We were in the shower for what felt like hours, completely disconnected from the world around us. I felt so great with Luke, so alive, almost. I love when the two of us were able to do crazy things like this and forget about everything else going on in our lives. We didn't have to worry about college or moving or doctors appointments and what pills Luke was going to have to take after this. It seemed like all of my worries had literally washed away the second we got in the shower, and I was assuming Luke felt the same way too.

"I really do love you, so much." Luke mumbled, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He pinned me against the shower wall as he finally began to thrust in and out of me, gripping me tightly at the back of my thigh.

"I - I love you." I said breathlessly, wondering how Luke was expecting me to have a conversation with him during all of this.

Luke's lips worked their way up my neck, leaving a trail of short kisses and love bites until he reached my mouth. His tongue slipped in between my lips, tangling itself with mine as I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down hard enough to leave some marks on him. I moved my hands up to the nape of Luke's neck and dragged him closer, pulling him tighter against my body.

"Oh, God." Luke muttered under his breath, removing his lips from mine for just a second. "Stel, I - "

"Do you hear that?" I asked, stopping Luke from finishing his sentence. I could hear a faint beeping noise from downstairs, and I already knew what it was.

"I - what? Stel," Luke whined. He took a step back from me and turned off the water, stopping to listen.

"Do you hear that beeping?" I asked, pushing hair back from my face. Luke groaned, but silenced himself again once the beeping started up once more.

"It's the cake." He said, rubbing his hands over his face. He was trying to be serious, but I could tell that he was holding back a laugh as he said, "Our cake is burning, Stel."

Luke pushed the shower curtain to the side and hopped out, frantically searching around the bathroom floor for a towel. He picked one up off the ground and tied it around his waist, throwing another towel at me to cover myself up with.

"We are finishing this later." Luke smirked, pointing a finger at me. He ran out of the room and I followed after him, hugging the towel tightly to my body. Luke stumbled while running down the stairs, almost tripping on my shirt that was left over from just a little while before.

"Oh my God, Luke, it smells even worse than before!" I laughed as we made our way into the kitchen.

"Oh, shit." Luke groaned. "We're going to set the house on fire and then the fire department will have to come and see you all... naked!"

He picked up an oven mitt that was laying out on the counter and opened up the oven, shielding his face as smoke poured out. He grabbed the cake out of the oven and dropped it onto the counter, flinching as it almost fell onto the floor. He waved his hands in the air to try and get rid of the smoke, but that didn't stop the smoke detector from going off.

"Where's the smoke detector?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"I don't know!" Luke yelled. He paced back and forth, also searching for the source of the beeping.

"How do you not know where the smoke detectors are in your own house?" I rolled my eyes. The piercing noise still didn't stop and Luke brought his hands up to his ears, trying to block out the sound.

"I get it, I burned a cake! Just be quiet, please!" Luke yelled at the ceiling, like he thought that might stop the noise.

"How did we manage to burn a cake?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I thought you told me it wasn't going to burn!" He groaned. Luke walked over to the cake laying out on the counter and poked at it with his finger, jerking his hand back as soon as it came in contact with the cake.

"Why would you even think for a second that cakes didn't burn? Everything burns, Luke!" I shouted, stopping again to wave some smoke that was still in the air away from my face.

"It just doesn't seem like something that would burn - God damn, is the smoke detector ever going to turn off?" Luke brought his hands up to his ears again, once more attempting to get rid of the noise.

I started to laugh, wondering how the two of us had managed to get in this big of mess. Luke stopped pacing and looked over to me like I was crazy, raising an eyebrow at me. He sighed, finally letting out a loud laugh of his own.

Luke turned to me, "You know, Stel, if you hadn't suggested that we get in the shower in the first place this wouldn't have happened."

"Oh, you're trying to put the blame all on me?" I laughed. I took a step closer to Luke and he did the same, using one hand to hold the towel hanging around his waist up and the other to reach for my own hand.

"I definitely am." Luke smirked. The smoke detector was still going off like crazy, but at that moment Luke and I didn't care. We stared into each other's eyes, waiting to see who would blink first. Luke lost, as always.

"I win!" I cheered, biting my bottom lip.

"Of course you did." Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes. He always seemed to get all upset about losing these little staring contests, he got way too competitive about it.

"Aw, I'm sorry." I laughed. I felt my towel start to slide down a little so I brought both of my hands up and undid it quickly, giving Luke a small peak at my naked body before I retied the towel, coving myself once more.

Luke's eyes went wide as he tried to scan over every inch of my body before I covered myself up again, his jaw dropping. "You're forgiven."

He came forward and placed his hands on my waist, backing me into the counter before lifting me up so I was sitting on top of it. He hastily brought his lips up to mine, not wasting any time at all and letting his tongue into my mouth. Luke's hands ran down my back and ended up at my butt, where he gave it a small squeeze and pulled me tighter against him.

"I want you, Stella Anne. Right here, right now." Luke muttered, his lips and tongue still working against mine.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked. I brought my hands up to the nape of Luke's neck and tugged him forward, allowing the kiss to deepen.

But before Luke and I could do anything we heard a door slam, and Luke quickly pulled away from me. We both let out a small groan, upset to be interrupted for the second time that day. Luke helped me down from the counter, fixing my towel for me before turning around and fixing himself.

"Wow, I really love when my mom comes home while I'm trying to have sex with my girlfriend on the kitchen counter." Luke said sarcastically, still looking up at the ceiling in search of the smoke detector. That was probably the only reason why I was glad that Luke's mom was home, because she would probably know how to stop the annoying noise.

"What in the world is going on in here?" Liz asked, entering the kitchen. She set her purse and a few other bags down on the table before walking over to the two of us.

"Hi Mom!" Luke waved to her, pretending that there was nothing unusual going on in the kitchen before her.

"Hi Liz." I greeted her, also giving a small wave. I hoped that neither Luke nor his mom would be able to tell how nervous I was about this. I knew that Luke's mom a lot better now, but she still had a history of doing things that I would rather not be around to witness.

"Would either one of you care to explain what's going on?" Liz asked, not bothering to say hi back to us.

"Quick question, do you want the full story or am I allowed to shorten it a little?" Luke asked. He stepped in front of me, so I had to peak my head out around him to see what was going on.

"Just tell me whatever you think is necessary." Liz said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can you turn the smoke detector off first?" Luke asked. I could tell that he was trying to stall and come up with a story that wouldn't get either of us in trouble, but things didn't look very good for us right now.

Liz sighed and walked past Luke, disappearing into another room. Seconds later the beeping noise stopped, and Liz returned. She stood in front of us, her arms still folded over her chest.

"Thanks Mom." Luke smiled, clearly trying to be extra polite.

"Alright, what happened here?" She asked, ignoring Luke.

"Did I mention that I got an A plus on my physics quiz last Thursday?" Luke smiled, attempting to get on his mom's good side.

"Luke," Liz said sternly. "why is there a burnt cake on the counter?"

"Well, we decided to make a cake and I think Stella added something weird to it, maybe something flammable." Luke paused, turning around quickly and winking at me. "It burned."

"Why are you two only wearing towels?" Liz questioned. I knew that she could see right through us, she was trying hard not to smile.

"Would you believe me if I said we got in the shower to protect ourselves from a fire?" Luke asked.

"Nice try." Liz laughed.

"Well then I guess there's no trying to hide the fact that Stella and I were having sex in the shower upstairs." Luke shrugged. He added quietly, "But we used my shower this time, not yours."

I turned to him with my mouth wide open, appalled that he had just told his mother that. It was one thing for your parents to secretly know that you're having sex with your boyfriend or girlfriend, but it was another to flat out tell them that you were having sex just minutes before. I didn't think that most parents wanted to hear things like that.

"Luke Hemmings, you were having sex in the shower while the oven was on?" Liz yelled, though I didn't think she should have been acting so surprised. From the second she walked in the door it was obvious that Luke and I had been doing that before.

"Mom, Mom. Can I please say something before you get upset?" Luke asked, his voice shaking.

Liz stayed silent and nodded once, telling Luke to go on. Something told me that this was how things usually worked between the two of them.

"Well first just so you know, I've only ever had sex with Stella and she's only ever had sex with me, so we aren't going to get any STDs or anything. You don't have to worry about that." Luke blurted out, clapping a hand over his mouth the second the words left him. He did tend to have a nervous habit of doing things like that, like a word vomit.

"Go on." Liz said and nodded slowly again. I was honestly a little confused at her reaction, with the way Luke acted about his mom I would have thought she would be more upset about this than she was appearing.

"I'm 17 years old, and as a normal teenage boy I'm going to want to do things like this and I just don't want you getting upset with me for it because I know how you feel about stuff like this and I guess I'm just - " Luke stopped himself from rambling on any further, taking a minute to collect all of his thoughts.

I didn't understand why Luke seemed so nervous about this, so far his mom hadn't seemed to get mad at us at all, at least not on the outside. I knew that luke was just scared due to how things have worked out between him and his mom in the past, but I think he was right. She was better about these things now and he didn't have anything to worry about.

"I mean, Stel's my girlfriend and I love her very much and I'm happy with her, so I don't want you trying to tell me that I shouldn't be doing these types of things. It's better that I'm having sex with someone that I really care about instead of someone that I don't, right?" Luke continued, his statement a little more put together this time.

"I just - Luke, you're so young." Liz sighed. She brought her hand up to the side of her head, like she was getting a headache. She probably was, the smell of the burning cake was almost giving me one as well.

"I know I'm young, Mom, but I'm also going to be moving out in a few months. And I think that you'd prefer that I have sex with Stella rather than girls I meet off the streets in California." Luke finished. He took a step back, like he was still scared of his mom.

Liz let out a big sigh and finally unfolded her arms, letting them fall back to her sides. "Okay, Luke. I have to go out and run a few more errands, I just came home to drop a couple of things off. Just clean up the kitchen before I come back."

"'Kay." Luke nodded. He walked over to the counter and picked up the cake, carefully carrying it over to the garbage can where he disposed of it. That was really all of the cleaning that we had to get done, because Luke had done all the dishes before we got into the shower. "We're just going to, uh, go back upstairs then."

"Uh huh." Liz mumbled, already turning away from us. I couldn't decided if she was honestly not upset about this or just too tired to bother with us, but I wasn't going to try and mess things up. As long as Luke wasn't getting into trouble we were fine.

Before we left the kitchen Luke discreetly walked over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out an unopened tub of frosting that we had been planning to use for the cake. He put a finger to his lips, telling me not to ask about it until we were away from his mom.

As we were walking back up the stairs and collecting my clothing, I finally asked about why Luke had decided to bring the frosting with us.

"What's that for?" I asked, pointing to the tub in his hands. It was vanilla, which in my opinion tasted better than chocolate anyway.

"I'm hungry." Luke shrugged, but there was no hiding the small smirk on his lips.

-

A few short minutes later we were back in Luke's room and dressed again, no longer in the mood to have sex. I was siting cross legged on Luke's bed while he laid out on his stomach, staring intently at me as we ate out of the container of frosting with our fingers.

"Your mom really does seem to be doing better, she hardly even seemed mad." I said, dipping my finger into the open tub of frosting. I slowly licked it off, watching Luke as he watched me.

"She is." Luke nodded, "But I still feel like she's going to yell at me whenever you go home."

"Why?"

"She's just a little strict about...sex, and stuff like that. Like, she brought my brother and I up a certain way, and she doesn't really like when we change things around." Luke explained. He had never really mentioned any of this before, I was interested.

"Like what?" I asked.

"She wanted us to get good grades, go to college, find a good job, settle down, get married, have kids. And I plan on doing all of that," Luke glanced up at me before quickly looking back down again. He grabbed some frosting for himself, licking it off of his finger before continuing.

"She just never taught us that it was okay to have a little fun in between all of that, and that's why I was so scared that she was going to get upset about the fact that we have sex." Luke sighed.

"Well, I think you did a really good job of explaining all of that." I nodded.

"Yeah, I hope she understood what I was saying. I just wanted her to know that I'm having sex with you because you're special, because you matter. You aren't just some distraction for me to get my mind of off school stuff." Luke licked his lips. I reached over and put some more frosting on the end of my finger, licking it off fast.

"And you're right," I added, "you're going to move out eventually and she won't be able to control you anyway."

"Yeah." Luke said softly, nodding his head.

"I think she'll get it. You'll be fine." I smiled at Luke, who was staring off into space.

"I just can't believe she almost caught us going at it on the kitchen counter." Luke said after a minute, a laugh escaping his lips.

"You're just lucky that we weren't at my house, my brother probably would have walked in and killed you on the spot." I laughed.

"I always thought your brother would be chill about that type of stuff, though." Luke said, a smile growing across his face. He finally tore his eyes away from me and took some frosting for himself again.

"Not really anymore. He's all protective over me now, because of what happened with Ashton." I shrugged.

"What do you mean? Did you tell Eric about that night that Ashton hit you?" Luke questioned. He rolled over and sat up, crossing his legs underneath themselves.

"I had to. He noticed that my cheek had a little bruise on it, like, two nights after it happened." I said quietly. I knew that all of us had decided not to tell anyone else about that night, but I also knew that Luke had also broken that vow and told Calum about it anyway.

"I still want to kill him for that." Luke said, shaking his head. I sighed, desperately wanting to get away from that subject.

"Did you know that Ashton got accepted to NYU?" I asked, changing the subject. I remembered Michael saying something about it to me at lunch the other day, when Luke wasn't around.

"So he's staying in New York next year? Wow, that makes me feel great about leaving my girlfriend here while I'm off at college." Luke muttered the last part under his breath, like he hadn't wanted me to hear it.

I had been about to put my frosting-covered finger in my mouth again, but I stopped myself. "You're really going to college next year?"

"Well I got accepted into UCLA and I got the permission to graduate early, so it looks like that's what's going to happen." Luke said blankly, staring down at the frosting, which was now half gone.

"Oh." I just barely whispered. Of course I was happy for Luke, but it hadn't hit me until then that if Luke went to college he would actually have to leave, and move practically a whole country away from me.

"Hey, don't get upset." Luke reached out and tilted my chin up, making me meet his eyes. He smiled, "We still have the rest of this year, and all summer."

"I know." I sighed.

"Stel, babe, seriously. Don't get upset or I'm going to get upset, and we don't want that." Luke laughed. He stuck his finger into the frosting again, this time reaching out and smearing it right on my nose.

"Hey!" I whined. This was the second time today Luke had started a food war with me, pretty soon he was going to be too predictable for this to be any fun.

"Here, let me get that." Luke leaned in and stuck out his tongue, gently licking all of the frosting off the top of my nose.

I giggled and grabbed the tub of frosting myself, taking some out and rubbing it on Luke's cheek. I came in closer and let my tongue come in contact with Luke's cheek, quickly licking the frosting off of him.

"Lay down." Luke instructed. I rolled my eyes, already predicting what Luke was going to do next. He crawled across the bed until he was next to me and slowly lifted my shirt over my head, discarding it onto the floor. He scooped some of the frosting out and it landed on my stomach, making me flinch at the odd feeling.

"If you're a trying to be sexual, it's really not working" I shivered as Luke rubbed the frosting around on my skin, making sure to keep eye contact with me.

"How about now?" Luke asked, leaning down. He gently kissed my stomach and looked up at me once, licking the frosting off of his lips. He came down once more but stuck his tongue out, this time licking up all of the frosting.

"You have such weird ways of trying to turn me on, Lucas." I laughed. I sat up and grabbed Luke - who, thankfully, was still shirtless - by the shoulders, slamming him down into the bed. I climbed on top of him so I had a leg on either side of his body, and I felt like tense up underneath me.

"But they work, right?" Luke gulped.

"Maybe." I shrugged, taking the frosting out of Luke's hands.

"Jesus Stel, we're going to get sick from eating all of this." Luke chuckled nervously, staring up at me as I tried to get the remaining frosting out of the tub and onto Luke.

"So you don't want me to do this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No, please do." Luke said, using his tongue to play around with his lip ring.

"You should have grabbed a knife too, I can't get this out." I huffed, struggling to get all of the frosting out of the tub.

"Sorry, I didn't think all of this through." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Really? You weren't planning to have me lick frosting off of your naked body?" I teased him, still trying to shake some frosting out of the tub.

"No, not exactly." Luke laughed, nervously chewing at his bottom lip.

I finally got some frosting out and let it drop onto Luke, who was so startled that he let out a girly squeal. I spread the frosting out over him, taking notice of how Luke's breathing had picked up since I started doing this. It made me laugh that Luke still got so nervous around me, even though we had been together for a while.

I got down and quickly licked all of the frosting off of Luke, not as into it as Luke seemed to be. It was was actually kind of weird, I wouldn't have expected this from Luke.

"This isn't fair, you don't even have to try to turn me on." Luke groaned. I sat up again, resting my hands on Luke's chest.

"You're turned on?" I laughed.

Luke nodded. "Of course I am, Stel, I've got a hot shirtless girl sitting on top of me."

"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked, tracing small circles on Luke's chest with my fingers.

"I'm - I'm gonna - " Luke paused. "Are you asking me to dirty talk you? Because I really don't think I'll be very good at that."

"You can be so awkward sometimes." I chuckled, grabbing onto Luke's hands and pulling him up, the two of us now level with each other. I pressed my lips to his, stopping him from saying anything more.

"Being awkward is my specialty." Luke gasped, attaching his lips to my neck.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Luke's neck, holding him against me as I fell back onto the bed again, bringing Luke with me. He ran his hands down my sides, his fingers moving the waistband of the sweatpants I was borrowing from Luke down lightly grazing over my hipbones.

"I need you, Stel, and I need you now."

-

WOW LUKE AND STELLA ARE HELLA H O R N Y

I HOPE YOU GUYS ALL LIKED THIS

ONLY A FEW MORE CHAPTERS UNTIL THE END

but im writing a sequel so you can all calm down

GOODNIGHT FRIENDS