Demons (hemmings au)

Seventeen

I’d like to say that the rest of the weekend passes in a fairy-tale manner; that Luke opens up to me even more after sharing the story of his sister, he can’t keep his hands off me, and there are hours of making out. But of course that is not the way the weekend goes, not that I’m really complaining. 

Michael ended up staying until late Saturday night, he and Luke getting along even better than I thought. Turns out they enjoy all the same bands, so of course they spent hours talking about their favorite songs, and everything else. These boys even talked about band members’ style, like what kind of boys talk about fashion? During their intense conversations there were a few stolen kisses on the cheek or forehead, but nothing like Luke and I shared at his house Friday night. 

Today was Sunday, and Michael had just left. I didn’t even invite him back over this morning but apparently Luke and he planned to meet at my house so they can continue to talk so again I sat around just listening and watching television. It is now late afternoon and Luke and I are sitting on the couch, he’s flipping through channels on the TV (he thinks I watch too much Supernatural). 

“So you like Michael, don’t you?” I tease him, nudging him lightly in the shoulder. 

“Ew no,” he replies, a smirk forming on his mouth. 

“It’s okay, no need to lie. I think it’s kind of cute,” I laugh, they are forming a rather cute friendship. 

“He’s alright, I can deal with him,” Luke finally shrugs, the smirk still plastered on his face even though he is trying to play it cool. 

“You can deal with him? Ha, so I hope you being over here means you can deal with me too,” I scoff, still joking around with him. 

“Actually,” Luke grins, turning to face me the television remote forgotten on the couch beside him. I move back a little until my back is up against the arm rest as Luke scoots closer to me, placing his hands on either side of my body as he brings his legs up on the couch so he is a few inches away from me. “I can’t deal with you at all, you’re just so annoying,” he smirks, his breath fanning onto my face as he bites his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring. 

“What the heck?” I gasp, not expecting him to say this. I hit him lightly in the chest  as his smirk gets even wider. As I bring my hand back down Luke catches it, wrapping it tightly in his own and placing them both back down on the couch. His face slowly inches towards mine as he continues to play with his lip ring. If he doesn’t kiss me soon I am just going to attack him. He just looks so damn sexy when he bites his bottom lip. 

His thumb skims across my cheek, stopping to place a few stray strands of hair behind my ear as he leans closer, his eyes never leaving my own. I know I’m blushing, and my heart is beating loudly in my chest even though we’ve already kissed. I think I just feel like the first time Luke kissed me was because he needed someone to lean on after his story, not because he really liked me. 

“Luke, what are you doing?” I ask quietly, feeling his palm remain on my cheek. 

“El, shut up,” he whispers, smirking lightly before leaning in all the way and kissing me. We could be kissing for an eternity and I would never know the difference. Luke’s kisses were amazing; his soft lips pressed against my own, the heat of his breath on my own mouth, the coolness of his lip ring making my skin tingle. 

Gosh, the kiss was more than amazing. My toes curled beneath him as he stayed above me, my fingers found their way into his hair brushing through and entangling themselves into his large quiff.

All too soon, we were interrupted by my phone ringing causing us to break apart. I hear Luke groan as he sits back up, moving back over to the other side of the couch so I can answer my phone.