Cherry Bomb (A Michael Fassbender Fanfic)

13: Nectar

I wake up the next morning with a huge smile on my face. I feel Michael behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. His scruffy chin is nuzzled into my neck and I try not to giggle when his lips make a little puffing sound every so often. The morning sun shines brightly into my bedroom and my body aches to stretch but I want to prolong this precious moment for as long as I can.

That lasts about two extra minutes as my bladder is screaming to be released.

I ever-so-gently loosen Michael's grip on me and push his arm off. He sniffles and groans into my neck and his scruff tickles. I snort the air, trying to hold back the giggles. I slap my hand over my mouth and inch my head away from his. I use my foot to lower the bed sheets and finally, I'm able to slip away. I sit up slowly and inch myself off the bed. I lose my balance and fall back against the bedside table. The corner practically impales me in the hip bone.

"Mother of pearl!" I curse a string of obscenities, rubbing my side. I peer at Michael as see him smiling, his eyes wide open.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck. No. That really hurt." I continue to rub the spot, as if rubbing it will erase the pain.

"Aw. Need me to kiss it?" Michael gives me a cheeky grin as he stretches, spread out across the entire bed.

I take in the sight before me, suddenly forgetting about my bruised hip. His muscles flex and tighten and he yawns while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Who knew this sex god could be so adorable.

"Come here," he whispers sleepily.

"One minute. I need to pee." I hold up a finger and dance around the bed toward the bathroom.

As I sit on the toilet, I realize that I'm naked. I mean, I knew I was naked, but this is unusual. I'm only ever naked when I'm taking a shower. Or a bath. I've never been comfortable naked and here I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed, with Michael in the bedroom... naked.

I finish up and wash my hands. The cool water makes me shiver and I sprint back to the bed, jumping in and yanking the covers up. I grab Michael's face, forcing him to feel the coldness that I feel.

"What the--!" Michael pulls away, yanking my hands off of his face. I proceed to place them on his stomach. "Frankie! Stop!" He pulls my hands up and pins them above my head, wide eyed.

I laugh and fight against him as he shoves his chin into the nook of my neck, tickling me with his scruff. "Stop!" I squeal with laughter and try to push him away with my feet, but it's no use. I laugh until tears escape my eyes.

Michael pulls away and collapses next to me. I swing my arm over him and kiss his chest. He snakes his arm behind me and hugs me tight.

"I love you, Frankie."

I swallow hard and push myself up against his chest. I cross my arms and lean against him, my face before his. He kisses my nose.

"You love me?"

"I do. Very much. I'm sorry, but I do. I don't care if this is fast." I feel his chest rising and falling very quickly. His heart is pounding beneath me and I feel the familiar prickle of tears welling in my eyes.

I kiss him, smiling. He smiles too and we are pretty much just rubbing our smiles together.

"I love you, too," I whisper, kissing him again. I open my arms and wrap them around him, my chest smashing against his.

Michael's arms wrap around my back, his fingers splaying out, caressing me. He plays with my hair along my back, fingering the tips. It feels good. We stay this way, hugging and caressing until we fall back to sleep.