Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

We arrive at the hotel and check it, swing by the bar and get a drink or two, then head to the room. We are both tired. He has traveled quite a few times zones with little to no rest on the plane. He stands next to the bed and falls on it. I walk over to him and take his shoes and socks off, undo his belt and pants, then pull them off. I unzip my dress and pull it off so I can move freely, and straddle him, unbuttoning his shirt. He sits up so I can pull it off along with his undershirt. He lays back down.
"You going to miss me?"
"Of course, why would you even ask that?"
"Just making sure. Going to miss anything else?"
"Nope, cant think of aything else" I say smiling at him."
"Well, I'm going to miss these," he says as he cups my breasts in his hands, almost too rough. "and this" as he slides his hand under me.
"Well, I might miss this some." I say as I rock my hips on him."just some though" I say as he flips me over to my back.
He goes onto all fours over me, his face inches from mine, "I do know I'll miss those lips." I say raising up to kiss him.
He raises up and gets off the bed, looking through his pants and pulls out 'his' phone. He climbs back over on me and sits back on his knees, fiddling with his phone. He leans back a little and takes a picture.
"No!" I try to grab the phone but he keeps it from me
"No one will see it"
"Yeah, how many times have people said that only to find their photos all over the internet."
"It wont. No one else will see it."
Famous last words, I know someone will see these. My parents will die, I will loose my job.
He throws the phone onto a pillow and goes to all fours again.
"Want some pics of me?"
"Now thats and idea, I can sell yours." I say laughing. "We could put some rumors to rest"
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny"
I wrap my legs around his torso and pull my hips up to him. He pushes me down with his hips and enters me. He's slow and easy. Love making is an art. It's wonderful, all right or horrible. Liam is the professor. Every stroke, thrust, lingering movement, a masterpiece. You never want to move on, just stay there and dwell on it. I feel every inch of him in me, hes making sure I remember him til our next time. I've never forgotten the first. As he gets close to the end, his mouth is at my collar bone breathing in then out hot air. My hands are on his back, I come, pulling my nails across his back, my breath catching as I try to breathe it all in. He comes more as a growl, and stays there catching his breath.
He climbs over me and lays next to me on his side supported by his elbow. He bends over and kisses my shoulder, and lingers there moving his lips on me.
We get up and take a shower together then get ready for bed. We lay in the bed, in the dark, talking about the tour. He's excited, yet knows the hardships it brings. They have rehearsals for the next two weeks, so it is doubtfull we will see each other before they leave. We talk about him possibly departing from Nashville and going, Harry will probably leave from LA, whats the difference? If it means I just get to see him before he leaves, I'll do it. My mood is getting somber and he sees it in my eyes.
"You will wait for me ?"
I almost cant beleieve he just asked me that. "Of course, and you?"
"Yes, you know I will."
As we lay there, I draw on his chest different words. He finally catches on.
"Start over" so I start over writing the lyrics to You and I. It takes him a minute but he guesses it. "Ok, another one but not one our songs" I start a new one. He's stumped.
"I got you! Crazy Bitch, Buck Cherry".
He pulls me back down and puts me in a choke hold, releasing me as soon as I put my leg over on him getting comfortable to go to sleep.
I'm going to miss this. This. Laying here on him, breathing him in. His arm around me, his fingers occasionally tapping a beat. The rise and fall of his chest. Looking up to his arm and seeing his tattoos above me. How I see the little boy in his face as he sleeps.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm going to miss all this"
"Me too Love, me too"
We lay in silence as we drift off to sleep.

The flight home was uneventful. We had the jet to ourselves. I snuggled up next to him, while he messed with a new music program on his computer.
"I'll put this away if you like"
"No, I like watching you." he kisses my forehead and continues.
We touch down and my car pullls up. Before we depart the plane he pulls me in for a deep kiss. I don't want to leave and by the urgency of the kiss, he doesnt want to either.
He walks me to the car.
"I'll call you when I land and see if we can figure a way to see each other before I go. I love you"
He doesnt say it much, but I know he does, so when he does say it, it comes from his heart. We hold onto each other, knowing we have to let go. He lets me go, I get in the car. He hits the top of the car twice, letting the driver know and we pull away.
I break down into sobs.

Notes

Gotta love Crazy Bitch. One those songs you roll the windows down and turn it up.

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