Author: Court PM
Samka - first date; Set in Season 10, between the episodes 10.14 Impulse Control and 10.15 Blood Relations a.k.a. the starting month of Sam and Luka's relationship that wasn't shown, and kept a secret from Alex.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 2,166 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Published: 09-28-04 - id: 2074973
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TITLE: Welcomed Punishment
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My next story is currently in the works, and will be rated PG-13. That's all the info I'm giving out so far, lol. If all goes well, I should have it up within the next week or so. We'll see...
RATING: R (sexual content)
SUMMARY/GI: Samka - first date; Set in Season 10, between the episodes 10.14 Impulse Control and 10.15 Blood Relations a.k.a. the starting month of Sam and Luka's relationship that wasn't shown, and kept a secret from Alex. This one's a bit different from TRS as there's no drama this time around. Just some fun stuff for the pair. :) It's very short and completed.
THANKS: To all those on this site that reviewed my only other ER story thus far - "The Red Strokes": Jonnu, thirdcharm, RocketBooster, Liz, riotfish and Migos. I appreciate the lovely comments, as well as the helpful suggestions. Thanks so much for r/r...I do hope you'll enjoy this one as well.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine.
float gently down from the moonlit sky, some merging with those
previously fallen, creating an icy blanket of white over the city,
while others get caught in the wind's dance, vastly glazing the windows
allowing a peak inside a little Italian restaurant. Tiny flames flicker
within the crystal, amber colored candleholders acting as the
centerpieces of each table, linking to form a faint lighting of the
area. The soft glow highlights the calm, cozy atmosphere of the room,
revealing a perfect setting for romance and relaxation...the perfect
setting for a first date. Tonight was just that for Luka Kovac and
Samantha Taggart: their first official date.
Originally, Luka had planned on inviting Sam over to his apartment for dinner, but common sense told him that probably wasn't the best idea: they lost control way too easily. By now, they'd be unclothed and entwined together at any various area of his home, that he had no doubt of. Especially since today was the first time they'd seen each other in three days, not to mention the fact that Sam had chosen to tease him endlessly since she arrived in the ER an hour after him that morning. They'd managed a brief make-out session in one of the closets after lunch, but before things could go too far, a med student had the door open and Luka was shoved into the opposite wall, a mountain of scrubs raining down on him on impact.
The memory brings a tiny, secret smile to Luka's lips, as he finds the rare happiness he'd lacked for so many years in recalling it, his entire being enveloped in feelings and sensations that he only experienced with Sam. Looking across the table at her now, he can still hear the bubbly giggles she'd released in witnessing his tall form being transformed into some kind of clothes rack, then again as she'd helped him to peel the layers of blue and green off his body and put them back in their rightful place atop the shelf. Sam brought genuine joy and fun to his life. More importantly, she gave him a reason to want to start over. She made him believe that was possible.
"Do I have sauce on my face or something?"
"What?" Luka mutters. Observing her raised eyebrow, he quickly checks himself, clearing his throat before giving her an answer. "Um, no. Why?"
"Well, it's just that you've been staring at me with that goofy expression on your face for the past five minutes," Sam informs him with a grin, twisting her fork into her pasta. Raising the bite to her lips, she throws out another question. "What were you thinking about?"
Momentarily admiring her over the rim of his wine glass, he says, "Today...the closet..."
Rewarding his admission with a soft laugh, she takes a sip from her own glass. "Ah...and uh, were you thinking about what happened inside or the little threat you issued me after we got out?"
"Wasn't much of a threat, I suppose. You seemed to rather enjoy it," Luka concludes with a smirk, delighting in the wave of seduction that seems to instantly sweep over her features.
"It's kind of hard to take a threat seriously when the disher is an extremely sexy Croatian doctor that nips your ear while he says it and smacks your ass before he walks off," Sam insists, mischievously slipping her shoe off underneath the table. "If that's the punishment I get for forcing you to get plowed by a bundle of scrubs, I just might have to make it part of my daily routine."
Shaking his head at her comment, Luka doesn't attempt to hide his satisfaction. A devilish twinkle flashes in her eyes, leading him to believe she's planning something. Just when he decides to call her out on whatever it is that she's up to, a warm, smooth object finds its way beneath the right leg of his pants. Jolting back slightly in reaction, Luka instantly catches the bewitching smile curved so invitingly upon her lips. Helpless to do anything to stop her, tormented by the mixture of wanting her to continue and needing her to stop, he takes a gulp of his wine, the heat of the liquor having nothing on that which is rising within him as her foot lazily caresses his leg.
Anyone that looked over at them would think Sam innocent as she quietly finishes off what's left of her meal...sitting there in her little chocolate brown dress, scooped neckline daring, but not as much as some of the others in the room...blonde curls smoothed and straightened, twisted up and pinned at the back of her head, a few wisps here and there, giving her the appearance of the graceful beauty she is both inside and out. Luka had never seen her look this way, and while it was delectable to his eye, he found it very distracting and a bit too harsh on his sex-deprived senses.
Overwhelmed by the sudden urge to rush his mouth over the exposed skin above her bodice, Luka grabs the only remaining slice of garlic bread from the basket and stuffs a large chunk of it into his mouth, tacitly begging for the ability to hear and focus on the music of the piano man playing nearby. It's no use, though. Not when Sam's foot has switched gears, now trying to relieve him of his own shoe, enticing him to take his own active role in her game of 'footsie'. Luka doesn't decline, but before he can join in, their waitress appears at the side of their table, reciting a list of the desserts on the menu.
"No, thank you," Luka replies shortly, extending his hand for the check.
"Anything for you, Ma'am?" the girl asks, turning her attention to Sam.
Pretending to be interested, Sam toys with one of her gold hoop earrings, keeping her eyes on the waitress. "You have Strawberry Cheesecake?"
"Hmmm," she sighs, laughing inside at the look Luka's shooting her. "I probably shouldn't. I'm pretty full. But thank you."
With a nod, she takes the check from Luka, promising to be back shortly with their change. When Luka insists that it's not necessary, she opens her mouth to object, but he waves her off with a smile. It was more than obvious that he was ready to leave, and had been for quite some time now. Alas, Sam couldn't resist a tease. Seconds later, she finds herself pulled out of her chair, her hand clasped firmly in Luka's, being dragged away, headed toward the exit. Wobbling with each step, Sam giggles.
"Luka! Wait! My shoe!"