gods - you felt so stupid for asking him of all people. but you just went through hell and back with Luke, and what were the chances that you would survive long enough to actually do this with someone in the future.

"can we play house?" your voice trembled, clothes still soaked from the rain ― a mirroring appearance to his own. you could sense his hesitation, and it took all of your willpower not to immediately take it back ― he just made you feel so vulnerable

"house?" Luke asked, as if to make sure he had heard you right. but he had ― you nodded, and together you found solace in the motels shower.

domestic life always made you feel sick to the stomach ― you just never liked the idea of people knowing you on a 'deeper' level. you didn't like feeling vulnerable. but with Luke, you figured that if you were to trust anyone else in this world (besides yourself) it would be him.

"can i?" his touch wasn't anything but soft against your skin, as he lathered your body with the cheap smelling soap you would typically find in a motel.