16Author's note: Something totally random about my favorite couple (but they're probably sooo out of character even though I tried to explain that)! Late night convos fun. Lots of sexual innuendo. I was tired of the Grace that was afraid to be girly and the Luke unable to heat up the conversations, stuttering and worried that Grace was going to run away.
A/N2: This is the M rated version of my story, although nothing M-rated happens in this chapter.
A shrill ringing of the phone on my nightstand startled me from my reading. Groaning, I rolled over to the other side of the bed and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Grace. What's up?"
"Geek? Since when have you called me this late?"
"It's only nine."
"Yeah, and?"
"Do you want me to hang up then and wait till tomorrow to talk to you?" I rolled my eyes at his statement, although I knew he couldn't see me. "Are you rolling your eyes?"
"No! Of course not."
"I know you are!"
"Oh really? And how is that?"
"Because I know you so well." I bit my lip. "The silence tells me I'm right. And I bet you're even biting your lips."
"I deny that. And stop acting like a stalker watching my every move," I demanded, realizing afterward that the two statements contradicted each other. He really did have my habits down pat. "Can we move on to some more civilized subject of conversation?"
"Fine. How was school?"
"I said civilized, but what the hell. Mr. Price busted my ass for lingering in the halls to long." After a pause, I said, "Why weren't you there?"
"I wasn't feeling well today."
"That sucks."
A moment of silence passed.
"You sound upset," he said.
"I'm not," was my quick reply.
"Uh huh. Sure. Like I believe that." Another moment of silence passed. "Tell me what's wrong."
"There's nothing wrong. Can we move on from this? Please?"
"Okay... but if there was something, you would tell me... right?" The unsureness in his voice made my heart melt just a little.
"Yeah. I promise. So how was your day?"
He laughed. "Boring. I was stuck on the sofa all day eating chicken noodle soup and watching old reruns of Gilligan's Island. I feel better though, so tomorrow you can still come over to watch movies all day. I don't think anyone will be home to bother us. Joan's working at the bookstore. Dad has some case stuff to finish up and I think Mom and Lily are going out somewhere."
"Is that some sort of subtle hint you want us to do something?"
"No! Well, unless you want to... no wait... you probably wouldn't...um..."
"Geek, I'm teasing you. Don't get your panties all in a bunch." I hoped that I wasn't going too far with that remark. The emasculating female- and it wasn't at all my real mood. "But you know... if you're lucky something COULD happen..."
If I had been with him at that moment, I bet his face would have turned a few different shades. He would have looked at me with those blue eyes wide with surprise. A slow, silly grin would have gone on his face. He might have leaned forward, every intention to kiss me with his soft lips...
"Grace? Are you listening?"
"Huh? Sorry... I was zoned out."
He laughed. "I wonder what you were thinking about."
"You don't wanna know," I muttered, but laughed a little.
"Come on, you know you want to tell me."
I grinned at this. In person, the geek was such a shy person, even with me, not really making propositions. But on the phone, he was completely different, flirty a little.
I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't guess that I was doing that again. Instead of telling him my real thoughts I said something else. "Fine. I was thinking of how you made me wait outside the biology closet for 5 minutes. You're the one with the key. That's how I got in trouble with Price."
"Sorry. I tried calling you this morning, but you had already left." Regret shone in his voice and I felt bad that I had put it there.
"It's no biggie. I was due for a bug-the-hell-out-of-Price."
Luke chuckled. "You have to keep up your bad-ass rebel image. I get it. Just cause you've got me, doesn't mean you have to change. Plus, I find it kind of sexy, the whole Bad Girl thing you have going on."
My jaw dropped. What the hell? "Um... are you okay? You so don't sound like yourself."
"I can say what I want because you're not near enough to actually do me harm. The worst you can do is hang up the phone, in response to which I will call back, as many times as I have to."
I had to laugh at that. "Fine. But are you sure your mom didn't slip you just a little too much medicine there? Or have you caught your sister's let's-jump-into-things syndrome?"
"I donno... maybe. I don't think I'm turning into Joan. Maybe I'm high on medicine. I guess we'll never know"
I laughed and shook my head.
Luke wasn't like himself tonight, yet I found the new him...almost cute in a weird and probably perverted way. But the explanation about me not being able to do anything to him- at the moment anyway - was true, unless I went to his house now. It was already 9:30 though, on a Friday night, and I was tired. And in my comfy pajamas. And all warm in my bed. No way was I going to move. Not for anything. Except the promise of a good make-out and maybe something more...
"Grace? Hello! Earth to Miss Polk!"
"Huh? Sorry. I zoned out again." I could feel my face flush slightly, even though I knew he couldn't see me.
I heard his low chuckled. "Maybe I should come over there to make sure you only pay attention to me."
"Why don't you then?" I was matching his flirtiness with some of my own, a trait I never knew I possessed.
"Are your parents home?"
"Nope. They're at the synagogue, preparing for services tomorrow. I'm here all by my lonesome. Whatever shall I do by myself?"
"Whoever said you were going to be alone?"
"So you do plan on visiting? Who knows what you might find."
"I think I'll find a girl in bed, waiting for her lover to come play with her."
"Excuse me?" There was a moment of pure heat that rushed through my body at how husky his voice had gone.
"That's right. You heard me. I wanna come over to play."
Suddenly, images of Luke, preferable nearly naked, in my room, doing...things, preferably sexual things... to me danced in my mind. It was a Friday night, and I was tired. And in my comfy pajamas. And all warm in my bed-.
I bit my lip.
Whoever the geek had been replaced with, I was liking them. Not that I would immediately tell someone about it. Never before in my life had Luke propositioned me. He might have thought that if he did, I'd beat the living daylight out of him. And thinking about it, I might have.
But this was different.
We were on the phone, on opposite ends of town, and I had let all my walls down, thinking that no one would be in contact with me this night. It was a curious thing about being on the phone: I was communicating, but at the same time I could tell myself that I was alone and could release a few inhibitions. My feminine side was shining through, but somehow it didn't seem to bother me. Why couldn't I have some fun for once? This was one of the perks of having a boyfriend: you could do stuff and not feel like a whore.
"Well then come over. We can have some fun. I'll leave the window unlocked." Actually with my parents gone he could just as easily walk in the front door, but that wouldn't be nearly as sexy.
"Are you serious?"
"Well aren't you?" I was toying with him. He knew it and so did I. But I was into this game he had started and I wanted to see how far we'd go before one of us had to back down. I didn't plan on it being me.
"If you are, then so am I."
"Okay then."
A silence settled between us. "When do you plan on showing up?"
"How do you know I'm not already leaving?"
"You would have hung up the phone by now."
Silence. "Good point. I guess watching too much TV had fried my brain, along with the medicine."
I laughed. "I think watching Gilligan's Island all day has made you as stupid as Gilligan."
"I believe that. After watching all day, I started to actually believe they were going to get rescued that time."
I laughed. "So you're not going to come over and "play" then? Here I was, all ready for some dirty fun..."
"Why don't you come over here to get it?"
"Are your parents home?"
"Good point. I'll be there in an hour."
Before I could retort, he said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Author's note: There will be more. I plan (attempt) to write another chapter very soon. Promise. Review. Please.
A/N2: The next chapter will have some dirtiness for all of you.