Good Intentions ⇼ Luke Hemmings

When I woke, lying in my bed, I couldn’t help but feel empty. Josi was not with me in bed, and I heard Luke’s muffled voice coming from down the hall. Feeling alone and vulnerable, I climbed out of bed and began sneaking down the hall. The cold air rushed past my arms as I crossed them, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard Josi giggle loudly. I stood out of sight, nearly holding my breath and waiting. What I was waiting for, I had no idea. Maybe an invitation of sorts or a sign to just go back to bed. Instead, I just stood there, my back against the wall and my arms crossed over my chest.

“Uncle Lukey?” Josi spoke once she stopped laughing.
“Yeah, babe?” He asked, his voice soft and warm. I watched their shadows on the wall I was facing and saw that the two were sitting at the table with some sort of snack in front of them. Luke was holding her hand and they were facing each other.
“Do you love Auntie Rom?” She was a smart 4-year-old. She had to be, her parents having her at the peak of drama, Josi was always around to hear us talk about love and cheating and pain. She knew too much for a 4-year-old. Hell, she knew too much for a 22-year-old, as well. Luke was silent for a long while before he finally cleared his throat.
“Yeah.” His voice cracked. “I do. I love her so much.”
“Why don’t you tell her?” Josi asked slowly, as if she didn’t know if she was speaking a real language.
“I have, sweetie. I tell her a lot. But, she doesn’t love me. And it’s really really hard to love someone who doesn’t love you back. Does that make sense?” Her shadow’s head nodded.

“Is it like mommy and daddy?” Josi asked after a long while. “What?”
“Mommy and daddy love each other, but they love me more.” Luke laughed quietly.
“Exactly like that.” He sniffled, running his hand through his hair
“Don’t cry!” Josi whined, jumping off the chair and pulling at Luke’s pajama pants. He lifted her up and she stood on his thighs—I winced, knowing how painful that was for him. She clasped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, and he whispered.
“I want her back.” And that was my sign.

I snuck back to my bedroom, creeping in and crawling into bed. Only one thing was clear in the fuzz of my mind: I wanted Luke back, too. I waited until I heard Luke struggling to walk down the hallway, and when I peeked my head out I saw he was walking without his cane and trying to carry Josi back to bed. I rushed over and grabbed the sound asleep child from him, setting her in my bed and tucking her in before meeting Luke back in the hall, shutting the door behind me.
“You’re still awake?” he asked nervously. I knew it was because of what he said to Josi.
“Just woke up. I got an email from Peter and it woke me up.” I lied. “Convenient timing, though. Where is your cane?” He pointed toward his bedroom, directly across from mine. I saw it lying on the bed and nodded slowly. “Just pace yourself, yeah? Remember the therapist said to use the chair more than the cane.” He took note of my suggestion and leant against the wall to alleviate some pressure on his legs. I couldn’t help but stare at his shirt, how I could make out each line of his chest, abs, muscles.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” He chuckled, winking at me when my eyes darted up, my face reddening.
“I was-I was just confused. I don’t think I’ve seen that shirt before.” I said the first thing that came to mind mind that wasn’t the truth—I was staring at his body.
“It’s new.” He shrugged and I silently thanked myself for coming up with such a great excuse.
“Well, it’s nice.” It was a dark purple V-neck that dipped low enough to make me want to take it off, and it paired so well with the grey sweatpants he wore that were a bit tight on his genital region and thighs. “It’s nice.” I repeated, staring at him. “You know, maybe you should sit down. Your legs will thank you tomorrow.” I was searching for an excuse to get away from him, my hormones were driving me crazy and I needed to get away from him before I threw myself at him. He ran his hand across his stubble.
“Come sit with me. I’m not very tired, we can talk for a little.” He headed into his room and before I knew it I was sitting next to him on the bed.

“Remember when you wanted to be a cosmetologist?” He asked, smiling. I nodded slowly. “I think you should do it still. It fits you, Rom. Not some stupid desk job that you hate. Go back to school. Live your dream.” I had to tear my eyes away from Luke before I did something stupid, but when I did, Luke pulled my face back to look at him. “I’m serious.” He whispered. “You’d be so great at it. I think you should give it a shot.” His eyes were pleading, begging, wanting, and I couldn’t resist myself anymore. I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled it to me, pressing my lips against his. He responded immediately and I moved my hands to his hair, pulling gently at it, allowing him to move my body down on the bed. He grinded himself into me, kissing my neck and moving his hand up my tank top, squeezing my breast, kissing down my neck and to my chest as he ripped off my shirt and removed my bra. He continued kissing down, between my breasts, down my stomach, stopping at my pant line, causing me to gasp as he moved back up, kissing my lips and sliding his hand into my pants, hovering over my panties, he broke away from the kiss.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, sliding his hand into my panties.
“Yeah.” I whispered breathily, needing his touch. He slowly swirled his fingers in circles, causing me to gasp once he stopped, slipping his fingers inside of me. He began to kiss my neck, reaching with his free hand to my arm, pulling it and setting it on the bulge of his pants. I took a firm grip on it, bucking my hips up closer to him as he stuck his fingers deeper inside of me. I gasped, slowly moving my hand up and down, needing him.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.
“You.” I gasped, closing my eyes.
“What about me?”
“How good that feels.” He used his thumb to draw circles on my as his fingers continued to press in and out of me.

“What are you thinking about?” I moaned.
“You.” He grabbed my breast, squeezing.
“What about me?”
“How much I want to be inside of you.” He growled.
“Then do it.” I practically begged. He pulled away from me, pulling his pants down and flipping my body around, yanking my pants down and pulling my hips up, pushing himself inside of me. “Wait, wait, wait.” I moaned, pushing him away gently. “Condom?” He pulled out of me, leaning over to his drawer and pulling one out, opening it and rolling it down his length before pushing back inside of me and finding a steady rhythm. I moaned as he pushed into me harder and pulled on my hair. He grabbed my hips, flipping over so he was lying on his back. I took my pants off fully and got on top of him, sliding him into me. He grabbed my hips and bucked his up, causing me to moan. He continued to press into me at a steady rhythm. “Oh, I’m close, I’m close.” I whispered feeling myself winding up.
“Well, I’m not.” He growled pushing into me faster and rougher. My toes curled as I felt myself come undone, I let out a long breath, biting my lip to keep from moaning.


He flipped my body back over, I sat on my hands and knees as he pounded into me, one hand on my ass—occasionally squeezing or smacking, and one hand on my neck, gently squeezing it. He continued to roughly pound into me, causing me to let out short breathy moans. He got faster and faster until he finally stopped all together, pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed. Our naked, sweaty bodies lied there for a long time until we finally felt alive enough to get dressed.

“Hey Romy?” Luke asked as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Yeah?”
“I’m not trying to worry you or anything, but I think we may have gotten a bad condom. You might want to check and you know…” His voice trailed off as he shrugged. I pulled up my pajama pants and stood quickly, biting my lip.
“Yeah I’ll… Um I’ll check it out?” I didn’t quite know what to say as I staggered off to the bathroom, but all I could think about was the scare we had in high school. Luke and I had rushed into it so quickly that we had forgotten to grab a condom. The next month and a half was spent in agony, waiting to see what we could do. But the time my period came, we were so happy that we no longer cared how stupid we’d been.

“Well?” Luke asked when I wandered back into the bedroom.
“I think we’re okay.” I shrugged. “I don’t know.” I sighed, sitting on the bed.
“Well, should we… Like get the plan B pill or?” He spoke slowly, fearing that he’d say something wrong.
“I-I don’t know… Maybe… I don’t think we’ll need it but… I don’t know.”
“How do you not know? How can you not tell?” He pulled at his hair.
“It’s a weird… Consistency. I’m kinda close to my period so it’s a different consistency and it’s hard to tell.” My face burnt, not wanting to worry him with the fact that I was ovulating a few days prior.
“Do you think any got in?” He asked, looking away from me.
“No.” I lied. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” I depended on luck and not ovulating, praying it didn’t get in.

“So…” Luke pulled me down on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. “Does this mean we are officially actually back together for good?” Laughing, I buried my face in his chest.
“Yes, this means we are officially actually back together for good.” I giggled, holding tightly onto him.
“Good because I was tired of looking at you and not being able to kiss you whenever I want.” Laughing, I rolled my eyes.
“You know, we probably should have thought the sex through.” I commented. “Can’t be good for your legs.” I frowned, looking up at him. Luke chuckled.
“I can already feel it.” He joked. “I’m definitely going to have to stick to the chair for a while.

Notes

I'm sorry it has been so long but this will not be the only chapter today.