Title: Caught in the Act
Author: Zia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters do not belong to me, but this is my idea
as far as the plot goes.
Summary: Grace and Luke have to clean up their mess
Grace Polk and Luke Girardi both stood in the Girardi's garage, cleaning up the mess that was left over from their Science Fair Project. They'd already spent three hours cleaning up the mess at the school, only to have to go back to the Girardi's and clean up the garage.
Luke looked at her, Grace's head leaned forward, and some hair fell over her eyes, and saw that she still had feathers in her hair. Luke made his way over to her and she glanced up at him. Slowly he reached out and pulled one of the feathers from her hair.
Grace watched his hand, slowly it moved up to her face, and then she felt his fingers on her hair. She looked back at Luke's face and saw the intent look on his face, as he watched his own fingers work to remove the feathers.
His fingers were barely touching her hair, but she felt every sensation of it. And Grace could feel his warm breath against her forehead.
Her eyes slid shut for a second, and before she could open she felt Luke's lips against hers. A quiet gasp escaped from her mouth before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Luke's arms curled around Grace's waist; in the back of his mind he was thankful that she wasn't wearing her leather jacket. Without the jacket he could feel the warmth of her body, her small waist, and most importantly to him, he could feel her breasts pressing into his chest.
He had one hand pressed against the small of her back, while the other slid up to rest between her shoulder blades.
Grace couldn't help but moan as Luke kissed her deeply. She was not expecting him to be so. forward. He'd started to talk about it numerous times, thus ruining the mood, and the surprise value. That was why she pulled away before it could actually end in a kiss. But this time, he grabbed her, and he kissed her, and she wasn't complaining; Even if she was beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of fresh oxygen.
Luke broke the kiss suddenly, his lungs screaming for air, and since he didn't want to pass out while making out with Grace, he figured it would be a good idea to break the kiss. So instead he left a trail of soft kisses down her throat, taking in breaths between kisses against her skin.
His lips latched onto her collarbone, and he sucked softly on her skin, while breathing in her unique scent. The hint of leather, left over from her jacket, but below that was the delicate scent of honey.
Grace's head fell backwards when she felt Luke's lips against her throat. It was intoxicating. Even with her lungs filled with clean oxygen she still felt like the room was spinning. She let one hand slid up to twist around the back of his neck, and buried it in his hair.
Then she felt one of Luke's hands, the one that had been on her lower back slide just a hair lower, his fingers dipped under the back of her shirt, and then she felt the warmth of his hand flat on her back. Another moan made it past her lips as Luke kissed a trail over throat to the other side of her neck and liked and sucked and kissed her skin.
With a strength Luke didn't even know he possessed he wrapped both of his hands around Grace's waist and lifted her wispy body up onto the work bench behind them. He stepped between her legs, and Grace cupped his face and pulled his mouth back to hers.
The kiss was passionate, Luke touched his tongue to her lips, and she willingly parted her lips, allowing them to explore each other's mouths. He could taste the sweetness of the licorice stick she had been munching on in the car on the way to his house.
Luke took a chance and pushed both of his hands under her shirt, and let them explore the silky skin of her back. His hands slid up between her shoulders again, this time he felt the fabric of the back of her bra.
Grace pulled back from the kiss slightly and looked at Luke. She had no idea what she was doing. Originally the kiss was just to prove a point. But now, no one else was around. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her.
Luke opened his mouth, about to make a comment, or to say something about a theory, or something. Grace knew that's what would come out of his mouth so she shook her head, and covered his mouth with her hand before he could utter a single word. "Don't. just. shut up."
She pulled her hand back from his mouth and Luke looked at her shirt, contemplating the best way to go about getting the shirt off of her, without having to completely break contact. But Grace took care of the problem for him. Seconds later her own fingers grasped the hem of her shirt and she tugged it over her head.
Luke's mouth fell open in awe. Her lacy black bra did little to conceal anything. He groaned quietly and kissed her hard. He slid one hand up to cup her cheek, to keep her mouth against his, while his other hand slid around to her stomach from her back, and lightly brushed over her flat belly. Her skin was soft, and it quivered under his feather light touch.
His hand slid up higher, and he cupped her lace clad breast gently. Grace let out a breathy moan into his mouth and she pulled at the back of his shirt, pulling it up enough to feel his skin. Luke let his lips leave hers, and traced his tongue over her throat, to the tops of her breasts.
Grace arched her back and let her head fall back, completely lost in the ambiance. So lost in fact that she didn't hear the side door open. That is until Adam Rove spoke.
"Dude!" Adam's jaw dropped, and Joan stood beside him staring in shock.
"Oh. My. God!" She enunciated every word, slowly, and loudly. She had known about the kiss that happened at the dance, but this was something completely different.
Grace quickly yanked her shirt back over her head and cast a glance back at Adam and Joan. Adam had a smile on his face, and Joan was still in shock. She jumped off the counter, and pulled herself away from Luke, then grabbed her leather jacket and pushed between Joan and Adam.
"Oh my god." Joan said again in shock.
"Yo, Jane, let's go." Adam slid his hand into Joan's and tugged her away from the garage.
Joan looked at Adam, who was still smiling. "What are you smiling about Adam? Grace and my brother were just."
"So?"
"So! It. it's gross!"
"Why?"
"Because, it just is Adam. I knew Luke had a crush on her but."
"Jane."
"What Adam?" Joan looked up at him and he pulled her closer and kissed her softly.
"Is that gross?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why is it gross when Luke and Grace kiss, or your parents kiss?"
"Because I don't want to see them doing it." Joan scrunched up her nose at him. "I don't care if they do, I just don't want to see it."
"Would you care if they saw me kissing you, yo?"
Joan looked at him for a second, and then shook her head. "No, of course not. But Grace and Luke were doing a lot more than just your average every day kissing. That is something that should be done someplace where people can't just walk in on them." Joan told him and then kissed him softly.
Grace Polk and Luke Girardi both stood in the Girardi's garage, cleaning up the mess that was left over from their Science Fair Project. They'd already spent three hours cleaning up the mess at the school, only to have to go back to the Girardi's and clean up the garage.
Luke looked at her, Grace's head leaned forward, and some hair fell over her eyes, and saw that she still had feathers in her hair. Luke made his way over to her and she glanced up at him. Slowly he reached out and pulled one of the feathers from her hair.
Grace watched his hand, slowly it moved up to her face, and then she felt his fingers on her hair. She looked back at Luke's face and saw the intent look on his face, as he watched his own fingers work to remove the feathers.
His fingers were barely touching her hair, but she felt every sensation of it. And Grace could feel his warm breath against her forehead.
Her eyes slid shut for a second, and before she could open she felt Luke's lips against hers. A quiet gasp escaped from her mouth before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Luke's arms curled around Grace's waist; in the back of his mind he was thankful that she wasn't wearing her leather jacket. Without the jacket he could feel the warmth of her body, her small waist, and most importantly to him, he could feel her breasts pressing into his chest.
He had one hand pressed against the small of her back, while the other slid up to rest between her shoulder blades.
Grace couldn't help but moan as Luke kissed her deeply. She was not expecting him to be so. forward. He'd started to talk about it numerous times, thus ruining the mood, and the surprise value. That was why she pulled away before it could actually end in a kiss. But this time, he grabbed her, and he kissed her, and she wasn't complaining; Even if she was beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of fresh oxygen.
Luke broke the kiss suddenly, his lungs screaming for air, and since he didn't want to pass out while making out with Grace, he figured it would be a good idea to break the kiss. So instead he left a trail of soft kisses down her throat, taking in breaths between kisses against her skin.
His lips latched onto her collarbone, and he sucked softly on her skin, while breathing in her unique scent. The hint of leather, left over from her jacket, but below that was the delicate scent of honey.
Grace's head fell backwards when she felt Luke's lips against her throat. It was intoxicating. Even with her lungs filled with clean oxygen she still felt like the room was spinning. She let one hand slid up to twist around the back of his neck, and buried it in his hair.
Then she felt one of Luke's hands, the one that had been on her lower back slide just a hair lower, his fingers dipped under the back of her shirt, and then she felt the warmth of his hand flat on her back. Another moan made it past her lips as Luke kissed a trail over throat to the other side of her neck and liked and sucked and kissed her skin.
With a strength Luke didn't even know he possessed he wrapped both of his hands around Grace's waist and lifted her wispy body up onto the work bench behind them. He stepped between her legs, and Grace cupped his face and pulled his mouth back to hers.
The kiss was passionate, Luke touched his tongue to her lips, and she willingly parted her lips, allowing them to explore each other's mouths. He could taste the sweetness of the licorice stick she had been munching on in the car on the way to his house.
Luke took a chance and pushed both of his hands under her shirt, and let them explore the silky skin of her back. His hands slid up between her shoulders again, this time he felt the fabric of the back of her bra.
Grace pulled back from the kiss slightly and looked at Luke. She had no idea what she was doing. Originally the kiss was just to prove a point. But now, no one else was around. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her.
Luke opened his mouth, about to make a comment, or to say something about a theory, or something. Grace knew that's what would come out of his mouth so she shook her head, and covered his mouth with her hand before he could utter a single word. "Don't. just. shut up."
She pulled her hand back from his mouth and Luke looked at her shirt, contemplating the best way to go about getting the shirt off of her, without having to completely break contact. But Grace took care of the problem for him. Seconds later her own fingers grasped the hem of her shirt and she tugged it over her head.
Luke's mouth fell open in awe. Her lacy black bra did little to conceal anything. He groaned quietly and kissed her hard. He slid one hand up to cup her cheek, to keep her mouth against his, while his other hand slid around to her stomach from her back, and lightly brushed over her flat belly. Her skin was soft, and it quivered under his feather light touch.
His hand slid up higher, and he cupped her lace clad breast gently. Grace let out a breathy moan into his mouth and she pulled at the back of his shirt, pulling it up enough to feel his skin. Luke let his lips leave hers, and traced his tongue over her throat, to the tops of her breasts.
Grace arched her back and let her head fall back, completely lost in the ambiance. So lost in fact that she didn't hear the side door open. That is until Adam Rove spoke.
"Dude!" Adam's jaw dropped, and Joan stood beside him staring in shock.
"Oh. My. God!" She enunciated every word, slowly, and loudly. She had known about the kiss that happened at the dance, but this was something completely different.
Grace quickly yanked her shirt back over her head and cast a glance back at Adam and Joan. Adam had a smile on his face, and Joan was still in shock. She jumped off the counter, and pulled herself away from Luke, then grabbed her leather jacket and pushed between Joan and Adam.
"Oh my god." Joan said again in shock.
"Yo, Jane, let's go." Adam slid his hand into Joan's and tugged her away from the garage.
Joan looked at Adam, who was still smiling. "What are you smiling about Adam? Grace and my brother were just."
"So?"
"So! It. it's gross!"
"Why?"
"Because, it just is Adam. I knew Luke had a crush on her but."
"Jane."
"What Adam?" Joan looked up at him and he pulled her closer and kissed her softly.
"Is that gross?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why is it gross when Luke and Grace kiss, or your parents kiss?"
"Because I don't want to see them doing it." Joan scrunched up her nose at him. "I don't care if they do, I just don't want to see it."
"Would you care if they saw me kissing you, yo?"
Joan looked at him for a second, and then shook her head. "No, of course not. But Grace and Luke were doing a lot more than just your average every day kissing. That is something that should be done someplace where people can't just walk in on them." Joan told him and then kissed him softly.
