'You do realize, don't you, that this is our honeymoon? A wedding trip?" Luka grinned as he settled back on the bed they'd made by pushing their two cots together. Abby shook her head continued to flip through the pages of the months old magazine in her lap as she spoke.
"Most people...smart people...go to beaches...or casinos...not to the middle of a conflict torn desert...surrounded by people in tents, for cripe's sake...where there are no hot showers ...or massages... or..." Luka grinned and toyed with the hair at the nape of her neck that had escaped her pony tail. She shuddered and brushed his fingers away thinking it was one of the ever present flies that plagued her. Luka's hand crept to her shoulder and her pulled her back against him. Abby snuggled against his chest for a moment and then sat up and looked at him.
"Eeew...you stink." Luka snickered and pulled her back down for a kiss.
"Let me take your mind off that," he said softly. "And you, by the way, smell just as bad." Abby sat up straight on the cot and looked at him.
"I do?" Luka rolled his eyes.
"Americans are probably the only ones in the world concerned about that." He pulled her back down and lifted his head over her's and studied her face.
"Is it that difficult being here?" he asked. Abby smiled and reached up to rub the dark beard stubble that covered his cheeks.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else," she said. Luka grinned and leaned down to kiss her. Abby's eyes closed and she drew her fingers through his hair and brought him closer. She shifted the length of her body to his cot under him and Luka hurriedly unbuttoned the shirt he wore, not taking his lips from hers. Abby giggled and helped him with the belt and button at his waist. His hands slipped under her cami and caressed the sweaty slippery skin his fingers found. He lifted his head long enough to slip the cami over hers and tossed it aside. Abby's eyes were sparkling as he studied her face for a moment and then buried his face in her neck to press kisses along the salty tasting skin there.
"Ah!" Abby yelped suddenly as the cot collapsed to the floor under them.
Adam Muhammed looked up fromhis seatas Luka went to the tool box and rifled through till he found the tools he needed and headed back toward their room.
"Again?" he laughed as he went back to the papers on the table in front of him. "Those cots are only meant to hold one person for sleeping, Dr. Luka. Maybe you should put the mattresses on the floor?" Luka turned.
"She's afraid of the snakes," he shrugged with a smile.
"Hasn't anyone told her that snakes can easily climb up those..." Luka lifted a finger to his lips and shushed him as he looked toward his room cautiously. He grinned and held his tools up and went on his way. Adam laughed and shook his head.
Those two had definitely brought a new kind of life to the camp. It had only been a week. They were certainly dedicated doctors. They worked tirelessly alongside Dr. John with patients. Dr. Luka was a problem solver. He could find a way to fix anything. Dr. Abby was a favorite, drawing smiles and people where ever she walked in the camp. But when they were together - like this - it was as if no one else in the world existed but them. There was a joy that Adam hoped to find one day himself with a wife. He rolled his eyes as he heard the muffled sounds coming from their room. He gathered his papers into a neat pile and set a rock on them to keep them from blowing astray. He set his hat on his head and walked out the door. Dr. John was headed inside. Adam stopped him.
"'He's fixing their bed," he said. Carter grimaced.
"Again?" Adam shrugged and headed down the pathway with a smile. Carter shook his head and gazed wistfully toward the open door of the shelter. He turned around and headed back toward the small hospital.