Behind the Mic (Liam Payne fanfic)

Chapter Nine

     As the driver drove back to the stadium, Liam and I's conversation was light and flirty, but I felt a sense of impending doom. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because I'm a realist and I know this can't last past however long they'll be in Los Angeles. Maybe I wasn't sure if this was a one time, nice to meet you, thank you for being a fan kind of thing or if he was planning to see me again. The driver pulled into the back of the venue, and parked, then opened the door for me. I climbed out to be met by Liam's hand offering assistance out of the car. What a fucking gentleman. I was so attracted to his manners. He smiled brightly at me and held my hand back into the venue. He lead me backstage to his dressing room, closing the door behind us, and I was curious as to how this would end. Would he hug me? Would we part ways and pretend this never happened? Would he--oh my God, I was shaking at the thought--would he kiss me? If he thought this was a first date, would he be attracted enough to me to kiss me? Would he--

     "Rose? Did you hear what I asked you?" Liam squeezed my hand, his heavy British accent catching my attention and stopping my thoughts.

     "No, I'm sorry," I laughed lightly. "I was lost in my thoughts."

      "I could tell," but he said it nicely. Not a mean bone in this man's fit body. "I asked what you wanted to do now, since we have a few hours before I'm called, and before you have to go back to work." He wanted to continue this?!

      "I dunno, whatever you want to do?" I responded. He looked at me with a glint in his eye and a smirk. I regretted saying that for a split second then remembered this was Liam Payne and I would let him do anything he wanted.

     "Whatever I want to do?" He repeated my words, pulling me closer to him. I felt his breath on my face, we were that close.

      "Yeah." I breathed out, almost at a loss for words.

      "Do you know what I want to do, Rose?" I shook my head. "I'd like to kiss you."

      "Do it." I replied. He cradled my face in his hand, placing the other on my lower back and closing the space between us. I wrapped my hands around his neck, craning up to meet him. He hovered over me for a second before pressing his lips against mine. His lips were so soft compared to his stubble poking me. I felt the muscles in his neck and shoulders tense as he leaned forward and into me. His hand placed on my lower back snaked around and pulled me completely into him, not an inch of space between us. His hand rested on the small of my back and I arched by spine when he touched me there. Our lips fell into a rhythm, his other hand snaked around my cheek to my neck and his thumb rubbed past my earlobe and I shuddered. He pulled away.

      "You okay?" He asked, concern in his voice and his eyes.

      "Yeah," I said, out of breath. "I guess that's... a... sweet spot."

      "You guess? You didn't know?" I shook my head.

      "My ex and I never really did much, and I was never really into it. Besides him, my kissing expertise were minimal to none." I explained.

      "Well, let's find what else you respond well to." Before I could ask what he meant, or why he didn't question me further about my lack of kissing and partners, he grabbed me by the sides, swung me around and pinned me to the wall behind him. He held down my shoulders and kissed me again, first on the lips, then down the jawline to the neck. As he kissed me all over, his hands slid down my shoulders, down my arms, he grabbed my hands and placed them on his neck like I had them before, and put one hand on the small of my back again, and the other hand in the back pocket of my black jeans. I gasped against his lips as he grabbed my ass with his large hand-- holy shit, his hands were so large. He was consuming me, engulfing me, I was completely covered in Liam Payne. And we were just kissing. I felt a fire in my gut rise and swell as we kissed and groped, wanting more, wanting nothing but him, this absolute gorgeous human being.