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Date Posted: 11:46:09 07/07/02 Sun
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Her Dark Night - NC 17/Chapter One
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Her Dark Night - NC-17 (seriously)" on 11:43:16 07/07/02 Sun

Title: Her Dark Knight
Author: Moondreamer moon_dreamer66@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17 Baby, all the way
Spoilers: None � this is strictly A/U relating to my previous story �Instinct� � If you need to know who Luke is you may want to read it
Pairing: Luke�and whoever he wants

A/N � this is strictly Luke smut. Written for those of us who loved the character, hated to see him end with the story and wanted to spend much, much more quality time with him with his clothes off. This is especially for Renee, pouting and demanding smut will get you everywhere. I only hope this will live up to your expectations.

DISCLAIMER: While Ian and Sara belong to WB, Top Cow, TNT and the rest of the world Luke and his friends belong only to me. How cool is that? Yes, he�s not around according to one story but remember, time isn�t linear. I can open my album and bring him out to play whenever I want.

Her Dark Knight
Chapter One

Luke was restless. He could feel the unspent energy coursing through his body, little electric sparks surging under his skin. His muscles twitched in an instinctive reaction. Reaching down he grasped the edge of the railing with gloved hands and looked down over the city. His unbound hair swirled around his head like a demonic halo, dancing in the cool air of the evening breezes that blew around him.

Here on the rooftops, it seemed a different world from the one below. The wind was bolder, the sounds more diffuse and distant. The people and cars on the city streets were smaller and less imposing. He tightened his grip on the rail. With his heightened senses the lights of the cars seemed to move first slower, then faster before his eyes. A distorted stream of color and muted sound. A world apart.

Luke let his gaze travel over the various buildings surrounding him; seeking a direction toward which to point his disturbed attention. He didn�t begrudge Sara and Ian their time together; but the sensory input he received from the two of them was distracting. It took an enormous effort of will to block out and not be overwhelmed by their passion. The battle he waged within himself left him on edge, pulsing with a jagged sense of want.

His thoughts were interrupted by a slight, unrhythmic noise that rose above the rest. A crash, then a bang. A feminine sob then a curse; then, faintly, in the background, the soft sound of music. His curiosity aroused he surveyed the windows before him, searching for the source. Within moments he had his answer. An apartment in the building next to the one he stood on. An open door wall on to the balcony, beyond it, a dimly lit room; inside that, the noise.

Luke grinned widely, his lips curled in enjoyment. A sense mystery called to him from the darkened habitat. Perhaps this would be the distraction he was looking for on this long, restless evening. With a cat-like grace he leapt to the top of the railing and with his arms lightly outstretched, unhesitantly jumped across to the other building, from the top of the railing on which he stood, over to the balcony of the apartment.

His black overcoat swirled in the winds behind him as he enjoyed the liberating few minutes of free-fall. His senses invigorated by the adrenaline rush, he landed lightly on the balcony. He stood silently outside the apartment, to the side of the door wall where his presence would be less noticeable.

The night wind was stronger at this level of the building, it softly blew into the apartment, billowing the pale curtains that hung inside. Like spectral fingers reaching in they pulled his gaze towards the interior. He could see that candles created the dim lighting; a vast assortment of candles. Almost every flat surface he could see had one or more lit candle set upon it. The gentle flames flickered under the touch of the wind, casting moving shadows on the walls.

The music was louder now that he closer. It was a faintly haunting melody, a soft, romantic instrumental that teased at his emotions. Luke smiled with pleasure as he moved soundlessly into the apartment, the beckoning curtain caressing his body in welcome before releasing him into the room.

The crashing noise came again. Quickly scanning the layout of the apartment, Luke headed towards he knew would be the bedroom. Another crash was followed by the sound of glass being shattered. Another curse was uttered. This time, he could hear the pain and frustration in the voice. He moved even closer to open bedroom door, slowly, silently, as unnoticeable as the shadows cast by the scented candles.

As Like watched, a object went flying across the open doorway, hitting the opposite wall. Again, the crash; again, the sound of glass breaking. Luke laughed to himself as he saw that the thrown object was a picture in a frame. It lay twisted and broken in the pile at the base of the wall; joining the others already there.

He looked into the bedroom and drew in a hissing breath at the vision in white he saw there. It was a woman, a small delicately framed woman. He could not yet see her face, but her long dark hair was unbound and hung in heavy, twisting curls down her back. She was wearing a white lace duster, her creamy skin gleaming through the lace cutouts. The duster swirled as she paced, fanning out to reveal a length of long, softly rounded thigh. Under the duster the vision was wearing what appeared to be a white satin teddy. White stockings covered her legs, held up by delicate lace garters.

Luke�s smile appeared again, this time with a harder, more dangerous edge to it. It would appear that his boredom was at an end. Here before him was a new toy with which he could amuse himself. The question was what would be the proper way to initiate the game? As he pondered his next move the vision picked up another picture frame and with a sob threw it against the wall. He watched in dark humor as it splintered apart.

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I must remember to pout more often! -- Lassar (renee), 06:14:04 07/08/02 Mon