One Direction Preferences

Red Light Kisses

Red Light Kisses - I've been thinking lots about your mouth.

Niall: "I am so bored," you complained, rolling your head back into the headrest. Niall chuckled, his left hand on the steering wheel and his other bringing his coffee to his lips. His bright blue eyes were hidden by his Ray Bans and he grinned over at you. "You wanted to road trip with me," he said lightly. It was a long drive from LA to New York, but he wanted some time with just you. It was a lot of driving and a lot of motels, but Niall was having the time of his life exploring the U.S. with you. A few days with his best girl were exactly what he needed to cure his pre-tour blues. Niall always got into a funk when he knew he had to leave you, but this time he was determined to have fun before he left. You were having fun too, ten hours in the car was just a lot. "I know, I’m happy I did I’m just…everything looks the same!" You exclaimed. He laughed again, that loud obnoxious one that always made you laugh too. "let’s play a game then," he suggested, flicking on his left turn signal. He turned onto a smaller road, littered with stores, malls, hotels and restaurants. As far as you could see there was traffic and you groaned. You’d never get to New York. "What game?" Anything to pass the time would be welcomed. "It’s called Red Light," there was something about the set of his jaw and the way his lips were twitching into a grin that made you nervous. "What is that?" He laughed as he came to a red light. "I’ll show you." He leaned over the console, a laugh still playing along his lips as he pressed his mouth to yours. You gasped, latching onto his forearm as he nibbled your lower lip. "That’s the red light game." You laughed breathlessly, the image of Niall laughing into the kiss forever in your mind. Bright, happy blue eyes, perfect pink lips pulled into a grin. The soft caress of his breath on your cheeks. It was everything. "Quick," you laughed, "Make sure you catch that red light." Niall grinned and laced his hand with yours. "Why haven’t we done this the last ten hours?" You laughed and kissed him again, just as the light turned red.

Liam: "Do you need me to drive a while?" Liam asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You shook your head, stifling your own yawn.  "No, I’m okay. Are you all out of questions?" you asked, shooting a quick glance over at him. He looked adorably ruffled in his sweats and beanie, his scruff more prominent along his impressive jaw.  "Sort of," you’d been playing twenty questions for the last two hours and you still had three hours to go in your road trip up north to see your family. "Now what do we do?" It was late, a little after midnight and the roads were basically empty.  "Sleep," Liam whispered as he shut his eyes. You gave his leg a smack and he chuckled. "You’re my copilot, you can’t sleep on me. It’s your job to make sure I stay awake." Even in the darkness, you could see the way his eyes glittered wickedly. "I can keep you awake, definitely." He rasped, his hand sliding down your thigh. Immediately, your body responded, your cheeks flushing from his touch. "Red light," you whispered, leaning over the console and capturing his mouth with yours. The road was empty, so Liam pulled your further across, his mouth moving hungrily over yours. "Green light," you murmured, pulling yourself away. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He wouldn’t survive this game. His hand kept rubbing small circles on your thigh as he looked at you, his lips close to your skin. If you took one breath, his lips would be on your skin. You drove a while further, your grip painful on the wheel as Liam nibbled your ear. Blessedly, you hit a red light. His hands wasted no time sliding under your shirt and his mouth latched onto your neck. What started as a simple game was turning in to something else entirely. "Pull over," he demanded, his breath coming in gasps. You found the shoulder and turned off the car and scrambled into his lap. He always did make you do the craziest things, you realized as he pulled your shirt over your head.

 Harry: "Oh baby you, you got what I need," you and Harry sang at the top of your lungs. The golden summer sunshine was blaring through the windows and you smiled, letting the warmth wash over your skin. The windows were down, your hair whipping wildly over your face but you didn’t care about the knots or the tangled mess it would look like. Harry was laughing along with you, his bright eyes covered by black lenses. He could see his reflection in your sunglasses and he was blown away by how happy he looked. You were road tripping up the coast, seeing how many beaches you could hit in two weeks. You were four days into your vacation and you’d hit only three so far. Road tripping with Harry was the best. He was playful, adventurous and up for anything. And it was even better to have your best friend by your side as you made the trip of a lifetime. "Quick, give me a twizzler," he shouted over the radio. You handed him a few and he took a bite, his jaw working back and forth. He might have been your best friend, but damn he was distracting sometimes. "Red light, Harry!" You laughed as he almost ran it. He was too distracted by your bare legs on the dash. "C’mere, I want to play a game," you leaned forward in earnest and his giant hand captured your cheek as he pressed his soft lips t yours. He tasted like twizzlers, it was an intoxicating taste. "What was that for?" You blushed, your hands on your lips. He grinned, his dimple flashing on his cheek. "It’s the red light game and honestly," he said shooting you a look from under his glasses, "I’m trying to find an excuse to kiss you as much as I can." You blushed again and his hand rubbed along your knee. "So what do you say, babe?" He asked in his husky voice. "Do you want to play?" You slid your hand up along his thigh and his jaw strained, his hands white knuckled against the wheel. "Yeah babe," you answered back, your fingers rubbing him through his jeans. "I want to play." He grinned, he was on the vacation of a lifetime with his dream girl. Game on.

Zayn: He made you crazy. In every way imaginable. And you knew you made him crazy too, it just never seemed to be in the same way. You were wrapped around him on the back of his bike, your hand a resting on his stomach. The sky was dark and bright with stars as you tipped your head back to look. Zayn was driving back to Bradford tonight. It wasn’t a far drive, a little under two hours but he wanted to show his mum his new toy. So you clambered on even though your heart was racing and Zayn took off, the ind carrying his joyful laugh back to you. He was so sexy on his bike and in his head to toe black. You were uncomfortable on the bike, the tumbling for the engine turning you on as it vibrated against you. He cruised to a stop light and grinned over his shoulder at you. “It’s great, yeah?” Instead of answering, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He bit your lower lip, his one hand covering the two of yours on his tummy. “Red light kisses,” you whispered as you lulled away. He grinned me kicked off again, sending you flying. You were too worked up though, so your mouth ran over his black t-shirt and up into his neck. You could feel him tense up under your mouth but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed him. The fresh air combined with the smell of his cologne and a freshly smoked cigarette washed over you. It was a comforting smell because it was Zayn and it encompassed who he was. Touch, strong, manly but underneath all that bad boy exterior was his sweet, tender heart. He hit another red light and his hands ran up your calves and hooked under your knee. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said twisting in his seat to tangle his hands through your hair. You groaned as he nipped the underside of your jaw. “Oh, I can finish,” you said back huskily. He looked at you for a long moment and changed lanes, taking the road to the left. He drove for. Few more minutes and pulled over by a field. He grabbed your hand and the blanket he kept strapped to the back and pulled you down to the field. He kissed you, his mouth moving hotly as he laid you down under the stars. “Making me crazy, baby,” he said moving over top of you. “Watch out for me now,” with that he slid inside you. Under the stars, the moon and in the fresh air, Zayn showed you again how crazy he could make you and he never intended to stop.

Louis: "Louis, you’re driving five miles an hour." You said in exasperation. He kept the same mischievous smile on his face but didn’t speed up. "What are you doing?" Lucky there wasn’t a car behind you, not that it would have mattered much to Louis. He would still have driven just as slow. He was having a very enjoyable drive and no one would mess that up. You looked gorgeous in the seat next to him, tight jeans and a pretty blue sweater. You weren’t even touching him and he was aching for you. He’d never felt this way about anyone. He was crazy about you in every way. He didn’t know how he got so lucky. "Babe, what game are we playing?" He asked, his blue eyes moving to your face. You pursed your lips and tried not to smirk at him but failed. "Red light kisses," you said rolling your eyes up to heaven. He laughed low in his throat and look your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. "And what’s the point of the game, darlin’?" He pressed your fingers to his lips and pressed his lips to them a few times. "To kiss at every red light." He nodded, his lips still on your skin. If he had to drive 5 miles and hour the whole way through Doncaster to kiss you at every light, he would. He loved your mouth, was border line obsessed with it. "Exactly! Aha!" He yelled in triumph as the light turned yellow. He stopped anyway, pulling you by your linked hands towards his mouth. Gently, he teased your lips with his leaving soft, gentle pecks along your mouth. The car behind him blared their horn. The light had turned green and Louis didn’t even realize. "You’re too distracting," he sighed, moving through the intersection. You grinned, hand running down his chest. "If you want a distraction," you purred, hands sliding under his jeans, "I’ll give you one." When your head disappeared and your mouth ran over his tummy, Louis gasped shifting in his seat. When your mouth closed over him he cursed. "Fuck babe," you smiled around him and set to work determined to make him fall apart before you reached his Nan’s.