THE PROMISE-Part 1 By Judi
When the visions around you bring tears to
And all that surrounds you are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength, I'll give you hope
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call was standing here all along
And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Til the day my life is through
This I promise you
- Richard Marxx
As he shut his locker and headed for ther door, Luka thought about the day. It had been the worst he had experienced in the year since becoming a full time ER attending at County General Hospital. Worse than that day in May when he was sent to help at the school shooting. Then, later that day, he tried to convince a young woman to save her unborn baby. She refused his help and allowed the baby to die. He stopped at the reception desk, signed out and told everyone goodnight. He headed out into the cold night, standing for a moment in the ambulance bay to put on his coat, then continued on. Yes, today was the worst. Two small children died from complications of an auto accident. A teenage boy, no more than 14, had been the victim of a gang shooting. A tear welled up in his eye as he thought of his own two young children, victims of the war torn land he had left behind. As he brushed it away and headed up the stairs to the El, thoughts of his wife, who perished with the children, overcame him. He still loved her; after all she was his first love. He missed her terribly, but knew it was time to get
on with his life.
He ran to catch the train, sitting alone in the back, away from the rest. The dark place where he had been for so long didn't want to go away. The events of this day didn't help either. He tried to convince himself that he had done his best today, doing everything he could to save his patients. In the end, it failed him. He wondered if practicing emergency medicine was
the right choice. Maybe he should just open his own practice. The pain of death never goes away, he thought, no matter how hard I try. But today was nothing compared to the devastation he had seen in his beloved Croatia. He had lost his wife, his children, his home and a part of himself. When he had left, he promised himself two things. The first was to always keep them in his heart, never to forget the happy times they shared. The second was to move on, not to let their death get the best of him. He was still having trouble with the second. Even though it was nine years since they were taken from him, it was difficult not to think of them every day. Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed his stop. Heading down the stairs, he sighed
heavily, putting the events of the day behind him, putting the memories of his family in a safe place.
He decided not to go home, instead he headed for the bar. He needed to unwind. Getting drunk might help, he thought. Besides, Isabelle would be there. His stomach fluttered when he thought of her. She knew how to comfort his troubled heart.
Luka sat in his usual place at the end of the bar and watched as Isabelle poured drinks and mingled with the other customers. He recalled the day he met her. It was about two months ago. He and Dr. Dave had both just clocked out and were headed out the door. Dave invited him to the bar, to help celebrate his birthday. Luka was reluctant at first, not knowing Dave all that well. But, Dave, being his usually charming self, had persuaded Luka to join him. Isabelle was Dave's cousin. She was the manager of the bar, Dave's parents owned it. She and her father came to live with Dave and his family after the death of her mother. Which explained to him why Dave and Isabelle were so close. They had grown up together. Luka had found her enchanting. When the bar closed and everyone had gone home, he stayed to help clean up. He and Isabelle wound up sitting there until the next morning, talking all night. Since then, they had spent alot of time together, going to the movies, taking walks in the park and going to the art museum. Isabelle loved it there, she had told him, because her mother had been a painter and she felt close to her when she was there. He had grown very fond of her in the short time they had known each other and couldn't help but wonder if she could be the one......
"Hey handsome" she said, standing in front of him. His thoughts interrupted. He smiled. "It's midnight and you've been nursing that beer for over an hour. I heard you had a really bad day. I've got a bottle of vodka upstairs with your name on it. How about we go drink till we pass out? You look like you need a friend. And who better to your your troubles to then Mr. Stoli and me?"
"Best offer I've had all night," he replied. "Let's go."
She grabbed her keys; told her uncle she was heading home and came from behind the bar. She took his hand, leading the way out. She stopped at the door of the storage room, went in and grabbed another bottle. She looked at Luka and smiled. He had a puzzled look on his face. "I thought you said you had a bottle upstairs."
"I do," she winked at him. "This is just in case we get really thirsty." They both laughed and headed out.
Two hours later, and a bottle and a half of vodka gone, they were both laughing so hard they were crying. Luka had been telling her tales of his childhood on his grandfather's farm. For every amusing story he had told her, she had returned the gesturs with tales of Dave's chilhood antics. When they finally got their senses about them, Isabelle was shocked at the time.
"Oh God, Luka. It's almost 3. Your probably have to get up early tomorrow, um, I mean today. I'm really sorry."
"Not to worry. Actually, I'm off until midnight tonight." Luka could not take his eyes off her. He hadn't realized until now how close she was sitting next to him. The sweet smell of her was intoxicating. He put his glass on the table, then reached for hers and did the same. "Isabelle....."
"Sshh" she put a finger to he lips. Leaning into him, they kissed. Luka put his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. He continued to kiss her, parting her lips and finding her tongue. She tasted as good as she smelled, he thought.
Isabelle, pulled away, kissing his check then moved dfown to neck. With her tongue, she traced a path up and gently tugged on his earlobe. Luka moaned softly. "Let me make love to you. I promise to be gentle," she whispered. She stood up, took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
Both of them out of their clothes, Isabelle pushed Luka down on the bed, then crawled on top of him. He took her in his arms, trying to flip her over on her back, but she wouldn't let him. "Don't be in such a hurry, darling. Just lay back and enjoy. Tonight, this is all for you." She gently pushed him back, then sat on his stomach.
Luka did as he was told. She kissed him tenderly, while reaching down between his legs to fondle his balls. He moaned. Isabelle continued on, kissing his neck and chest. She playfully bit his nipples, which made him moan louder. She started to lightly rub his already hard cock, while continuing down his body, running her tongue down his stomach to his navel. She softly kissed the scar above his left leg. Trying to recall how he got such a nasty gash, she realized she was squeezing a little to hard.
"OH GOD!" he cried.
She giggled. "Oops, sorry!" She continued on her journey, licking each testicle. When she started licking his cock, Luka cried out again, "Sweet Jesus!" She took him in her mouth, slowly sucking, increasing the pace with each breath he took. Luka thought for sure he was going to die from sheer ecstasy. He mumbled something in Croatian, moaning even louder, then repeated in English. "MY GOD! PLEASE! TAKE ME NOW!"
As much as she wanted to taste him, Isabelle wanted to feel him insider her more. She released him, slowly. He grabbed her by the waist as she straddled him, and gently entered her. She lowered herself onto him, letting every inch of him fill her. This time, Isabelle moaned as she placed her hands on his chest and started rocking back and forth. He fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples. She threw her head back, crying out "Oh my God." He then put his hands on her hips and together they rode as one.
They exploded in a wave of passion so powerful, they almost forgot to breathe. Isabelle cried out his name then collapsed on top of him. He put his arms around her, holding her there until their hearts were beating at a normal rate.
"That was incredible," he told her, kissing the top of her head. She looked up at him and smiled. She kissed him tenderly, then laid her head back on his chest. She felt him tighten his arms around her. She felt safe there.
Just before falling asleep, Luka whispered to her again in Croatian, "Volim te." She smiled. She hadn't heard those word spoken since her since she was a little girl. She waited until his breathing was steady, making sure he was sleeping. She lightly kissed him and whispered, "I love you, too" Then fell asleep in his arms.
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