Calum: A deep brown gaze has been on you the entire night. No, I'm not even kidding and no, he didn't even try to dissimulate it. He has been staring at you shamelessly, leaving it clear for you that his eyes are attentive to every single part of your body, to every single curve. He's not even interested in the party or in the drinks, he just want to take you to your shared flat to strip you out and make you know how good you look in that fucking black dress. And you're sharing gazes with him, not in the way he'd want to, but in a manner to tell him that he need /need/ to stop checking you out because now the boys have noticed it and Michael's teasing the hell out of you and you'll tinged his pale face, in a red as brighter as his hair, with a slap if he doesn't shut up. But, of course, Calum gives a shit about it; he won't forbid himself to look at his girlfriend looking absolutely stunning. So to shut Michael up, he's walking in his direction to exchange a few words and childish threats such as I'll kidnap Daniel again if you don't shut your mouth or sort, until the red haired guy agrees and Calum's able to walk towards you and clasp his arms around your waistline, leaving a soft peck at the back of your ear. "I love that dress," he whispers "But it'll look much better on the floor".
Michael:
You make your way to the kitchen in seek for some cereal or maybe ice cream, whatever is in your fridge that could get your self entertained while Michael's playing this awful game he's got obsessed with. The thing is, you were merely wearing one of Michael's bands shirts as your sleepwear, so his gaze is easily attract to yourself and off the television. His green eyes go all the way down your body, admiring every single inch of skin as if you were some kind of masterpiece or guitar, and he's quickly shaking his head to get his mind clear and be able to kill those damn zombies he's having trouble with. But you pass by again, this time wanting some water or tea, and once again his eyes fly to your figure. The only difference is that this time you notice it and you take advantage of the situation by walking by again and again, /and again/ until he can't take it any longer and his hands are throwing away the controls before grabbing your waist firmly, pulling your body close to his and on his legs. And his face is finding a place in the crook of your neck; placing soft butterfly kisses on your skin, making you giggle. "Do I have to do this every time you get obsessed with a videogame, Clifford?" "Maybe"
