Leather & Lace ✔

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"Why are you so giggly today?" Luke chuckled, hovering over me.

"I'm happy." I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Luke smiled, grabbing my waist before pampering my face with kisses.

"That tickles!" I squealed as Luke kissed my jawline.

"What? My stubble?" Luke laughed.

"Yeah." I whispered, running my hand along his jawline where the hair prickled my skin.

"What do you think would happen if i grew a beard?" He mused.

"I'd break up with you." I replied.

"Wow, thanks for the support." Luke said sarcastically.

I smiled, "Anytime."

We stayed quiet for a bit, staring at eachother. His eyes always looked brighter when we was with me.

Everytime I saw him in the hall he'd stare straight ahead with his eyes so dark they looked navy.

"Your eyes." I whispered, tracing the skin below his eye.

He closed his eyes before fluttering them open, "What about them."

"They look like they hold the prettiest oceans in them."

He let out a loud, coyote like laugh, "That..was the cheesy-est thing I've EVER heard."

I pouted, "I like cheesy."

"Oh really?" He said before flipping us over so I was on top of him and he was laying down on the bed. "I think, that your eyes look like beautiful emeralds."

I smiled, leaning down to brush our noses together.

"You have the cutest little button nose." I stated.

"I am not cute." Luke scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah, you're punk rock." I said, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. "but you'd look so nice in a sweater. Oh! Could you wear one? Please? For me?"

Luke sighed, "For you."

"You know...you have the legs for a skirt."

"No! Putting the foot down, drawing the line. No skirts!"

I laughed, "M kidding. But you could pull it off."

"Sweaters only, Mikey."

"Alright." I said before sitting up.

I settled down on Luke's thighs, my knees on either side of him.

"What are you doing, baby?" Luke questioned, his hands immediately finding my hips.

"Being on top." I responded, wiggling my bum slightly, "right where I belong."

"You're funny, baby." He said. "But I top around here."

"Oh really?" I said, leaning over him.

Within seconds he had my hands pinned up above my head and a knee between my legs with his body hovering over mine.

"Yeah, really."

"Maybe you'll have to show me one day." I whispered.

"One day." Luke mumbled against my neck.

I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, letting his lips kiss the skin around my throat.

He still had my wrists tied under his warm hand. I wanted desperately to run my hand through his soft, honey hair.

I whimpered slightly, "What's wrong baby?"

"Wanna touch your hair."

|Luke|

Michael blushed as he spoke, embarrassed. I let go of his hands, letting him rake them through my messy hair.

I continued to mark up his neck, making the hickeys a light pink so they weren't THAT noticeable. Mikey tilted his head so I had more access.

"I could kiss your skin and your lips all day." I sighed.

"We have an hour." Michael replied.

I chuckled and moved down to his collarbones. Having to move his shirt a little, I held it down so it wouldn't bounce back to cover his collarbones.

"It's going to look like you have graffiti on you." I noticed, going back up and sucking on his earlobe.

"Yeah, but it's your graffiti."

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*falls down stairs* CLEMMINGS

~Cookie Xx