~I'll show you~*Norway X Reader*

~I'll show you~

*Norway X Reader*

'And I'm like about - go,tomorrow I'll be fine,Just go,go,go and let me die.Go!' - V.S.

'I feel it in the air tonight
Your eyes tell me something just ain't right
You treat me with your silky gloves
We talk about everything except for love..'

The female crossed her legs once more,the small motion capturing the navy blue eyes onto her long legs,starting with a delicate line,meeting the boney knee,only to become generous until they lost theirselves under the material of her dress.
Silence was something usual for both - especially for Lukas,who seemed to be like that by nature.His long time girlfriend,(Name),got used to it too - though now it was an awkward silence,both standing in there as if they were complete strangers.
Planting his elbows into his knees,the Norwegian placed his head onto his palms,watching every single detail about her.
"So...is Emil okay?" she started,feeling his blue orbs pierce through her very soul,trying to undress her subtly.
"Yes!" was his plain answer - though she didn't expect for more.
"What about (Bestfriend's Name)?" he asked,the previous topic already being consumed.
"She's fine!She made up with her ex boyfriend!" (Name) explained,crossing her arms over her chest,the action giving a more seductive allure.
It was as if she tried to mock him - Lukas thought - trying to get him on his knees,beg for her to come back to him and everything to change.
Her upper curves were perfectly highlighted by the dress,which embraced her (size) bloomed breasts,showing enough of a clevage,but not vulgar,rather delicate.
Letting the light blonde bangs cover his navy blue eye,the thing captured (Name)'s attention too - it made him look extremly handsome as he stood there,his features betraying nothing,his light blonde hair extremly fitting to his pale complexion.
"Is Matthias still trying...you know?" the (h/c) asked,avoiding the actual question,tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Ja,he hasn't changed a little bit!" the Norwegian responded,scrunching his nose in disapproval.
The thought of the goofy smile of the Dane soon disappeared as Lukas attention was now onto the (nationality) female face,the delicate movement of her hand guiding his eyes there.
Her cheeks were adorned a beautiful powdery pink,her (e/c) eyes glimmering as always,shadowded by the long curled lashes which gave them even more depth.Going south,the centre of attention became now her mouth - a beautiful red lipstick placed upon her lips which seemed to quiver a bit,causing the blonde's instinct to kick in - he would have bit down onto her lip in order to remind her who she belonged to,to show her how much he cared - though they didn't dare to bring in the topic.
"But (Boy's Name)?Is he still trying to hit on you?" the former Viking asked,feeling his nerves grow thin when she nodded shyly her head.
The bastard!!How dared he try to get to his girl?!Kicking something would have been a great idea - anything he could to express his hatred for that specific boy who tried to get to the love of his life.
Lukas wanted to make sure the male was never to cross paths with her and to make his point clear once and for all - (Name) was his and he wasn't the one to share.

'I sense,perfume from the night before
I pray,someday you will cheat no more
Again,you have caused my heart to bleed
Still,you are the only one I need
And I know that you don't care
Though I won't let you go anywhere!'

Feeling the feminine fragrance that didn't match her (favourite perfume) the female felt jealousy pinch at her heart.Lukas was never the one to share,entering his Viking mode everytime a guy tried to pry off his 'prey' from his embrace - he would have killed the male on the spot if it wasn't for her to protest.Still,he always smelt as perfume - and (Name) was sure it wasn't hers.
Feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes,she stubbornly tried to hold them back - but she miserably failed as a sob escaped her lips,which she tried to estomp with her palm.Tears fell,caressing the delicate skin of her cheeks,as she stood up and almost left - almost,but she couldn't as a fierce grasp was placed upon her wrist.
He had enough of it.It was just the last drop - how could she turn him on like if it was nothing - and she wasn't even aware,to top all of that.
Roughly pressing her against the wall,Lukas' hands kept her arms above her head as his lips attacked hers.All of his want could be sensed into the neediness of the kiss,in which the (h/c) found herself slowly responding - for which she scolded herself.
Licking her lower lip sensually,the Norwegian awaited for his former lover to part her lips for him to explore her mouth once again - but she denied it.
Taking this as a game of giving in hard,one of the male's hands found its way up the (h/c)'s thigh,causing her to draw a sharp breath at the feeling of his fingers caressing her skin.
Not missing the opportunity,the blonde slipped his tongue into her mouth,only to be dodged with the female's,who pushed it back.
Parting from the kiss,he looked down at her,tears still staining her cheeks.
"You smell as perfume!And that's not mine Lukas!" (Name) spoke,feeling her knees grow weak at the thought of the blonde's previous night without her.
"You are silly!Is Nora's perfume!" the Norwegian explained,causing the (h/c)'s eyes to turn wide.
It indeed smelt like something familiar she couldn't put the finger on,but was that indeed his younger sister's perfume?

'You will leave me,deceive me,
And find someone new,
But it's allright,cause I'll show you tonight
That I still love you...'

"Please Lukas... Tell me that this is the truth!That the perfume is Nora's and that you haven't cheated on me even once!I need to know that in order to go on this!Please..." (Name)'s voice trembled slightly as she tried to keep her composure,tears forming into her beautiful (e/c) eyes once again.
"I haven't!I swear!" Lukas responded without hesitation,feeling the female loose into his embrace.
"Jeg elsker deg (Name)! I wouldn't ever think about doing that to you!" the Norwegian assured her,kissing the back of her palm.
"Jeg elsker deg også Lukas!" the female responded,clinging onto the blonde's shirt with dear life.
As Lukas bent down in order to kiss her,slowly licking her lower lip,she granted entrance,feeling the smooth muscle caress every single crevice of her mouth and by then (Name) was aware of a thing - she'd just wake up covered up in visible love bites all over,sore,still happy to know that he was hers and no one's else.
For the moment,she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his lips against hers - and it just felt wonderful as he carried her upstairs bridal style,not leaving her lips unbruised.

'We could just love eachother,But we're only acting as if we're strangers,There are so many tears I've shed,But I'm glad that you're here ...'.