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DomLuka

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  1. A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! "Happy birthday to you..." It was way too early for this. "Happy birthday to you..." It had to be too early. I felt like I’d just gone to bed. The way I saw it, I needed those extra twenty minutes of sleep that I was about to miss before I actually got up. "Happy birthday dear Nelson..." But it wasn’t every morning that I woke up to three off-key voices singing in my bedroom. Only every July fifteenth. The least I could do was open my eyes. I di
  2. Pressure. Last year, that’s what Valentine’s Day was for. A day where unnecessary pressure intruded upon my otherwise peaceful existence. I hated Valentine’s Day. This was because there was, like, some unjust law that I was supposed to be with someone. To have a companion. How unfair was that? I mean, seriously; what if I didn’t want a companion? What if I just wanted to say to the cats with it? Well, I suppose I had that right, but I was too self-conscious to walk around on Valentine’s Day all
  3. I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the mistletoe. I think it started around the time I was five years old, at the Christmas party my grandparents have every year in their six-bedroom home in Colorado. I always loved that house--on three acres, surrounded by nothing but forest--but I always loved it more at Christmas, lit up with lights and no room untouched by my grandmother when it came to holiday decorations. And there was always mistletoe, right there in the entryway as you walked in. That
  4. I first met James at a Christmas party my parents were throwing. He was the contractor they had hired to put together the new house they were building as an anniversary gift to each other. It would be a lot bigger than the two stories, three-bedroom house I had grown up in, which meant that there would be plenty of room for either me or my sister if we needed it, which wasn’t something I was about to complain about, considering that at twenty four, I was about to run back home with my tail betwe
  5. A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! I was encouraged when we reached his apartment, despite the fact that he hadn’t spoken a word to me since we got in his jeep and drove away from the club. I figured if he really wanted to be rid of me he could have just driven me home and dropped me off. Things grew even more promising when he made no objections as I followed him to his door. He hadn’t exactly encouraged me, either, but still... The real test came when he stepped inside and I waited to see
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    Dummy

    A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Looking at the caller ID of my cell phone I cringed and sent the call to voicemail. I know. Something was seriously wrong with me. Anyone with half a brain would’ve told me so, and I’d be inclined to agree with them. My phone beeped twice, indicating I had a new message just as I aimed to slide it back into my pocket. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly took a seat on the bench a few feet away from the candle shop in the mall, which Bree a
  7. DomLuka

    I am man!

    A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! To call or not to call, that was the question. To take a leap of faith by dialing seven digits and risking the possibility of having to hear a corny ringtone? To meet the one called Luke with blond hair, blue eyes and a nice butt? Or would it be safer to purchase another phone, change my name and my zip code and forever remember a fantasy that I’d stolen one perfect kiss from? Like hell. I was so calling him. Just as soon as I was brave enough to do so.
  8. A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! There comes a time when enough... just gives you a headache. “Would you look at this, please? How am I supposed get two loads of laundry done before I meet Amy for dinner?” James was bitching again. It was pretty normal, actually. Just like the way he liked sneaking his boss’s first name into conversation ever since she’d said he could call her Amy. To appease him, I forced myself towards the small-laundry area in the apartment and looked over the two
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    Time

    A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! I pushed my body forward, gliding over the ice at a faster speed than I was used to, weaving in and out of the thin crowd of people who were at the rink. Eddie was in front of me, towering over just about everyone on the ice in his gray t-shirt and casual jeans, grinning back over his shoulder at me because he was winning our race. I just shook my head at him, wondering if he knew how nervous he was making those who were half his size as he skated around them
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    The Way Home

    Thanks to Jim for editing! I’d never liked hospitals, but they didn’t bother me. Not really. Unless I counted the time they told me my mom was going to die, there had been no traumatic experiences. And even then, that hadn’t been a real hospital, but a specialist’s office with cozy furniture. Hospitals didn’t scare me until the day that I hadn’t gone back to Nevada with my grandma and I found out that I could lose my father in one. Luke’s message had been difficult to understand with all o
  11. A/N Thanks to Jim for editing! I stared straight ahead, noticing that the couples’ skate was over and that Seth was back on this ice, now with Angela and Dave, who’d slowed down to skate with him. That was nice of them. I clasped my hands in my lap, and looked away from my boyfriend to stare at the ice--shiny and smooth, if you didn’t count all of the tracks that the skates had been leaving in it. I momentarily entertained the idea of lying on it. It was feeling very hot where I was sitting.
  12. Thanks to Jim for editing! I tensed as Luke leaned over my shoulder from behind the basement sofa, his arms stretching across my bare chest as his hand closed over the magazine next to me; little droplets of water from his recent shower fell onto my shoulder as his breath hit my neck, the combination sending a chill down my spine as I swallowed hard and tried to ignore it. Two days ago, I wouldn’t have had to try. This would be something that I was used to. Close, comfortable contact with th
  13. A/N thanks to Jim for editing! There were a lot of things that didn’t feel right to me as I climbed into the passenger seat of Seth’s truck and stared out my window into the dark as the vehicle started. I’d likely lost my mind if I was willingly on my way to see Aaron. We were leaving the comfort of Seth’s bed, where our time could have been more productively spent than it was going to be now. My hip bones were actually sore from all of that earlier grinding we’d done. And worst of all, thing
  14. A/N: thanks to jim for editing! "Would you like something to drink, Rory?" Mrs. Fisher asked. "No thank you," I replied as she closed the Fisher’s front door behind me. She still reminded me of my mother in some ways, but at least I could face her. After hearing my mom’s voice again, reading her thoughts and allowing myself to really remember her, Seth’s mom just wasn’t a comparison anymore. She was just a reminder. "Can I take Rory to Seth’s room?" Gail asked from her mother’s side.
  15. A/N: thanks to Jim for editing! "It’s not a big one, just a little speedboat, so we won’t be sleeping in it; but there’s a hotel not far from the lake that serves a decent breakfast. What do you think?" Eddie asked as he slowed down our shopping cart so I could place a gallon of milk into it. What did I think? I thought I was tired, and wanted to go back to bed. It was Tuesday morning, and Eddie had woken me up nice and early to go run errands with him. My guess was that he wanted
  16. Thanks to Jim for editing! I laid on Seth’s bed, facing him in the dark, my face turned downwards, buried against his chest and fabric-softener-scented t-shirt. I kept closing my eyes, wishing that I could just fall asleep as his fingers moved up the back of my shirt, rubbing gently at my lower back. Things were easier when I was asleep. I could think about nothing and still wake up with a hard-on. Being awake… right now, being awake was a problem because my mind just wouldn’t quit. Too many
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    Mom in a Box

    AN: Thanks to Jim for editing! I stared at the five items spread out over the coffee table, which Luke had removed from the box for me. I felt too afraid to touch them, which I understood was ridiculous, but true nonetheless. I hadn’t had any idea what to expect when I opened my birthday present, but I could honestly say that I hadn’t imagined what I did get. I guess in part, I’d thought it would be another letter, and maybe an item that had meant a lot to my mother. But, there was no letter.
  18. A/N: Thanks ti Jim for editing! "Hi." "Hi... Rory?" Good guess . "I didn’t know if you’d be working or not," I replied, as I sat on my bedroom floor, leaning back against the bed with the phone to my ear. "You said three o’clock." "I’m on my way there now," Seth replied. I glanced at the clock. That made sense. It was just past two forty-five. But it seemed much earlier in the day to me. Maybe that was because it was one o’clock before I woke up to Eddie asking me if I wante
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    In Company

    A/N: Thanks To Jim for editing! All day long, I’d been planning to meet Eddie when he got off work. I’d been thinking of it as a way to get out of the house. Only, I hadn’t been home all day, and it wasn’t like I didn’t have company. I didn’t need to meet Eddie the way I thought I did anymore. But, somewhere along the line, I began to realize that while I didn’t need to meet him, I sort of wanted to. In fact, I’d been looking forward to it. That surprised even me. It also surprised Eddie
  20. A/N Thanks to Jim for editing! Eddie’s office was downtown, right across from the courthouse. The small firm he worked for was on the fourth floor, while the rest of the building consisted of two competing real-estate agencies and a gym, which he happened to be a member of. Working for Eddie was definitely not the most thrilling experience of my life. The temp he’d hired was a seventy-year-old woman with a hearing problem, and she kept falling asleep at the front desk; but I guess it didn
  21. A/N: Thank you to Jim the editor for volunteering his time to sort through all of my mistakes to make this chapter more readable (better) it is appreciated "You’re in jail again." Seth frowned, and looked down at his thimble game-piece. "Your turn," he finally said. But, I didn’t make any move to roll the dice. I’d been sitting in his room for fifteen minutes, wondering why I was there. It wasn’t like he was giving me any of the information I wanted. "I think I should go home." Se
  22. A/N Thanks to Jim the editor for volunteering his time to sort through all of my mistakes. As always, his time and efforts are greatly appreciated. I don’t think I was ever actually going to hit him. I did think about it, though. It was tempting, as I started to close the distance between us while Aaron pulled his eyes from Eddie, focusing on me, probably feeling very stupid for even showing up. He’d feel even stupider, after I hit him, I thought. But, somewhere over the next few steps I took
  23. DomLuka

    Bowling

    A/N Thanks to Jim for editing! Luke was in a bad mood. He wasn’t yelling, or screaming. He wasn’t snapping at anyone. In fact, he was overly calm and precise with his words; but it was there. Something had crawled up his ass, died, and festered, because just sitting next to him downstairs as he flipped through channels, I could feel the tension. It wasn’t very pleasant. Seth had left an hour ago, and Luke’s current attitude was what I’d been greeted with after I took my shower. Of course,
  24. DomLuka

    Get Over It

    A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! "Hey, Rory," Aaron said, smiling as his eyes drifted over me in a way that was likely meant to be obvious. "Are you out of your fu..." "Hi, Gail!" Aaron said loudly, cutting me off and looking past me, at Seth’s little sister. He then had the nerve to flash me a warning look, and I hated him for it. He was the jerk. And he sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be pointing out that I was being one by raising my voice in front of a little girl. I looked at Gail,
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    Realization

    A/N: Thank you to Jim the editor for volunteering his time to sort through all of my mistakes to make this chapter more readable (better) it is appreciated. When I woke up on Wednesday, I figured that it was going to be boring. Wednesday, everyone was at work again, and this time, no Aaron. He surprised me by calling that morning, though. Usually I was the one who had to call him. I was actually surprised that he even still had the number. He asked me if there was any chance that I’d be at th
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