Cherry / l.h ✔️

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~Violet's POV~

Luke woke me up by softly licking and sucking my neck, his fingers wrapped around my wrists and pinning me to the bed. I moaned softly, my head still hazy as I tried to process what was going on.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes lulling closed tiredly. He whined quietly into my neck, "I'm horny." He groaned, almost sounding annoyed at himself. I swatted his shoulder once I got my wrist free, "Your sex drive is too high." I mumbled. He chuckled, rolling off of me. "Okay, okay. You're probably right." He said, grinning at me.

I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and lightly kissing his bare chest. He smiled at me, "Kissing my chest isn't gonna help my issue here." He bit his cheek, softly smacking me on the back of my thighs. I gasped quietly, looking up at him in surprise. "Why did you do that?" I frowned, feeling his fingers dig into my legs.

"You're adorable." He said, ignoring my question. I flicked him on the nose, shaking my head at him. "Stop trying to flatter me." I huffed.

He chuckled quietly, pulling me closer to him. "What did you want to do today?" He asked, looking down at me. "Can we just stay in?" I asked, yawning. He shrugged, "Whatever you want." He whispered. I sat up, looking down at him and pulling the blanket off of me. "I'm going to shower." I announced, slipping out of bed.

I grabbed a change of clothes and undergarments, heading into my bathroom without waiting for an answer. I took a pretty quick shower, knowing Luke probably wanted to shower after I did. I didn't want to use all of the hot water.

I changed into a largely oversized sweater which went down to my knees, not bothering to put on any shorts. I left the bathroom, instantly heading over to my dresser and applying some deodorant. I looked up at Luke in the mirror, frowning in confusion when I saw his somewhat wet hair. "Did you shower?" I asked, setting the deodorant down.

His eyes met mine in the mirror, "Yeah, I did. I used one of the other bathrooms." He said, standing up from my bed. His torso was bare, as per usual, with a pair of black sweatpants clinging loosely to his hips. He seemed to like sweatpants a lot, which I didn't blame him for. They were comfortable.

I grabbed a perfume off my dresser, "Well, I figured." I grinned, taking the cap off of the perfume. He walked up, standing behind me as I lightly spritzed myself with perfume, on my wrists, neck and sweater. I put the cap on, setting it back down where it was before. I turned around, looking up at him.

"Can I brush your hair?" Luke asked suddenly, and I paused, a little caught off guard by his sudden question. Then I nodded, grabbing my brush off of my dresser and handing it to him. The two of us sat on my bed, him behind me while I sat cross legged in front of him. He pulled my hair onto my back, softly dragging the brush through my hair.

We sat in a comfortable silence, nothing but the sound of our quiet breathing lightly filling the room. His hand would softly press on my hair as he brushed my hair, trying not to hurt me. I always found it soothing when someone brushed or played with my hair. It was something that really calmed me down, and made me tired, too.

When he was done, he set the brush down onto my bedside table, pulling me back against his chest. I turned on the TV, leaning my head back against his chest as I surfed through the channels. "Mm." He hummed, "You smell good." I put on the movie Hancock, feeling him lightly kiss my cheek. I looked up at him, softly kissing his chin, "Do you want to get something to eat?" I asked, playing with his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." He mumbled into my neck, looking up at me as I stood off the bed. I pulled him up, heading downstairs with him trailing behind me.