can you imagine just casually sitting on the bed across from calum eating strawberries the day he gets back from tour and he crawls over to you with his hands on the sides of you as he nips at your bottom lip for the sweet fruit. then smothering his wet lips any space he can, he makes his way down your jaw and the curve of your shoulder. breathless, you shut your eyes and tilt your head back, allowing him access. your bodies meld together and you can feel his touch everywhere. “I’ve been waiting for you all day,” he mumbles traveling back up to your lips, hands drifting across your hips. You whimper in reply, incapable of any of form of communication. Gently, he lifts you from your place so his body is aligned with yours, carefully guiding your shoulders back into the mattress, pulling his lips away to look at you- to take in the beauty he’s missed out on all these months. Your eyes make contact and you can’t help but notice his proud smirk as he climbs on top of you and grinds his hips into yours like no tomorrow