sinking ships - succession

chapter twelve

      After Lukas visited her in New York, she visited him in Sweden.

He took her to a restaurant in Gothenburg (which is where he said he grew up). He actually drove to the restaurant in a Maserati. Their security team followed in another car. She told him she had no clue how to drive which made him stare in disbelief and he promised that he'd teach her if she wanted him to.

But while they drove, she would've focused on the sights if it wasn't for his hand on her thigh. It started with him absentmindedly (or at least that's what she thought it was) placing his hand on the skin of her leg just below her dress to get her attention. Then it just sort of rested there but each time he would say something about what to look at his hand clenched on her thigh.

He had large hands so one hand went across the whole top of her leg and his fingers were resting on the inside of her thigh. Each time she even moved, her thighs would rub against his fingers. It made her all tingly down there with how close his hand was to a certain area. And she had never felt that way before. Not even with Jack.

With Jack, his touch comforted her (and so did Lukas) but it never drove her crazy. This touch from Lukas made her run hot like her blood was passion and fire.

She didn't know what to do about it. It was an alien feeling so she assumed she should just get rid of it. Cause didn't fire burn out?

So she merely grabbed his hand and entwined it with hers atop her lap. She didn't feel his fingers between her thighs anymore and didn't have to think about what exactly she wanted to occur with said fingers.

         And Lukas was completely unaware of her dilemma. He only merely gained a little grin once she held his hand.

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         At the restaurant, she had finished eating. Lukas had ordered a smorgasbord of everything and she had liked it. She was now asking him about his work, Gojo, and if he was going to take her there. But he was hiding something.

         He scratched his neck nervously, "Uh, I don't know."

          "Lukas."

          "Okay, so my director of comms, Ebba, well..." he started to explain as he shrugged like it was no big deal. "We had this thing."

            "Uh huh," she had an amused smile.

            "But she doesn't mean anything," he quickly added. "She means nothing, actually."

            "Wow, Lukas. So caring," she replied. "Is that how you speak of every woman you date? Is that how'd you'd speak of me?"

            "Well, I mean...I don't..." he stumbled over his words. "Fuck. I'm trying to say they mean nothing compared to you. And I'd never say anything bad about you."

              "Really?" she smiled.

               "Yeah," he admitted quietly. "Look, I don't go good with the whole feelings thing so can we...let's just drop it, yeah?"

            "Okay," she agreed. "So are you going to let me see where you work?"

            "Well, things are bit weirded with Ebba," Lukas stated.

             "How so?"

              "As a sort of joke about what not to do, I...sent her some of my blood," he revealed. "Half a liter of frozen blood brick. I only did it once though because then...then I met you."