guys my first hater! lmao (yes she is my sister)

24| "it might show"

If there's anything worst than having my mom shop for me, it's going shopping with her.

The wedding is in exactly three weeks, and I still haven't gotten a maid of honor dress. Which is weird for two of many reasons. One, I don't think I've ever done anything that a maid of honor would be expected to do, and two -- something as important as making sure I had a dress, should have been taken care of a long time ago.

So, the next morning after my mom has wrestled everyone out of their beds and into separate cars, we all take a trip to the mall to help find me a dress.

"Do we have to get pink?" I mumble, cradling a arm full of different dresses. My feet hurt from walking so much, I'm starving, and I don't think I've ever saw so much glitter in my life.

In front of me, my mom nods. She's wearing another one of Andrew's t-shirts again, with these tight, olive colored pants, and Tom slippers. Her glasses slip down her nose, and she pushes them up; continuing with her maddening search throughout tons of rose colored dresses.

"Yes, doll." She stops to look at a dress, and absentmindedly mumbles, "Rosita Vendela Antique pink roses, that's the flowers we're going with. So, you need to match."

Snatching another dress off of the rack, she holds it up against me. It's floor length, and really pastel pink and I honestly don't like it, but I really just want to get the hell out of here.

I nod, "I like it."

My mom scrunches up her nose, shakes her head and puts it back. We walk towards another rack, and she rifles through it before grabbing another dress. It looks exactly like the same hot pink, frilly mess of other dresses I'm holding and I swallow back the urge to roll my eyes at her.

"Mom, no."

I watch as she looks at it again and then shrugs, "I think it looks nice." Turning away from me she walks up to the counter and tells the strawberry blonde haired saleswoman to set it aside.

I am so tired and so fed up, that just the sight of her doing that makes me want to scream. I almost have half the mind to drop everything I'm holding, walk the fuck out of the store all together, and find Andrew and Luke at the food court.

Anything than being in here with her.

"Annie doll, come on. Let's try these on, we still have to look for shoes."

This time I can't help the groan that slips out of my mouth.

--

After about two hours of trying on dresses, and balling my fists up to keep myself from lashing out on my mother, we finally come to terms on a dress.

It's knee length, strapless, and surprisingly not hot pink; but instead a blush pink color. It took a while to get her to give up on the whole look, but we came to a decision that it was either gonna be blush pink and frills or hot pink and fitted.

She wouldn't give up on the frills, and I wasn't gonna wear them; we negotiated it down to puffs.

When we finally get to the food court, the smell of fast food and cinnamon buns fill my nostrils and I almost collapse from hunger. Hurrying over to Andrew and Luke, I ignore their complains about us taking so long and I drop my bag down on the floor before throwing myself down in the booth, besides Luke.

"Careful, Annie! That dress cost a lot of money," my mom scolds, and I roll my eyes.

Sliding in closer towards Luke, I rest my head down on the table and groan. "Someone please kill me,"

He laughs, and then nudges my shoulder, "What's the matter?"

My mom scoffs, "She's fine, she's just being dramatic."

"I am not!" I shout, my words muffled by the table. Luke laughs again, and I almost shout at him to shut up. But then the feel of his hand reaching underneath the table and intertwining our fingers make me pause.

His hand is warm and smooth, and even though we've been here before it still feels like the first time.

My stomach dips and he gently tugs my hand over so that it's resting in lap, before whispering, "You kind of are."

I squeeze his hand, trying to tell him to shut it and then I glance up at Andrew. "What are we eating?"

"Well, I suppose everyone can get something different?" He mumbles, and then looks over at my mom. She nods and pulls out her wallet,

"Yeah, okay." She passes me and Luke her credit card and then to my disappointment Luke lets go of my hand and we slide out of the booth.

"Do you know how hard it was to sit with my father for two fucking hours?" Luke playfully groans as soon as we get out of earshot of our parents.

I roll my eyes at him, "And I'm the one being dramatic?"

"No, seriously. He asked me if I wanted to play solitaire on his phone. Fucking solitaire." Reaching up, he ruffles his hair and my eyes are drawn to the washed out black jean jacket that he's wearing.

He's wearing a red and black plaid shirt underneath it and I have to say -- he looks good. I don't tell him though, his ego is big enough. "Oh, relax. You weren't the one trying on a million dresses, with your mom in the same room as you nagging about how much your boobs have grown over the past year."

A smirk lifts the corners of his mouth and nods, "Alright yeah, you win. In the mood for pizza?"

I shrug, "I kind of wanted a burger."

"A burger it is then," Luke walks up ahead and then turns so that he's walking backwards in front of me, "By the way ... how much have  your boobs grown?"

--

When we get home, Andrew and my mom decide they want to want to take a nap, and I watch them climb the stairs as I kick off my shoes by the door.

"Is our bet still on?" Luke asks from besides me, where he's doing the same. He unbuttons the top of his shirt and nods towards their retreating figures.

"What?" I mumble.

"Remember I bet you ten bucks that we were gonna have a sibling in the next year or so?"

I roll my eyes, "They are not having ... you know. My mom just said they were going to take a nap. That's all they're doing."

"Yeah well, they're just watering it down for us. Luckily, I'm not a prude." He shakes hair off his forehead and then drapes an arm around my shoulder, "Unlike some people I know."

"Hey! I am not prude," I argue, shoving him off of me and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Prove it."

"What?" I mumble, my cheeks heating.

Luke rolls his eyes, and then smirks. "You heard me, Anastasia. I said, prove it."

"That's just something guys say to girls to get them to do ... you know, sexual stuff to them," I huff.

"And that's just something that girls who know they're prudes, say to to guys." He laughs.

"Whatever, I know I'm not."

"Okay, then prove it."

Tucking hair behind my ear, I contemplate on whether or not I feel like being bothered by Luke. Blue eyes look patiently down at me, and he raises an eyebrow, "Did you hear me? Or should I, you know, repeat myself?"

"I heard you perfectly fine," I state, and then I turn around and climb upstairs. Glancing back, I make sure Luke is following me and then I slip into his room.

It's dark, warm and inviting and I walk over and take a seat on the edge of his bed. It only takes Luke a mere minute to get upstairs and he closes and locks the door, before leaning back against it and staring at me.

My heart pounds against my chest.

"You know, Luke," I start, "I don't have to prove anything to you."

Biting his lip ring to keep himself from smiling, he nods. "You don't, Annie."

My body tingles all over, and I curl my toes. Taking a deep breath, I stand up tall, square my shoulders, and strive purposely towards him. I don't hesitate in grabbing the lapels of his jean jacket, pulling myself into him.

"So then why do you keep insisting that I do?" I whisper. Slowly moving my hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders, I stand on the tips of my toes and lock my index fingers around the back of his neck.

"Call it curiosity," Luke breathes. His arms wrap around my waist, snuggling me closer to him, and he drags one of his hands down the back of my thigh.

He tilts his head to the side, his lips parting, and he leans down so that our noses are touching. My eyelids flutter, and I sigh. "Curiosity killed the cat, Luke. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

He grins, "Why? Would you miss me, Annie?"

"I'm afraid so."

"How much?"

"A lot," I breathe, panting.

"Show me."

We're so close now, and I look up into his smoldering dark, blue eyes. Darting my tongue out, I wet my lips and pretend I don't see Luke's eyes widen at the sight, or feel how much my heart speeds up when he does that.

Gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, I pull him down and press my lips hard against him. I am not lying when I say my whole body explodes. Somewhere from deep inside of me lets out a moan, and I revel in the fact that this is the first time we've kissed since he admitted that he liked me.

Luke's hands cup the sides of my face, the sting of the cold metal bites against my skin. It feel's great.

Twisting us around, he pins me against the door with his hips. His mouth opens slightly, and then I feel his tongue. On my lips, the corner of my mouth, down on my neck where he licks a bold trail from the base of my throat all the up to the hollow of my ear.

"Ah," I pant.

His teeth tip at the skin and even though I don't want to, I push him back and drop my head down on his chest. My laugh is muffled my his t-shirt, "You can not give me a hickey on my neck!"

Blue eyes gleam and he combs his fingers through my hair an grinning that perfect smile again, "Why not?"

"Because, it might show, idiot."

Luke nods, "You're right." Then in one swift movement, he's gripping me by my thighs and lifting me up against him.

I squeal and then slap my hand over my mouth, "Luke!"

"Ssh," he laughs. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and nudge my forehead against his; smiling down at him. "You're so beautiful."

"So I've been told."

"You're also quite modest," he murmurs sarcastically before playfully tossing me down on his bed and crawling over me.

His long fingers lift the bottom of my t-shirt, and they trail a line from my belly button up to the center of my breasts. Luke stares at me for a long moment, underneath long, blonde eyelashes, and then slowly he leans down, his pink lips making a small 'O' shape, before he presses his mouth flat against my stomach.

"Ah, whoa." I gasp, my back lifting slightly up off his bed.

His tongue darts out, wetting my skin, and the feel of his warm breath fanning over to cool area is almost indescribable. Luke's hands press down against my hips and his teeth nip at my skin. After a minute or two, he presses a gentle kiss on the exposed area and then peeks up at me.

"I don't think anyone's gonna be able to see that," he whispers, with a smirk.

I almost can't breath.

Leaning up over me, Luke stares down at me, and brushes his nose against mine. "Guess this proves you're not a prude, baby."

My stomach drops again, and I manage to smile, "Guess so."

He grins, and we're kissing again; his body moving to rest between my parted legs, and his hand intertwined with mine and pinning it down against his bed.

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i wish luke would give me a hickey i swear i wouldn't care if people saw

this was just a filler with some you know Lannie action to make it less boring.

but yeah, hope you liked it! thanks for reading, please vote and comment and let me know what you think !! :D