Foreign Exchange // Punk Luke Hemmings

Dream

I didn't go downstairs for the rest of the day. How was I supposed to? With Luke down there, and Danny ready to tease me at any moment, it was like I was a surfer, and they were the sharks. Visible below the surface, circling beneath me, waiting to attack.

I decided it was worth not eating dinner if it meant not having to deal with those two.

At around eleven, I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. I'd been doing homework all day, trying to keep myself occupied. After going through my nightly routine, I changed into a pair of Soffe shorts and a big t-shirt before climbing into my bed.

I scrolled through my twitter and Instagram feeds for about twenty minutes before I decided to go to bed. It was almost midnight anyway.

Though I wish I didn't fall asleep.

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I opened my eyes, laying in my bed, though for some reason I was on top of the sheets, not under them. The bed was neatly made beneath me, and I frowned with confusion.

That's when I realised I was wearing a short, tight black dress. It was gorgeous, but where did it come from?

I heard footsteps and looked up just in time to see a figure emerge from the bathroom. He wore a button down shirt and black skinny jeans, his hair gelled up in a perfectly sculpted quiff.

Luke.

He smiled, coming over to the bed. I raised myself up on my elbows, my breath hitching in my throat as he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto my bed.

Hovering over me, he pushed me back down on the bed, his fingers trailing slowly across my cheek, over my jaw, down my neck. I could only stare up at him, unable to say stop, or move to push him away.

His lips brushed along my exposed collarbone, making my eyes flutter shut. Why did that make me happy? Why did I like the soft touches, the gentle kisses, the way he so carefully placed himself above me, allowing me to feel every part of him pressed against me, yet he didn't smush me under his weight?

His mouth trailed up my neck, pausing beneath my ear to bite my skin softly. He peppered my jaw with feather-light kisses, before his lips connected with mine.

It was soft at first, gentle, like he didn't want to hurt me. His hand rested on my hip, fingers moving in slow circles. But it quickly grew heated. Our mouths moved together in perfect harmony. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, silently requesting entrance, which I gave him as I parted my lips. His piercing dug into my skin, the pressure making this seem so real.

His hand crept down my leg, hooking under my knee to pull it up. Then he trailed his fingers back up my leg slowing once he reached the bottom of the short black dress. He slid the hem up with ease and grace, allowing his fingers to rest on my upper thigh.

All the while he kissed me. I lost myself, tangling my own fingers in his long blonde hair. I discovered that if I tugged on it gently, a small moan or gasp would escape his lips, making me grin. Our tongues danced between mouths. My hand crept down his neck to the buttons on his shirt. I slowly undid them, one by one. My skin would brush his, electricity racing through my body.

Finally, I got all the buttons undone. Without breaking the kiss, he whipped it off, tossing it down with our shoes. I allowed my hands to explore the hard planes of his chest, his skin hot beneath mine. His lips moved from mine back down to my neck, where he bit and licked spot after spot. My fingers dug into his back as my own arched slightly with pleasure.

But the passionate kisses turned dark then. He became rough and demanding, his hands moving the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I protested softly, but he simply silenced my attempts with his mouth. He bit down hard on my lip, and I tasted blood in my mouth.

I tried again to get him off of me, pushing against his muscles chest. The only response was him pausing for a brief moment to look at me hungrily. "You're mine," he growled in my ear.

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My eyes flew open as I sat up quickly. I couldn't see anything for a moment, then remembered it was still night time. I looked at my clock. 3:27 am.

It was only a dream. Just a dream. I said this over and over in my head, but I could feel his hands on my skin, feel his lips against mine, on my jaw, my cheek, my neck.

The truth was that some part of me, however small it was, wished that were real.

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A/N: okay so that was kinda short. I just wanted to say that I kinda had a ton of fun writing that. I know it got pretty into it, but For some reason I like writing intense stuff like that. ;) I hope you all enjoyed this little taste of what's in store for Haylee and Luke and I hope to update very soon!

~CC