She was silent for a moment. Luke? Of all the people who would be knocking on her door at 3 in the morning, the last person she’d expect for Luke, or his equally terrifying brother, Mark. She sighed, it wasn’t as if he could start trouble without waking up the whole house. What’s the risk? she asked herself before standing up from her chair and walking towards the bedroom door as she gently twisted the knob and pulled the door open just enough to let Luke see her face.
"…what?" she whispered to him, to not wake any of the other house members up. It was daunting, waiting for Luke to give her his infamous smirk before giving her shit and pushing her buttons.
Luke looks up when the door opens and he allows a relieved smile to touch his lips. But it’s short lived once Sarah finally comes to the door. The way she’s looking at him makes Luke want to change his mind, to turn around and forget he even bothered. His face betrays none of his thoughts as he casually tries to look over her shoulder, wondering what she is up to so late at night.
"I couldn’t sleep." He finally admits with a soft sigh, finally looking back at her. It’s this moment that Luke lets his wall down. He’s too tired to keep up the facade, anyway. "When I saw you were still up, I thought maybe you couldn’t either."
"Are you surprised? You’ve met him…” Giselle turns to Luke, smiling just slightly. “Would you be jealous if I kissed Emma, mon cher?”
"I heard my name." Luke shrugs at Emma as if this explains everything.
He narrows his eyes as he looks between the two girls. Are they messing with him? “That depends—”
"—do I get to watch?” He might be joking. But then, he might not be.
"You’ll see making Luke jealous isn’t fun. But… we can always do it without taunting him.”
"—Why are we making Luke jealous?" He’s clearly not heard any part of this conversation. Boy is he going to be surprised.
Giselle shivers as his breath caresses her skin. She adores being so close to him. It’s the teasing she doesn’t enjoy, not this early. She snorts at his “sound of hunger” joke. “Please. My growling stomach is always less obvious than yours.” Leaning back into him, she sighs. This feels so… nice. Normal. She’s loved being assigned with Luke to this neighborhood. To be his wife. Pretending something tends to bring out the reality of it. They stopped pretending a while ago. She makes a groaning sound deep in her throat. She can practically hear the pout in his tone. ”You better not leave me to fend for myself, Luke Gray. You know I’ll come back with a worse punishment…”
"That’s because you’re a girl." His voice is teasing as he smiles lazily at her back. He’s thankful she’s not facing him because he knows he’d get a smack for that comment. Maybe he’ll just lay here under the blankets just a little longer. Five more minutes, tops. It’s comfortable and warm and Giselle’s skin is soft against his fingers. Luke lets his arm relax around her waist as his eyes fall shut for a moment. If he was being honest with himself, he’d admit that he could easily fall back asleep like this. But she’s speaking again and instead he scoffs, reluctantly opening an eye. “You can’t punish me…I’m unpunishable.”
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" she screamed. Only 100 of these replicas made, 100—and Sarah was lucky enough to snag one while she was at nursing school.
—-He’s about to be sorry.
"—no?" He’s not sure what she wants him to say. Yes, it’s all one big joke. Ha ha! But Luke hadn’t meant to break it and he thinks Sarah is overreacting just a l i t t l e.
"Of course not; I’m near perfect.”
"A promise is only worth something if you keep it.”
"I think you’re l y i n g. Besides— near perfect means there is still room for mistakes.”
"Wh— you don’t think I will?”
”You’re under arrest.” Look what he’s found: a pair of handcuffs. Max really needs to learn to not leave these sort of things lying around. Luke gets bored easily. But don’t worry, he’s got the keys…s o m e w h e r e.
"Make me." Yes, it’s childish but this is Luke we’re talking about. He has his moments. Besides, he’s in a good mood. And a playful Luke is better than a sulking Luke.
"That isn’t mine.” Luke says before the girl has time to react. He knows what it looks like, but for once he’s being honest.
"I think I broke it." Luke looks genuinely upset. He’s really sorry about that.
At least he looks really sorry.