Will She Pick Me? (Ravenchild and Elina)
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				Title: <strong>Will She Pick Me? (Ravenchild and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 05:25:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6UaMTyxI03k/TMhXkuIdhXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fdXFNUx29l4/s1600/Ashley-Judd_0.jpg)</div>Claire Walker looked at her husband.&nbsp; "You're excited, aren't you," she said, a smile on her face.&nbsp; When he only looked at her, she walked to him, kissing him softly.&nbsp; "I'm happy he's finally coming home, too."&nbsp; Luke pressed his wife against the wall, kissing her back.&nbsp; He deepened the kiss and then trailed his lips down to her throat, sighing as her hands came up.&nbsp; "Stop that!&nbsp; He'll be here any minute."&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(http://static.lookbooks.com/files/profile_media/4aa9f966-3f88-45d3-8789-3c264b7db902/lg_4aa9fa71-b7ec-4ec4-8d2f-41364b7db902_1252653681_111479.jpg)</div><br><br><em>He</em> was Richard Greggory, the professional football player who had recently been forced into retirement because of a knee injury.&nbsp; <em>He </em>was her husband's best friend, the person in the world that Luke loved most after her.&nbsp; They had watched, along with the rest of the country, when he'd gone down in that last game he'd played in.&nbsp; Before the end of the time out, Luke had already been on the phone trying to figure out what was happening.&nbsp; And now, Rick was coming to stay with them while he underwent physical therapy to recover.&nbsp; He'd never be able to play pro ball again, but he <em>would</em> be whole.<br><br>She ran through the mental list of things she'd been doing to prepare the house for him.&nbsp; Fortunately, the house was easily large enough to accommodate the three of them.&nbsp; She'd set up the guest room for Richard, and the nice thing was that he would have his own bathroom.&nbsp; Complete privacy if he wanted it.&nbsp; And she and Luke shared the master bedroom, right next door, so if he needed anything, all he had to do was shout.&nbsp; Heck, their bedroom was on the way to his.&nbsp; The convenience ended up being perfect.<br><br>Hearing a door slam outside, she looked at her husband.&nbsp; "Luke, I think he's here," she said, excitement in her voice.&nbsp; Running to the front door, she flung it open, running outside without a care for her bare feet.&nbsp; "Rick!" she shouted, exuberant as she ran to him.<br><br><div align="center">~ ~ ~</div><br>Luke laughed as he watched his wife run outside.&nbsp; God, he was so fucking in love with her.&nbsp; She was oblivious to her own charm.&nbsp; She was still as beautiful as she'd ever been, but she didn't see herself that way.&nbsp; It had been a decade since they had married, and she'd changed in that time, her body becoming more voluptuous with age.&nbsp; But she didn't see that; all she could see was that she was a little heavier than she'd been when they first met.&nbsp; The effect on her was something he'd been getting frustrated with; she was becoming more and more closed off sexually as her confidence slipped.<br><br>He followed her outside, just watching for a moment as she flung herself into the arms of his best friend.&nbsp; Over a decade ago, when they'd all been in college, Claire had actually dated Rick first.&nbsp; Quickly, they'd become frustrated with each other, and when they'd broken up, Luke had been interested.&nbsp; Honor had kept him from asking her out, and he'd waited a year, trying to push her out of his mind but unable to.&nbsp; She'd been so incredible, all sweetness and innocence.&nbsp; When Rick had said he didn't care if they dated, Luke had jumped on the chance.&nbsp; It had been a whirlwind romance, and they'd gotten married right after college.&nbsp; Rick had been the best man at their wedding.<br><br>A huge grin on his face, he shielded his eyes from the blaring sun with a hand.&nbsp; "Welcome home, Rick.&nbsp; You stayed away too long."
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