Michael x Jamie Oneshots

I Do Adore

Jamie's POV

  The bed was comfortable. But it would be better if Michael was here with me. To have his warm arms around me, embracing me so tightly that I could barely breath. I would do anything for it.

  He was at work.

  I wouldn't be getting any attention soon. All I've been doing was watching movies and thinking of Michael. I wonder what he's doing right now. Maybe he's thinking of me, maybe he's blushing as badly as I am now.

Its not usual, per say. It's more I-miss-him-and-I-want-his-attention type deal. Wherever he was, my heart followed. He didn't even need to light a match to light it on fire.

  All I ever needed, was his support and kindness. Its all I want. No matter how hard work was, he came home and asked how I was. No matter the day was, he asked me how well I slept. No matter the circumstances, he is by my side. Michael has been the only person in my heart, for my whole life.

  Not having him here almost broke my heart, it hurt. Michael was my main center of life, and without him I'd be broke and on the streets. He was the person who casually held onto me. It was what I wanted. He provided for me.

  To things he never sees, his words are like arrows aimed at my heart. Soon, I hope his heart would overflow with love for me. He was more than just a machine. I could list things I loved about him for hours, if a door didn't slam from downstairs.

  Probably Terrance, I thought. Before I got my hopes up, I gathered the evidence I had. Michael wouldn't be home for another two hours. As exhausting as it is, I was an attention seeker. I wanted everything last drop of attention from Michael, and when I didn't I got extremely jealous. I can admit that.

  I sighed. This is already a long day. What's a few more hours going to do?

  Make me more miserable, is the correct answer. There was a conflict between us, and it drove me crazy for weeks on end. He worked fifteen hours a day, night shift, and day shift. There was no time to spend together.

  A knock at the door startled me. It seemed more anxious, a quick couple knocks. I pulled my knees to my chest, telling the person to come in. My chest felt heavy when I saw.

  A male stepped in. His black hair laid nearly as always, and the tips purple with dye. You couldn't deny the attractiveness of just seeing that, but it got better. The one, icy blue eye peaking from the freckled face. An eyepatch guarding the other—secrets.

  His eye eager and keen, full of concentration. It has such intent that my heart began to race faster than before. The pearly white smile coming through his lips, and impatient act to get into the room.

  "Baby!" I squealed. I launched myself out of the comfortable mattress, forcing my way to Michael. At first I stumbled, yet Michael caught me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me. It was still as welcoming and home-like as usual.

  "How are you, my darling?"

  I thought my heart would explode. Pounding out of my chest, I felt my heart began to skip beats. The exact Way Michael's english accent said those words, were the most memorable. Since the first day he's said it, it couldn't get any more attractive. Calling me pet names were enough for me to flush, but the way he did it. He made it better; he made me feel special.

  My face was on fire. Hiding my face in his work shirt, I whispered a reply. My hands on his chest, also gripping the fabric. Michael's hands fit perfectly on my waist, sliding up my sides, and rubbing my back. The single touch made me so flustered I couldn't speak. He had the touch to send me to heaven.

  "How are you, my darling?" he repeated. It was hesitant, if I wouldn't want to answer at all. I wanted to answer. My body wouldn't permit me to work that long. My brain was a pile of mashed potatoes.

  Taking my face away from him, I glanced up to his eyes—eye. Michael's lips were slightly parted. His cheeks flushed a bright red, covering the freckles he had. The icy blue iris holding confusion and embarrassment. I chuckled.

  "I missed you," I whispered, caressing his cheeks. The heat from them rubbed off onto me. I caught eye contact. Smiling gently, I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

  "I missed you too," Michael confessed. He bent down to my level—I was seven inches short than him—and grinned. My stretch wasn't as far as his, but I couldn't grow taller. "How are you, my darling?"

  "You never give up, do you?" Michael shook his head. "Good. I'm doing better; you're here."

  "So your day was terrible by the sounding of it?"

  "Yup. You weren't here with me. What was I supposed to do?" I exaggerated, rubbing his chest.

  "You had the opportunity to rest the whole day. Yet it seemed to be a problem last night," Michael confirmed. A light touch on my waist snapped me out of my daze. The time he talked, I stared at him, slowly admiring and falling deeper in love. Not only was he sweet and cute, he looked the same way.

  "Mhm," I hummed along. I didn't pay attention to the words, but his accent. His words displayed perfectly. Everyone said 'no one is perfect'. But I have found the perfect person.

  "Is something the matter?"

  "Mm."

  "W-why are you staring at me like that? You looked love strucked," Michael informed. His grip on my waist got slightly tighter in embarrassment. His thumb lightly crashed my skin under my shirt.

  "I am."

  Michael blushed a dark red, spreading to his ears and neck. He is incredibly shy when it came to commitment. Though, I let him be that shy; it was adorable.

  "I love you," I said without thinking. Realize we were still standing in the middle of the room. My legs felt like jelly.

  "I love you, too," he whispered, pecking my temple lightly. His lips grazed my skin lightly.

  "You missed."

  "Right, I'm sorry," he chuckled. Michael pulled away from my shoulder, meeting my face. A soft smile on his lips. Our faces only an inch apart.

  I connected our lips eagerly. Its been nine hours, I deserve something. I felt at home in his embrace. But having his lips playing with mine, made me feel at home. Michael's arms rubbing along my waist and hips. My hands rubbing his chest in a soothing manner. This is where I wanted to be.

  The presence left. Soft panting escaped my mouth, leaning my forehead on Michael's. A light peck to my lips, Michael's eyes shined.

  "Everything you do, I do adore."

  "I'm sorry?"

  "Don't apologize. But I love that too!" I smiled.

  "Shh."

  Another kiss was placed on my lips. Passionate and welcoming.

  "I do adore," I said again. "I do adore."

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Completed on: February 27th, 2021

Posted on: March 1st, 2021

I wrote this at 4am. Don't question it. I do know the mistakes, don't point them out.