5SOS Imagines

2 ~ Nothing Like The Rain, Luke

"What, Nobody knows where she is?"
Luke had just come backstage from soundcheck and you were nowhere to be found. None of the crewmembers had seen you since before the guys went on stage. Luke poked his head into every single room along the extensive corridors. He ruffled the blankets on the floor of the dressing room where you often napped, checked every bathroom, and canvased the catering room three times. Finally, against his security's orders, he snuck out the back door of the venue, splashing haphazardly through the minefield of puddles, to the band's tour bus.

The narrow door slammed behind him, startling you from where you sat curled up on the couch behind the driver's seat.
"Ugh, you scared the shit out of me!" You shouted
Luke pulled in a deep breath, his muscles finally relaxing at the sight of your face.
He took both of your hands in his, stroking your soft skin with his thumbs, "What are you doing out here by yourself?"
"It was really loud in there, and I wanted to hear the rain."

A gentle grin spread across his face, one of Luke's most favorite things about you was your appreciation for simplicity. Most people would be completely enamored with the "glamor" that came with this lifestyle, not you. He desperately wanted to give you the world but all you truly wanted was to be near him; sleepy late night talks in his bunk, getting lost together in unfamiliar cities, watching from the wings as his face lit up every night when a new crowd sang lyrics back to him.

You replaced yourself in your nest and pulled your knees against your chest. Raindrops raced each other down the tinted glass, a distant burst of lightening momentarily illuminated the dusk and flashed a fleeting silver glow over your face.
You could feel Luke's relentless gaze boring into you as he stood in the aisle, taking in how serene and beautiful you looked in that tiny moment.
He wedged himself behind you against the arm of the couch. His lanky limbs gathered you in a bundle like a butterfly in a cocoon. A homey, almost nostalgic feeling came over you at the sensation of rough facial hair caressing your cheekbone. Luke watched you allow your head to fall back against his shoulder, your eyes drifted closed, taking in the cocktail of silence and the storm's pitter patter on the roof.
The trance you put him under was shaken when your lips unexpectedly pecked under his earlobe. He quickly countered with a mess of sloppy kisses over your neck and every inch of your face he could reach. Luke's arms squeezing tighter around your ribcage, ridding the minute space between your two bodies, stifled your giggles.

Initially, you coming on tour, leaving your life for six months, seemed like an inevitability horrible idea. Luke knew that he wouldn't be as present as he wanted to be but you helped him learn to make the most of the time you two did get together; to breathe each other in like oxygen and absorb every aspect of each other like beams sunshine.

An abrupt clap of thunder jolted your every muscle into alertness. One of Luke's hands rubbed against your forearm, reminding you that he was there and you were safe. In your peripheral vision, you saw that dorky smile ghost across his features. He brought his mouth closer to your ear, a raspy whisper meandered under the noise that fell from the clouds, "Nothing like the rain."