kat :: lrh (discontinued - read edited version!!)

seven

I wanted to tell him to run away with me.

Not in any kiddish way as they do in the movies, where the run off and fall in love just for it all to end, or to live happily ever after.

No, that's not what I want. I want him. All of him. I want Luke to love me and I'll love him too. I want to buy an apartment and settle down with him. I just can't do that.

I continue racing through the hallways of hell, also known as high school, as I finally make my way to sixth period, sitting at my desk in the back of the room, the seat next to Michael.

He rushed into the room, taking his seat quickly beside me, his books dropping to the floor.

"I've had a shitty day." He groans, running his fingers through his hair and bending over to pick up his books. I sit with my pen between my teeth, watching as his shirt tightens against his back as his muscular arms move, gathering his books and placing them in his desk.

"I'm sorry." I chuckle back to him, "About your shitty day." He smiles widely as the class begins, my thoughts drifting off about Luke, if he would be at my house when I got there, and if I should go straight to his house.

I stand as the bell rings, Michael's eyes locking with mine. "Wanna come over?" He asks me with a wide smile.

"We could go somewhere else? Maybe to dinner or something." I smile back at him. "I'd love to to that."

"It's a date." He chuckles, "Thanks for giving me a chance."

-

Michael ended up driving me home to change, his car parking in my driveway as he followed me into the living room, his fingers intertwined with mine.

What the hell am I doing?

Luke walked into the living room with a wide smile on his face and a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

His smile faded as his eyes glared at Michael and I's hands, the bowl falling to the ground and shattering as his eyes filled with sadness and anger.

His mind seemed to catch up as he got on his knees and picked up the shards of glass from the ground.

"Don't do that." I scold Luke, getting on my knees next to him. "You'll cut yourself."

"I don't care." Luke says, anger in his voice.

"I do." I whisper to him, standing and putting my hands out. "Get up, will you?"

He takes my hand and pulls himself up, quietly thanking me as he puts his lips to my ear, whispering in a soft voice, "You're in for punishment." Before walking away.

-

Michael walked me to my door, pecking my lips and whispering a goodbye to me before walking to his car and driving away.

I walked into my house, slamming the door behind me and walking up to my room, Luke sitting on my bed with his hands in his hair.

He stands and strides over to me, pinning my hands above my head, pushing me against the closed door and furiously pushing his lips to mine.

He switches the light off and turns my small lamp on, removing his shirt as I remove mine.

I lay on the bed and he hovers over me, his lips attaching mine as he roughly kisses me. He pulls away, unclasping my bra and his eyes traveling down my body.

He removes my pants and panties along with his jeans and boxers as his hand travels down to my heat. My heart begins to pound wildly as he speeds his lips up against mine.

"Do you still wanna?" He asks, his voice raspy and low. I nod, pulling his face to mine as he pulls my black comforter over us. "You really do?"

"Yes, daddy." I groan and he nods.

"It's going to hurt." He mumbles, "Just tell me if you want me to stop."

He aligns himself with me before pushing himself in. The stretching began immediately, my heart pounding as the pain took over my whole lower body. Luke moaned continuously, leaving marks all over my skin as he thrusted.

Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as he continued to move, his pace staying slow and steady. I squeeze my eyes shut as Luke removes his lips from my neck.

His movements stop and his fingers wipe away the tears, his large hand pushing my hair out of my face.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, "I can, baby."

"No, no." I answer, my voice shaky.

Within a few more seconds, he seems to become weak as he removes himself from me completely, letting his orgasm go onto my sheets.

He lay beside me, pulling my naked body to his and kissing my forehead. "You did good." He mumbles to me.

I nod, attempting to keep my legs together to relieve some of the pain that was continuing between them. "I'll take care of you." He whispers to me, "Forever."

He held me for the rest of the night until I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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