Lyla Andresa pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her bedroom
window, staring out @ the rain that was falling on the military settlement.
Behind her she could hear Luke and Drew messing around with something, but
she didn't even bother to turn and see. Moving made her feel like she was
going to be sick again. A gentle arm slid around her back, and another
underneath her knees. Luke lifted her effortlessly and moved her onto her
bed. Her eyes fluttered closed and soon she was asleep.
Luke Thomas gently smoothed a silky strand of hair away from Lyla's forehead as she slept. It had been so long since she'd needed him. When she stumbled through the door of the conference room, bleeding, her eyes had singled him out and she'd collapsed @ his feet. Lyla shifted in her sleep curling her body around his leg, pressing her cheek against his thigh. The news from Hench had made him want to be sick. Someone had stabbed her with a poisoned blade. Somehow she'd survived, it was a miracle in itself, but the recovery would be long and hard. He carefully slipped an arm under her body and shifted her more onto his lap. Her long black and silver hair fell across his hand, and he played with it. The door to her bedroom opened and Drew came in holding her medicine and her personal water bottle. "Go ahead and leave it." he said softly. The younger man regarded him silently for a moment, before setting both on the bedside table and walking out the door. Lyla stirred on his lap, muttering something in her sleep. Luke grinned when he realized that she was saying something about him. Her eyelashes fluttered against her ivory skin and within seconds she was wide awake, staring up @ him through bleary, pain filled emerald eyes. "Watching me sleep?" she whispered, shifting on his lap. Luke smiled in reply, reaching over her to grab the water bottle and the pills, handing them to her. Lyla struggled to sit up, but he picked her up and she leaned against him as she downed the pills and the water. Luke wrapped his arms around her waist, splaying the fingers of his right hand across her stomach. She made a small sound that was close to a giggled, and he felt ecstatic. The two sat in comfortable silence, her head resting against his chest, his hands across her stomach, playing with the hem of her shirt. "When are you going to make the next raid?" she asked, breaking the silence and sending dread shooting through him. "Maybe in the next week or so." Lyla slid off his lap and onto the bed, stretching out with her back to him. He'd seen that look before, she wanted to cry, but being the only girl on a rebel military base meant that she had to tough it out. Luke reached down and snagged the blanket from the bottom of the bed and pulled it up over her feet. Kicking out of his shoes, he lay down beside her and pulled the blanket over both of them. Her body tensed as he rested an arm across her stomach, but she relaxed when he placed a gentle kiss on her bare arm.
Luke Thomas gently smoothed a silky strand of hair away from Lyla's forehead as she slept. It had been so long since she'd needed him. When she stumbled through the door of the conference room, bleeding, her eyes had singled him out and she'd collapsed @ his feet. Lyla shifted in her sleep curling her body around his leg, pressing her cheek against his thigh. The news from Hench had made him want to be sick. Someone had stabbed her with a poisoned blade. Somehow she'd survived, it was a miracle in itself, but the recovery would be long and hard. He carefully slipped an arm under her body and shifted her more onto his lap. Her long black and silver hair fell across his hand, and he played with it. The door to her bedroom opened and Drew came in holding her medicine and her personal water bottle. "Go ahead and leave it." he said softly. The younger man regarded him silently for a moment, before setting both on the bedside table and walking out the door. Lyla stirred on his lap, muttering something in her sleep. Luke grinned when he realized that she was saying something about him. Her eyelashes fluttered against her ivory skin and within seconds she was wide awake, staring up @ him through bleary, pain filled emerald eyes. "Watching me sleep?" she whispered, shifting on his lap. Luke smiled in reply, reaching over her to grab the water bottle and the pills, handing them to her. Lyla struggled to sit up, but he picked her up and she leaned against him as she downed the pills and the water. Luke wrapped his arms around her waist, splaying the fingers of his right hand across her stomach. She made a small sound that was close to a giggled, and he felt ecstatic. The two sat in comfortable silence, her head resting against his chest, his hands across her stomach, playing with the hem of her shirt. "When are you going to make the next raid?" she asked, breaking the silence and sending dread shooting through him. "Maybe in the next week or so." Lyla slid off his lap and onto the bed, stretching out with her back to him. He'd seen that look before, she wanted to cry, but being the only girl on a rebel military base meant that she had to tough it out. Luke reached down and snagged the blanket from the bottom of the bed and pulled it up over her feet. Kicking out of his shoes, he lay down beside her and pulled the blanket over both of them. Her body tensed as he rested an arm across her stomach, but she relaxed when he placed a gentle kiss on her bare arm.