Louis: Something warm and soft woke Louis up way before he was planning. He groaned, turning to the source of the wake-up call. Your cheek was nestled into his shoulder, and once he had moved, so did you. Your oblivious lips fell upon his neck. The breaths from your mouth cascaded down his tan skin, causing goose bumps and a desire that burned deep in his core. "Such a damn tease," he mumbled, waking you up with a harsh kiss. "Even when you're sleeping."
Harry: Humming quietly, Harry finished brushing his teeth and walked into your shared bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping figure. It was such a comfort to come home to you, to be able to finally relax and get a good night's sleep away from the paps... At least, that's what he was telling himself until you flipped on your side. For a moment your boyfriend could only stand there, staring. Your tank top was slipping at the straps, showing off skin and cleavage and all the wonderful things that could make any guy fall to his knees. "Babe," he whispered huskily when he came to his senses. It wasn't going to be a good night's rest, for either of you, but for once Harry wasn't complaining.
Niall: "What, Ni? I was sleeping, in case you didn't notice." He shook his head, pulling you to him, blue eyes dark with lust. "Oh, I noticed," he grumbled. The thought of the way you had stretched, shirt rising to show the long expanse of your gorgeous body, made him shiver in anticipation. "And, if case you didn't notice, I don't think you're going to be sleeping for a while." He fit his large hands against your bare waist, cutting off your protest with a passionate lip lock that sent your fuzzy mind reeling.
Zayn: He tugged off his shirt and slid under the covers beside you. Your even breaths told him you were already in dreamland, so with a gentle kiss on the cheek, Zayn willed himself to join you. "Mm," you mumbled. Unconsciously you shifted closer. Your hand brushed against his groin, and with a tiny sigh you fit your head in his chest. He swallowed. "Y/N?" You continued in your slumber. "Y/N," he said, louder this time. Fluttering your eyes open sleepily, you responded with a quiet, "Hmm?" He nodded to your hand, still in its position. You laughed and winked cheekily. "Is something wrong?"
Liam: 'Let her sleep. She needs it,' he ordered himself mentally, sitting on his hands so he couldn't grab you then and there. You had moved your arms so your breasts pushed up, the shear nightgown not doing anything to help the situation. He bit his lip. You were doing it again, except now you were mumbling his name slightly as you slept. 'Well, who am I to not bring her dreams to life?' Finally letting go, Liam nipped at your collar and made his way all over your skin, giving you a very pleasant new alarm system
