Luka slowed his jog until he met a walk upon approaching the outer realms of his apartment building, holding Cujo's black leash tight in his hand. The dog panted heavily from running a good 3 miles along side his master, the years that Luka had on the young dog a secret to the rest. The dog stopped when he saw a patch of grass to the side of the sidewalk, the humongous size of the Golden Labrador Retriever pulling Luka back in a surprise.
"All right," he sighed while shaking his head at himself; he'd forgotten that the dog even needed to go to the bathroom out in the grass, and the thought had been the last thing on his mind all day. "Yeah..."
He unclasped the leash and let Cujo from the chain, watching the dog carefully for sake of keeping the neighbors from having anything to say. He knew that Cujo wouldn't take off; after all, he'd been on the houseboat all day and the thought hadn't ever entered his mind. If anything, the dog was more behaved than he was - no matter how confused the animal was left from time to time.
Luka captured the dog by his collar as he stood patiently on the edge of the sidewalk, and clasped the leach back to the collar before entering the apartment building. They climbed the steps slowly, one for exercise purposes and the other to slowly catch their breath; reaching the top of the stairs at the fourth floor, Cujo turned his head hastily at the sound of a creaking door.
Luka's gaze slowly followed, and he squinted tightly to narrow the ray's of the sun at the end of the hall. The tall man grasped 3 brown paper bags in his arms as he balanced himself against the door while trying to shove his keys back into his pocket. Successfully grabbing the sack about to fall, he glanced down the hall at Luka and Cujo and offered the tall, dark, and handsome Croatian doctor a hand of greeting.
Luka raised his hand back politely as the man entered his apartment and shut the door.
An ease was left on his mind with the greeting of one neighbor who was a very successful man left as a stranger to him. They'd lived in the same apartment building for years and he didn't even know the man's name. All he knew is that the man had seen woman after woman come and go from Luka's apartment over the years, as Luka had only ever seen one woman come and go from his.
Luka sighed as he tugged the leash in the direction of the apartment, Cujo hot on his trail as the dog's hot breath floated across the back of his calf muscle. He was tired, not from the jog, but his mind was tired. He'd honestly admit that he hated having days off because it gave him nothing but time to think.
He reached down and unclasped the leash from the collar, keeping his fingers looped loosely around the matching black collar around Cujo's neck. He bent low, crouching even to Cujo's height, and he scrubbed his hands across the loose skin around the golden retriever's neck. Cujo sat obediently as the only person to ever tower over him got down to his eye level.
"You're such a good boy," Luka smile as Cujo licked his face, the creases around his lips strong as he seemed to be captured in a moment of bonding. His smile was real and unhidden, and he was surprised that it was ultimately brought around by the dog. "I think Mommy's home."
He used the excited voice that you'd use with a child, and it only made him smile more. He found himself suddenly treating the dog the way that Sam treated him, as a child - as their child.
He gave the dog a final shake before standing up and throwing the door open, watching as Cujo took off calmly into the apartment. He slowly stepped in, hanging the leash on a hook by the front door as he shut the door with his foot, and paused as he heard Cujo suck up all of the water left in his bowl. He turned slightly on his heel to see Sam reach down for the water bowl and turn on the kitchen sink faucet to fill it up with fresh water, immediately setting it down to see the dog continue to drink water from the bowl.
He gave Sam a smile and a wave as he walked down the steps, his red knee-length shortsm, resembling gym shorts that they'd gotten Alex for his gym class, and his black t-shirt tight across his chest, and he watched as all she could manage was a glare.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, lifting his hands to ask the reluctant question. "What?"
"You know what," her voice sounded firm as she gave him another glare before turning towards the fridge, pulling out rotten vegetables and tossing them into the trash.
"No I don't know what," he shook his head innocently, his mind full of questions. He walked up behind her, a small gust of warm air seeping through the vents and spreading across his slightly chilled skin, and touched her elbow lightly. "Tell me."
"How much did you two run today?"
She turned and looked up at him, clenching her teeth together to hold back a sigh begging to be released from her. He pursed his lips together as he bit his bottom lip, sucking on it as though it was giving him strength while he felt as though he was tonguing an open wound at the roof of his mouth. He dropped his hand to his side as he moved from behind her and reached around her for a bottle of water from the fridge.
"We ran 3 miles to the houseboat and 3 miles back with quite a few hours in between. It wasn't as much as usual," he shrugged nonchalantly, twisting the cap off of the bottle and taking a swig from it. He shook his head as he smiled, fighting back laughter from escaping the back of his throat. "That isn't what you're mad about, is it?"
"I'm not mad," she pushed her hand into her hip as she stopped pulling stuff from the fridge, turning to him with a tightened body. "Why would you think I'm mad?"
"Then what's your problem," his eyebrows dropped on his forehead as his expression became slightly angry and annoyed. He was taunting, utilizing his cannon points as he stood with an open water bottle in one hand and leaning against the refrigerator door with the other - looking sexy as hell.
"You," she countered back, her voice unable to hide the annoyance from him any longer.
"I thought you said you weren't mad."
He smirked at her, hitting another cannon to be released on her ship as he silently hoped that he would bring it to destruction instead of her ship self-destructing. Her jaw cocked slightly at him as she clenched her fists together. He took another drink from his water bottle before he smirked again as he capped the plastic bottle back, holding it tight and pushing that hand into his hip popping outward as he pushed most of his weight onto the one leg.
"I lied," she smirked, her cheeks fattening as she did so, and squeezed her hands to a close. She gave him a fleeting glance, turning from him as he set his water bottle down on the counter beside her, and he moved from his pose resting against the refrigerator until he was standing behind her, his chest pressed into her back. "Don't...Just don't do this."
He could hear the smile wanting escape through her shaky voice, and he was enjoying it too much.
"You want me," he whispered cheekily in her ear as he licked his lips; she could hear his tongue sliding across his soft lips and it made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body released tension as he lifted trembling hands to her shoulders, dragging his fingertips across the slightly exposed skin showing from her gray t-shirt. "I can feel it."
She smirked, feeling him against her.
She leaned back against his chest as his hands slid around her waist, his hands resting on her abdomen, and his breathing hitched slightly directly in her ear. Her hands pushed against the counter as he pushed more and more into her, the friction between them slight as each pressured themselves into the other. His lips descended slowly upon her shoulder, her t-shirt a cloth between his soft lips and her soft skin.
"How can you be so sexy and so stupid all at one time?"
She sighed in content, wishing that they weren't standing the way that they were but were instead elsewhere. He grinned slightly as he leaned his body into hers in a search to press his lips against hers, and she turned slightly to give him an easier access. It was too much, but at the same time it just wasn't enough.
He shrugged to answer her question as she turned, his lips still locked to hers, and he smoothed his tongue across his bottom lip - grazing her lip passionately with his tongue. His hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her closer to him as he stepped back only to prompt her hand to pull him closer by the back of his neck, and she sighed into the back of her throat. She hated that she could marry a man and yet he'd still have the same affect on her as though it was the first - wasn't that what marriage was supposed to be about.
He finally took a hard step backward, his lips and tongue leaving hers only to leave her in a confused daze, his hand smoothing down her face and arms until he could grab her hand. He took another step backwards as his eyes found hers, hardly a blink passing between them, and lead her out of the kitchen. He turned slightly, her eyes drifting down his body as she pictured him beneath the red shorts with white stripes down the sides of them and the black t-shirt suctioned to his chest.
She had married the closest thing to a god on earth.
His hand left hers as he stopped with his lead and she suddenly found herself in control of her body all over again. She stepped forward as she pushed her hands up his back, between his shirt and his skin, and she circled her arms around his torso. Her fingertips pressed heat into his stomach as she slipped them into the waistband of his shorts, fanning her fingers out against his skin.
He didn't bother to turn, just reached down and covered her hands with his which only made her fingertips press harder into his hips. He was so close to her, he could feel her warm breath trail through his t-shirt and across his skin, but she wouldn't say anything - she was reluctant to make a noise even. So, he didn't bother making a sound either.
She massaged his skin, and as she did so he uncovered her hands to grab and clutch his shirt in his grasp; pulling it off over his head, it brought her warm breath into direct contact with his skin. His back muscles tensed in her face as she pushed her hands further down his body and her fingertips grazed warningly over him, making him inhale deep into his chest. Her fingers suddenly stopped moving, and moments later he felt them drawing a pattern up his torso.
It was sensual, and yet it left him waiting to found out what would happen next.
He turned beneath her fingertips, dropping his shirt to the floor, and he reached out to capture one of her hands in his. He locked his fingers with hers, bringing their enjoined hands low to his side as he looked at her, and squeezed his eyes shut together as she inched her fingers of his free hand lower and lower until it tickled the skin just above the waistband of his shorts. He stepped back, his butt falling onto the armrest of the couch, and he willingly dropped her hands as she pulled both of them to his thighs.
She pushed her fingers up his skin, scorching it and leaving red marks of where her fingers had actually been, her hands disappearing under the nylon of his shorts. She forced her fingers under his legs, her thumbs making circles into his skin, as she leaned forward and kissed the bottom rib of his ribcage. He felt his hands urge out to touch her as he slipped his hands up her shirt and gently pushed his hands into her tiny waist, gently pushing her from him.
A lump formed in his throat and his breath hitched, her hands staying glued to his skin as she lifted her eyes to his questioningly.
"What's the matter?" She shook her head carefully, and he sighed as he looked down, tearing his eyes away from hers. She pulled one hand out of his shorts and pushed her thumb into his chin, lifting his eyes to hers. "What's going on?"
He sighed again as she stepped forward, her hips resting against the armrest between his legs, and he entwined his fingers together. He kept his eyes locked on hers, and he smiled softly wih a shake of his head.
"Sam..." her name left his lips softly as he felt her retract her hand slightly from his skin, "I think you're pregnant."
"Pregnant?" She shook her head, laughing quiet into the back of her throat. She slowly stopped, looking at him with sudden seriousness. "No, I don't think that I'm pregnant."
"From last night," he said softly, his eyebrows arching high. Both of her hands dropped to his stomach, her fingertips circling his sides as her thumbs pushed into his skin just above his shorts. "It was...You know."
"That doesn't mean anything," she shook her head, her fingertips trickling across his skin to make him shiver beneath her touch. He slid forward, closer to her, and it became obvious to her that despite his seriousness, he still wanted her. "You know that no matter what it's like it doesn't matter."
"But it was..." he paused, pushed his lips together, and forced his tongue to spit out actual words, "but we..."
He failed to form actual words.
"Luka," she smirked as she bit her bottom lip, her index fingers playing with the waistband of his shorts for about the millionth time - she obviously was craving to feel him. "Just shut up so we can have sex."
Before he could say anything else he was inhaling a deep breath, surprised at her hands suddenly touching him. He had fallen behind to say the least, and he watched her carefully as he reached out the short distance and gave her shirt a small tug, slowly deciding that it wasn't worth her moving her hands from his body. He let his hands drift lower and slipped his first two fingers in the front of her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning them with a quick snap. He slowly unzipped them, his fingers being ripped from the metal zipper as she pressed her thigh into his leg.
She pulled a hand from him, her fingertips dragging slowly up the trail in the center of his stomach, and she pushed him back as gently as she could. Both of her hands seemed to leave his body, and his eyes seemed to snap open. He looked at her in confusion, his body, or body parts rather, throbbing to be close to her once again.
He watched with narrowed eyes as she pushed her jeans down her legs, biting his bottom lip harder than he even realized. He reached out as he sat up slightly and she straddled his waist, his hand smoothing over her thigh as she eased into his open arm. It was the long moment that their eyes were locked when he realized that they seemed to be wearing that of a pair.
His elbows propped him up slightly as she ran her hands down his chest and stomach, the touch alone making him hot and sweaty - his skin was sticking to the black leather of the couch. His fingertips slipped up her shirt until he could reach no further due to him leaning against his elbows, and he warily sat up to toss her shirt onto the floor with the growing pile of clothes. He did a lot of touching at the newly showing flesh, his hands trembling against her.
He was still unsure if the trembling was from him working out, or if the trembling was from the sight of her and her alone.
There was a sigh from her as he pressed his lips into the crook of her neck, divulging himself into the quiet shadows dancing across her skin. He turned slightly as he pressed her back into the couch, and he slowly worked his hands around her body and to her back, pulling her body into his as his eyes drifted to a close. Her hands smoothed down between them as she slipped them around the waistband.
He stood slowly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and her legs wrapped tightly around his as he pressed his lips against hers, and felt a wave of chills pass through his spine as her fingertips began massaging his skin - once again. He felt her fingertips graze down him, which made him throb even more, and she tugged on his shorts until they seemed to slide down his legs. His tongue smoothed across her lips, her teeth, her tongue and a quiet sigh was elicited from her lips as she ripped the encounter apart.
He laid her back and covered his body with hers, the pressure building up.
"Luka," her voice came out rough, rushed, and he grinned at her widely as ignored it. Her voice came out gentler, "I hate you."
"You love it," he replied back, roughly, as they both groaned hard.