Author's Note: I'm uploading this before SisterAdelaide kills me :-) She may as well get added as co-writer for all the times she's talked me through being stuck with my plot points. Anyway, Read, review, favorite, all that good stuff. I noticed there aren't too many good Luke stories out there (and ps I'm actually terrified about putting this one out here...but I always am when it comes to my writing).

She felt the hand, rough and calloused, touch her back gently. "Are you okay?" a voice asked.
"Yeah, I um…" she stuttered as she looked up. The man asking her was Luke Harper, of the Wyatt family.
"Don't be scared of me," he encouraged, his hand rubbing over her hair. "I'm not going to hurt you, precious. What's your name?"
"Rosie Bradshaw."
He held his hand out to her; Rosie took it and he helped her up. "Are you okay?"
"Not really, but I'll survive," she tried, rubbing a tear from her eye. She didn't need to cry in front of Luke Harper, of all people. The man could snap her in half.
"Why just survive when someone could help you?" he asked, his big hand tracing her cheek gently.
Rose shuddered and backed away a little. "My…um boyfriend…wouldn't…"
"That poor excuse for a man who carts you around like you're his mule? That one?"
She bit her lip. "Mason isn't that bad to me," she tried.
Luke took her wrist and looked it over. "You still have a bruise. It was very bad two weeks ago."
Rosie pulled her hand back from him. "He just gets angry…"
Luke cupped her cheeks. "A beautiful gift shouldn't be damaged."
"Beautiful?"
He nodded before he sunk his lips on hers; she smiled as she felt the hair of his beard brush against her lips. Luke was a surprisingly soft, sweet kisser, and he took his time before pulling her close to him and deepening the kiss. "Beautiful," he muttered again between kisses.
Rosie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back for a few moments; she felt him smile until her reasoning caught up with her and she pushed away quickly. "I'm…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"
"Shhh," he urged, pulling her back to him and kissing her again. This time it was hungry and deep, hands being pressed into bodies and moans escaping their parted lips. "Rosie…" he muttered, his hands stopping at the button of her jeans.
"Please," she whispered out quietly. As he unbuttoned them, she groaned in need before she felt a finger slide into her. "Oh my…"
"Let me set you up," he said lowly. His voice was full of lust as he lifted her to a crate, setting her on it as he kept teasing her with his finger. "You are so tight and wet. Do you want me to show you what I'd do with a beautiful little treasure, Rosie?"
"Yes…please, Luke," she begged as she reached for his jeans. Rosie unbuttoned them deftly and pushed them down his legs; he was hard as a rock and wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Show me."
He moved her hands and held them tightly as he lined up to her entrance, sliding in. "Rosie…oh my word…"
"Don't stop, please," she begged, laying her head back in pleasure. He felt heavenly inside her, moving and making her moan as he kept sliding into her. "Luke…"
"Shh, my little treasure," he urged, rubbing her face and angling her head so they'd locked eyes. "Keep looking at me…there we are…"
Rosie's jade-green eyes locked with the deep brown ones of Luke as she came; he didn't break away from her until she was coming again, him right behind her. The intensity of their eye contact did nothing to ease the strength of her orgasm; she kept coming until she felt dizzy. "Luke…"
"Meet me here again. Backstage, when people are gone. I can help you feel like a treasure," he assured, cupping her face gently and kissing her again. "Sweet Rosie…sweet, precious Rosie…"
"What about Bray?" she asked, pulling away from him. "I know he…"
Luke took his finger and put it over her lips. "Shh. It's our secret. You can stay with Mason or whoever, and I'll be here to remind you what kind of a treasure you really are."
"Wh…why do you wanna do this?" she asked quietly, a hand running over her hair.
He shrugged. "Why does it matter? We're both lonely people…let me fix that."

She was meeting him again, in the darkness. Rosie had long-since broken up with Mason and he'd been released, but she'd gone through and dated a couple of other people. Her uncle kept encouraging her to get out there, to date and see people, but she didn't want to. She wanted Luke, and tonight she was getting him for the first time in at least three weeks. "Hello love," he muttered as she came around the corner. Rosie wrapped herself around him and sighed; dingy shirt, after-match smell, old blue jeans, messy beard…this was Luke…Luke of the year and a half affair…her Luke. "I don't have much time," he whispered.
"I don't either," she sighed. "I've missed you."
"I have as well…Bray's become kind of paranoid and wants us close," he said, starting to work on getting her pants down.
She let out a long sigh. "I wish it wasn't this way."
He caressed her cheek gently. "I know."
"What would he do if we told him? If we just walked up and said…"
"NO!" he urged, the look in his eyes desperate. "I…he's not me when it comes to you. Let's leave it there."
"Okay," she relented as he picked her up and sat her on a table. "Here?"
He nodded before kissing her slowly and moving her to straddle him while he sat in a chair. "I have missed you, my Rosie. Please don't doubt that. There…aren't many things I care about in this world, but you're one of them."
"I don't doubt it," she sighed, kissing him gently as he moved into her. Rosie felt herself lean back as they moved faster together. "Luke…"
"Shh, princess," he urged. "Look at me." Rosie locked eyes with him; it'd become their thing over the last little while. As the orgasm rolled through her, she let out a tiny yelp which made him chuckle. "I do love the sounds you make, precious."
"Luke," she gasped as he kept pushing, "this isn't enough."
"I know," he grunted as he released.
That surprised her. "So. How do we fix it?"
"Maybe I can sneak to your room."
"I'd like that," Rosie smiled, touching his cheek. He was such a handsome man; she didn't see why people ignored that fact. "Tonight?"
"I'll try, my Rosie," he smiled before kissing her gently. "I've got to go."
"Not so long next time, okay?" she asked softly. "I don't like missing you."
He nodded and kissed her forehead. "Not so long, my little Rosie. I promise."
Rosie stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. "Good."