Chapter Thirty: Art (mature)

I stood under the shower rinsing my hair off of the shampoo I used.

Luke's still at work and he just called me a few minutes..or was it an hour ago that he'll pick me up to go out on an Art Museum.

He's been talking me out about getting a college application but I still just hadn't made my mind yet.

It takes more pursuing and a lot of sex for me say yes.

I made my way to the dresser and settled for a white halter dress and matching red stilletos.

I didnt wear make up, just mascara and lipstick.

I wanted to curl my hair but decided that Im too lazy so I just straightened it up and tied it up in a high ponytail.

I need a haircut, my hair is almost down my waist. Its annoying at the same time.

I heard jiggling keys on the other side of the door.

Luke's here.

I made my way down, my red leather purse to match my shoes in hand.

"Hey, babe-" He looked at me once he stepped in.

"Hi, how's work?" I asked greeting him halfway as he snake his arms around my waist, placing a kiss on my forehead..something he's been doing a lot these days. I'm not complaining though, I like it.

"Work was work..tired but I can manage." He smiled, "Wow you look stunning today-"

I giggled, "Thanks," I looked up and stole a playful kiss on his lips. I couldn't resist it, I feel weak when he's not around. I always want to breathe the same air as him.

"You ready, Miss Beck? I'm sure you're going to like it!" He smiled and I nodded.

After half an hour or so we arrived an Art Museum. I have been into Art Museums before since my mother would join auctions and buy a masterpiece and show off. I would always leave her and stroll around the museum and try to express every art work I would pass by. I would feel sadness, I would feel joy, I would feel fear, lust, love, passion and confusion. Every work is breathtaking and beautiful.

Luke and I walked in, I would silently observe every art I pass by, sculpture, painting, photographs, sketches, and something weird but unique. Everything was beautiful and I'm very much happy.

We walked hand in hand, his fingers perfectly latched unto mine, filling in the missing gaps, lacing our fingers together. I love how rough and warm his hands are.

I felt butterflies fluttering inside my stomach and it was very intimidating.

I stood in front of a huge painting, huge enough to cover the whole wall.

"What do you think the artist felt when he painted this?" He asked all of a sudden, his eyes fixated on the masterpiece and I looked at him and looked back at the painting.

The whole canvas was painted black, dark shade of purple and blue. White paint was sprawled everywhere. It looked like the night sky with a blanket of stars over it in the naked eye but to me..it looks like the artist was depressed when he did this.

He was very sad, lovely, and was alone. The white paint is painted in only, one direction (A/N: istg don't!). I knew then what the piece was portraying.

"He's recovering." I exclaimed.

"Recovering?" Luke asked his focus now on me as I look at him and he looks at me.

"Yeah-" I bit my lip, "See, the whole canvas is black and other dark shade of colors. Its simple but wonderful. The painter was trying to recover, he only sees black but tries his best to see the light again." I sighed. "He was lost and is trying to find his way back."

He smiled at me, lips pursed in a tight line. His hand cupped my cheek and placed strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Do you know what I see?" He asks.

I shook my head.

"Were in a room full of artworks, Miss Beck but, why is it that the only masterpiece I see, is you?" He asked leaning in for a kiss.

My heart stopped and the earth stood still. My heart was racing like a horse on a race track and my mind is all mushy and my arms became limp, my knees into jelly. I feel like I'm about to explode and butterflies are going to come out of my stomach.

He pulled away, forehead against mine as he tries to stand up as my height, he was at least a foot taller than me, "I love you, Tate. I know I said it before but I want to know if you feel the same way too." I gulped at his words.

"I know we haven't been official and I feel like an ass for not letting it clear to you." He pressed his body against mine into a tight embrace. I can see people looking at us but, I could care less. "I feel like I am leading you on or something.."

"I'm yours if you're mine." He pressed a kiss on my head.

I pulled away slightly, trying to look at his expression, he looks sincere and I'm so heart eyes emoji over him (I learned the heart eyes emoji thing from Kate when we were texting, don't ask.).

"I purposely made you walk towards this painting for you to see it and express it to me, it took me a whole damn day to realize what it meant and it only took you seconds." He chuckled, voice very deep, "Before you came in to my life all I see is darkness and shit that I couldn't explain, and when you were there you became my therapy, my drug and you made me recover. You are smart, sexy and intelligent and kind and I just can't put into words how much I love you and how perfect you are. I love you so fucking much that it hurts not to see you even just a second of the day, do you know how fucking hard it is to be at work and not see you for 8 hours or more every fucking day I go to work? It kills me to be away from you, I would do anything for you and you know that. I have proven myself worthy of you and I..I love you. I wont get tired saying it again and again, I love you!" His eyes were a very deep shade of blue and I felt his thumb flick a tear away and I wasn't even aware that I was crying.

Everything he said is so beautiful and I just couldn't let it sink in.

How did I become so lucky with this man?

"I-Im..yours" I choked my words but was lucky enough to spit it out. "I love you so much-" I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, hearing it beat for me.

He tilted my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

I can't help but smile, it feels like my cheeks are getting numb with all the smiling.

I can't believe that were officially together, I know we've been together for a long time but we didn't know what our relationship up, I was afraid to brought the topic up and I thought he didnt care which was wrong and was really out of the context.

Before I knew it I was being dragged out of the museum and back at the car.

And were back to being horny little fucks.

He started the car and the engine roared. We weren't far from our place so I guess its going to be a quick drive.

The stereo blasted some tunes but it felt muffled as I stare at Luke.

He's face tensed, jaw clenched. Itching to get home.

He would shuffle on his seat every now and then shifting into different positions.

"Are you okay?" I asked, a little worried, he's acting strange and flustered.

He didn't answer.

"Luke?"

He sighed, knowing that I will pester him more if he's not going to answer.

"You did this!" He practically screamed inside the car.

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I noticed he was pointing at his crotch, cheeks red from embarrassment but I don't know why.

I eyed him and thats when I noticed, there was a huge bulge in his pants. His manhood trying to get out.

No wonder he's frustrated.

I started laughing, kind of finding it amusing.

I lauhed so hard that I didn't even noticed that were already parked in the basement.

"You done?" He asks rolling his eyes at me and I nodded still holding loads of laughter behind my throat.

We walked our way into the elevator.

Luke couldn't stop tapping his shoes on the floor.

"Fuck it!" He cursed before pushing me against the elevator door.

Kissing me aggressively and out of breath.

I moaned unto his lips, his tongue inside my mouth. My skin started having goosebumps and nervous that the elevator door might suddenly open and someone will catch us being intimate inside.

Thankfully there wasn't any cockblockers that happened. Only the door that wouldn't budge and open right away because Luke was trying to insert the wrong key in the key hole.

I guess the tension between us is just so heated up.

He carried me into the bedroom and I sat on the bed.

He hovered on top of me and I felt his hardness against my leg.

My dress rid up a little bit showing a lot of my skin but I didn't care.

I started unbuckling his pants and he pulled away.

He sat in front of me as I sit back on the edge of the bed. My hands working their magic trying to unzip him like it was a mission.

I pulled down his boxers which made his length spring out of it.

His tip swollen and there's a little precum on the end of his slit.

My hands moved his shaft, slowly, rubbing him up and down.

His head fell back and he let out an exhausted, sexy moan.

"P-please stop being a tease-" He breathed out and I smirked at his statement.

With no more hesitation I pulled his length inside my mouth, sucking lightly on his tip, my hand still pumping his shaft.

His moans filled the room.

I let my own mouth and tongue explore him.

I loved how I was making him moan and I was being able to give him the pleasure.

He thrusts in and out my mouth and I let out moans vibrating to his length making him groan.

He started pushing in deeper and I can feel my self choke. I was turning crimson red as he thrusts deeper and I couldn't breathe but I let him violate my mouth.

I'm all his anyways.

His thrusts became sloppier and soon enough he splurge the familiar hot liquid in my mouth, I quickly swallowed it and looked up at him.

He bent down and kissed me, I can still taste him inside my mouth so I knew for a fact that he could also taste himself through me.

"I love you-" I exclaimed silently.

"I love you." He responded.

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#QOTD:

cheyenne_hemmings: is her dad ever going to come into the story and like save Tatum from her mom?

Answer: sadly no, I don't even know if I said that her dad is already dead or something I don't remember lol but I'm trying to make things realistic and in real life so...I guess we all don't always get what we want especially us fangirls ayeeee x

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