work of art || Luke Hemmings

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[So yes, I did started another story haha I just can't stop! Anyway I have been listening to 5sos for a long time now, and I just had to write a story myself. I never wrote a fanfic before, so excuse me if I don't do this right. I hope you enjoy this prologue (which btw is a few months after they meet, the first chapter happens before this scene... this is just so you can get a look at how they will be.) Please let me know what you think of this! :) Also, forgive me for the cover, I will have that fixed soon.

Luke is 19 and Natalia is 18 on this story. This shall be dedicated to calumbreon, because, honestly, her story rehab just made me want to write one myself. Thanksss!

Here are a few things you should know before you start reading:

- Natalia's family is Russian, and all the translations will be in the author's note at the end. (please note that I don't speak the language, so if you find any error please let me know.)

- Natalia's full name is, Natalia Nikolaevna Klimova  (Наталья Николаевна Кли́мова.)

- The story will is set in America.]

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     Luke Hemmings was entirely convinced that Natalia Klimova was trying to ruin him.

     Here she was, hauled up in his cold, dirty bedroom, surrounded by his many pillows and she made it seem like a goddamn castle. She had stretched herself across the length of his mattress –crossing her slim legs so her skirt from her school uniform wouldn’t ride up her thighs, (unfortunately) – a sigh parted her lips and she instantly replaced it with a cigarette, holding it between her perfect white teeth.

     She gave a few short coughs, still not quite used to the taste of tobacco that filled her lungs – she was a regular amateur. She glared at him when he chuckled.

     Smoking was about the closest she’d ever gotten to any sort of rebellion – well, besides being with him. Natalia didn’t like to drink, never had a taste of it to be honest – Luke believed that she only smoked to piss off her parents – not that she even dared to mention it to them.

     Luke and his friends had a hand in the girl’s corruption, but she took herself the rest of the way – tricks and teasing only went so far before she got truly upset with him – Natalia still wore her pretty dresses, and she was little miss sunshine when it came to helping others.

     He liked to think he’d seen the real Natalia. The girl who could hiss out threats that made him quiver –she’d claw at his back with her blunt, bitten nails and let the most unholy of noises escape her chest when he slammed into her. She was exciting.

     It was a sight to see, to see her manage to look so tempting with her normally perfect hair hanging limp down her back, her shirt slightly wrinkled and the straps half-torn from her shoulders – he made her absolutely wreaked and she made herself beautiful.

     Man, he sounded so fucking whipped and he didn’t give a single damn.

     Natalia coughed again and rolled over, leaned back on forearms to catch her breath.

     Natalia turns in his direction, her head shoots up suddenly and their eyes - each pair a different shade of blue - meet and hold. “Will you stop laughing at me?”

     “I will when you can learn how to smoke without gagging.”

     She narrowed her eyes at him and sat up, resting her head against the wall. “It’s not my fault you can inhale six packs a day and still manage to breathe.” She stubbed the half used, still glowing cigarette on the floor. “And I do not gag.”

      Luke scoffed and tossed away his own, rousing himself to a sitting position from his spot on the chair and walking towards her. He was going to kiss her and he was going to kiss her hard. He saw her flush, saw the pink tinge of her cheeks deepen to a harsh red as he crept closer – crawled along the mattress until both his hands were on either side of her hips. He nudged her forehead with his, and gave her a slow smile – all teeth and ready to bite.

     He brushed his mouth against her warm one, teasingly nipping at her lips. Natalia tensed up, her hooded eyes still openly glaring at him – he liked when she was angry, but not so much when she was irritated – luckily she was neither.

     She could send him away; reject his presence, his touch, his affection. She has done it before. 

      But she didn't, within moments he could feel her relaxing beneath him, arching her back as her wrapped an eager arm around her waist, greedily trying to get her as close as he possibly could. It wasn’t until he could feel her chest heaving against his own, holding her so tight that even she struggled – Natalia, the girl who’d smothered him with her body before, made him writhe with her touch – that he really kissed her.

      It’s more an act of possession than affection, in all honesty – but then who were they to tell the difference anymore? It all faded together after a while, the fierce need to claim and to worship, and feel.  He loved every bit of her and he tried to get as much of it for him as he could.

     The kiss began slowly, as it always did. Luke liked playing her, convincing her he could be tender and careful – they’d had enough practice to get it right, but then cautious and controlled seduction had never really been their niche. It grew heated, teeth and lips clashed together messily – fingers winding in the others hair, tugging and encouraging every little move. Natalia opened her mouth and allowed him to explore her further, run his tongue over her gums as he listened to the groan that caught at the back of her throat.

     He could feel the heavy ache in the pit of his stomach as he skimmed his lips over her jaw – he let his hands drift lower than her hips, wanting more. A little whine left her lips and she muffled it with her hand.

     “Luke.” The sound came from behind her fist and he promptly ignored it. “Luke.” She said again, slightly louder as she knotted her hands in his shirt.

     “What is it?” He murmured against her neck.

     “I have a family dinner to be at later.”

     He bunched up the fabric of her skirt, pushing it up to expose her pale legs – he half tore it in the process, almost digging his nails into her skin to keep her down on the bed.

     “Good for you.”

     “I’m serious.” She sighed, gripping his hands and pulling them off her, fixing him with the sternest look. “I can’t go in there looking worse than I already do; they’re going to catch on.”

     “I think you look fine.”

     “I look like I just had sex.”

     Luke laughed amused. 

     Natalia huffed, managing to wriggle out of his grasp just enough to smooth out her skirt. He gave her a bit of space as she evened out her breathing – she still looked ridiculously flustered and he can still picture his hands in her hair, her head tilting back to give him better access – and it’s all kinds of hot. He gave her a few minutes before trailing his fingers under her skirt again, brushing them right where she liked.

     It was all over from there because before he knows it she’s shuddering beneath him – completely enthusiastic beneath his touch. His mouth found its way back up to hers, crushing her cries and tasting the half- spoken words on her tongue. She only spurred him on, with her hands latched firmly on his shoulders and her teeth drawing blood from his bottom lip. He growled when he finally got rid of the flimsy piece of clothing around her waist.

     As it turned out she didn’t exactly make it home that night.