Title: Aftershave
Summary: Luke's feeling wimpy, so naturally, Joan teases him. Luke also gets a really, really bad idea on how to get Grace's attention. Post The Fire and the Wood.
Luke grunted as he pushed himself up off the floor for the fifth time, only further proving himself worthy of weakling status. He heard the sound of feet clomping up the stairs and let himself slump to the ground as Joan's giggles reached his ears. He turned on his side, panting slightly, and glared at her.
"Don't tell me this is because Grace had to open the cookie jar for you," Joan said, barely managing to contain her giggles long enough to talk.
"Now is as good a time as any to get in shape," Luke replied nonchalantly while he thought, So it's Grace, huh? About time I found out what that girl's name is.
"Yeah huh," Joan drawled, clearly not believing him. "Has nothing to do with you thinking she's hot."
"What?' Luke sputtered, in deep denial. "I never said any such thing."
"'It's so hot that you know that'," Joan mimicked and made a face at her younger brother.
"I didn't say she was hot, I said..." Luke let out an annoyed huff of breath. "Why are we discussing this?"
"Because you so have a thing for Grace," she teased. "Next you'll be bathing in cologne just to impress her."
"I didn't even know her name before tonight," he pointed out, going back to his push ups to hide his slightly pink cheeks.
"But you wanted tooo," Joan sang out as she left the room.
Luke laughed and shook his head at his sister's childish behavoir. He paused mid-pushup, a thoughtful look on his face. He stood and went over to his dresser drawer were he stored all his junk he had no other place for. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a still packaged bottle of aftershave his aunt had given him last Christmas. He pulled it out of the box, uncapped it and cautiously sniffed it. He found himself recoiling slightly at the strong smell, but shrugged and poured a squirt in his hand and rubbed it on generously.