Title: Did You Just Say You Love Me?
Author: hezziebob182
Rating: M
Summary: What if Grace's gift for Luke in "No Future" had been a different kind of gift? Rating for sexual content and mild language. My first ever solo fanfic so please r&r! Chapter 2 up!
Chapter 2: Sunset
Disclaimer: I don't own Joan Of Arcadia. :( Pretty please don't sue me!
AN: Sorry if this chapter is too short or lacking in description but I'm a church-going person (nearly). Thank you soooooooo much to all the people who reviewed the last chapter. (How many were there? Oh yeah, 4.) All the people who didn't review, you mean people! I will hunt you down! (no, not literally ;) ) anyway, here goes…
Grace turns her head back to Luke and pushes herself down into his lap. Feeling his erection grow, the realisation of exactly what is about to happen sinks in. She may not admit it but as sure as she is, that doesn't mean she isn't still slightly apprehensive about how she will push away her embarrassment. She unbuttons the rest of Luke's shirt, looking down at him and feeling empowered by the obvious effect she is having on him. Grace had never seen Luke so steamed up over anything before. Except possibly string theory.
Luke looks up at Grace and believes for the first time that night that maybe they are both ready. His shirt falls to the floor. He knows that he loves her, knows that he gets butterflies every time he sees her, knows that her presence sends him into a whole different dimension and he knows now more than anything that she feels the same way. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined things would progress to this so soon. He watched as Grace undressed him, powerlessly under her spell that had been cast under moonlight, the relationship that had developed and grown stronger with every fleeting glance and stolen kiss.
Before Luke knew it he was completely naked. He might have been embarrassed if he had given himself chance to think about it but he honestly hadn't. He undressed his Girlfriend with the same craving, passion and love she had him, amazed to see the sun setting already. They had been here hours and as always when they were around each other, minutes played by as everlasting hours and split seconds all at once.
Grace pulls open a draw from her bedside table and picks up a condom, passing it to Luke.
With that Grace flicked off the light and crawled into bed with Luke Girardi, where they fell together in the darkness.
AN: Ok, I know, I know, corny. If you don't like it then bummer for you, I'm writing this for me anyways (sorry, only joking). It's supposed to be sweet. Please review! I'm tossing around a few ideas for where to go from here so give me some time. xxx
