Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

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~Beyla's POV~

I stepped out of my bedroom and wandered down the hall towards Luke's bedroom, fresh out of the shower and already ready for the day ahead. However, I wasn't surprised when I returned to his room and saw he was still passed out asleep, even though it was nearly eleven AM on a Saturday morning.

Smiling softly, I carefully crawled my way back into his bed, being careful not to accidentally wake him. I went to lay down across from him when his eyes suddenly opened, peering right into mine. Surprised, I blinked at him and then smiled softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." I apologized softly, stretching my right arm out and propping my head up on my palm. He simply hummed, pushing some defiant curls out of his face. "I've been awake since you left, bambi. What took so long?" He mumbled, pouting.

"I had to shower, then I did my makeup and got dressed." I answered simply, shrugging my shoulders. He continued to pout, seemingly over the fact that I'd left him here for so long by himself. "Would it make it up to you if I kissed you?" I hummed playfully, already leaning over to kiss him.

But to my surprise, he put his hand over my mouth in refusal. "I have morning breath." He said.

"So?" I frowned, leaning away. This time, it was my turn to pout as I looked at him with my arms crossed over my chest. "It's just one kiss." I complained. At that, he raised a brow, looking like he very much disagreed with me. "Are you saying that if I came in here with my teeth brushed and you still hadn't brushed yours yet from waking up, you'd let me kiss you anyways?" He retorted, challenging me. I pursed my lips and looked away, silently giving him my answer. We both knew I wouldn't.

Luke chuckled and sat up, a pair of boxers covering his lower half as he slipped out of bed. "I'm gonna brush my teeth, but you'd better hold onto that kiss because I'm coming back for one." He promised, marching into the bathroom like a man on a mission. I couldn't help but to giggle to myself as I waited patiently for him in bed, smiling.

He came sauntering out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking more fresh faced than before. I assumed maybe he'd washed his face as well. A sly grin formed on his lips when his eyes landed on me and he winked playfully, sauntering over. "Aw, you waited for me?" He teased, crawling into bed and towards me. I giggled, peering up at him as he pulled me up into his arms so we were both kneeling in the middle of the bed. "What, you'd have preferred to come back to an empty room?" I hummed, looping an arm around his neck and curling my fingers into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

Chuckling, he shook his head and raised a brow. "You really gonna ask me that? We both know the answer." He pouted, feigning offense.

I giggled and gave him a little pull on his curls, pressing myself further into his warm body. Our chests smushed up against one another and I saw his eyes glance down at my breasts, practically spilling over the top of my dress. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked softly, waiting patiently.

His lips inched closer and closer, one hand of his squeezing my waist tightly as he finally kissed me. Smiling against his lips, I leaned farther into him and hummed, going to casually pull away now that I had been given what I wanted. Our lips broke apart for maybe two seconds before he was pulling me back in, huffing softly. "Mm-mm. I'm not done yet." He pouted, swooping back down for another kiss. I knew by the way that his hands were wandering, groping and touching anywhere he could, that he already had much more on his mind than kissing.

"Luke," I blushed as he brushed his fingers along the bottom of my dress, threatening to pull it up. Pushing away his hand gently, I looked up at him and shook my head. "I-I don't think we can...I mean, I'm already sore." I said quietly, making him freeze.

Immediately, he pulled back, looking embarrassed. "Fuck. Sorry. I'm an idiot." He grunted, running a hand through his curls as he tried to slip out of my arms.

I pulled him in again, gently pushing his face to the side so he'd look at me. "You're not an idiot. You just think with the head in your pants too much." I said, teasing him with a grin. Thankfully, he lightened up and let out a laugh, shaking his head. "What do you expect me to do?" He pouted, leaning down to hug me. Against my ear, I felt his warm breath on my skin and then his lips brushed my lobe. "I can't help it. After so many months, I'm finally able to do whatever I want with you." He said, purposefully swiping his tongue along the shell of my ear.

Like nothing happened, he pulled away and looked down at me, brushing my hair out of my face with a furrow in his brow. "But really, are you feeling okay?" He asked seriously, expressing his worry for me.

"I mean, are you sure I didn't hurt you? I-I can get you something to make you feel better, make you more comfortable. Just say the word and I'll get it for you. Oh, fuck, I still need to get you new sheets since we ruined y—" He was beginning to ramble, something that I had never seen him do before. Not even once. I knew I had to cut him off or there was a good possibility that I'd never hear the end of his worries for me.

"I'm okay!" I cut in, grasping his hand in mine. He blinked and went quiet, tangling his fingers with mine. "I promise I'm fine. I don't need anything, either." I assured, making him reluctantly nod his head.

"Fine." He murmured, swooping me up into his arms and beginning to make his way out of his room. He carried me downstairs and even all the way to the kitchen, where he sat me on top of the island counter. "What are you hungry for, bambi? Anything you want." He hummed, standing in between my thighs with his hands on either side of me.

Humming, I paused as I took a moment to think, considering it. "Well, some blueberry pancakes sound pretty good right now." I admitted, looking up at him.

When he began to bustle about the kitchen, pulling out ingredients, I realized he was getting everything that was needed for blueberry pancakes. However, the employee in me was feeling uncertain about that, causing me to sit up straighter. Even if it is my day off, shouldn't I be the one to cook? It was in my job description. I knew what he expected of me.

I went to get off of the counter when Luke stepped right back between my thighs, making me quickly look up at him with a frown. "What on earth are you doing?" He wondered, not sounding to amused with the fact that I was trying to move. Frowning, I blinked up at him. "I-I'm the maid...s-sir." I stuttered uncertainly, furrowing my brows. "Shouldn't I be the one to cook for you?" I asked quietly.

Luke frowned. "Not today." He said simply. "And you don't have to call me that when you're not working. Hell, if you want, you don't have to call me that at all anymore." He added.

"And anyways, I'm taking care of my girl. You're hurting, so I'll do it." He hummed, placing a kiss on my lips. I felt myself swoon and nodded mutely, too weak in the knees over him to bother protesting any further. "Good." He sighed, beginning to get back to work making the pancakes.

The whole time, I just sat there on the counter, watching him cook and bustle about the kitchen for different things. When he was done, he got both of us a plate of food and I carefully slipped off the counter, skittering after him into the dining room. Not to my surprise, he sat our plates right beside one another and then gently pulled me down into my seat. I looked up at him and smiled, feeling my stomach rumble at the delicious smell of food. He was so sweet to me.

When I looked down at my pancakes, I couldn't help but to giggle when I saw he'd made a smiley face in them out of the blueberries. So cute.