Jude
part 9 by Vicki
Look at me,
Jude couldn't. She didn't want to lose herself there again. She
didn't want him to see what her eyes showed. The admiration. The
desire. The love. Please look at me, Jude. God how
she loved the way he said her name. She felt safe. His voice
promised everything and it terrified her. Promises had a way of
being broken and she had suffered from them. With all her
strength and courage she tried not to look at him, but they both
wavered and her eyes meets his. She instantly saw life for her
there. Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to
happen, She tried to look away, but he stopped her. His
large hands gently held her face. I'm not him. I'm not
going to hurt you.
Today!
wept Jude.
What in Gods
name did he do to you?
He broke her
heart plain and simple. Her hope spent. Her soul perished almost
beyond repair. She felt she would be better off if the darkness
of death took her. In one full swoop the Gods had taken from her
the man she loved and respected, and returned a beast. At times
Kerry had to check in on her, her tired bereaving body barely
breathing in life. What had he done to her? He had emotionally
destroyed everything she ever was and everything the heavens
allowed her to be.
I don't
know what it is you want. I don't know what you want from me.
What do you want from me? Jude pleaded with him as she
pulled away from him. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She
didn't want him to see her like this. She didn't want him to know
he was affecting her this way. She was scared he would hurt her.
She was sure she would never survive if he did. Luka found and
dare he say joy in her grief. It meant he could be there for, and
he preferred no other place to be.
Nothing.
He lied. He simply wanted her to want him. He wanted to take away
all her pain. God how he wanted just to take her. He wanted to
hold her happiness and each other her smiles in his heart, deter
her nightmares, wipe her tears, comfort her through the darkest
days, sit back watching her bask in her glory and triumphs. He
wanted to hold her hand, kiss her lips soft and tender. Be
entwined within her chaos, webbed through her schemes and blessed
by her peace. He wanted everything from her, a moment, a day, a
lifetime, and he knew he would lose her if he said anything, so
he stood there denying himself what he wanted, and allowed her to
grieve.
Please, I
am not stupid. Everyone wants something, whether or not you give
it to him or they just rip it out of you, they want something.
Why would you be any different? She needed to understand.
Him. What he wanted from her. What he wanted from her life.
The truth,
Jude? You want the truth?
Is there
anything else?
I want
you...not to hurt like this. She didn't want to hear this.
She needed to, walking away this time just wasn't going to be an
option, and he wouldn't let it be. He stood in front of her, he
didn't touch her, he didn't force himself on her, he just stood
there, trying to protect her, and Im not going to let
you do this to yourself. This is not your fault. The son of a
bitch did it to you, not the other way around. He was as
angry as hell. How he hated her father for doing this to her. She
fidgeted in rising voice. I'm sorry, I don't want to
frighten you, but you can't keep blaming yourself.
I have to.
She cut in.
Why?
Because...
she was dying, her heart broke, I did something!
What?
I don't
know but he hurt... Jude just couldn't go on. It was all
too painful. I don't know what I did. What did I do?
She was confused. She was beside herself. Her hands shook, her
tears fell, she died.
Oh God
Jude, you didn't do anything. Tears came to his eyes. His
soul went out to her. His heart ravaged in torment.
Why did he
do it?
Because he
was sick and he had the problems, not you. You didn't do anything
wrong, you have to believe that. Luka tried to console her.
She didn't know what to believe anymore. She was as scared as
she'd ever been. She tried to deny him from everything, which was
Jude Ann Baker. Her feelings, her thoughts, her heart, her life,
but he stood so close to her, there was nowhere she could go, and
she was no longer even sure she wanted to go there without him.
Suddenly impulse
engulfed him, and she stood captured within his warm arms, seized
by his gentle kiss. The delicacy of it instantly touched her
heart, and it terrified her. It lasted only a few seconds. He
didn't want to frighten her away. He needed to be sure she wanted
him as much as he wanted her. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
done that. Luka gathered all the willpower he needed to
walk away from her. He was angry with himself for letting his
desire for her take over. Why did he have to ruin it in wanting
more? A kiss. A night. A lifetime. He was afraid he had just lost
the only person he'd ever loved the way he loved her. He stood
looking out of his living room window at the snow falling again.
She didn't move.
She couldn't. She was too afraid to. Afraid if she moved he would
disappear, and she would wake from her sweet dream. She was not
afraid of him or what he had done, but she feared he would walk
out of her life. She feared she wouldn't have him like she so
desperately wanted. She feared she wouldn't spend the rest of her
life with the only man she'd ever loved. She needed to do
something. She needed to show him. Taking the breath she direly
needed to steady herself, she bravely walked to him, her heart
literally reaching out of her body to him. No longer did she
shiver. No longer did she walk away. No longer would she deny him
of who she was, and herself of him.
He felt her brush
up against the back of his arm, his heart beating him to death.
She softly took the side of his face in her calm hand, tilting
his head slightly down, so that his eyes meet hers once again.
Sometimes she just wished he would take her. No words spoken, no
permission needed, just mutual understanding between two souls,
craving to be one. Her words only a whisper, Do that again.
For a single
moment, they didn't move or talk. Blink or breathe. They stood
still and silent, looking into each other, their eyes, their
souls; they just stood there, simply being.
Are you
sure? She could hear his deep chivalrous voice but not make
out his words. Jude?
What?
Are you
sure? He desperately hoped she was but would understand if
she wasn't. She hadn't gone into intricate detail of how her
father had hurt her, but he had gathered by what Kerry had told
him, it was bad and she had been in a terrible state for a long
time. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She shook her
head yes but answered no. He couldn't help but smile, he loved
this young woman with the earnest of his heart, and it tore at
his soul to see her like this, afraid, confused, petrified at
letting herself go and allowing her heart to love him like he
wanted her to so desperately.
He gently took
her face into his own hands, and began to reach down, she
whispered, Unless of course you'd prefer to kiss Jenny.
She was kidding, Jenny who? he had no idea who she
was talking about. No one existed in his life or his heart but
Jude Baker. He met her lips with his own, and kissed her deep and
passionately. He simply astounded her and she didn't fight or
contest to his velvet felt lips. They were joined kiss to kiss.
Heart to heart. Woman to man. Instantly emotional and spiritual
love surrounded them. Fears were cast aside. New beginnings
begun.
Luka Kovac lifted
the sorrowed mask from her face, oh God how beautiful she was he
thought, of course he was biased, he was in love with her. Jude
Baker felt free for the only time in her life and the man kissing
her, was the man who had brought her to this exquisite place. To
make love Jude had to be in love and she was in love with no one
but Luka.
The moon sat on
the brim of the earth, and the soft cold snow fell over Chicago.
The candles in Luka's bedroom were the only lights shining in his
apartment. Jude's clothes lay over the floor, entangled among
his. Her shaking nerves had sunk to the bottom of her stomach and
anticipation took over. She balanced herself in front of him,
naked and cast him with her sexuality. Instantly, he swooped her
into his manly arms and tantalized her perfume neck with his
moist lips, wanting to gather her love with his own. He could
taste Vanilla all over her warm flesh. He felt her nipples harden
upon his chest. He harbored a sensuous knowledge of love and
desire and willingness, sharing with her, taking from her, being
taken by her, and they rejoiced in each other's fingers, tongues,
and lips. They kissed each other with whispered kisses, their
lips barely touching but promising more to come. Both his hands
took her face, softly stroking it with his warm fingers.
He began to kiss
her eyes, her forehead, her temples, and slowly worked down her
neck. Luka's tongue tickled all the parts that deliciously turned
her on, softly nibbling at the soft parts, whispering in her ears
of the things he was about to do to her. Instantly getting lost
in her gentleness. Her soul. Her love. They were intoxicated with
each others juices. Their hands lost all over each others
body. Luka took her full on the lips wanting to taste her again,
their tongues searching, their arms wrapped around each other.
She didn't need to tell him anything else, he could read her mind
through her eyes, and she could in his. His tongue answering
hers, his lips experimenting, and his hands experiencing. Love
being tasted. Lust being devoured. His taste sweet perfection.
Bound together by the powerful feelings they shared and their
sensuous appetite for ecstasy. They allowed each other to abandon
themselves and what they felt. He was a gentle lover who embraced
her willingly and unselfishly. They stand together drowning one
another with spirited souls.
In minutes, he
was naked too. Both their shadows cast on the wall by the
flickering candles. His fingers gentle as a butterfly's wing,
brushed over her hard nipples, causing gasps of sensation to knot
in her stomach. Jude ached for him so much it was almost killing
her. She kissed him hard on the mouth, and he became crippled by
her flavors.
In her sexual
experience, Jude felt somewhat comfortable and content for the
first time with the way she looked. Luka asked if not the lights
on, then candles burning. He wanted to see her every curve, her
every freckle, her every flaw. He wanted to see every inch of her
naked flesh. She was self-conscious of her body but she felt safe
in his arms, confident within his love. A soft crest of desire
covered over them as their lips fell together again. He hovered
upon her lips, Jude lingered over his, searching for the heat she
felt from them only seconds before.
He lay her gently
down on his bed, covered her with his own flesh, over both of
them lay a blue silk sheet, their embrace almost poetic. They
became two innocent souls protected from the wars of life, death,
hurt, hatred, and heartbreak. They lay entwined around each other
in a lover's cocoon, savoring one another's juices. He softly
turned her over on to her back and gently kissed his way down her
chest, over her breasts. Her hands tried to stop him from kissing
the scars on her chest and stomach, the places she hated most,
and he answered by kissing them more. His kissed every part of
her body. Some parts made her laugh, some made her cry, some made
her blush, others made her quiver in sweetest delight, most made
her so deliciously turned on she made him kiss them again and
again and again.
Her nails dug
into his back as he ever so gently drove himself in her. She
cried out his name, her words not but a whisper. Luka. He loved
the way she sighed his name, both in pleasure and pain. The
pleasure of his touch, the pain of her heart touched by his soul.
Her life was suddenly different, she loved it, and she loved him.
Instantly he showered her with a world of his love, his heart,
his soul, a world simply of Luka Kovac.
Playing in the
aftermath of their climatic joy, they truly knew and felt their
two hearts became one, united unconditionally. They lay not only
experimenting in sex but also in new love. She lied upon him,
tenderly experiencing him. He lie breathing in her sweet breath,
remembering all the times he took her touch and smell with him
into his dreams, but no longer were they dreaming. Words were
spoken, sweet, and tender. He told her he loved her; she still
couldn't bring herself to say the words, not yet. Her perfume,
his aftershave, spicy fragrances merged, as did two young loving
souls. He memorized her every touch, her every stroke, her every
kiss. Instantly a new aspiring world for him had begun, a world
of a woman who had the entirety of his heart, a world of Jude
Baker.
****
They lie on their
sides facing each other, his fingers rubbing up and down the nape
of her neck. Pulling her to him, his lips indulged in her every
fantasy. Indulged in the essence of her warm soft body. Tonight
had become a night of willingly giving themselves to each other
and to one another's innermost desires.
She was terrified
she would disappoint him, but his eyes were clearly the windows
to his soul, and they showed her everything when she found
herself hypnotized by them. He was not disappointed. He was just
as happy as she was, and just as in love. She still hadn't told
him how she felt. She feared if she did, he would walk out of her
life. He wanted so desperately to hear it spoken from her lips,
but he didn't want to push her if she wasn't ready. He just
wanted to love her and he did with the sincerity of his heart.
For the only time
in her life, she let herself be free, and she finally found her
freedom. She lied alongside the most giving and generous man she
had ever known. He allowed her to abandon herself to him and what
she felt. The spiritual connection Luka believed so deeply
everyone needed to completely give to another flowed through him
and her.
She felt his
whiskered face brush up against the side of her neck, his voice
whispering she needed not only to enjoy him but also take all she
wanted from him. Their hearts inseparable. Promises were made. He
had been heaven sent; he had to have been. Jude believed only God
and his heaven made such beautiful creatures like Luka. He gave
to her expecting nothing in return. He shared with her openly and
freely. He would build her a castle of dreams with his own two
hands, and protect her from those who tried to harm her. Embraced
in each other's arms, enjoyed with love, covered over with peace,
Luka and Jude, for the third tonight, came together.
The night forged
forth, and Jude lie upon his welcoming chest, his arms mushroomed
around her. She briskly whispered her fingers down his naked arm,
entangling them through the tiny hairs, wondering whom he took
after, his mother or father, but didn't really care. She hadn't
meet his parents but cared for them very much because his father
had sown his seed in his mother, and he had been a born
beautiful, warm human being who she now wondered if he had sown
his own seed in her.
Jude Baker was
sure of nothing else but her love for him, and as they fell
gently into sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, he heard her
soft whispered words. Volim Te, Luka.
****
A new dawning
slowly begun cool and it was still snowing. Jude was the first to
awaken, still wrapped in her lover's safe arms. They lay on the
same pillow they shared through the night and early hours of the
morning. She could still smell his aftershave on it. She could
still smell him on her flesh. She placed her hand over her face,
engulfing his scent stained upon her flesh. His essence filled
her nostrils, almost drowning her into sweet heaven.
The look on his
face showed he was in the middle of a good dream, and she didn't
have the heart to wake him. Gently as not to wake him, she
brushed her fingers over his nakedness, remembering last night.
The arch of his back, the slender of his waist. The gentleness of
his hands and lips. She watched him sleep seeing inspiration and
happiness glow from him. Majestic serenity and splendid
tranquility.
Panic instantly
stricken her heart. What had she done? She had given her heart to
another. She had told him how she felt. She couldn't deny it. She
couldn't take it back. He knew. He had seen it, felt it, and
embraced it. Suddenly her fears surfaced again and no matter how
hard she tried, she couldn't stop them.
He softly slept
the morning away not knowing of her feelings and the events
taking place in both their lives that would inadvertently change
them forever. He woke to discover them. The note on the pillow
next to him was all which was left of his night with the woman he
loved.
**Dearest
Luka
I am so
deeply sorry for everything.
Judith**
No reasons why.
No in-depth explanations. Not even goodbye. She was a coward and
she knew it. She lost her breakfast; she just couldn't keep it
down. What had she done? She had walked out on the only man she
had truly loved. A mountain of fear suffocated her soul. He had
reached out his hand to her and she had taken it. He had given
her his heart and as she sat alone in Kerry's apartment, she was
sure she had broken it.
Suddenly there
was a knock at her door, she jumped up from the couch, wiped her
tears, she hoped it was him, she would beg for his forgiveness,
plead to him for a second chance. Ask him to take her back into
his life. She flung open the door. Luka Kovac was not standing
there.
****
Jude couldn't
come to terms with what she had done to Luka. She called in sick.
She struggled with the idea of not spending the rest of her life
with him. The minutes of the day seemed to tick away into
oblivion. She could keep nothing straight in her mind. A tornado
ripped straight through her commonsense. She hadn't ever been
this carefree with anyone but she felt good, better than she had
in so many years, and now she was devastated and this time she
had brought it all upon herself.
He could she have
been so stupid in leaving and just walking out the way she did?
She figured Luka must hate her now. His sensitive eyes gnawed at
her, every time she closed her own, even to blink. How could she
have been so careless in letting Luka into her life and her
heart, and so simply thrown it all away. His love. His happiness.
Her own. Her soul lay decayed with guilt and shame. She had been
inflicted with so much pain and anguish by her father, and now
she had it as good as she felt she would ever have it in her
life, and she had stupidly let it slip away.
The morning
turned into afternoon, and the afternoon drifted into night. Jude
fell to sleep eventually. She wondered what it was she had to do
to get him back. She knew she had to go to him, and explain,
apologize, beg him to take her back into his life. She prayed he
would. She hoped with all her strength he forgave her and wanted
her back. She couldn't imagine going through life now, without
Luka being with her. She loved this man with everything in her,
and she braced herself to fight for him. She had been through so
much, come so far, and she wasn't about to turn back now. She
needed him, longed for him, and craved him. She wanted to spend
the rest of her life with him. She truly loved this man with all
of her heart and soul, and she felt she could no longer deny him
of that.
****
She grabbed her
keys off the counter, put on her coat, closed the door of Kerry's
apartment, took the deep breath she needed, and left what once
she thought she would have always called home. Her home now
belonged to a man she wanted to fall asleep with every night, and
wake up every morning lying alongside. A man whose hand she held
when they took long walks, making plans. A man whose babies grew
in her, whose children she would nurture and love as much as she
did their father. It belonged to a man she would love, always.
She walked all
the way to train station, impatiently stood on the platform, and
was somewhat anxious of where her life was headed. She knew deep
in the place, which is not very often touched by a special soul,
her someday finally begun.
Luka's gentle
soul and caring spirit grew with such passion and truth and she
had welcomed it. They had accepted each other just the way they
were. Sometimes naive, occasionally temperamental, most often
imperfect. Their souls had been tied so tightly they knew what
each other was thinking before it was thought. They touched each
other's hearts even with their hands tied. They saw one another
even with closed eyes. They breathed for each other even with
held breath. They were bound with honest souls, which were craved
with love and devotion only for each other. Luka Kovac had helped
her endure all her life's hardships, triumphantly helped her
enjoy the good times, forget the bad. He refreshed her forgotten
dreams within moments. He had happily encouraged her depressed
heart, entwined pleasure, and peace within mind, body, and soul,
and she let it all fall away.
She stepped into
the train knowing in two stops she was about to change all that,
and she prayed to God, Luka Kovac allowed her to.
****
It was going to
be a cold winter morning, Luka could just tell. Dawn was breaking
and the storm predicted two days earlier began to hit the
horizon, Luka could see it from his window. He hadn't shaved in
days, slept properly in a week. The days had dwindled into each
other. The nights had come too fast and went by too quick. He
wondered what he had done. His heart suddenly lay limp with hurt.
The rigid lines on his face were more noticeable. His mind jerked
and twisted with frustration.
He woke to find a
note on his pillow and Jude not at work for the rest of the week.
He was too overcome with anxiety and despair to know what to do.
He hadn't seen her or heard from her, he couldn't decide whether
he should call or go by and see her. The moments he spent with
her swam in his mind, and confused him so much. He didn't know
what to do. One half of his heart wanted to go to her, to find
out what he had done. What he had said to send her away, and
fight to have her back in his life. The other half wanted nothing
to do with her. It didn't want to sacrifice itself to the torment
of waking up every morning and not finding her there.
His soul mourned
terribly. He stood looking out the window, watching the world
pass by. It had only been a few weeks and already he seldom let
himself dream about what life would be like with her. It was just
too hard for him to bear. He feared the moment he saw her. He
didn't want to have to look at her, knowing when he did he would
fall in love with her all over again, and he didn't want to. He
had loved her once and she had trampled him.
Already he ate,
slept, and showered work. He lived work. It was the only thing
that kept his mind off Jude. Physically drained and emotionally
crippled, he wondered how he would get through his day, or the
rest of his life. Right now, he struggled with the day, knowing
life was going to be a whole lot harder.
His feet were
killing him. Blisters on both heels. His back ached like hell.
Paramedic ride-along was harder than he thought it would be when
Dr. Romano offered it up for grabs and it volunteered for it. It
had kept him out of the hospital for the past few weeks, and he
was thankful for it.
He didn't want to
face up to it. The reality. The reality was she had walked out of
his life, perhaps even ran, he couldn't be sure, he'd been
asleep, and he realized a distance had already grown between
them. Luka didn't want to dwell on it any longer, and viciously
threw out his thoughts of the woman he loved and paid attention
to Pam's instructions.
****
In her dreams,
she had found her salvation in the outline of a gentle man. In
her reality, she had walked away. Jude took a long soul-searching
look at herself in the mirror. She didn't like what she saw, and
it had nothing to do with the scars.
The dripping tap
in the ladies room of the ER, banged in her already throbbing
head, as she stood looking at herself, wondering what she had
done? She had foolishly walked away, perhaps even ran, she
couldn't be sure, it was all still a blur, from the man who had
loved her. Shame and embarrassment reflect from the face staring
back at her, and it knew the sacred place she kept protected and
shielded from the hurt and despair had happily accepted his love,
and irrationally thrown it away.
She knew life was
too short to waste on regret, and hoped today she could right her
wrong. Jude splashed water on her face for the second time, and
no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt get it out of her
head. Every time she thought about it, it brought tears to her
eyes, and a lump to her throat. For the first time in her life,
she had found the courage to give the entirety of her heart to
another and had walked up the street that lead to Lukas
apartment, the following day after she had run away, to set out
to win her man back anyway she could. Beg. Plead. Cry. Walk away
if he asked her to, but she hadnt made it.
Her courage
deflated almost instantly when in walking up the stairs that lead
inside his apartment building she bumped into Jenny Adams coming
out. Jude foolishly thought she could walk back into his life as
quick as she left it, and she suddenly discovered the truth. Why
would he? Why would he let her back in? Why would Luka Kovac take
her back into his heart, and his life, and make a home with her
after what she had done?
Their
conversation was short and cold. Two women opted to skip with
formalities and instead got straight to the point. Jude could
still hear Jennys vindictive words ringing in her ears, and
her mind kept a snapshot of the look on her face when she spoke
of her time together with Luka. Jude didnt know what to
think. She felt she knew Luka enough to know he wouldnt set
out to hurt her on purpose. She wondered if he was trying to get
back at her. He mind couldnt rationalize anything or keep
anything straight.
He called
me. He said he had a fight with someone and needed to talk.
explained Jenny, lying.
And you
came right on over?
Of course I
did, why wouldnt I. Hes a friend and I do what I can
for friends. Jenny couldnt deter her smirk. She knew
she was lying and Jude Baker believed her every word. Luka hadnt
called anyone. He had wanted to be alone. If he couldnt
have Jude he didnt want anyone especially Jenny Adams, and
he told her so, when she banged on his door hoping to push her
way into his life. He politely declined her offer to cook
breakfast and told her there was nothing between them and wouldnt
be. He told her clearly his heart belonged to someone else.
Pissed off, Jenny left plotting her next step even before she
bumped into Jude outside, but put her new plan into action
immediately against the woman who had come between her and the
man she wanted, one she knew she would never get.
I bet you
do. Judes mind ran rampant through all the
possibilities. Had he slept with Jenny to get back at her? Had he
told Jenny he loved her? Did he want to spend his life with Jenny
instead of her? Of course he didnt. Jude tried to make her
heart believe that wasnt him. He didnt do that sort
of thing, and he didnt, but she couldnt convince her
mind, and Jenny didnt help.
He needed
someone and I guess he felt I was the only one who could help
him, stabbed Jenny, she was going to make Jude suffer. If
she couldnt get her man she would destroy him and his
happiness, and she saw it slowly dying within the eyes before
her, that tried not to cry, And I helped him. Jenny
smirked as she bragged about a deed that had not been done. She
would turn them against one another.
Jude became
absent from everything and everyone. Never had she suffered an
impact of destruction and decimation upon her heart, not even
from her father. This man was her life and the woman standing in
front of her stoically pulled him away. In her chamber of
selfishness Jenny set forth to watch Jude crumble, and divide two
lovers.
And I have
to say, I was not disappointed. Luka is a wonderful lover.
lied Jenny.
The bond Jude and
Luka had shared unexpectedly broke. Jude felt Jennys
statement had to be true. She must have slept with Luka to know
what she knew. He had been a wonderful lover, a gentle giver of
himself and his love. Jude knew she could not go back. The line
had been crossed. She had walked away in fear and confusion but
she had not stopped loving him like she suddenly believed he had
done.
Im
just going to get breakfast. You should go up and say hi, and
join us. pushed Jenny. She knew there was no chance Jude
was going to stay; it showed on her pale face. She could stand
there and lie about spending the rest of her life with Luka and
Jude wouldnt know what to believe.
I have to
go
Jude stuttered as she rushed down the stairs,
trying to keep the tears from her eyes and her heart from
breaking.
Good bye
Dr. Baker. Ill be sure to tell Luka you came by,
yelled Jenny as Jude rushed away, Bitch. whispered
Jenny.
Jenny Adams
walked off in the opposite direction, leaving behind her path of
destruction, but feeling damn good about herself. She wasnt
staying in Lukas life and neither was Jude Baker.