Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Sixteen

I was a completely inexperienced prudish introvert. I don't know what possessed me to think that this would go smoothly. I was feeling an awkward combination of being embarrassed and turned on at the same time, and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

As first times go, I'm sure this one was probably okay. I mean, Luke kind of took over since I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, and he went slow just like he promised. Nothing felt rushed. The only sounds that filled the elevator were our panting breaths and moans, mingled together so it was impossible to say who's moan was who's.

I mean, I'm sure when I look back on it a few years in the future, I'll fully realise how unromantic it is to lose my virginity to the first boy I've ever kissed in an elevator, but for now, I didn't care. For now, I felt normal. I felt like a teenager who broke hearts as many times as hers was broken, and who slept with cute boys who thought she was just as cute, maybe even a little bit more.

I knew it was nothing like that though. It was just me and Luke, connected for a little bit.

I think my favourite part was when Luke came. He had me on top so I didn't get all awkward about feeling trapped or whatever. I think it was also so he could get a good look at my boobs, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, when he came, he leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck, groaning against my skin, his lips making my neck feel like it was on fire. I collapsed on his chest when we finished and he pulled one of the blankets over us, the cold air already starting to get to us. I curled in a ball tightly against his side as he tried to rub away some of the goosebumps forming on my arms before we pulled on our underwear.

"God, you're so beautiful," he mumbled, his lips pressed against my head as he hid his face in my hair. I blushed and smiled, sliding one of my arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

I was content with laying like that, even if it was a little cold, but Luke just seemed downright uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He lied.

"I know you're lying you jerk. What's up?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbow.

"Nothing, I promise," Luke said, turning to face me. He kissed me quickly to distract me but it didn't work.

"Luke," I whined.

"Fine," he groaned, laying on his back and folding his hands under his head. "The thing I told you earlier."

"You're seriously not still insecure are you?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair soothingly. He rubbed his face with his hands, his voice muffled by his palms. "I know it seems dumb but I just don't like how I look okay? And, it was just kind of easy for Acacia and any other girl I've slept with to kind of pick me apart after we fucked. So, yeah. Shoot me. I'm insecure with the way my body looks." When he finished, he still had his hands over his face.

After a few moments, I pulled myself to straddle Luke. I pulled his hands away from his face and laced them with mine, squeezing them gently. "Okay, I am about to do something I've never done." I took a deep breath while Luke gave me a strange look. I sighed and began. "Lucas Robert Hemmings, you are fucking amazing, okay? Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your nose, your hair and your body are not things to be insecure about because you are fucking adorable. And then you do things that are downright sexy. And then you go back to being that freaking giraffe sized dork that I fell for. So stop being an idiot. You look fine." Luke smiled and pulled me down so he could kiss me. Then he mumbled against my lips, "Did you have fun cursing?"

"God, I've never cursed so much in my life," I sighed. "It's kind of a rush."

"Oh my God you're so innocent it's adorable," Luke teased, kissing me again.

After a while it got really cold, so we had to put clothes on. I slipped my onesie on and Luke pulled on his hoodie and sweatpants. The hoodie was actually a little too big for him, so he pulled me inside of it, making me laugh. My fingertips pressed against Luke's chest, making him gasp and me giggle apologetically.

"Sorry," I said, pressing my freezing fingertips further into his chest.

"You're totally doing this on purpose!" He hissed, trying to wiggle free from me. When he couldn't, he started tickling me and I giggled uncontrollably, trying to wiggle out of his sweater.

"Stop it!" I laughed, trying to push him away. We wound up wrestling, Luke tickling me and me trying to free myself. We wrestled for another ten minutes before I found myself laying under Luke. His eyes flicked from mine to my lips until he leaned down and kissed me gently.

We kissed for a few minutes, Luke gently cupping my face, running his thumbs across my cheeks. I gripped his waist, my fingertips pressing into his warm skin.

I tangled my legs with Luke's as his tongue slipped into my mouth, massaging my tongue and making me moan against his lips. I could feel him getting harder and harder, and in the back of my mind, I didn't mind going for a round two. Luke though, had other things in mind. He finally helped me out of his sweater and kissed me again, pulling my bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging gently. Then he moved from my mouth and kissed all the way down my neck, chest and stomach, unbuttoning the buttons on my onesie one at a time as he moved farther and father south.

When he reached my underwear, he looked up at me, kind of asking for approval. I nodded and Luke pulled my underwear down gently. I was still sensitive and sore from our previous activities.

Luke gently licked my slit and I arched my back, more sensitive than I thought. Luke held my hips down, giving me a look I knew to mean that I needed to hold still, so I rested my hands on top of his, squeezing gently.

Luke gently sucked on my clit, making me moan loudly, arching my back again, with more difficulty because of Luke's hands holding me down. He kept sucking and flicking his tongue around my clit as pleasure pooled in the bottom of my stomach. One of my hands was wound tightly around the blanket I was resting on and the other completely tangled up in Luke's hair. He removed one hand from my waist and started fingering me, one finger at a time until I was filled up with three fingers. Luke kept sucking on my clit and fingering me faster and faster until the pleasure hit a peak and I came, moaning loudly, my back arching. Luke licked up every last drop and gently slid my underwear back on, buttoning up my onesie.

"Looks like I'll only be thinking of sex from now on when I wear this," I joked and Luke laughed, leaning into kiss me. I pushed him back however and wrinkled my nose. "Do you not remember where your mouth just was?"

"I know where it wants to be," he said seductively, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Uh, no." I pulled a pack of gum and some tic tacs out of my bag, pouring about six tic tacs in Luke's hand before slapping four of five pieces of gum on top of that. "Once you clean your mouth up, you can kiss me."

"You're such a freak sometimes, Lil," Luke sighed, winking at me. I rolled my eyes, unable to keep a smile off my face as I flicked his cheek. Luke pouted so I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Ten minutes later, Luke had chewed all the gum I gave him and all the tic tacs, so I leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the last second to catch my lips with his.

"Hey!" I said, giggling slightly.

"Read me a story," Luke said suddenly.

"What?" I asked. He nodded happily. "Come on, I bet you have the perfect voice for reading books out loud. Pleeeaaaseee?"

"Fine," I groaned a few minutes later. So, after another five minutes, I was leaning against one of the walls of the elevator, a pillow between my back and the hard wall. Luke had his head in my lap and I read Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist as I ran my fingers through his hair.