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Title:Touch
pairing: LUBY!!! YAYAY
rating: Mushy? Smutty? It's a Jasmine hasn't written Luby in a really long time and sort of forgot how this works rating. NOT FOR YOUNG PEEPS?
Summary: Katie asked for me to write something that leads up the spoiler. So you got this. ORIGINALLY, it started out to have more parts, but as I continued, I stuck with one idea. Which means one thing. More fic will come later. SIGH, I missed you, Muse. Written to Addicted by kelly Clarkson
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
The voice chattered away mindlessly on the other end of the phone. Abby rolled her eyes and stomped her feet a few times against the frozen sidewalk, exhaling slowly. "Excuse me?"
The voice on the other end paused and Abby nearly chuckled. The words were cut so abruptly, it was like Abby was inconvencing the woman on the other end.
"How did you get my number?"
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It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
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Last time she'd been to a bar, the night didn't end well. She ended up running after Luka and they were both screaming, saying things that they both never mentioned again. It was that ghost, the skeleton, the thing that stood between them. Sometimes she thought she had to look around it to watch him. The door to the bar was thick, heavy wood, and the doorframe seemed to gasp when she pushed the door open, instantly being hit by a gush of warm air.
No one turned around as she stood near the front, stuffing her gloves into her coat pocket. Her eyes scanned the faces of everyone she could see from her distance, her eyes landing on the familliar slumping shoulders. She could pick his moping figure out of a room full of a million if she had to. The straining of his cheek against his palm, the way the corner of his eyes wrinkled when he squeezed them shut, trying to block out the rest of the world. "I'll have a..seltzer."
She drew her nails lightly against his lower back, swinging her stool around so he faced her when he finally looked up, her palm landing softly on his cheek. Black hair hung over in his eyes, dark circles marking under his cheek bones, lines etched under his eyes. "Come on Luka. You've had enough."
He leaned over, resting his head against her shoulder as he closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. Her heart got trapped in her throat as she leaned back, falling under one of the few dusky lights in that whole room. She could see the traces of dried tears in the corner of his eyes. "Oh, Luka." She leaned over to throw his arm over her shoulder, pulling him towards her as he struggled to not fall to the floor.
There is always something about his eyes. She heard interns and nurses talking in whispers to each other in the lounge, in the cafe about his eyes. The passion in his angry eyes, the kind of anger that sort of scared you and yet, you wanted to step closer, get as close as you could to experience it. That was when you could literally see fire staring back at you. His broken hearted eyes made your stomach jump. They sort of pleaded with you until you finally gave into whatever it was he wanted. None of those compared to his defeated eyes. This time they were blood shot and squinted, staring back at her. It was hard to fight the smile as Abby locked her arm around his waist, trying to lead him to the door.
The blast of fresh , cool air in his face startled Luka, his arm falling from around her. His hands went to his face, running his palms down across his cheeks before looking down at her, a sheepish blush creeping up over his neck and across his face. She kept walking, only to realize he had stopped. He stood there, arms at his side as he looked back at her. "What? ".
He just shook his head. A slow smile curled on his lips as she came back, reaching for his hand. She turned quickly over her shoulder to scan his body as he stifled a chuckle. He looked away and let her drag him to the waiting cab without much fight. Abby held her jacket close in front of her body as she leaned to open the door, standing up slowly to watch Luka lock his fingers with hers. She slid into the backseat, pressing herself against the door as he slid in beside her. "I don't bite" she replied, grinning back at him.
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It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
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She pushed the door to her apartment open and walked into the dark room holding her breath. Her hand instantly clinched at her side as she searched for the light switch, listening to him sigh as he fell down on her couch. She could see him without the lights. His head was leaning against the back of the couch, his eyes closed, arms outstretched.
The light in the hall flickered on as she slipped out of her jacket, resting it beside him on the couch. She leaned over him, brushing his hair back as he sighed for a second time, his shoulders finally relaxing against the cushions. "So the bartender asks you, is there someone I can call, and I'm the only one you could come up with?"
His lips moved as she leaned closer to listen. "I said" his eyes opened as he chuckled, "No one else was home." She hit his arm playfully, before going back to smoothing her hands over his hair, across his forehead. "Am I..interrupting plans? I ..." he sat up quickly, her arms falling against the back of the sofa. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him back against the couch. He closed his eyes, and sighed for the third time.
She bent her knees and rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes.
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It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
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His hands pressed against her tightly, their laughter was soft and hoarse as she climbed over the back of the couch, sliding over to the corner opposite of him, her legs tucked close to her chest. She leaned her head down against her knee, inhaling slowly. There was that brief second when she was pressed up against his chest, smelling the aftershave and vodka that was starting to fade against his skin. She reached down to poke at the side of his long, outstretched legs. He opened his mouth to speak the same time Abby did, both forcing laughter this time. "Are you going to look for a roommate now that Sam is gone?"
He seemed startled by the sound of her voice, his eyes opening wider as the weight of her question dawned on him. He shrugged, sitting up a little. As he seemed to move into his corner of the couch, she moved closer. His eyes narrowed a little as his hand found it's way to the back of his neck and rubbed anxiously. He turned so his feet hit the floor. "Do I have to know right now?"
"I was..what am I going to say? It was a shooty attempt at conversation. I'm sorry."
She had always loved the looks he gave her out of the corner of his eye. They could be working in a trauma together, and there was a glance, almost a quick wink that would fluster her. This one had the same effect, the corner of his lip curling again. He licked his bottom lip before shaking his head. He turned to face her, straddling the couch. "I never had to look for roommates, they always sort of found me."
"I refuse to say it." she laughed, her hands on her cheeks. She shook her head and paused when his hand went out, fingers tangling in her hair. She bit her lip and scooted closer, finally straddling his lap, inches away from touching him. He drew her hair against her cheek, holding his breath as her eyes closed. Brushing her hair back to her shoulder, he stroked her cheek for a while until his finger traced over her lip.
"Say what?"
Her eyes jumped open and narrowed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he laughed. "Say you don't have a problem with women. You just can't keep them." her eyebrow raised as her lips curled coyly. "Don't push me, Luka. I can play this game, too." He scooted up farther on the couch, using his elbows to push him closer to her. His lips were inches away from hers as her hand grabbed ahold of his shirt, pressing his lips into his, her eyes fluttering closed.
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It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
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Sometimes he couldn't communicate with his eyes. The words seemed to stick in the back of his throat as his head fell back, her lips pressing kisses down to his chest.She uncurled her left leg from around his, the right leg shakily trying to find the floor as she pulled away. His eyes were closed tight, chest rising quickly as he struggled to catch his breath. Abby leaned down to gather his hand in hers, pulling him up to his feet.
He spun her around, pulling her back towards him as they continued down the hall. She reached behind her, searching for the knob as he leaned forward, sliding his hand over hers, Abby turning her face quickly, pressing her lips back against his. She stumbled back before curling her arm around her neck, catching her balance. Her back hit the mattress before his, her hands pressing up against his chest.
She had to listen to his breathing, watch his chest rise and fall. One of her hands slid under his shirt, and almost as instant as his body arched against her touch, she gasped , drawing her fingers up to the top of his chest. Abby got up on her knee and leaned forward, arching up to kiss him as her hands fumbled around with the buttons and finally pushed the cotton away from his body. Luka leaned up a little more so she could push the fabric off his shoulders, fingers curling over the skin. Her hand slid back down to the middle of his chest, her eyes scanning up to his face slowly. His arms slid under her lower back, sliding her down against his chest, his hand moved to tilt her chin back.
He was laying so close to Abby, she reached out and touched his side, feeling his muscles and skin contract as he leaned up to place a single kiss on the tip of her chin, his hands resting on her forehead, brushing back her hair. Her hand slid down his side to the clasp of his pants, tucking her hand into the waistband. He bent his neck leaning down to brush his lips back over hers. She pulled away and held her hands up over her head when he started to tug on her top.
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It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
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He wrapped his hand around her ankle, the top of his hair brushed against the inside of her leg. He
ran the length of his tongue down her middle, his fingers digging into her hip to keep her from moving as Abby rose from the bed and fell back down, sliding down the mattress, her legs curling around his neck. He drew kisses up her side, stopping to place soft kisses where his nails had dug into her skin.
She liked him the most when his eyes were dark. Really really dark, almost black.Little slivers of half black moons staring back at her intently, his chest rising with each breath, exhaling slowly, warm breath that left little goosebumps on her skin. She scooted down farther on the mattress, arching her back farther to grind her hips against his, her leg catching with his. She liked it the most when he held her arms over her head and slid into her, letting her wrists go, nearly tickling the skin with teeny kisses. He slid back, resting his length against her thigh, his cheek resting against her chest as he closed his eyes.
Abby could count each breath. Each inhale, exhale before he pressed his palms hard against her shoulder, sometimes digging his nails into the skin on her hip. He always slid one arm beneath her, arching her back for her, lifting her, pressing her hips back against his as he ground against her, loosening his grip when she started to tense up against him, her slender fingers lost in his hair, the other resting flush against his chest.
Sometimes he would lay on his back, his eyes heavy but open, watching her intently. She'd seen that look before. Sometimes at work, he gave her that same look,his hands held out in front of him, like he wanted to dare to touch her as lowered herself down on him, grinding as far as she could before falling back against his legs. But he wouldn't in bed, and sometimes he touched her shoulder, ran his hand againt her lower back at work. She'd curl up on his chest, draw her nail down over his chest as he shuddered. He lowered his head lazily, his tongue flicking out to brush across her nipple as she pulled the sheet up over his shoulders, her hand cupped against the back of his head as her eyes closed heavily.
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Just a little bit more to get me through this
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
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"Shit! LUKA!" she yelled, blankets and sheets flying. He had crouched under the bed, sticking the broom as far as it would go. Shoes and papers and the occasional rejected magazine crowded at the foot of the bed on the floor. "They were here! Right?Ah ha!" she held up the pair of panties she'd searched for in triumph, only blushing once he started to chuckle.
He stood up, and dusted off his knees as he walked over to lean back against the doorframe. "You still like ketchup on your eggs, right?" He ducked around the corner as a pillow case less pillow went flying towards him. He walked back into the room, grinning at the sight of Abby sitting in a pile of rejected sheets and pillows, pouting. He rested his hand on her cheek, tilting her face up to look at him.
She stuck her tongue out and reached over for a pillow, hitting him in the face. "Bras don't grown legs and walk off, Luka!"
pairing: LUBY!!! YAYAY
rating: Mushy? Smutty? It's a Jasmine hasn't written Luby in a really long time and sort of forgot how this works rating. NOT FOR YOUNG PEEPS?
Summary: Katie asked for me to write something that leads up the spoiler. So you got this. ORIGINALLY, it started out to have more parts, but as I continued, I stuck with one idea. Which means one thing. More fic will come later. SIGH, I missed you, Muse. Written to Addicted by kelly Clarkson
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
The voice chattered away mindlessly on the other end of the phone. Abby rolled her eyes and stomped her feet a few times against the frozen sidewalk, exhaling slowly. "Excuse me?"
The voice on the other end paused and Abby nearly chuckled. The words were cut so abruptly, it was like Abby was inconvencing the woman on the other end.
"How did you get my number?"
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It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
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Last time she'd been to a bar, the night didn't end well. She ended up running after Luka and they were both screaming, saying things that they both never mentioned again. It was that ghost, the skeleton, the thing that stood between them. Sometimes she thought she had to look around it to watch him. The door to the bar was thick, heavy wood, and the doorframe seemed to gasp when she pushed the door open, instantly being hit by a gush of warm air.
No one turned around as she stood near the front, stuffing her gloves into her coat pocket. Her eyes scanned the faces of everyone she could see from her distance, her eyes landing on the familliar slumping shoulders. She could pick his moping figure out of a room full of a million if she had to. The straining of his cheek against his palm, the way the corner of his eyes wrinkled when he squeezed them shut, trying to block out the rest of the world. "I'll have a..seltzer."
She drew her nails lightly against his lower back, swinging her stool around so he faced her when he finally looked up, her palm landing softly on his cheek. Black hair hung over in his eyes, dark circles marking under his cheek bones, lines etched under his eyes. "Come on Luka. You've had enough."
He leaned over, resting his head against her shoulder as he closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. Her heart got trapped in her throat as she leaned back, falling under one of the few dusky lights in that whole room. She could see the traces of dried tears in the corner of his eyes. "Oh, Luka." She leaned over to throw his arm over her shoulder, pulling him towards her as he struggled to not fall to the floor.
There is always something about his eyes. She heard interns and nurses talking in whispers to each other in the lounge, in the cafe about his eyes. The passion in his angry eyes, the kind of anger that sort of scared you and yet, you wanted to step closer, get as close as you could to experience it. That was when you could literally see fire staring back at you. His broken hearted eyes made your stomach jump. They sort of pleaded with you until you finally gave into whatever it was he wanted. None of those compared to his defeated eyes. This time they were blood shot and squinted, staring back at her. It was hard to fight the smile as Abby locked her arm around his waist, trying to lead him to the door.
The blast of fresh , cool air in his face startled Luka, his arm falling from around her. His hands went to his face, running his palms down across his cheeks before looking down at her, a sheepish blush creeping up over his neck and across his face. She kept walking, only to realize he had stopped. He stood there, arms at his side as he looked back at her. "What? ".
He just shook his head. A slow smile curled on his lips as she came back, reaching for his hand. She turned quickly over her shoulder to scan his body as he stifled a chuckle. He looked away and let her drag him to the waiting cab without much fight. Abby held her jacket close in front of her body as she leaned to open the door, standing up slowly to watch Luka lock his fingers with hers. She slid into the backseat, pressing herself against the door as he slid in beside her. "I don't bite" she replied, grinning back at him.
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It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
*************************************
She pushed the door to her apartment open and walked into the dark room holding her breath. Her hand instantly clinched at her side as she searched for the light switch, listening to him sigh as he fell down on her couch. She could see him without the lights. His head was leaning against the back of the couch, his eyes closed, arms outstretched.
The light in the hall flickered on as she slipped out of her jacket, resting it beside him on the couch. She leaned over him, brushing his hair back as he sighed for a second time, his shoulders finally relaxing against the cushions. "So the bartender asks you, is there someone I can call, and I'm the only one you could come up with?"
His lips moved as she leaned closer to listen. "I said" his eyes opened as he chuckled, "No one else was home." She hit his arm playfully, before going back to smoothing her hands over his hair, across his forehead. "Am I..interrupting plans? I ..." he sat up quickly, her arms falling against the back of the sofa. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him back against the couch. He closed his eyes, and sighed for the third time.
She bent her knees and rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes.
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It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
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His hands pressed against her tightly, their laughter was soft and hoarse as she climbed over the back of the couch, sliding over to the corner opposite of him, her legs tucked close to her chest. She leaned her head down against her knee, inhaling slowly. There was that brief second when she was pressed up against his chest, smelling the aftershave and vodka that was starting to fade against his skin. She reached down to poke at the side of his long, outstretched legs. He opened his mouth to speak the same time Abby did, both forcing laughter this time. "Are you going to look for a roommate now that Sam is gone?"
He seemed startled by the sound of her voice, his eyes opening wider as the weight of her question dawned on him. He shrugged, sitting up a little. As he seemed to move into his corner of the couch, she moved closer. His eyes narrowed a little as his hand found it's way to the back of his neck and rubbed anxiously. He turned so his feet hit the floor. "Do I have to know right now?"
"I was..what am I going to say? It was a shooty attempt at conversation. I'm sorry."
She had always loved the looks he gave her out of the corner of his eye. They could be working in a trauma together, and there was a glance, almost a quick wink that would fluster her. This one had the same effect, the corner of his lip curling again. He licked his bottom lip before shaking his head. He turned to face her, straddling the couch. "I never had to look for roommates, they always sort of found me."
"I refuse to say it." she laughed, her hands on her cheeks. She shook her head and paused when his hand went out, fingers tangling in her hair. She bit her lip and scooted closer, finally straddling his lap, inches away from touching him. He drew her hair against her cheek, holding his breath as her eyes closed. Brushing her hair back to her shoulder, he stroked her cheek for a while until his finger traced over her lip.
"Say what?"
Her eyes jumped open and narrowed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he laughed. "Say you don't have a problem with women. You just can't keep them." her eyebrow raised as her lips curled coyly. "Don't push me, Luka. I can play this game, too." He scooted up farther on the couch, using his elbows to push him closer to her. His lips were inches away from hers as her hand grabbed ahold of his shirt, pressing his lips into his, her eyes fluttering closed.
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It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
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Sometimes he couldn't communicate with his eyes. The words seemed to stick in the back of his throat as his head fell back, her lips pressing kisses down to his chest.She uncurled her left leg from around his, the right leg shakily trying to find the floor as she pulled away. His eyes were closed tight, chest rising quickly as he struggled to catch his breath. Abby leaned down to gather his hand in hers, pulling him up to his feet.
He spun her around, pulling her back towards him as they continued down the hall. She reached behind her, searching for the knob as he leaned forward, sliding his hand over hers, Abby turning her face quickly, pressing her lips back against his. She stumbled back before curling her arm around her neck, catching her balance. Her back hit the mattress before his, her hands pressing up against his chest.
She had to listen to his breathing, watch his chest rise and fall. One of her hands slid under his shirt, and almost as instant as his body arched against her touch, she gasped , drawing her fingers up to the top of his chest. Abby got up on her knee and leaned forward, arching up to kiss him as her hands fumbled around with the buttons and finally pushed the cotton away from his body. Luka leaned up a little more so she could push the fabric off his shoulders, fingers curling over the skin. Her hand slid back down to the middle of his chest, her eyes scanning up to his face slowly. His arms slid under her lower back, sliding her down against his chest, his hand moved to tilt her chin back.
He was laying so close to Abby, she reached out and touched his side, feeling his muscles and skin contract as he leaned up to place a single kiss on the tip of her chin, his hands resting on her forehead, brushing back her hair. Her hand slid down his side to the clasp of his pants, tucking her hand into the waistband. He bent his neck leaning down to brush his lips back over hers. She pulled away and held her hands up over her head when he started to tug on her top.
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It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
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He wrapped his hand around her ankle, the top of his hair brushed against the inside of her leg. He
ran the length of his tongue down her middle, his fingers digging into her hip to keep her from moving as Abby rose from the bed and fell back down, sliding down the mattress, her legs curling around his neck. He drew kisses up her side, stopping to place soft kisses where his nails had dug into her skin.
She liked him the most when his eyes were dark. Really really dark, almost black.Little slivers of half black moons staring back at her intently, his chest rising with each breath, exhaling slowly, warm breath that left little goosebumps on her skin. She scooted down farther on the mattress, arching her back farther to grind her hips against his, her leg catching with his. She liked it the most when he held her arms over her head and slid into her, letting her wrists go, nearly tickling the skin with teeny kisses. He slid back, resting his length against her thigh, his cheek resting against her chest as he closed his eyes.
Abby could count each breath. Each inhale, exhale before he pressed his palms hard against her shoulder, sometimes digging his nails into the skin on her hip. He always slid one arm beneath her, arching her back for her, lifting her, pressing her hips back against his as he ground against her, loosening his grip when she started to tense up against him, her slender fingers lost in his hair, the other resting flush against his chest.
Sometimes he would lay on his back, his eyes heavy but open, watching her intently. She'd seen that look before. Sometimes at work, he gave her that same look,his hands held out in front of him, like he wanted to dare to touch her as lowered herself down on him, grinding as far as she could before falling back against his legs. But he wouldn't in bed, and sometimes he touched her shoulder, ran his hand againt her lower back at work. She'd curl up on his chest, draw her nail down over his chest as he shuddered. He lowered his head lazily, his tongue flicking out to brush across her nipple as she pulled the sheet up over his shoulders, her hand cupped against the back of his head as her eyes closed heavily.
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Just a little bit more to get me through this
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
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"Shit! LUKA!" she yelled, blankets and sheets flying. He had crouched under the bed, sticking the broom as far as it would go. Shoes and papers and the occasional rejected magazine crowded at the foot of the bed on the floor. "They were here! Right?Ah ha!" she held up the pair of panties she'd searched for in triumph, only blushing once he started to chuckle.
He stood up, and dusted off his knees as he walked over to lean back against the doorframe. "You still like ketchup on your eggs, right?" He ducked around the corner as a pillow case less pillow went flying towards him. He walked back into the room, grinning at the sight of Abby sitting in a pile of rejected sheets and pillows, pouting. He rested his hand on her cheek, tilting her face up to look at him.
She stuck her tongue out and reached over for a pillow, hitting him in the face. "Bras don't grown legs and walk off, Luka!"