Masterpieces {Book 2}

You'll always be my thunder

Credit; ofstormborn

Summary:

It's been 4 days, but Luke's not left the house since.
It's been 4 days, and Luke still refuses to check the list of those who've passed

i am alive i promiSe,, are yall??

i decided to post a smut, and a cute one today Bc iLOVE YALL

this ones v cute n' sad,

Enjoy :)

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4 Days After the End:

It's raining. Again.

That's new for Australia, not by a long shot, but it's been raining all week and it's making Charlie antsy. She's never been a fan of the rain, but since the outbreak ended she says being stuck inside the house because of it makes her skin crawl and her chest tighten, like she can't breathe anymore. Two years they've been locked inside this too-large house in their overpriced, gated community. Luke can understand why a week's worth of rain would set Charlie off. She was never one for the indoors before the outbreak started so the last two years have been a test for them like none other.

But Luke is grateful for the rain keeping Charlie inside. At least then she won't have to see the large trucks beyond the gates collecting the bodies. The rain washes the blood away from the streets, covers up some of smell left behind. When there's thunder it muffles the horrified shrieks of family members stepping outside for the first time in two years. It also muffles their cries when read The List. Those are the loudest noises. Louder than the guns during the final days of the outbreak, louder than the drones and police sirens and louder than the echoed silence on the first day of peace. Luke can't get those cries out of his head no matter how loud the rain is. It helps, but it doesn't cure.

It's been 4 days, but Luke's not left the house since.

It's been 4 days, and Luke still refuses to check the list of those who have passed.

2 Days Before the Outbreak:

The sun isn't up yet when Luke wakes to long fingers tracing the knobs of his spine. It's such a soft touch; light and airy and sweet, that he's not sure how it'd woken him up. They don't feel like the fingers that stretched him open last night until he thought he was going to burst. They don't feel like the fingers that ran through his hair afterward either, occasionally getting caught in a knot and settling for a little massage instead. This touch is much lighter, much less purpose behind it. Almost like it's stuck in between adoration and instinct; fingertips dragging across every smooth inch of skin in yet another attempt to memorize the shape of Luke's body.

"Sorry," Calum mumbles into the back of Luke's neck. He presses a kiss there, right below his hairline. "Didn't mean to wake you up."

"You always do," Luke yawns into his pillow, voice still thick and groggy from last night.

"I've only got two more days with you. Don't wanna spend them asleep."

It takes Luke a minute to settle the wild chase in his heart. He squeezes his thighs around Calum's leg that's in between his own before turning over on his side. Now that they're face to face Calum doesn't waste a second before burrowing into the crook of Luke's neck.

"Did you not sleep at all?" Luke asks. The tables have turned and now it's his fingers tracing down Calum's spine. He's already memorized every little centimeter of his husband's body, but a refresher has never hurt him before.