They say that your first love sticks with you. That no matter how many partners you have, your first will always stay in the back of your mind.
"What the hell kind of intro is that?" Luke grabbed the paper and flipped onto his back. His face shaped into one of great concentration as he remedied her story.
"Romeo, O Romeo! Wherefore art thou -"
"Hey asshole, give me back my fic or I'll cut your testicles off." Luke held up his hands in defeat.
"Ok fine. But before you continue writing," he rolled closer to her space on the grass and widened his eyes, "I would hang the stars for you any day, my love." That earned him a tackle. And a might strong one too. Tumbling down the hill, Makenzie shouted profanity after profanity into his ears.
"Don't ever make fun of my writing again!" They ended up one on top of the other, breathing heavily. Luke brushed the stray leaf out of her curly, blonde hair and she dropped her head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in as best as she could. They stayed like that for a moment, each trying to catch their breath.
"Makenzie?"
"Hmm?"
Luke slowly reached his hands behind his head and shifted onto his side. Makenzie cracked an eye open.
"Draw me like one of your french girls."
A giggle bubbled out of her mouth before she could catch it and she slapped his cheek lightly.
"You're an idiot." Luke grinned.
"You love me for it."
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"OK next question." Makenzie popped a grape into her mouth. "What's your worst fear?" Luke's shoulders slumped.
"Don't make me answer that one."
Makenzie eyed him before extending her pinky.
"Promise I won't tell." He locked his pinky with hers. "Don't fucking laugh or I swear I'm leaving and taking this picnic basket with me."
She widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Not the picnic basket! Anything but the picnic basket."
Luke inhaled deeply.
"Balloons. I - I know it sounds stupid but I used to have these dreams about evil balloons hunting me down and exploding my house and now I can't look at them the same way and it's been bothering me for a while."
It took everything in her to not smile. Right in that moment he was flustered and childish. His vulnerable side only encouraged her to love him. Lifting his chin with her finger she leaned in close, hovering her face right next to his. They locked eyes.
"Let's defeat the evil balloon men together."
With that, she kissed him. It wasn't their first, and it wouldn't be their last, but there was a subtle difference in this one. Instead of fireworks and butterflies in the stomach, there was a certainty in how they kissed. A strong yet soft comfort-ness that can only be described as lovingly. And hell if that didn't make a beautiful relationship.
