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Post by jadestar on Jan 4, 2007 22:25:04 GMT 10
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Post by strizzy on Jan 5, 2007 1:32:29 GMT 10
Brilliant, love it!
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Post by maggie on Jan 5, 2007 4:53:45 GMT 10
Abby
He brushes his lips over mine, sending a little shiver up my spine, and then proceeds to trace the lines of my face with his mouth. I’m not a romantic by any standards, but god, if this isn’t love, than what is?
I love him. I honestly do...more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I haven’t said it out loud to him very often, but I think he knows, regardless. I should say it more, I know he needs to hear it, but it’s kryptonite to me. The words always catch in my throat before I can say them. It’s been like that since...well, since as long as I can remember. I said it to Richard often enough, but, in retrospect, I never really meant it. We had a marriage of convenience. We met, we dated, we moved in, and marriage seemed only logical. There was never a romance, never any sparks. I wanted someone to rescue me and he was there...he was available. He was with me because he liked me, and then because he could bring me along for the ride with no argument. I let him make the decisions, I let him do what he wanted, and I was there when he came home. And he...he was a warm body. I numbed myself through our relationship, so long I wasn’t alone, I was fine. Eventually, the numbness wore off, and, like always, I got hurt. I always do.
I trust Luka more than anyone else, but it’s still not enough. I’m still terrified he’ll hurt me, and I know he has the power to hurt me more than anyone else ever could, because I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone. He can save me...or he can destroy me. It’s as simple as that. The more I let him in, the more he could hurt me.
I realize Luka is looking at me. My mind wandered too far again. He looks at me, brushes my hair out of my face, and smiles a little. “Penny for your thoughts?” I taught him that phrase.
“Just thinking.” I lay my head on his chest and hear the gentle thump-thump-thump of his heart. “Want to know a secret?” It’s as good a time as any to bring it up.
He runs his fingers through my hair. “Yes. Tell me.”
“I’m going back to med school.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I begin to worry he’s mad that I didn’t tell him before. I lean up a little to look at his face, and realize he’s grinning. “Really?”
I nod. “Mmhmm. As of next Tuesday, I’m starting my surgical rotation.”
Luka takes my face in his hands and pulls me into a kiss. “You know it’s against policy for attendings to mess around with students, right?”
I kiss him back. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not just messing around.” That’s it. No reprimand for not telling him sooner. No line about how proud he is. No inquiries. Acceptance. Support. And that’s why I love him. That’s why I’m learning, trying, to let my guard down.
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kcabrasil
Countess of Luby
Could I be more mess up?
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Post by kcabrasil on Jan 5, 2007 5:31:51 GMT 10
“Then it’s a good thing we’re not just messing around.” that's really a good thing.
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 5, 2007 5:38:11 GMT 10
Loved that so much... it was perfect
natalie x
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Post by erfan228 on Jan 5, 2007 5:55:25 GMT 10
Very sweet! Great update!!!
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 5, 2007 6:23:22 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by strizzy on Jan 5, 2007 8:31:26 GMT 10
Fantastic, really love that he supports her!
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Post by lubylover123 on Jan 6, 2007 0:01:00 GMT 10
Really sweet! Great update
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pili
Junior Luby
just perfect
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Post by pili on Jan 6, 2007 4:33:32 GMT 10
i'm new here, but i've been reading your fics (all of them) for a while, and i love them all. They all are beautifully written, and you describe their feelings in a way that i love, they're just great.
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Post by maggie on Jan 7, 2007 18:26:21 GMT 10
Abby
I’m running though a forest, dense with trees. Branches scrape and cut at my skin as I run past, but I can’t stop. There’s something following me, I have no idea what, but I know if I slow down it will catch up with me. I hear someone calling my name, over and over, and I run toward the voice. Suddenly, my foot catches on something and I trip...
I wake with a start, a cold sweat already forming on my brow. Luka’s eyes are on me, concerned. “Are you okay?”
I must have fallen asleep while we were lying together. I swallow a few times and nod. “Fine.”
He looks unconvinced, and brushes my hair out of my face. I feel him pull me into him tightly, telling me without words that it’s okay. I press my nose into his neck, drinking in his scent. It comforts me, gives me something familiar to bring me back. I feel his hand caress the back of my head, twirling my hair around his fingers. I love this closeness, and I hate it, as well. It’s so good, so safe, so easy that there’s a constant sense of dread that it has to end. That I’ll get hurt again, lose him, lose the stability in my life that’s been growing over the past months. No matter how many times he tells me, or even shows me that he won’t let me down, I can’t let myself believe it. It’s my nature to distrust and it ruins things every time. I want so badly to keep what we have going, but there’s a fear, a fear that I’m not enough, that I’ll disappoint him, that he’ll disappoint me, and, more than anything, and irrational as it seems, that some mystical undertow will come along and destroy this thing we have, because it always does. I don’t know if I’m capable of being happy. It makes my stomach churn to think that this, like every other good thing in my life, will fall apart. I want to think we’re stronger than that, but it’s happened before, and no amount of reassurance has seemed to fix that broken record in my mind. Even here, in his arms, I can’t completely let go.
“Abby...” His singsong tone snaps me out of my daze, and I look up to see him gazing at me. I force a smile, and he returns it, though his is sincere. “My legs are falling asleep,” he whispers.
My smile becomes more genuine. “Are you saying I’m heavy?”
“I would never say such a thing to a lady.” He kisses my forehead. “Especially such a beautiful one.”
“I thought so.” I rest my head back on his chest.
He jostles me a little. “Really...I can’t feel my feet.” I don’t move. I love teasing him. “Abby...don’t make me move you.” I lie still. Agitating him is the first step...egging him on ever so slightly until he begins to actually get annoyed. His face will get a little warmer, his cheeks a little flushed. He’ll sigh a few times and roll his eyes, and then shift around before he threatens something he won’t actually carry out. It’s incredibly sexy, something he’s unaware that I enjoy. The anxiety that was rising in my throat melts away as he follows his predictable pattern.
Luka
“Seriously, I can’t feel my feet.” There’s a tingling sensation running all over my legs, and it’s not the kind I enjoy. As much as I love her here in my arms, I need to get up. “Abby...don’t make me move you.” She’s being difficult, and I don’t want to move her. I hate that I love letting her have her way. She won’t budge, and now I’m becoming aggravated. She does this just to push me, and I know it amuses her to no end. I sigh and shift a little. “Please, my legs are asleep. Don’t be a pain.”
She nuzzles her face into my chest and wraps her arms more tightly around me. Despite myself, I have to smile. “But I’m so comfortable.” I feel her shift around on top of me, and another sort of tingling takes over my body.
“Are we playing this game?” I slowly slide one hand under the tee shirt - my tee shirt - that she’s wearing to rest against her smooth skin. She responds by slipping her palms up under my own shirt to rest against my pectoral muscles. She presses her fingertips gently into my chest and then slides her hands up, removing my shirt. I help her pull it off, and she rests her head back on my chest, her nose pressed into my skin. I feel her lips barely touching me, and I forget all about why I needed her to move. She’s not going anywhere. I inch my hands up her back until she is forced to lift her arms so I can slide the shirt over her head. For a brief moment while she rises up, I catch a glimpse of her small, rounded, perfect breasts. There’s not a thing about her I would change. I love every curve, every inch, every line of her body and that’s only the physical part. She’s beautiful in a way very few women are, and I don’t think she understands that. I love how her skin glows and the water sparkles against her after she showers. I love how her hair always manages to make a frame around her face and fall across her shoulders in a perfect, modest curtain when she’s lying on her back on the bed. I love how intense her eyes are when she speaks and how they glow when she becomes passionate about something. I love how her body seems to fit perfectly with mine, like she was made for me. As she kisses my chest, I catch the scent of honey and cinnamon and something spicy. Her scent. It makes my head spin how much I want her, not just sexually, but all of her. Everything about her. I want to hold her and never let her go.
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Post by Maryna on Jan 7, 2007 18:31:43 GMT 10
it's so romantic...
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Post by Melimelo on Jan 7, 2007 18:33:02 GMT 10
That was sweet ..although when she was dreaming of someone following her i had visions of the Blair Witch..
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Post by lubbylover1 on Jan 7, 2007 23:06:46 GMT 10
amazing
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Post by steffi1986 on Jan 7, 2007 23:28:02 GMT 10
wow this was sooo romantic, sweet and just perfect please update soon again
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