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Post by Melimelo on Jan 24, 2007 21:11:47 GMT 10
OMG I love how Luka brought coffee in and they were somehow connected by it..
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Post by ladylockhart on Jan 25, 2007 3:11:39 GMT 10
I'm in love with this fic. Good job! Please update ASAP
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Post by Rach :) on Jan 25, 2007 4:23:11 GMT 10
oh im glad shes good few!! update
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kia
Duchess of Luby
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Post by kia on Jan 25, 2007 4:36:58 GMT 10
just finished reading all the chapters...this story is great!! hope you'll update soon!
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Post by zelda on Jan 25, 2007 6:13:12 GMT 10
Maggie, You really have an amazing style! Your readers can actually FEEL the character (Abby) 's exhaustion and physical weakness! Luka was mad at Carter but I had this impression that she was too tired to really react! This passage was very intense because it was never overdramatic! MERCI!
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Post by hollygirl on Jan 25, 2007 7:36:51 GMT 10
Loved it!!!! And I agree with Zelda, on everything she said. you and your style really are amazing..
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 25, 2007 8:02:30 GMT 10
Amazing update maggie Brillient as always natalie xx
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 25, 2007 9:03:25 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by rorygilmore on Jan 25, 2007 13:43:32 GMT 10
“You don’t need fixing.” Luka huffed a bit . No she doesn't (Grr! Carter makes me GRR!) , what Abby needs is a good dose of naked Luka and 'Gatorate'.
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Post by daniella on Jan 25, 2007 14:01:04 GMT 10
makes me GRR!) , what Abby needs is a good dose of naked Luka and 'Gatorate'. Rory... you have a little prevert mind... Well, I can't say anything because me... I'm the same... But I agree with you... Abby does need of naked Luka in her bed... Dani
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Post by Little Amy on Jan 26, 2007 16:03:38 GMT 10
just read the entire fic... man, your dialogs are seriously too damn good.
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Post by maggie on Jan 26, 2007 17:49:06 GMT 10
Thanks so much to all of you for the reviews. I know it's been slow, but I've been putting a lot of time and work into each chapter, revising and rewriting until I'm happy with it. This one I'm not sure about, so please feel free to review both positively and negatively...
Chapter Six: Odd
“Really, you don’t have to walk me up.” Abby made her way up the stairs, Luka following closely behind as if afraid she might fall. She couldn’t help enjoying his sweet attention. It had been a long time since anyone had walked her to her door without any expectation or implications. They reached the landing, and she dug in her purse for her keys and fumbled with the lock. “It sticks sometimes,” she explained to him, forgetting for a brief moment that he was fully aware of the nature of her lock. She blushed. “Sorry. Habit.”
He shrugged and gave her a boyish smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Can I make you a cup of coffee?” Abby half felt as though she should offer him something more for his troubles, but coffee was the most she was capable of at the moment.
He nodded and followed her into the apartment. “Sure. Or...let me make it. Sit.” He gestured to her sofa, and she shook her head.
“What did I tell you about chivalry?” She’d remind him incessantly if need be. And he’d ignore with twice the obstinacy.
Luka laughed, a rich, smooth, delicious laugh that she hadn’t heard in a long time. He hadn’t either. It was the first time in nearly a year that he’d laughed genuinely. Her presence allowed, even required it. He shook his head. “Just sit down, and stop being so stubborn for once.”
She obliged and sunk into the sofa, leaning back against the cushions. Her whole body ached, but his presence soothed her. He’d always had that effect. She closed her eyes and was on the verge of drifting off when she heard a crashing noise and a series of Croatian expletives from the kitchen. So much for chivalry. She pulled herself off the sofa and hurried into the kitchen to see Luka picking up fragments of what had previously been her coffee pot. She bent down to help, but he waved her off.
“Don’t. I’ve got it.” She took a brush and dustpan from under the sink and waited until he’d removed the large pieces before sweeping up the remnants. He cursed again as he wiped the floor a last time with a wet sponge, and stood up. She inadvertently giggled, and he turned around with a questioning look.
“You’ve got to teach me some of those words one of these days.” She emptied the dustpan into the garbage and returned it to its place under the sink. “They’ll come in handy at work.”
He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. And sorry about your coffee pot. I’ll replace it.”
She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about it. I think it was long past due, anyway.” She opened the freezer door and removed a carton of coffee flavored ice cream. “I usually don’t share the good stuff, but under the circumstances...” She set down the carton and took two bowls and spoons from the cupboards. “It’s gourmet. Or at least the price was.”
Luka waited for her to dish the ice cream into the bowls and they leaned against the counter, eating. “It’s good. Better than the stuff in the grocery store.” He watched the headlights from cars below cast flickering lights over her face, illuminating her soft features. The fatigue that had masked her usual glow for the past days was of no consequence in his eyes. She’d always be stunning as far as he was concerned.
She nodded. “I know. I could live off the stuff.”
“Well-balanced diet, huh?” He grinned and set his empty dish in the sink, knowing any attempt to wash it would be thwarted by his hostess. She did the same, and ran a hand through her hair before making a brave attempt to stifle a yawn. Luka lightly rubbed her shoulder. “I should go. You need to rest.”
She didn’t object, only followed him to the door. “Hey...thanks. For today.” She smiled, halfway between shy and uncomfortable. “Definitely above and beyond.”
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to decide if it was appropriate to hug her. Would it seem too forward? He had the feeling some days that she could intercept his thoughts and read exactly what was on his mind...which at the present would earn him a glare and a shove out the door. She answered for him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He felt a surge of anticipation course through him as he reciprocated, trying to repress the urge to go further. As they broke apart, he gave her a nervous smile and backed out the door. “I, uh, I’ll check on you tomorrow,” he stammered.
She waited until the door closed before leaning back against it, letting out a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding. He was an odd person, that Luka Kovac. She shook her head and moved aimlessly through her apartment into her bed before falling into the pile of sheets and blankets and pillows and curling into them. The second her eyes closed she was asleep, but the corners of her lips curled into a smile without her needing to will them. Odd. Very odd.
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Post by strausser on Jan 26, 2007 20:32:06 GMT 10
we all both know that deep down they will get pass that odd phase soon... or... won't they?!??!
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 27, 2007 3:06:46 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 27, 2007 5:46:30 GMT 10
Great update Really love this natalie xx
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