"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

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SMOOT SMOOT

  Calum groaned, walking up to Annie slowly, admiring what she was wearing. She wore a loose black shirt with no pants, and everytime she moved her arms it rode up, showing her black underwear. "How am I supposed to contain myself around you when you wear things like that?"

  His expression was flirty, seductive. Annie looked at him sweetly, batting her lashes delicately. "You know, I've been reading up on feminism, and I think that you should be able to control yourself just fine."

  Calum laughed breathily, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer slowly, rocking the both of them side to side gently. Annie's eyes fluttered to look at his lips, so close she could close the distance easily.

  "The notion that you can't control yourself around me when I have more skin exposed then normal is offensive on both of our regards," Annie whispered, biting her lip and looking back at Calum's mouth. She wanted to prove a point, but really, she wanted him. Annie waited for his to say something. "It's in your best interest to say something," she advised.

  Calum was smiling, not a stupid 'smile until she kisses me' or 'I don't know what you mean so I'm just going to smile', but a proud sort of smile. "And people ask why I love you."

  Annie felt her cheeks heat up. "Do you want to rephrase it then? Because obviously, you can control yourself in front of me, so the idea that you can't is just plain untrue."

  He smirked, leaning forwards so they were almost kissing, but stopping halfway there. "Actually, it's true," he whispered, barely loud enough to hear. "Because I can't control myself around you. It drives me nuts, being around the boys when you're there. All I want to do is kiss you... and something else."

  Annie exhaled a laughter. "Classy as always, Hood."

  He wrapped his arms more firmly around her waist, before jerking her forwards. Annie made a little noise of surprise as she bumped into his chest. Calum leaned in slowly to kiss Annie, but she turned her head to the side so he kissed her cheek. "So gentlemen like," she mused. "And they say chivalry is dead." Annie pushed out of his grip, smiling at the knowledge of how much she was teasing him. She strolled around the kitchen, musing "People say that there's a difference between lust and love. Do you think so?"

  Calum watched her, smiling slyly. "I feel like you're trying to tell me something."

  "No, just curious. If a random girl off the streets were to be in here, wearing the same thing I'm wearing, would you act the same way?" Her was curious, but when Calum looked into her eyes it was plain to see what she really meant.

  Calum walked back up to her, and Annie didn't move away. "I lust after you because I love you," he said, his voice husky. "I respect you too much as an individual to degrade you by saying that all I'm attracted to is your body."

  Annie blinked, not expecting that. "You're not supposed to be smart," she said, not looking for a response. "Last I checked, your a high school drop out."

  "Last I checked, so are you," he mused, stepping closer again. Annie took a step forwards to, so their chests almost bumped.

  Annie played with the hem of her loose shirt. "So you like this on me? You think it makes me look... good?"

  Calum chuckled, putting his hands on either side of her waist once more. Annie put her hands on his shoulders, so they were almost slow dancing, the hem of her shirt raising with her arms above her hips. "I think that you always look good," he murmered. "But right now, it's even harder to ignore."