curves ⇥ l.h au

fifteen

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'you're warm' he mumbled into her neck, making a tiny laugh rise up from her throat.

'i feel like crap' she whined as luke placed a hand on her forehead, furrowing his eyebrows.

'you're practically burning up, bell' he cooed and kissed her, very warm, forehead.

'are you my mom?' she giggled.

'yes. now go up to you're room because you need a wittle cuddle' he gushed and shooed her with a wave in the direction of the stairs.

she made her own way up the stairs, pushing the door open before flopping onto the covers.

she pulled the covers up, scrunching them up and laying to face the window displaying people with actual lives.

the door creaked open as luke padded towards the bed, placing a cup of water on the bedside table before slipping under the covers.

and they soon fell asleep like that; luke's arm wrapped around her waist rubbing circles onto her not so flat stomach, the other under her head acting like a pillow.

[a/n]

shit this is short.

well writers block sucks ass.

- kat (lonelyvxbes)