Leather & Lace ✔

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"What are you doing for summer break?"

"Hanging out with you." I said, setting my hand on top of his and lacing our fingers together.

Luke smiled, "I like that idea."

I sighed contently and rested my head on his chest.

"You're so pretty." Luke hummed, moving my fringe out if my eyes.

"Do you think I'd look pretty with my hair dyed pink?" I questioned.

"Seriously?" He asked, excited.

"I might dye it. I'm not sure yet."

"Dye it pink! You'll look so cute. Or maybe yellow for Pikachu."

"Pink. I have this really cute pink dress and it'll match perfectly." I said.

"Could we do it now?" Luke questioned.

"I don't want to get up and I'm not dressed." I whined.

"You can wear my clothes." He offered.

"You're a very funny, 6'4 giraffe." I retorted.

"Please baby. Please." Luke whined.

"Once we get back will you put on a skirt?" I countered.

"If you promise not to tell anyone ever. Then yes, I'll wear a skirt for you." Luke decided.

"Then let's go. Go get me clothes because I'm too lazy to get up."

Luke climbed off his bed and went to his closet. I closed my eyes and just laid on the bed, listening to him rummaging through his drawers.

Would this be what it's like to wake up in the morning with him? Soft breathing with the blinds pulled shut as he got ready for work.

"What are you smiling about?" Luke asked.

I opened my eyes, meeting his ocean blue ones.

"Thinking about you." I answered.

Luke smiled, "Are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it for you?"

"You do it." I sighed.

"Sit up. We'll do the shirt first."

I lazily extended my wrists up to him so he could pull me up. He laughed and helped me up.

"Are you even awake?" Luke chuckled.

"No. Right now I'm in the middle of a 17 hour nap." I mumbled, groggily rubbing my eyes.

He smiled fondly, pulling my white sweater over my head.

"I got a flannel for you to wear. I think you'll look very cute." Luke whispered as he pulled a plain black muscle tee over my head.

Slipping the flannel on, I played with the sweater paws.

"Sorry I don't have any skirts for you to wear." Luke said, grabbing some black skinnies for me.

"It's fine, babe." I giggled, standing up so he could put them on me.

"I like your lace baby." He said, buckling and zippering the jeans up.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

Luke stood up and locked his lips with mine. I happily wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

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"Luke you really shouldn't have." I sighed.

"No no no. You're my baby and I'm going to spoil you. " Luke replied, setting the bag on his bed.

"When did you even buy that?" I asked.

"When you got the hair dye then got lost looking for me." A playful smirk on his lips.

"I'm happy I'm ruining this towel with hair dye." I huffed, rubbing my hair with the towel.

Like laughed, "That's why I gave you one that's bleached. Plus it was ugly anyways."

I chuckled, drying my hair with the towel.

"Ready?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows for effect.

"Yep. Let me see my masterpiece." He laughed.

I pulled the towel off and gave me an expectant look.

"Wow. You look beautiful baby." Luke smiled, reaching out and touching my pink hair.

I looked over at the mirror in the bathroom. It did look beautiful.

"You shouldn't have let me dye it but it's not that bad." Luke mumbled.

"Well, I give you a gold star."

"Oh, could I trade that gold star for a kiss?" He asked.

"Sure. But I want to get out of these jeans first." I responded.

"I have a good feeling that you'll love what I got you." He said.

I smiled, "I'll love it just because you picked it out."

|Luke|

"Can I open my eyes?" I whined.

"Not yet. No peeking." Michael said.

I smiled as I heard his angelic voice.

"Come on, baby. I want to see you in your little outfit." I complained, keeping my eyes closed but take the pillow out from under me.

It was uncomfortable and annoyingly scratching at my back.

"Don't open until I say, alright?"

"Myyy-kEEy." I whined impatiently.

"You have to say alright."

"Alright, alright." I pouted.

I felt the bed tip by my shin and then weight on my lap.

"Alright, you can look."

I opened my eyes, seeing Michael straddling my lap.

 He had on the pink lace I picked out for him. It was low cut and had small strings that criss-crossed on his stomach before resting on his waist. 

His big, pastel pink sweater perfectly matched his hair and hung loosely on his shoulders, showing off his collarbones. Lastly, his white knee high socks that had two pink stripes at the top of them clung to his legs and feet.

"You look beautiful baby. Are you happy?"

"I'm always happy when I'm with you." Michael said.

"I love when my baby boy is happy."

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Cuties ♥

~Cookie Xx