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To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: This is a continuation of the story called "A Step Further" and before that, "Mrs. Kovac?" If names are misspelled, deal with it. Also, this story contains some..ahem...adult interludes. Be warned.
A year later.....
Luka turned the knob and stepped into his house. He heard the cab drive away behind him, and somewhere a car honked loudly. Luka winced at the noise. He shut the door behind himself. It was dark. All of the shades had been pulled so not even any of the harsh light from the street lamps outside shone in to help him. He took a cautious step forward and immediately tripped over something. In the dark he couldn't see what it was. He decided the safest way to the stairs was through the kitchen. He set his bags down and headed that way. The stairs were dark too, but he knew there would be nothing to trip on except his own feet as he made his way up. He was relieved to find a small night light was lit in the hallway, even though there were no dangerous impediments laying in his path. He made his way quietly passed closed doors to the one he wanted. He opened it carefully, glad when it didn't squeak. He moved into the room and closed the door. Soft moonlight poured in the glass doors that led to the balcony, though they were covered with thin, gauzy drapes that he didn't recognize. Something else was different about the room, but he couldn't place it just now. And he didn't care to think about it too much. He bent and pulled his shoes off, then his shirt. He removed his belt, but figured his worn kahkis were just as comfortable as anything else. Finally, he let himself turn and look at the bed. There was a large lump in the blankets. Well, not large. It had never been truly large. Moonlight reflected off long, curly chesnut hair, and highlighted high cheeckbones and closed eyelids, the perfectly shaped lips slightly open. The delicate chin and neck were hidden beneath the covers. Luka pulled a deep breath in, relishing the sight. Her scent permeated the air and for a moment he just stood there, feeling her presence. His heart tightened in his chest and he just wanted to be near her, touch her. He tried hard not to rock the bed as he pulled the covers back and slid in beside her, but to no avail. His wife was far to attunded to him to stay asleep. He was facing her as her brillant violet eyes opened and her lips curved in a smile.
"I smelled you the minute you came in the house" she whispered.
"Ria" he moaned and drew her closer to him under the blanket. He just sighed. Her warm body fit perfectly against his, and it felt sooooo good, so right, to just hold her. She tilted her head up and looked deep into his eyes, then drew his head down to hers and kissed him hungrily, wantonly. She let him up to catch his breath, but didn't let her lips get more than a millimeter away from his. Both of her hands were on his chest, palms splayed out over each side. His hands were over her ears, his finger twirled up in her hair that she had, for some reason, not put into a french braid tonight. Luka rolled her onto her back, so he was hovering over her.
"I missed you soooo much" she whispered against his lips, and Luka felt her need for him almost as strong as his need for her. God, why in the world had he stayed away so long? He crushed his lips on to hers savagely and she moaned her pleasure.
She rubbed her cheek up against his chest, her soft body molded to his, much later as the ambitious rays of sunlight started to peek over the horizon outside. The blanket had been shed and only a thin sheet covered them, only up to the hip. Luka pulled it up higher, to her shoulder. He had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, not able to tell where her skin ended and his began, and used the other to run his fingers through her thick hair. She was breathing contentlly, and Luka realized that she hadn't had any breathing problems since they moved into the house. Carter had found it for them, when Ria had finally gotten too proud to continue living in Carter's grandmother's house. She suddenly stiffened a bit in his arms, and his eyes flew open. She was looking up at him, and then pushed herself back a little to get a better look at his face. He immediately missed her closeness.
"Luka" she started hesitantly, shy about the subject, "Do you know....this is the first time...we've....done this?" Luka was surprised to realize it was true. She'd already been pregnant when he'd "rescued" her. After that, she was too tired and sore from having Ailleen, then they'd gone to Croatia to get Caroline and Frederic, and she'd been so tired taking care of them and Ailleen and renevating the house that she just fell asleep every night. Besides which, Ailleen had been sleeping in the room. That's when he realized what was different about the room.
"Where's Ailleen?" he asked, knowing he surprised her with a slight change of subject.
"I moved her into her own room" his wife answered proudly. And she had a right to be. Ailleen was almost two and a half now, plenty old enough to sleep on her own. But Ria had tried it before he'd gone, and had ended up retrieving her daughter before an hour was up.
"Mmmmm.....I'm glad she wasn't here tonight" he told Ria, putting a soft kiss on her scrumptious lips. Then he realized something else. This had only been Ria's second time. It had only taken once for that bastard con artist "Ryan" to get her with Ailleen, and there had been no one else before. Luka was suddenly worried about if he had been gentle enough, considerate enough. Ria smiled, closing her eyes again, and snuggled back into him.
"Mmmmm....I love you" she murmered into his chest, relieving all of his fears.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: This is a continuation of the story called "A Step Further" and before that, "Mrs. Kovac?" If names are misspelled, deal with it. Also, this story contains some..ahem...adult interludes. Be warned.
A year later.....
Luka turned the knob and stepped into his house. He heard the cab drive away behind him, and somewhere a car honked loudly. Luka winced at the noise. He shut the door behind himself. It was dark. All of the shades had been pulled so not even any of the harsh light from the street lamps outside shone in to help him. He took a cautious step forward and immediately tripped over something. In the dark he couldn't see what it was. He decided the safest way to the stairs was through the kitchen. He set his bags down and headed that way. The stairs were dark too, but he knew there would be nothing to trip on except his own feet as he made his way up. He was relieved to find a small night light was lit in the hallway, even though there were no dangerous impediments laying in his path. He made his way quietly passed closed doors to the one he wanted. He opened it carefully, glad when it didn't squeak. He moved into the room and closed the door. Soft moonlight poured in the glass doors that led to the balcony, though they were covered with thin, gauzy drapes that he didn't recognize. Something else was different about the room, but he couldn't place it just now. And he didn't care to think about it too much. He bent and pulled his shoes off, then his shirt. He removed his belt, but figured his worn kahkis were just as comfortable as anything else. Finally, he let himself turn and look at the bed. There was a large lump in the blankets. Well, not large. It had never been truly large. Moonlight reflected off long, curly chesnut hair, and highlighted high cheeckbones and closed eyelids, the perfectly shaped lips slightly open. The delicate chin and neck were hidden beneath the covers. Luka pulled a deep breath in, relishing the sight. Her scent permeated the air and for a moment he just stood there, feeling her presence. His heart tightened in his chest and he just wanted to be near her, touch her. He tried hard not to rock the bed as he pulled the covers back and slid in beside her, but to no avail. His wife was far to attunded to him to stay asleep. He was facing her as her brillant violet eyes opened and her lips curved in a smile.
"I smelled you the minute you came in the house" she whispered.
"Ria" he moaned and drew her closer to him under the blanket. He just sighed. Her warm body fit perfectly against his, and it felt sooooo good, so right, to just hold her. She tilted her head up and looked deep into his eyes, then drew his head down to hers and kissed him hungrily, wantonly. She let him up to catch his breath, but didn't let her lips get more than a millimeter away from his. Both of her hands were on his chest, palms splayed out over each side. His hands were over her ears, his finger twirled up in her hair that she had, for some reason, not put into a french braid tonight. Luka rolled her onto her back, so he was hovering over her.
"I missed you soooo much" she whispered against his lips, and Luka felt her need for him almost as strong as his need for her. God, why in the world had he stayed away so long? He crushed his lips on to hers savagely and she moaned her pleasure.
She rubbed her cheek up against his chest, her soft body molded to his, much later as the ambitious rays of sunlight started to peek over the horizon outside. The blanket had been shed and only a thin sheet covered them, only up to the hip. Luka pulled it up higher, to her shoulder. He had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, not able to tell where her skin ended and his began, and used the other to run his fingers through her thick hair. She was breathing contentlly, and Luka realized that she hadn't had any breathing problems since they moved into the house. Carter had found it for them, when Ria had finally gotten too proud to continue living in Carter's grandmother's house. She suddenly stiffened a bit in his arms, and his eyes flew open. She was looking up at him, and then pushed herself back a little to get a better look at his face. He immediately missed her closeness.
"Luka" she started hesitantly, shy about the subject, "Do you know....this is the first time...we've....done this?" Luka was surprised to realize it was true. She'd already been pregnant when he'd "rescued" her. After that, she was too tired and sore from having Ailleen, then they'd gone to Croatia to get Caroline and Frederic, and she'd been so tired taking care of them and Ailleen and renevating the house that she just fell asleep every night. Besides which, Ailleen had been sleeping in the room. That's when he realized what was different about the room.
"Where's Ailleen?" he asked, knowing he surprised her with a slight change of subject.
"I moved her into her own room" his wife answered proudly. And she had a right to be. Ailleen was almost two and a half now, plenty old enough to sleep on her own. But Ria had tried it before he'd gone, and had ended up retrieving her daughter before an hour was up.
"Mmmmm.....I'm glad she wasn't here tonight" he told Ria, putting a soft kiss on her scrumptious lips. Then he realized something else. This had only been Ria's second time. It had only taken once for that bastard con artist "Ryan" to get her with Ailleen, and there had been no one else before. Luka was suddenly worried about if he had been gentle enough, considerate enough. Ria smiled, closing her eyes again, and snuggled back into him.
"Mmmmm....I love you" she murmered into his chest, relieving all of his fears.