Luke Hemmings

*requested: home alone with Luke           

Like what I’m doing now when it’s requested? ;D

You sat on the couch, watching another episode of Doctor Who and smiled as he hugged Rose, taking out your phone as you felt it vibrate. It was a text from Michael, saying he couldn’t make it over. Shrugging your shoulders you sent a quick response, turning back to the show in front of you. You heard the bedroom door open, signaling Luke was finally awake. Continuing the episode, you heard him walk in to the kitchen behind you and then he was behind you, his hands just above your shoulders.

“Good morning gorgeous.” You giggle, looking up at his messy head for a second before looking back at the show.

“It’s one in the afternoon babe.” He began to slowly massage your muscles, leaning down to your ear.

“Well last night was kind of draining.” You smiled, not turning to face him.

“For one of us.” He continued to massage you, leaning his head closer to yours.

“Well why don’t you come back to bed and I’ll make you drained.” You giggled, turning your head to face him.

“I’m expecting Michael to come by and hang out.” Luke chuckled, kissing your cheek.

“Who’d you think told him not to come?” You stood up, turning the television off and throwing the remote on your black couch.

“Well then, looks like you’ll have your work cut out for you babe.” He chuckled as he walked with you, snaking his arm around your waist.

“Oh trust me baby, I’ll have you tired before I even come close to finishing.”