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1.6 - Another time

''Are you free tonight?'' Luke asked, his voice still a bit raspy from waking up only a couple of minutes ago.

''I'm never free, I cost a fortune.'' Mary jokingly said.

Softly punching Mary's arm, Luke mumbled, ''You get what I mean.''

Laughing, Mary nodded as a response, not really bothering to say anything.

''Good,'' Luke said, his uncomfortableness turning fast into happiness, ''I want you to meet my best friends.''

Mary thought it was a great honour that Luke wanted his friends to meet her. She hadn't really had anyone before that was proud of having Mary close unless it was to brag over that they had slept with her.

Boys sucked, Luke sucked a little less, a whole lot less.

So instead of saying anything (Mary really didn't feel like saying anything) she kissed Luke on the cheek feeling the scruff against her lips.

She rubbed her nose against his cheek whilst nodding, the stubble feeling even more harsh against her nose.

And she wanted to feel that scruff everywhere on her so she put her cheek against his, she cupped them and she just couldn't stop.

''What are you doing?'' Luke laughed out, he wasn't really creeped out but he was just confused with Mary's behaviour.

''I just really love this.'' Mary breathed out, seeming to be out of breath, running one of her fingers down Luke's cheek to his jaw.

Mary loved all the small things about Luke, but she tried not to say too much about it. If Mary said every little thing Luke would run out the door as fast as lightning.

But now, now Mary just couldn't resist one of the many things.

Luke didn't really know how to respond to Mary, he just hadn't had time to shave since he had spent the last day and a half with Mary.

''God.'' Mary mumbled, her lips brushing against his jaw, her eyes rolling into her skull.

''What?'' Luke breathed, he was kind of getting turned on by the way Mary was touching his face, as if she wanted to feel every part of him with every part of her.

Mary didn't say anything, she just kept being quiet and kissed Luke on the lips.

Anyways, how did you tell a boy that you wanted to feel the rough hairs on his face against the inside of your thighs?

Especially when you and this boy had made an agreement to take things slow. Mary didn't want slow, she wanted Luke. Because that was what Mary was thinking about.

''God,'' Mary moaned, not being able to resist her feelings, ''I just really want to touch you.'' She continued, her lips brushing his cheek in the process.

''You make it hard to take things slow.'' Mary said quietly.

Luke really didn't want to take things slow, but he felt like he had to, to prove a point. That he wasn't in it for sex.

He wanted Mary, he wanted all of her, and not just in some kind of sexual way, no. He wanted her laugh and he wanted her smile and he wanted her eyes and how her lashes reached her brows when she looked up.

Luke wanted all of Mary.

At this point Mary had shifted from her seat beside Luke and was now straddling him, one leg at each side of his thighs.

She was kind of sitting on her knees, resting her behind on Luke, and he wasn't slow with holding her and cupping her with his hands.

Mary bit Luke's bottom lip, ''We don't need slow.'' she let out with a strangled breath, shaking her head slowly.

''Yes.'' Was all Luke could say, yes, we do need slow, he had thought in his head, or else you'll think I used you, and everyone else in this fucking planet will too.

Mary just shook her head, no, she thought, no, I want you now.

Mary lowered her behind, so it no longer supported on Luke's hands, and made contact with Luke's crotch (well, his clothes and hers were in the way.)

She started shifting forward and backward, forward and backward again and again and again.

''Stop.'' Luke said, he didn't even sound convincing to himself.

Mary felt like she could swallow his words, as if she could feel the air he had breathed out to say that single word at the tip of her tongue.

Luke let out a moan that he had tried to withheld and when Mary heard it she swore something switched on inside of her.

Luke wasn't at his full senses, if he was he wouldn't have let this get so far. He would have stopped Mary before she had even taken a position on his lap. Not that he didn't like it when she sat in his lap, it's just that this time he knew that Mary did it for a totally different reason.

He felt a tear start to roll down his cheek, he felt like he was disappointing himself since he had promised himself and Mary to wait. And at the same time he was disappointing Mary for the exact opposite reason.

''Please,'' Luke pleaded, ''please.''

Mary snapped out of her trance and backed her face away from Luke when she heard the sorrow in his voice.

And then she saw a single tear resting calmly on his left cheek. God, how had she not understood? But that was a thing about her, she never understood.

''I'm so sorry.'' Mary sobbed out, all emotions falling freely from her mouth.

She reached out and wiped away the tear from Luke's cheek whilst feeling how tears started to form in her own eyes.

''Another time?'' Luke said with a questioning tone, trying to calm himself down.

Luke didn't want Mary to start crying because she felt she had done something wrong. Because she hadn't. Luke wasn't crying because of her, he was crying because of himself and his stupid promise.

''Another time.'' Mary nodded, resting her forehead against Luke's.

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Okay so Mary seems like this horny teenage girl, but like honestly who wouldn't want Luke fucking Hemmings when you have him at the tip of your finger.