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30. He finds your tattoo

Calum:

It had been quite a while since you and Calum had gone on an actual date. He had been busy with song writing and recording for months, and you just seemed to never have time for a date night. Since you two didn't live together, it was difficult to make time to see each other, especially since you were a student and had a job. You couldn't really complain though. Calum was a sweetheart, and he did his best to make time for you in addition to the band. Lately, you two struggled to find some alone time, since the band was always around. Calum suggested that you two have a date night, since you hadn't had one in quite some time. "Cal, we don't need to go out on a date. Just being with you is enough," you told him, not wanting to make a big fuss. "Nope, Y/N. I'm going to take you out to a fancy restaurant, and we're going to go on a proper date. Don't even think about arguing," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your lips. You snaked your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, so your chests were pressed against each other. When he started to pull away, you mumbled a, "No, don't go," against his lips. He let out a deep chuckle and pulled away anyways. "As much as I'd love to stay here with you, I have to meet the boys at the studio. I'll pick you up for our date at seven?" he asked. You nodded with a slight pout. "Aww come on baby, don't be like that. Tonight will be great. Wear that dress I like?" he asked you, pulling a puppy dog face to compete with your pout. You knew exactly what dress he was talking about. "Hmm, I'm having trouble remembering which dress you're talking about babe," you teased. "Oh come on, Y/N. You know which one," he said and you started walking towards him. "You mean the tight, black dress that hugs me in all the right places, and shows off my legs magnificently? Is that the dress you're talking about?" You pressed your chest against his and you could feel him gulp. "Fuck, Y/N. Yes. That dress. Please wear that dress tonight," he said. You smirked and placed your hands around his neck, lacing your fingers through his hair. "I guess I could wear that one tonight," you said before placing your lips on his and kissing him passionately. He groaned into your mouth and you smirked, knowing that you were turning him on. Suddenly you pulled away and walked towards the bathroom. "Well you don't want to be late to the studio babe. I'll see you at seven?" you said with a smirk still on your lips. Calum narrowed his eyes at you and made three long strides to cross the room and stand in front of you, lips dangerously close. "I know exactly what you're trying to do darling. Don't even think about it," he said in a low voice. "Think about what Cal? I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, feigning innocence. "Now go and get your cute butt to the studio before you're late," you said, walking around him and slapping his ass as you walked by. "You are an evil woman," he said. You turned towards him and smiled. "Yes, but I'm your evil woman. Now seriously, go or you're going to be late," you told him. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Seven o'clock. Be ready in that dress," he said, gathering his things and walking towards the front door. "Goodbye, Calum," you said, opening the door and pushing him outside, then closing it behind him. "I love you!" he yelled through the door, and you opened it again, only to see him still standing on the porch. "I forgot something," he said. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you asked. "This," he said as he pressed his lips onto yours. You smiled into the kiss and he pulled away. "I love you too Calum," you said as he walked to his car. "Can't wait for tonight. Seven o'clock. Black dress," he reminded you again. "Yes, you told me. Get your ass to the studio before you're late," you said, closing your front door. As much as you didn't want to make a big fuss about it, you really were excited for date night. You couldn't remember the last time you and Calum went out, just the two of you. After Calum's car left your driveway, you went upstairs to your bedroom and opened your closet. You found the ever-famous black dress and pulled it off the rack, hanging it up on one of the knobs on your dresser. You pulled out your matching black heels and picked out jewelry to go along with the outfit. You were glad you had the day off of work today, so you could relax before your date, since you were sure you weren't going to be sleeping much that night. You decided to take a nap for a few hours before you had to shower and get ready. When you woke up, you decided to hop in the shower, making sure to shave your legs and use the vanilla scented body wash you knew Calum liked. When you were done, you wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to your bedroom. You picked out matching, black lace, bra and underwear, and put them on. You dried your hair and straightened it, and then you did your makeup. You wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight. 6:30 rolled around pretty quick and you decided it was time to get dressed. You pulled the dress over your legs and zipped it up. You sat down on your bed to put on your black heels, and put on the simple jewelry you had picked out earlier. Walking over to your full length mirror, you smiled at your reflection, feeling absolutely beautiful. You gathered your few belongings you would need for the night and put them in your black clutch purse. By the time you were completely ready to go, it was exactly seven o'clock and Calum was ringing your doorbell. When you opened it, his jaw dropped. "Like what you see, Cal?" you asked, with a smirk on your lips. "Y/N," he breathed out. "You look absolutely stunning baby," he said, stepping through the doorway and wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your lips softly. "You know, I love that dress, but I can't even tell you how much I love my girl in heels. Much less neck strain," he said leaning in to kiss you again. You giggled against his lips, thinking about what the rest of the night would bring. He pulled away and laced his fingers with yours. "Well come on. I do believe we have a date, darling," he said and pulled you out the front door and led you to his car. He opened your door like a true gentleman, and treated you like a princess all night. The restaurant was amazing and dinner was even better. "I'm so glad I got to spend time with you tonight. I missed my girl too much," he said, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. "Back to yours then?" he asked when you stood up to leave. "I've been looking forward to it all day," you said, pressing a kiss to his lips. When you got back to your house, Calum didn't waste any time and attached his lips to yours as soon as the front door was shut. He pressed your back against the wall and kissed you roughly. "Bedroom, Cal," you told him. He detached his lips from yours and scooped you up bridal style, making you laugh. As he carried you up the stairs, you peppered his jawline with kisses. When you made it to the bedroom, Calum placed you gently on the bed before crawling on top of you, attaching his lips to yours once more. His hands were around your waist and yours tangled in his hair. "Mmm, baby. You look so good tonight. I hate to take that magnificent dress off your body," he mumbled in between kisses. You could only hum in response. Calum pulled his lips away from yours and tugged on the hem of your dress. You sat up so he could remove it, pulling it over your head and discarding it on the floor. "Ooo, we're matching today, huh?" he said, looking at your bra and panties. "Just for you, Cal," you said, pulling him close to kiss him again. He trailed his lips down your body, through the valley of your breasts, over your hipbone, and all the way down to your ankles, where your high heeled shoes were still strapped on your feet. He slowly unbuckled and removed one, tossing it to the floor, before he moved onto the next one. However, when he removed the other shoe, he froze and looked up at you. "What?" you asked him, wondering why he stopped. "Since when do you have a tattoo?" he asked. "Oh, since always. It's a white tattoo, so you can't really see it unless you're looking for it," you told him. He traced his fingers along your tattoo, a bare tree with dozens of roots, running down the inside of your ankle and onto your foot. "It's so beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to it. "To remind me where my roots are, a reminder of family," you said. When he heard this, he broke out in a smile. "Even more beautiful," he said. He crawled up your body once again to meet your lips, and you continued on with the night's activities.