Okay, so before you read this there a probably some things you should know. This story will contain Reid's death. If I had my way he wouldn't have died at all and the only reason I'm writing this is because I think Luke's grieving would make a good story. So just to let you know before you read this, so that you have the chance to not read it.
"Reid, I swear to God, if you don't get your ass out of bed, I will come in there and drag you out myself." Luke's voice yells at me. I groan and roll over onto my stomach and place the pillow over my head to block out the noise.
Next thing I know, I'm on my back, the pillow is snatched away from my head and Luke is grinning at me from the side of the bed cheekily. I glare at him.
"You know, if my head wasn't killing me this much I would take you out right now." I inform him, trying to sound threatening but failing miserably.
"Yeah sure you would." Luke replies sarcastically, climbing on top of me and placing kisses from the bottom of my stomach all the way up to my neck. I groan slightly and arch my back, feeling the fire his lips and fingers leave. My heart flutters as he comes nearer to my face, even after 2 years he still has a massive effect on my.
Luke grins at me mischievously and I groan in my head, whenever he gives me that look I know something's about to go down. And I'm not going to like it. But before I can question him about it his mouth has smashed down onto mine. I immediately open my mouth to his, not being able to stay in control.
I have long since lost the power to say no to Luke, and have any control over my body when he's in close proximity to me. All I know is that whatever happens as long as I have him near me, everything will be fine. As long as Luke is breathing, I can smile and do my job. I moan slightly and arch my back needing to have the blonde closer to me, not wanting any distance between us. I let my hand slide down his shirt and reach underneath to press my palm against his skin. I feel the softness of Luke's skin against my fingertips and I slowly rub circles on his stomach, he growls in his throat and I smile against his lips. I try to dip my hand inside his pants but he reaches down and catches my wrist, intertwining our fingers together.
He pulls away from me and keep our face close together, our lips almost touching.
"Get up," He says softly unable to stop the massive grin that stretching across his face. He pushes away from me and basically bounds off the bed, running out of our bedroom.
"Such a child," I grumble as I get out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom.
The hot water feels good against my skin as I let the shower wash away my sleepiness. I chuckle lightly as I hear Luke singing softly along to the radio. I think of his amazing these last two years have been. Luke keeps me grounded, he stops my ego from becoming too big and he has shown me how to love and be loved. Sure, I still hate the family dinners we have to endure and the big gatherings of family and friends that the Snyder's seem to always be throwing, but with Luke by my side I learn to accept them. Hell sometimes I even enjoy them.
I've learnt to accept Luke's love for Noah, but I also see how Luke makes sure that I know that it is me that he is in love with when Noah's around. Like how he'll give Noah a hug and then step back and push his body gently against mine. Or how when he and Noah are talking about some film he's making and I'm standing there like a lemon he'll slip his hand into mine.
I can't believe how easily it was to completely fall in love with Luke. How I wasn't even scared of the fall because I knew he'd catch me. Everything about Luke is opposite to me but we fit so well together. Every part of him fits me, he's mine and I'm his, and I don't intend to change that fact for a while.
Once I'm all washed and dressed, I start rummaging in the kitchen looking for some medication for my headache. I'm obviously making a lot of noise because Luke stands up from the sofa where he's writing his latest novel and gives me a curious look.
"Reid. What are you doing?" He asks me his tone slightly amused.
"Looking for aspirin." I answer back, not stopping my searching. I feel as he moves into the kitchen but I ignore his presence, knowing that if I turn round all thoughts of aspirin will be gone.
"Do you mean, the packet of aspirin that's right here on the counter?" He asks me innocently. I spin around and he's holding two pills in his hand with a glass of water.
"What? How did you? I mean. What?" I ask him rambling, inside my head I curse myself for sounding like an uneducated twit.
"You were pretty smashed last night. I thought you might need a little help this morning." He smiles at me and offers me the pills and water.
"Thanks," I say gratefully taking them and swallowing the painkillers quickly.
"You know, I've never seen you got drunk when you know that you have work tomorrow." Luke says and I swallow nervously. At lot has been happening with Chris recently and I just needed to forget about it for a while. Chris doesn't seem to realise how serious his illness is and how much of an effect that it's having on people other than him. I have to lie to Luke to cover for him and I hate it. It makes me feel like I've kicked a puppy.
"What? Do you not think I have a rebellious side?" I purr at him moving closer, trying to distract him from his statement that is really a question. I can tell it works from the way his pupils dilate and the way he moves unconsciously towards me.
"No, I'm pretty sure you do. In fact I know you do." He answers flirtatiously locking his hands around my neck and playing with the hair at the back of my neck. I try to concentrate on anything other than how good it feels, otherwise I'll just have to drag Luke back to bed with me.
"You know what else I know?" He says. I shake my head at him, getting lost in his beautiful eyes. "If you don't leave like right now, you're going to be late for work." He finishes and smiles at me lovingly. I groan.
"Aw come on, you love your work. And you only have yourself to blame for feeling like shit." He adds laughing.
"Oh shut up Snyder," I mumble before pulling him in for a goodbye kiss. He sighs contently and runs his hands through my hair. I smirk against his lips, he has such a weird obsession for my hair.
"Shut up," He murmurs against me knowing exactly why I'm smirking. I pull him closer feeling such an intense rush of love for the man I once hated. Two years have passed since Noah moved away to LA and with Luke I honestly feel content. He makes me better, and I do the same to him.
Luke moved in with me when Katie left to live with Chris. It didn't take much to convince him and I was surprised at how easy living with him was.
"Come on you really are going to be late now," He whispers and pushes me away gently. I stroke his cheek memorising his face for the day before grabbing my coat and walking towards the door. Just before I turn I look back at the man I love so easily.
"Be safe." I say, almost a demand. Luke has spent more time in hospital than anyone I've ever known and I don't know how I would cope if he got hurt. I say this to him every time we part because I need him to know how much I need him to be okay, to be safe. He nods at me smiling, reassuring me.
"I love you," He answers and I feel my heart warm. I grin at him.
"I love you too," I reply before turning out of the door and wondering what the hell Luke Sndyer has turned me into.