Liam: The credits to Love Actually began to roll up the screen, as Liam kissed you lightly on top of the head and you began slowly unraveling yourself from him. Picking up the remote he turned off the Television before dropping it to the floor and grabbing onto you; wrapping his strong arms around you, stopping you from getting up. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before kissing your head again. “And sexy,” he continued burying his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there. An appreciative smile spread across your face, he was always so sweet to you. “You’re perfect,” you told him with a content sigh and you felt him smile against your skin before he lifted his head to kiss you, placing his hands on your hips, moving them to your waist lifting up your shirt. You helped him take it off along with everything else, moving slowly, delicately taking the time to take in every motion, every touch and exactly how it all felt. Clothes were tossed carelessly across the room as his hands roamed your body caressing you; your lips fluttered across his skin while you straddled him. Wrapping his arms firmly around you he rolled to take over the dominate position. You gasped loudly before all the air was pushed from your lungs your back hitting the hard floor as the two of you rolled off the couch and Liam’s full weight came crashing down on top of you. Quickly rushing off you, he lifted you clinging to you attentively terrified that he had seriously hurt you. “Oh, baby I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” he apologized placing a kiss to your face between each word. “Are you alright,” he rushed out, worried because you had yet to speak. You couldn’t help but giggle at how worried he sounded, loving how sweet and sensitive he was when it came to you. “It hurts,” you pouted reaching for the back of your shoulders. “Maybe you should kiss it better,” you suggested, hoping to salvage the mood.
Harry: His large hands were all over you the second he walked through the door, having missed you while on tour. “I want to kiss you,” he whispered in your ear, as he walked you toward the couch. “Here,” he mumbled placing a kiss on your lips. “And here,” he continued kissing just below your ear; before, stopping to take off your dress, letting it pool around your feet. You unbuttoned his shirt and quickly rid him of it. “Oh and here,” he said smiling at you before placing his lips to your collarbone, grazing his teeth across it. You let out a giggle at how cheeky he was being. Kicking off his shoes he backed you against the arm of the couch a little too hard causing your knees to buckle and you to fall backward. Latching on to him you pulled him with you, falling back onto the soft cushions. Harry had no time to brace himself and fell on top of you his head hitting against yours. “Owww,” you whined holding your head in your hands but even the slight pain couldn’t stop you from laughing. Harry pulled you into his chest cradling you, laughing into your hair. “That, I did not want to do,” he joked.
