It was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, Luke, although you were sad to know that you wouldn't be spending it with him. He was off on tour, and you were so happy for him that he was living out his dream playing songs for the world, but it meant that he had to be so far away from you.
You were celebrating by yourself, with a bottle of cheap wine and a TV show marathon, trying to pass the time and forget momentarily that you were alone. That he'd left you all alone.
To be fair, it wasn't his fault, he had no control over his schedule. And if you could, you would go with him but between work and uni it seemed that it was just impossible. It made you wonder if your relationship itself was impossible as well.
There was a knock on your door - the pizza. You went to get your money to pay him, but instead of seeing a prepubescent teenage boy standing on your doorstep you saw a tall, attractive, blond teenage boy instead, blue eyes all too familiar and smile all too genuine as you ran towards him in a hug.
"Luke." You whispered. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't think I'd miss our anniversary, did you?" You back away from the hug and you shared a chaste kiss on your doorstep. "I brought pizza." He laughed to himself, and you backed away from the door so he could walk in. He placed the pizza on the table and you immediately attacked him with a hug.
"I can't believe you're really here."
"Believe it, baby." He said. "I'm all yours, for the next two days." He laughed sheepishly.
"We'll make the most of it."
You brought him closer to you again, attaching your lips as he lead you backwards towards the direction of the bedroom.
"Someone's a little excited." You pulled away from the kiss to see him blush a little, whispering a hushed 'Shut up' before going back to kissing you again. You smiled brightly, so happy to have your love back in your arms for a little while. Two days was not a long amount of time, but it was better than spending your anniversary alone.
He pushed you against the bed, gently, crawling on top of you as he pulled off his and your own shirt, leaning into your neck and leaving his mark here and there.
"I missed you," He muttered, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"I missed you, too." Your hand went to his cheek, "I'm sorry I couldn't go with."
"I wish you could've. Paris was beautiful, it made me think of you. I could've taken you out to an expensive French restaurant and shown you the Eiffel tower..."
"Another time." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him.
"We have something better to do now..." He whispered.
"Really? Is sex better than Paris?" You teased him. He nodded.
"Yeah." He said. "Sex with you is." He kissed all around your face.
"So what about sex with someone else?" You asked. "Sex with like, say...I dunno...a VS model."
"Shut up, you're ruining the moment." Luke whispered against your lips. You giggled a little as Luke's hands found your pants, tugging them down. "Sit up for a second." He whispered, and so you did, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he reached behind you and unclasped your bra. "Boobs..." He muttered as he threw the bra behind his shoulder. You playfully hit his shoulder, giggling at his immature comment. He smiled leaning down to kiss you, kneading your breasts in his hands, before moving down to place gentle kisses on them. "I'm sorry I've left you all alone like this." He whispered, his hands finding your panties and pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. You moaned out involuntarily. "I'm sorry we can't spend every night like this."
