boys will be boys ✰ 5sos

eleven

"it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground"

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This is when Iris felt the definition of love making. Not just sex, not fucking, not sleeping together, but finally stringing an emotion and an action together that made her knees weak and back arch and fingers tips tingle.

Luke's hips roughly hit against hers and she moaned with the little amount of energy he had left her with. His fist was full of her hair and her nails were deep in his back. Their breathing was heavy and bodies sticky.

It took her 13 years to find this. Not the sex part, but the real love part. She found someone who grabbed her cheek only to kiss her and touched her arms only to caress her. Not once in those 13 years did she think that this was how it was supposed to be. She thought love was worth fighting for, physically and emotionally.

She realized that the relationship she was gripping onto now was right. Maybe not perfect, but it was right. All it took was for that everlasting desire of a certain cupid's bow to be in the crook of her neck to break her brainwashing thought of 'boys will be boys'.

The near hour was filled with moans ringing through his bedroom and sloppy kisses. It was their first time together, but the emotional attachment made if feel familiar and comfortable. Comfortable. A word that she never expected to find in her vocabulary. 

Now her body is tangled in jersey sheets next to Luke who was just as silent as she was. They didn't have much to say as they didn't know what to say. Iris felt the ghosts of Luke's hands around her throat and in the small of her back. They had kissed only once before this night.

-

"I'm glad you're home," Luke told her underneath the warm light of his kitchen. 

Iris grew into her features over the years and she was more beautiful than ever to him. The shadows cascaded onto her face were sharp and uniquely painted onto her. An upturned nose, similar to his, was his favorite feature. Still, only as his best friend, she was more overwhelmingly desirable than ever. 

"What?" Iris asked as she noticed the boy staring.

He told a deep breath and stepped towards her. He removed the mug full of warm tea and the silver spoon from her hands. He gently held her cold digits in his own.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

She smiled at him. He always told her this, tonight was no different to her. But to him it was.

"Iris," he breathed out. He was truly at a loss for words. He let his actions speak rather than his lips, and soon they found themselves on hers.

Iris was surprised at his gentleness. He always had treated her like he was sweeping up broken glass. No one was ever that soft before.  Luke felt warm and right. Especially when her cold hands found their way around the back of his neck. He only pulled her closer. She kissed him harder.

-

They faced each other for a few minutes, doing nothing but watching the lust drain from their eyes and fade into something softer and more gentle. More caring and compassionate.

"Look at that." He softly spoke, picking up a single finger and running it carefully along her neck.

She didn't have to look and she didn't want to either. She knew exactly what a bruise looked like but not how Luke's eyes looked in the dim light when he was touching someone he loved. An experience she had never had the privilege of knowing. 

Iris's lips went from flat to curved in mere seconds. It drove Luke mad.

"I love you, Iris. I really do."

"I love you too, Luke. I really do."

They spent the rest of their night tied at the hip, from showering together to making something to eat, and then to laying on the couch together.

She could tell from the shapes his fingers drew on her or how delicately he held her hips that he would never be the one to empty out the rest of her heart, only fill it. It would take some time, but he knew he could manage. He's know since the day she was pushed off of the swing and she cried into his shoulder.

Iris would feel her hair being brushed back and soft and subtle kisses lingering all over her skin for the rest of the night. The best part about it was that she wouldn't have to worry about them turning into bruises. His lips were to comfort, not to forget or to forgive. They were there to love her. And that's what changed Iris's mind about affection and aggression and lust and love and how they really weren't bonded together at all.