Saucefam™ Imagines

Linn+Luke

Luke's POV

The refreshing yet cold water splashed against my back suddenly, causing a high pitched scream to slip out of my mouth. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, HOW DARE YOU?"

I whip around, water beads splattering everywhere, to see Linn standing there, a huge grin on her face, chuckling sheepishly. She was irresistible, no doubt. Blonde hair that sparkled under the intricate streams of sunlight shining through the trees; beautiful, mesmerising eyes that held a forest in them that you could get lost in forever. She made me lose track of everything in life; every moment by her side, felt like coming home after a long day.

I fake gasp, collapsing into the water. "Oh no... Linn, my love... I'm dying... I've been defeated... I am weak... I can no longer be there for you..." I flail my hands everywhere, splashing water in her general direction. Submerging into the water, I watch as she wipes the water off her face, giggling. She swims over, lifting me up from the water and wrapping her arms around me. Fuck, I loved being in her embrace.

She warmed me up, planting kisses starting from my shoulder to my nose. My body felt tingly, everywhere her skin touched mine numbing almost instantly. My grip on her tightened, not wanting to let go. I needed her more than she knew.

I leaned into her with my mouth parting slightly, longing to feel her lips on mine. Just before our lips touched, Linn jerked back, splashing me with yet another wave of water. "I came out here to have a good time," I yelled, rubbing my eyes, a smile creeping on my face. "and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."

"You know you love me. C'mon, let's jump off the rocks in the deep end." She calls, clambering up to rocks. Standing there in the water, I shook my head, sighing. I did. I loved her. Yet she didn't know how much. Her soft pale skin contrasted against her navy top; hair dripping from water yet shining a dark golden brown, cascading down her back as she walked, my entire body battled the urge to run my hands through them. God, I had desperately longed for the feeling of loving and being loved, and she had allowed me to do so.

I found myself constantly admiring her from afar. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, hair in a messy bun, basically drowning in one of my hoodies, typing away on her laptop like her life depended on it. Taking polaroids on the street, hair blowing lazily in the wind, her eyes reflecting the gorgeous colours of city life. There was never a time where I got sick of her. She was a work of art - a masterpiece, no doubt. And she was mine.