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A/N: It’s a bit longer than the first part and deals with mature themes (not really though), so read with caution.
This got angstier than intended.
You saw the way his facial features visibly unclenched and relaxed when he was sleeping. You took in the light pout that was grazing his lips and just how peaceful he seemed. You tried to memorize it all because it would be the only time you’d see him like that, the only opportunity before you both went back to distant and cold behaviour. You mentally sighed and wrapped yourself up in his blanket before Luke would wake up and snap at you to leave.
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In the end he tried to be nice or at least not kick you out of his bed so fast. You were not a normal girl he fucked that he didn’t want to see anymore, no, you were his roommate and he actually liked seeing you entangled in the sheets, eyes blinking heavily with sleep and with nothing more than a shirt underneath. Even though he’d like you even more with nothing covering your body. He hated himself the second his mind came up with the visual. Inappropriate but also tender thoughts about you had come to him more often than he wanted in the last few months that you stayed with him and he just wanted to shake them off. A relationship was not what he was searching for, let alone love and care.
He had to pull himself away from you, away from the temptation that indeed you were but Luke was never good with self control. He wasn’t ever going to sleep with you in a bed again, he vowed to himself, naked or with clothes on, sober or high. And he definitely wouldn’t fall in love with you because fuck it, then he would be screwed.
You had already gone to bed when Luke came home but your fragile sleep had left you to wake up again and hear his voice booming through the small apartment. You prayed that it wasn’t one of his ‘bad nights’, how you called it, when he came drunk out of his mind and you had to deal with the aftermath. Your job as a waitress in a bar already gave you enough drunks to deal with and you cherished the days and nights you didn’t have to work. You took a step into the living room and you could smell trouble making its way.
He reeked of sweat, alcohol and sex. His body was hunched over and he held on to the kitchen counter with his bloodied hands. You stood next to the door, a few feet away, examining Luke from a safe distance. You didn’t know what happened before he came home but you sensed it wasn’t good. Did he have a fight tonight? Did he lose it?
“Everything…” Luke breathed out. You were confused and slightly worried. “Luke, what…what happened?” Your voice was shaky and you hoped he could hear you from his position and from the way he was panting so loud. He raised his head and turned to look at you as if he just noticed you. He got up in an upright position and took a few steps closer to you. His eyes were dark, wild and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. They seemed to bore right through your soul and ate up all your sanity. You felt like you had not much left of it anyway.
“Everything, everything went to shit!” He spat while never leaving your gaze. You noticed how his fists clenched and the veins in his arms and neck popped out, the muscles that were hiding under his dirty shirt were straining. It might be because you’ve never seen Luke fight before but in this moment you could imagine him in the ring at one of those underground fights, all big and angry, ready to take his opponent.
But it was just you, not an equal partner, his height and broadness practically dwarfing you.
From the close distance you could make out little details - like his hair that looked like someone ran his hands through it more than a few times, messy strands falling in his face, his shirt seemed like it was pulled over in a rush and you made out little love bites around his neck and collarbones. Is that why he smelled of sex and came home late, even later than usual? You felt your heartbeat quicken but not in a good way.
An exasperating sigh left his mouth and his tough façade seemed to crumble right there, replacing vulnerability. “I just wanted to feel, you know.” He was standing now right in front of you, his glassy eyes scanning your face, one hand pressed to the wall you were leaning on and you could barely make out his words. He was slurring an apology, a terrible excuse to you as why he slept with a girl who he didn’t care about. You could’ve asked him and he wouldn’t even be able to tell you what she looked like anymore. But why did you care?
“Then come to me.” It was a stupid attempt at getting him close to you. It was more than a plead of physical affection and pleasure. You wanted him, more than his body but you knew for the time being you couldn’t expect that from him. You simply obliged as Luke suddenly crashed his lips onto yours.
They were soft and tasted of bitter alcohol and you drew him closer to you. With your hands fisting his shirt and his beat up ones coming up to grip your face, it felt like something exploded inside both of you, something fast, urgent and you forgot to breathe. A new wave of recklessness came crashing down on you when his lips reached your neck and his hands found the clip of your bra, and your shaky hands the zipper of his black skinny jeans just for you to race into a state of doubt and rationality again.
You knew this wouldn’t end well but you shook it off, it didn’t matter who used who for their body and their pleasure in this moment even though you already felt bad for what you were about to do.
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alright 4 chasper: "Get out from under the tree!""That snowball went right in my ear.""I think I got some tinsel up my nose.""I am not dressing up as an elf again…”
"Get out from under the tree!"
"How do you expect me to get out from under the tree when the cat is stuck in here?!" Jasper yelled from underneath, hearing ornaments crashing on their hardwood floor. Finally, getting Muffcake out from there and placing her in Chasity’s arms and shaking off the pine needles.
"That snowball when right into my ear!"
Jasper laughed with his mouth wide open, falling back into the white snow. “Should have hid in your igloo!” Responding quickly, only to get a snowball right to the eye.
"I think I got some tinsel up my nose."
If Jasper heard correctly, he knew exactly what he was going to do. Even though they were laying comfortably on their couch snuggled up watching Elf, he grabbed more from their tree and dropped it on her head. “Now it’s stuck in your hair too,” kissing her forehead lightly and chuckling.
"I’m not dressing up as an elf again…"
"You didn’t want to wear the costume for Mrs. Claus, what else do you want to be?! A fucking reindeer?"
