Age is But A Number (L.H. Fic)

Chapter 38

*Warning of smut ahead, do not read if you are not comfortable with it. Thank you*

Once we had arrived at the venue we closed ourselves off in the dressing room. Honestly I was glad that Luke could pick up that I didn't really want to be bothered.

He plopped himself down on the couch as he watched me walk back and forth around the room as I pulled out outfits for each of the boys as well as setting up my vanity area.

For a while I immersed myself in my work, I heard nothing going on around me. I didn't want to let my mind start to focus on what's happening in my personal life.

Demi

It was a soft murmur as I continued to space out as I organized my combs and hair products, "Demi." It was suddenly loud as a warm hand gently wrapped around my wrist causing me to jump.

I had totally forgotten that Luke was here. When he grabbed me I instantly met his baby blues "What?" He frowned at me.

"I was asking if you were okay since you weren't answering. Demi talk to me, I don't want you to suffer alone." His frown softened as well as his grip.

"I'm sorry Luke I'm just, I'm a little on edge. I just don't want to stop long enough for my brain to start thinking about all the bad shit." My voice was laced with exhaustion and worry. He must have noticed because he pulls me over to the couch and sits me on his lap.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I stammered as my face lit up light a stop light. His nimble hands took hold of my shoulders where they met my neck as he began to give me a massage.

"I just want to help you relax." The way he kneaded my muscles had me rolling my head to the side with my eyes closed.

"We have a couple hours until the show. You need some sleep Dem. You've only gotten what? Two hours maybe?" My only response to his worry was a low moan.

As his hands went lower down to my lower back I felt my skin erupt in goosebumps. His touch started to make butterflies stir in my stomach as well as a warmth.

I knew that he was aware what he was doing to me. That prick. He finally made his move when I felt his lips take place where his hands once were on my neck.

His hands gripped my hips as his lips traveled up my neck, along my jaw to the corner of my mouth I couldn't stop myself from pushing further.

In a quick move I had spun around so I was straddling his lap, my lips were on his like my life depended on it. When I kissed him it made me feel alive. My entire body tingled from head to toe; his blonde locks were like silk in between my fingers as I tugged lightly at the hair at the base of his neck.

The warmth of the hard metal on my lips pulled another moan from my lips. He took that advantage to deepen the kiss. As our tongues fought for dominance I pulled him closer while I pressed my chest to his.

He whispered my name against my mouth before detaching out lips, I gasped for breath. His lips never left my skin. Instead they attached themselves to the soft skin just below my jaw earning himself a gasp from me.

He smirked, he had found my weak spot. His fingers worked their way under my shirt as they brushed my ribs. Every place he touched it felt like my skin was on fire, he was driving me insane.

I have never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. I pulled away just enough for him to lift my shirt and pull it over my head leaving me breathless in my jeans and bra. My hair was wild around my face as I looked him in the eyes.

His eyes burned with intense desire and lust. The normal baby blue of them had changed to a bright sapphire. I was such a sucker for his eyes, if he looked at me like this all the time I would be putty in his hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks timidly. I could hear the hesitation in his voice. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid I was still mad at him. I could see it.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." I reassured him and that was all it took before our walls were tore down and we didn't hold back.

He captured my lips with his again as he picked me up and moved me so I was laying on the couch beneath him. My fingers played with the hairs at the base of his skull again before skimming through his hair to running down his body so it was my turn to undress him.

Normally I knew that was he self conscious when he wasn't wearing a shirt but in this moment nothing mattered. He kissed down my neck again, down to just above my chest. I swear he could hear my pounding heart.

I quickly fumbled with his jeans and he let out a chuckle as he helped me, leaving him in his ninja turtle boxers. I met his gaze with a grin and I pulled him back to me, his lips crashing onto mine.

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After much kissing and sensual touches we were facing each other in our underwear. He pulled me close and reached around, skillfully unhooking my bra. Now I was nervous.

I can't remember the last time a boy had seen me naked and the last one who had made me feel so incredibly ugly. It was as if my uncertainty showed on my face because Luke looked me in the eyes, "Demi. You are beautiful and I'm sorry for hurting you so badly. I want you and all of you, I want you to be the one I wake up next to, the one that I can happily say is my girl. Please know that you mean everything to me."

His words washed away all my unease, "I do Luke. I believe you." I whispered and pulled him to me. In a few short moments he had stripped me of my last remaining clothing as I him. His skin felt hot and soft against mine as he whispered sweet words in my ear as he slowly eased himself into me.

I let out a gasp and arched my back into him, my chest met his as he wrapped his arm around my body, holding me up a bit as his thrusts became faster, harder.

"Oh god, Luke." I gasped out in between moans. His lips swallowed up my moans as he released some of his own. His deep, husky moans sent another wave of warmth to my lower abdomen.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I dug my nails into his broad back. The faster he went I closer I was getting to my release, my moans became deeper and louder. My stomach tightened as one last, loud moan escaped, " Luke!"

He answered back with a deep moan of his own as he met his own release. He barley held himself up with his arms as my legs were still wrapped around his waist and my fingers in his hair.

"Holy shit." He panted, his hot breath brushed against my neck. He pulled out and pressed kisses to my face before he pulled me up with him.

My face was bright red and I was struggling to regain my breath as we fumbled to put our clothes back on. We didn't want anyone to walk in on us, the show was going to start soon and the others would arrive.

"Demi, I meant everything I said. You are special to me." He cups my cheeks, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the right words to say.

"I..I think I'm falling in love with you." He keeps looking me in the eye and I know he means it.

"Luke. I'm afraid of my feelings but I know that I feel the same way." He smiles at me and kisses me softly.

"Good. Because I don't want anyone but you. I don't care what our fans say or what anyone says, I want you in my life as more than just my stylist." The way he speaks to me makes me forget that he's nineteen.

But I could care less. I love him and that's all that matters.

How I'm sorry guys if that sucked. It's been wayyyy too long since I've written smut. But pleas vote and comment, tell me how it was(: