One Direction Smut

Reunion and a Wedding - a Liam one shot

last one for today c;

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warnings: outdoor sexy time

Charlie sipped absently from her champagne glass and glanced around the room. The three piece band had just begun playing, the lively tune almost drowned out by the thrum of voices. Many of the guests had already found their tables, while others milled around the bar chatting and drinking.

She smoothed her skirt of her black strapless dress and tucked a tendril of auburn hair behind her ear. Her stomach fluttered as she searched for Liam. Her bridesmaid’s duties had kept her busy enough at the church she’d not had time to dwell on him until now. She’d managed to avoid seeing him without really trying.

Now, though, with the bride beaming excitedly and surrounded by a throng of well-wishers, Charlie finally had a moment to herself. She’d never felt so torn before; wanting to see him, yet dreading that final moment when their eyes would meet. She took another sip of champagne, closing her eyes as the bubbles danced across her tongue and tickled her throat.

“There you are.” Charlie flinched, her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. She kept her eyes closed and drew a long breath, fighting the urge to slip off her heels and sprint from the room. Liam stood behind her, far enough away he wasn’t touching her, yet close enough she could still feel the heat from his body. “Are you going to talk to me, Char?”

She swallowed hard, his deep voice still caused her skin to break out in goose-bumps despite the year they’d spent apart. She pressed her lips together and tried to gather her composure. “I’m working up to it.”

He ran his palms over her shoulders, caressing her bare skin with his thumbs. “Turn around and let me look at you.” An involuntary tremor swept through her at the huskiness in his tone. Charlie opened her eyes and reluctantly shrugged off his hands. She felt her breath and turned to face him. “I’ve missed you,” he said. Liam stood a head taller than her. The charcoal colored suit he wore molded to his broad shoulders and the masculine lines of his body. His dark hair was worn longer than she remembered, and slicked back smoothly. His brown eyes were filled with affection, hope.

She’d missed him too. Terribly.

He relieved her of her empty wine glass and deposited it on a tray held by a passing waitress. With nothing left to occupy her hands, Charlie linked her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “When did you get back?” she asked. She glanced around the room, finding more comfort in the chaos surrounding them than Liam’s steady appraisal.

“A couple of hours ago. The plane was delayed. I ended up missing the wedding.”

“Oh.” Her gaze flicked back to him before darting away again. “That’s a shame. It was beautiful.” She chewed the gloss from her lower lip and contemplated working next on the polish coating her nails.

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Charlie cleared her throat. “I suppose you’ll be able to look at the picture soon enough.”

“I don’t care about the photos right now, Char.” Amusement filled his deep voice. He used his knuckle to gently nudge a lock of hair from her cheek. “I prefer looking at you.” Her stomach dipped with pleasure. Charlie closed her eyes and sighed when his hand curved around the back of her neck. She had her hair pinned up in intricate little twists and felt his fingers sweep over her skin. He leaned in and whispered against her ear. “Let me feel your arms around me…please…I want to make things right between us.”

Charlie ignored the warmth spreading through her and clenched her hands into fists at her sides. “We had an argument before you left,” she said. Her voice strained as she stared up at him. “Don’t you remember? You said it was over between us.”