California

I felt like I was floating. Air whisked past my head although my body was weightless and my legs weren’t moving. I felt pressure under my back and my knees. I slowly pried my eyes opened and was greeted by Mikey’s gleaming smile looking down on me. “Hello, gorgeous. Have a nice snooze?” I rubbed my eyes and realized he had been carrying me from the taxi that was parked outside of what I assumed to be his apartment.

“You can put me down now,” I grinned. He placed my feet on the sidewalk once more and picked up my luggage that he’d somehow managed to be wheeling behind us. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked as I took in my surroundings. We were on a narrow street lined with red brick buildings and littered with small gardens.

“You looked so peaceful,” he replied as he stuck his key in the door and twisted it.

“You’re very sweet,” I kissed his cheek. He blushed and swung the door open, motioning for me to enter first. I walked in and let my eyes scour his apartment. Stairs were immediately in front of me, covered in tan shaggy carpet. To my left was a small living room with pictures decorating the walls and chocolate furniture. I walked into the room while Mikey waited nervously at the door. He had pictures of him with the guys, tour pictures, pictures of nature, and one of a bunch of ginger-haired people I assumed to be relatives. I ran my hand along the oak bookshelf that was filled with both movies and books, some old and some new. I took out a worn book by John Steinbeck and flipped through a few pages before returning it. I looked back to see Mikey biting his lip anxiously.

I walked past him to the room on the right of the stairs. The kitchen held a very cozy vibe. It was tiled in white and baby blue, somehow fitting perfectly with Mikey’s personality. There was a small island in the middle with wooden stools scattered around it. The counters were smooth and covered in wood; I could tell he had recently cleaned. I opened one of the cupboards and smirked at the insane amount of tea that was stored there. There was a small window above the pristine sink, and outside of it I could see his small yard that held what looked like vegetables growing. The big, pale, blue door to the right of the counters led outside. It had white lace curtains covering the small window.

“Do you mind?” I asked and gestured towards the stairs. He gestured for me to go ahead, and he followed behind me with the suitcase. I waked about ten steps before turning to my left and walking up another set. Once I reached the top, I entered the bathroom that was across from the stairwell. It wasn’t big, but not particularly small either. The white tile had recently been scrubbed, and the glass shower looked nearly see through. I flipped the light off and travelled down the hall to his room.

He was already in there, standing awkwardly near the bed that was in the center of the room. The windowsill was above the bed and he had several small cactuses lying there. There were small wooden nightstands on each side of the bed with identical lamps. To the left of the bed was the closet, covered by shutters. I opened it and was greeted with Mikey’s familiar scent. His shirts were organized by color, which made me smile. He had several pairs of shoes on the floor, along with a few boxes. I closed the closet and made my way to the other side of the bed. There was a small couch there and to my surprise, a dog. The dog looked up and sniffed my hand before laying her head back down. I pet her head to tail a few times before turning around to face Mikey.

“What do you think?” he asked, shoving his palms in his pockets. I grinned wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a chaste kiss.

“I love it. It’s very…you.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Are you hungry?” A second after he asked that, my stomach rumbled loudly, making him chuckle and my face turn beet red. “Come on, I’ll make you something.” He grabbed my hand and led me downstairs, his puppy following us and laying down on the rug in front of the oven.
“What would you like?” he asked as he began shuffling through the cupboards and fridge. “I can make you pasta, eggs, sandwiches, some chicken…or we could order in if you’d prefer?” he looked over the door of the fridge at me. I mulled it over and remembered the surprise I had for him, courtesy of Alysha and Danielle.

“I really want some Nandos, actually.”

He nodded and shut the fridge with his butt, making me giggle. “Alright, let’s go.” I bit my lip and stayed rooted in place.

“Would you mind if I stayed here to freshen up? I don’t really want to go out.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Just text me what you want and I’ll pick it up and bring it back.” He pecked my lips and started out the door before poking his head back in the door. “You have to pull the shower lever really hard if you want any warm water. And anything that’s mine is yours, make yourself at home.”

I grinned and nodded. “Thanks, babe.” He returned the gesture before leaving. A second later I heard his keys in the door, making sure the door was locked. I looked down to see his dog looking at me questioningly. I leaned down to scratch her ears before standing up and taking a deep breath. I went up to his room and unzipped my luggage, digging for the plastic bag that held the evening’s activities. I pulled out the red lace and began stripping. The universe was on my side, because I got it on with half the effort as last time. I rolled on some deodorant and applied two spritz of perfume to my neck and wrists. I put on some sweats and one of his shirts, loose enough so he wouldn’t be able to tell what I was wearing underneath.


I pulled out some vanilla scented candles and placed them strategically around the room, leaving my lighter on the nightstand so I could access it easily when the time came. I did the same for my high heels, leaving them by the door. I laid the dice next to one of the candles and journeyed to the bathroom. I placed my toiletries bag on the counter and pulled out my eyelash curler. I curled each of them for thirty seconds before pulling out my trusty lip balm. I applied it evenly and then combed through my hair. I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable. Once I was satisfied I went downstairs and settled into his couch, surprised at how comfy it was.

I spent the next few minutes petting his dog that had leaped onto my lap. I heard a car pull up in front of the house and peered out, seeing Mikey exit the car with multiple bags in hand. I placed the pup to the side of me and opened the door for him.

“You didn’t tell me what you wanted, so I got the whole menu,” he laughed.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” I mumbled. He set the bags on the glass coffee table in front of the couch, shooing the pup away. He opened the bags and began handing me various food items. I suppressed a laugh when I realized he nearly did buy the entire menu.

After all the food was spread out on the table he turned to me. “Whatever you want.”

“You’re the best.” I pecked his cheek and leaned forward, grabbing a hamburger and mushrooms. He picked out some grilled chicken and Caesar salad.

“How about some tele?” he asked, picking up the remote as he leaned into the cushion. I nodded as I bit into the burger. “Do you have any preferences?” he asked as he scrolled through the Netflix selection. I shook my head as he browsed, holding back a chuckle at how concentrated he was. He finally clicked on Love, Actually and wiggled his eyebrows at me. “It sets the mood for Netflix and chill.”

I nearly choked on my burger, laughing as soon as the meat harshly made its way down my throat. “Oh, my god! That was so…just no,” I shook my head as the movie started. He smiled and started eating his food. I threw my legs across his lap and I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile out of the corner of my eye. We ate as we watched, a peaceful silence surrounding us. Once I finished my food, I placed the wrappers on the table next to Mikey’s long ago discarded wrappers. He held his arm out and I eagerly accepted the invitation, snuggling into his chest.

Andrew Lincoln’s face lit up the screen and I grinned. “He’s really cute.” Mikey looked at me and frowned.

“Really, that guy?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but he’s cuter as Rick Grimes in the Walking Dead, with blood and guts all over him.” I smiled.

“I thought everyone thought Daryl was hot?” he questioned with his eyebrow furrowed.

“Well, Daryl is hot, too.”

“His hair is too greasy,” he disagreed and shook his head.

“I know, it makes him sexier.”

He bit the inside of his cheek as he seemed to think it over. “So, you’re saying if I didn’t shower for months on end and got myself covered in bruises and blood, that I’d be hotter?”

“Nah, I don’t think you can improve perfection,” I smirked. He laughed as his cheeks turned crimson.

“Damn, that was smooth.”

“I try, Mikey. I try,” I smiled and leaned my head back on his shoulder. As the movie progressed, the room got darker and darker with the setting sun. With every minute that passed, I grew more and more nervous. Never in my life have I ever worn lingerie for a guy or used anything even related to the dice. I never saw the appeal of it, although now I could see why it might be interesting. All I could think about was looking extra good for Mikey, and I’m sure the dice would be intriguing. As I saw the end credits roll onto the screen, I excused myself to the bathroom.
I splashed some water on my face and swished Listerine around in my mouth. I walked into his room and threw my clothes in the corner, leaving me in the fabric that highlighted all my womanly attributes. I slipped on the black high heels and lit the candles. I took a few deep breaths and laid on the bed, my arm propping my head up and my heeled feet in the air. I’ve never been this nervous that a guy would approve of me. I heard Mikey calling my name from downstairs and I called him up.

As I heard him climbing the stairs, my heart beat faster and faster. I swallowed and adjusted my position so that my breasts were accentuated. He turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of me. I smiled nervously at his wide-eyed expression. He gulped and breathlessly said, “Wow. You look…amazing.” As he spoke, his eyes trailed over every inch of my body, his pupils dilating in the dim light of the candles. “You look like…” he trailed off, at a loss for words. He swallowed again and finished his sentence. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I bit my lip and smiled softly.

“It’s not a museum you know, you’re allowed to touch,” I whispered softly, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Thank God for that,” he whispered and crossed the room in a few short paces. He connected our lips heatedly, pinning my wrists over my head. I moaned into the kiss, moving my hips forward to meet his. He grinded into me, making me shiver in pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled and bit on my jaw. I moaned again, encouraging him to bite harder. He complied, clenching his teeth around my delicate skin. I kept attempting to move my hands into his hair, and he smirked into my neck, knowing it was my favorite thing to do. After a few grueling moments he finally let my hands free, both of them shooting into his hair instantly.

Weeks without sex must have his hormone levels shooting out of control, because he was much more aggressive this time around. I liked it. He bit down vigorously on several parts of my neck, making me stutter, asking him for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his middle into me, entirely too much fabric separating us. He momentarily sat up, lust shining in his eyes. He threw his vest and shirt over his head and into the corner in one swift motion. I placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. I trailed my hands over his chest, over his dove tattoos. I gulped at the bulge in his jeans, attacking the zipper hastily. He smirked and helped me, kicking them off with his boxers before hovering over my once more.

He lifted the bottom part of my lingerie up exposing me from the waist down. I pulled my leg up and started to undo the strap on my heels when his hand shot out and covered mine. “Will you leave those on?” he asked breathlessly, a wicked grin on his face. In response I attached our lips again, letting his tongue slide in and out of mouth.

“I want to try something…tell me if you want me to stop,” he looked into my eyes as he kissed my nose. I nodded and he slid his hands under my back repositioning me so I was on my stomach and he was hovering over me. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” I rushed out, eager for this to progress. I lifted my hips off the bed to line up with his. I propped myself up on my hands and waited for him to make the move. In one swift motion he thrust his hips forward, making me moan in surprise. He waited, like the gentleman he is, for me to adjust before he went any further. I, however, was not as patient. “Mikey, oh god, do it.” He chuckled and drove into me again, his moans harmonizing with mine. He was going at a record pace, driving me insane. He placed small kisses on the side of my head and on my shoulders before leaning up, grabbing my hips forcefully.

“Harder,” I panted, digging my fingernails into his sheets. He obeyed, moving his hips faster, though I’m not sure how it was possible. Our haggard breathing filled the room along with the slapping of skin on skin. I reached my hand behind me and he intertwined our hands, giving the back of his hand a gentle kiss.

“I’m close,” I half yelled, the sensation building in my lower abdomen.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispered and slowed his pace, shocking me. He pulled away and flipped us over so I was straddling him.

“Why’d you do that?” I whispered, sucking on his neck.

“I needed to see your face,” he smiled and kissed me aggressively. I positioned him close to my entrance and lowered myself on his hips. I groaned and rocked my hips back and forth as his hands traveled up my stomach and cup my breasts. I moved my hips as quickly as he did, loving the scene below me. His hair was sprawled out in every direction on the pillow, his eyes closed, his lips parted in a perfect ‘o’ shape as he panted. That sight alone was enough to drive me over the edge and I groaned loudly as my toes curled and I dug my nails into his shoulders. I felt him writhe under me and I continued rocking my hips until his breathing started to slow. He half-smiled at me and I leaned in for a kiss. His hands ran through my hair and cupped my cheek. I leant my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for several minutes before crawling off of him and heading to the bathroom. After I was done, I entered the room to see the candles out, his eyes half shut and his body sprawled across the bed.

“Care to join me?” he mumbled, yawning.

“There’s barely enough room for me!”

“That’s kind of the point,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes and climbed under the covers with him, tangling our legs together and throwing my arm around his middle.

“You cheeky bastard.”

He broadened his smirk and shrugged. “You love me.”

“And you love me.”

He nodded and pecked my lips before he closed his eyes fully and sighed in content.

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