Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 22

A/N: Erm hey, I couldn't come up with a more sensible way to tell you so I'll go straight in: they have sex.

If you don't feel comfortable reading smut, I'd advice you to skip this chapter.(Even though I actually wouldn't really advice it since it's kinda important for the plot...) Well anyway, let's get dirty! :D

Allison's POV

Oh my god. I don't know what to do. Did I just moan? Oh my god.

Michael and I were in the same position as last time. He on top of me and I was totally unaware of what I wanted. Actually no, I wasn't unaware - I knew exactly that I wanted to go all the way with him but I was extremely nervous about his experienced actions when I, on the other hand, had no clue what to do to please him.

His hands found their way under my back, rushing past the fabric of my tank as he soon lifted me towards him so I was straddling his thighs, not even daring to break the kiss.

He was quick. Lifting the last outerwear that covered me over my head, we wasted no time to reconnect our lips when I ran my hands through his messy red hair.

When he was right about to expertly unclasp my bra with one swift movement of thumb and middle finger, I grabbed behind me to hold his hand in place.

Michael rested his forehead against my right collarbone and I felt the heat he was exhaling wash over my skin, which soon let me shiver in anticipation of what would happen next.

He started to link our fingers which were still resting over the catch of the black lingerie he bought for me.

Slowly raising his head to meet my eyes above him, I couldn't control the urge to stare at his red lips, plump from my gentle bites.

"We don't have to if you don't want to" he reassured me and dropped the hand he was holding until then to help me out of the discomfort of having to bend it behind my back.

I was sort of surprised and a little sorry for making him think it was his fault. Letting the hand which was still playing with his hair roots sink down his neck and shoulders, I rested both in our colliding crotches - his, still fully clothed.

Looking back into the sea-green eyes which hadn't left mine through the whole time, I shook my head slowly.

"It's just..."

Michael bit his lip and nodded knowingly. "You like Ashton"

I frowned, which caused him to look just as confused as I was.

Moving my hands up his chest to rest them on either of his jaws, I took a deep breath, softly brushing my thumbs over the stubble which tickled under my fingers.

"You have really cool friends, Michael." I stated and tried to hide my smile. "But none of them makes me want to punch a wall as much as you do. No one does, actually"