Daddy's Girl | l.h. au

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Not gonna lie, I kinda like writing in Luke's point of view. I think it's might stay in his for the end of the book, yeah? What do you think, #lukepov or #sampov, please comment!

Co-written with firebreath254 , make sure to check out his new story Escaping Capture!

-Becc

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LUKE's POV:

The rest of the night was filled with movies and laughter and tummy kisses and just pure happiness. With Samantha leaning into my side as we finished up the last movie for the night, it felt like I had the entire world right in my hands, and I never wanted it to change. I wanted her to be mine forever and have it be like that until the end of time, and I knew that if I wanted that to happen, I would have to change something in the near future. How she and her family would react, well, I didn't know, but I could only hope for the best when I decide to make it happen.

"That will forever be one of my favorites." She stretched and sat up as the movie ended.

"I know, I figured that's why you picked it." I chuckled.

"What now?"

"Um... I didn't really have any planned, why do you ask?"

"What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

"Can we go to bed? I'm getting tired."

"Sure, love, we can do that."

So Samantha and I both stood to our feet, after I turned off the television, and ventured to the bedroom together. She wandered into the bathroom to get ready for bed I'm assuming, so I stood by the bed and started removing my clothes. Once I was only in my boxers, I threw my dirty clothes into the hamper and walked into the bathroom to find Samantha holding up her shirt and turned to the side while looking in the mirror. She turned to me as soon as I entered though, a shy smile appearing on her face, and I walked up to her and pulled her into my chest, kissing her plump lips and smiling. She placed one hand on my chest and looked up at me like I was the only man in the world, the other hand coming to a rest on her still-flat stomach, in which I looked down at before getting down onto my knees.

"Our little nugget." I kissed her skin.

As soon as I stood back up again, Sam took my hand in hers and started out of the bathroom, to which I gladly followed after her, and when she dropped my hand to get undressed and lifted up her shirt fully, I saw that she was wearing my favorite bra on her that drove me insane.

"Fuck." I whispered from behind her.

"Heard that."

I grabbed her hips and planted a kiss to the now bare shin of her shoulder. "What if I wanted you to hear me?"

"Then your plan worked." She walked away.

"Where do you think you're going?" I quickly stopped her.

"To get one of your shirts, daddy." She purred.

"Don't do this to me." I growled and pulled her close. "Not unless you plan on finishing what you started."

She yawned and stretched over dramatically. "I'm tired though. Maybe tomorrow."

"You're such a fucking tease."

"You love it." She winked and walked away.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her remove her sweats and throw on one of my T-shirts, and when she came back over to the bed and crawled under the covers, I soon joined her and draped an arm over her abdomen, kissing the back of her neck from the spooning position we were in. She put her hand over top of mine and tangled our legs together, and just when I thought she was done with her frustrating antics, she backed up and pressed her backside into my crotch.