After Midnight | lrh

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Author's Note: This is the only super smutty/full length scene in this novel.



--- RUBY ---

Luke's kiss is hungry and I match his intensity with my own, arching my back to close the gap between our bodies and melting like putty in his hands. Hands that find their way to my back, burning against my skin and touching me in as many places as he can. I waste no time with my own exploration, my hands finding their way into his hair again, and tugging softly at the roots which elicits a soft needy sound from him. His shirt tonight has the same easy buttons as last night's and I release them easily until it falls open and he shrugs it off.

"You're wearing too many clothes," I mumble against his throat as I trail kisses there. He groans as I reach a particularly sensitive spot at the hollow of his throat. His hands drop from my waist and glide over my hips until he grips my thighs, urging me to lift them and wrap my legs around him. I hesitate- I am a tall girl not lacking in the curves department- but he is taller and broader, so I allow him to lift me anyway. For a moment he holds me there, suspended by his strength and feeling small and vulnerable in his arms. It's simultaneously the hottest and most endearing thing that's ever happened to me.

I pull my shirt over my head and discard it with his as he carries me toward the bed on the opposite wall. He lays me down gently, moving with me into this new position and punctuating each adjustment of our bodies with kisses and soft nips before returning to kiss my lips again. He spends a lot of time making magic with his voice, but that silver tongue doesn't stop with song. His kiss is deep and thoughtful, seeking control but asking permission. He's probably kissed a thousand girls and despite my not-so-shabby bit of experience, I suddenly worry I am doing it wrong.

"Y'ok?" he pulls back a bit and looks at me. The room is mostly dark, but I can see the concern on his face in the glow of the moon and city lights streaming through the windows.

"Mhm" I give him my most reassuring smile and try to tug him to me again, but he leans further, his gaze traveling across my skin so slowly I swear it burns. He bites his lip and smiles.

"Are YOU ok?" I shoot back. He laughs gruffly and nods, "It's just.. I've been imagining you just like this since I saw you dancing."

"Damn, no pressure or anything. I hope it's everything you were imagining?" I'm mostly teasing, but I watch him carefully as a shadow crosses his face.

"Better." he rasps as he leans down to connect our mouths again.

--- LUKE ---

Too much talking.

I know I started it, but I can't fucking think straight. Admiring Ruby underneath me has me walking the edge of my sanity. She is soft, warm and willing; I am hard. Everywhere. I want to take my time with her, give her the best night of her life but I'm not sure how well my restraint will hold up as I struggle to maintain it while we are still both half dressed.

I shift my weight off her until we are laying side by side without breaking our kiss and caress her exposed skin. She moans softly and I feel the blood rush out of my brain. Shit. I continue to explore her: fingertips dancing across her rib cage, the softness of her stomach, over her hips and to the edge of her jeans and then past it to her thighs. I slow there to give her enough time to stop me if this isn't what she wants. I draw circles across the denim covering her thighs until my hand is between them, where I can feel her heat. I pause for a moment, just a moment, and  break our kiss to look at her. Her eyes are closed, breath shallow. She's waiting so I wait too, until she lifts her hips to seek contact that I willingly provide. She moans more loudly this time.

Her hands grip my shoulder and hair, tugging with enough for that I lose my focus for a breath. She takes full advantage of that breath to push her jeans down her hips, kicking until they fall away with our shirts. One less barrier. I've still got my jeans on and when I stand to even the playing field, she takes advantage of that moment too when she pulls me back down onto the bed, straddling my hips and successfully flipping our roles. Her grin is victorious and her eyes are bright with desire.

She touches me like I did her, from my chest to my stomach and down over the waistband of my fitted briefs, lingering over my hipbones and splaying her fingers out over my thighs slowly as she watches me. I swear incoherently when she brushes her hand across me and I can see her eyes widen even in the darkness, her mouth slightly open. The arrogant side of me wants to smile but more of me just wants her to keep touching me so I say nothing and  return my attention to making her as weak as she's made me.

I kiss her collarbones and the tops of her breasts, relishing in her restless movement and sounds until I realize she's still wearing her bra. Can't have that. I reach around her with my free hand and unclasp it so she can discard that too, sighing as my mouth connects with her exposed skin. I bite her there lightly and she moans my name.

"More. I need.. please, I need you to..." she's begging, and her hand reaches urgently for .. oh. She grabs my hard length and squeezes, pulling me toward her. I can't help but laugh.

"Say it, sweetheart, I wanna hear you." I coax her, but I'm already reaching for my jeans on the floor and the condom I always keep there.

"I want you inside me. Please."

I can't refuse that kind of request and I rip the foil packet open and quickly unroll the thin material. I return to her and hover just out of reach, kissing her and lining our bodies up to tease her with soft touches every time she rocks toward me before pushing into her slowly.

"Luke. Ohmygod." She says my name like the sweetest curse, and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I move slowly forward, until I fill her.

-RUBY-

I am so full I could burst and so horny I might die. I growl and shift my body slightly, seeking more. Luke laughs, but begins moving, slow and steady. He is methodical: he knows his way around a woman's body and exactly how to get what he wants from it. His rhythm is smooth and even- slow enough to build anticipation but fast enough to build friction.  My grip on control is steadily dissolving and I want to let it go entirely. I scratch my nails down his back, reaching up to kiss the hollow of his throat and he makes a guttural sound. I can feel him tense inside me and sense his control is waning as well.

We chase our highs together, moving in sync even as our motion becomes less measured and more chaotic. When his hand finds me again, I shatter without warning and scream his name. This series of events is his undoing, and he follows me over the edge with a low groan.

We stay  frozen for a few moments while we catch our breath and the afterglow of incredible pleasure before he rolls away. He heads immediately toward the bathroom to clean up. I lay there a moment longer, atop the sheets we never even tried to get under, my body on overload and my hair matted to my cheeks with sweat. I'm anticipating the inevitable collection of our clothing, and (kind) dismissal speech and not looking forward to facing his band mates after what I am certain they just heard.

Instead, he returns from the bathroom and pulls up the corner of the blanket, climbing into the bed.

"Moooove, you're hogging the blankets," he whines, tugging them toward him from beneath me.

I do a most ungraceful hop to free the blankets so he can take them but instead he lifts them, inviting me under with him. It catches me by surprise but I am too tired to argue so I shift to join him between the sheets and he covers us both. I breathe softly and wait for whatever happens next. Slowly, he winds his arm around my waist, mirroring the position we'd fallen asleep in the night before.

I close my eyes, inhaling the comfort of his warmth and his scent all around me. He shifts a little, moving my hair from my face and kissing my neck and cheek before whispering "goodnight" into my skin.

I let the world fall away and until sleep claims me, there is only Luke.