What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
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"She's in the living room" Jess giggled as she and Chase looked on in anticipation, from behind the door.
Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, he was speechless.
She was art.
So exquisitely made.
A timeless black jumpsuit was wrapped around her body. Stretching across her chest, it had no straps and Luke almost fell to his knees looking at her bare shoulders and the faint marks, a gift from him, from the night before.
The middle section split away from the trousers. Two thin black straps were tied in a cross shape around her waist. The fitted black pants flared down her leg and two slits started from the bottom of the leg and finished near the top of her upper thigh allowing for the bareness of her legs to contrast with the material, it was so damn hot.
Luke adored her makeupless in his kitchen, with a tied up messy bun and in his t-shirt, but he couldn't help but appreciate how stunning she looked right now.
She was a goddess, unreal, ethereal.
Luke stepped towards her, the silence deafening.
"You are breathtaking El" he smiled, taking her hand and spinning her around. Eleanor blushed deeply at his compliment.
"These are for you sweetheart" Luke passed the flowers to her, his heart fluttering at her wide-eyed response.
"Oh Lu, wildflowers are my favorite" she gushed, giddy. Bringing the flowers to her nose, lavender tickled her senses. Opening her eyes, Luke pointed to the little blue ones.
"So the florist told me these little blue ones are called forget-me-nots, the blue reminded me of you," he smiled shyly as he took her painted nails in his hands.
"You thought of me?" Her gaze moved to his twinkling eyes.
"I never stop," he confirmed, placing a kiss on her cheek, holding her close to his frame for a second, enjoying the contact; warm and desired.
Eleanor studied his attire, the red silk shirt playing dangerous games in her mind.
Luke in red would forever be her favorite. The combination between his ocean blue eyes, bleach blonde curls and crimson red, would never not make her weak at the knees. It flipped her stomach and caused her to ache in places where only he could make her feel good.
But he had buttoned it up way too high for her liking, maybe it was to be reserved around Chase, she wasn't sure.
Both of her hands rested either side flattening the collar, slightly tugging him closer, his hands resting on the small of her back. The slight increase of contact had both breathless, internally screaming and wishing they didn't have to go out.
