Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 26

Michael's POV

"Allison" I hushed against her hairline.

When she didn't show any intentions to react, I moved my arm over her waist to place it on the small of her back, gently rubbing the spot with my palm, now speaking up louder. "Allison, wake up"

She shifted her head closer to me, snuggling her forehead against my bare shoulder.

"C'mon, Sleepyhead, we gotta go." I chuckled and she yawned into my skin, starting to kiss sloppily along my upper arm.

I sighed with a smile when she opened her eyes, sleepily asking what time it was.

"...about 4am" I whispered back and she lifted her head to hover it over my chest.

"No need to stand up then..." Allison murmured, staring to kiss a line down my stomach and I groaned in response, roaming my hands over her as I tried to fight the urge to let her move on.

"Allison... " I muttered frustrated. "...Allison" I tired again, my voice desperate, whiny even as I reached for her head to stop her movements. "As much as I..." another frustrated sigh escaped me. "Fuck, as much as I would love to do that now - god, I really would want to do that - we have to hurry"

She chuckled and sat up, stretching her body, before turning around.

"We had 3 hours of sleep, what would you possibly wanna do that early?"

"Surprise you. That's what I'm gonna do" I pushed the covers off me.

"But now you got me all sexually frustrated"

Allison grinned and stood up, gently pulling at my sprained arm to drag me along.

"Hmm, I wonder how we could get ready and do something about your issues..."

We connected lips again as she stumbled backwards into the bathroom and her hands were tangled in my hair.

Her smile when we disconnected was loving, as I looked at her in confusion.

"What now?" I laughed out and she then wordlessly raised her arms above her head, eyebrows furrowed, waiting for me to act on it.

I felt a smirk come across my face, as I softly moved my hands on both sides of her hips, enjoying the softness of her skin under my fingertips for a few seconds when I pushed them under her shirt, before grasping its hem to pull it over her head.

It didn't take us long until we were both stripped down and the hot shower hater hit my bruised chest which was pressed up against hers.

"Why are we sharing a shower at 4 am again?" she chuckled when I spread the shower gel on her back, easily picking out the sound of curiosity in her question but I refused to let her in on my plan yet.

"Environmentalism, Love. Since you told me I was creating that much damage with throwing my cigarette on the ground back on the day - I feel so bad for destroying the ozone layer, ya feel me?"

She laughed lightly. "Watch it, Punk"

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Allison's POV

"Michael, I can't see anything, it's so dark" I whispered into the morning air when we walked down the few streets on his way back to Michael's house.

He laughed lightly. "We're practically holding hands 24/7 like the most fucking cliché people ever, it won't be too horrible to do it now, will it?"

Smiling, I reached for his arm.

"Yeah but-"

He pulled our interlocked fingers towards his chest instantly and crashed his lips down on mine to shush me. "Stop complaining" he chuckled and we picked up walking again.