There's No Such Thing As Too Young

*Mike's POV*

My face was anxiously pressed against the window as I stared out at the passing traffic.

I was seeing Millie in approximately Ten minutes.

My heart was racing and palms sweating.

I couldn't wait to have her back in my arms.

"She's good for you." Vic spoke from behind me, causing me to jump and face him.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Millie, she's good for you, she's changed you." He explained, sitting down on the couch opposite me.

We were alone as Tony and Jaime were packing up their last few things before they got dropped off.

"What do you mean? I thought you were completely against our relationship." I frowned, and Vic shook his head.

"I was at first, when you first started dating. I've noticed a change in you over the last month or so, and I like it."

"What changes?" I asked, still puzzled.

"The way you act, you're smiling all the time! You smoke and drink less, you avoid groupies at all costs. What happened to the Mike that wanted to get hammered instead of skyping his girlfriend for Two hours?" Vic wondered, chuckling.

"She's my everything." I smiled softly, thinking about her.

"Don't let her go, Mike." Vic told me, staring at me before leaving to go to the back room to check on Tony and Jaime.

"How long, George?" I called to the driver.

"Only a few minutes and you'll be back to your lover!" He shouted back, making kissy faces at me.

I laughed and flipped him off, relaxing back into my seat as I waited for Millie's house to come into view.

Finally, the moment came.

I was bouncing with excitement as George pulled up outside the large house.

"See you later, boys!" I called, and each of them grinned at my state.

I all but pulled the door off its hinges, stepping outside.

I wasted no time, I grabbed my suitcases from under the bus, and made my way up the drive.

My Cadillac was parked in the the exact same spot as where I had left it over Three weeks ago.

Just as I lifted my fist to knock on the door, it flew open and my arms were suddenly full.

I dropped the handle of the suitcase, holding Millie to me tightly as I walked us into the house.

I breathed in her scent, letting it wash over me as I had deeply missed it over the last few weeks.

She shuffled down my body until her feet hit the floor again, but her arms were still wrapped tightly around my neck.

"You know, you're cutting off my air supply." I spoke in her ear, smiling.

"I missed you so much." She spoke, pulling away but keeping contact.

"I missed you too." I replied, cupping her face in my hands and leaning down to kiss her.

I'd almost forgotten her taste.

My One hand left her cheek and tangled in her chocolate locks.

Our lips moulded together perfectly.

Millie slowly pulled away, a sparkle in her eyes.

I turned away for a second, remembering my suitcases outside on the porch.

I pulled them inside, leaving them to the side and shutting the door.

Millie watched my every move.

I grinned at her and advanced towards her slowly.

"What are you doing?" She asked suspiciously, eyeing me up.

"Nothing..."I smiled, standing still.

We stared at eachother for a few minutes, before I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her legs around me.

She squealed and giggled happily, burying her face in my neck.

I laughed along with her, just glad to be able to hear her make these noises.

I carried her into the kitchen, setting her on the counter.

I pushed her legs apart, causing her dress to ride up her thighs.

I took in her appearance.

"You look beautiful, even more beautiful than when I left." I sighed, taking her hand in mine and kissing each finger.

"Thank you." She said quietly, resting her hands on my shoulders.

I leaned forward and rubbed my nose against hers.

She bit her lip and looked into my eyes.

I kissed her again, pulling her closer to me.

My hands went to her waist, and hers went to my hair, pulling my hat off and throwing it in a random direction.

I leaned her back, moving my hands up her thighs and under the hem of her dress.

Millie didn't protest.

Much to my suprise, she started pushing my hoodie off my shoulders.

I shrugged it to the floor, kicking it away.

It was pretty obvious where this was leading.

I certainly wasn't complaining.

I was about to make love to my girlfriend who I love dearly.

My hands went to my belt buckle as Millie pulled her denim jacket off, throwing it with mine.

I moved my lips from hers and to her bare shoulders, successfully managing to undo my belt and jeans.

They fell down my thighs, and Millie pushed my boxers down with her feet.

I had to momentarily pull my lips away from her body to reach under her dress and pull her panties down her silky thighs.

I threw them to the ground and shoved my boxers from around my knees and down to the floor.

Millie grabbed me by the back of the neck, pressing her lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

I licked her bottom lip as I moved her to the edge of the counter, her ankles crossed at my lower back.

Our tongues tangled as I used one hand to guide myself into her.

I let out a moan as her warmth enveloped me and she clenched around my length.

She felt even more amazing without a latex barrier between us.

I started thrusting into her, causing Millie to whine in my ear.

"Mike." She said my name so flawlessly as I sped up my movements.

I wasn't being as careful like the first time we'd had sex.

I was panting into her neck as I held onto her hips, and the heels of Millie's converse were digging in my bum.

Millie yanked on my hair to let me know she was close, and soon she released all over me.

I knew I was close, and just a few more thrusts would do it.

I thrust into her Two more times, before pulling out and releasing on her inner thighs.

I pulled out just in time.

I groaned loudly, welcoming the release I'd held in since I left for tour.

Sorry, but that was the best welcome home I'd ever gotten.

Millie was leaning back on her hands, her cheeks flushed.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly, motioning down to her thighs.

"It's fine." She giggled, grabbing some kitchen towel from her side to wipe away the sticky substance as I pulled up my boxers and jeans, buckling my belt after.

Millie hopped from the counter, grabbing her panties and slipping them on under dress.

She turned to me

"Welcome home." She sounded, a cheeky smile on her face.

I shook my head with a smile.

"It's good to be home, Darling." I kissed her on the forehead, grabbing her hand and leading her to the hallway.

I picked up my duffel bag and guided Millie into the living room.

We plopped on the sofa, and I pulled her long legs onto my lap.

"I got you presents." I told her.

"You got me presents? That's pretty funny considering it's your birthday in Two days." She giggled, resting her head against the back of the sofa.

"I wanted to treat my Princess."

I pulled her gifts out of my bag and handed her them with a smile, keeping One in my hand though.

She smiled as she looked at the bag of candy I'd gotten her and a t-shirt that was from Canada.

"I love them, thank you." She told me, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

"You have one more." I informed her, showing her the small box in my palm.

"Woah, what's that?" She asked, her mouth slightly open.

I could tell she was nervous by the shape of the box.

"Calm down, I'm not proposing...yet." I chuckled, opening the ring box.

She blushed as she saw it, and then gasped.

I'd gotten her a Pandora ring from Albuquerque, knowing that at the moment I saw it, I had to get it for her.

Tony had gotten a similar one for Fiona.

I took it out of the box and took her hand, sliding the ring on her middle finger.

She admired it.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"I love it, Mikey." She said, climbing into my lap.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her and rested my chin on her head.

I was so thankful to have her with me again.

I loathed not waking upto her beautiful face each morning.

"How has school been?" I wondered, glancing down at her as she played with my fingers.

"It wasn't too bad actually." I nodded and relaxed, glad that she hadn't been hurt.

I'd slaughter anyone who layed a single finger on her.

"I love you." I expressed into her hair, nuzzling my nose in it, smelling the coconut shampoo she'd obviously used this morning.

Instead of returning the words, she leaned up and kissed my stubbly chin, relaxing into my body.

I beamed.

I truly love her.

Notes

I aim to have all the written chapters up tonight! I can't apologise enough!