Author: Rhine
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He almost misses it at first.
He's wrapped around you in a mess of tangled sheets and long legs, skin against skin with cotton weaved in between as he holds you close, gently stroking your hair.
The glowing clock on the table behind you reads 3:12am, the soft glow the only source of light in the room save the small streams of moonlight trickling from behind the curtains.
Luke knows you're still awake – something about the rhythm in your breaths, the soft strokes of your fingers on his shoulders – the two of you were never ones for early sleep, much preferring to stay up in the ungodly hours where it feels like it's just you and him in the world.
It is just you and him in this world of blankets and plush pillows, after all.
The two of you don't speak – you just wanted to save this simple, innocent moment with Luke, a moment where you feel so at home in his arms, so right – where you don't have to fill up space with empty conversation, where the silence washes over you like hot water after a long day, where your mind is free to wander as your fingers do the same along the ridges of his curved spine.
And it's like that for a while – just you and him in the dark, his fingers softly playing with your hair while yours dance along the hilled muscles of his back – that is, until your quiet words break the silence.
I'm hungry.
Luke laughs loudly at this, the feeling of his reverberating chest against the side of your head, turning to him and pouting slightly at his thunderclap laughs in the silence.
Stop laughing! It's a serious problem!
He sobers down after that, though a wide grin still lingers on his dimpled cheeks as he brushes the hair away from your forehead affectionately.
Of course you'd say something like that.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing, nothing.
He's shaking his head slightly, something like amusement in his eyes when he looks at you.
What would you like, princess? Pancakes again?
You scrunch up your nose at him, shaking your head.
It was such a mess last time – I don't want to clean that up in the morning again.
I helped you clean up!
Singing in the background does not contribute to help, Luke.
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5SOS Imagines
FanfictionI write about these four Australian dorks a little too much. These imagines were originally posted on my Tumblr account [5secondsofimagines.tumblr.com] until some lovely followers suggested the wonderful idea of sharing the stories on Wattpad as we...
