WARNING: SMUT
Sometimes i wake up before his alarm. It's still very early, so everything is still very quiet and the light is very dim,and Luke is sleep. You raise up on your elbow and watch him breathe,watch his eyelids flutter as he dreams,and you can never resist pressing little kisses to his shoulder and his cheek and his arm, tracing the length of his spine with your fingertips.
When he wakes up and finds you already awake,he always gives you a sleepy smile and pulls you close,whispering into your ear that you make it harder for him to get our of bed. Sometimes you walk your fingers carefully down his belly,tracing the line of coarse little hairs that lead into his low slung boxers,and tell h that you can make it harder for him,if that's what he wants. Other times, you just giggle and push on his shoulder and tell him to stop being a dick.
This is one of those times;prying his fingers from around your wait and rolling out his arms, telling him to go shower before he's late again.
"But chocolate drop..."he whines,eyes small and sleepy and imploring you,and he knows how much you secretly adore being called his chocolate drop. You narrow your eyes at his dirty tricks.
"Don't start this morning. I don't wanna hear you complaining later about getting your ass handed to you for being late,again". Luke sighs and presses his face into the pillow next to you,sagging his weight into the mattress.
"I don't wanna," he mumbles, voice muffled and petulant like a kid. "They're gonna make me work." Behind the childishness is a genuine resistance, that part of him that doesn't want to leave this house,this room, this bed with you and go back to being Harry Styles. Some mornings its very hard for him to put on the mask and face the whole, terrifying world with it, and your heart aches for him. You always wish you could shield him from everything, but sometimes all ylu can do be there for him, a calm and presence in his life.
You ran your fingers through his sleep flattened hair,massage his scalp lightly and give him a soft kiss on his temple. It relaxes him, makes his fingers search for yours and squeeze when he finds them, pull them to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
"I love you." It's spoken right against your skin,breathed right into your hand where he had rubbed his thumb over your finger a month ago and told you he'd be putting a ring there soon,and your mouth stretches into a fond smile.
"I love you too." Luke lifts his head enough to lean toward you in silent request for a kiss, and you happily oblige, despite the morning breath. One kiss turns two kisses, then three,then four and five, until his tongue is feeling out your bottom lip and he's dragging you half underneath him by one strong arm around your waist. "Hey hey," you protest, despite how much you want to suck on his tongue and invite him between your legs. "You're supposed to be getting up and getting ready for work". You realize your blunder when Luke's lip quirk into a lopsided smirk.
"I am definitely getting 'up' chocolate drop." And he proves his point when he slides a leg in between yours to press himself against you, and sure enough, it's impossible to miss the hard swell of his morning erection against your thighs. You bite your lip and turn your head away from his next oncoming kiss but it does nothing to deter him; he only drags his lips over your cheek and down to your neck, hand sliding under your shirt, and though you stifle your moan you can't help the way your fingernails dig into the skin of his back. You are a grown women and you know you should be able to field your boyfriend's advantages, especially when you know it's really for his own good but he sucks on your earlobe,voice slow and impossibly deep as he calls you "my chocolate drop" once more, and you feel yourself starting to slip under the heady power of his influence.
Thankfully,that's when his second emergency alarm goes off, loud and squealing from the blinking clock on his nightstand, and it brings you back into reality. Luke curses,climbing off you to turn the damn thing off, and when he turns back to you you've already sat up and turned on the lamp.
