They walked for a while and soon after found themselves back in Mikey and the guys room. With two hours to spare, they stood there for a moment not knowing what to do then Mikey came behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He placed his head on her shoulder.
"You wanna know something? " he asked her.
"What's that?" She whispered feeling her breath shorten. Every time he touched her it felt like the first time over and over.
"I believe in love at first sight now." Mikey whispered so close to her ear that she felt his lips touch them.
"Why is that?" She asked, playing dumb.
"You've made me a believer out of me." He giggled.
He kissed her above the ear and then moved to her neck. She was frozen in place until he pulled her to the bed. He slowly climbed on top of her with an evil grin. Never touching her lips, he kissed her all around the neck holding her hands both to the bed. He kept going until eventually he let go of her hands and wrapped them around her again. She put her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair. He stopped a moment, and looked into her eye's.
"Are you okay?" He asked breathing heavily, catching his breath.
"I'm fine," She said, sitting up."why do you ask?"
"Well we never got to talk about earlier and..." she cut him off.
"Later." She whispered, pulling him close.
He started kissing her neck again, this time, not so gentle. She wrapped her arms around him again this time time tugging and the band of his shirt. He stopped for a moment, long enough to take his shirt off and expose his pale, white skin. He slowly began to unbutton her flannel she had thrown on hours before. He stopped at the fourth button and moved a bit lower. This made her pull his hair a bit harder which he liked. She realized where things were going and decided to stop Michael.
"Hey,"she pushed him away, biting her lip," I have an idea."
"What's that?" He asked, looking interested, watching her every move closely.
"Hand me my camera." she said.
He got off of her and handed her the camera.
"Why?" He asked her.
"I'm going to take pictures and ask questions. For your interview." She laughed, knowing she was torturing him. He stared to put his shirt on and she caught him.
"Leave it off."she said buttoning her shirt back up.
"Whatever." He laughed.
She grabbed a pen and paper and sat on the bed with him at the end and her camera in hand. She asked a question, took a picture, and then wrote the answer down.
"Okay. Out of all of the guys, who is the best dressed?" She asked.
"Um. Probably Luke." He said thinking " why the hell are you doing this to me"
She snapped a picture of him, wrote down his amswer, and moved on.
"What is your favorite part of being involved in all of this?"
"Definitely meeting the photographers." He joked, moving a bit closer. She snapped another picture and wrote down his answer.
"How old were you when you first realized you loved making music?"
"I can't remember," he moved closer," 12 maybe." He said smirking, watching her lips move as she talked. As she tried to take another picture, he stopped her.
"Here's an idea, let me take some photos and ask you some questions."he said taking the camera before she could disagree.
"Who has the best hair in the band?" He askef.
"Mmmmm...I dunno man. Ash has some pretty nice hair." She joked.
"Yeah. Okay."he said sarcastically. Taking a photo and moving a bit closer.
"Have you ever had sex before?" He asked, grinning evilly.
"Um...no. next."she said. He snapped another photo.
"Last question."he got as close as possible.
"Okay?" She tried breathing normally but failed.
"Why won't you let me kiss your lips?" He whispered as he touched his forehead to hers, his eyes looking at hers, and the trailing down to her lips then back up once more.
"Because I'm afraid." She whispered back, fear in her voice doing the same eye to lip motion as Michael.
"Afraid of what?" He asked.
"Falling in love."
"Too late." He said so quietly that it was almost impossible to hear. He leveled his mouth with hers, paused, and looked into her eyes for approval.
"What are you waiting for, Clifford?" She whispered nervously. His mouth, centimeters away from hers she bit her lip out of habit. He paused one more time and laughed.
"You shouldn't have done that." He whislered.
"Why n-" is all she managed to get out before his lips crashed into hers. She could feel his mouth curl into a smile as their lips touched. He snapped a photo and then dropped the camera on the bed next to them. In that moment, they both realized that this was inevitable. This was always going to happen. It was fate. He stopped for a breath and she looked up at him with a look that can only be described as a look of love.
"I think i...I think I love you."he managed to say before their lips collided again. They were like magnets. Attracted to each other by a force.
"Stop," Violet bit her lip and giggled," we have to go get Addy."
Michael sighed," Fine." He said getting up from the bed quickly pulling his shirt back on, a bit annoyed. Before Violet could get up, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands resting on her butt, carried her to the nearest table and kissed her again.
"OOH Michael, what was that for?" She caught her breath, one hand in his hair, the other on his neck.
"Don't bite your lip."he whined," it drives me insane.
"Yes sir," she joked,"put me down?" She begged.
"Go get ready,"he said putting her down softly,"damn." He whispered
"Damn what?" She asked.
"Damn, you're beautiful. "
"Shut it Clifford." She whined.
She went into the bathroom, messed up her "make-out hair", and attempted to cover the hickey he had left on her neck. She failed.
"I'm gonna kill you Clifford!" She yelled.
" what is it?" He asked, looking at her neck.
"This." She pointed.
"You'll be alright." He said kissing the same red and purple spot.
This is probably REALLY horrid. :/
