Harry - ”Babe,” he smirked with his voice, “what are you doing?” His hands wrapped your bare waist with fingers slipping around skin he’d stripped last night, pebbling across fine red marks on your back. You fisted the crisp white covers, laughing throatily down into them, “I’m getting out of bed…”
"No, you’re not," he chuckled, roping you back to his chest. He wriggled up, settling you over him. The sloping sun from outside and a Hawaiian sunrise met your eyes into blinking. You turned, leaning up to peck his chin, the lithe line along his jaw, biting down on his earlobe, "you’re mine now," he smiled lazily up to your eyes, arms resting either side of his head, "all mine…"
"I know," you burrowed down to his chest, grinning, "you’re my husband," you murmured there, all muffled and cologne swirling leftover from the night before, hickeys still blossoming along your neck. He knocked your legs to get you to roll over, resting his weight on top of you, circling with the tips of his fingers around all the marks he’d made in your skin. He hummed along them, pecking each burst with his lips, "all mine… my beautiful wife, beautiful wife…”
Liam - ”Hey, you,” he taped his hands around your waist, fiddling under your dressing gown. You shivered a little under his chin resting by your shoulder, the widespread hotel balcony stretching in front of you, “it’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?”
"Yeah," you breathed, relaxing under him holding you, "I love this kind of view. All the lights…"
"No, babe," Liam chuckled, turning you around. You tugged on the loose front of his own dressing gown, matching yours, "I don’t care about that view…" he shook his head down, smiling. He met your eyes, and tucked your chin between his thumb and forefinger, "I was talking about this view,” he smiled, watching you closely. He kissed you sweetly, wrapping you tighter till his hands met at the small of your back, knotting into one. You giggled against his lips, “now that we’re married…” you murmured against the soft skin, “am I going to be expecting any more of those corny lines?”
"Every day, babe," he smiled, breaking the kiss from you, "every day…"
Louis - ”I swear to God, babe,” he chased you around the spacious hotel room at midnight, knocking the lamps and forgetting to listen for the sound of ceramic smashing as he followed your laugher, into the bathroom and then into the bedroom, “you better get your sexy ass back here…” he skidded on the carpet, scuffing feet.
"Or what?" You jumped onto the bed, nudging the covers with your knees, turning around to smile across the room at him, "we’re married now, you know?"
"I know," Louis stopped, enough to smirk. He rubbed the ring on his left hand with a few fingers, "and as my wife," he raised his eyebrows, fighting a smile, "I ask you to come here, please."
"Come and get me," you tipped your head a little, throwing up the covers and giggling out loud, as he hugged your middle and covered your body with his, wrapping you up, lips after your skin, any part of you he could get to. He slipped a hand by the back of your neck and caught your lips, smearing the line with his tongue, chuckling against them. You opened your mouth, moaning a little to his tongue resting against yours, moving playfully, "got you," he opened his eyes to breathe.
Zayn - ”Hey, husband,” you smiled up when he made it to you, shuffling his body down like a deck of cards falling, limbs dropping. He settled his body behind yours in the sand.
"Hey, wife," he started to rub your shoulders, palms sliding lithely around your skin, "how’re you feeling this morning?" You felt a few light kisses along your skin.
"Not too bad," you stretched your arms out in front of you, "limbs are still a little sore, but it was worth it," you smiled over your shoulder, turning just enough to find his lips. He kissed you for a few moments before pulling back, "it was nice," he smiled close by you, keeping his lips from parting when his eyes searched yours. He knotted one hand in your hair, fingers fiddling around the grains of sand you’d set in there from swimming in the ocean ahead of you, waiting for sunrise.
"This is kind of perfect," you smiled ahead again, when he rested his chin on your shoulder and held you, warm skin from a floating breeze against warm skin, "you’re kind of perfect," he added to the end.
"I love you," you smiled, shaking your head down enough. He wrapped you closer, and pecked your shoulder again, "I love you too."
Niall - he rested his elbows either side of your head, the covers slipping where they fell from bare skin on top of you, “babe, I can’t believe we’re really here…” he knocked the tip of his nose against yours, “I can’t believe this is real…”
"I love you, Niall," you murmured up to him, bumping his lips by yours until it became a kiss. He groaned into it, holding one of your cheeks. Roughly hewn fingertips grazed down your skin, brushing up to your hairline.
"Babe," he shook his head, chuckling down to press his forehead to yours, "I love you too… so much, so much…"
You smiled, rolling your hips under his. He pressed himself harder into you, groaning again. You felt it by his throat when you dropped a hand from the nape of his neck, “God…” he grunted, “never get over how this feels…”
"I love you, babe," you gasped a little, shifting under him. He helped your limbs up and squeezed your arms, kissing along your collarbone and down your neck, plucking up skin and sucking.
"I still can’t believe you’re my wife, babe," Niall pressed his forehead to yours again, slipping enough with the sweat, shaky breath when he made it into you further and further, "I love you too…"
