Chapter Two
Author's Note: Okay, thank you guys so much for all the feedback, I hadn't originally intended on continuing this, but I couldn't resist. Alright, I know I'm not great at the characters, but 'eh. And also, this is a Grace/Luke fic, not Adam/Joan; therefore there will not be large amounts of Adam/Joan interaction. They are just extra characters in this fic.
Luke shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then back again. He had already knocked on the door and was waiting for some sign of life. Seconds later the door opened. Grace Polk stood before him, hair a mess, dressed in a tank top and pajama pants. "Uh." Luke opened his mouth, and the least intelligent sound that could possibly be made came out.
"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even nine am." Grace asked, not the least bit happy about being woken up before nine on a Saturday.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"It's eight forty three in the morning!" Grace groaned. Luke wasn't moving, he was just staring at her, so she stepped back and let him inside. "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke looked at her, glancing up and down the length of her body. "What?" Grace raised an eyebrow. Why was he being weird? He'd seen her in less yesterday, what did it matter?
"Do you uh. want to uh."
"Spit it out dude."
'Make out?' Luke cleared his throat. "Get dressed?"
"Not really. I was planning on going back to bed. you're not going to let me do that are you?" Grace huffed. "Whatever. Fine. I'll go get dressed." She headed down the hallway to her bedroom. "I don't see what the big deal is. You want to talk, then talk."
"Well about yesterday."
"Can't you forget about that?" Grace closed her door part way, so she could still listen to him as he talked. She grabbed clean underwear out of her drawer, and found her bra.
"No." Luke stood in the living room, glancing around. There were baby pictures of Grace on the mantel over the fire and he smirked slightly at them. In one of them she wore a pink dress, flashy shoes, and had her long blonde hair in pigtails.
"And why the hell not?" Grace rolled her eyes; she could hear him moving around. What was he doing? She shook her head and found a pair of jeans, and then a short sleeved shirt and pulled them on. Followed by a pair of socks, one grey, one dark blue, and then her shoes.
Luke still hadn't responded when Grace walked down the hall. Her hair was still a mess but she didn't care. That was how she liked it. Then she saw the reason he hadn't answered her. "You tell anyone about those and I swear I will make you pay."
Luke smirked at her and then looked back at the pictures. "You actually wore pink?"
"It wasn't willingly, now shut up. You wanted to talk, and you're not talking."
"Yes I am." Grace narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I really doubt you came over to marvel at the fact that I wore pink when I was four years old."
"We kissed." Luke said moving closer to Grace.
"Yeah? What's your point?"
"What does it mean?"
"It doesn't _mean_ anything." Grace looked up at him and saw a flash of hurt cross his face. "Look science boy, it was to prove a point. That's all."
Luke looked down at her face. To her it meant nothing? "What about yesterday? There was no one there to prove any points to. Other than me. and if that's the case, I missed the point."
Grace opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again. She was all about witty comebacks, but at the moment her mind was blank. "Look. You're the one that kissed me yesterday. Therefore it was your point."
"There was no point! Just me, wanting to kiss you." Grace looked at him; she felt her cheeks growing hot and shook her head.
"Whatever dude, I've gotta go meet Rove."
"He and Joan are at our house. He didn't mention plans with you."
"Yeah, well Adam is forgetful." Grace grabbed her leather jacket off the back of the sofa and headed for the door, but Luke stopped her with a gentle grasp on her arm.
"Grace." He said softly, pulling her back towards him.
"Luke. don't do this."
"Don't do what?" Luke leaned down slowly, watching her eyes as he closed the distance between their faces, and their bodies.
"You don't want me. You don't want to do this with me."
"I think I do." He didn't let Grace say another word, as he leaned down quickly, cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. She didn't object, her leather jacket slipped from her fingers and she raised her hands to rest on Luke's sides as his wrapped around her waist, enclosing her to his body.
Grace kissed Luke back deeply, their tongues tangled together. She felt one of Luke's hands slipping up her back and into her hair, mussing it more than it had been earlier. She slid her hands under the sides of his shirt, and smoothed her hands over his flesh.
Seconds later Grace pushed him back onto the couch, and he pulled her with her, never breaking the passionate kiss. She straddled his thighs and pushed her hands under his shirt again, over his stomach, up to his chest.
She tore her mouth away from his when she felt his hands venture under her shirt, and smoothing over her ribs. Grace looked down at him, and then lifted her arms up, to let him pull her shirt over her head. But instead of leaning into kiss him again Grace grabbed his arms and pulled him up so he was sitting up, and then tugged his shirt over his head.
Luke wrapped his arms around Grace's waist and pulled her closer, and kissed her intensely. His hands skimmed over her back as he laid back on the couch again, and felt the weight of her upper body against his. Her breasts against his chest, skin against skin. The only thing that kept their upper body's from complete contact was that damn lacy bra again.
The phone rang and Grace lifted her head up and glanced around. It was on the other side of the room. Too far. Luke pulled her mouth back to his and she completely forgot about the phone.
Several blocks away an annoyed Joan hung up the phone and looked at Adam. "She isn't answering."
"It's still early dude. Grace isn't a morning person yo."
"Yeah, I've noticed." Joan leaned into his side as Adam's arm draped over her shoulders. "She could have forgotten."
"Yeah." Adam pressed his lips against her temple and rested his head against the top of hers.
"Joan, don't forget you need to clean the kitchen." Joan let out a quiet huff of breath.
"Mom." She whined.
"You're still waiting for Grace, so please, before you guys go out clean the kitchen. You know that it is your day."
"Fine." Joan pulled away from Adam and stood up.
"I can help if you want Jane." Adam offered looking up at Joan.
"How about you go get Grace out of bed, and drag her over. I'll be done by the time you get back." Adam nodded and got up from the couch.
"Epic." He kissed her softly. "We'll be back." Joan smiled and kissed him softly. "Bye Mrs. Girardi." Adam said as she walked back into the living room. He gave her a small wave, and then left through the front door.
Luke took his time, kissing Grace's face, neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, then skipped down to graze kisses over her stomach. They had ended up sitting up again, his hands on her hips, squeezing, and pulling her closer every time she would shift her weight.
Grace took control again, and pushed Luke onto his back again by his shoulders and looked down at him momentarily. Then she leaned down and kissed his chest, and felt his fingers tangle in her hair.
Adam walked up to Grace's front door and knocked. No answer. He frowned at the door and glanced around, then he tried the door knob. It was unlocked so he opened the door. "Grace?" He said walking inside. "Cha, dude!" He said loudly when he saw Grace and Luke on the couch.
Grace's head jerked up and she growled quietly. "Rove!"
"You were late. Jane sent me to get you."
"I told you." Grace muttered under her breath and climbed off of Luke. She found her shirt, and then Luke's. She threw his to him and pulled her on. "Let's go." She grabbed her jacket again and looked at Adam.
Adam stepped outside, then Luke followed, then Grace. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Both boys just looked at her. "Walk!" She growled and both turned around and started walking.
Author's Note: Okay, thank you guys so much for all the feedback, I hadn't originally intended on continuing this, but I couldn't resist. Alright, I know I'm not great at the characters, but 'eh. And also, this is a Grace/Luke fic, not Adam/Joan; therefore there will not be large amounts of Adam/Joan interaction. They are just extra characters in this fic.
Luke shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then back again. He had already knocked on the door and was waiting for some sign of life. Seconds later the door opened. Grace Polk stood before him, hair a mess, dressed in a tank top and pajama pants. "Uh." Luke opened his mouth, and the least intelligent sound that could possibly be made came out.
"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even nine am." Grace asked, not the least bit happy about being woken up before nine on a Saturday.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"It's eight forty three in the morning!" Grace groaned. Luke wasn't moving, he was just staring at her, so she stepped back and let him inside. "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke looked at her, glancing up and down the length of her body. "What?" Grace raised an eyebrow. Why was he being weird? He'd seen her in less yesterday, what did it matter?
"Do you uh. want to uh."
"Spit it out dude."
'Make out?' Luke cleared his throat. "Get dressed?"
"Not really. I was planning on going back to bed. you're not going to let me do that are you?" Grace huffed. "Whatever. Fine. I'll go get dressed." She headed down the hallway to her bedroom. "I don't see what the big deal is. You want to talk, then talk."
"Well about yesterday."
"Can't you forget about that?" Grace closed her door part way, so she could still listen to him as he talked. She grabbed clean underwear out of her drawer, and found her bra.
"No." Luke stood in the living room, glancing around. There were baby pictures of Grace on the mantel over the fire and he smirked slightly at them. In one of them she wore a pink dress, flashy shoes, and had her long blonde hair in pigtails.
"And why the hell not?" Grace rolled her eyes; she could hear him moving around. What was he doing? She shook her head and found a pair of jeans, and then a short sleeved shirt and pulled them on. Followed by a pair of socks, one grey, one dark blue, and then her shoes.
Luke still hadn't responded when Grace walked down the hall. Her hair was still a mess but she didn't care. That was how she liked it. Then she saw the reason he hadn't answered her. "You tell anyone about those and I swear I will make you pay."
Luke smirked at her and then looked back at the pictures. "You actually wore pink?"
"It wasn't willingly, now shut up. You wanted to talk, and you're not talking."
"Yes I am." Grace narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I really doubt you came over to marvel at the fact that I wore pink when I was four years old."
"We kissed." Luke said moving closer to Grace.
"Yeah? What's your point?"
"What does it mean?"
"It doesn't _mean_ anything." Grace looked up at him and saw a flash of hurt cross his face. "Look science boy, it was to prove a point. That's all."
Luke looked down at her face. To her it meant nothing? "What about yesterday? There was no one there to prove any points to. Other than me. and if that's the case, I missed the point."
Grace opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again. She was all about witty comebacks, but at the moment her mind was blank. "Look. You're the one that kissed me yesterday. Therefore it was your point."
"There was no point! Just me, wanting to kiss you." Grace looked at him; she felt her cheeks growing hot and shook her head.
"Whatever dude, I've gotta go meet Rove."
"He and Joan are at our house. He didn't mention plans with you."
"Yeah, well Adam is forgetful." Grace grabbed her leather jacket off the back of the sofa and headed for the door, but Luke stopped her with a gentle grasp on her arm.
"Grace." He said softly, pulling her back towards him.
"Luke. don't do this."
"Don't do what?" Luke leaned down slowly, watching her eyes as he closed the distance between their faces, and their bodies.
"You don't want me. You don't want to do this with me."
"I think I do." He didn't let Grace say another word, as he leaned down quickly, cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. She didn't object, her leather jacket slipped from her fingers and she raised her hands to rest on Luke's sides as his wrapped around her waist, enclosing her to his body.
Grace kissed Luke back deeply, their tongues tangled together. She felt one of Luke's hands slipping up her back and into her hair, mussing it more than it had been earlier. She slid her hands under the sides of his shirt, and smoothed her hands over his flesh.
Seconds later Grace pushed him back onto the couch, and he pulled her with her, never breaking the passionate kiss. She straddled his thighs and pushed her hands under his shirt again, over his stomach, up to his chest.
She tore her mouth away from his when she felt his hands venture under her shirt, and smoothing over her ribs. Grace looked down at him, and then lifted her arms up, to let him pull her shirt over her head. But instead of leaning into kiss him again Grace grabbed his arms and pulled him up so he was sitting up, and then tugged his shirt over his head.
Luke wrapped his arms around Grace's waist and pulled her closer, and kissed her intensely. His hands skimmed over her back as he laid back on the couch again, and felt the weight of her upper body against his. Her breasts against his chest, skin against skin. The only thing that kept their upper body's from complete contact was that damn lacy bra again.
The phone rang and Grace lifted her head up and glanced around. It was on the other side of the room. Too far. Luke pulled her mouth back to his and she completely forgot about the phone.
Several blocks away an annoyed Joan hung up the phone and looked at Adam. "She isn't answering."
"It's still early dude. Grace isn't a morning person yo."
"Yeah, I've noticed." Joan leaned into his side as Adam's arm draped over her shoulders. "She could have forgotten."
"Yeah." Adam pressed his lips against her temple and rested his head against the top of hers.
"Joan, don't forget you need to clean the kitchen." Joan let out a quiet huff of breath.
"Mom." She whined.
"You're still waiting for Grace, so please, before you guys go out clean the kitchen. You know that it is your day."
"Fine." Joan pulled away from Adam and stood up.
"I can help if you want Jane." Adam offered looking up at Joan.
"How about you go get Grace out of bed, and drag her over. I'll be done by the time you get back." Adam nodded and got up from the couch.
"Epic." He kissed her softly. "We'll be back." Joan smiled and kissed him softly. "Bye Mrs. Girardi." Adam said as she walked back into the living room. He gave her a small wave, and then left through the front door.
Luke took his time, kissing Grace's face, neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, then skipped down to graze kisses over her stomach. They had ended up sitting up again, his hands on her hips, squeezing, and pulling her closer every time she would shift her weight.
Grace took control again, and pushed Luke onto his back again by his shoulders and looked down at him momentarily. Then she leaned down and kissed his chest, and felt his fingers tangle in her hair.
Adam walked up to Grace's front door and knocked. No answer. He frowned at the door and glanced around, then he tried the door knob. It was unlocked so he opened the door. "Grace?" He said walking inside. "Cha, dude!" He said loudly when he saw Grace and Luke on the couch.
Grace's head jerked up and she growled quietly. "Rove!"
"You were late. Jane sent me to get you."
"I told you." Grace muttered under her breath and climbed off of Luke. She found her shirt, and then Luke's. She threw his to him and pulled her on. "Let's go." She grabbed her jacket again and looked at Adam.
Adam stepped outside, then Luke followed, then Grace. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Both boys just looked at her. "Walk!" She growled and both turned around and started walking.
