"How many more minutes?"

"Luke, you literally just put the cookies in the oven, silly," I grinned at him fondly from my perch on the countertop. What a silly boy.

"I say we give them five minutes, and then check again," Luke nodded his head decisively from his kneeling position in front of the oven. The oven light was on, and his narrowed eyes were focused so intently on the cookie dough blobs inside, I was surprised they didn't finish baking on command.

"Or we can work on homework for the full eighteen minutes the cookies are supposed to bake, then check again?" I offered, swinging my legs back and forth underneath the countertop.

"Nah," Luke immediately dismissed my suggestion, standing up from the floor and turning towards me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I can think of something else we can do for eighteen minutes."

"We promised Kota we'd do homework as soon as we got to your house, Luke!" I tried to look stern, but I was too busy fighting off a giggle as I watched Luke saunter towards me with an extra sway in his hips. After an incredibly exaggerated hip movement, I gave in and cracked up with giggles. "What are you doing, Always?"

"I'm seducing you, Cupcake," Luke said with a deep voice, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Once he reached the counter, I swung my legs around his hips and pulled him against me. "Is it working?"

"Hmm," I pretended to look like I was debating it, rubbing my chin a few times for good measure before blinking up at Luke innocently. "I'm not sure."

"Not sure?" Luke raised an eyebrow while smiling at the challenge. He stepped closer to me, pulling my body slowly toward him on the counter until we were pressed flush against each other. He purposely lowered his voice an octave as he growled, "Well maybe I can convince you."

I giggled and pecked Luke's cheek as he turned around and grabbed my thighs.

"Hop on, sweetheart! Your Love Shack awaits," Luke announced, lightly smacking my thigh when I hadn't moved yet. With a grin, I hopped on Luke's back and he took off down the hallway before climbing the steps with ease.

"Where is this love shack, Sir Lucien?" I asked with a giggle, blowing his hair out of my face.

"In a magical land, my lady," he responded, opening the door to his room and trotting inside. "A land where day-dreams come true and North allows chocolate for every meal!"

"Oh wow, I didn't think such a place was possible!" I gasped dramatically, laughing as Luke collapsed on his bed which caused me to let go of him.

"It's very possible, Lady Sang," Luke said as he positioned himself on his side, angling one arm to hold his head up. I mirrored his pose, but used one foot to nudge against his.

"And where is this so called 'seduction,' Sir Lucien?" I asked softly, looking him in the eye.

"The good lady sure seems ready to be rid of her virtue!" Luke announced to the room as if we had an audience.

"Who needs virtue when you can have a handsome knight?" I asked playfully, winking at him.

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Luke's face completely shut down in front of me. I was momentarily shocked at how emotionless his face became before he looked down at the bedspread.

"Luke?" I asked, worried I'd said something wrong. "What's wrong?"

Was I too forward? Did it turn him off?

"Luke?" I asked again when he didn't look up. Sliding closer, I gently placed my hand on his forearm that was playing with a thread on the comforter.

"I'm sorry, Sang," he whispered, still not looking up at me.

"What is it?" I asked softly. "Did I do something wrong."

"No," Luke quickly shook his head, finally looking up at me. His eyes had lost their mischievous sparkle and he looked pained. "I just...I just…I just wish I still had my virtue."

"Your virtue?" I repeated, my eyebrows skyrocketing. "Luke, you know I was just playing around-"

"I just hate that I can't give you that, Sang," Luke cut me off, his expression regretful. "I wish I was still a virgin."

"Luke, no!" I shook my head and gave his arm a gentle squeeze, ignoring the painful squeeze of my heart at the vocal confirmation that he's been that far with girls before me. "I'm serious. Please don't regret that."

"Why shouldn't I?" He asked in a pained voice. "I love you more than anything, and I can't even give that to you."

"I don't expect you to, Always," I assured him, rubbing my hand up and down his arm that was still playing with the thread. "You had a life before me, I understand that. What you've given me now, your heart, is more than I could've ever hoped for."

"But Sang," Luke huffed, pushing off the mattress and moving to sit indian style in front of me. I mirrored his position again, but he avoided my eyes. "You're so pure and giving everything to us. In a weird way, I envy Kota and the guys who are still virgins."

"You envy them?" I asked, confused. I thought we'd gotten a handle on most of the jealousy issues that I could see. Besides, not many teenage boys would say they envied a virgin.

"Because they get to experience their first time with you," Luke whispered, looking at his lap. "With someone they love. And they get to give you themselves. All of themselves."

His confession was burning my heart, and I knew I needed to put a stop to this before it got out of control.

"Luke, look at me," I cupped his cheek and pulled his gaze back to mine. "I wasn't going to bring this up, because it doesn't matter. Honestly, it doesn't, but let me explain something. Hypothetically, let's say you've slept with five girls before me-"

"What?" Luke squeaked out, and I blinked at him before giggling at the ridiculously high voice he just achieved.

"Did you just squeak?" I laughed, causing Luke to pout at me.

"Five? Who told you five?" Luke frowned down at me, re-crossing his legs and grabbing my hips to slide me closer to him. I scooted a little more until our knees touched.

"Nobody, I just made up a number," I answered honestly. "I'm just using it as an example to make my point!"

"Well, I haven't slept with five," Luke answered, still frowning. He had that guilty expression again, and I really wanted to make him understand that this didn't matter to me.

"Luke, it doesn't matter," I repeated in a whisper, looking him in the eye. "You could've slept with a thousand women, and the only thing I'd worry about was STDs and your emotional wellbeing."

"How, Sang?" Luke asked in disbelief.

"Because it was before me," I shrugged. "If I got jealous of girls you'd been with before me, how can I expect you guys to be okay with sharing me at the same time?"

"It's different, Sang," Luke started shaking his head, but I just sighed.

"We're getting off my point," I cut him off. "Let's just say that you slept with five girls-"

"One," Luke interrupted me quietly, looking the shyest I've ever seen him. "I slept with one."

"Okay," I said back just as quietly. "Let's say that you slept with one girl before me. Then, and this is completely hypothetical, let's say I lose my virginity to Silas. Then I sleep with Kota. Then Victor. Then I sleep with you. That means I slept with three guys before you. Would that matter to you? Would that stop you from loving me or wanting to be with me?"

"No, Sang, but it's still different," Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair. His blonde locks fell down to frame his face, and I thought he looked beautiful. "I didn't love that girl."

"If anything, that makes me feel better, Always," I said, unable to stop a small smile from forming. "If you loved another girl, before me or not, then I might not be able to stop myself from Hulking Out."

"Hulking Out?" Luke laughed deeply, leaning back and grabbing his stomach. It was a relief to see him laugh again during such a serious talk. Luke was a ray of sunshine; my own personal sugar high. Seeing my boys' different sides during alone time with them has always been something I treasured, but Luke deserves to always have a smile on his face. "Sang, I can't picture you hurting a flower, let alone another girl."

"Hey, I can get mad if one of my men is involved!" I stuck my tongue out at him, then abruptly squealed and leaned back when Luke reached out to pinch it.

"Your men, huh?" He smirked, leaning back on his hands. His chest was puffed out like a proud pidgeon and I giggled before scooting closer to him.

"I love you, Luke," I whispered, leaning against his chest and gently planting my lips against his. He responded right away with a chaste, closed-mouth kiss that was as sweet as a cupcake.

"I love you, Sang," Luke murmured against my lips, closing his eyes. We had some time before North got home, and I wanted to make the most of it. Closing my eyes, I traced my tongue playfully along his lower lip. Luke immediately opened his mouth and slid his tongue across mine. French kissing still freaked me out a little bit, despite how much I've done it now, but at the same time I found the entire act so erotic. It made my belly tingle, and my hands impulsively tangled themselves in Luke's hair as a reaction.

"You're so sweet, Sang," Luke whispered, breaking away from my lips. I took the opportunity to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, sliding my legs onto each side of his lap so I was straddling him on the bed. "You taste like strawberries."

"New lipgloss from Gabriel," I muttered against his skin, nibbling on the skin between his neck and shoulder lightly. He groaned in response, and his grip on my hips tightened.

"Remind me to thank him later," Luke chuckled, grabbing the sides of my face and pulling me away from his neck. I looked up into his darkening eyes and couldn't hold back a pout, my gaze flickering back to his neck longingly.

"Luke…." I whispered, trying to move my head out of his hold and back to his delicious skin. He just shook his head with a small grin and leaned in towards my ear.

"Let me take care of you, Cupcake," Luke said in a slightly husky voice as his lips tickled my ear. With a quick nip to my earlobe, he flipped me over on my back until his body hovered over mine. "Are you sure you're not made of chocolate? Because I want to devour you."

"Luke," I laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.

My giggles were cut off by his lips as they molded to mine in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. I couldn't hold back a mewl as his tongue caressed mine and his thumbs started rubbing small circles on the skin between my shirt and shorts. I was completely surrounded by the smell of vanilla, and my nose was in heaven.

In some far, far away corner of my mind I was aware that the Earth was still revolving around the Sun, gravity kept us from floating off into Space, and cookies were currently baking in the oven. None of this existed to me as Luke's arms held me tight against him, though. As his lips began their tortuous path down my neck, I felt like the Earth revolved around us. As his hands delicately lifted my shirt up and over my head while his lips continued their assault down my chest and to my stomach, I was positive we were floating somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn. And when Luke's tongue circled my belly button once, twice, then slipped inside, I had no idea what cookies were.

My hands were tangled in Luke's hair, but they couldn't decide if they wanted to push his sinful tongue lower or pull his lips back up to mine. After a mental tug-of-war, I tugged his locks and Luke crawled his way up my body with more open-mouthed kisses.

"I could spend forever getting to know your body, Sang," Luke murmured as he licked his way up my neck. I moaned at the contact, arching up into his hold.

"You're licking me like I've seen you lick icing off a cupcake, Luke!" I giggled when a lick got particularly strong.

"Mmm, icing on my Cupcake," Luke hummed happily. The vibration from his lips sent sparks down my spine, and I fidgeted.

"Luke," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair and hitching an ankle over his right leg. "Kiss me."

"Gladly," Luke whispered back, leaning towards my face with his beautiful grin. His lips touched mine again, and my tongue immediately darted out to trace his lower lip again. He opened right away, and our tongues started a playful fight for dominance.

I lost myself again in the kiss, in Luke, in his vanilla scent that made me feel warm and fuzzy. Kota's order to finish our homework before dinner was long gone. I was completely entranced by the feel of Luke's lips dancing with mine. I heard angels' singing and bells ringing, celebrating the love I felt wanting to burst out of my heart.

Only those weren't bells.

They were the smoke alarm.

And I couldn't smell Luke's vanilla scent anymore.

It was covered by the smell of something burning.

And those definitely weren't angels.

"Who the fuck let you and Sang Baby make cookies, Luke? I told you to give her a banana, you idiot!" I heard my North Star bellow from the floor below us, his deep voice being heard easily over the sound of the smoke alarm. "And why does it look like a fucking bomb went off in here? What is this shit?"

"North is home!" I grinned at Luke, happy to have another one of my boys with me.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Consider this chapter a "test run." If there's interest, I'll turn this into a full length fanfic. If not, I'll just leave it as a one-shot. Let me know if you're interested in reading more or just leaving as is! Thank you.