Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the same thing you read over and over again in every fic.

Warning: This takes place in Season 12, so if you don't know what happens it will ruin everything.

This Chapter is more explicit so I would recommend to be more careful about it. Rating might be M.

This is my first fic so...

Anyway, I want to thank Eva Cale (Bel Vezer) for her support and help with this fic. And also Kira (elohimdancer319) for her help as well with grammar mistakes. English isn't my main language so I do apologize for any mistakes I might've missed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please review!

Luka and I just got to my apartment after being at the lake. I'm in the kitchen staring at the fridge trying to find something to eat. I was so preoccupied, I forgot to eat today and I'm starving.

"Hungry?" Luka says as he walks behind me.

"Yeah. Famished. You?"

"I'm hungry too. Wanna go grab a bite outside or just take out? It doesn't look like you have anything… edible in there." He comments, gazing into the fridge and scrunching his nose.

"I know... haven't had much time to go shopping... I like the idea of take out. I don't feel like moving. I'm just tired." I mutter and close the fridge wearily.

"Ok, so take out it is. Anything in particular?" He murmurs understandingly and places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"How about some pizza? Nothing complicated."

"I'll make the call." he walks towards the phone and I go to the bedroom to change.

As I'm removing my shirt he walks into the bedroom and places his hands around my waist. His breath is soft on my neck as he whispers.

"Food will be here in half an hour."

"Ok, thanks."

His hands move to my tense shoulders and he begins to massage them gently. I can feel myself relaxing instantly. As cliché as it sounds, he really does have healing hands. I groan as he turns me around to face him. I don't want him to stop. His face lingers on mine. I don't know what he's thinking but I feel myself shiver underneath his penetrating gaze. Finally, he lowers his face to mine and gently his lips meet mine in tender, languid kiss. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. For the first time in the last few weeks, there isn't any trepidation in our movements. Gradually, the kiss deepens and he slowly lowers me to the bed and moves his lips to my neck. He pulls away for a moment to look into my eyes and I can see the desire glimmering in the dark green depths and I know I want him too.

I fumble with the buttons on his shirt but he stops me, kissing my finger tips softly. There is no rush tonight. He kisses me one more time and then slides off his shirt. My hands glide up his chest and I leave a trail of kisses up to his mouth, where he takes my mouth in his and we slowly lower to the bed once more. Our tongues meet, tangoing in an erotic dance and I hear myself moan as the kiss deepens. Oh Luka... I can't believe we are here now, after all we've been through... He moves to my left side, his right hand is underneath me and his left one is moving slowly downwards caressing my bra, my belly, finally reaching my pants. He begins to unfasten them and I know he wants to remove them as much as I do but that means we have to stop kissing and I don't want our bodies to separate just yet. I move my own hands and gently brush his away as I attempt to remove them without breaking the kiss. His lips leave mine and I look at him with what must be desperation. He's laughing.

"What?" I ask rather flustered.

"Nothing... it's just …" He smiles and I scowl at him. Way to ruin the moment.

"What's so funny?" I prop myself up on my elbows, looking up at him quizzically.

"You are..." he finally manages to say.

"What?" I'm starting to get defensive. He lies on his side, resting his head in his hand so he's eye level with me. Slowly he reaches up and trails his finger down my cheek, still smiling.

"You're a very naughty girl." He grins wickedly and now I realize he's teasing me. I glare at him, faux-pouting. Slowly, his face transforms. He's much more serious.

"And I love seeing you like this." He murmurs.

"Half naked?" I joke.

"No…" He amends after a glare from me. "Well, of course that too…" He smiles.

"I mean happy... I love seeing you happy." He smiles shyly as though he's disclosing a secret.

And then I realize that he's right. I am happy. How many times in life can you say you are truly, deeply happy? I'm smiling and he's smiling too. He is grinning to be more precise.

"I guess I owe you for that." I say but he just shakes his head.

"No." He smiles, almost sadly.

"I can't make you happy." He continues. "Nobody has that power… except you. I know that now." I'm not entirely sure I agree but I let it rest.

"Well, thank you anyway. " I reply, smiling.

"I'm glad you're happy... because I'm happy too." he places his hands on either side of my face and moves slowly to kiss me.

I love his warm scent and the feel of his body against mine. I break away for a moment and climb on top of him, straddling him. He looks up at me and grins as my hands move down to his belt buckle.

"Crap." I groan as I hear the doorbell ring. He sighs disappointedly and then chuckles as I climb off of him, sulking.

"Hurry up." I whine, flopping back onto the bed, watching him re-buckle his pants.

"Okay, okay!" He chuckles as I throw him his shirt and urge him out the door. I hear him talking to the delivery guy and moments later I detect the faint smell of pizza wafting into my room. My stomach growls in reaction to the delicious smell.

I walk into the living room after putting on one of Luka's t-shirts. He is placing the pizza on the table.

"Do you mind if we eat? I'm starving." I say.

"Sure. I'll get some plates."

"No need." I mutter and grab a big ol' delicious, greasy slice and stuff it into my mouth. He smiles and shakes his head.

"You better take it easy." he laughs at me.

"I told you I was starving." I defend myself.

"Forgot to eat." I mutter with my mouth full.

"You didn't eat? Why didn't say something before...?" he's staring at me now.

"My mouth was otherwise engaged." I mumble in-between bites.

He laughs again and keeps on eating.

"You're still hungry?" He asks after I've polished off the final slice.

"Sort of... but I would love something sweet actually."

"Sweet?"

"Yeah, like some chocolate cake... or ice cream!" I exclaim once I figured out my craving.

"You want ice cream?" He asks dubiously.

I nod excitedly.

"And you want me to go get you some, right?" he says smiling.

I get up from my chair and go sit in his lap.

"Would you, please?" I pout, giving him a soft kiss.

"You're shameless." He chuckles but he acquiesces.

"Ok, I'll go... but only if you promise to continue our little unfinished business."

"I wasn't going to let it unfinished..." I say kissing him passionately on the lips.

He wraps his arms around me and slides his hand underneath the shirt. Finally, I tear myself away.

"Chocolate ice cream please..." I grin sweetly.

"Kissing me makes you think of Chocolate Ice Cream?"

"Hey, that's my line!" I smile.

"I know..." he says smiling "Ok, I better get going or you'll be left with no ice cream and no clothes." he adds trying to free himself from underneath me.

"Yeah I think you are right." I say while a plant another kiss on his lips.

I must have dozed off on the couch because the next thing I know, I hear him shuffling around in the kitchen.

"Ice cream?" I ask, pulling myself up from the couch and rubbing my eyes.

"Damn. I woke you." He mutters but pulls out a glorious carton of Ben & Jerry's. I nearly leap off the couch – fully awake now – and run to get my treat. He hands me a spoon and rolls his eyes good naturedly as I dig in.

"Hey, you're welcome." he grins.

He's been staring at me all along and I didn't even notice it. I was too involved with the ice cream.

"Sorry..." I say. "Thanks for the ice cream." I mumble, my mouth full.

"My pleasure." He grins, seductively and leans in for a kiss, after which he licks his lips.

"Hmm. Delicious." He smiles. I shake my head, wagging the spoon at him and together we head to the sofa.

"Wonderful. Where did you go that took you so long?" I ask him, realizing it's been close to an hour since he left.

"There was no chocolate ice cream in the store around the corner. I had to walk a while to find one that had some in stock." He explains.

"Oh... well, thanks for walking extra. You could've bought a different flavor though." How sweet is he?

"You said Chocolate and if I promised chocolate … I'm a man of my word." He smiles and reaches forward for another bite. I instinctively pull back, protecting my loot.

"A little protective, aren't we?"

"Oh, sorry." I grin offering up the carton. He takes it and sets it aside, leaning over to me slowly.

"I'd rather…" He licks the corner of my lips.

"Eat you." He continues and I giggle. I don't think he realizes what he just said but I feel myself blushing anyway. He pulls away, his eyebrows furled in confusion. I'm trying really hard not to laugh at his oblivion.

"Okay." I giggle.

"But uh… could it wait till I finish my ice cream?"

I lean forward trying to reach the carton but he catches me and effortless flips me over on the couch so I'm pinned beneath him. And suddenly I'm drowning in his scent and I think the ice cream can wait. Gently, he takes the hem of my shirt and lifts if over my head. I'm naked now, except for my underwear. His eyes are full of passion, and I try to pull him closer but he grins devilishly. Reaching over for the carton he scoops a spoonful and slowly drags the icy mixture over my belly. My body tenses as the frigid treat makes contact with my skin.

"Luka! That's cold!" I complain.

But then I can't keep my eyes off of him as he slowly leans forward and licks part of the sweetness off of me.

"Wow!" he says and lets himself collapse next to me.

I'm grinning and turn my face around to look at him.

"Yeah... that was... wow!" I finally manage to say breathlessly.

"I think I can get used to this." he says.

"You think so?" I say teasingly while shift my body to face him resting my head on my hand.

"Don't you think so?" he asks teasing me.

"Well, I will have to agree... I'm just loving this."

He moves himself closer to me and kisses me on the lips.

"I'm exhausted" he says.

We are both underneath the covers in my bed and I'm just letting him hold me. I look up to him and just grin.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing... I just need to get up for a second." I say.

"Get up? Where do you want to go?" I can tell he is confused.

"To the living room..." I add softly.

"For what? It's freezing outside!" he says.

"I know, I just..." I mumble, finally adding "I want the ice cream, alright!"

He just laughs at me.

"You want the ice cream?" he's actually enjoying this. Unbelievable!

"Yeah..." I'm smiling again now.

"And this is your way of telling me to go get it for you. Am I right?"

"Am I that obvious?" I say while I can't hold back a smile.

He just bends down and kisses me.

"Just sometimes..." he says while he removes the covers and puts on his underwear. Runs to the living room and comes running back with the ice cream in his hand.

"I don't think you can call this ice cream any more..." he says. He digs the spoon in and then as he is about to eat the melted mix I say:

"Hey! I thought you went to look for it for me!"

"Do you want it?" he is grinning like crazy.

"Yeah, I want it! Why would I ask for it if not! Come on! Give it to me!" I stand up on the bed wrapping myself with the covers and try to take it from his hand.

"Ok, I'll give it to you in exchange for something." he says mischeviously.

"What?" I'm looking at him not sure I want to hear what he wants.

"Nothing to complicated... Just come here." he says.

"Ok, but just promise you won't put more ice cream on me..."

"I won't, I promise..." he says but he's still smiling.

"If you betray my trust you are dead!" I say while I move slowly towards him.

He places his left arm around my back but still making sure that the ice cream is out of my reach with his right one. And then he just kisses me. A soft, sweet and affectionate kiss. I deepen the kiss and move my arms around his neck letting go of the covers which fall into the bed exposing my naked body. He finally can't resist it anymore and brings his right hand to my back as well.

"I got it!" I say while I jump on the bed with the ice cream in my hand.

"Hey, you tricked me!" he says grabbing me and making me fall into the bed with him on top. I can't stop laughing as he starts tickling me. He is laughing as well.

"Luka! Just... Stop... Please" I manage to say.

"Ok, I'll stop..." he says. He kisses me once more and then adds: "Look what you've done to the bed. It's a mess!"

"Hey, I'm not the only one here!" I say. He gets up from the bed and arranges the covers while I start eating the ice cream.