Luca: Only one.Mature

"Luca, my muse and my God," she smiles. Now that is how you stroke a guy's ego.

Hells to the yeah!

I grin and kiss her firmly. "I love you," I whisper in her ear. I'm not just saying that because I just had great sex, or because she called me her god, by the way.

"I love you more." She grins back and I shake my head.

"Impossible," I say confidently. I might not be able to put it into words, or describe it, but I certainly feel like I love her more than anything. Not like many things would get me off drugs. In fact... I don't think anything would get me off them willingly. Other than Gemme. Five days sober. I probably shouldn't feel so proud of myself for that. Heh. She simply smiles at me, listening to what's going on in my head.

"That was enough words." She whispers and I smile. I remember how hard it was for me to even think about the word ‘love' before she wiped whatever it was from my memory, and now it's so good to be able to say it without stuttering. There might be things missing, like the knowledge I should apparently have about 3 doors down, but it was worth it, I think.

"Good. ‘Cause I dunno how else I would put it," I laugh slightly.

"It's fine. Now I know." I shift and kiss her cheek lightly, content in the quiet as we lay there just hugging.

"I'm gonna have to change these sheets tomorrow," she whispers and I chuckle.

"I'll do it later. I don't wanna sleep in Ben's jizz, thanks," I laugh. How hard can it be to change bed sheets anyways? She laughs too, the idea of me changing bed sheets apparently amusing her. A lot.

"Yeah... I'll watch then." Oh, good.

"An audience! That's just what I need," I laugh again, sitting up. She claps.

"Bravo!" I glower at her as I pull my boxers and pants back on.

"Sorry... I'm gonna get a shower first, I feel stiff." She moans, pushing herself up. I nod and smile as she wanders off to the shower. I go downstairs to get something to eat, passing Benny on the way. I just smirk knowingly at him and he laughs, shaking his head as I walk into the kitchen.

When I'm done eating, I go back upstairs, vaguely remembering her putting sheets in the airing cupboard. I just need to find that first...

When I find it, looking through all the stuff in there is like a mountaineering adventure. In other words, an avalanche. From the pile of clothes and towels and sheets on the floor, I pull out a duvet cover and... "Fuck this," I mutter and put it back in the closet, closing the door on the mess, hoping I'll have time to clear it up before Gemme gets out of the shower. I go into the room that had been mine - and was now Benny's - ignoring Benny's protests as I tear the duvet off the bed, dragging it back to Gemme's room. I take the duvet from the bed in Gemme's room and take that one to Benny and dump it on the end of his bed.

"No offence, mate, but I don't really wanna sleep in your jizz stains," I grin and leave again. I smooth the duvet over Gemme's bed and lie down on it, lighting up a cigarette, waiting for her to get out of the shower. When she walks back in, wearing clean clothes, I smile up at her.

"Sorry, I got impatient," I say, hoping she won't notice that I simply swapped the duvets.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to do it." she noticed, then. Damn.

"I was gonna," I mutter, thinking of the mini mess I made in the airing cupboard, "but I couldn't be bothered. Next time, eh?" I grin; she laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Next time I'll do it." I nod.

"That's an even better plan," I say, blowing smoke out as I talk. I screw my cigarette butt into the ashtray and smile at her.

"Why didn't you use your telekinesis anyway?"

"That only works when I actually know how to do something. I can only make a car move by itself when it has gas because I know fuck all about cars other than how to use the pedals and the stick shift." I shrug. "I guess changing sheets isn't that hard, but I've never done it or watched it being done before."

"It's okay; I'll stick to cleaning the house then." She giggles. I smile, but...

"Now I just feel like some kinda sexist prick," I mutter, lighting another cigarette. Just like my dad. Ugh.

"Why? I said it." she asks, and I shrug again.

"Dunno." I shake my head, clearing my mind, "sorry."

"For a tough guy you apologise a lot." I laugh slightly.

"Only for you," I tell her.

"I feel special." She smiles, "but you don't really need to." I grin and beckon her over to me as I put the cigarette in the ashtray.

"You are special. Only person I'd stay sober and apologise for. Only person I truly care for," I murmur as she sits beside me. I put my arms around her and kiss her firmly, smiling.

The End

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