you’re in the bath and luke’s sitting on the bathroom floor with his back against the tub, guitar perched in his lap and a ratty old notebook sitting next to him. every so often he strums a short melody and seems to ponder a thought before scribbling something down in his child-like handwriting. you have your arm resting on the side of the tub with your chin settled on it, eyeing luke’s profile as his expression shifts between concentration and frustration. he lets out a little huff and scratches a couple words away in his notebook before impulsively whipping his pencil across the bathroom.
“hey,” you coo softly, stifling a small giggle as you rub at his exposed bicep. “you okay there?”
“it’s just not fucking coming together how i want it to,” he immediately sighs, completely comfortable and at ease with you to reveal his frustrations. “the words are just…shit, to be honest. it’s shit. i need to start over.”
he shuffles to get up but you tug on his arm a bit, the water sloshing around you as you move. “wait, let’s hear it first,” you prompt and he turns to you, chewing on his lip as he decides whether he wants to torture you with his self-proclaimed ‘shitty lyrics’. “go on then,” you urge and sit back in the water, swishing the bubbles around your exposed chest.
he sighs and settles back down, keeping his back again the cold porcelain of the tub, before he reluctantly starts playing the small amount of the song he’s written. you close your eyes and take it in, the sound of his voice mixed with the light plucking of his guitar strings soothing you instantly.
“see, it’s horrible,” he finally grumbles, setting his guitar down as he slinks down a bit to rest his head on the edge of the tub.
“baby, it’s not horrible,” you assure him, sliding yourself closer to the edge to sit behind him. your wet arms snake around his neck but he doesn’t even flinch. he simply nuzzles back into you a bit and looks up at your face hovering above him, earning you one of those smiles of his you just loved so damn much. “just needs a little fine tuning,” you add and press a kiss to his forehead. “sing the bridge again.”
he does as you say, his hands immediately reaching up to grab your hands, and his fingers lace through yours to occupy them the way his guitar usually does when he sings. this time he stops mid way through though and gasps, quickly jolting away from you to grab the pencil he discarded. “how about…this?” he says, scribbling something in his notebook and holding it up to show you. you smile and he sing his little correction. you sing it back to him and maybe add something else to the end, causing him to drop his pencil in the water and instantly grabs your face to pull you into a kiss.
“that’s perfect, babe,” he insists against your lips, stealing a few more chaste kisses before reaching for his guitar again and sitting cross-legged in front of you. “my baby’s a genius,” he sings loudly, making up some fake melody to go along with his praises to you, sending you into a fit of giggles.
“but seriously,” he adds, chuckling a bit. “thank you. adding this to the list of reasons why i love you so fucking much.” he leans in and his lips find yours again. “my inspiration.”
