"Just let me talk to her for one minute when we get home."
"Unless she tells me she wants to, I won't let it happen."
I'm woken up by Jimmy and Mike arguing.
"I mean look what you caused today." Mike continues.
"No. It's your fault, you're fucking her."
Jimmy snarls.
I feel Mike shift his leg slightly, before audibly sighing.
We haven't fucked.. I imagine Mike running his gentle hands up, under my shirt, caressing my hips. Pulling me into his warm body.
I tighten the gentle grip I have on mikes leg. He hitches his breath and I feel him swerve the car slightly.
He looks down at me, suprised.
Jimmy doesn't react.
I focus on the car rumbling underneath my sore body.
We soon arrive at home where I decide to talk to Jimmy.
"Y/n. I don't love you."
Jimmy rests his head in his palms while he leans forward on the couch.
I nod, "okay,"
"That's it?"
His head snaps up.
"You fucked Amanda so I kinda assumed you didn't."
"Y/n- it wasn't like that."
"Yes it was."
"No. It wasn't."
"Well it doesn't matter, you don't love me, you fucked Amanda, its over with." I cross my arms.
"And you're fucking Mike."
I shake my head at him.
"Right?"
"No, actually, there's been nothing more than a kisses and confessions."
He's quiet for a moment.
"But you're still choosing him over me."
"You aren't an option anymore, you don't feel the same as I did for you." I look at him, puzzled.
"I didn't say that..." He trails off.
"Jimmy. If you don't love me, that's okay, but if this isn't going to happen then stop giving me false hope."
He nods at me slightly.
"Okay, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I uncross my arms and tuck a piece of hair behind my hear before turning around and heading for the stairs.
"Night." He mumbles from the couch.
At the top of the stairs I'm met by Mike, who has just came out of the bathroom.
"Hey y/n! Are you oka-"
I interrupt him by wrapping my arms around his toned torso. I feel him engulf me in his muscled arms, and his scent fills my nose, Ceader.
He's like sitting by a Ceader fire, roasting marshmallows and looking at the stars. A time where everything falls still, and I can breathe.
He places a hand on the back of my head, gently caressing it.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I just needed you." I pull my head from his chest and look up at him.
He smiles, his eyes almost sparkling. He moves the hand he was still holding me with to my waist, maintaining eye contact.
I feel like a lost doe, looking helplessly into his eyes.
He pulls me in by the waist and kisses me.
Fuck He's a good kisser.
I stumble back into the wall and kiss back.
His hand slips up my shirt and he runs his hand up my bare back, sending chills down my whole body.
He pulls away, "you like that huh?"
I nod.
"Good."
He continues kissing me, this time more passionately, his tounge wrestling with mine.
Eventually it ends up with one of his hands around my throat and the other up my pleaded skirt, gripping my inner thigh.
CW/ sexual /CW
He pushes it a little further up, causing me to moan, I pull away, shocked and just look up at him.
"Was that okay?" He looks at me, and tries to move his hand.
"Yes." I grab it and put it back where he had it.
"Good girl." He whispers into my ear.
I melt into him, our tounges and limbs intertwining.
He picks me up and plops me onto his bed, before pinning me down and unbuttoning my shirt.
"Do you want this?"
I nod.
"Tell me."
"Yes, please- m-more than anything."
He unbuttons his jeans and lets the fun begin.
CW/ End /CW
I wake up without a shirt and Mikes Jammie pants, my hairs a mess and I feel so drained, but oddly amazing.
I look over at the sleeping Mike, then peel the covers back before getting up.
Immediately my whole lower abdomen feels like it's been beaten with a baseball bat, and my legs feel as if they'll buckle and collapse under my weight at any second.
I let myself fall back down onto the bed.
Mike stirrs and cracks his eyes open.
"Good morning princess."
"Good morning, I can't walk."
"Then I did a good job." He smirks and sits up.
"I don't remember much.." I look down at my feet, hanging off the edge of the bed.
"You may not remember much now, but you sure as hell loved it last night."
"Really? Tell me more.
"I couldn't keep you quiet and you were," he pauses, looking for the word, "mind blowing."
I blush, "Thank you."
He leans over and kisses my forehead.
"I'll make you breakfast."
He gets up and leaves the room.
My heart speeds up and my stomach flutters nervously.
Holy. Shit.
