Luke Hemmings Imagines

The morning after

I turned over and looked at Luke's face. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I scooted close and hid my bare chest in his side. "Babe.." I whispered, and shook him a little. He wrapped his arm protectively around me, and snuggled his naked body closer to mine. "Good morning.." He whispered, and closed his eyes again.

I pulled the blankets further up, and rubbed up and down his bare sides. He snuggled his face into my neck, and placed a small kiss there. "I love you.." I whispered softly, running a hand through his hair. "I love you more." He said, and held me tighter.

He scooted up, and rested his forehead on mine. I looked up into his eyes, and smiled. He pulled me into his chest, and hid my body. Luke always uses himself to hide my bare body even when it's just us, and it makes me happy. I'm happy to know that even when I'm completely nude, Luke still doesn't have roaming hands, and he doesn't touch me when I don't want it, but he keeps me to himself.

He pulled the blankets over our shoulders, and continued to just look into my eyes as we both smiled like idiots. I ran my hand up and down his back, and brushed my nose across his.

"You look so beautiful." He whispered, and I blushed, looking down at his lips. I leaned in softly, and pressed my lips to his, kissing him for a few seconds. I loved days like this when we simply didn't care about morning breath, or our clammy bodies tangled together, or the things we should get done today, but we just stopped. We just stopped everything that was going on outside, and ignored it, leaving us to enjoy the time we had together.