Abby suppressed a smile as she steadied Luka for a moment and used his key to open their apartment door.
"Woo..." he blinked as she turned on the lights and he closed his eyes and shook his head. She grinned and guided him inside and turned to shut the door.
"It was a nice party. Did you have a little bit too much fun tonight?" she asked. Luka sighed and leaned heavily on the back of the couch.
"If you could call watching you dance with every guy in the room 'fun'," he shook his head.
"I did not dance with every guy in the room," she laughed and eased him out of his jacket and folded it over the back of the couch. She slipped her feet out of her heeled pumps and left them by the couch. Luka shook his head.
"Malik...Morris...Yosh...Ray...Jerry...Frank...Ray again...and Malik again and again and again." Abby laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him steady himself as she led him to their bedroom. Luka flopped down on the bed and pulled his arm across his eyes. Abby slipped his shoes off and unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants off. Luka lifted his head and looked at her.
"I'm supposed to be doing this to you," he said wearily. "That was the plan."
"Well, I think our plans were a little off," she grinned as she sat on the bed next to him. "It was a nice thought though."
"Yeah..." Luka sighed. He closed his eyes again and Abby smiled as she drew her fingers through the hair on his forehead.
"Did you drink that entire bottle of champagne?" Luka opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Was the bottle empty?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, pretty much then."
"Why?" she asked.
"You were dancing with Malik and I got a little jealous so I drank a little," he sighed. "And then you danced with Ray and..."
"Okay," Abby laughed. "I get the picture." She reached over and unbuttoned his shirt and pressed a kiss to his bare chest.
"Why didn't you dance with me?" she asked as she raked her fingernails through the hair on his chest. "You've done it before."
"Not with anyone watching," he sighed. He looked down at her hand on his chest and then up at her face. He leered at her with a slight smile on his lips. Abby chuckled and reached down to unbuckle the belt that rode on her hips. She dropped it to the floor and then smiled at him.
"You are so beautiful," he sighed as he reached for her. Abby laughed.
"And you are so drunk..."
"Naw...I'm not," he sighed. His hands slipped under the hem of her sweater dress and slid up her thighs to her waist. He lifted his head as his lips sought her's and Abby grinned. She leaned down and met his as he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her panties and nylons. He slid them down over her hips and pressed her closer to him. His hands traveled up her back under the dress and fumbled with the clasp on her bra. She giggled and pulled away from him. She sat up, slipped the dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. Luka sighed as he looked up at her. His face was flushed and his eyes heavy lidded. He reached up and caressed her shoulders and then tears began to slip out of his eyes.
"What's the matter?" she asked with a worried frown. Luka sighed heavily.
"I was so afraid that I'd lost you forever," he said. Her frown faded.
"You didn't," she said and wiped a tear from his face. "I came through the surgery okay, right?" Luka shook his head.
"No...not then...before. At the el station. When I told you that you weren't pretty...weren't special enough." Abby nodded and wiped another tear away.
"It wasn't true, Abby," he insisted. "Not a word was true." She smiled at him and then leaned down to snuggle against him. Luka's arms tightened around her as he held her close.
"I am sorry," he said. "I am so so sorry."
"I know," she sighed. "I said some pretty rank things as well. But it's over. Done." Luka nodded and buried his face in her neck. She shook her head and laughed as he nibbled on her shoulder.
"I love you, Abby," he whispered in her ear.
"You are really going to love me tomorrow when you wake up with a headache," she giggled. "Ready to...uh...dance...with me?" Luka chortled and rolled over on top of her.
"Yes...I am ready to dance with you," he grinned.
"Good..." she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck.