You & I~Muke

-Michael-

this sucks a lot lol im rlly rlly sorry

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"L-Luke! S-Stop it!" I run around the kitchen, almost slipping up as I avoid the flour. "Never!" He continues to chase me round the kitchen, the white powder in his hands and when he finally reaches me he throws it all over me, and it scatters over my black long sleeved shirt, getting in my hair and on my face.

I pout, but let a giggle escape my lips.

Luke continues to laugh too, a laugh that makes his nose scrunch up, and his mouth opening wide, no noise coming out, and I swear to god, it's my favourite sight to see.

"Y-Your challenger is a-accepted," I say, grabbing some flour, too, and throwing it all over his black 'YOU COMPLETE MEss' singlet, and then smothering it all over his face with my stubby fingers. His face contorts, a smile on his lips, but he gasps.

"How dare you!" Luke grins, "You're going to have to be punished."

I bite my lip at the arousing words, and Luke watches me do so, but then all too quickly he scoops me in his arms, and I'm upside down over his shoulder, squealing. I flail my arms and legs about and I can feel my shirt has ridden up, revealing my pale, flabby stomach.

He plants me on the sofa, quickly and messily but he's careful enough to make sure I don't hit my head, being the considerate asshole he is.

The blond begins to tickle me, his hands connecting with my waist, fingers light as feathers.

Squeals, snorts and laughter escapes my mouth and I curl into the blue eyed boy as he tickles me.

"Stop! L-Luke!"

"Are you going to say sorry?"

I nod, my laughter loud around the quiet house.

"Mm' s-sorry!" I gasp, trying desperately for oxygen, but that always seems pretty hard when I'm around Luke.

He leans closer to me.

"What was that?" he teases, a smirk laced on his tone.

I glare at him, but smile really big and show him my pearly whites.

"I s-s-said I-I'm sorry!!"

And then I can breathe again.

I lay on the sofa, wheezes restricting my breathing, and Luke climbs off me.

I blush, because I didn't realise how close he was and how his body was on mine and how only now do I realise I can see his hickeys on his neck and that makes me smile because I know I did them.

After a minute or so, Luke offers me his hand and I accept it, getting to my feet but I'm pouting.

"M-Meanie," I huff under my breath, stomping away; but I'm not really mad at him.

I just want cuddles.

(As per usual).

From the corner of my eyes, I see Luke's eyes soften and I see he feels bad.

I don't want him to, but when he wraps his arms around my waist, place his head on my shoulder, I don't mind so much.

"I'm sowwwyyy," he says in a baby voice, making my heart melt like chocolate.

I turn around, so I'm facing him and then I nuzzle my face into his shoulder.

"it's o-okay, Lukey, I forgive y-youu," and then. "You s-smell nice,"