“Hey, baby… What are you doing over here? Why aren’t you in my dressing room?” You curl into my side the second I’m close enough, wrapping my arm around your shoulders.

I didn’t even think you’d want to be all up on me like this right now. Not just after a show when I’m, as you’ve said before, all sweaty and gross. But here you are, practically sniffing my armpit.

I laugh to myself at your clingy nature, walking us down the bustling corridors toward my dressing room. But then I feel it… Your tongue darts out against my neck. My feet work faster to get us behind closed doors.

“What are you doing?” I laugh lightly, even though this has quickly turned into no joking matter.

The moment I spot my room, I’m rushing us to it and yanking you inside. Immediately, you’re pressed up against the door. “What’s gotten into you, baby? Hm?” I graze my nose along the side of your neck, letting my breath fan over your skin. I revel in the way it makes goosebumps rise.

There’s only certain times you act this way. Usually, it’s me being the initiator, not that either of us mind. It’s in my nature to take the lead. But one week out of the month, you’re like this. And that thought alone clues me into what exactly does have you acting like this. That and a little math.

Yep. It’s that time of the month.

And, dammit, if it’s not hot.

You grip onto the front of my slightly sweaty t-shirt, holding me against you as my lips travel along your neck. But then you’re pushing me backwards, planting your lips on mine. You push, and push, and push until my calves hit the small couch and buckle under me. I land harshly on the leather, and you don’t take any time in following in suit. Your lips on my neck, your hands all over; I’m in bliss.

You’re wasting no time, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I’m surprised you didn’t just rip it down the middle like a madman.

“Seeing me on stage made you like this, baby? Is that it? Tell me… What made you this…feral?”

You don’t respond, too occupied with dragging your ministrations. As soon as you graze grows exploratory, it’s my turn to be loud. My body instinctively moves against you, and we both sigh. I can feel your smile against my neck.

Your hand grazes over my problem, eliciting the most pathetic sound out of my mouth. My head falls forward, landing on your chest. And you laugh! You truly know your power over me right now.

When you start getting yourself ready for this, I’m just about sure I’m dead. This must be heaven. I’m already dazed, not even reacting as you get me ready too. In fact, I don’t even snap back in until I feel you. Then I’m feeling everything tenfold.

My head falls back against the couch as a long groan leaves my lips. My hands land on your hips to help, not completely able to give up control.

But, just then, my dressing room door gets thrown open. “Hey, mate, we’re all— AHHHHH!”

“No! Shit—!” I immediately grab my discarded shirt and use it to shield you. “Niall! Get the hell out!” I yell, but it’s hard to be heard over all his screaming.