#42- Changing Rooms Together! (2/4)
Michael: "Michael, what are you doing?" you whine as he picks you up and carries you outside, your flip flops nearly falling off. "I'm taking you shopping!" he replies as if it's nothing, "Don't girls like that?" "Uhh, sure," you stammer, closing your eyes as he sets you down in the passenger's side of his car. To be perfectly honest, you're really insecure and didn't really want to go shopping with Michael, because, knowing him that would involve him seeing you mostly naked. After a few stores without incident-in this case, incident meaning Michael seeing you naked-you assume all is going to go well. He pulls you through the doors of another store, saying this is the last one. You have a huge pile of clothes with you, and you've only picked out half of them yourself. You slide a slightly revealing and see through top on over your bra, listening to Michael whine from the stall's other side. "Come on, Y/N, it does not take that long t-" You look up and realize he's stopped talking because he's now looking at you, mouth slightly agape. "God, you're beautiful," he whispers just a bit too loudly. You quickly close the door in his face, pressing your back against it. "Michael, why did you do that?" you whisper yell. "I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable, babe. But you are just so beautiful; it's a shame you don't see yourself that way." A hesitant smile grows on your lips and you look at yourself in the mirror, suddenly feeling a burst of confidence. The way Michael was staring at you alluded to the fact that he only had one thing on his mind. Your suspicions are confirmed later that night while both you and Michael are wearing a little less clothing.
Calum: "I can't believe you're making me go dress shopping with you," your boyfriend pouts, taking your hand as you walk into a small boutique. "Listen," you start with a laugh, "If you want me to be your date to this wedding, I have to look nice, and I don't really hang with girls, you know that." He shakes his head gravely, laughing quietly, "I have an excuse not to have many friends; I'm never in one place for long. What's your excuse?" "Oh, shut up, Hood." He shoots a wry grin your way, holding up a tiny red number that makes you shudder. "I'm pretty sure my left boob won't fit in that." He laughs, putting it back down, and leaves the searching up to you. After many failed attempts, you slip into a dress worthy of even showing to your boyfriend, waiting just outside the door, whining about how long you're taking. "What do you think?" you ask as you open the stall door and stand before him in the dress you've already grown to love. He pushes you back into stall and against the wall. "Holy fucking shit," he murmurs almost incoherently as his lips attach to your neck, littering the skin there in soft, wet kisses. "What is it?" you whisper, trying to keep your voice level. "You look-you are beyond gorgeous," he replies, his voice a whisper against your skin. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat as he grabs you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushes your dress up slightly and his lips come crashing down on yours. You deepen the already fervent kiss, your hands knotting in his hair. He tugs ever so slightly on your lower lip, eliciting a quiet moan to leak into the kiss. A brisk rap on the door brings the passionate moment to a screeching halt, "Is someone in here?" the voice asks, almost as if they know what you're doing. "W-I'll b-be out in a minute," you reply in a shaky voice. "You are mine when we get home," Calum murmurs in a low, seductive voice as he releases your thighs and slips out of the stall as inconspicuously as possible.
