I stand up and I have to steady myself in order to keep me from falling over. I follow Luke up the stairs. We both grasp the railing tightly. Then he opens a door. We walk down this darkly lit hallway and then into a decently large kitchen.
Luke gets the cookies out and starts to break apart the dough to set it on trays. I turn on the oven. I start to go up to 350.
"Woah woah woah!" Luke says as I pass 250. He takes over and brings it down to 175. "You trying to kill us?" He laughs.
I stare at the oven in confusion. I look over at him next to me and we make eye contact.
"175 is too low! It's 350." I pout.
"Fucking Americans." Luke sighs.
The oven beeps and he puts the cookies in the oven. I stand in the corner of the counters and face towards Luke. He stands next to me, leaning over the counter. I begin to like his cigarette scent.
"Why do your parents want to meet me again?" He asks.
I move some my back is leaning against the counter right next to him. "My brother asked if I told them about you."
He stands up with his arms crossed. Luke looks down at me. "And why would you tell them about me?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know..."
Luke gives me a half smile, probably for comfort. "They're suspicious down there too, you know."
I stare up at him, feeling more relaxed than ever. "So what's the story then? What do we tell them?"
"Shit I don't know." Luke laughs. "We've got ten minutes on the timer, though."
I blush immensely. I've got to say, being drunk gives me way too much confidence. It gives me the 'ehhh what the hell?' confidence.
I step forward and Luke grabs on to my waist. The second I tilt my head up, Luke connects our lips. My heart pounds heavily as our lips collide again and again. The prickliness of his scruff causes itchiness on my face. He smells of smoke. I feel like I'm inhaling some in my own lungs from our kisses. It's a bit refreshing. Luke doesn't hold back from making small moans through our kisses. He also tastes strongly like alcohol. He's drunk drunk.
The kisses start out slow and deep. So deep that it begins to push me backwards. I end up hitting the fridge.
Luke's hand slides slowly down my waist to my hip. Then it finds it's way over my right butt cheek. As it slides over, I gasp against his kisses. Then he holds my thigh in his hand, bent around his body. The other hand does the same. The second he lifts my other thigh, his body tightly presses mine against the fridge. Some magnets fall to the ground. I find myself panting. I wrap my legs tightly around his torso.
Our kisses intensify. His forceful lips part mine and his tongue slips through. Our tongues collide and I find myself wanting more.
"How far have you gone with someone?" Luke whispers with our foreheads touching. His cold hands slip under my shirt.
I look him in the eyes and I see that he is more determined than ever. I debate on what to say, as I'm embarrassed with my lack of experience.
"Kissing." I pant.
I feel his hands move slowly around my stomach, higher and higher. I shutter.
Luke smirks. "You've never been touched before, have you?"
Now I feel his fingers playing with the middle bar in between my bra, connecting the sides. I realize that my shirt is halfway off already. I also realize he can see my stomach and soon my breasts.
"I-I'm insecure." I whisper.
His eyes I notice are a darker shade of blue.
"It's okay." Luke says calmly. "We can take it slow, yeah?"
I nod my head nervously. I know I have to get over it sometime.
We keep our eye contact tight. His hand slides over slowly to my left breast. Gently his fingers rub on top of my bra. So gently that I can barely feel it. What makes it good is knowing he's touching me there. Then the rubbing becomes a light massage on top of my bra. Then it becomes a rough massage with a squeeze. It causes me to gasp. His hand moves to the other one and does the same. For some reason, that causes the area in between my legs to feel more sensitive.
"I'm going to go under it, okay?" He explains.
I nod once again.
He brings his lips to my forehead and kisses me gently on there. I burry my face into his neck and I close my eyes.
His hand slowly goes from on top of my bra to just below my breasts. His hands sneak under the bottom wire slowly and I just anticipate what I will feel.
Creeeek.
I'm dropped to my feet and Luke runs across the kitchen to the oven. That's when everyone files into the kitchen. They must've came up from the basement.
"Are the cookies done yet?"
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Fanfiction"Luke," I cry. He interrupts me. "I need you to trust me. Please. I love you and I would never hurt you. We're going to get out of here."
