Michael's POV
"You don't seem ready" I laughed lightly, my eyebrows raised at Allison, who was still tangled in the sheets, completely nude, while I was now buttoning up my ripped jeans already.
As I wanted to bend down to my phone on the nightstand, Allison's hand shot forward to link her right pointer in one of the belt loops of my jeans to pull me in.
Not expecting her to do that, I couldn't do much but kneeling next to her on the bed, trying to figure an intention in her playful smirk when her hand lifted the covers for me to slip under.
Cuddling. Oh god, I'm so bad at that.
I shook my head disbelievingly when I took the offer, causing a shy smile from the girl next to me.
"Let me..." I murmured, one hand disappearing under the blanket on its way towards her body. "check something..."
Allison pressed her legs together, not expecting me to touch her that way again.
Traveling my hand up and down her inner thighs, feeling her soft skin under my fingertips, she seemed to realize that there was nothing to be scared about and relaxed under my touch.
Leaning down to press a feathery kiss on her lips, I felt a frown appear on my face when I pulled back, confused that my assumption actually verified.
"What?" she whispered irritated.
"It's that your thighs... they..." I started and suddenly a lack of self esteem mirrored in her eyes and I felt like blowing my brain out in the moment I realized she thought I was going to say something bad about them.
"God Allison, no" I crashed down on her for a kiss again. "You're so" I stroked her cheek with my other thumb, reconnecting our lips. "silly sometimes".
She shifted under my hand on her bare skin and I rested my chin on her shoulder to look at her.
"I was wondering why you didn't bleed..." I whispered sincerely and she avoided my eyes.
"It doesn't hurt either..." she confessed in a semi-whisper and my eyebrows knit together.
"Like... not at all?" I wanted to be reassured and she nodded, her one hand now also digging underneath the sheets to interlock my fingers with hers.
"weird." we both stated at the same time and I mentally face palmed.
Here I was now, having a morning-after-cuddle with my girl. My girl.
As in "no sex with anyone else but her". Tough shit, it really was.
It felt pretty weird; pretty new; but so goddamn right.
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Cigarettes and Valentines
Fanfiction"There is not such a thing as regret for me. Everything that happens to us will affect us in a certain way" - Michael G. Clifford ________________________________ My name is Allison Jane Parker and this is the story of how I learned that things will...
