Snippet #1199948

Lucas listened to Ray mutter nervously for a moment before he averted his wide eyes from her, knowing it was making her a little uncomfortable. "You probably should tryand beat the shit out of me," he said with a grin, knowing he could take her in a few moves even though she was quite a tough little lady - something he'd always been attracted to, "-but we know how that would end... Just like that last fight we had." His voice trailed to an almost seductive, inaudible whisper - he was referring to last week in the car. They'd fought, Ray had screamed and after almost a full 10 mins, Lucas simply grabbed her waist and pulled her into a deep, ferocious kiss, which had then led to last week's fumbling in the back seat of the very car they were seated in. He laughed heartily, turning to see if she were smiling with him, which to his pleasure, she was.

"The thing that scares me the most-" he began, the smile fading to a smaller, more honest, one. "-is how well I understand you. With Alexa, it's fairly simple, but I often get her wrong or she misunderstands me. But with you... if you are angry you will shout, if you are sad you'll look so, if you want to call me up or talk, I'll know. I know you and you know me." Lulu could hear himself begin to corner his decision between Ray or Alex; one which he wasn't ready to make. He paused, trying to think what to say. "..We're honest, right? I get you. I know your fidgety little habits and the way you walk, the way your hair looks flatter and smaller in the mornings, your favourite foods and when you like to eat them, the things you like to do in bed, the way you smile, the sound of your laugh, your favourite places to be and to read or do.. And now I know your face when you cry, and you know mine."

Lucas wasn't looking at her anymore, he was just talking aloud in hope that she was hearing him, and gazing at the battered corner of a white peice of paper tucked under the mirror/sunshield on the roof. He reached up suddenly and tugged it out. It was a photo. A picture of Ray and Lucas, his arms around her shoulders, and hers around his waist, and they were both laughing. Rachel's hair was blowing wildly in the wind, and they were bundled in coats and scarves from last winter. He grinned and held the photo up to the redhead, meeting her eyes and smiling at her with an affectionate way.

With the picture still gripped tightly between his bitten nails, Lulu reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of ciggarettes. "I know you hate me smoking in your car, but I'll put the window down - I need one." He said with a smirk, finding it difficult to talk with the ciggy between his lips. He picked up the lighter, one he'd left in a small compartment of Ray's car, and lit it up. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled out the window, and it was silent. Only the sound of their breathing and the racing of cars outside.

Rachel turned on the radio - a Linkin Park CD and began whispering the lyrics. Lucas turned to her in pleasant surprise, but she wasn't looking at him. She stared ahead at the road, driving smoothly past the other cars and cyclists. He joined in, his rough, throaty voice, murmuring the lyrics along with her higher, sweeter voice as it reacher the faster verse. "He's pulling his weapon to his side, Loading it full of his Goodbyes.."