Because The Night
Summary: Fic for the TPU 'Because The Night' competition. Julie/Luke
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, just in case you for some delusional reason thought they did!
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Short, tongue in cheek drabble because Mischie was bugging me!
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It was when the sun had set and night had fallen that he loved the most, when they were alone; because the night belonged to them.
At night, in the dark, with the lights off, he could pretend that they were a normal couple just being a normal couple. In other words, having sex.
Darkness can hide a multitude of sins and it hid the fact that, apart from her breasts, she was more than twice his age.
During the day he was a teenager, a school kid and he knew better than to try and act otherwise, but at night everything changed. Night was the time for his wildest fantasies to be realised.
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They were midway through their third round when there was a strange creak that didn't stop when the bed stopped moving, a moment later the sound of spraying water could be heard. She glanced at him and he looked back at her before they continued with what they were doing. Whatever it was could wait.
It had to wait a long time; the pair got a little distracted and by the time they had managed to drag themselves out of bed to investigate there was a surprise waiting for them.
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'Oh shit,' she said when she opened the door from behind which came the noise, but a moment later she smiled as she felt his hand slide around her waist, leaning back into his chest as she watched the moonlight reflect off the still water.
It could have been classed as romantic, if he'd actually had chest hair and the water hadn't happened to be from a burst pipe in the motel bathroom.
So this was what they were paying $40 a night for; irritating interruptions, puddles pooling on the lino and curtains that didn't fully close.
But then again, they were paying for the privacy, the unlikelihood of anyone suspecting the two of them to be here let alone here together. And it had to be here because where else did you conduct illicit affairs but crappy motels?
Not that it was exactly an affair; she was single, but this wasn't about romance it was about lust. It had to be with that whole lack-of-chest-hair thing.
Of course, she could fool herself; the reason he had no chest hair was because he played water polo, not because he was only 16. It didn't always work because it just reminded her that he played water polo at school. School.
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She shook the thought out of her head, it didn't matter. He was hot, he was limber; that was all that mattered. She leant back further, pressing her ass against his groin. There were only a couple more hours till morning and she wasn't going to waste time thinking morbid thoughts. In the daytime she could be a mother, a Newpsie, someone with at least the pretence of morals. The night was for lovers, for lust.
And even if she said so herself, Julie Cooper was pretty good at lust.