Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Sixty One

Michael's POV

I walk back in the bedroom and see Star curled up on her side. Her's hair's still damp from her shower. She's in my tshirt and a pair of my boxers. Sound asleep. Beautiful. I shut the door quietly behind me.

We've been home from the bar for about half an hour. It was a fucking awesome show tonight. The fans are into the new stuff we've been trying out. Scutter has a lot of good ideas for songs going on right now. I went to get in the shower right after Star, but Scutter wanted to try out the cover of the 4 Non Blondes song we've been working on. Star was really drunk, confirmed by her taking her shirt off in the kitchen and throwing it at me.

My fault. I asked a drunk chic to give back my shirt. Didn't picture it happening that way. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, walking her to the bathroom. Nobody got a show...to the dissappointment of many. Assholes.

She was also tired as fuck and her voice was gone....Synna, Bec and Laney's too. WAY too much drinking and screaming at the bar. I'm not surprised she fell asleep before I got back to the room.

I walk over to my side of the bed...

That's funny. I'd never had a side before. My last girlfriend would never sleep here so the bed was always all mine. Star likes the side closest to the window. She likes the stained glass, the way the sun comes through it. So do I. She says she likes the way it lights up the room. I like the way it lights up her.

I open my drawer and get a pair of boxers and slip them on. I turn out the bedside lamp and get into bed easily, trying not to wake her. She stirs as she feels me get in the bed, and I move my arm up as she rolls over into me. She puts her head on my chest and I let my arm drop down around her.

She smells amazing. I don't know if it's her shampoo, the lotion she's always slathering on herself...what is it with girls and lotion anyway? Whatever it is, I like it.

I think she's still asleep. I really want to do be doing something else to her, but I'm not going to wake her up just for that. I close my eyes and think about the show tonight. Went really well. We have the Battle of the Bands in four weeks. It's this contest where local bands compete for a chance to play the pre-show for Red White and Boom in downtown Columbus over July 4th weekend.

Suddenly the door flys open and Becca stumbles in laughing.

"What the fuck, Bec?!" I say.

"Oh...sorry, Mikey! Where's your keys? We need more coffee."

Becca's still drunk.

"Uh, not givin' em to YOU. Use Toby's car."

"No he's almost out of gas. Pleeeease, Mikey? Toby will drive, he's not drunk."

"Fine. In my pants pocket, there on the floor."

Becca picks up the pants and searches the pockets, finally finding the keys and standing back up.

"Thanks, Mikey! Sorry, Star!" She walks back out, slamming the door behind her.

Jesus. Like a drunk ass tornado.

"Well, no way you could've slept through that. Sorry, Baby." I say.

She sits up and looks at me. "Hey. You should fuck me." She says, smiling.

Uh...

"What?" She JUST woke up. She probably didn't say that.

"You told me..." She pulls the blankets off us.

"...tonight before you left.." She gets up on her knees, moving one long leg... SLOWLY...over me, sitting down on my lap.

Damn.

"..that you'd help me get out of your shirt when we got back. You asked for it..."

She reaches down, grabbing the bottom of my tshirt...

Jesus.

"...and I gave it back. YOU..."

She pulls the shirt up and over her head, dropping it on the bed beside her.

Fuck.

"...didn't help AT ALL. So basically...you lied, Michael. What're you gonna do about that?"

Yeah, she probably did say that.

I sit up, putting my hands on her hips and flipping her on her back, so now I'm the one on top of her.

"Did you say you wanted me to fuck you...when you woke up?" I ask.

Her eyes are bright and her hands are on my arms.

"Uh huh.." She says, quietly.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you out of that shirt. Really. Let me make it right."

She smiles.

I lean down and kiss her softly. Her lips taste like cherries. Cherry ChapStick. She kisses me back bringing her knees up and wrapping her long legs around my hips, bringing my weight down onto her.

"What about Jax?" I whisper into her mouth.

Her fingers tighten on my arms. "Jax and me are SO over, Michael. All I care about is you." She pushes up, crushing her lips against mine.

I kiss her slowly, tasting her lips, her tongue. She pulls my lip with her teeth and then let's go.

"Just you and me. No more Jax, no more guilt. How amazing does that sound, Star?" I say, moving her hair from her face.

"Um...that sounds perfect, Michael...but probably I'll need you to show me just how committed you are. I mean you couldn't even commit to helping me get your shirt off. I can't take you by your word anymore." She says, grinning.

"Mmm....ok, then let me show you, Baby. Lots of people here. Better keep that pretty mouth quiet...unless it's on me."