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Chapter 34: Desk Jockey

Lucas

I snuck into the hospital, needing to catch a glimpse of Skye. She was wrapping some guy's arm with bandages and explaining her actions to her female friend, whose name escaped my mind.

Deciding not to disturb her, I walked through the wards and went to the labs, where I used to spend the majority of my time. I stepped into my old office. It was bigger than what I remembered. Whoever occupied it now was a lot more organised than I had been. Everything had its own designated place. Even the pens had been neatly placed in a cup on the desk.

I heard the door close behind me and I spun around knowing full well I shouldn't be in here.

"I thought I saw you come in here."

Her blues eyes shone as she looked at me. My body relaxed and I walked toward her, intending to kiss her. She shook her head at me and I stopped, feeling a pang of concern toward her rejection. But then her eyes flicked at the open blinds, and I felt myself relax once more.

"What are you doing in Malcolm's office?" She asked as I walked over to the blinds and closed them.

"This used to be where I worked."

I turned back to face her and she was smiling at me. I moved toward her and this time she didn't stop me. My fingers caressed her face lightly and I gazed down into her eyes. Her hand moved round to the back of my head and she pulled me down for a kiss. Our lips met and then she quickly pulled back.

"Have you been drinking?" A smile formed on my lips and gestured with my thumb and forefinger that I had had a little of something. She shook her head at me. "You'll need more aspirin then."

I remembered back to the supplies closet and grinned at her. My lips met her collarbone and I felt her quiver under me.

"Was that an invitation?" I asked innocently.

She smiled and I saw her hand twist the lock on the door. I took that as a yes and lifted her up into my arms. I sat her down on the desk, knocking off the cup full of pens. I kissed her fervently and my hand came up to her perfect face. Last night seemed like a lifetime ago. I desperately needed her again. But she pushed me back.

Her eyes had become fixed on my hand. She grabbed it and looked in horror at the grazed skin on my knuckles. The skin had gone red from where I had punched the Shannon boy. She looked up at me, her eyes were fearful.

"Please tell me you didn't." She said.

I smiled and stroked back a strand of her soft hair with my other hand.

"I didn't do anything."

I leant in to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Lucas I'm serious. What happened?"

I sighed and dropped my hand from her face, my other remained clutched in Skye's grip.

"He needed to be taught a lesson Skye. You couldn't expect me to do nothing. He hurt you, and that was not okay."

She swallowed.

"This is bad...this is really, really bad." She smacked me on the arm. "Why couldn't you just leave it alone like I asked?"

I frowned at her. Although I hadn't thought she would be overly happy to learn I had beaten up her boyfriend, I had not imagined she would be angry with me. After all, I had done this for her. Obviously she still cared more for that pathetic Shannon boy then I had realised, even after what he had done to her. My eyes fell from her face, and I glared hatefully at the floor.

"I really don't see what the big problem is..." I grumbled.

She looked at me exasperated.

"What happens when Taylor finds out? You're supposed to be on your best behaviour. This definitely does not qualify as good behaviour. He'll kick you out for good."

I met Skye's eyes once more. The crease had formed between her eyebrows once more, making her look irresistible in my eyes. I smirked, realising why she was so bothered about this. It gave me great joy knowing that she was afraid to lose me; the thought of losing her was unbearable.

I cupped her face with my hands and gently pulled her toward me. She tried to fight back, but I wouldn't release her. The moment our lips met, her body relaxed as the anxiety left her. Happy she wasn't going to end the kiss, I allowed one of my hands to move from her face. My fingers lightly traced down her collarbone causing her to shiver.

Then I took her hand in mine before pulling back to look at her. She looked sadly at me. Clearly the thought of us being separated again was as painful for her as it was for me. I smiled warmly at her.

"My father is not going to kick me out. He can't."

Skye still looked uncertain. She was nibbling on her lip, making my desire for her to increase. I brought her hand up to my mouth, and I placed a gentle kiss on it. She smiled at me and I grinned back.

"No more worrying, okay?" She nodded, but I could still tell she was uneasy. So I tried to reason with her. "If he tells my father it was me, then he'd also have to tell him why I hit him in the first place. And I highly doubt that he wants anyone to know, especially not our dear father."

Skye's eyes moved away. She frowned down at our hands, her eyes focusing on my scraped knuckles. I was almost positive I could hear her heart pounding. It was frustrating that she didn't have more faith in what I was saying.

"Skye," She looked back at me. "Everything will be fine. I promise I'm not going to go anywhere." She smiled at me. "Even if the old man does throw me out, I'll sneak back in and you'll just have to hide me away in your bedroom."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. I felt relieved to hear her laugh.

"Okay." Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled me into an embrace. "Thank you." She whispered in my ear.

I tenderly kissed her neck. She moved her face around to mine, and kissed me passionately. If this was my reward, then I was extremely pleased that I had gone after the insolent little boy. In my mind, he deserved to die for what he did. I rather hoped he would tell my dear father so I could reveal my motives. I knew that on this occasion, my father would be on my side. He'd probably banish the wretched Shannon for harming his precious daughter.

Skye's hands moved down to my jeans. I felt her tug at the belt and then undo the button. I smiled against her mouth, as ready as she was for the next round. My hands traced down her sides. Then my fingers locked on to the brim of her trousers and I slowly pulled them down to her mid thighs. The same went for her underwear.

Her feet rubbed up against the back of my legs as I slowly entered her. I kissed down her jaw and neck, my hands reaching under her shirt to her warm skin.

I moved slow and gently in her, not wanting to make too much noise. Also I didn't want to hurt her again. Last night I hadn't realised how forceful I was being. I hated thinking I had caused her pain, even though she had assured me that she had enjoyed it. Skye started to lean back on the desk, propping herself up on her forearms. She grinned at me. I leant down and kissed her stomach, her back curved up into me. My hands slid up her thighs, tickling her skin.

A small moan escaped her and I smiled, pleased to know she was enjoying this as much as I was. I could feel her legs tighten around me, holding me to her. I pushed myself deeper into her and I heard her breathing increase.

I moved her further back on the desk, allowing myself to join her there. Stuff crashed to the floor as I did so, but I couldn't have cared less. The thrill was beginning to take over me and I began moving faster and harder. I burrowed deeper into her causing her to begin gasping loudly. My lips furiously kissed hers, preventing her from making too much noise. I did not want anyone to disturb us now.

My hands slid under her bra, stroking her erected nipples. Her breathing faltered as I did so, and I felt her lips curve into a smile. I continued accelerating the pace and she was soon gasping loudly. But too soon, she pushed me away so she could look at me. I could see the excitement on her face, but also the seriousness.

"Lucas." She panted.

I wished she would always say my name like this. Her eyes were telling me to keep going, but I could see that she needed me to stop. So I slowly pulled back out of her and got off the desk. She stayed lying on her back for a moment, and I almost pounced back onto her, but then she slowly sat up. Her cheeks were flushed.

I pulled my boxers and jeans back up. At first she didn't move, and I got the feeling she was almost going to beg me to re-enter. But then she sighed and pulled her own clothes up. I stared at her, wishing she was unemployed like me so we could just stay in bed all day.

"I'm going to talk to Josh later." She informed me. I nodded, unable to wait for his reaction. I wished I could be there, but I knew she would want to do this on her own. She slid down from the desk and looked up at me. "Can I come and see you afterwards?" She asked.

I frowned back at her. That was twice she had asked me that question now.

"You shouldn't even have to ask me that, the answer would always be the same."

She smiled and leant into me. I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled the top of her hair.

"I wish I could stay." She sighed and pulled back, looking up at me. "But I gotta go work."

I nodded. She pulled my face closer to hers and kissed me delicately. Then I watched as she walked back toward the door, longing for her touch. She unlocked the door and went to open it, but then she stopped and turned back to me. For a delighted second I thought she was gunna screw work and come back to me, but instead she just smiled.

"I'll see you later."

Disappoint seized me as I accepted she was going. I forced myself to smile at her and nod. Then she turned and left, leaving me on my own once more.