Post by blakee on Jan 17, 2011 20:17:31 GMT -8
LUKE 'FREAKIN' FERRARO[/font]
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Luke couldn't help the laugh that came whenever she said she could handle it. Apparently she'd never seen temperment issues explode. "I don't think you understand.. I don't want you underestimating this. But thank you." That was all there was to it. She had the want to help him and that was enough to make him feel like everything would work out okay. He hadn't yelled at her and he had in mind that he never would. But it wasn't her that he was worried about. It was everyone else and how he would deal with them whenever the time came.[/blockquote]
The touch against the scar running along his jawline made his eyes cut to her hand and he smiled, his face relaxed. He enjoyed having her soft fingers against him in a tender way. He smiled whenever she kissed the hated scar and he looked back at her. Yes, some day he would tell her everything that happened. Some day, he would point out the other scars that lined his body, but didn't show as clearly as the others. The ones that were on his arms and chest and legs and back. But for now, he would hide them away from her and everyone else. It was strange, but he didn't like the lights on whenever he wore minimal clothing. Not when someone else was around. The less they saw, the less questions they asked.
"I'm yours, Luke.." A bubble filled up his chest and he looked up to the sky. He sighed when he felt her lips on his skin again. Luke looked at her and kissed her forehead. "Excuse me," he said and stepped away. He laughed sheepishly before turning and jumping and letting out a loud whoop as he sprinted towards Bacardi. He wrapped his large arms around the black stallion's neck and whooped again before running back to Bridger and kissing her nose. He cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm good now," he said, his composure returned.. somewhat.
The next part that came made his heart thunder. "Let me take you home. It's getting dark and.." Luke had no intentions of staying. He planned to take her home and nothing more. Hopefully she would know that he meant it that way and not that he wanted more. "Ya know what? I'm making you dinner. Come on." He didn't wait for her response. He whistled for Bacardi and grabbed Mode's reins as he passed and lead the two stallions and Bridger out the gates, to the barn and then to his truck.
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