this is what it feels like // calum hood

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"Sieeeeeeerraaaa," she squealed, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck from behind. Sierra was sitting taking a break from dancing.

"AJ!" A just a drunk Sierra smiled, reaching behind her in attempt to hug her little sister.

"I am," Aly came to stand in front of her, "Going home." She nodded her head, which moved more in a circle than up and down.

"How? Who's taking you? You need a ride!"

"Grace has taxi's, it was my idea for that," Aly smiled proudly.

"Oh yes! Be safe! I love you," Sierra kissed her sister's cheek, "Text me when you get home!"

"I will," Aly smiled, then she turned to Luke, "Goodnight, brother," she saluted him.

"Goodnight, Aly," he tried not to laugh at her.

Aly made her way out of the venue, heels and purse in her hands.

"Cal!" she squealed finding the curly haired boy outside, a cigarette in between his fingers.

"Hey," he turned to face her with a smile, blowing the smoke away from her, noting all her things in her hands, "Where are you going?"

"Bed." Aly nodded with a drunken smile, she gestured to the cigarette, "Can I?"

He held it out to her, "Care if I crash your ride?"

"I'd love if you'd crash my ride," she smiled, taking a hit off the cigarette. Calum watched her place the thin cylinder between her lips, something about her clean white, long nails in contrast with the grungy cigarette was really getting him worked up.

Few short minutes later, just enough time for them to finish the cigarette, a cab pulled up and they got in the backseat. Aly had slid all the way across, but when Calum got in, he pulled her back to the middle. Aly let her legs drape over his thigh, she used one her arms wrapped around his shoulders to keep herself up right.

Calum pressed his lips against her skin, at the base of her jaw, right where it met the bottom of her ear.

"Cal," she half warned, half moaned.

"Shh," he hummed against her skin. Aly tilted her head, giving him more space to work, nails sliding under the collar of his shirt. Calum's hands held her waist, thumb running over the soft material of her dress.

Aly used her free hand to pull his face to her's, she waited before she kissed him. Her eyes on his lips, her thumb tracing the outline of his bottom lip. She smirked to herself before pressing her lips to his.

They spent the rest of the ride getting lost in each other. His whiskey mixing with the taste of her wine, their bodies becoming hungrier for more.

They thanked the cab driver, the bill being charged to her parents card since they had paid for the drivers all night. Calum held her hand in his as they rushed through the lobby.

"Slow down," Aly giggled trying to keep up with him, still barefoot.

He came to a stop, taking a super slow step, "This better?" He looked at her over his shoulder.