《Handcuffs and stripper heels》Escalate
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I groaned rolling over and bumped into something, something very warm. Wrapping my fingers in it and pulling it close i heard a chuckle.
Cracking open a eye i seen i was in what i believe to be lucas bedroom. There was a king sized bed two night stands a walk in closet and a flat screen mounted to the wall.
To the right of his room was a balcony with the perfect view of the sunrise. I slowly sat up and watched as the sun came up probably with worlds biggest smile on my face.
"Can we go back to sleep now?" Lucas asked reaching for me but i pulled back.
"I cant, how did i get up here anyways?" I asked last remembering we were downstairs watching my favorite movie, matilda.
"Well sweetheart after reciting every word to the movie you got tired and passed out you looked uncomfortable so i brought you up here"he smiled looking at me with pale green eyes.
"I should be heading home.." I realized getting up and trying to climb out the bed.
"Noooo" lucas whined holding my waist and i glared.
"Lucas i have things to do today a house to clean clothes to wash and other things to do" i scolded and he groaned pouting at me which was so damn cute.
"We can hang out later or tomorrow i promise" i smiled running my hands through his hair.
"Im holding you to that" he smirked as i got up getting ready to head downstairs when lucas called me.
"You should go natural more often" he told me biting his lip which almost got his bones jumped.
"Look whos finally home" nicole smirked leaning against the door frame as i took the last of my clothes out the dryer.
"And i know for a fact you dont have basketball shorts like that so where'd you get them from" she added.
"Lucas gave them to me to sleep in along with a tshirt" i shrugged carrying my basket to my room that had fresh clothes laying on my bed making it smell like fabric softner.
"Whats this?" Nicole asked picking up the outfit i had on my makeup chair.
"Your always asking questions prying into my life whats going on with you hmm?" I asked getting annoyed hanging up my clothes.
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"I spoke to my brother, we hung out yesterday thats it" she mumbled before walking off. Strange...
Ignoring it and hanging up my clothes before taking a shower i contemplated what shoes to wear.
"You look...not sick" i mentioned as lucas pulled out my seat for me. He had taken me to a bistro downtown and it was so beautiful and peaceful.
"Thanks sweetheart you look beautiful as always"he smiled sitting across from me with a grey and white striped shirt and white jeans while i wore a white body dress that came to my knees with a sunhat.
"So how was your day?" He asked actually interested.
"It was good, i cleaned my whole house and washed all my clothes how about you?" I asked.
"It was so boring you left me by myself and i did nothing" he complained making me laugh.
"Well we can spend the day together" i promised.
"Lucas" i screeched as he took my hat off and ran down the warm sand like a little kid and triped making me laugh. I ran up to him and he wraped his arms around me picking me up and started walking to the water.
"Do NOT get me wet" i threatned threw clenched teeth clinging tighter to his shirt and i watched him smirk.
"Oops" was the last thing i heard before plunging under the water and if you think i went under alone youre crazy. I pulled him down with me.
"I hate you" i seethed walking towards his house.
"No you dont, you had fun" he smirked and i heard his keys jingling before he brushes passed me to open the door leaving it open for me to walk in.
"Can you hurry up so i can go home" i grumbled at my wet clothes that was clinging to me like a second skin.
"Nope you arent going home so you might as well just suck it up because you promised the day with me" he reminded.
"Well im taking a shower" i told him not wanting to sit in saltwater.
He shrugged.
"And im stealing your clothes" i told him running up the stairs to his room.
After a nice long shower i changed into a pair of his boxers and a tshirt. It was the smallest thing he had.
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"Lucas?" I called out wandering the hall until i passed by a open door.
Pushing it open more the only thing in it was a matte black piano and stool. Before i could take a step i heard movement.
"There you are...what are you doing in here?" Lucas asked.
"The door was open..." I trailed off looking at the piano.
Lucas brushed past me and sat infront of it gliding his fingers against they keys. I sat next to him on the end while he sat in the middle.
"Can you play?" I asked curiously watching him position his hands over keys before playing beethoven and stopping to look at me.
"I know a song you'll like" he smirked before he started playing earned it by the weekend.
"Thats my favorite song" i smiled, "how did you know?" I asked but he started humming along as he played.
"Can you sing?" I question but he ignored me. The tips of his ears turned red which was a dead give away.
"Fine ill just ask nicole then" i shrugged when a ugly sound came from the piano.
"Why?" He asked with a small attitude glairing at the keys infront of him.
"Well you two seem to know everything about another i dont understand why you two didnt date" i snap unintentionally and lucas head snaps toward me.
"I wish you stop saying that" he yells making me flinch.
"Sorry i- shes like a sister to me and-"
I cut him off "its fine you dont have to explain yourself" i say standing up and lucas follows.
Walking down the hall and jogging down the steps towards the kitchen and getting a menu off the top of the fridge. Or tried to.
"Your so short" lucas chuckled pulling me back the waist and getting the menus down.
"I hate you so much!" I yelled at lucas who laughed.
"Its just a game sweetheart" lucas chuckled as i glared at him and pushed all the cards off the table.
"uno is not just a game you ass, i never loose!" I snapped and he smirked. I never lost he mustve cheated theres no way he could win. I sat on the floor across from him with nothing on but a battery operated lamp since the rainstorm currently going on knocked out the power.
"You look cute in my clothes" he noticed and i rolled my eyes.
"I want a rematch theres no way you could possibly win" i snapped taking a bite of my boneless wings and two fries.
"I won 3 games in a row" he chuckled and i threw a french fry at him but he caught it in his mouth.
"Stop being such a sore looser" he laughed picking the cards up and looked up at me probably feeling my glare.
"Your eyes are red you sleepy?" He asked concerned his eyes looking at me softly.
"No" i huffed standing up.
"Yes you are come on" he said gently trying to grab my hand but i ran away from him.
"Monèt youre being childish" he yelled after me forgetting about the cards, but i was already upstairs.
I could hear him run up the stairs and mumbling curse words making me smile.
"How does a tiny person move so fast?" He grumbles and i hear him shuffling.
"Im not tiny" i rant putting my hands on my hips but quickly slap my hands over my mouth and move to a new hiding spot as quiet as possible.
Things were to quiet and i was starting to feel a draft on my neck. Lucas wouldve made a sound by now. I took a step back only to bump into something when arms took a hold of my waist and turned me around.
"You thought you could hide from me?" Lucas ask with a deep husky voice that gives me shivers. I could feel his fingers tightly on my waist pressing me into him and his nose brushing against mine.
"Moniece" he whispered out and i could feel the temperature rising or maybe it was just his lips that was centimeters away.
Right before they could connect the lights flashed back on and i took a step back.
"We should probably head back downstairs and clean up" i mumbled out awkwardly walking away and i could hear him groan.
If the power didnt come back on who knows how much that wouldve escalated.
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