miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-02-05 09:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, » by: nukefan21 |
Original poster: nukefan21
Is Love enough? chap 4 by Rhardin
Luke is taking steps that will forever change his life. But is this what he really wants. Warnings Cross dressing and transgenderism
Characters: Noah, Luke, Warrick (OMC), Maddie
- Genres: AU, drama
- Rating: NC17 -
Comments are welcome
I can’t sleep. Everyone else in the house is sleeping right now. So, I do the
next best thing I can think of; relaxing. I’m going to do my face and nails. I
get out of bed and pull on my robe and walk into the bathroom. I get out few
bottles of products to start my facial. I cover my face with a green mask and
let it dry. I get my nail kit and head downstairs. I turn on the radio and lay
back, going to work on my nails. They are short right now, but I am trying to
grow them out. I used to bite my nails all the time, but I have stopped. I open
the bottle and ran the brush over each nail. I chose a light pink color.
Something to bring them up just enough. I hold my hands up and inspect my work.
I add another coat and lay back and wait for them and the mask to dry. I glance
down at my toes and lift my foot up close. I pick up the bottle and go to work
on them next.
“Do you have to do that in here?” I hear.
I jump a bit and turn, seeing Vinnie. “Shit, you made me mess up,” I say,
looking at the polish that is now covering half my little toe.
“Sorry, but I didn’t expect to see you looking like that,” he says, yawning.
“Why are you up?” I ask remove the unwanted paint.
“Had to pee, and I heard you in here, so I wanted to give you crap,” he says,
walking over to me. “Oh, you missed one,” he says.
I lift my foot up and look.
“Ha Ha, made you look!” He says, sitting down. “So, are you ok?” He asks.
“Yeah. I really don’t want to talk about it. I’m in relax mode. Can’t you tell?”
I ask.
“I see that, but I was worried about you,” he says.
“I just…. I know she means well, but she said some really hurtful things to me,”
I say, sitting up. I put my hand on my face and quickly pull them off.
“That shit is nasty. I don’t see why you ladies do that,” he says.
“It’s refreshing and cleans the pores,” I say, smiling.
“So does a bar of soap,” he says.
“Oh, no, that dries your face out,” I say.
“Well, I’m going back to bed. You should try and sleep, too,” he says. “I’ll
cook you an amazing dinner.”
I nod my head and smile. He walks out of the room and I lay back down. I turn
the radio up just a bit as James Blunt comes on and I close my eyes.
“Shit,” I say, hearing the phone ring. I get up and walk over to get it.
“Hello?” I say.
“Hey, Gin, what’s up?” It‘s Noah.
I smile and pull my robe closer, as if he can see me through the phone. My face
still covered in dried mask.
“Not much,” I say.
“I had a feeling you’d be up.”
“Sleep is not one of my best friends,” I say, walking over to the couch. I run
my hands through my hair a few times.
“So, you got plans for lunch?” He asks.
“No, not really,” I say.
“Good, I’ll pick you up in an hour. Wear something comfortable, and wear socks,
too,” he says.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“Comfortable and socks,” he says and hangs up the phone. I stand up and walk
into my room.
“What in the world is he up to?” I ask myself. I remove a pair of shorts. I hold
them up to myself and put them back. I get out a pair of jeans and find a pink
turtleneck tank top. I go in the bathroom and wash my face off, then head into
the shower. I take a quick one, shaving and washing as fast as I can.
“Are you going somewhere?” I hear.
‘Shit!’ I think, hearing Maddie’s voice.
“Yeah, I’m going out,” I say, turning off the water.
“Gin, you and I need to talk,” she says, walking into the bathroom. “What is
that?” She asks, pointing at the towel over the mirror.
I grab it and wrap it around myself, heading into my room. “I think we talked
enough last night,” I say, drying myself off.
“Gin, you aren’t going out with him again, are you?” She asks.
“Yes, I am!” I snap. “Now, get out of my room, so I can get dressed!” I am so
mad at her, I have to do my best push her out of my room.
“Gin, come on, your being silly,” she says.
I look at her and point to the door.
“Gin, come on,” she says.
“I have to get ready. He’s going to be here in an hour,” I say. ‘Less them that,
now,’ I think inwardly.
“Why? You don’t want him to see you are Luke, right?” She says. “Right now, all
you are is a man in women’s clothing. You don‘t want him to see you like that,
do you?”
I walk forward and grab her arm, pushing her towards my door. “Get out!” I yell.
“Luke, stop it,” she says. I push her even harder, and once she’s out, I slam
the door.
“Fucking bitch!” I scream. I grab a bottle of perfume and throw it at the door.
“Luke, stop right now!” She yells.
I cover my ears and lower myself to the ground.
“Maddie, what in God’s name are you doing?” I hear.
“I’m just making a point to him,” she says. I just don’t understand why she is
doing this to me. She is the one that told me to get out more and try to make
new friends. I did that, and now she’s pulling this on me. I don’t need this
right now.
I hear them fighting now. I can’t understand what they are saying. I am shaking
all over now. I slowly pull myself up and walk over to the mirror. I touch the
reflection. I look down and close my eyes. I hate what I see. Tears fill my eyes
as I ball up my fist and slam my hand down on the mirror. The glass cracks into
a million tiny pieces. I turn away from it and sit down on my bed. I grab my
hair and lower myself down.
I don’t hear anything anymore. I lift myself up. I look at the clock. Shit! He’s
going to be here any minute, now. I jump up and grab my clothes and put them on.
I run into the bathroom and go to work on my hair. I should call him and cancel.
I’m on the verge of tears right now and I really shouldn’t try to go out, but I
keep on going. I put on my makeup and pick out a pair of earrings. I add a
necklace and a ring and stand back, looking at myself. I adjust my bra and my
gaff. I run my hands through my hair once more and go back into my room. I pick
up my shoes and socks and head downstairs.
Vinnie is sitting on the couch.
“Where is she?” I ask, sitting down next to him.
“Shopping,” he says, rubbing is head. “She shouldn’t have said those things to
you.”
I look at him and force a smile. He nods, getting the hint. ."
“So, do I get to meet this wonderful man?” He asks.
The doorbell rings.
“You can get it,” I say as I put on my socks. He smiles and stands up, heading
for the door. I hear him open the door.
“Oh, flowers for me?” I hear him say.
“Yeah, sure,” I hear Noah say. Vinnie walks into the room, holding the floors.
“Look what your new friend go me,” he says, smelling them. It’s twelve pink
roses. Pink is my favorite color. He hands me the flowers and turns to Noah.
“Hi, I’m Vinnie, Ginger’s brother,” he says.
“I’m Noah. Nice to meet you,” he says. I take in a deep breath, letting the
scent of the flowers fill me.
“So, I hear you a great chef,” Noah says.
Vinnie smiles. “Yeah, I try to cook a bit,” he says. “You should come by for
dinner. I’m making shrimp,” he says.
Noah looks at me and I nod my head. “I’d love to,” he says, walking over to me.
He takes my free hand and kisses it. I swear, I get a chill when he does that.
“You look amazing,” he says.
“Thanks. So, would you like to give me a clue on what we are doing?” I ask.
“Nope, it’s a surprise,” he says.
“Have fun,” Vinnie says. I hand him the flowers. “See? I knew these were for
me,” he says.
“Could you put them in water?” I ask as Noah takes my hand.
“Oh, fine,” he says, pouting.
I smile at him and follow Noah outside.
“Are you ok?” Noah asks as he opens the car door for me. I get in and don’t
answer him. He gets in the other side and again looks at me.
“I’m ok,” I finally say.
He nods and starts the car.
“I got into a fight with Maddie and she said some really hurtful things,” I say,
closing my eyes.
“Is it about me?” He asks.
I nod my head.
“She doesn’t think I should be seeing you,” I say.
He nods and things are getting way too serious in here. I look away from him and
wipe my face. I do not want to cry in front of him, but I’m losing the battle.
He reaches over and wipes away one of my tears, then takes my hand.
“When you are ready, we can talk,” he says. “Until then, let’s just have some
fun.”
I swallow hard and look down. I look at him and I get that sexy smile. I can’t
help but smile back.
“Roller-skating,” he says.
“What?” I ask.
“We are going roller-skating.”
“Are you kidding me? I haven’t done that in years,” I say.
He smiles again and I know he’s not kidding. We pull up to the rink.
“Wow, this is crazy,” I say as he parks the car. He gets out and walks over my
door and opens it for me. He takes my hand and we walk inside.
“Don’t worry, it’s grown-ups only,” he says.
“I didn’t even know they had a time for that,” I say as we walk in. It was like
stepping back into the fifties, or something. We get our skates and sit down at
a table.
“Want anything to eat or drink?” He asks.
“A coke,” I say as I undo my shoes. He walks away and I want to smack myself for
crying in front of him, but he, as always, stayed true to from and is a complete
gentlemen. He returns with a two cokes and a tub of popcorn. I go to work on my
skates. I forgot how long the laces were and how tight you had to tie them.
“Are you ready?” He asks, standing up.
“No,” I say, slowly getting up. I lose my balance and fall back to my seat.
“Just like riding a bike, you never forget,” he says, helping me back up.
“I never rode a bike,” I say.
“What? You’re kidding me!” He says, and now I fear the next time he comes over,
he’ll have two bikes with him.
“No, I was into other stuff,” I say. Like playing dolls, doing hair, cooking,
but I keep that list to myself. I take a few steps and, again, almost fall. He
catches me and keeps me on my feet.
“This is going to be a long day,” I say as I trip and pull us both down to the
ground.
“I could get a pillow and we could tie it to your butt,” he says, standing up.
He brushes himself off and as I get to my feet. I soon have this new skill
somewhat mastered and am skating around the rink slowly without falling. I’m
sure I’ll have a few bruises on my legs and ass. He seems very good and is even
skating backwards, so he can talk to me.
“Show off!” I say.
He just smiles and does a little spin. We head back over to the table and I
quickly kill off my drink. I stand up.
“I’ll get you another one. It may not make it back in one piece,” he says.
“Ha ha,” I say, getting a handful of popcorn. I wipe a bit of sweat off my
forehead. He returns with two more drinks and a couple of hotdogs. I try not to
make a face at them, but he notices.
“You don’t eat much, do you?” He asks.
I get a bit more popcorn and shake my head. It’s one of those rare side-effects
of the pills I take. It kills my appetite, but I’m not about to stop taking
them.
“I’m a picky eater,” I say. “Just saving room for Vinnie’s shrimp,” I add.
“So, do I really get to stay for dinner?” He asks.
I look up at him. “Vinnie would be crushed if you didn’t,” I say.
“What about you?” He asks.
“I’d like you to stay, too,” I say. “So, tell me about yourself.”
“Well, I was born in Texas. I have a big family; six sisters and a brother,” he
says. “I moved here to start my bar.”
“Wow,” I say.
He smiles. “I went to college for a while, but it just wasn’t my thing. I
learned enough to run my business. What about you? What brought you here?”
“They have some really good doctors here,” I say.
He nods.
“And I wanted the best,” I say. I start to play with the straw in my drink.
“So, do you have a job?” He asks.
“No, not right now,” I say. “I used to network computers.”
“Now, that sounds fun,” he says, making a face.
“It’s not, but it pays well,” I say.
“Are you going back soon?” He asks.
I shake my head. “No, not for at least a year, or more,” I say, sensing he’s
fishing for something a bit deeper. I know I’m going to have to talk to him,
tell him everything, what my plans are, what steps I’m going to take, and the
sooner the better. There’s no sense in falling for someone that isn’t going to
support what I’m doing. I know he knows a little bit, but he could just think
I’m a guy that likes to dress in drag, not someone that is planning on changing
everything God gave him. I’ll have to tell him before I get my breast work done,
and that is in thirteen days.
We look at each other and I look over at the rink.
“We’ve got about half an hour left,” he says.
“So, let’s go,” I say, standing up. We got back on and things are going well,
until they say change directions. At first, I think it’s no big deal. Yeah
right. He’s pulled me up for the third time and I finally give in and sit down.
“I can’t take anymore of this,” I say, rubbing my butt. “That’s going to leave a
mark.”
He smiles and helps me take my skates off. He hands me my shoes and I put them
on. I take a step and almost fall. My legs fell like Jell-O. He’s trying his
best not to laugh at me. We return our skates and walk out to the car.
“We were in there for five hours!” I say, checking my phone. I turned it to off.
I have four voices message. All form Maddie. Noah opens the door for me and I
get in. I lean back and hope she’s not home. I don’t want to deal with her right
now. I’m half temped to ask Noah to take us somewhere else. If it weren’t for
Vinnie, I would have.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” he says.
I nod as he takes my hand.