Pairing: Jon x Luc
I don’t remember how it all begun,
and to be honest, I don’t care. All I care is that he is here,
where he should be. He’s running his hands slowly down my chest
as his lips search mine. I turn my head away from his lips,
teasing him. He chuckles, his breath touches my skin like
feathers and I can’t help but shudders. He presses his lips
softly to my throat, opening his lips and taste me with his
tongue. I think I groan softly as he chuckles once again and
presses his lips harder against my skin, bites it softly, just
to mark me as his. And I am.
“Look at me” he whispers and places
soft kisses to my shoulder. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and look straight
into his blue ones. He smiles and kisses my forehead, softly,
“I love you” he whispers before he
leans in closer to press our lips together.
I close my eyes and open my mouth,
feel his tongue against mine. It’s amazing how just one touch
can mean so much. His fingers caress my cheek and down my neck
to my chest. His lips go lower to kiss my throat once again. He
leads me to his bed and pushes me down before straddling me. He
smiles teasingly before he leans down to kiss me.
“I love you” he whispers once again.
“I love you too” I whisper back,
hardly keeping my voice steady.
He smiles at me once more and then
kisses me passionately, making me forget everything else. He has
that effect on me. His lips go lower again as his hands caress
my sides. Tugging on my jeans, he smiles at me teasingly. I can
merely nod. I raise my hand to pull away some strands from his
face. He bends down and kisses my belly, teasingly dipping his
tongue down my navel.
“Lucas” I moan softly and then
blushes, but he merely smiles and continues to go lower with his
lips and tongue.
I wake up with a start by the alarm.
Hand fumbling till the annoying noise stops. I lay there for a
moment. My breath is slowly going back to normal as I realise
the truth. Lucas isn’t there, he never was, nor was I with him.
It hurts like hell. I go up and into the shower, try to delete
all memory of him. But when I step out of the shower, he’s still