Well this was nothing she had planned. Melody had missed Luke, plain and simple. She had gone out and had fun, and when the night was over and she was headed back, she realized what that sad little feeling at the bottom of her stomach had been all night. It was his absence. She had come over to fulfill that, and it had turned into something else entirely. Something even more fulfilling, to be fair.
And she was really okay with how it was turning out. Because it was something she had thought about and wanted and longed for for a very, very long time.
He didn't answer her question with words, but rather with his actions. His breath, hot against her neck and the sounds of his soft moans reaching her ears were answer enough. He moved his hips against her, and she felt her body tense. She moved against him, a single hand reaching down from his neck to his pants, feeling for him. She wasn't asking any questions now. She was just going with it.
She let her hand slide against him, palm feeling the smooth fabric of his sweatpants, contrast to the hardness that was underneath them. She smirked, kissing him. She could hardly contain herself.