simply amazing // l.h

twenty

The light pitter patter of rain on the window brought Bridgette out of her slumber. She rubbed her eyes and turned over to face Luke. She watched him sleep for a while, a wide smile on her face. How did she get so lucky? Luke always looked so peaceful when he slept; his eyes shut tight so as his eyelashes fanned out on the tops of his cheeks; his lips parted and moving every so often as he dreamed; his legs curled up into his body in the fetal position.

'Stop staring at me.' Luke giggled, opening one eye and lifting an eyebrow comically. He opened his arms and lowered his legs, allowing Bridgette to sink into him. They both sighed in contemptment as Luke traced lines along the curve of Bridgette's waist and hip. He touched his finger pads onto her exposed stomach, the jagged lines of her endless abuse still raised and bumpy.

'I like that you don't mind me doing this.' Luke smiled to himself as he pressed a kiss to Bridgette's earlobe, the coll metal of her earrings a contrast to his hot lips.

'You make me confident, pickle. I feel beautiful when I'm with you like I never have before. You're the reason I am comfortable with you doing this.' She gestured to his fingers moving along the grooves on her stomach. 'You've made me feel like I am worth something. It's all you, dork.'

'Now look who's getting mushy.' Luke smirked, pressing a kiss to Bridgette's lips.

'But at least I had a reason.' Bridgette spoke between kisses.

'I thought sex with a perfect girl like you was an adequate time to be cute.' He pouted, folding his arms over his bare chest. Bridgette rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed to stretch.

'Where're you going, babe?'

'To pee, is that okay with you?' Bridgette retorted, playfully. Luke grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back to him as he sat up. She stood in between his legs, her arms around his neck and the palms of his hands resting on the backs of her thighs.

'One more kiss then I'll make breakfast.' Luke suggested.

'How about... No more kisses, you let me pee and I'll make breakfast.' Luke looked disheartened at this. 'We both know you're a disaster in the kitchen.'

'Yeah, okay. But I still want a kiss.' Luke wiggled his eyebrows and Bridgette leaned down to peck his mouth. After Bridgette had used the bathroom and checked her appearance, she made her way into the kitchen and got together the ingredients to make pancakes (a speciality of hers). Luke came down a few minutes later and sat down at the table. As Bridgette was facing away from him to make the breakfast, Luke took a photo of her in only his shirt and underwear. Bridgette whipped round at the shutter sound of the camera.

'Don't post that.' Bridgette warned Luke. He smirked.

'Why? What do you have to hide?' He winked. Bridgette stopped what she was doing and strode over to Luke, fear lacing through her eyes.

'Luke what will the fans say? I don't want you to cause unnecessary drama to do with me.' Luke took hold of her hands.

'Baby, if I want to post a picture of you then they'd have to deal with it. You're my girlfriend and I want to show you off.'

'Have you seen what I'm wearing?' She looked down at her body, gesturing wildly at the lack of clothing hanging on her body.

'Even more of a reason to show you off.' Luke stroked a finger down Bridgette's cheek and posted the photo. Bridgette went back to the batter to hide the embarrassment growing on her face. She heated up the hob and began cooking the first couple of pancakes. Luke gazed fondly at her, sneaking peaks at her underwear-covered skin whenever she bent down slightly or reached up to tighten her ponytail.

'Here you go, mister.' Bridgette placed a stack of pancakes and syrup in front of Luke. She got her own and sat opposite him, dribbling the sticky syrup all over her breakfast and tucking in. Liz came into the house a few minutes later.

'Morning campers. Everything okay without me?' She glanced over at the untouched fort in the lounge and back to the teenagers.

'Yeah, we were good.' Luke smiled at Bridgette and took her hand. Bridgette smiled back, rubbing her thumb along his knuckles.

'Good good. I'm going to put my clothes away and then I thought we could do something today? Maybe the zoo?' Luke and Bridgette nodded in agreement and Liz made her way upstairs. Bridgette's eyes widened in sudden realisation.

'Did you put the condom packet in the bin last night?' She whispered. Luke's eyes widened as he stared at the table, trying to trace back his steps.

'I-I don't know. I can't remember!' Luke looked at Bridgette, the colour draining out of his face in fear.

'Luke!' Liz called. 'Can you come up her for a second please? I need some help.'

'Shit.' Luke muttered, standing slowly from his chair. 'Just remember I love you, okay?'

'Always, but why remember?'

'Just in case my mum kills me.' Luke winked and kissed Bridgette's full, sticky lips and made his way into his mother's room. She was struggling to push her suitcase on top of her wardrobe. Luke eased it out of her hands and pushed it so it was secure.

'Thank you, love. Now do you want to tell me what this is about?' Liz opened her hand to reveal the empty wrapper of last night's activities.

'It's not what it looks like- wait, it is what it looks like, but nothing happen- no, wait-'

'Luke, calm down, it's okay.' Liz reassured him. 'Next time make sure you clean up after. Your father would have shot you.'

'Wait, what? You're not mad?' Luke stared, dumbfounded.

'I'm happy that Bridgette is such a lovely girl... And that you used protection.' She winked. Luke hugged her tight, thanking her multiple times before rushing downstairs and squeezing Bridgette from behind as she did the dishes. He kissed the side of her head and hugged her close.

'Hey you.' Bridgette smiled, drying her hands and spinning around so that she was facing Luke. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his eyes bored into her.

'Mum's fine with it. We just have to hide the evidence next time.' He moved his lips onto hers for a split second, a lazy smile on his face as he pulled back.

'I'm up for next time.' Bridgette said, a hint of seduction in her voice.

'Oh really? I'll make sure to cancel band practise tonight.' Luke squeezed Bridgette's hips closer to his as their lips connected again.

'I'm fine with what you do behind closed doors, but I don't want to see it thank you.' Liz groaned. Luke snapped his head away and buried his reddened face into Bridgette's shoulder, their giggles hidden by their hands covering their mouths.