𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁, 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑜

"baciami"

an hour passed. during that hour, you studied michaels italian books. you studied words he didn't even teach you.

certain words had to do with love and such. but it's not like you studied those for a reason! just for extra study, heh..

michael came home shortly after you'd finished.

you heard footsteps ascend and the door opened. he still had on his little green sweater and was holding his brown coat. his hair was shaggy and his eyelids were low. wherever he'd been, it wore him out plenty.

once he saw you though, he soften and smiled sweetly. you returned the smile. he closed the door behind him and chucked his coat onto his arm chair.

he turned to you and lopsidedly grinned, crinkling his eyes up. he approached you and crawled onto the bed. he scooted over to you and settled right in front of you in his same criss crossed position.

you bit back a smile and cleared your throat. "where'd you go?" you asked him. he took his dark eyes from you and focused on the wall behind you. he sighed licked the fronts of his top teeth. "my buddy needed my help with somethin. no big deal." he sighed.

you were very skeptical. but it was very obvious that whatever it was, he did not want to talk about it. you respected that fully and brushed it off.

you nodded in response. michael looked at you again but this time with a risen eyebrow. you cocked your head and shook your head in confusion.

"did you study?" he started to smile. you blushed and looked over at the bookshelf. "mhm." you nodded, biting your lip in attempt to hide your large smile.

michael cleared his throat and flopped down on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. you shifted so you were no longer leaned up against the headboard, giving him your full attention.

"we'll see." he snickered.

"buona sera y/n." michael started. you smiled and cocked a eyebrow. "buona sera michael." you responded.

"come sta?" he wondered. "bene grazie." you proudly grinned. michael pouted his lip and nodded, with raised eyebrows, in amusement. you had to admit, you were fast at learning.

"qualcosa sulla tua famiglia?" michael asked you. shit. you were pretty sure that he had asked you about your family. but you didn't know any response in italian. so you winged it, and hoped for the best.

"uh, brutta." you blurted.

michael bit the inside of his cheek and a smile slowly crept onto his lips. he shook his head and started to laugh. you laughed back, a little confused of what was going on.

"what?" you said in between awkward chuckles. michael looks up and you and laughed again. "you know you just called your family ugly, right?" he snickered.

your face turned red and you crinkled your face in embarrassment. "i-i thought i said short." you stammered. "no that's BASSA." he corrected.

you face palmed and laughed along with him at your idiocy. a conversation, in italian, continued between the two of you for a while. once every few words you'd slip up, to which michael would laugh and correct you. it was embarrassing, you were about the same age and he was teaching you like a teacher would a child. but, i mean.. it was kinda hot?

"for bein new to this, you've got some pretty damn good skills." michael admitted. you felt flustered, as usual, and ran a hand through your hair. "thank you." you mumbled.

"ill give you a C." he said. you furrowed your eyebrows and and picked up a pillow. you chucked it at him but to your suprise, he caught it with his free hand.

he giggled and stuffed the pillow under his head, laying his head on it. "fine. B+." he mumbled. "that's more like it." you hissed.

he turned his head to you and smiled. you returned it and watched as he settled his face on yours, studying you.

you watched as his pupils darted around your form. you felt tingles on your skin. his eyes were so demeaning and strict. but also, so soft and pretty. they were definitely enough to make a girl fall in love.

you looked at him for what felt like hours.

"michael." you finally spoke. he blinked his eyes and ran a hand through his messy hair. "yeah?" he responded.

"posso farti una domanda." you stopped the silence. in english, it meant can i ask you a question. but michael never taught you that. you researched it yourself.

his mouth hung open slightly and his eyebrows were furrowed. his eyes flicked down and back up to you again.

"i never taught you that y/n.." he trailed off.

you felt a lump in your throat. you were dreading what you had to say. you rose your eyebrows and made a "i know" face.

he bit his lip and shook his head, chuckling. "okay. what?" he smirked.

you took a deep breath. you focused all your energy on what was happening right now, right at this moment. not on the future, or past, right now. you stared into michaels eyes and took in all his features. his definted jawline, his rosey cheeks, his long dark eyelashes, his parted and soft lips. you needed to do something about all this, you really could not stand it anymore.

"baciami." you whispered.

his eyes widened. he pushed himself up from his laying position and moved closer to you. his eyebrows were knitted in confusion. his eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the lamp making them, somehow, even more glamorous.

"y/n, what?.. i- i", he stammered. you cut him off sternly. "michael." you breathed out, your eyes now down.

it was silent. he didn't move or say anything.

you closed your eyes and sighed loudly, but you were cut off. you were cut off by something hitting yours lips.

you opened your eyes slightly and felt your body immediately fill with glee. michaels lips were attached to yours. his lips were so soft. they were so warm and filling. it felt almost right. like it made sense.

his hand came up and met with your cheek. he cupped it and then lifted the other. he cupped both your cheeks in his hands and pulled your face closer into his.

you closed your eyes and took it in. you melted into his touch and felt weak. at this moment, nothing in the world mattered more than him. it was all you saw. all you felt. all you needed.

you felt in a trance. like you were totally, complete, undoubtedly his.

your lips separated after a few moments. he lowered his hands. once he'd pulled away, you left your eyes closed. you wanted to feel like his lips were still there, still on yours. you wanted to kiss him again.

but a few seconds later, you slowly opened your eyes again. michael was sat across from you looking into your eyes lovingly.

his mouth was parted and his face was relaxed. he looked so calm, no stress present.

your lips formed a unstoppable smile. you saw his eyes crinkle up and his lips stretch into a big smile too.

you couldn't help yourself. you lunged forward and collapsed onto him, clashing your lips back onto his and pushing him backwards into the bed.

baciami- kiss me