5.12: Come Home addition. Luke reflects.
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Fun, the surprises...
And that stopped him for a moment.
He hadn't really reflected much on fun before. Not in a long time, anyway.
He grabbed the towels off the bathroom rod and tossed them on the floor with the pile of sheets and kitchen towels as he thought about it.
Not that he liked surprises very much really. Not for himself.
He grabbed her washcloth off the hook in the shower. A little lipstick still on it.
It was always better to give them. Surprises that is. Give them to her anyway. Building a rink. Waiting until she went to brush her teeth to set up the new tv.
Her reaction was worth all effort. Without fail.
He tossed the washcloth onto the pile then stooped to gather it all into his arms.
Though, he smiled a little at this as he walked across the apartment to the walk-in closet that housed the washer and dryer, it had been a pretty good surprise for him when she'd talked him through the stove fix.
"Oh, I am a manual reader from way back, my friend," she'd assured him later that evening with a laugh as he pressed down upon her on the bed.
"Any specific sorts of manuals especially?" he growled as he sucked an earlobe between his lips.
"Oh, God," she moaned... "A-all sorts, really... Ahhh," she breathed in then (he was at the base of her neck now.)
"Mmmm..."
His turn to moan then as she slipped her hands down inside jeans and scraped her fingernails along his ass.
"And why is that? The manual thing?" he managed to maintain his line of inquiry.
"It's an hotel manager thing," she sighed now as he splayed his fingers into her hair and lightly kissed her lips, then eyes, "Lots of equipment in an hotel. Mmm...Pretty big equipment sometimes..."
He responded to this by thrusting his hips against her stomach.
She giggled.
"One time I wired an entire entertainment equipment system for my mother," she added proudly.
He lifted his head to look deeply into her eyes then.
"No mother talk," he commanded solemnly.
"Sorry," she laughed. "Is the Entertainment Equipment talk okay?"
"Dirty?"
"Do you know exactly who it is you're sucking on right now?
"I beg your pardon," he said and went back about his business...
...Yeah, that kind of surprise fun was good too, he reflected with a small smile then.
He tossed the sheets and towels and washcloth into the washer on top of the scattered scoop of detergent.
"Women should learn to manage their own equipment," she'd gone on then as he kissed down her throat and unbuttoned her blouse at once.
"Jocelyn Elders got fired for that kinda talk," he remarked drily.
"Well, a single woman can't always be sure that a man will be handy. For the managing of the equipment, that is."
"I happen to be very detail oriented in that department."
"Yes, that's true," she sighed.
The blouse was off now.
"Not only that, but you've proven all those studies right too, by the way," she went on.
"The R.E.M. studies?"
"The foreplay studies."
The fronthook bra was quickly disposed of now.
"Oh, those," he sighed, and breathed in the creamy warmth of her skin, better than cooking, better than the pines by the lake...
"Yep. They say that there is a direct correlation between time spent on foreplay and intelligence.The longer the foreplay, the higher the intelligence."
Surprised, he lifted his eyes to look her in the eye, "Really?" he blinked.
"Shut up and kiss me, Einstein," she laughed.
...Definitely fun, surprises like that.
He shut the washer door then and screwed the dial to hot.