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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!
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Hi everyone! I know it took me a long time to update, but I had some family problems. > Anyway, thanks for the patience and the reviews! I hope you like this new chapter! Enjoy!
Luka is driving back to his apartment and I'm looking out the window thinking about what happened tonight.
"Penny for your thoughts..." he says.
"What? Oh... Sorry..." I say. He just caught me off guard.
"So what you thinking about?"
"Everything that happened during our shift. I can't believe you pulled out a surprise party and I didn't even notice. Thank you again."
I turn around to look at him and he's smiling.
"And you're welcome... again." he says. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah, it was a nice surprise." I reply smiling as well.
"I'm exhausted" I say while I let myself fall on the couch.
"So does this mean you don't want your present?"
"I didn't say that..." I'm looking straight to his eyes and he's grinning.
He sits next to me on the couch and bends down to kiss me but I place my fingers gently over his lips.
"Aren't you going to give it to me? Or did you actually bring me here with false pretences?" I ask inquiringly.
"Oh, so you are only here for your gift?" he ask raising an eyebrow.
"No... but that's a big reason." I reply grinning.
What would it be? I wasn't expecting anything at all but now I really want to know!
"Ok, I'll give it to you. Wait here." he says and goes upstairs.
Moments later he's sitting next to me again and hands me a small rectangular box with a red bow on top.
"Open it."
I open it slowly to find a beautiful silver necklace with a locket.
Oh my God...
"Thought you might want to add a picture of the baby once it's born, and you did sound a little disappointed when I told you it wasn't a necklace your Christmas present."
"It's beautiful. Thank you Luka!" I say and move forward to kiss him. He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me to his lap.
"You're welcome. Happy Birthday." he says.
He kisses me again but this time I can feel his tongue probing inside me in an exploration quest. I let him play with my tongue while I play with his. My arms move slowly around his neck and his hands bring me even closer to his body. I let the box fall on the couch without even noticing it. His hands travel along my clothes to the hem of my shirt and then he places them against the small of my back. I can't help but jump off the couch.
"They're cold!" I say.
"Not for long!" he says while he stand up and kisses me again.
His hands move again to my waist. I move my own to meet them and our finger intertwine together. When we finally part and he starts walking to the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask
"To bed... where else? You don't want to come?"
"I wouldn't mind but..." I'm not sure if I should say this... I know he is going to gloat.
"But what?"
"Ok... mmm..." I look away...
"Abby?"
"I'm hungry alright. I can't believe it but I'm hungry again."
He's grinning and laughing at me.
"Want some breakfast?"
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not. I'll make you breakfast and then we can go to bed."
He walks to the kitchen and I sit at the bar watching him cook.
"Want some tea with your waffles?"
"Yeah please. I'm going to change while you finish." I head to the stairs but he makes me turn around when he says...
"I wouldn't put too much clothes on, they're not going to last on you."
I'm grinning...
"Shut up!" I turn around again and he chases after me. He catches me when I reach the first step and makes me look at him. He places a sweet but passionate kiss on my mouth and suddenly I'm moaning in pleasure. We finally part and he runs back to remove the waffles before they get burned.
"I'll be right back and you are forbidden to follow me"
"I am? Why is that?" he starts walking slowly towards me.
"I really want to eat and if you do we aren't going to be eating for at least an hour."
A small smile begins to creep from the edges of his lips and finally turn into a huge grin.
"And that's bad?"
"No, it's not bad... it's great alright! But let's calm one desire at a time."
"Ok, and hunger goes first...?"
"Right now... it does... so back to the kitchen." I point towards the kitchen. That came out partly as a command and partly as a plead.
"Ok, but you better make up for this one" before he heads back to remove the kettle from the fire, which just started whistling, he steals a quick kiss. I smile and go upstairs.
When I walk downstairs again, wearing a top and a pair of sweat pants, I see him placing the plates on the table.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Now eat... before I change my mind of the order we should be doing this" he's looking at me with longing eyes and my heart skips a beat.
After I finished the last waffle, I get up and head to put it in the sink. I can sense his eyes on me. I'm about to start washing it...
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Washing my plate... what does it look like I'm doing?"
"Now you're funny? Just leave it... I have other plans." he's standing right behind me, leaves his own plate inside the sink and wraps his arms around my waist. I turn around to face him.
"Yeah? Which plans? Tell me it's sleeping because I'm exhausted..."
"You're kidding me, right?" he's nibbling me neck, which sends sparks of electricity down my spine. This feels good... though it kind of tickles.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Ok, I'm teasing him a little bit but I am really tired. I really don't know what's wrong with me lately.
He stops kissing my neck and looks straight into my eyes. "So you aren't going to make it up to me?"
"Hey, it's my birthday. I can do what I want, right?"
"And you want to sleep?" he let's out a sigh and places his forehead against mine.
And I'm laughing at his expression... Oh my God, sometimes he can be funny... I place my hands on each side of his face and kiss him. It was intended to be a small, quick kiss but the moment our lips touch each other I feel the passion traveling along my body. His tongue probes inside me once more, searching for my own and my hands swift slowly to the back of his neck. Wow... This is what I call a kiss... He's hands wrap around my waist tighter and pulling me upwards making me sit on top of the counter. I open my legs and he places himself between them. Ok, maybe this time he wins...
The kisses begin to grow deeper, hungrier and in a way even animalistic. His hands leave the small of my back and begin moving slowly to my thighs. It's like they're on fire, we are on fire... The heat is becoming excruciating and suddenly I'm hot, really hot. My own hands I realize are playing with the hem of his shirt and a moment later I'm undoing it. I'm actually shacking. Why am I shacking? It's not the first time... His right hand meets mine and stops me. I have to stop kissing him now and look at him.
"What?" He wants me to stop?
He's smiling, that smile that makes my heart melt and skip more than a beat.
"What?" I have to ask again when he doesn't reply and he's staring at me.
"You have no idea how much I missed you..."
"What do you mean? I'm here... aren't I?"
"I don't mean now... I mean, back then... when... when we weren't together."
"You mean when I was with Carter and you decided to save the World?"
"Yeah..." he gazing at the floor not wanting to meet my eyes.
"I knew it! You weren't that drunk!"
"Well, I already felt bad about what happened after the Christmas party and it was a good excuse."
"It wasn't a good excuse, I didn't believe you! I always thought that you were trying to avoid me after that."
"I was, why else do you think I went to Africa?"
"You didn't go to save the World? Oh my God... You were actually running away from me? I can't believe this..." Wow... he did leave because of me... he almost got killed because of me!
"It was obvious! I always thought women have like a six sense to this type of things... You want me to believe that it never crossed your mind I was running away from you?"
I guess I can't lie to him about this now that we are being honest.
"Ok, maybe once, or twice... but when you came back you seemed to be... I mean, I was so happy that you were actually alive." Tears start gathering in my eyes, everything seems to come back to me all of sudden. "I thought I was going to die when Chuny came to me and said you were dead... I was having a stupid meaningless argument with Carter and she just came to the ambulance bay and said it... "Luka's dead" and my heart just broke right there."
And now I'm crying... in front of him. What the hell is wrong with me? He holds me tight, close to him. I place my head on his chest feeling his heart beating, it's going fast.
"I'm so sorry... I never thought you felt that way."
"Well, me neither. You had to die for me to realize it. I guess it's true that you never know what you have until you lose it." I'm sobbing now. I don't want to see his expression but at the same time I need to.
"But why didn't you say something when I came back?"
"You weren't exactly alone when you came back, remember? And besides, Carter's stupid letter made me really angry so I wasn't in my best."
"Yeah I know…" he sighs and after a minute adds: "I'm not going to lose you again." he looks right into my eyes and I know it. I do believe him.
He slowly bend down and our lips meet again. And this time we don't part, we just kiss each other as we hadn't done it for years. His hands move slowly underneath my top while my own are removing his shirt. We reluctantly pull away when he removes my top. His eyes are full of understanding, longing and desire. I wrap my arms around his neck once again, he moves closer to me and I lock my legs behind him. And then he starts moving towards the stairs. We keep staring at each other not wanting to lose connection. Once we reach the bedroom he slowly drops me on the bed. He lays on my right side and places a sweet soft kiss on my neck. His hands are still around my waist but they begin moving to my thighs. He props himself on his left elbow and looks down at me.
"Are you still tired?" he whispers in my ear, after his tongue plays with my earlobe making me shiver with delight.
I swathe my arms around his neck and when he lifts his head to look at me I plant a passionate kiss on his mouth. I let my tongue explore and he does the same with his. I can feel him hard against my thighs, without warning a small moan escapes me. Suddenly both his hands begin to remove my sweat pants and I raise my hips so he can slide them off. I realize I have the same urge to feel his warm skin against mine so I start to unbuckle his pants. He finally parts from my lips in his need to get rid off them along with his underwear. I look at him and he's grinning, one of those smiles that makes you feel the most important person on Earth, actually the only person. Nothing else matters, just us. It's only us... Well, us and the baby. Our baby.
He bends once more to meet me in a hungry kiss, his gaze is penetrating, discovering, and overpowering. The heat and yearning is becoming unbearable. I move my arms once more around him, our bodies swift and now I'm the one on top. My hair falls loose over my shoulders, moments later his left hand is placing it behind my ear. I move my head so it falls in my left side and he kisses me softly on the neck. My own lips move slowly to his neck and I play with my tongue. He lets out a soft moan, and I sense his breath against my skin. How could I possibly live without him all this years? How could I let him walk away? Why did I walk away? Because it was me the one that first did it, I walked away on our relationship… I pushed him away… Ok, Abby stop thinking about it…
He suddenly stops kissing me, he must've sensed something was wrong and looks at me.
"You ok?"
How can he tell? Am I that obvious? Or does he know me so well that he can tell without even looking at me?
"I was just thinking that's all." I look straight into his eyes.
"About?"
"Us…" I can't look at him now, I sit on the bed and gaze out the window.
"Abby… what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Right now nothing is wrong, but suddenly I can't help but think everything that I did wrong last time. How I pushed you away, and then I walked away."
"Hey, I thought we agreed that it was my fault things didn't work out the first time." I turn around to look at him. And he's smiling.
"And now you're teasing me. Great!"
"I'm kidding... Sorry… Hey, I know there are two people in a relationship and it takes two to ruin it. But still, it didn't work out the first time because neither of us was ready to face it. Think about it." He looks down and then adds "You were right when you said I was married to a ghost…"
Oh my God, he didn't just say that. Please, I'd like to be swallowed by the Earth now…
"Hey, it's ok. I would probably haven't dared to face it if you hadn't said anything. So thank you. I needed to let her go, she would've wanted me to live. And I don't think I can picture myself with anyone else but you."
"Luka… I didn't mean it when I said it. I was really upset and angry about the whole evening…"
"I know, I was angry too. And I did say some nasty things myself. But we forgave each other long ago, right?" He caresses my arm with his fingertips.
"Yeah, we did. We wouldn't be here if not. Sorry for bringing this up like this."
"It's ok, I'm glad we did. I like this new communication we are building. I mean, we are not yet there where we can talk openly but we will get there eventually. One step at a time, ok?"
I nod. I wrap my arms around him. He places a soft kiss on top of my head and whispers.
"So were where we?" and now I know he's grinning.
"I think I was here…" I kneel on the bed and nibble his neck.
"I think you are right."