What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
And he looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at
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"Hey Lu... thank you for everything tonight" Eleanor mumbled, her tiny fingers played with the zip on the blondes leather jacket as they lingered outside her apartment door.
His heart skipped a beat hearing his shortened name slipping past her lips. Luke brought his finger up, neatly tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"Anytime baby, I'm pleased you're feeling better." His fingers ghosted over her cheek.
Eleanor looked up at him like he was everything her soul had ever been searching for. His touch, his words melted away the anxiety that had so harshly surged her body earlier in the evening.
His goddamn blue eyes sucked her in and the world had finally stopped spinning.
The way she looked at him, it was as if he was a beacon of light and it hit him so deep in the core, nobody had ever looked at him like that before.
For once he didn't feel invisible, he felt needed.
Her almost grey eyes put their trust in him and he didn't know why - he couldn't understand it but he was learning fast to accept it.
Luke leaned in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips met hers. In sync, their lips moved, arms pulling each other closer as if they would fall apart if they weren't fully connected. His fingertips pressed harder into her cheek, deepening the kiss as if the world was ending and this was their final moment.
Her head spun, hazy, intoxicated by him and his sweet lips. Eleanor's fingertips clung to his jacket scared she would fall if her grip wasn't tight enough. Her lungs needed air but not oxygen, they needed him, for he had become her oxygen.
Her dainty fingers clasped tighter and tighter and the room fell away.
Luke had never experienced being this entranced by a kiss, his heart thudded aggressively as his lungs exploded against his ribcage. His scrambling hands failed to bring her close enough despite the lack of space between them. Her body was completely pressed against his, the euphoric feeling almost too much to believe it was real.
Her tongue glided so softly against his lips, begging for him, for more and he granted it with haste.
And it's like he's kissing her for the first time again, her taste reminding him that he's starving, starving for her. He had kissed others before, but it didn't feel like this. It didn't burn him alive like Eleanor did.
Luke was unsure if it lasted a minute or an hour as time ceased every time their lips collided.
He didn't know it until now and even then, he was still unsure of the feeling, but his soul felt like it had finally found the thing he had been waiting for, a person he had waited his whole life for.
