Mary's POV:
"What do you mean, you bought us an apartment?" I ask, sitting up now
"I mean I," he points at himself, "bought the two of us," he motions to me and him, "an apartment."
"But how?"
"With money." He flips so he is sitting up too
"Well no shit. How did you get the money?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why?" I ask, tickling his tummy
"It's a secret."
"I wanna know." I whine
"You will just have to wait."
"If I kiss you will you tell me?"
"Maybe."
I give him a quick peck on the lips.
"I still can't tell you." He sighs
"Fine, I'll just wait...I'm patient."
"No you're not." He chuckles
"Please, patient is my middle name."
"You're one of the most impatient people I know."
"I can still wait."
"Okay..." he says, dragging out the 'Y', "but it's very important and would make you very happy."
"I can wait." I say, crossing my arms
We silently enter a staring contest.
"You're dying to know." He says, not looking away or blinking
"Maybe."
"You would love to know, wouldn't you?"
"No comment."
"I could tell you."
I raise my eyebrows.
"No, can't do that."
Soon I get fed up.
"Fine, I will just wait."
I stand up off the bed.
"I was going to tell you." He giggles
"Okay...tell me...Please?"
"We all got some money."
"The band?"
He nods
"What for?"
"Well, we have written some songs and signed the contract when we first got there. The only thing is, we don't know if they will let us have our own tour. Before we came home we had to have a meeting they said they were thinking about us touring, they just had to find some stops. We have a few more fans now."
"A few?"
"Okay...a lot more."
"That's great!"
"Yeah, it is...but then again it isn't."
"Oh," I say, realizing what he means
"If we actually go on tour, we will be gone from May to probably September. But we will have long breaks so we can fly home. The breaks will be like three weeks long. Then we come home in probably November."
"That isn't so bad."
"No, it isn't ."
"We can make things work this time."
"There is another option."
"What is that?" I ask, already knowing what he is going to say
"You come with me."
"Luke, I can't do that."
"Why not? You aren't in school anymore! You can come with me and be with me and travel with me and-"
"Woah, calm down," I say, because he has started jumping around, "I don't know if I could."
"Yes you could. And while we're on break we can come home."
"When are we supposed to get married? What if we want to start a family? When are we supposed to do that?"
"We can start a family. And we can get married while I'm home."
"Which probably won't be until July."
"Perfect!"
"Luke," I sigh, "you do realize it takes more than seven months to plan a wedding, right?"
"How hard can it be?"
"Let's see. You have to find a place to have the wedding, find a dress and get it fitted, send out invitations, make a guest list, order a cake, plan decorations-"
"Okay, so we can get married in November. Or October! You've said before October is your favorite month!"
"Yeah, it is. But what if it works out to where you aren't home in October?"
"I'll make it work."
I'm starting to get frustrated with him.
"I don't want to fight right now."
"We're not fighting. We are seriously discussing our future."
"I don't want to 'seriously discuss' anything right now." I say, laying back on my bed, this time on my back
He props himself up on his elbow and leans over me.
"Whatever you want, princess." He says, placing a kiss on my forehead
Oh hell no. He did not just call me 'Princess.'
"What did you just say?"
"I said, 'Whatever you want, princess.' Do you not like to be called that?" He kisses me again, this time on my jawline
"No- I just..." I can't really say anything right now because he called me princess.
He hasn't called me princess in a long time...but I think I like it.
I basically turn into a weak spaghetti noodle.
"What's the matter?" He asks, leaving a trail of small kisses down my neck
"Nothing..."
He needs to stop...now. But then again, he can keep going if he wants. He does stop and I pout because I was starting to like him being like this.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." He says, nonchalantly locking my door
"You're doing something."
"Yeah," he says, coming back to where he was a minute ago, "loving you."
I want to point out his attempt to be romantic but I know I shouldn't.
"Why did you lock the door?"
"Oh, you know, extra privacy. Is anyone home?" He asks, slipping a hand behind my back and running it under my shirt. I shiver from his cold skin touching me.
"Mom is at work...My aunts went home yesterday...Ashton went out."
"Perfect." He mumbles, rubbing circles into my skin
"Why, uh, why do you ask?"
"No reason." He shrugs
"There must be some reason."
"Just...don't talk."
He's looking at me really weird. His eyes aren't as sharp as usual, they're really soft and...warm. After five minutes of staring at him and him staring at me I want to say something but I can't.
He sits up and pats his lap, his way of telling me he wants to make out. We seem to know what the other wants just by a few simple actions.
I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. His arms snake around to my back and he puts his hands on me.
I hold my head back, looking at him. I start to lean in for a kiss but pull away. I do the same thing a few more times.
"Don't tease me." He mumbles, quickly licking his lips
"You do it to me all the time." I say, tilting my head
"Just kiss me...please." He says seriously
My lips get really close to his and I start smiling because I think about everything. A couple years ago, I thought I would be a loner all my life and here I am now, sitting on Luke Hemmings' lap.
I gently kiss his lips, quickly planting a few kisses. His hands move down to my thighs and he kisses me back. I know if I want to really drive him crazy, I can just play with his lip ring. I kiss him again, this time running my tongue over his piercing. A small moan escapes his lips and I can feel my heart pounding. I stop breathing for a second.
Luke's POV:
She starts running her tongue over my piercing and she knows how that makes me. I feel a moan escape my lips. It's her turn now.
My lips dance from her lips down her neck to her collarbone. My hands grope her thighs and before I know what's happening, they're making their way up to her chest. She doesn't seem to object because she's either too distracted or doesn't care. I can't get enough of her. I need...more. I lift myself up and put her down on her bed. I pin her hands down like I did last time and start kissing her neck.
"Luke," she barely moans
I don't acknowledge it, I just keep doing what I'm doing. I don't know if we're actually going to...but she will be the one to decide. She reaches up and before I realize what's happening, she has my shirt unbuttoned. I take my hands off of her long enough to take it off and toss it in her floor. We've seen each other's bodies before, there's nothing to hide. Her shirt is going to be a little more difficult to get off, so I start to work on her jeans.
Why does she always wear jeans when we do stuff like this?
She wiggles out of her pants and goes back to kissing me. The only noises now are the sounds of her bed moving underneath us and sighs and moans. I start to put my hand up her shirt when she picks my hand up and gently places it on her chest. I stop kissing her and look at her, touching her cheek with the other hand. She smiles and nods, giving me the okay.
She sits up a little and I eagerly take her shirt off, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She climbs under the covers and raises an eyebrow, almost as if she's daring me to get under the sheets with her. I crawl over to her and her hands go down to my belt, undoing it and my jeans. I slip them off and throw them in the floor with the rest of our clothes. I get under the covers with her, and realize there's something I need to know. Like, really need to know.
"Um, do I need..."
"Do want to get me pregnant?"
"Not yet, anyway."
I get up and walk over to my jeans.
"You just carry around condoms?"
"Not every day."
"Should we turn the lights off?"
"Why?"
"I don't know, it would just be weird if I saw..."
"Do I need to turn some Marvin Gaye on to get you in the mood?" I ask
"No, I'm good. Just hurry up and get in bed."
I turn the light off, get situated and get back in bed with her before our moods change. I get over her in slow motion, because I know it's just driving her crazy. She still has her bra and underwear on, and it's dark, so my hands feel their way down her sides and I curl my fingers around the waist of her underwear, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. She takes my hand and leads it to her back. My fingers unhook her bra and I toss it in the same direction as her underwear.
I can tell she's nervous, and so am I. What if I mess up? What if I hurt her? I get between her thighs and line myself up with her body, placing my lips on her neck as an attempt to distract her from what is about to happen.
"Luke, please." She lets out
Mary's POV:
"I love you." I say as he plants kiss after kiss on my body
I can't see exactly what he is doing, so there is no way to prepare myself. My heart is racing and I can feel it pounding out of my chest. Not long after he starts kissing me, I feel a pain.
"Oh God." I gasp
"Shh, it's okay." He says in a soothing voice
He dips his head down and kisses me and I latch onto his bottom lip. I feel a moan build up out of my chest, threatening to escape my lips, but I bite down on my lip to muffle it. He's pounding into me even harder now, so it gets harder. Eventually I can't take it anymore.
"Luke!" I gasp, reaching my hands up to his back and digging my nails into it as an attempt to quiet myself
He ignores me, more focused on the task at hand. His lips trickle down and he leaves another trail of kisses down my stomach. This is lasting a lot longer than I thought it would. We get into a rhythm and I start to feeling weird when he finally speaks.
"Um-"
"What?"
"I think-"
"Oh God, Luke!"
"I think I'm-"
"Maybe you should-"
"God, I don't want to."
I can tell exactly what facial expression he is making right now just by hearing him say that. He's probably leaning his head back with his eyes closed, sighing.
"You need to."
It's almost as if he is fighting with himself, but a few seconds later he lays down next to me, out of breath.
"Dear...God!" I say, even though I don't like saying that, I can't really help it right now
He looks over at me and I can only see part of his face because the streetlights cast a shadow over most of it.
"Did we just do that?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we did."
He rolls on his side and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
"At least we didn't do it like in that movie we watched together."
"That's true."
"I really do love you." He says, kissing my arm
"I know, and I really do love you."
We lay there but then I feel something.
"Luke?"
"Hm?"
"I don't know if I feel comfortable with your penis so close to me."
"Um...you do realize it was just-"
"Yeah, I do. Never mind."
AN: I'M SCREAMING BECAUSE IT IS 1 AM AND I JUST WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING. YOU FINALLY GOT MAKE SEX. IM DEAD. DONE. I HATE MYSELF FOR WRITING THIS. I CAN NOT BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THIS i NEED TO JUST GO TO SLEEP AND FORGET ABOUT THIS.
