Captivate (verb): attract and hold the interest and attention of; charm.

THEN

Montana

I fidget with the nude dress, pulling the stretchy material up my body. When you're a female who lives alone, you learn how to zip up your own dresses and clasp your own jewellery. My way of zipping up my dress—quite ungracefully too might I add, consists of me jumping up and down on the spot whilst tugging upwards at the zip and letting gravity do the rest. There's some physics to it I'm sure.

This day hasn't been that great so far. I just witnessed my best friend, Sierra, get humiliated in front of an entirely new tour crew by the lead singer of Five Seconds of Summer because he seems to have some agenda against her, prick. I would stay mad about it if I didn't have a date with the bassist of Five Seconds of Summer. It wasn't even summer and it was consuming my life and my vagina, stupid pun intended.

Being hired as their makeup artists was a sweet gig, falling for one in a matter of a few weeks felt even sweeter to my great discomfort. I didn't know why I agreed to this date in the first place because I had been determined to live out my boycott for at least a year. But saying no would make it hard for all of us seeing as we are going to be on tour together for a good six months straight.

...and well, I really did like Calum. 

The door bell rings through my apartment while I'm slipping into my heels and I lunge for my purse and coat, rushing out of the room and checking my hair in the mirror hung up on the wall next to the front door.

I lay my hand on the handle and a rush of excitement takes me over. I swing open the door to stop myself from squealing like a school girl. Calum stands there looking out-worldly handsome in a white shirt and a simple thin black tie and a leather jacket. His hair is styled, the dyed blonde streaks in his dark hair pushed back from his forehead. I nearly close the door in his face again but refrain as he takes a step forward, his lips parted and his eyes roaming down my body.

"Hi." I manage and his eyes come up to my face. 

"Hi," he blinks, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he hands me a single rose. "Um...this is for you." He gulps and I forget how to breathe. 

"Thanks." I take a step forward and lay my hands on his broad chest, gliding them up to his shoulders and behind his neck. He closes the rest of the space between us agonizingly slow, his hand coming up to caress my cheek. 

"You look beautiful." Calum murmurs under his breath, his dark brown eyes roaming my face like he wished to consume me with his eyes alone.

"Thank you, so do you," I say and he laughs. 

"Just beautiful?" he raises an eyebrow playfully as his free hand runs up the side of my body. I feel his traces through the material of my dress and his lips find mine, a jigsaw fitting into place. The relief you feel after completing a two thousand piece jigsaw is exactly how kissing feels, it's liberating.

I've kissed a couple of boys in my years but somehow, kissing Calum is more satisfying than all my favourite things in the world put together, it's captivating to a point where I'm afraid I'd never find my way back from the feeling of him against me.

The sensation starts from the pit of my stomach and stems into my heart and then my attention span just can't deal enough to figure out where it goes next as I pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket.

Calum moans into my mouth, wrapping my leg around his waist. I'm about to tell him that we should stay in after all when one of the doors in the corridor shuts loudly like God is tired of watching porn and we pull apart instantly, breathing heavily as the spell breaks like a bubble.

"We should go..." Calum lets out a heavy breath, squeezing my hips and pecking me on the lips once more before he quickly steps out the door again. He's red in the face, just as flustered as I am and I nod vigorously, clearing my throat and grabbing my keys from where it's hanging on the wall from a hook.

I take a moment to gather myself and take some deep breaths whilst pretending to get the door locked. You got this. 

There is a car waiting for us when we step out of the lobby and into the night and he opens the door for me with a grin, getting in after me. I've known Calum for about two weeks now and I've discovered that we can talk about almost anything but ourselves.

"I hope you like Italian." He starts, taking my hand in his.

I shrug, warm and content in his presence. "As long as I can digest it."

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The car pulls up at a fancy restaurant and we are immediately seated in a room with just a few other tables. There's soothing music playing through the restaurant, almost in sync with the murmurs of the rich people of the upper east side making polite conversation amongst each other.

"My favourite on the album was definitely San Francisco," I tell him while the waiter fills our glasses with champagne. He had wanted to know if I had heard their album and I'm too embarrassed to admit I know every word to every song. 

Ordering our food becomes a bit of a struggle because of the menu being in Italian but we manage, chuckling at the odd names.  Calum is pretty reserved and at one point during the night, I come to the conclusion that it's not natural for him, he has taught himself to keep quiet. A defence mechanism. I keep this observation to myself.

After dinner, we go for a walk down to a gelato store. Walking down the streets, however, doesn't turn out too well as a group of fans spot Calum right away and the small crowd turns into a full force mob in the matter of a few minutes and we are shuffled into a black limo by his bodyguard without getting our gelato.

"Did you have fun tonight?" He asks a few minutes later after the car pulls away and the tension in the atmosphere has eased. 

"I had a lovely time, thank you." My heart full, I touch his wrist. When I go to take my hand away; he puts his other hand on top of mine, raising it to his lips and kissing my knuckles one at a time. He lays soft kisses on my wrist and moves to my shoulder and up my neck. The familiar twist of pleasure deep in my belly that only seems to be associated with him, makes me heady all over again and I tug off the tie that is already loosened around his neck.

Calum puckers his lips against the sensitive skin just under my jawline and I feel every wrinkle of his lips against my skin and a weakly restrained gasp leaves my parted lips. 

He pulls his mouth away with a chuckle and my fingers tangle in his hair. "There are other people in the car." He murmurs and I obviously couldn't give more of a fuck because my hand wanders down his stomach and pauses at his crotch, grazing my hand over him ever so lightly.

In the dim lighting of the backseat of the limo, all his teasing drains out and his eyes focus on mine, filling to the brim with need. He reaches forward and makes quick work of shutting the window between the driver and us. He shrugs off my coat and pulls me onto his lap effortlessly so that I'm straddling him, my dress riding up and bunching at my hips.

"You're driving me insane." He admits breathlessly and our lips are on a collision course once again, our limbs fighting to feel everything at the same time.

Calum's hands run up my bare legs and up to my ass, he squeezes it, snapping at the strings of my thong against my skin. "Oh." I groan into his lips, moving closer to him. 

"Montana." He kisses me, touches me, consumes me and it's all right, all right as I spiral into him.

We barely make it up to my apartment, Calum yelling a half-assed thank you to his body guard, and me pushing him down onto the bed as soon as we make it in through the door. I climb on top of him and tease him but he gets agitated and sits up abruptly, pulling me into him so that our chests are pressed together.

"I'm going to make love to you, is that alright?" He stares at me under his long lashes, his smooth jaw clenching.

"This isn't Fifty Shades of Grey, get on with it, Hood." I retort breathlessly and he laughs. Even his laugh was incredible to me. Calum pulls down the zipper of my dress and I pull it over my head, throwing it onto the floor. My bra is the only piece of clothing on me as he snapped off my thong on the long journey to my bed and I sit on his lap as he appreciates my boobs with hungry eyes.

He unclasps my bra and manages to push two of his fingers into me at the same time. I buck my hips into him as a wave of pent up pleasure knocks me out momentarily and my head falls onto his shoulder. "Calum."

"Shhh baby, just give in."

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Calum

You get your heart broken when you're young and you become either stupid or headstrong. Then you force yourself to believe you'll never give in, but you do. You give in to her touch because she captivates you and she owns you completely with just the feeling of her soft skin against yours, or maybe it's just fucking puberty.

Hidden away under this girls sheets in her bedroom, the world doesn't seem that awful, the ghosts have stopped laughing and my mind has stopped ordering the shields around my heart, apparently, they want vacations too.

Montana turns in bed, awake now and I wonder why I didn't leave before she woke up like I do every time. I should have, but I couldn't. I groan deeply, stretching my limbs out on the bed and wrapping my arms tighter around her.

"You are a mystery, you know that Miss Cases?" I whisper, burying my face in the hollow of her neck. I couldn't leave her, I couldn't.

Sunlight streams in through the curtains, lighting up her body wrapped up in the sheets next to me.

She giggles, wrapping her legs around my waist. "You're something else too, Mr Hood."

I felt like a high-school girl, mulling over the first amazing date I've had in years last night. She had made me forget all my worries, it's as if she contained a whole world within her, one where you left your demons at the door. She had a mind I craved to explore, I wanted to witness every emotion that could ever cross her beautiful face and touch every part of her.

But I can't stay long.

"Are you sore like I promised you you'd be?" I ask. Not something the guy my temporarily-present-mother raised would ask, but something the jackass band member would.

"and more." She grins, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She was too high on the feeling to read into it. She had an alluring, exotic beauty to her, my words wouldn't ever do her justice. Her sarcasm was even better.

"You're beautiful," I grunt, nudging my nose against the spot just below her ear. I didn't have words for what was happening to me either. You'd think we would have an array of words for these feelings in the twenty-first century instead of "fucking lit dude" but looks like everyone enjoys being speechless.

She pulls me closer and brings her soft lips to mine and I feel my core melt for about the millionth time in the last few hours. I should have left. She dominated my entire existence in one night like no other woman ever has. I really should have fucking left.

"Calum..." she murmurs into my lips.

"Yes, darling?"

She mumbles something along the lines of "I just cleared my entire morning schedule." Trailing kisses down my neck.

"For what?" I cup her soft face in my callused hand.

"You know for what v-very well." She moans as I return the favour and pepper kisses down her neck.

Montana runs her hands up my back, dragging her nails. Her touch drove me crazy and I was the fool that was going to keep letting her.

"You asked for it," I pull her flush against me and she squeals, getting me even more riled up. I lay my hands on her stomach, just below her breasts and hold her down softly so she doesn't move out of the way as I smother kisses down her stomach and all the way down. "You need to hold still for me, baby."

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A/N:

Maybe one day I'll have it in me to actually completely write a smut scene and not leave you guys hanging hahaha soz.