After Midnight | lrh

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Content Notice for insecurity discussion, light smut.



-RUBY-

Against my better judgement, we take the nap.

When I wake several hours later with this giant man curled into me, I smile at the realization that somehow I'd become the big spoon in this arrangement and his soft snores indicate he doesn't mind it. I sit up, planning to go freshen up since I was in pajamas with morning breath when he arrived but am struck by the realization that we have spent more time together asleep than awake. I can't hold back the giggle as I nudge his shoulder in an effort to stand from the bed without waking him. Of course, that means I wake him.

He cracks open one eye, squinting at me through it before asking in a voice laced with sleep, "Why are you laughing?"

This only makes me laugh harder.

"Are you broken?" he asks, poking me in the cheek as he opens both eyes to glare at me properly, "You've barely talked since I got here. You just laugh and sleep. I think you're broken." He pokes me in the ribs this time, grin forming on his lips and dimple peeking out as he taunts me.

"I just realized we spend more time sleeping together than we do awake," I tell him, and immediately realize how that sounds. He does too, and the grin widens.

"We do not.. but we should!" his playful prodding turns to a soft grip on my hips as he rotates us both until I'm straddling his waist.

"Luuuke" I whine and try to play coy, but it's unconvincing since I lean into his touch,my hands going to his shoulders to bear some of my weight for him. His touch is light as it travels under the hem of my tank top, against the flare of my ribs and the softness of my belly and he makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan at the contact. I shift uncomfortably, suddenly self-conscious about my body . Even though he's already seen all of me, he's never seen me in the unforgiving glow of the morning (err... early afternoon) sun.

His brow furrows as he notices my shifting and retracts his hands immediately. The playful grin falls away and his face is etched with concern when he asks, "You alright?"

I nod, grabbing hold of his wrists and placing them back on my hips to try to reassure him that I am indeed just fine, "It's not you. It's me."

He looks puzzled, but remains still, waiting for me to continue. I drag my hands over my face, feeling embarrassed, before confessing "You're used to super models and girls who... aren't me." I run my hands over my soft belly and full thighs hoping my touch will illustrate my meaning more clearly than my words. His gaze softens to something I can't identify, and he follows the same path of touch that I took, gently grazing all of the places that I wanted to hide from him.

"Ruby," my name is barely a breath from his mouth, "You are a goddess. Your curves, your softness... you're so beautiful. All of it. Exactly as you are. Please don't waste a second thinking otherwise." He pauses, grip tightening on the back of my neck as he pulls me down toward him, "especially not when you're with me."

A blush flares in my cheeks as I note the soft look in his eyes has grown hot and hard with desire, and the reaction seems to be catching up across areas as well as he shifts his hips under me to let me feel just how my body affects him. I smirk, shifting into him to increase the contact and tilting my hips for friction.

He sucks in a breath as our lips connect, all thoughts of sweet naps and cuddles replaced with something more aerobic. His lips burn a path across my throat and collar bone, where he kisses me hard enough to leave a mark. I smile at the thought as he grips my tank top to pull it over my head and leaving me bare to his gaze from the waist up.

He takes advantage of the unobstructed daytime view and his eyes roam slowly over me until I shift against him to make him feel as anxious as I do. He sits up, kissing me again briefly before he removes his own shirt and wraps his arms around me, bringing our bodies flush against one another. Skin to skin like this, I can feel his heart pounding. I find his hands at the small of my back and reach for them, lacing our fingers together as I press him back against the bed. Our intertwined hands allow me to hold him immobile from this position as I return the sweet torture of trailed kisses across his throat and chest. My fingertips dance the same path my mouth took until they pass the kisses I am leaving across his ribs and hook into the waistband of his joggers.

I give a single tug before his phone blares loudly from the pocket, and we both jump.

I roll off him to give him access to his pocket and his phone, and as he pulls it out and checks the display, swearing softly as he brings the device to his ear.

"Yep?" he sounds annoyed but affectionate and I assume it's one of his band mates. He draws patterns in my exposed skin, the distracted smile playing at his lips as he does so offering a stark contrast to the draw of his eyebrows as he listens to what the caller has to say.

"Alright. I got it. Bye."

The call disconnects and Luke tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, looking apologetic, "I've gotta go, darling. It was supposed to just be a call-in interview the boys could handle without me but now they're expecting us face to face."

The apology look gives way to a scowl as his gaze returns to my bare chest and he is reminded of exactly what's getting cut short.

I take that as my cue to restore my tank top to my body, and get out of bed. Luke follows me from the room, tugging his shirt on and scowling as we go.

We are at the door when he kisses me goodbye, skillful tongue dancing with mine when he pulls me against him. He groans again, radiating frustration from our interrupted tryst. "We'll finish this later," he tells me against my lips, "I promise."

We break the kiss and he turns to go, waving once more before he disappears down the hallway. I am no less confused than I was before he'd arrived, but I am giddy.

Later. He said there would be a later.