so I wrote this for Shannon in retalliation for killing me last night. twice. based off of the photo and the description below:
Liam stripping off before pushing you down on the bed. Crawling up your body and hovering above you as his lips trail down your chest
you’re welcome, shannon. writing this almost killed me. the feels. omg.
Waiting. If there was one thing in the entire world that she hated more than anything else, it was waiting. It seemed as though for the last eight months, waiting was all she had been doing. Waiting for a call, waiting for a text, waiting for him to have a spare moment to get on Skype and let you know that he was still alive, and most of all, waiting for the day when he got to come home for good. She felt silly, comparing herself to a military wife, but sometimes that’s how she felt. She never knew when she’d hear from him next, though he’d promise to try and call whenever he had a spare minute. Then again, comparing herself to a military wife also made her feel guilty, because unlike military wives, her man was eventually coming home (even if it didn’t seem like he was).
She checked her phone for what was probably the millionth time that hour as she paced around the flat she shared with Liam. This was easier said than done, of course. With Loki constantly at her heels she’d nearly tripped over, nearly stepped on, or nearly kicked him more times than she could count. Her nervousness was so evident that it was rubbing off on the dog, something that made her laugh a little to herself. The route she took as she paced was the same every single time: walk to the window, look outside for a Range Rover that wasn’t there, sigh, go to the kitchen, see if there are any dishes that need doing (there aren’t as she’s done them twice already), check appearance in the bathroom mirror, apologize to Loki for nearly stepping on him because he followed her into the bathroom (again), check her laptop to see if his flight had been delayed (it hadn’t) and if it had landed yet (it had), check her phone, sigh, sit on the couch and try to watch television, repeat.
He should be home by now. She thought, checking her phone once more to see what time it was: 11:30. She stifled a yawn as she sat down on the couch for the final time after deciding to put a movie on, deciding she wasn’t going to worry anymore unless the movie ended and there was still no sign of Liam. Loki jumped onto the couch, curling up at her feet, deciding that if “mommy” was done pacing, so was he.
She fell asleep, and the only reason she woke up was because in his haste to get off the couch, Loki kicked her bare legs. After letting out a small groan of displeasure for being woken up, she was about to whine the dog’s name when she heard a key turn in the lock on the front door. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her phone: 12:15. Sitting up from the couch slowly and stretching, s small smile spread across her face as she listened to Liam greeting their dog. She could hear the sounds of Loki jumping and dancing around Liam, his nails tapping excitedly on the hardwood floor of their foyer.
“Hiya, Loki. Oh, I missed you, yes I did. Did you take good care of your mummy while I was away?”
She walked into the foyer on the tail end of their little conversation; smile still plastered to her face as she leaned against the wall, resting her head on it as she watched the interaction between man and his dog.
“Where’s your mum, Lo, where’s she hiding? Did she go to bed already?”
“Hi.” She said quietly.
When Liam looked up at her, the look on his face could be compared to that of someone who had just seen an angel. His eyes got brighter, his smile got wider, and she’d never seen him stand up so quickly, her eyes scanning his muscles as they moved beneath the Batman t-shirt he was wearing.
“Well hello there.” Liam replied softly, his eyes taking her in, grinning at the fact that she was wearing only one of his t-shirts and a very tiny pair of boyshorts. She rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug. He reciprocated the gesture, holding her as close to him as he could, kissing the top of her head before resting his chin there.
“I missed you so much.” He breathed.
“I missed you more.” She answered.
“I’m sorry I’m home so late. The fans at the airport…it was mad.” Liam apologized, sounding like someone who had just fought in a nasty battle.
She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly. “There was that many? At this hour?”
He nodded before kissing her forehead. “Yeah. Paul scheduled us a late flight in hopes that we’d avoid all that mess, but you know Directioners. They’re nothing if not dedicated.” They both laughed softly at his words, knowing the true meaning behind them. She took a moment to look down at Liam’s feet, giggling a little.
“At least you still have both your shoes this time?” She teased and Liam shook his head.
“Always the optimist.” He replied before tucking a finger under her chin and tilting her face up towards his once more, capturing her lips with his.
She inhaled sharply, the kiss knocking the breath out of her. She had forgotten what it was like to kiss him, to have his warm tongue in her mouth, to have his teeth gently grating against her bottom lip. She could feel the smile forming on his lips as he kissed her, his hands trailing over the fabric of her t-shirt resting on her waist. “God, I missed you.” Liam murmured against her lips before pulling away completely, taking her by the hand and guiding her towards their bedroom.
Once inside, he shut the door quickly so that Loki (who had been following them), couldn’t get in. When their puppy began to whine, she laughed. “Aww, babe, he missed you.”
“Well he can wait just a little bit longer.” Liam replied before pinning her to the door and kissing her lips again.
This kiss was much needier than the first, like the fact that they were finally alone in their bedroom for the first time in eight months had instilled this sense or urgency in Liam as his hand snaked beneath the hem of her t-shirt, only breaking their kiss to pull the t-shirt over her head. A soft moan passed her lips as his hands moved up her body, finding purchase on her breasts for just a moment before sliding around to her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in only her cotton boyshorts. Liam’s lips found her neck, and she tilted her head back into the door and to the side so he could better access her weak spot. His hands found her breasts again, thumbs grazing over her nipples just enough to make her moan again. Her hands ran down his chest, stopping at his beltline, where she began to play with the button, patience wearing thin and they’d only just begun. She got the button undone when Liam took the hint, grabbing hear waist, guiding her and backing her up until the backside of her knees were flush with the mattress.
Her eyes never left him as he broke their kiss, taking a step back so he could remove his Batman t-shirt, tossing it to the floor, a small smirk on his face as he gentle pushed her back onto the mattress. She took the moment to scoot up closer to the headboard as Liam kicked off his shoes, a hungry look in his usually soft brown eyes. She watched as he pushed his jeans down so they were pooling at his feet, her eyes on the obvious tightness hiding beneath the fabric that was left. Finally, the last to go were his briefs, his hard member hitting his stomach when he pulled them down. Stepping out of the pile of clothes at his feet, Liam crawled up their bed, his legs between hers as he kissing her torso, her chest, and finally her neck before whispering, “You are so beautiful.” She grabbed his face, pulling him up to kiss her, moaning softly as he took the moment to grind his body against her, the contact from his member grazing her clit making her wetter than she was already.
One of Liam’s hands slid down her body, going beneath the only piece of fabric left, cupping her for a moment before running a finger over her slick sex. “So wet for me, baby.” He murmured against her lips, and she nodded.
“All for you.” She replied before moaning as he dipped two fingers inside of her, his thumb pressed to her clit as he began to slowly move them in and out. The more he moved, the louder the sounds became, and soon enough she felt the familiar sensation beginning to pool in the pit of her stomach. Breaking their kiss, she looked up at Liam with pleading eyes. “Liam, baby, don’t tease me tonight, I want you inside me when I come and I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” She pleaded.
That was all he needed to hear, and Liam wasted no time moving back down her body to remove her underwear. He kissed back up her body, finding her lips once more, giving them a quick kiss before positioning himself at her entrance and slowly pressing in. A gasp passed both her lips and his as he went deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned once he was all the way in, giving her a moment to adjust.
“Yeah, well, not having sex for eight months will do that to you.” She teased.
“Oh hush. No more talking unless you’re moaning out my name.” Liam commanded. There was no harshness in his tone, but she could still tell that this was not a request. He began to move in and out of her easily and she soon remembered how easy fulfilling this request would be.
“Liam, harder, baby.” She moaned and he obliged, picking up the speed and causing the moans from her to become louder with every thrust.
Soon she felt the sensation began to pool in the pit of her stomach again. “Liam, I’m so close. Oh, God.”
“Me too, babe. I need you to come for me, can you do that?” He asked sweetly as he moved one of his hands down, his thumb resting on her clit, rubbing it in circles as he continued to pound into her. That was the push she needed, and soon she was tightening around him, her orgasm bursting forth like an unstoppable supernova. He followed shortly after, calling out her name as he thrust through the end of his orgasm.
Liam slowed down, and eventually he stopped moving, just laying on top of her, lazily kissing her lips. “I love you so much.”
She smiled, kissing him back one last time. “I love you too.”
Liam rolled off of her, and they lay there in silence for a few minutes catching their breath. Suddenly, out of the silence, they heard a small bark coming from the other side of the door, causing them both to burst out laughing. Liam moved towards her, kissing her lips before standing up off the bed and putting his briefs back on. “You go get read for bed. I’ll let him in.”
She did as she was told, escaping to the bathroom as she heard Liam opening the door to their bedroom. When she returned, Liam was under the covers with Loki curled up into his chest. She crawled into bed, kissing the top of the puppy’s head before leaning over him to kiss her boyfriend. Once she was settled with her head on the pillow, Liam reached over the puppy between them to grab her hand, pulling it towards him and kissing it softly. “Sleep tight, baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
That was all she needed to hear.
WHAT THE HELL!! THAT WAS WAY WORSE THAN WHAT I WROTE! I COME ON AND FIND THIS. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!? WHERE DO I SIGN UP FOR ALL OF THIS? THIS WAS PURE EVIL…..EVIL….But I loved it and love you!