Imagines

Luke p3

The movie started and the theater turned from small chats to hushed whispers.
The movie was surprisingly funny. Luke laughed a couple times. His nose srunches up and dimples form.
You loved his laugh. Sharing inside jokes was one of the best parts of your friendship.
The romantic half of the romantic-comedy kicked in. It was a sex scene. The same boy-on-top-of-girl position as any other movie.
Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh. Luke. You're not sure if he's joking with you (since the couple on the screen are getting it on) or if he's being serious. No, he can't be - he's your best friend.
Then Luke is inching his way towards the upper half of your thigh.
"Luke," you whisper.
"What's wrong, y/n? Can't handle a little turn-on?"
You blush in the darkness. Is he seriously making a move on you? His hand is now closer, almost to your underwear.
'Why did I wear a skirt?'
Although instead of pushing his hand away, a small moan escaped your lips. His finger was brushing against the lace of your underwear.
"Shh," Luke hushed putting a finger from his other hand to your lips, "don't want to disturb the audience."
You mumbled a "Mhm."
He took his hand away from your mouth and grabbed your hand, rubbing over it with his thumb, "Let's take this scene somewhere else."