If anyone is still here then you probably know the way that I'm writing this now so I won't say anything.
WARNING: Again suggestive themes.
A week later, Atlanta drove to the city. She'd recovered rapidly after what happened; I hadn't. I was still slightly shaken by the experience. I couldn't afford to lose her again.
I looked across at her and her porcelain like features. She looked composed and in control as she drove along the highway. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore one of her button up, slightly see-through, white shirts with her cleavage on show. She saw me looking at her boobs again. She caught my eye and smiled. I brought my eyes up to her face, beautiful even without make-up. I started staring at her lips, naturally red but not over powering. I just wanted to kiss her then.
The car jolted again and we broke eye contact so that she could focus on the road. The car was just a second hand Mazda MX5 sport her dad had given her for her birthday the year I died but she loved it (oh, yeah, she'd got back in touch with her family but her dad had been given a ten year sentence in prison a few years ago and left her about a third of his life savings, her step-mom hadn't got anything...serves her right for what she did to his kids; he'd just been let out a few months back.). I, on the other hand, hated it. It rattled and it sounded like it hadn't had an MOT in years. The black paint work was scratched and there was a massive dent on the passenger door. The interior was black and smelt a bit of wet dog; well she did say that her dad, step-mom and younger sister had a terrier called Bruno. Technically, he'd been her dog when she was eight but decided to leave him behind when she ran away. I was surprised he was still alive.
She can't stand her step-mom, she had loved her dad but she'd stopped Atlanta ever spending time with him. That was she ran away not because of her dad but his wife.
Our stuff was in the trunk and I could hear it being tossed around as we raced along the highway. I was moving into Atlanta's apartment in Manhattan. Apparently, she'd left camp early last year but still came back when Chiron was under staffed...
'Oh, Luke, there's nothing to be worried about. You've faced scarier things than this.' I couldn't help but worry about him. He was a part of me now, literally, part of him was inside of me. I moved one hand off the wheel and placed it on my body where my womb would be. If Artemis is the goddess of childbirth, shouldn't I be able to sense something? I looked down. Nothing had changed. 'Why should it? There wouldn't be any visible signs until about three months. We only had sex last week.' I sighed before something brought my attention back up...
The car gave a bang and I could see smoke curling out from under the hood. Atlanta saw it too and pulled over to the side of the road. The handbrake creaked as she put it on. She sighed before turning to me. She saw what I thought in my eyes. She reached over and stroked my cheek and scar. I was nervous of what people would think about it, people have avoided me for it before. Atlanta had come up with a cover story that I had got it whilst fighting out in Iraq with the army, which also explained my two year disappearance. It was a long shot sure but it was better than going round saying that it was from a Greek dragon named Ladon on Mount Tam and I'd come back from the dead.
Atlanta took her hand away and turned to open the door. I coughed slightly. She turned round to look at me before planting a kiss on my cheek. She got out the jeep and opened up the hood. I went out to join her. She was leaning over the engine and her feet weren't touching the floor. I could see down her shirt and it reminded me of the night when Ethan caught us at it on the 'Princess Andromeda', that was way more memorable than last week. I remembered before helping her fix the engine...
We were in her cabin and neither of us thought to put the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door since we weren't expecting to be interrupted. She was on top and lying on my chest. We were lip and tongue-locked and I had just gone in when he opened the door. "Atlanta, you haven't seen...oh gods..."
The bed sheets covered our legs and my hand was around her bust so we kept our dignity or as much as you could when you'd just been caught shagging your second-in-command by your supporter who you knew wanted her for himself; it was quite obvious by the way he looked at her, like he was undressing her with his eyes.
I looked up and glared at him. Atlanta just looked embarrassed; she and Ethan were good friends, she didn't know about the feelings he harboured. I felt like killing him there and then...he'd totally ruined the mood. His face when redder than her hair and he basically legged it.
I looked back into her eyes and tried to save the situation but she was having none of it. She slipped out of the hold I had on her. I sighed before getting up and closing the door.
"Atlanta, come on I didn't know that would happen."
"I'm not blaming you, but I don't feel like going any further at the moment." I tuned back round from facing the door and basically stared at her. She wore that short, silk dressing gown that she knew I liked. It was only thigh length and she'd tied it loose so I could see the flesh in between her boobs and hung off her slender shoulders.
I licked my lips and in effect threw myself at her. She sidestepped and I crashed to the floor. "Ouch..."
"I said I didn't want to go any further Luke and I meant it." She helped me up and I saw more of her chest. I went to find my boxers whilst Atlanta sat down on the bed. When I'd found them I sat next to her and put my arms round her willowy frame. "Sorry Luke, but I don't feel like going that far at the moment."
"I understand." There was silence as I considered her statement and my options: I could either leave it there or go against her will and rape her. I didn't want to do either but... "So I can still go up to third base then?"
"Well, I..." I didn't let her finish. I pushed her roughly down and pulled the knot on her dressing gown undone and flung the material aside. "Luke what are you...oomph" She groaned as I crouched over her torso and started to kiss her explicitly...
She was all sticky and gross the next morning she still looked cute though...
'Stupid Jeep, why can't you got one short trip from Camp to New York without breaking down?' Luke was looking at me in that way again. "Let me guess, Princess Andromeda, Ethan, third base, sex. Am I right?" He nodded; I sighed and rolled my eyes, he would never forget that day. It was a good day though, embarrassing but good.
I giggled as I reached over to push the spark plug back in. He had always been good what we did that day...
I laughed at the memory before I slapped her butt and grabbed her round the waist then swung her round and away from the machine. I could tell she was annoyed because she punched me in the back when I put her back down. "The spark plug has come out. I was putting it back in, Skywalker," she said irritably. 'Man, I hate that nickname'. She pushed me out the way and pointed to an unremarkable looking socket and wire. I reached over and pushed it back in before joining her inside again. I clipped my seat belt in and watched her start the engine. The car stalled before it roared into life...
We spent the rest of the journey in silence and I kept catching him sneaking approving looks at my chest through my translucent shirt. I knew he'd do this and I wanted him to. That was the plan and this way I knew he wouldn't keep asking me about my life these past two years. I shook my head and reminded myself that was then and he had changed and had shown me that.
I navigated the streets of New York with ease and pulled up outside one of the cities many skyscrapers where my apartment is. 'Alone with my man, what am I going to do with him?' I giggled at the thought and got out joined Luke at the trunk. He'd already gotten out our bags and was throwing his over his shoulder. "What's so funny?" he asked. I guess my face gave my feelings away.
"Third base sounds quite good at the moment." He shook his head and let me lead him in to the lobby...
'She has some of the kinkiest thoughts sometimes.' I let Atlanta lead me up the stairs to her apartment. I counted the numbers as we went past. '50, 52, 54...' We stopped outside the fifty-sixth door. She fumbled with her bunch of keys before opening it.
She slipped her feet out of her sandals and took the bags from me. As I bent down to undo my laces, she vanished into one of the adjoining rooms and reappeared when I stood up. She took my hand and whispered that she'd show me round...
'I really should tidy up more often.' The whole place was a mess. My things littered the entire apartment and I hadn't emptied the bins for over a week. He didn't look like he minded but more relieved that I wasn't a neat freak or perfectionist.
I took his hand and led him back out to the hallway...
Afterwards we were relaxing on the black couch. I had noticed that most of her stuff was black but didn't say anything. I had one arm around her waist and my hand on her stomach under her shirt. I started to move it up her body when I realised that hadn't seen her bedroom or anywhere where anyone could sleep.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing ten. I unconsciously let out a yawn. Atlanta put her mug down and stood up. She held her hand out to me and I took it. She lead me back through the kitchen and out to the centre of the apartment. She opened the door to the room where she took our bags and took me inside. I was being led into her room, her private quarters. Atlanta let go and placed her hands over my eyes and led me further inside...
This part had been bugging me ever since Chiron suggested that Luke should move in with me. My apartment is only had one bed and I wasn't sure how my mother would react to me sharing a bed with a guy that she doesn't approve of, then again she doesn't approve of any guys.
Anyway, I'd designed the room so it suited my personal character and I wasn't keen on letting this part of me be known to anyone. It was my private space and I didn't want to share it with anyone else. I took a deep breath before taking the plunge...
When she removed her hands from my eyes and stood back I could see what she'd been leaving until now. The room was spacious and open with a majestic view of the city's skyline at night. The two walls were covered in monochrome wallpaper and the other opposite walls were painted white. The floor was deep mahogany floorboards and the furniture was painted black. The bed was what caught my attention the most. Large enough for more than two people, it had black sheets with silver detailing and pillows and was easily the focus point of the room.
Atlanta moved from behind me and sat on the edge. "What do you think?" I couldn't say anything. It was too amazing for words. I went over to her and sat down. I put my arm round her and said I thought it was incredible. She relaxed and twisted round to kiss me. I kissed her back and she took my hand in hers and held it close to her heart. That action wasn't much but it showed me what I meant to her.
I broke off and watched her place her head on the pillows. I did the same and let her lie against my chest. I saw her chest rise and fall with her breathing and mine quickly took on the same rhythm. 'This is actually real. We're both alive and sharing an apartment in the city as if nothing ever happened with a kid on the way, maybe...'
'I've got to tell him. Now's a good time as any.' The thought kept getting thrown around my head but I couldn't bring myself to say it...
After about five minutes of just lying there and thinking, she turned over so that she was propped up on her elbows. Her shirt brushed my hand and brought me out of my trance. I looked into those once emerald eyes and found myself becoming lost in their eternal misty pools. Her voice floated through the haze to me: "What would you do if I told you that I was pregnant, Luke?" The question had come from nowhere and had cleared away the fog in my head. She gazed up at me and looked like she was sixteen again. I didn't know how to answer.
"I'm not really sure really. I'd be happy, yeah, but also nervous. I had only just got my life back and I may have just ruined it again. No offense or anything, but I particularly want a family. It's not that I don't find you attractive because you are very sexy, but because I want it just to be the two of us and that's it. I've just got you back and I don't want to lose you again. Do you understand?" She nodded and replied.
"I understand. I feel exactly the way you do, I don't particularly want a child but I will see this pregnancy through... there's one thing I feel that you don't: fear, pure fear. I'm more scared then I've ever been in my life and this time no one can save me because want is scaring me is growing inside of me." I cradled her in my arms and made sure that I was telling her that I will always be here to fight her fears away. It dawned on me as my hand brushed the waistband of her jeans.
"What do mean by that?"
She looked up and said those three words I never wanted her to say: "I'm pregnant, Luke...'
*sarcasm* Cliffy! What's coming next?
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