House sitter. ~l.h

I've Been Good.

I press play on 'Victorious: Freak The Freak Out; Part One.' watching intently before Luke sat next to me.

"Fuck off." I grumble as he does the cliché, yawn, arm around shoulder thing.

"Baybay." he whines.

"Fuck off Hemmings." I say and lean my head on his shoulder.

"Is that Ariana Grande?" he questions and I nod.

"Why?"

"No reason."

"My brother thinks she's hot."

"Doesn't every guy?"

"Apparently not Beck."

"Lies."

"We all know."

"You think her and Beck should date, don't you?"

"If she doesn't fuck him, I will."

"She hasn't fucked me, will you?"

"Later."

"Really?"

"Merh. Maybe if you're good."

"Well shit. I better be good. You've got me excited now." he kisses my head whispering "Do I get a teaser or...?"

I click my tounge grinning at him. "Or nah." I say and he looks so unamused.

"Never say that again. For a second there you went from a nine to a four."

"Thanks." I chuckle and continue to watch Tv. I can feel his eyes on me but ignore it for as long as possible.

"What the fu-" I was cut off by him slamming his hand onto my lips before moaning "Fuck, I've been good." lightly.

I stand up, walking out to the hallway before calling: "Just fucking kiss me already." over my shoulder. And that's what he did. He spun me around, pinning me between his body and the wall, holding my arms above my head and placing his lips hungrily on mine.