You heard the strong patter of the rain hitting your roof. After a few seconds of just listening to it, sitting in the nice peace, Luke walked in. "What are you doing?" He asked as if what you were doing was unnatural.
"I'm listening to the rain." You responded with a tiny frown at his tone.
"It's raining?" He asked, crinkling his nose.
You rolled your eyes and strolled over to the window, flinging the curtain open. "In case you're too deaf to hear it." You gestured toward the view outside.
He rolled his eyes, moving closer to you. "You do know what that means, don't you?" He asked, a sly smirk on his face.
"We don't have to water the grass?"
"No, it means..." He quickly picked you up and gently flung you over his shoulder while he started to run down the hall. "Tickle fight!"
"Luke!" You screamed as he put you down on the bed, his hands moving all over your body.
He only actually tickled you for thirty seconds before leaning down and connecting his lips to yours. His hands started to softly move down your body to your hips. Luke crept up on the bed, his knees on either side of yours, without breaking the kiss. You couldn't help but reach your hands to his bum, squeezing it, causing him to jump, startled. You laughed once his lips left yours and his body was upright. "Luke, I love you." You kept laughing.
"You know I hate that." He whined, sticking his bottom lip out.
"That's too bad, you have to live with me, and I'm an ass girl. Like you're a boob guy. But, let's be real, your ass is pretty nice. Like your legs." He shot a serious look at you before leaning back down, leaving his trail of kisses, starting on your neck.
