My heavy eyes were opened to reveal my dimmed house to me, telling me that no one was home. It was then I could feel my aching body and a light snore in my ear from the other heavy body clinging onto me.

The arm of the couch had been my pillow all night and it looked as if I was Luke's pillow. His arms were wrapped rather tightly around my waist and his head was resting on my shoulder as our legs stayed tangled together. The position had been comfortable enough to sleep up, but now seeing that I spent 8 hours in the spot, I had changed my mind about it.

I rested my elbow on his shoulder and brought my hand up to his flattened hair. I ran my fingers through his hair as I searched around for my phone, seeing that it was all the way across the room and was sitting on a table.

I frowned slightly and began looking for Luke's phone. After it not being in sight, I wriggled underneath Luke's arms to search my pockets but was out of luck. Just as his grip on me tightened, I noticed his back pocket lighting up and immediately reached out to grab it. He stirred around lightly, causing me to freeze in my spot. He stopped after a few seconds and I went back to pulling the phone out.

"Autumn, please stop touching my butt." Luke mumbled. I was startled by his voice since I wasn't expecting him to speak since his eyes were still closed and his breath was still steady.

"I didn't mean to!" I laughed, grabbing the phone with the hand that was just playing with his hair.

"Your hand was on my butt." His voice was hoarse and quiet, making me suggest he was probably feeling the same ache I still had in my body. I unlocked his phone to check the time and was surprised that it was 9am and everyone in my house was gone.

"It was in your pocket." I stated in my own defense.

"So not like this?" He moved his hand down and squeezed my butt once, making me squeal.

"No!" I smacked his chest once to prove my point and watched him finally move to sit up. "Not like that." I said as he scooted up closer towards me.

"Jeez, it's a good thing I was wearing a shirt when I slept this time." He blinked a few times at me as he rubbed his chest, telling me that I probably hit him harder than I expected. "What ever happened to 'your significant other should never lay a hand on you'?"

"Ew, I am not your significant other." I joked, looking him up and down.

"Then what am I? A piece of bread?" He scoffed lightly. I sat up straighter on the couch which forced Luke to get off of me.

"You're my best friend." I beamed a wide smile at him, one that was obviously fake. I crossed my legs as he smirked at me.

"Your best friend that likes to do this." He quickly leaned into me, kissing me hard yet lazily. I grabbed a hold of his t-shirt in my fists and pressed firmer against him for a split second before pushing him off of me.

A smile popped back onto his face and he moved down towards my neck, letting his soft lips peck every few inches.

"Stop." I giggled. I tugged at the collar of his shirt and pulled him to where he was now sitting up again. I stretched my legs out over his thighs and he raised an eyebrow at me, kicking up his feet on the table. He started to run a single finger over my leg, causing me to slap his hand away from the tickling feeling.

"Stop hitting me!" He whined, holding onto my hand that I had hit him with.

"It's only playful! Besides, you grabbed my butt." I watched as he intertwined our fingers and gripped tightly on my hand.

"Speaking of butts," He spoke. "What time is that dinner tonight?" His head tilted slightly to the side which matched my expression perfectly.

"What does that have to do with butts?" I asked. He glanced over my shoulder and I turned around, looking into our kitchen where our dining table was.

"The chairs." He explained. I turned back around, shaking my head slowly at him from my lack of understanding. "We're sitting in them!" He raised his voice, now laughing along with me.

"Oh my God." I muttered. I brought a hand to my forehead and pressed on my temples. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." I looked back up at Luke who was giving me the wide smile that hid his teeth yet made his dimple deepen. Out of all of the faces he had made, this one was my favorite, even though I never told him that because he did look rather cute. "Stop looking at me like that." I ordered, poking my finger into his dimple.

"Why?" This time his lips fell into a frown and the dimple disappeared. His bottom lip poked out and I dropped my hand from his face.

"Because you look cute." I shyly told him, looking down into my lap to see that he hadn't let go of my hand yet.

"I'm not cute, I'm a grown man." He huffed. I laughed loudly, but he wasn't taking it.

"A grown man who can't grow a beard." I taunted.

"Hey! Just because-"

"What are you two bickering about?" A voice asked from beside us. We both looked over to see my mom walking in with a few groceries in her arms. I untangled my hand from Luke's hoping my mom hadn't noticed.

"Cheryl, am I cute?" Luke asked once she set down the couple of things she had. I silently laughed at Luke's use of her first name, I always thought it was funny how he saw my mom as a friend rather then, well, my actual mother.

"Of course you are, sweetie." Her chipper answer made me snap towards Luke and swung my legs off of him.

"Ha!" I shouted, standing up and pointing a finger at him. He groaned and grabbed my hand, forcing me to help stand up from the couch. If he would've pulled me any harder we would've both fallen right back onto the leather.

"Why is that a bad thing?" My mom looked over her shoulder to us as we walked into the kitchen as she opened the fridge to put things away.

"It takes away from his raging masculinity." I rolled my eyes as I leaned over the counter, popping my knee and putting my weight into one leg.

"Yes, because it's all rubbed off onto you over the years, Primrose." Luke shot back. I glared over at him to find him already smiling at me while his teeth tugged at his lip ring, a new habit I noticed he'd been forming.

"You two are cruel to each other." My chuckled. She turned her back to us as she reached to place a box of cereal on the top shelf. "I swear you fight like a married couple." She sighed, something we've heard for about 10 years now.

My mouth was just about to form a smile when I felt a hand come right in contact with my butt. I swiftly turned around, seeing that Luke was trying his back to hold back a laugh. I shoved him backwards as I gave him an angry look even though I wasn't actually bothered by it at all. He stumbled backwards, nearly knocking over one of our chairs. He caught it before it fell to the side, sitting back up right and giving me an angelic smile.

I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back around to my mom who was already suspiciously looking in between us. She rose a finger to Luke and I, shaking it at us.

"Be careful, we don't need those legs on the chairs breaking on us for tonight." Her tone was joking, but I could tell she still wanted us to be careful and possibly not break the things in my home.

"I don't think it's the chairs legs that are going to be broken tonight." I said, partially through gritted teeth as I turned back to Luke.

"Well, I should get going." Luke slowly nodded his head, clapping his hands together.

"I'll show you out." I blinked a few times at him as I got up from the counter, giving him a fake smile.

I grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him back towards the front door. My mom's goodbyes were heard, but not exactly taken in since we would see him again in a few hours. I beat him to the door, opening it half way.

"What time are we all coming over again?" Luke asked, shoving his hands in his front pockets.

"Seven." I told him, watching as he kicked his feet on the frame of the door. I looked up to him again, this time to find him already moving towards me. He bent down lightly, kissing me quick before he left.

"Seven." He repeated once he pulled back from me. I nodded my head a few times, feeling more flustered than anything by the kiss. He turned his back to me as he hoped down my steps and back home.

I shut the door slowly, turning around and pressing my back to it, unsure of how this all came to be.

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"Just make it quick." Luke's hands tangled into my hair as I fumbled with the button on his jeans, steadily moving down to where I was now on my knees.

"I'm not sure how quick I can make this." I mumbled, biting down on my bottom lip from how rough he had been on them just moments ago. I tugged his jeans down with ease and giving him exactly what he had wanted.

I had put us in this situation, thinking it would be more fun for Luke than me, but it had actually swapped. We were at the dinner table, our parents talking about their plans about going to Times Square for New Years Eve while Luke and I were about to fall asleep in our chairs. I was the one to take it upon myself and let my hands linger a little too close on Luke's leg. I excused myself to the bathroom and Luke came racing in just a few minutes after, using the 'I cut my finger, I need a band-aid' excuse on our parents.

His fist clenched around a fistful of my hair, not enough to actually hurt, but enough to know I was doing the job well. Remembering that this was supposed to be short and sweet, I picked up my pace. The hand that grasped onto the counter behind him gripped tighter and I watched as his knuckles grew whiter by the second.

His head tilted backwards, a soft and throaty moan echoing through the large bathroom which a euphoric smile followed right after. His hand fell from my hair, letting it fall over one shoulder. He went to glance down at me, but I was already starting to stand back up, thankful that I was smart enough to be on the rug rather than the tile.

"How romantic, returning the favor in your parents bathroom." Luke smirked at my reflection in the mirror, tugging his pants to his waist. I shook a hand through my hair in an attempt to get it to look the way it had before.

"Who ever said mine was a favor?" I turned around to him and gave him a small smile, seeing that he was still fidgety.

"It's just a saying, Autumn." He laughed. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door, carefully unlocking it in case the click was loud enough to be heard. I flattened out my dress and went back in his direction, bumping him aside to get to the drawers.

I dug around in search or an actually band-aid to wrap around his finger just to make his story believable. I pulled one out, facing him as I tore the wrapper off. Luke's stare was heavy on me as I grabbed his hand, wrapping it around his finger.

"What?" I glanced up at him then back down to his hand as I secured the sticky material on his skin.

"You look pretty." He blurted out. I smiled to myself and took in a deep breath as I let go of him. He had the same expression as I did, except his cheeks were a darker pink than mine.

"Thank you." A childish laugh fell from my lips as I put my hands on his shoulders. I could tell he was still trying to get himself fully pulled together from the way his chest was slowing down as his words were still shaky.

A knock on the door caused us to snap our heads towards the direction, Luke looking over his shoulder right after I did. I let my hands fall to my side right before my mom had popped her head through the door.

"Are you kids alright?" She had suspicion of something, but surely not what had actually happened. She more than likely thought we came in here to push each other around since we were notorious for that.

I glanced down at his hand, grabbing it in mine, but not without noticing that he had yet to actually zip and button his pants yet. My eyes winded for a mere second then I went back to what I was doing.

"Struggled with the art of band-aids." I used Luke's hand as proof, waving it around as his laugh combined with my moms.

"Hurry up." She said, then leaving us back to where we were before. I waited a few seconds before actually opening my mouth just in case she decided to come back, which thankfully, she didn't.

I inhaled deeply, shaking my head at Luke while his expression turned from blank to untroubled by the situation. I gripped onto his shoulder while a let my hand lay gently on the other side of his face.

"You're lucky this time." I smiled as I brought my hands back to the jeans, zipping them up and buttoning them without breaking eye contact.

I brushed passed him, practically skipping to the door. I turned the handle, realizing he wasn't following. I checked his reflection in the mirror and it seemed he was stuck in a state of awe.

"Are you coming?" My question had snapped him back into reality and he spun on his feet to come towards me. He waved me off as he walked past me, his hand gripping onto my wrist and leading me back to the dining room.

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A/N:

autumn dirty dirty you are

idk how to feel about this chapter it was more of a filler, but hey

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