AFFLICTION- LRH

Fun Is For Children.

Maeve's POV:

Opening my eyes to the bright light circulating through the room, I feel an immediate pressure against my stomach, along with a feathery feeling brushing against my skin.

Looking down, I notice Lukes head against my stomach, his curly hair laying across my bare skin showing from my lift up shirt, his face pressed against my lower section as he was taking deep breaths.

He kept his arm once again wrapped within my thighs, almost as if he was a kid cuddling their favorite toy during the night. I feel my lips smirk.

He really wanted me to sleep in the same bed as him in his most vulnerable state, and they always say drunk words are sober thoughts.

My only question was, why can't he be as sweet when he's sober?

He had his guard up always, hiding something from the world that he never wanted others to see. I would've never guessed he had a sister who died if he hadn't said something, and I would be a liar if I didn't feel like the shittiest person in the world knowing I once tried to use that box to break out.

His sisters ashes have to be in the small, delicate, white box. I just assumed maybe it was decoration.

He never told me he had a sister when we knew each other growing up, but he had always been a private person. Even when he quit talking to me and disappeared from my life, I always wondered what I had done wrong.

But now, I'm starting to believe it was never me all along.

Just him fighting his own demons.

My eyes have yet to lift from his soft curls, and it's taking everything in me not to run my fingers through them. They just look so good.

So defined.

Fuck it, one time couldn't hurt anything, right?

Slowly, I lift my hand up and reach down, my fingers threaded their way into his hair. I move them around slowly, trying my best to not wake up the beast.

I was correct, his hair was soft. His curls were natural too, he never used product.

What the hell am I doing?

My fingers are in the hair of a man who abducted me, a man who made me feel like shit any chance he got, yet I can't find it in me to pull my hand back.

Maybe it's more so the thought of knowing he would never let me do this again, because as soon as he wakes up he will lose his shit and kick me out of the bed.

Is it bad I was trying to just live in the moment?

My fingers were beginning to cramp, but instead of pulling my hand away I just let them rest in his mess of curls. The softness seemed to bring me comfort, because for once I didn't feel over the edge.

"Why'd you stop?"

I feel my body freeze. Luke stirred a moment in the sheets, his head not once lifting from my stomach as he  inhales deeply, his hand reaching up blindly to find my own, motioning for me to continue to rub his head.

"I'm..I'm sorry." I stutter, feeling my cheeks begin to redden from the sudden embarrassment of getting caught, "I thought you were still asleep."

"I was," his voice was raspy, "but you didn't need to stop."

"Didn't want to make you mad, I guess."

Luke only snorts, untangling his arm from my legs as he sits up, his palms rubbing harshly against his eyes before looking around the room, then down to me, "can I ask what you're doing in the bed with me?"