You shivered, feeling a prying gaze rake along your body. The frilly apron you were wearing complimented your figure well and it clung to you as you cooked breakfast. Glancing up you saw Lukas staring at you from across the counter.
His chin was leaning on one of his hands, the newspaper he was reading, lying neglected on the surface.
“Have I got something on my face?” You asked, blinking at him. His cheeks flushed red as he realised he’d been caught red handed and he looked back at his newspaper. “N-no.” He mumbled, his monotone voice wavering slightly.
You set down the frying pan and leaned over the counter to your Norwegian. “What is it Luke?” He turned redder. “I said it was nothing.”
You pulled his tie, pulling him across the counter making him kiss you. Not releasing his tie, you went around the other side, your arms resting around his shoulders. “Tell me.” Pouting, he bumped his nose into yours. “Y-you’ve gotten slimmer haven’t you?” He asked, his dark blue eyes looking at you with an air of innocence.
“Well, yeah I guess. I’ve been trying to lose weight.” You answered, feeling proud that he’d noticed. He looked down again and rested his head against your chest.
“Your breasts.... have gotten smaller.”
WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!
That was why he was staring at you?!
“Err, Luke... erm-...” His nose stuck between your breasts, he gazed up at you. “....What? I liked them that size.” He muttered, trailing kisses along the line of your jaw.
Your face heating up, you squeaked when you felt his hand underneath your shirt. “Lukas!” His name came as a breathy moan and he smirked when he heard it. He lifted you up gently, setting you on the counter in front of him before he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.
His cool fingers tracing up your back, making you shiver and you felt yourself being wrapped around his little finger. Easily unclipping your bra, he dropped it to the floor, bringing your shirt up to expose your breasts. The apron you were wearing was being squished between your breasts and Lukas scowled.
“See, I’m positive they were larger before.” He muttered, his hands squeezing them. “Lu-Luke!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing your bodies closer.
Kissing one of your nipples, his free hand sneaked down to the front of your trousers and slid past the buttons. Touching you gently but with subtle force you felt yourself being bought to the edge by your Norwegian.
“No matter really, you’re still beautiful.” He told you, his rare smile aimed up at you. “L-Luke, we-we have to go to wo-work.” You panted, trembling as you felt him tease your folds. “They can wait. I just want to enjoy you at the moment.”
You blushed even harder. He could be like this sometimes, demanding and unreasonable but it made you feel special. You were the only one allowed to see that other, slightly childish side of him. “Lukas?”
He glanced up at you, his eyes glittering slightly. “Ja?” Well, if he was going to be childish and possessive, so were you.
“Kiss me.”
Oh, he was all too happy to oblige~