Her brown eyes met his and she was confused for a second. Had he really done that? Had he kissed her? Really? Their faces were just inches apart and a slight smile teased the corners of his lips. He leaned his face toward her's again. This time she met him half way. Her hands slipped under his arms and her fingers splayed across the back of his shoulders as she held him close to her. His fingers framed her face and slipped into the soft strands of hair that threatened to get in the way of his kisses. It had been too long. Way too long for the two of them. How long though? How long since that night on the street when they had said such horrible things to one another? Four years? Five? Life times had transpired since that night. People had woven in and out of their reality. People that seemed just to be shadows of what they could feel for one another. Carter. Nicole. Jake. Gillian. Sam and Alex. And then he'd almost died in the Congo. Had she been on his mind then? Certainly….in some way. Saying good bye to her when he'd left was one of the hardest things he had ever done. She was a doctor now and he was immensely proud of that fact. She was well on her way to becoming a confident and creative physician. Something she was meant to be. He'd always known that. Just as he had always known that she was meant to be his.
How had he ever thought that Sam and Alex could give him what he had tossed away so carelessly with her? No…don't think about them now. Can't think about them. Nothing else in the world exists at this moment. Nothing but this woman finally back in his arms. Nothing…..
It felt wonderful to be held this way by him again. His warmth and his smell were an intoxicating blend to her befuddled and exhausted brain and body. What in the hell was she doing? This wasn't sensible. It was insane. This was beyond insanity. But this was Luka. Her mouth opened to his and suddenly she wasn't thinking any more. It was impossible to think. His hands had slipped the jacket from her shoulders and were caressing and massaging the tense back and neck muscles that found his firm touch so very welcoming. They were moving toward his stairs but neither of them had any desire to break the kiss that held them together. She suppressed a soft laugh as he stumbled on the first steps and then sighed. They parted reluctantly and he held her hand tightly in his as he drew her quickly up the stairs. There he pulled her roughly back against him as they stood against the door frame leading to his bedroom. Their fingers twisted in agonizing frustration as they fumbled with one another's buttons and buckles…shedding clothing pieces quickly as they made their way to his bed.
The soft sparse mat of hair on his chest felt so wonderful and familiar. His impatient hands were everywhere and she murmured encouragement as his fingers deftly unfastened her bra and the slip of satin material was whipped away from between them. That was better. Much better. How long had it been? Four years? Five? A long time since they had said such ugly things to one another that night in the street. How could he have remembered? Every touch….every movement was familiar, fluid and urgent. He'd remembered everything. Not one of the sensuous spots they had explored together a life time ago was left untouched. She thought she was going to die with excitement and pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned into his ear. Things that she knew he liked to hear.
"Oh my god but I have missed you….." she cried huskily at last. She thought she heard a soft laugh in response. She opened her eyes, knowing that his would be open as well. Of course they were. He always watched her when they made love. Their eyes met and she saw that his were moist and then crinkled with laughter.
"You're beautiful," he sighed. She nodded slightly and closed her eyes again, losing herself in the feelings he was giving her. And then – at last - there was an explosion of color behind her eyes….in her head…and in her heart.
Red….and yellow and blue.
Primary colors.
