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October.

I didn't think he knew what he was doing, and neither did I.

I brought my arms up to hang loosely around his neck, hoisting myself up on the counter as he stepped closer between my legs, his hands going underneath my shirt and traced my back lightly, leaving sparks wherever he last left his touch.

I didn't know whether I wanted this, or not. My mind says one thing, but the way he's running his hands throughout my body, tells me another.

Shit.

I felt him groan against my mouth, sending small vibrations as the grip I had around him tightened, using my arms to pull the back of his neck closer to me, my legs to his bum as his body pressed against mine, the space between us completely gone yet I still tugged him forward towards me.

Luke pulled away, his lips brushing over mine and I could tell he was resisting the urge to lean in.

"You have no idea how much I want to do this."

And his words were close to almost driving me off of the edge.

Almost. That was the one, tiny reason why I didn't already fall off of the brim.

Because a part of me was telling me that it was too early, and that I wasn't ready, even if this wasn't my first time.

"I don't- I don't know." I stuttered, probably already ruining the moment, as well as deflating the 'Mount Everest' evident in his jeans.

"Like, I know this isn't my first time and it goes the same for you but- god this is awkward." I I averted my gaze to my fingers, pinching the skin with the tip of my nails. "I don't know. I mean, I feel like I want to, but something's telling me that I'm not ready."

But that wasn't true; I wanted every single bit of him, his hands leaving sparks of electricity on places he touched, the stubble on his face touching my skin whenever he'd try and whisper pointless, little nothings into my ear.

He was still positioned between my legs as Luke stared at me for a while, and his hands drop from my back to the top of my thighs, making me breathe deeply. He wasn't helping with the situation.

He didn't say anything, but only moved himself closer to lean his head on my shoulder, his hot breath hitting the pit of my neck. I suppress a groan, closing my eyes and pulling him in by the fabric of his shirt, the thin cotton tightly gripped in my hands as I pull his torso towards me.

Luke only hummed, his hands rising up and down the surface of my legs, his head still near my neck, "Let's just talk, then."

Talk. Okay, Luke. Let's just talk like this, in this position, where my jeans practically have a glass of water spilled in them, while your jeans could be mistaken by another mountain that people would want to climb.

That person being me, of course. Wait, October, what the hell are you saying?

"O-okay," I muttered, as my hands found his hair, my fingers combing through the soft strands. "U-uhm, I really like the wall. What gave you the idea to tell me that way?"

"It was Ashton who came up with it," he responded simply, not even paying attention to the conversation as he nuzzled his nose against my sensitive skin. "You smell really nice. Either like fresh fruit, or coconuts."

I let out a shaky breath, wondering how on earth could a human being as perfect as him could make me feel like this.

And I felt my border breaking; I felt myself wanting more.

"Ashton's a cool guy," I remarked flatly, tilting my head back against the cupboard as I felt Luke's warm lips against my collar bones, leaving trails of soft, gentle kisses on y skin's surface, and I clenched the back of his hair in my fists gently.

"You have a freckle on your between your collar bones," he muttered, bringing his hand up from my thigh to run his calloused finger over the small area that apparently consisted of sun speckles that he happened to point out, when I had lived for twenty-one years and have seen myself in the mirror over a thousand times, and yet failed to notice the 'freckles' that he had seemed to catch sight of.

He wasn't doing this on purpose, right?

But either way, I couldn't take this anymore.

"Luke, c-can you please look at me? S'il vous plaît?" My change of language caused him to lift up his head by only a little, his eyebrows slightly raised and his lip pulled to one side. "God, this isn't working."

"You speak French?"

"Well, my mom does, and my dad sort of knows how, but I'm not fluent." I replied, absentmindedly pulling him back, and he responded by returning to his previous position.

"Oh, alright. That's- that's pretty cool." He continued to place kisses on my neck, making his way up to my jaw, then kissing around my ears.

"Luke."

He ignored me, but instead nipped on the spot he was working on, causing me to moan softly, arching my back as I gripped the counter edge. I felt him smirk against my neck.

"Still not 'ready'?" He asked sweetly, pulling back as he watched me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

I opened my mouth to reply but felt my words get caught in my throat, not having any explanation whatsoever to protest against this.

"Oh, fuck it."

It didn't take him long to respond, as he gripped my waist tightly and connected his lips to mine in a rough manner, my head hitting the cupboard but I was too lost in the moment to even cuss at him for being so impatient.

My arms made their way around his neck, pulling at the back of his shirt's collar and he pulled away, panting, grabbing the hem of his thin t-shirt and pulling it off in one swift motion, throwing on the island counter before pulling me towards him by my bum to continue our little make-out session.

I ran my hands down the front of his torso, causing Luke to groan loudly into my mouth, as he lifted me off of the counter and carried me towards the living room, dropping me on the couch as he climbed between my legs, towering over me before kissing down my neck.

Feeling unaffected by anything, I moan loudly, licking my plump lips as he sucked on a particular spot - underneath the side of my jaw - inevitably leaving a love mark on the surface.

I pushed at his chest slightly, gesturing for him to look up, our breaths both uneven and quick-paced. "Do you- do you have a condom?"

His eyes widened as he groaned in frustration, checking his pants' pocket just in case. "Didn't think I would need it. Shit, I just ruined everything, did I?"

I shook my head, still panting as I quickly stood from the couch, grabbing his hand and speed-walking towards my bedroom. "'M not stopping now. I bet Michael left his pants in my laundry; he always carries some."

He picked up his speed at my encouraging words, ignoring the creepiness of my best friend as I searched the hamper perched up against my colorful wall, with Luke behind me, as he pulled my hair to one side, the other hand trailing up and down my waist.

"C'mon, c'mon," I cussed, finally pulling out a foil packet, and it took Luke no longer than a second to have me up against the wall again, kissing me hungrily.

"I love you," I whispered as he guided me towards my bed, placing me down as I started to undress myself hastily.

I drop my clothes onto the floor, only left in my undergarments as Luke's eyes scanned my body from my head to my toes, licking the corner of his mouth before he shrugged off his tight pants, holding the packet in his hand.

I noticed his hesitant behavior, as his hungry glare softened, and the vulnerable Luke was back - only half naked with a boner, and we were about to have sex. It truly was a perfect combination.

Taking the lead, I stood up and strode towards him, my shaking hand grasping the packet out of his fingers as I played with the hem of his hamburger boxers, palming him through the thin material as he kept his eyes on me.

I blinked at him innocently from my eyelashes, strengthening my actions and I watched his knees buckle, moaning loudly and he pushed me back, the mattress hitting the back of my head as I kept my hand on his bulge, feeling him as his lips were connected to mine.

"K-keep doing that," he breathed shakily, shutting his eyes as his mouth fell agape, grunting once more.

Doing the exact opposite, I stopped, holding the condom wrapper between my two fingers and he took it quickly, sliding down his boxers and slipping on the latex cover and I tried my best not to have my eyes pop out of my head at the new sight.

"You sure, baby?" He asked once more and I nodded, shutting my eyes as he positioned himself.

Luke

I slowly pushed into her, letting out the groan that I suppressed as I felt her arch her back in pleasure, and I reached behind her to unclasp the bra that was keeping her chest hidden away from me.

October chuckled, as she flung the item across the room and pulled my head down, connecting my lips to hers as I thrust into her at a tempting pace.

Seeing her so bare - so beautiful as she moaned underneath me heightened those boyish hormones in me as I picked up the pace, my arm wrapping around her curved back as I moved a little faster.

"Shit," I whimpered, as I felt the satisfaction flow all throughout my body and I watched her facial expressions, her lip caught between her teeth and her eyes closed, brows furrowed.

"L-look at me baby," I panted and she followed, her eyes fluttering opened as she stared back at me, with the look of pure admiration and lust laced in her irises.

She was all I ever wanted.

I felt myself drawing closer to my climax, and I could tell she was too, as she tightened and grasped the sheets in her hands, leaving wrinkles upon the bedspread.

My thrusting slowed, becoming sloppier, as I fall to the warm area of the mattress next to her, taking her sweaty hand in mine, tracing out her palm with my fingernails.

The room was filled with our huffs for air, and I stared at the ceiling, before reaching for her waist and carrying her to her side of the bed, tucking her underneath the quilt and I joined her quickly after.

"Now can I sleep?" She joked, propping her head up on her bent elbow, tracing my jawline with the tips of her fingers as I felt my eyelids drop, humming to her touch.

"I love you," I beamed tiredly, pulling her bare middle towards me - and even if we weren't clothed, everything still felt right.

"I love you, but I just want to clarify, that what we just did was called fucking." I chuckled, running my hands over her stomach.

She giggled, yawning as she pulled her hair up and out of my face, "I know."

And with that, I watched as her backbones flexed when she shifted in her position, her warm body close to mine, my grip around her tightening.

"I love you." I whispered into her fruit-scented hair, and sleep took over me.