No Shame

Twenty-Five

CiCi

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CiCi: my coffee pot is a great listener, and I'm still doing my makeup for literally no reason. #quarantinelife

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It hurts somewhat... the sudden and unexplained distance Calum had put between himself and her over the last couple weeks. He'd left her house late the night of the article, both of them assured it wouldn't cause any changes in their friendship, and that they knew the truth of it. But he'd shut her out suddenly, he didn't respond to her texts or calls, and he'd turned off his read receipts so she didn't know if he'd even seen her texts. Though her gut told her he had looked at them.

Her Instagram post had been almost CiCi like, and she hated that, but she was also hoping he'd see it and take the initiative to come over. She missed him. It was ridiculous and frightening how much she missed him, but she couldn't deny it. It was as obvious as the steam rising from her coffee cup. She was at his mercy, whatever he wanted he could have, so long as she had him.

She was half tempted to drive over to his place, to knock on the door and demand answers. But she also didn't want to come off desperate for him... some of CiCi still lived in her head obviously, keeping her from letting go of the last bit of pride. The part of her that wanted to see him work for her attention a little bit. But maybe if he kept up this silent treatment another three days? Or maybe a week? Then she might be resolved to tuck her tail and find him...

"Lia." She spins on her stool as the front door bursts open, Calum standing in the open space, his tan skin seeming to glow with the brightness of the sunlight behind him.

"Calum?" Her jaw drops, "What the fuck!? You haven't talked to me in weeks!" Her own anger surprises her as she lashes out.

"I know. Fuck." He closes the door, moving across the room to her. "I'm sorry, Lia. I'm so sorry. I got scared."

"Of me?"

"No. Well maybe kind of, I got scared because someone called me out on having feelings for you and I couldn't deny it. Not she's hot and sex is good feelings, deep, soul changing feelings. And I handled it wrong, but it's scary to be attached to someone who could leave me in an instant." He very candidly answers.

Shocked slightly by his confession she reaches out to pull him closer as she sits at the barstool. "I hated it... not knowing why you were angry with me, not having any way to really get you to talk to me. I have deep scary feelings here too, Cal, and you hurt them."

"I know. I'm sorry." He is grinning though, his tongue darting to wet his lips as he pulls her off the stool and into his chest, her head tilting up to keep eye contact as he wraps his arms around her waist.

"Fuck you, Calum Hood." She whispers, her tone not at all angry anymore.

"Not just friends, never just friends." He whispers back, dropping his lips to meet hers. The fireworks that seem to explode in her chest are nearly suffocating. She'd kissed him a thousand times but this was different, this was the kiss at the cliff times ten, this was an agreement, this was both of them, openly and honestly choosing the other.

"Come on." Calum mumbles against her lips, his fingers sparking something within her as he links them through her own, dragging her to the stairs and up to her bedroom.

"Come here." He turns to her after closing the door, resting his large hands around her small face, kissing her deeply again. Moving her backwards towards the bed as he continues to gently tug and suck at her lips, something so genuine yet desperate about the act as he lays her back against her duvet. His hands slowly working under her shirt to lift it over her head as he kisses across her jaw and neck, her soft moans of pleasure filling the room as he decorated her skin in his touch.

"My baby girl, my Lia, mine." He mumbles into her skin, kissing over the mounds of her breasts, fully exposed since she'd forgone a bra thus far in her day.

"Yours. All yours." She agreed, tightening her hands around his small curls as he bites slightly harsher just over her baby girl tattoo, marking her as such. Reaching down she grabs the top of his shirt, tugging at it until he relents and lets her pull it from his body. Sitting forward just enough to press her own lips to his neck, sucking and biting at his collarbone until it's red and irritated.

"Fuck, Lia." He hissed, pushing her back against the pillows with ease, dragging her sweats and underwear down to leave her bare in front of him.

"Please." She whispers as he is knelt over her, lustfully admiring her with dark and sultry eyes.

"Mine." He croaks deeply again as he pops the button of his slacks and pushes them down and away along with his briefs. Lia let's out a small whimper of desire as he springs free, fully erect and ready.

Leaning back over her Calum connects their lips again, swallowing her moan as his fingers slide between her legs, stimulating her clit easily before moving to work her up.

"More. You. Please." She begs in whisper form after he has successfully soaked his fingers within her warm mess.

"Mine." He repeats again, sliding his fingers out and replacing them with his tip pressed against her entrance.

"Yours." She meets his eyes, knowing he wants to hear it, gasping as he so expertly fills her. A grunt of satisfaction slips from his lips as he buries his face into her neck, tugging at her dark hair as he begins to rock into her. Waves of chills and pleasure washing over him as he drives himself forward. There is no animalistic movements today. This is different; this is making love. And despite his inability to admit it to her aloud, he hopes she feels the same difference and he hopes she might be feeling at least somewhat the same about him.

"Cal. Calum." She moans his name out, her hands fisted against his back as he increases his speed slightly, shifting ever so slightly to push deeper, reaching to rub his thumb over her clit as he feels his own stomach start to come unraveled.

"Let go, Lia, let go." He instructs through grunts as his orgasm washes over him and into her, thrusting her through as her high tightens around him. Teasing them both through before collapsing beside her.

Neither of them saying a word, too lost in their own heads as he pulls her into his chest, holding her tightly to himself, more afraid now than when he'd arrived. He would be crushed like broken glass if he lost her.

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