A/N: Why did it feel like I got way fewer comments last chapter? Now that they start having sex you don't need to cheer me on or yell at me anymore? Smh smh. 🙄😂😉

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Morning, Part II

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Ophelia:

I lay lazily on my stomach, a blanket bunched around my bare waist, watching Luke as he slips off the bed and tugs on his thin cotton pyjama pants, takes a swig from the water bottle that sits on his side-table.

His hair is a little damp with sweat, completely disarranged, sticking up in all kinds of directions. Lean, solid muscle stretches and ripples beneath his golden skin as he moves.

A satisfied sigh spills from my mouth.

He's so perfect. I love him so much.

We cuddled a bit more after we... you know. Had sex.

Eek. I cannot believe the way that sounds, so casual and simple in my head.

We had sex.

We're having sex now.

Like, not right now, obviously, but in general.

How crazy is that?

He tosses me one of his t-shirts and I tug it on, my body protesting with every movement.

So, sex is pretty intense and great except it makes me so sore.

Surprised, high-pitched giggles and squeals erupt into the air around us when he reaches for me, scoops me up, my legs draped over one of his arms and my arms wound around his neck. "What are you doing?" I murmur against his cheek, smiling.

"Breakfast time," he explains. "And since I apparently fucked all the energy out of you..."

I blush, burying my face in the crook of his neck. So, so bad. Is it wrong that I kinda like it when he says dirty things to me like that?

"Are you gonna carry me around during my soccer game too?" I tease, feeling so warm and comforted as he holds me, carries me out of his room, down the hall to the kitchen.

"I'm sure you'll be fine by then," he assures with a soft wink. He deposits me on one of the barstools in front of the dark granite island before planting a kiss to my forehead and then wandering over to a cabinet near the sink.

I like it when he walks around topless. I like it a lot.

A few seconds later, there's a couple Advil and a tall glass of water sitting on the countertop in front of me. "Thank you," I smile. I squirm a little in my seat, thighs presses tight together. It feels strange not wearing any underwear beneath this huge shirt of his.

"What time do you have to get home?" he asks, leaning against the island across from me.

I gulp back the pills and some water and reply, "No plans. Just need to be back in time to get ready for my game. How about you?"

"No plans either." His dark eyes glimmer and a crooked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Wanna spend the day with me?"

"I'd love to," I beam, my heart glowing warmly in my chest. "Except..." I bite my lip and whisper shyly, "No more sex today. I don't think my body can handle it."

He chuckles, sifts a hand through his hair. "Well then it's a good thing there are other things we like to do together, right?" A lopsided smirk. "Even if sex might be near the top of the list."

I flush, fighting back a smile. "Bet I can beat you in Scrabble." I stick my tongue out at him and he leans across the counter and bites into it gently. I scrunch up my face, giggling, and push him away except he holds onto my t-shirt and pulls me closer and catches my mouth with his and then we're making out awkwardly across the island, which reminds me that I really need to brush my teeth.

When we pull away for breath, he pecks the tip of my nose and then says, "I'll kick your butt at Jenga and speed."

"You're on, Loo."

And just for that, he rounds the island towards me, a wicked, dangerous look on his face, and I know exactly what punishment awaits me. So despite my achey body, I scamper off the stool and start running. It takes him a whole five seconds to catch me, wrapping me tight in his arms and tickling the life out of me while I push and protest and laugh and shriek and struggle except he's just too strong. He eases away when I'm panting and fighting for breath and then we're both sweaty, breathless, and I fall against his chest and sigh, "I love you," and he chuckles, replies with a rasping, "I love you too."

We squabble back and forth about what we want for breakfast before deciding on scrambled eggs and toast and fruit. "What time's your game again?" he asks as he swings open the fridge, starts pulling ingredients out.

"4:30. We're going out for dinner after." I remember that he's pretty much by himself for another entire day so I offer, "You should come with us. My parents obviously won't mind. We're getting burgers."

I think I can detect a faint flush sneaking into his cheeks. "Uh." He scratches the back of his head and says, "I was planning on coming to watch your game and stuff, but..." He flashes me a sheepish grin. "It might be kinda... awkward? I feel like your entire family is just gonna look at me and think about how... uh..."

Oh. Yeah.

My lips round into a pout as I lean against the counter opposite him. "Well... won't they just have to get over it? And it's not like they'd ever say anything to you." After a second I amend, "Well, Darcy might, but he's a turd, so..."

He lets out a breath, shrugs his shoulders. "I guess I'll just have to grow a pair." He reaches out to me, winds his arms around my waist, pulls me against him. I stand onto my tippy-toes and squash my nose against his as he jokes, "If they're being mean, you'll stand up for me, right?"

I smile against his lips, give him a tender, reassuring kiss. "Of course I will," I murmur. Except, one kiss turns into another and then it takes a concerted effort to pry ourselves apart so we can cook breakfast.

As he gets started on the eggs, I put on a pot of coffee and then excuse myself to use the bathroom and brush my teeth and wash my face and stuff, and then sneak back into Luke's room to slip into a pair of underwear.

When I check my phone, there's a message from my mom.

Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?

Great ❤️ Just making breakfast.
I'll be home before my game.
Can Luke come for dinner with us?
He's all alone tonight

I take my cell with me as I wander back into the kitchen. Mom replies super quick.

Of course he can.
You guys being safe and responsible?

Mhm. Always, mommy

Call if you need anything.
Love you.

Love you too

Luke's finished with the eggs and is checking his phone too. He quirks an eyebrow as he looks down at his screen, shaking his head. "My parents are... so fricking weird."

He slides his cell along the marble surface of the island towards me and I take a glimpse at his family group-chat.

Dad: No sex in the kitchen while we're away, yeah?

Mum: If you do make sure you Lysol afterwards

I stifle a mortified laugh into my palm, handing the device back to him. A sudden thought floats into my mind and disturbs me further. "Wait, do you think... they've ever..." My voice drops to a whisper. "In the kitchen?"

He pales and we both look around at the countertops. I glance down at the tall dark leather barstool I'm perched on and wince. "Uh..." He winces and says, "I'd really rather not think about it."

Sometimes I do wonder what kind of strange things my parents get up to when Darcy and I are out of the house. Or when they were younger. I mean, I've heard snippets of stories over the years but...

Yeah, Luke's right. Better not to think about it.

We finish cooking at then eat our breakfast at the kitchen table together. Luke likes to have his eggs and toast with ketchup on the side which is just plain nasty in my opinion but hey, nobody can be 100% perfect.

At one point, he gets a smear of red sauce at the edge of his lips and I reach out to swipe it away, and he kisses the pads of my fingers and his scruff tickles my palm and I'm just... so happy, you know?

Being in love is the best thing ever.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" he asks as we finish doing the dishes. Something in my lower gut clenches at the thought.

"Okay."

Being naked with a boy is just... a one of a kind experience, I've come to realize.

Firstly, he's gorgeous and hot and looking at him just makes me melt.

Second, there's never the possibility that he won't get hard, at least once. And, well. Hamlet's pretty difficult to ignore.

As I scrub shampoo into Luke's hair, Hamlet sits between us and tickles my stomach.

I wonder what it would be like, to have a penis.

Penises are so weird.

Like, they strain in one direction when they're hard, and flop the other way when they're soft. They have a funny texture, and I can't help but think it would be annoying to have one dangling off your body all the time, but he doesn't seem to mind.

My skin prickles and tingles with knowing anticipation as he and I scrub each other clean, skim our hands over each other's bodies, suds of soap slickening our palms beneath the steaming water.

He spends an extra long time carefully, attentively cleaning between my legs. I grip onto his shoulders and press my face against his chest as his fingers float across me down there, delicate but firm.

Just as my hips tilt up a little, seeking more pressure, more friction, he removes his hand and quietly decides, "All clean," and my insides constrict disappointedly.

I can tell from the subtle, knowing glint in his dark eyes that he might be teasing me on purpose.

Well, two can play that game.

I squirt some body-wash onto my palms and wrap my fingers around his length, massaging his thickness the way I know he likes. I drift my fingers over his balls, rub soap onto them, touch him everywhere. For hygienic purposes, obviously.

When his fingers start digging harder into my hips and his breaths become shallower, pre-cum dripping from his tip, I pull away and airily declare, "All clean."

A small, low growl from the back of his throat sends delicious shivers skating down my spine.

And just to make it worse, I turn my back to him, reach for some more soap and pretend to be busy wiping my arms and shoulders. A breathy gasp falls from my lips when I feel his hands grasp my hips, pull me back against him, so his hard-on digs into my behind, presses between my butt cheeks... oh my gosh...

He leans down so his tongue travels along the slope of my neck. He sweeps my hair out of the way, nibbles on my earlobe, reaches around me to swipe a thumb over a peaked, tingling nipple...

Heat floods through my body and I lean back into him, needing... something. Anything. "Luke..." I whisper, my voice drowned away by the pouring stream of water pelting down on us. I wiggle my bum against him, grasp his hand that's holding onto my waist and guide it down, to the front of me, so his fingers finally settle where I need them.

He works his hand between my legs, mostly focusing on the outside. I guess he knows I'm still a little tender inside. I wriggle and shiver and squirm against him and it makes him groan. He sucks on my neck, using his free hand to hold my side firmly so he can keep grinding himself against my behind.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh... I'm not surprised when my orgasm soon washes over me, alleviating all the tension in my gut and making me gasp out his name so it bounces off the glistening tiled walls of the shower. But I am a little surprised when, after lots of sliding and grinding, he comes too. I feel him shudder and release behind me, feel the spurts of his climax trickle down the swell of my bum.

Hm. I guess... rubbing against my butt feels good for him.

I guess I'll add it to my mental list of things Luke likes.

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A/N:

Eye spy with my little eye some kinky seeds being planted...

What kind of awkwardness would you like to see next chapter when Luke spends the evening with Fee's family?

Today's midterm was cake. Just one left! 💪🏽

XOXO Ami

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