the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

27. the one where sophie's close.

chapter twenty-seven:
the one where sophie's close.

The next morning, I wake up to an arm draped protectively over my waist, and a head buried comfortably in the crook on my neck. Yawning lightly, I stretch, before turning my own head back ever so slightly to face Luke.

He groans, mumbling something incoherent in his sleep as I let out a small giggle. He looks so peaceful sleeping, as if even the biggest earthquake in the world has no power to wake him.

He has this way of unintentionally jutting his bottom lip out while he sleeps, and I know it's not a conscious decision because I never see Luke with a pout on his face when he's awake.

His eyes flutter open after a short while of me staring at them, and I try to hide the sheepish smile on my face as our current snug position registers in his mind.

A slow grin plays on his lips, and I hear him clear his throat. "Good morning," he rasps. Luke has one of the best morning voices around, hands down, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't revel in it every now and again.

"Good morning," I say softly back, swivelling around on the mattress to look up at him. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm," Luke mumbles, dipping his head down in an attempt to connect our lips. Chuckling lightly, I stop him, placing a finger on his own.

His eyes flicker open yet again, a confused expression covering his face. "Wha-"

"I have morning breath." I state simply, before withdrawing my finger.

Luke rolls his eyes, grumpily resting his chin on top of my head. "I don't care."

"I do," I giggle, giving his chest one last, quick hug. I then throw my half of the duvet over to the other side, before sitting up, stretching, and switching the lamp off.

"How are you so awake," Luke groans, covering his eyes with his forearm. "It's like..."

I glance at the clock hammered to the wall above us, smiling in amusement. "Eleven in the morning?"

"Still," he whines, holding an arm out and tugging on my shirt. "Baby, please come back to bed with me."

"We have a lot to do today, Luke." I say, but nevertheless, I climb over to where his hand takes me.

I hook one leg over the other side of his waist, straddling him while attempting to act as nonchalant as I can about it.

He peers over his arm at where I'm sitting, a lip bite accompanying his words. "Oh, this is just great."

"What?"

"I have the sexiest girl in the world, looking like she's about to fucking ride me, and I can't do anything about it because of my stupid morning breath."

I laugh lightly. "Oh, relax. It's not like I'm naked."

"Yeah, because that makes it better."

"It does," I state. "What, would you rather me in nothing but a bra and underwear on your lap?"

Groaning, Luke lets his head fall back. "Oh, fuck me."

"I would, but we have a wedding to get ready for," I roll my eyes, about to get off again when his hands shoot out, keeping me in place.

"Stay." he tells me, softly. I smile down at him, lacing my fingers with his.

"I'd love to, but we seriously have to go. Poppy's going to be wondering why we're not awake yet,"

"Let her wonder," Luke pouts, and I can feel his free hand trailing down the curve of my back, landing on my butt and giving it a sudden squeeze. Surprised, I jolt forward, hands splayed flat on his chest.