early update cuz it's christmas!!!
anyways.
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Christmas.
It's Christmas.
Evelyn was already awake, before Michael or anyone came in to wake her up. That was something that surprised Luke, when he entered her room.
"You're awake," he stated, drumming his fingers on the desk as he walked into her room.
She yawned, pushing her hair back and smiling cutely to Luke. He dug his knees into the bed next to her, pulling the tiny girl easily into his lap.
"Hm," she hummed with a soft smile on her lips, brushing the hair out of his face. If she had moved any closer, she would be connected right to his lips.
Her heart pounded more in her chest: it didn't matter how many times he kissed her, she could never get used to the feeling. He was so close that she could almost taste the soft mint always on his tongue.
Her hands cupped his face, Luke's hands wrapping tighter around her waist and bringing her much, much closer to him.
The bare skin of her legs connected with his thick, black sweatpants. So little in between them.
So little.
Luke leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away scrunching her nose with her eyes shut. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against himself in confusion.
"Don't kiss me! I just woke up."
He rolled his eyes and chuckled lowly from the back of his throat, leaning to kiss her anyways.
His lips were slow, gently fitting against hers with connected movements. They were in sync as she pressed herself even closer to his chest, hers now touching him.
She rocked her hips lightly against his as he groaned into her mouth, pausing his lips as he pulled away.
Luke admired the beautiful little girl in front of him, running his thumb against her now swollen, pink lip. Completely bare faced, she was still the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen in his life.
His breath still hot on her face, he murmured, "I should go, before Michael comes."
Unmovingly, Evelyn nodded.
They both stayed in their positions, Evelyn not moving whatsoever from his lap. He continued to press kisses on her lips, pulling away only to kiss down her jaw, reaching the bottom of her ear.
She sighed as Luke gripped her hair lightly, pulling it back to expose her neck even more. He continued to kiss Evelyn's skin. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips as he smirked to himself.
Her mouth hung open as Luke teased the skin with his teeth. When she let out a soft moan, he chuckled.
"You like that don't you," Luke mumbled. She rolled her eyes, though he couldn't tell. Nor did she care, the pleasure invading her senses.
In one fell swoop, Luke grabbed her by the hips, flipping her onto the bed and laying his head against her chest. He was comfortable, her chest acting as a pillow.
Like a dead man, he let his body's weight relax on her.
She giggled.
Luke laughed as well, the rumbling in his chest against her body as he closed his eyes and stayed on top of her.
She looked down at the boy's head in her chest, rubbing his hair and playing with it.
He sighed, loving the feeling of her fingers in his locks of blond. Reveling in it, really.
A thought struck Evelyn's mind.
"Luke," she nudged, "The party is today."
He did not answer, his breathing slow and rhythmic against her.
She nudged his shoulder once more, "Luke" Evelyn whined. Evelyn lifted his shirt up from the back absentmindedly, running her nails against the soft skin in an attempt to get him moving.
It worked.
"Okay, okay" he sat up slowly, his curly hair hanging in his face, "I should get going to my house and getting my family ready."
Evelyn nodded, knowing how long his two brothers and his parents would take to get ready for a party.
Considering their few showers.
"Oh," he turned back, "I'm going to bring everyone's gifts here."
She nodded, unsure of what that meant for her.
He furthered, "I want to steal you away sometime during the night to give you yours, okay?"
Evelyn thought about her gift for Luke.
Her multiple gifts to Luke.
But the one that she was most nervous for, was driving. She had spent day after day prepping and practicing with Ashton, Hailey, anyone would give her the time of day.
Though there was fear that still coursed through her every time she stepped up to the wheel, her love for Luke overwhelmed it.
Now if she could just keep that fear under control when she showed him tonight.
That, would be great.
——
"Michael get out I'm getting ready!"
Her brother pushed against the door, "Do you have your night dress?"
She rolled her eyes, holding the satin, black dress that she had bought from the mall a few weeks prior.
"And your casual dress?"
Evelyn pulled out a short, red dress for later in the night in case she got tired. With them was a pair of flats to change out of her black heels.
Which would definitely happen.
God we have too much money for our own good.
She took the dress out of its bag, holding it in front of her.
(this is the dress^^)
Carefully, she slipped the dress on, flattening it out in the front. The low back tied off with the strings as she made sure it would not loosen.
Evelyn put a thin eyeliner on, making sure it did not smudge.
I'm surprised these wings were even.
She swiped on a red lipgloss, standing up and observing herself in the mirror.
Fuck yeah I look good.
The door bell was ringing every few minutes as the many, many guests began to arrive.
A knock on her door turned her attention as her dad appeared in front of her.
He was wearing a suit with a cute little bow tie undone.
She smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. With nimble, small hands, Evelyn reached to his bow tie and fixed it for him.
"Thanks Eve," her dad smiled with kind eyes, "You look beautiful."
She giggled, spinning in a little circle as Michael stepped next to her father.
"Oh perfect, Mike, Eve, go stand in front of the Christmas tree in the living room," Their father pushed them out of her room and into the living with an assortment of guests.
Everyone around had some sort of connection to their family, or was a plus one.
The siblings stood in front of large tree, Evelyn placing a chaste hand on his back as Michael placed a hand lightly around her waist.
They smiled, slightly uncomfortable with all the guests observing their actions.
The door bell rang.
Ashton, who Evelyn didn't even know was already here, called out to get it.
Her eyes trailed over for a moment to the door to see Luke.
Her jaw nearly dropped.
His black suit was perfectly fit around his body, the material tight around his biceps from clearly working out. He had taken out his lip ring in terms of formality.
He had never done that before.
Truth be told, in Luke's mind, it was for her. Everything was for her.
He would jump out of a plane for her. Die for her. Live for her.
And his eyes were straight on her.
Michael also noticed Luke, who he eagerly gestured to. Luke walked over towards the two, Evelyn's heart rate rising every second.
"Come! Get in here between us," Michael made space as Evelyn swallowed. Luke fitted himself between the two, placing a hand wrapped around her waist and the other around Michael.
They all smiled in front of the camera, many unspoken words in between the couple.
Wordlessly, Luke tapped his fingers around her waist. Three times.
Now, she couldn't exactly read his mind, but it felt like something close to "I love you". Just in tapping.
Morse code?
Shut up Evelyn.
Evelyn tapped her fingers on Luke's back three times as well, both of them immediately at ease. The comfort brought to each other just by the simple taps was so, warm.
Finally, her father stopped taking pictures, turning to attend to his guests. With that, they relaxed, turning to each other with minimal greetings.
It was a very overwhelming scene, all the colors and guests of various ages surrounding. Everyone looked so rich.
Luke knew they had a lot of money, but he didn't know it was this much.
"I need wine," Michael groaned, running after a caterer to grab a cup. She scoffed at her brother's erratic behavior. It was so unlike him, but he just hated social events like this.
Luke turned to Evelyn, his eyes in awe of her beauty. He couldn't take his vision off the dress, off her face, off her eyes.
Yup. I'm whipped. I have gone soft.
He shook his head, running a quick hand down her arm.
"You look beautiful," Luke whispered, reaching down to give her a hug. His musk of cologne enveloped her senses, as she felt him place a chaste kiss on her neck. It was subtle, a little greeting in their own need of each other.
He pulled away, trying not to draw attention to them.
Ashton and Hailey soon moved over to the two, reaching over in loud banter to give each other hugs and greetings.
Hailey hugged Evelyn, handing her a gift as she did the same. They had known each other for so long that the formalities of gift giving was past them.
"Merry Christmas bitches!" Kate came into view as some of the older guests looked at him with shocked, disturbed looks.
He jolted his head forward in a domineering way, "What? You never heard the word bitches?"
Evelyn's dad, trying to keep in a laugh, called out from the other side of the room, "Be nice to my guests Kate."
He rolled his eyes playfully, turning to his friends and thrust at them wrapped gifts.
Just then, Calum appeared in front of them. Evelyn looked over to her brother, waiting to see his reaction. Luke reached first, reaching over to give him a hug. Immediately, she relaxed.
Michael's face was tense towards Calum, though only Evelyn really noticed it.
"Here Eve," Calum mumbled softly, handing her a small box. She thanked him, slipping the gift in her pocket and telling him she would open it later.
Not in front of Michael.
The rest of them took the gift with their name on it from Kate.
Evelyn jumped up, turning to under the Christmas tree and pulling out the gifts for everyone.
Except Luke, of course.
They all unwrapped each other's gifts, excited with what they have been given. Soon, everyone had gotten their gifts from everyone else.
Luke turned to the girl with a glint in his eyes, excited for later that night, "Like we agreed?"
She nodded, "Like we agreed."
——
Dinner was horrible.
Okay you're dramatic Evelyn.
It were not horrible. The food was absolutely delicious. Hell, she was the one who picked out all of the food. The caviar, the champagne, the delicious foods.
But she wanted Lucky Charms.
She looked around at the extravagant scene in front of her. The two large dinner tables were covered in velvet, an assortment of trays with waiters swirling around the area.
But no Lucky Charms.
Luke glanced over to Evelyn, seeing her pouted face and flushed cheeks.
"What's wrong?" He mumbled into her ear, above the clatter of the other dinner guests.
"I want," she felt embarrassed to say it now, "Lucky Charms."
Luke laughed a little, getting up and placing his lap napkin on the table. He pushed his chair in quietly, making his way away from the table and towards the kitchen.
Ashton looked at him with questioning eyes as he dismissed it.
It was a short while before Luke returned with a white bowl with colorful candy. She nearly jumped out of her seat.
She squealed, the other guests giving her disapproving looks as she grabbed the bowl of Lucky Charms from her boyfriend.
"I love you I love you I love you," she ate the cereal with a muffled voice. It was heaven in her mouth, and she wanted to almost moan.
He smirked, "I know."
Her dad raised a glass of champagne, tapping a fork for the attention of the guests. Everyone looked over to the man, awaiting his speaking.
"Boys," he gestured to his son and his friends, "If you could start playing."
They nodded, all four of them getting up and grabbing their instruments to play.
Evelyn almost forgot that they were the entertainment. It was a good gig though; Evelyn's dad was paying them a lot of money.
They started up their instruments, Luke securely in front of the others with the mic in hand.
(like the gif at the very top)
"Tonight the music seems so loud," Luke sang, his eyes straight on the girl, "I wish that we could lose this crowd."
Her heart pounded in her chest, not letting her eyes ever leave his. She hadn't been prepared for such intensity, though she should have been. Everything about Luke Hemmings was potent.
Tonight had the power to change her world, learning how to drive, just for him.
Potent.
That was the only way she could describe Luke.
He took a step back and with slow deliberation looked her dead center. His inspection seemed to last for hours, though it must take only seconds. The air between them crackled, as if it was nobody else but them in the room.
As if the feet between them were merely inches, and she just wanted to move towards him.
But she stay rooted to the seat she was in, observing him sing the soft songs. He lingered his eyes for a moment on her lips before finally lifting his head to meet her eyes.
She couldn't help it. She was drawn in by the force and pressure of the tempest building in those damnable eyes.
——
With no one's attention around them, Evelyn quickly changed out of the black dress, shifting into the short, red dress. It was right on the top but loose near the bottom, hanging above mid thigh and covering just enough.
It was much easier to maneuver in, and much, much easier to drive in.
If she doesn't freak out last minute.
Which I still might.
A rapple of knuckles signaled someone as she turned around. Luke stood there with a smile, gift wrapped presents in his hand. He leaned over and kissed the much shorter girl, complimenting the dress before attempting to hand her the gifts.
"Wait me first!" Evelyn turned, reaching over to under her bed, "I didn't gift wrap it but," she trailed off.
She carefully pulled out a sleek, black electric guitar.
Luke stopped.
His face was completely startled, looking in awe at the guitar in front of him. It was thin, sleek as he slowly took it from her hands.
His expression was unreadable, turning it in his hands as she tried to analyze his face.
"Do you... like it?"
Luke looked back up at the girl, his eyes wide and stunned. She really bought him a personal gift, something he would use and love forever.
On the back side was written in her soft handwriting with a black sharpie.
With love, Eve. <3
Her heart pounded nervously, awaiting his reaction from the silence. He looked back up at her, his face firm and almost unreadable.
"I love it. I love you. I love you," he reached over to kiss her repeatedly, over and over again.
She pulled away giggling as he handed her a smaller box. The reindeer wrapping paper made her smile.
Luke was never one to be... careful. delicate.
It was never something for him to be.
Yet, this was who he was now. For her.
Evelyn eagerly giggled, snatching the wrapped box from him and beginning to tear it open.
"It's not much," he started, "But I think you would like it."
She opened the box to reveal a necklace. Right in the middle of it was a ring, looped on the chain.
Her mind flashed back.
"Wow is right Eve."
They were quiet for a moment as Evelyn scanned his face and body. She began to play with his hands, a ring on his middle finger.
Evelyn eyed it, turning it on his finger. It was a black ring, engravings of shapes on it.
"Do you like it princess?"
She nodded, "I love it."
He hummed, pressing her head down back into his chest and stroking her hair, "I love it too."
Her mind was fuzzy, thinking about how he remembered what she had liked and had put it on a necklace.
In the rim of the ring lay the words engraved: I adore you.
I adore you.
It really was their thing.
As if reading her mind, he explained, "I put it on a chain because your fingers are small."
She reached up and jumped, hugging so tight he almost dropped the guitar.
Evelyn turned around, brushing her hair away from her neck and exposing the skin for Luke to place the necklace around her neck.
The cold chain was complemented by Luke's warm lips, kissing the back of her neck just for a moment before turning her back around.
She played with the necklace around her neck, toying with the black ring on the chain. Once again, she reached up and kissed him.
Finally, he pulled away, turning to give her the other box in his hands.
Evelyn looked at it with curious eyes, furrowing her eyebrows as she tore the paper and observed what was in her hands.
A small notebook laid in front of her hands as she opened it.
Full in the pages were notes, doodles, and what she was able to make out was: lyrics.
Her head shot up as he spoke, "Songs I...wrote about you. And other thoughts."
Songs.
He wrote songs about me.
When she spoke no words, Luke nervously asked, "Do you like it?"
Her eyes were wide, pure, innocent. He brought a thumb to her lip, pulling it back with a soft movement.
"I," she wrapped her arms around him. There, she repeated his words from before, "adore you."
He smiled, tightening his hands and unwilling to let go.
Evelyn pulled away, grabbing him by the hand and sneaking him out down the hall. She made a small pass to a back way, ensuring none of the guests or family would see her.
"Where are we going Eve?"
"Shut up Luke," she whispered, unlocking the back door and exiting into the pitch black air.
She reached her car, gesturing from him to get into the passenger seat.
Luke was confused, not aware of the practice she had put into driving.
"Eve," he slowly spoke as they got into the car, "What are you doing?"
She began to ramble, "I wanted to learn how to get over my fear of driving for you so I did and I practiced with Hailey and Ashton and Kate sometimes and I don't know if I can do it now because you make me nervous but-"
Luke leaned over the passenger seat, cutting her off with a kiss as she immediately relaxed under his lips. He didn't move his lips much, just offering a calm presence for the girl.
"You got this," he mumbled against her lips, "I am proud of you."
Evelyn turned back to the wheel, turning the ignition.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
You got this.
She took a breath, her fear starting to climb into her chest. Images began to pop into her head of crashes, death, blood.
Then, serenity overcame her. With the image of Luke.
Luke.
Flashes of him, his face smiling, body hovering over her.
I can do this.
She slowly pressed the gas pedal, turning the wheel. Evelyn pulled out of the driveway, carefully making her way into the street.
After a few minutes of her driving around the block, making turns, she returned into the back area of her well lit house.
Evelyn sighed, rubbing her thighs with her hands and turning to Luke.
In one quick motion, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap on the passenger seat.
She squealed and stopped herself from hitting him with two hands on his chest.
His breathing was slightly heavy, "I am so proud of you baby."
She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Thank you."
Evelyn subconsciously rocked herself against him while hugging him tight. Luke quickly stopped her movements with his hands on her hips, a sucked breath between his teeth.
He was in that moment aware of her underwear right against his thick suit pants. The easy access right to his crotch.
"Eve," he warned. He felt himself hardening immediately, already feeling the blood rushing down.
Now aware of his tension, she smiled sultry, pressing her hips down again on his crotch.
He very subtly whined in the back of his throat, pinching his eyes shut and lulling his head back against the head rest. It seemed almost, painful for him.
Though they both knew that was not the case.
His jaw went sharp, with his erratic breathing pattern. Luke's need for the girl became more and more apparent against the thin material of her panties.
To him, the idea of being able to just take her right then and there was too much for him. He was going to explode.
And she wanted that.
He moved one hand up her torso to around her neck, brushing his thumb up and down her throat. It belonged there, always gravitating towards it.
The side of his nose grazed against hers as she swallowed, moving his mouth down her cheek.
"Baby?" His lips grazed over her earlobe and a shiver ran down her spine. He softly caressed her cheek nudged her nose.
"You're a good girl, right?" he whispered in a voice that sounded way deeper and huskier than before.
"Yes."
Their lips were inches apart, their breath intertwined as his chest began to rise slowly with the expectation he brought on himself, "Then be a good girl for me."
Luke slowly leant down and kissed her shoulder. Once. Twice. Thrice. She lost count.
The blonde boy kissed every single inch of her body. She was squirming and breathing heavily as he continued his sweet assault.
The small stubble constantly tickled her. This was so sweet, so sweet that it made her head spin like never before. Every time with Luke felt like the first time ever.
The serotonin was unlike anything she felt before, and her need for him was growing so, so quickly.
With her head tilted back from his lips, Evelyn quickly unbuckled his pants, making a rushed move to slide them a bit while unzipping the suit pants.
Luke pulled away, sliding down her white underwear down her legs and out of his way. He brought his fingers down to collect the already dripping arousal, smirking to himself.
With that, he revealed his hard shaft. Luke guided the girl's hips up as Evelyn slowly positioned her heat over his tip.
She moved her hips against just the tip for a second, watching Luke's head fall back with the immediate pleasure already filling his senses. Her eyelids felt heavy watching him like that, his tie slightly undone and his chest exposed underneath it. His breathing was erratic, shaky, all because of her.
His heart beat pounded in his chest as he swallowed tightly. The tension grew in her throat.
Evelyn felt the pressure in between her legs increase, slowly moving down until her hips were flush against his. She paused for a moment, breathing heavily.
"L-Luke," she sighed against his lips as she started to lift her hips back up. He couldn't verbalize anything, barely able to keep up with the kiss as she shifted her hips.
She was tedious in her movements, teasing him with how torturously slow she lifted her hips.
"Eve," he groaned, lifting his head to meet her eyes, "Stop tea-"
He was cut off as Evelyn sunk her hips down harshly, taking in the hard shaft so fast that Luke almost passed out.
That was when he flipped.
Luke reached down to the lever on the side, pushing the chair back. Evelyn jolted at the loss of control as he mumbled.
"Don't move your hips," He commanded, "I'm gonna fuck you. Don't move." With that, he forced her to keep them in the air as he began to thrust his hips up into her.
Evelyn let out a cry of shock, pleasure rippling through her as he moved his hips rapidly. The sound of the seat underneath him groaned and shifted with every movement he made.
They were so, incredibly lucky that it was late and most people were in their homes, with their family during Christmas.
All too quickly with the new position, Evelyn felt her orgasm coming much, much closer.
"Luke, please."
He groaned, a small growl emitting from the back of his throat. He reached up with his hand around her neck, pulling her down a little to kiss her as he continued to fuck her hard, "Yeah? You like that?"
In one motion, he began rubbing circles on the nerves above where they were connected. They brought more shocks to her entire body.
That, was her turning point.
Evelyn cried out, waves of pleasure rippling through her over and over again. She mumbled curses, most importantly his name, over and over again.
Luke felt himself fast approaching his own, coming quickly and shortly after her. His hips jerked roughly in the sensitive area, his breathing heavy as he let him head fall back. The girl rode out the end of his orgasm for him, letting him swallow and relax back.
Finally, they both slowed their movements, riding their highs off as her breathing started to slow. Sweat trickled down his face, his hair drenched.
She moved off him just for a moment, allowing him to zip up his pants while she picked up her panties slowly.
Evelyn rested her head in his chest with a loud sigh, a chuckle leaving his mouth.
"Merry Christmas Eve."
She reached up to kiss him, "Merry Christmas Luke."
//
merry christmas everyone!!!!
a little bit of a longer chapter at 4422 words.
hope we enjoyed the little smut there.
mwah, luke forever.
-m <3