Something Great

Chapter 8

Ava and Ashton fell back on the king-sized mattress with a last gasp of pleasure. They lay there, glowing, experiencing their aftershocks with fits of giggles and laughter.

"Okay, I didn't expect round two to be that good," Ashton giggled, turning his head to look at Ava. If he wasn't so high on dopamine, he might've been able to better formulate an accurate description of how beautiful she looked in that moment. That was the only thing he could come up with. Beautiful.

"What are you saying," Ava joked, hitting Ashton lightly on his arm. Right about where the marks from her fingernails were...

"You keep getting better," he flirted, wiggling closer and pecking her on the cheek.

"I think it might be the other way around." Ava teased. She would've flipped her hair if she wasn't laying on her back.

"Hey!" Ash shouted mockingly offended. He scooped her into his arms and brought her closer. He had this craving for her closeness, and he didn't know if it'd ever leave him. He didn't really care, though; she was the best drug he'd ever taken.

She shrugged her shoulders and laughed as he nudged his nose against her neck.

"Does that mean you're up for round three," he asked huskily, pressing his lips just below her jaw and watching her eyes roll back in her head a little.

"Seriously?" She thought aloud, finding that Ashton was actually ready for a third round. "Already? Damn... I'm initiating a short snack break."

Ava rolled out of his arms and slipped off the bed, waddling over to the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor.

"Who knew you could look sexy when you're walking so awkwardly."

"It's because it's your fault," Ava shot back, bending down to pick up her phone. She heard a grunt from behind her and smirked to herself. "That's why you find it sexy."

Dick game hella strong, she thought before checking her phone.

Ashton came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing himself against her back.

"I don't need a snack," Ashton mumbled seductively. "Unless it's you."

Ava shivered from the memories they made only, what? Forty-five minutes ago.

"Alright," she breathed, biting her lip. "Just... Just let me check my phone first."

She relit the lock screen, being too distracted the first time around to notice a shit ton of missed calls from Ralley. She hit the call back button and tried to focus on the ringing rather than Ashton's lips on her shoulder. Holy hell, was it hard.

"Hello," Ralley chirped, obviously annoyed, when she answered the phone.

Ava almost didn't catch it as Ashton was migrating down her body.

"H-Hey," Ava replied, trying to sound like someone wasn't performing oral sex on her.

"Fuck," she groaned quietly. Ashton's fucking tongue God dammit. She laced her free hand through his soft waves of hair.

"What," Ralley asked. Ava could tell Ralley knew something was up.

"Just, uh, stubbed my toe."

"Uh huh." She wasn't buying it. "Where are you?"

"You dick," Ava mumbled to Ashton, making him laugh against her and sending all kinds of electricity through her body. Then to Ralley, "Chilling at the boys' house.. With Ash."

"Oh my God," Ralley groaned. Ava could almost see her rubbing her forehead.

"Why have you been calling me so much?" Ava bit her lip, trying not to whimper.

"Just thought you might like to know that I have a date tonight."

"Ohhh," Ava moaned.

"Ava? What the fuck are you doing right now?"

"Nothing," She recovered. " I just meant 'Ohh, go have fun.'"

"What the fuck ever," Ralley sassed.

"It's true," Ava lied unconvincingly.

"Sure, it is," Ralley said sarcastically. "Go suck some dick, I'll just get ready on my own."

"Alright," Ava hung up after a dramatic sigh from Ralley. She let her phone fall to the carpet, hoping it wouldn't shatter or anything annoying like that.

"Get on the bed and fuck me right now," she growled at Ashton.

He picked her up and flung her against the rippled sheets. So commenced round three.

-

Ralley stood in front of her open closet doors, staring at her wardrobe hopelessly. She didn't know what the fuck she was doing. She hadn't been on a date since, like, awhile before they even started touring. A year and a half ago, maybe? God, that was pathetic.

Calum had barely told her anything about the date. All she knew was that she should dress however she wanted and wear comfortable shoes. She sighed; she wished Ava was here to help. Ava was always complimented as the most fashionable of the group while Ralley was at the other end of the spectrum, considering anything that wasn't a cotton tee or tank top formal. The stylists were constantly frustrated with her.

Fuck it, Ralley thought. She didn't have time for her usual indecision; she had a date.

She pulled a plain black, long-sleeved skater dress off its hanger, finding it just the right mix of casual and "I care what I look like." She settled on a pair of green and grey snake skin patterned Vans (a Christmas present from Marie) since Calum told her to go for comfort. And they were her "nice outing" shoes. She tossed a skeleton silhouette necklace over her head before doing her makeup. Ava was always bugging her about inadequate accessorizing.

After painting her eyelids with her usual eyeliner-eye shadow-mascara routine and experimenting with a couple swipes of light pink lipstick, she borrowed one of Ava's black clutches and got to the front hall just in time to answer the door.

Calum was leaning up against the outside of the door frame in dark wash jeans and a white button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbow. A grey hoodie was draped over his left forearm; Ralley smirked down at it, knowing that he hadn't brought it for himself. Smooth fucker.

She looked up and met his eyes. They were shining at her, especially brightly tonight, and she couldn't help but echo his enthusiasm. He looked so good. The crisp white contrasting against his caramel skin, the shadowy taunting of his inked collarbone from under the thin fabric, and the silky-looking waves of dark chocolate hair.

Chocolate, caramel. Everything about him was edible.

"Hey," he greeted softly, barely stretching his lips out of a smile to speak. Ralley bit her lip and blushed, staring up at him from under her lashes. Calum started to think that maybe they should've been staying in.

"Hey yourself," Ralley replied. She wanted to push herself up off her toes and kiss him. "You look quite handsome tonight."

Calum chuckled to himself and stood up straight.

"And somehow, you have managed to look even more beautiful than you did five hours ago."

He stepped closer to her, and Ralley prepared herself for the feeling of his lips working their magic on hers. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her upwards into his chest.

"Luke told me about what happened in his car," Calum breathed onto her neck.