Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Twenty-Five

"Do you think we're moving too fast?"

Luke and I were laying back on the floor, his arm around my waist and tracing patters on the exposed skin where my tank top was riding up with his fingertips. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair.

"What do you mean?" Luke questioned.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I just feel like everything's going too fast, and that when we get out of here, we're just gonna stop talking and seeing each other. You know?"

"That won't happen," Luke reassured me. "I like you too much Michaels. Plus, you give amazing blow jobs."

"So, you're only keeping me around for amazing blow jobs?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"Oh yeah," he sighed, kissing the top of my head. I giggled and let one of my hands rest on his stomach instead. Luke always got uncomfortable when I did this, but I wasn't sure why. He wasn't fat. Sure, he didn't have a six pack, but who cares? He was perfect.

My fingers traced patterns on his stomach like he was doing to me.

"I really like you Lily," he said suddenly. "Like, a lot."

"I like you a lot too Luke," I replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of his throat. He groaned a little, but tried to pass it off as a cough.

"Sorry," I murmured, my lips still pressed against the base of his throat. I had forgotten that was a turn on for him.

"No you're not," he chuckled, pinching my hip lightly.

"I almost don't want to leave this elevator," Luke said to me. "I want to stay with you in here. Nothing feels real here except you."

"I wouldn't mind having a shower though," I sighed. "I'm getting sick of bathing in perfume."

"You just ruined the whole moment," Luke groaned, moving one of his hands away from my hip and running it through his hair, tugging lightly. I took that time to kiss the base of his throat again. Luke groaned louder that time.

"You're so weird," I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, ruffling my hair next.

"Your hair fetish," I replied.

"I do not have a hair fetish!"

"You so do."

"Liar."

"When we have sex and I pull your hair, you come harder."

"Shut up," he mumbled, his face bright red. I just laughed.

"Can you believe we'll be out of here in like ten hours?" Luke said after a while.

"Then we'll go on our different paths and never speak again," I replied.

"Oh my god. Lily," Luke sat up and pulled me up with him. "I am going to do something really crazy, alright?" Before I could react, he dug into his bag and pulled out his red plaid shirt. "This is literally my favourite flannel. Okay? And I am giving it to you." Luke threw the shirt over my shoulders. "Now do you believe me when I say I'm never going to stop talking to you and texting you and Skyping you? No matter where you are or where I am, I will walk to you to be there for you for anything. I swear." Luke squeezed my hands gently and kissed my forehead.

"God, you're so adorable," I sighed, burying my face in his chest. "But I can't take your favourite flannel."

"You have to," he said firmly.

"I can't. It's your favourite. I'll feel bad forever."

"Take it," he whined. I shook my head, slipping it off and placing it in Luke's lap.

"But-"

"I said no," I argued. "I'm not taking it. Not if its your favourite."

"You're so stubborn," Luke groaned. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Of course. I spend most of my time alone. I think this is literally the longest time I've spent with someone who's not my mom or dad. And Luke, yes, I'm scared that when we're out of here, you'll go back to being famous and forget me, but... honestly I'm more scared that I'm gonna stop answering the phone when you call. That's why I keep saying the things I've been saying."

"Do you love me?" Luke asked suddenly. I was taken aback by his question. "Luke, I've known you for a day. I can't answer that question."

"Six months from now though, if we stayed together, do you honestly think you'll love me?" He pressed. "When you think of your parents, will you think, 'I hope Luke and I can be like that someday?' Tell me, honestly, right now." I thought of that. I thought of my parents, and how happy they are together. Then I thought of Luke and I. I thought of us living together, me cooking dinner while Luke hugs me from behind. The two of us watching movies together. Luke trying to have sex with me in the shower. And I wanted it. I wanted that. So I said, "I love you Luke. I do."

"Then I know you'll keep in contact with me. Because I love you too, and I'm gonna annoy you every day with texts about how cute you are. Who knows? Maybe we'll even try sexting. I don't know."

"Now you ruined it," I sighed and he laughed.

"What? It could be fun," he shrugged.

"You're so stupid," I giggled. He rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up Lily. I love you, you bully."

"I love you more you jerk," I replied. "Let's watch a movie."

"What movie?" Luke asked, opening up Netflix on my laptop.

"I don't know, something cute," I answered.

"What the hell is 'something cute'?" He questioned.

"Just gimme," I sighed, pulling my laptop towards me and put on Who Framed Roger Rabbit, snuggling into Luke's chest as he leaned against the wall, my laptop on his lap.

"I've never seen this movie you know," Luke murmured.

"What!?" I nearly screamed. "This is a classic! How have you never seen this!?"

"I was too busy listening to the classics," he replied.

"Green Day is not a classic," I said.

"Hey!"

"I like them too," I told him. "But Green Day is not a classic band. The Beatles however... Ultimate classic."

"You're such a geek," Luke said, ruffling my hair.

"Shut up and watch the movie dork," I replied, kissing the base of his throat softly.

"Stop that," he groaned. I just giggled.