#16:You Reveal Your Halloween Costume
Ashton: His tongue flicks out to moisten his lips while alight green eyes frantically roam over your body. You just grin and lean your head to the side. “Do you like it, babe?” Your voice disrupts his surveying just enough so that he’s reminded that his fingers are absolutely aching to slip underneath your short shorts and so he begins to quickly move forward towards you. He grabs you and has a good handful of your bum in his grasp before you can even gasp. He presses his lips against your ear, growling, “When can I take this off you?”
Calum: “I’ve been bad, so I think you should slap those handcuffs on me and take me to jail.” You throw your head back and laugh loudly, a hand going to rest on your pleather clad stomach. Dressed in a rather skimpy cop outfit that seemed to be making the crouch of Calum’s trousers rise, you were ready for the Halloween party that Ashton was throwing, but now your boyfriend seemed content with just looking at you. When he begins to tip forward and slams his wrist together, grinning widely, you simply roll your eyes and head off for some lipstick, his laughing following you.
Michael:The leather outfit is a tad bit uncomfortable-it rides up in certain places and you may or may not be able to breathe properly-but seeing Michael’s face when you’d stepped into the living room was more than worth all the ‘suffering’. His expression is now flashing between shock and hunger as he stumbles towards you. Rather quickly, he snatches you up and begins to head up the stairs you’d just come down from. “We are not going to that party now, love!”
Luke: His beautiful eyes widen as they drink in every inch of your Dorothy-like costume. Of course the costume was adult friendly and you definitely knew that the tight top and short hemline would make those fantasies Luke had about the girl from the movie disappear. He swallows hard while standing and beginning to circle around you, his fingertips tracing a random place every once in a while. When he comes back to the front of your body, he swallows once more and then hooks an arm around your waist in order to haul you against his chest. You giggle as he begins to make work on your neck with his supple lips. “Damn, darlin’,” he huskily mumbles into your skin. “Tryin’ to kill me, are you?”
