the science project || l.h.

[thirty] - [it's art, babe]

 It's two-thirty in the afternoon when I wake up after Luke and I had our little adventure. My phone beside me on my bed is going off, an All Time Low song signalling that Luke is calling me. I stretch and yawn, grabbing it with my weak-from-sleep hand.

"Lucas, it's only been a few hours, how could you possibly miss me already?" I tease, my voice groggy with sleep. I hear him whine a little from the other end of the phone. He must be sleepy. He's only so clingy when tired. Sometimes.

"It's been nine, baby, I wanna see you," he says. His voice is deep and raspy from being tired. It's pretty hot. I decide to mess with him a little.

"I can't hang out today. My parents are having this special family dinner for no apparent reason. And I have to help out. So you can't come over." I tell him. It's half true. We are doing some special family thing tonight. But I can still see him until around five. He groans loudly into my ear through his phone.

"What? You didn't tell me that. Baaabe, you could've mentioned it before I went and had a dream about you." He says. My heart leaps a little. That's so cute.

"Aww, Lukey had a dream about me," I say teasingly, earning another whine from him. Though he's such a baby, he doesn't like to be babied. He seems to think he's macho, when in reality, he's a soggy noodle.

"Don't say it like it was some dream of us having ten ponies and living happily ever after. It was another make out dream." He deadpans. He's been having those lately. He really needs to lay off the movies with Ben and Jack.

"Damn, Luke," I laugh softly, making sure my volume is at a minimum. He always makes fun of me for whispering when I curse. But he doesn't seem to really care this time.

"Yeah, yeah, well," he huffs, obviously unamused. He's going to be pissy and grumpy all day if I don't do something about it, so I tell him I was messing with him.

"Olivia, really?" He whines. At first I think he's actually upset with me, but he still wants to see me, so I suppose he's not mad. "I'll be there in a few."

I get up and make myself presentable before I hear a knock at the door. Thankfully I reach it first, and let Luke inside, him nearly chasing me up the stairs. We get to my room and he almost pushes me in, backing himself against my door to close it. 

"Geez, what's your problem?" I ask, laughing a little. He isn't usually so eager. He rolls his eyes and grabs my waist, pulling me towards him. He connects our lips and my hands subconsciously go to the back of his neck, where I play with his hair. I can tell he's needy when he bites on my lip. I pull away and get him to lay down with me.

Luke doesn't have laying down, and climbs on top of me instead, our lips still connected. He breaks the kiss and leaves kisses on my neck. 

"You had a really good dream, didn't you?" I ask, my voice quiet but still containing a taunting layer to it. He chuckles and sucks on a little spot on my chest, causing me to gasp a bit. I wasn't expecting it just yet.

"No marks, babe, I have the dinner thing," I tell him, getting progressively softer in tone. He makes a path to my lips again and kisses them sweetly.

"No marks that you can see," he corrects me with a wink. Luke makes me sit up and pulls off my t-shirt while I roll my eyes at him. His favorite thing, besides my ass, is me in my bra. He's the typical fuckboy.

He kisses on my chest and down on my stomach while holding onto my waist, gripping it tighter when he gets a small moan out of me.

At around four-thirty(with the hours spent making out), I tell him I have to get up and start getting ready. His lips pout and he lays on me, knowing I'm not strong enough to push him off.

"Don't get up, I like you better right here." He says, his tone final. I squirm under him, trying to get up. I eventually resolute in tickling him, which makes him laugh a lot and wiggle around. And let me up.

I walk over to my closet and pick out something nice to wear. Luke's arms wrap around my waist and sighs.

"Do I have to go, then?" He asks. I turn towards him and kiss him, having to stand on my toes. 

"Not yet,"

He pulls me closer by the belt loops on my jeans and squeezes my bum a little hard. I moan a little, and Luke exhales, resting his forehead against mine. "God, Liv,"

I look at him and take a little step back. He's never called me that before. He looks confused.

"What?" He asks.

"You've never called me that before."

"Oh. I haven't? I've wanted to. It's hotter and shorter than Olivia."

I roll my eyes and laugh, pushing him off of me. "Okay, okay, perv, go sit down, I gotta change,"

Luke goes and sits down on my bed, "covering" his eyes. Though I know he's peeking. I change into my dress and go into my bathroom, brushing out my hair again and putting on a little lipstick. I don't notice Luke until he makes a comment about how I don't need makeup.

"Yeah, yeah, well makeup is fun," I smile. He doesn't reply, only watches me with a little smile.

"I don't want to go. I want to have dinner with your family and talk to them and get to know my girlfriend's parents. Shit, I hope they don't remember my promise to teach Oliver guitar. I forgot. I'll do that soon. Hopefully they aren't pissed." He says, trailing off topic. I kiss his cheek to shut him up, leaving a kiss print.

"Look at how fabulous you look," I giggle, poking his side. He chuckles and pulls me to his chest.

"It's art, babe."

~~~

A/N:

HI MY LLAMAS

IT'S BEEN 20 YEARS

BUT IM HERE

WOO

DID ANYONE CATCH THE REFERENCE

(y o u r l i p s t i c k s t a i n i s a w o r k o f a r t)

aye

ANYWAY

i accidentally typed antwat

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