who's your daddy? // luke hemmings

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sotc: hold on we're going home by ASTR

He looked taken back by his own words, furrowing his eyebrows and literally taking a step back.

"Woah, I'm sorry. That was a lot. I didn't mean to make-"

"No, don't apologize." I laughed. "It's fine, everyone.. expresses themselves differently?" I said more as a question and he laughed, shaking his head.

"Let's get change you out of this dress and get you changed." I nodded as he leaded us into my closet. He a grabbed random set of pajamas and set them on the dresser before kneeling beneath me, unclasping my heels and taking them off of my feet, tossing them to the side. Grabbing my dress and pulling it up my legs to my hips, he kissed from my knee to the middle of my thigh. It wasn't seductive at all, it was loving and innocent. He stood up, pulling the dress over my head and tossing it to the side. Feeling exposed and insecure, I covered my stomach with my arms and he looked at me with concerned eyes, pulling my arms away from my body and around his torso.

"Don't be insecure, baby. You don't have to hide from me. I think you are so beautiful and I don't want perfection." He pecked my forehead I was blushing mad hard. Nobody has every said something like that to me, not even Brad.

I don't know what came over me, but I just hugged him with all of my strength. He made me so happy and he knew it. I didn't care of I was almost naked, or that he was twice my age. I just wanted to hold him and take in his scent and listen to his even breathing. Who did he think he was to get under my skin like this? I pulled away and Luke had this stupid grin on his face as he rested his forehead on mine.

"What are you doing to me?" He mumbled. I blushed and looked down, but he tilted my chin up and kissed me so slowly. He pulled away and pecked all over my face and neck, causing me to go into a fit of giggles.

"Luke- oh, I see I'm interrupting something." I jumped and looked at my closet door to see Michael at the door. Remembering that I am only in my undergarments, I hid behind Luke and they both laughed at me.

"What are you doing here?" Luke chuckled.

"I saw you storm out and I felt bad. I don't know what has been up with Calum lately."

"Yeah, you're telling me." I spoke up and Luke reached out to grab my clothes from the dresser and handed them to me. I started changing my clothes while Luke and Michael talked.

"How is Darla?"

"Crabby. She was complaining that she had work the next morning and that she wanted to go home."

"It's only 9:30." Luke shrugged as I buttoned my shirt.

"That's what I said!"

"Why don't you two go out?" I asked. "It's a Saturday." I said as I rummaged through my dresser to find some socks, grabbing some frilly pink ones and putting them on.

"It's not a bad idea..." Michael added.

"Well, what about you?" Luke questioned me.

"What about me? I'm okay by myself." I smiled and he shuffled on his feet.

"Yeah, but what if-"

"What if I get kidnapped? What if I get hurt? I'm in the comfort of my own house with high security and weapons, like, everywhere. I can handle myself." I stood my ground and crossed my arms, creating a smirk on Michael's face.

"Okay, you're right. Michael and I will just go to a nearby bar so if you need me, just call me." To make him feel better, I just agreed.

"Alright." I smiled.