Water Under Bridge
By Carolina
super_carolina1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: None of the ER characters belong to me.

Author's Notes: This is what happens when Luka/Abby fans chat. This story is a product of a chat at the Luka/Abby club:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Luka-and-Abby

The Luka/Abby club, speculating about Luka and Abby's sex life since December, 2000.
Enter the fanfic.



"Abby?" Luka called out as he opened the door to the apartment. "Abby?" he called out again, getting no response. He put his keys down on the plate next to the door and checked the mail on his hands. Junk, junk, junk, bills, you're already a winner... he put them all on the table and immediately walked towards the bedroom. He opened the door carefully, and was a little relieved to see a bulge under the covers.

He walked closer, looking at Abby's sleepy face, facing her night table. He sat down on the floor, and just stared at her as she breathed slowly. Despite the lack of movements, she still had an angry expression on her face. He let out a sigh, knowing he shouldn't do anything that would make her even more pissed, but also knowing he couldn't possibly live another minute knowing she was mad at him, for something which was obviously so important to her.

He ran his fingers through the side of her face, and watched her frown a little. "Abby?" he whispered once, but Abby kept sleeping. "Abby," he whispered again.

Abby moaned almost inaudibly, and opened her eyes just barely to see Luka on the floor, looking at her. She turned around on the bed to give him her back.

"Abby," Luka pleaded.

"Go away," Abby moaned, covering her right ear with her arm.

Luka reached with his arm and tangled it around her waist, trying to pull her back, but Abby removed it away. "Come on, Abby."

"I said go away," Abby repeated firmly.

Luka stood up and sat on the little space on the bed she had left behind when she rolled away, and he looked down at her for a minute. "Come on, let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about," Abby said scornfully.

Luka bit his lip. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Things would be so much easier if they both weren't. He definitely felt like a small man, like a little man who was just crushed by the painful arm of disappointment. How could he have been so stupid?

"Abby," he breathed, expecting her to shut him up again, but she didn't even move, that was probably worse. "I, I'm sorry, I- I guess I just didn't think about it." He held his breath at that. Strike two.

Abby just shook her head from where she was, and decided to go to her safety net: sarcasm. "That makes it so much better, Luka."

Luka closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Abby, ok? I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

Abby uncovered herself and stood up finally. "You don't have to say anything, Luka. We never have to say anything."

Luka watched as she grabbed a towel and walked out of the room. "What's that supposed to mean?" he followed her into the bathroom.

"I think you know what that means," Abby said, turning on the faucet and walking out of the bathroom again.

"No, I don't know, why don't you explain?" Luka asked, feeling a little angry now himself.

Abby opened her closet, looking the insides of it, even thought she didn't have to. She could feel Luka's breath behind her, snaking its way around her neck like an ocean mist. She knew he was waiting for an answer and she knew it was driving him crazy. So she decided to let him suffer.

"Abby?" Luka asked, waiting impatiently.

She could detect a little anger in his voice, and why should he be angry? She should be the one going down to the shooting range and practicing on pictures of Luka. She should be the one with her hands resting on her hips, not him. But that was another one of Luka's games, he just loved messing with her head.

"Why are you making such a big deal about this?" Luka finally asked.

Abby turned around, staring at him for a moment in disbelief. "A big deal?" she said incredulously, watching the ignorance as it poured out of his every pore. Why do men have to be so fucking clueless?

Luke knew he was digging himself deeper into this shit, but he had learned that the only way to get Abby talking, was by tricking her. It would either have a positive outcome or he would end up sleeping on the couch for a week.

She was about to blurb something out but contained herself. Truth was that a part of her didn't want to resolve this. Part of her wanted to rub it all over his face. So she figured she might as well send him on a guilt trip. She knew what men hated the most about women: passive aggressiveness.

"Just forget about it, Luka. No harm done, you're forgiven, let's move on," she said and walked away again, going into the bathroom and turning the faucet off.

Luka felt like punching a wall at that. He hated when women did that. It would always remain a mystery, though. Women rarely said things straight out, and men did to too often. It's nature. But he decided to follow her. "Abby, if you're mad, just tell me."

"I'm not mad, Luka," Abby said as she walked out of the bathroom, and headed for the living room.

"Yes you are, just say it," Luka said exasperatedly, watching as she cleaned an already spotless room.

"I'm not mad, Luka. I'm... disappointed," she finally said.

Luka stopped there. Disappointment. That was worse than anger. Anger always fades away; disappointment leaves residues behind.

Abby finally shook her head and turned around. "Look, it's no big deal, ok? Men always forget anniversaries, I didn't expect you to be any different," she said with a hint of anger.

She walked back to the bedroom and Luka stood there for a moment. He really wasn't just another man, and he certainly didn't want to be just another man in Abby's life. He wasn't just a man, period.

He followed her again, feeling as though he was magnetically drawn to her at the moment. He found her doing the bed even though it was almost bedtime. But he figured that was keeping her sane. Just as she was about to fold a corner, he sat there, electing a growl from her. "Abby, I'm really sorry," he repeated.

"Don't be," Abby said unemotionally.

Luka decided to ignore that and instead of retaliating, just grabbed her hand and let his fingers play with hers; he was relieved that she let him, although she still had a reluctant look on her face. The battle continued.

"I should have remembered, I'm sorry," he said seriously.

Abby just kept looking away, wanting to talk but not wanting to appear weak, or like one of those women who were always complaining. So she gave him an unconvincing smile. "Maybe next time."

Luka put his hand on her lower back and made her sit on his lap. "Why are you disappointed?"

Abby just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"You don't know? Or you don't wanna tell me?" Luka asked, getting psychological, resting his chin on her upper arm and looking up at her.

"I don't wanna tell you," Abby said.

"Abby," Luka sighed.

Abby sighed as well. "I don't know, Luka. I guess I just thought that with you being so happy lately, maybe you'd remember, or be excited about it, and then everyone would see," she stopped there.

"See what?" Luka asked, rubbing her back with his fingers.

Abby closed her eyes and rolled them, she hated talking things out. She hated it more than anything in the world. "I don't know, see that maybe you care?" she finally said to see if he'd shut up.

"Abby, what does it matter what other people think?" Luka asked.

"Because," Abby said. "They're always saying things."

"What kinds of things?" Luka asked, not knowing himself he was the source of gossip at County.

"You don't wanna know," Abby said, looking down at her toes.

Luka breathed in and out. "I didn't think you cared about that."

Abby bit her lip, "Neither did I."

Luka now rested his forehead on her arm, thinking of this mess. Not a mess, really, more like... well, a disappointment. He put both his arms around her and looked up, nuzzling her neck. "I'm sorry, Abby. We can still make it to dinner if you want," he said, trying to gain some points.

"No, it's ok," Abby said. She still wanted to be mad at him, and she was, but it was not the last thing they would fight about and it wasn't the first. He did say he was sorry, but then again, so did Richard, too many times. 'Stop it, Abby,' she thought to herself. 'Richard is gone, there's no more Richard, he can't cheat on you anymore.'

They stayed in silence there for a moment. Luka knew Abby didn't give a damn about what other people thought, so why was this bothering her so much? She didn't even move, and he blinked hard. "I didn't think something like this would bother you so much. You're a strong woman."

Abby just let out a sigh, "I am a strong woman, Luka. But I'm still a woman."

Luka pulled his head back and looked up at her, and with his hand, he made her look at him. "Abby, six months ago you made me a happy man. Things kept happening but you are the reason why I didn't run away. I don't care about what other people think because I know how I feel and you should never doubt that," he said honestly.

Abby rested her forehead on his, and clung her hand to his neck. She nodded against him and he nodded back, and that actually made her chuckle.

Luka pulled her head closer and his lips touched hers briefly, and then after playing with them for a moment, he wrapped his mouth around hers, running his right hand through her leg and resting it on her hip. Abby let out a soft moan as Luka's tongue licked her lower lip, and then the upper, and then without knowing it, he was exploring every inch of her mouth. She let her tongue play with his tongue, and her hands with his chest, and could feel Luka growing with anticipation against the side of her thigh.

He had to stop kissing her to get some air, but that didn't stop him from nuzzling against her cheek. Hell, who needs to breath anyway. He took a hold of her hips and made her face him a little more, and he slowly kissed her jaw, and his lips moved from there to the side of her face, and they lingered against her neck for a while. He planted soft kisses on her collarbone, so soft that they made Abby let out a long, warm sigh. That would not do. He needed to hear her moan, he wanted to feel her moan. So he kissed the side of her neck, and sucked on her skin gently, feeling her throat's resonance against his lips. He worked his way up and found her mouth again, this time kissing her in a more animalistic way, almost as if he was trying to eat her alive.

With one swift motion, Luka laid her back on the bed, and moved on top of her. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, and for some reason they both laughed, until Abby pulled him closer again moaning against his mouth. With her free hand, she reached down, rubbing him against his pants.

"Abby," Luka sighed, jumping back from the wonderful feel of her touch. He heard her smirk, and he realized that they were on the foot of the bed, and the mattress was moving around. Still on top of her, he reached his arms around her and lifted her up to move both his body and hers to the top of her bed, making her rest her head on her soft pillows.

He kissed her again, and his klutzy fingers began to fumble with her blouse. It was taking too long, though, and that was time he could not waste. Without even thinking about it, his hands tightened against the fabric of her shirt and small white buttons flew everywhere.

"Luka!" Abby complained.

"I'll buy you a new one," Luka said in a strange voice.

Abby smiled, and her hands began to softly go up and down the inside of his thigh. Luka whispered something she couldn't understand against her neck, closing his eyes tight.

Something was terribly wrong, though. Abby was in her pants and bra, and he was fully clothed. But he opened his eyes when he realized Abby wasn't moving anymore. "What?" he asked.

Abby pretended to think for a moment. "I don't know, Luka. You forget about our 6 month anniversary and here you are about to get laid. That doesn't seem fair to me."

Luka grinned, but seriously hoped she was just kidding, because he already felt like if he didn't get any tonight, he'd seriously have a seizure. "So... how should I make this up to you?" he teased, but didn't wait for an answer. With one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra and Abby wondered just how Luka had become such a pro on bras. Most men couldn't work them if their lives depended on it. He slipped it off slowly and heard as it tumbled on the floor somewhere around the room. He sucked on her neck, feeling Abby's hands on his hair, and feeling her hips urging him in. But if Abby wanted payback, Abby would get payback.

He slowly moved down until his lips mountain climbed to the peek of her left breast. He sucked on the nipple gently, feeling it harden against his tongue. He traced the areola, once and twice, and once again, and he could feel Abby's heart pounding against her breast. His hands slipped down and his fingers undid the button of her pants. Without even taking them off, he reached his hand inside, and it made its way inside her panty until his fingers found what they were looking for. She was already wet and he found that delicious.

"Oh God, Luka," Abby moaned. She knew if he kept on like this, she wouldn't last long. But she reminded herself that the mind was a powerful element, so she convinced her organs to hold on for longer. Luka was now licking her right breast as his fingers worked wonders on her below.

"Luka please," she pleaded, but knew she had signed a contract with the devil. His fingers and tongue were circling two of the weakest parts of her body and she couldn't think of a better way for him to make it up to her. Then again, her brain was completely shut down.

Luka grinned and looked up at her face. She was so beautiful that it almost made him lose his breath, but he stopped what he was doing to move up and kiss her. He almost squeezed out all the juice inside of her mouth, but not forgetting about his initial plans. With a little help from Abby, he removed her pants, and her black underwear was gone with it. She was now fully naked, and, oh, so wonderfully inviting. He was very glad when she pulled his shirt out of his pants and undid his buttons. His shirt made another small pile on the floor, and he again began to plant small kisses down her body, stopping on each breast, and on her navel, until he reached what he knew would make Abby roll her eyes. But the night was young. Why rush?

His hands caressed her thighs, and he looked up briefly to see Abby holding on to one pillow tightly. He deposited little kisses on her most sensitive areas. He could hear Abby pleading some more, but he wouldn't budge. His tongue took a taste of that sweet nectar. She was so wet that he knew it wouldn't take him long, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. Still, his own pants were so compressed, he felt like they were about to explode at any moment. Abby was holding on to his hair, urging him in, and Luka decided to indulge her a little.

He wrapped his mouth over her clit, feeling it throb strongly. His left hand held her hand, and she was squeezing it so hard, he thought he'd lose a couple of fingers. But that was probably his right hand's fault, because he used his fingers to reach inside of her. Even for his fingers, she was tight, and for a moment he thought that was a wasted opportunity, but Abby's moans were just as pleasing.

Abby couldn't control her legs. This was probably the best feeling in the entire world. Not that they hadn't done it before, but Luka had never been so teasing. It was torturing, but that made it twice as exciting. This was something Richard never did. Of course, there's probably an ocean of differences between Luka and Richard.

She felt his finger playing with every single organ inside of her. She knew Luka had long fingers, but oh God, they never seemed so long. She couldn't believe she was still standing, and it seemed like Luka couldn't either, because he slid another finger into her.

That made Abby shudder, and Luka smiled against her. There was nothing more delicious than pleasing a lover. Of course being pleased is always good, but pleasing was better in an entirely different way. The fact that she was moaning so loudly made him feel like a man, a big man. He could feel her nearing her climax, could hear it and could also taste it. So he slipped in yet another finger as his tongue worked faster. Abby's hips paralyzed for a moment, and he let go of her to take a hold of them. One, two, three darts with his tongue over her, and he heard her cry out his name as she came, panting for air.

Luka pulled back and looked up at her, her eyes closed, her face pleased. He smiled and kissed his way up. Her abdomen, her navel, her ribs, one nipple, the other, her chest, her neck, her jaw, and her mouth.

For a moment Abby felt like Luka was doing CPR on her, but as soon as she came to, she felt that wonderful after feeling. Luka pulled back and she took that moment to take a deep breath, but he continued to nuzzle her neck. "You know," she panted, "I think that technically 6 months is in 15 minutes."

Luka chuckled, "Happy anniversary." He kissed her a few times. "Is my punishment over?"

"Maybe," Abby teased, feeling his erection against her, his pants moist. She rubbed her hips against his, knowing that every single movement was sending a bolt to his brain. She grinned and pulled his head closer, and her hands unbuckled his belt, and his pants were suddenly somewhere on the bed or the floor.

With a strength she didn't know she had, she flipped Luka over, taking control now. Luka smiled when he realized what was about to happen. This did not seem like punishment to him. But he had always found Abby to be a fair person.

She bit his right nipple softly, and Luka had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before he came all over his boxers. Not only was her tongue incredibly talented, but her short hair was tickling his stomach, making him shiver. Abby took her time, too much time, he thought. His nipples almost hurt as they became hard, and the room was suddenly too cold. But he knew in a couple of minutes it would be too hot. She was now sucking on his stomach, and without a warning, her hand caressed him over his boxers, her touch almost feather like. Luka moaned loudly at that, wishing there wasn't a piece of fabric separating them.

God! What is taking so long! He opened his eyes to look down and see Abby sucking on his stomach, and along the line of his boxers. He reached with his hands to remove them, but Abby's hand stopped his. "Not so fast, mister," she said in a cynical tone, and Luka suddenly realized this was his punishment. He had never been so sorry to have forgotten an anniversary in his entire life. He could take the Chinese Water Torture; they could strap horses to his legs and feet and send them running to different directions; they could smash each one of his toes... but this was too much.

But he tried to remind himself that in the end, it would be good. In anyway, he prayed that Abby would feel sorry for him. She was now working her way down the sides of his crotch. Damn the person who invented underwear.

"Abby," he pleaded, but Abby didn't even respond to that. With one hand, she reached up his boxers, playing and stroking his balls. She felt his whole body tremble. Serves him right for being so forgetful. Next think he'll think twice. Or then again, maybe he wouldn't.

Finally, she worked her way up and kissed his lips hungrily as she removed his boxers with her hands and feet. Luka reached her buttocks with his hands and pulled her closer instinctively but that wasn't enough, so he tried to flip her over.

"Nuh-uh," Abby teased and stayed on top. She kissed his neck and felt that heat emanating from his below against her own. She reached with her hand and took a hold of him, running her fingers up and down his length. Luka reciprocated by pulling her closer, but Abby quickly slipped away from his grasp and lowered herself on the bed again.

She kissed one thigh gently, and then the other one as her hand rubbed him gently. Her mouth moved up a little, but not enough, and sucked on the side of his hip. But she decided to stop with the games, it wasn't fun anymore and it was driving Luka crazy. She held his erection with her hand and kissed the tip, hearing as Luka let out a sigh. Her tongue finally encircled it, going up and down, left and right, her hand caressing the insides of his thigh. She finally took him in fully, but too slowly. She could hear Luka moaning and it was like music to her ears.

Luka ached his head back. This feeling was great, but what he wanted right now was to be inside of Abby. He wanted to pin her to the bed and be the one in command. Chauvinistic as it was, he was the man, he wanted to be the one doing all the work, although having the work done to him was exquisite. But Abby was having a little too much fun with this. It was cruel, actually. But suddenly she began working faster, and his fingers had to tangle themselves on her hair or he'd have to punch a wall. Even inside her mouth her tongue kept licking him up and down, and he could feel his orgasm nearing.

Abby could feel it too. She softly caressed his butt, and his thighs as her mouth and tongue worked on him. It was a matter of seconds now. She had to remove Luka's hand from her hair before he pulled all her hairs away, and just as his whole body began to tremble, Abby stopped.

"Abby! Jesus Christ!" Luka exclaimed, looking down at her.

"I think we should get a little break, I'm a little hungry," Abby said sneakily and left the room.

"Shit, Abby!" Luka yelled through gasps, and could only look at her through blurry eyes. He dropped his head and let out a sigh, still fully erect. He was definitely not messing with Abby again.

She came back with a bowl. "Fruit?" She sat on the bed, and fed him a grape.

Luka ate and swallowed quickly, "This is not the kind of dinner I had in mind," he said rubbing her back, trying to get her back into bed.

Abby put the bowl of fruit on the night stand. "Fruit is good for you, Luka. Lots of vitamins," she said casually.

"I don't care about health," Luka said quickly

Abby looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

"I think I learned my lesson," Luka added.

"Good," Abby said, opening a drawer and retrieving a condom. "And because I'm such a nice person, I'm going to put this on and call it even. But next time..."

"Next time I'll take you around the world," Luka finished off, staring at the condom as if it was a pot of gold.

Abby smiled and peeled the package off, and Luka pulled her body down. She put the condom on him, making him moan slightly. She ran her hands through his back and he kissed her again, pulling her close by her neck, even though it was impossible to get any closer. He traced the sides of her body until he reached her thigh and raised it slightly. He pushed her hip down, making her lay down on her back, and he rolled on top of her. He bit her lower lip, and his hand played with her nipple. Abby parted her legs and Luka finally pulled himself inside of her slowly, inch by inch.

He began thrusting slowly. Abby would never know if it was an European thing, but she found it that sex with Luka was probably the best she ever had. She knew she shouldn't contrast and compare, but how could she not? What she remembered of having sex with Richard, he was in and out of her in less than a minute, and then he would fall asleep way on the other side of the bed.

Sex with Luka was nothing like that. He liked to give everything that he had. Each one of his thrusts was like the last one. It wasn't forced, but he liked to take his time, and he kissed her neck, face, and mouth as he did so. His voice even changed. It became even more hoarse, and she loved hearing it whisper her name to her ear.

She also found it that she responded differently. With Richard she moved instinctively. With Luka she gave all she had. She touched, she sucked, she kissed, she rocked, she grabbed. It was like going to a salad bar. There was always something new.

She grabbed his buttocks, trying to pull him even closer. She couldn't believe how deep into her he was, pushing himself in and out with grace and kissing her neck and lips. If she didn't have that bad habit of biting her nails, Luka's back would look like ground meat.

Luka let out a loud grunt, holding Abby's thigh in place with his hand. He didn't think he'd last this long, given what had happened earlier, not that he was complaining. Abby's hands were searching all over his body, stroking his buttocks and rubbing his nipples.

Then the beginning of the end started, the part in which there's blood racing all over their bodies and their climaxes neared. Luka held on to Abby's hips tightly as he trusted in and out faster and faster. Abby was moaning with every pump and so was he, and she suddenly dug her short nails into his back. It didn't take Luka long to follow after that, and he sucked on to the side of her neck to make his cry less audible.

For a moment he laid there on top of her, trying to catch his breath and feeling that delicious exhaustion. He finally pulled himself out of her slowly, making Abby moan once more. She rested her head on his upper arm, feeling bruised between her legs.

Luka looked at her and smiled a triumphant smile. He looked at the clock 6:45, although it felt like 2 am. He grabbed Abby's waist and pulled her closer. "We can still make it to dinner," he said.

Abby breathed in and out, feeling too tired to talk, but slowly regaining her energy. Despite the satisfaction she felt on her body, her stomach was beginning to growl, and she could feel Luka's as well. "I'm not dressing up," she moaned. "Call for a pizza."

Luka was pleased with that command, because there was no way he was dressing up either. He planted a kiss on her head and stood up, walking out of the room naked. He peeked his head to make sure the blinds were closed and found the pizzeria's number on a magnet on the refrigerator. He walked back into the room and laid down next to Abby again.

"What do you want?" he asked as he waited.

"3 cheese," Abby said without opening her eyes.

"Yes. Can I have a half 3 cheese, half supreme large pizza?" Luka ordered, giving the man on the other line the address and phone number. He hung up and looked at Abby, who was fully awake now.

"Need help getting out of bed?" he teased.

Abby gave him an incredulous but playful look, "You're not that good, Luka."

"No?"

"No," Abby said.

Luka cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, surprised he was even conscious after sex. Abby's hands worked their magic again and he was beginning to feel the blood rush around his body. 30 minutes or less, or it's free. He didn't know just how much they could do in 30 minutes.

But then again, the night was young.

The End- I have to go to confession now.