What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
All it takes is for one moment, one small seemingly insignificant moment, to change the complete course of the rest of your life
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'It's too dark for you angel' repeated in her head as the rain continued to thrash against their bodies.
Luke released his grip from her almost trembling body and started to back away.
Eleanor could hear her heartbeat so loud in her ear, it was a miracle the whole of San Diego couldn't hear it too.
She couldn't let him walk away, fuck, she wanted him, she needed him more specifically Eleanor needed his lips...maybe even his hands.
Yanking his wrist, she pulled Luke back towards her, spinning him around, fists full of his jacket as she pinned him up against the wall, a hiss escaping his lips as the cold water hit the back of his neck.
Eleanor grabbed his face demanding his eye contact.
"Look at me..." she breathed,
"Stop fucking around Luke, the darkness never scared me so neither will you," her voice crystal clear; she had never felt so certain.
An involuntary groan escaped Luke's lips in response.
His breath had been taken in more ways than one: one, from the force in which Eleanor had him up against the wall, it had quite literally knocked the air out of him and two, from her reluctance to give up on him.
The way her pretty blue eyes stared up at him unforgivingly- no hesitation, not a single flicker, had him beyond weak.
He felt like he couldn't breathe, his whole body seized under her control and for the first time in his life, a rush of colour spread across his face, heat creeping throughout his body.
The sudden change of control had Luke speechless and hot under the collar.
Eleanor almost collapsed to the floor seeing the colour flush his cheeks, the way he brought his lip so harshly under his teeth, stifled an almost inaudible groan from her as she noticed the slight trace of blood from sometime prior to this.
There was no doubt in her mind on how she felt about him and for the first time, she didn't doubt how he felt, it was obvious.
Desire built in her lower body at the sight of his drenched body. His curls dripped with rain as his tank clung to his muscle clad torso. The sheer sight of this man was achingly torture and in all honesty, the rain wasn't the only reason she was soaked.
"But-" Luke started to argue but Eleanor blocked his speech with her index finger pushed into his lips. Dominance flooded her eyes as she took control, Luke embracing it, even welcoming it.
Eleanor dipped her head underneath the right side of his jaw and planted a kiss at the base of his ear, making her way down his jawline, the stubble brushing against her skin creating the most amazing sensation that sent flutters down below.
