but imagine lying in bed with calum after a massive argument and you’d both lie with your backs turnt to each other, refusing to speak a other word until the other one gave in, and after 10 minutes calum would be almost asleep when he’d notice you shivering on the other
side of the bed and at first he’d think you were crying so he’d turn around and rest his hand on your arm, softly whispering “are you okay, babe?” and you’d huff at him but then you’d cave and murmur “i’m freezing” bc you were so used to lying against calum’s unnaturally hot body at night and without it the bed felt like antartica, and calum would just immediately forget all about the fight as he’d wrap himself around you and press his lips against your shoulder and mutter “your personal furnace is at your service” and you’d probably giggle a little as you’d remember why you could never manage to stay mad at calum
This kind of got away
from me and somehow ended up smutty. My first time with any kind of smut. It’s
kind of PG-13. Hope you like it!
It was one of those rare, quiet evenings at home. There was
nowhere to go, no one to see and that was perfect. Just you and your boyfriend,
Niall, sitting on the couch together in silence while you read and he flipped
back and forth between golf and a comedy on the tv. Every so often, the silence
was broken by his hearty laugh. Your stomach flipped and your heart swelled with
love for him every time. He was just too cute. At one point he was literally
slapping his knee in mirth. When he barked out another loud laugh, his eyes
crinkling and his head tipped back, you couldn’t resist. You took out your
phone and took a picture. The shutter sound caught his attention and he turned
to look at you.
“Whatcha doin, pet?” He reached out and grabbed your ankle with
one hand , stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.
You felt your face flush with embarrassment over being
caught, but also because you couldn’t help but react physically every time he
put his hands on you.
“Nothing,” you answered shyly, tucking your chin into your
shoulder. You lifted your book up again and tried to hide your eyes behind it,
hoping he wouldn’t give you too much grief about your moment playing paparazzi.
His grip on your ankle tightened and he jerked you towards
him. You slid until you fell flat on your back with a grunt, your t-shirt
riding up baring your stomach. Of course, he wasn’t going to let this go, not
when he had a chance to tease you.