The Things I Can't Take Back [Michael Afton x F! Reader]

Chapter 17 ~ The Child's Request

WARNING: slight nsfw mentions

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     Sunlight streamed in through the cracks of your window curtains, shining a ray of bright light directly onto your closed eyelids. You let out a soft groan, slapping the back of your hand over your face to try and block it out. However, the damage had already been done; you were pulled from your dream world, and slowly brought back into reality.

     God, your body felt so sore. You never felt this tired after the Fourth of July Carnival, so why were you feeling this way now? Were you turning into a grandma? No way, you were still so young, you should have so much life and energy. So what was wrong?

     The sound of a grunt coming from behind you was enough to answer your question. Oh... right. How had you forgotten about that?

     Michael's strong arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and he let out a soft huff of air through his nose as he pulled you closer, pressing your back against his bare chest. Actually, now that you thought about it... everything was bare, including yourself.

     You felt your skin heat up at the contact between your nude bodies, and you carefully rolled over to face him properly. You gazed up at his sleeping face; the bright green of his eyes hidden behind his closed eyelids, slightly swollen lips parted as he breathed faintly, and strands of his messy brown hair fallen all in front of his face. This was the first time you had ever seen him sleeping, he looked so... peaceful.

     You couldn't help the soft, loving smile that tugged at your lips. You slowly reached your hand up, being careful not to move too abruptly and wake him, as you gently brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face. You hummed softly at the feeling of your fingertips sliding against his smooth skin, and your boyfriend let out a soft sigh of content in his sleep.

     Honestly, part of you had thought that everything from last night had just been a dream. A very hot, steamy, unprotected sex-filled dream. A dream that only a total pervert would have; you had planned to scold yourself as soon as you woke up, not being able to believe you had actually imagined something so raunchy. But now you were awake, and you found yourself laying face to face in bed with your sleeping, naked boyfriend. So it wasn't a dream after all.

     As you dazed off, continuing to gaze lovingly at your boyfriend, you didn't even realize that your hand had come to gently cup his cheek. As your thumb gently stroked the area just below his eye, he let out a soft groan as he slowly stirred awake.

     His eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing that brilliant shade of green that had quickly become your favorite color. His eyes only opened halfway, and they were still glazed over as he offered you a sleepy smile. "Morning, baby..." he breathed out, his raspy morning voice sending a shiver down your spine. He leaned into your touch, turning his head slightly to press his lips against the palm of your hand, causing goosebumps to trail up your arm.

     "Good morning..." you replied softly, giving a soft giggle at the tickling feeling of him planting kisses against the palm of your hand, "did you sleep well?"

     "Never better," he chuckled softly in return, reaching up to cup his hand over yours, before he clasped it gently and pulled you closer against him by your arm, "I could definitely get used to this... spending the night with my girlfriend, I mean."

     "I wish we could stay like this every night," you hummed softly, eyes staying glued to his lips as he trailed them down your wrist and up the length of your arm, "but if my parents found us like this, they would kill you."