To Get You Back: Mikey x OG Character

Chapter 3: Sumi

Present

"Hatsumi Yuki-sano. Stop day-dreaming about your husband and give us some attention?", Hinata teases me with a mischievous smirk as Yuzuha and Senju giggle away. The three of them had come over to my house for our small monthly get-together.

I sigh and shake my head, not wanting to correct her. Though it was partially true, my mind was not entirely concentrated on Mikey. I had started having horrific nightmares since the last week and I couldn't get them out of my head.

It started with something as simple as an older version of me running in the rain through a forest. Then I am lying dead and Mikey is holding me in his arms, then its the world on fire. Its an on repeat nightmare I can't find a pause or stop button to. The scenery gets so terrific sometimes that I wake up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily and sweating buckets.

When Mikey got to know about the nightmares, his expression had been unreadable but he did comfort me and dampen my worries. I had even tried to avoid sleeping as a measure but I couldn't really do that since Mikey had made a point to come home every night.

Its...strange. After Bonten secured the top possession as the most notorious and criminal organization in the whole of Japan, Mikey had started staying more in office and spent less time with me. Not that I complained. Okay, maybe I threw a few tantrums and hunger strikes but that was temporary. After I had started seeing the nightmares, Mikey hadn't left my side. Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy. Maybe it was because of the nightmares, but Mikey stayed, so I didn't mind them.

I try to focus on the conversation, being victim to teasing and giggles every once-in-a-while for zoning out but everything else goes smoothly. Its almost 8 past 7 when they leave.

Even though we have a some housemaids working in the mansion, I clear up the table and wash the dishes, entertaining the little distraction before a heavy gaze settles on my back, making me warm and fuzzy.

I feel him before his hand curls around my waist and pulls me closer to him. His chocolate sent, the heat of his body, the heavy stare. He pushes away some strands of my hair free my ear, kissing behind it chastly and errutping goosebumps all over my skin as I place the last of the plates on the rack and hold onto the counter, my knuckles turning white.

My ear has been a very sensitive part of my body. It was always embarrasing when I blushed with a little winter air blewing past me. But it was nothing compared to the kiss Mikey gave me, the way his hand around my waist pulled me closer, the way he spoke against my ear, lighting my whole body on fire.

"I missed you the entire day, Vanilla.", he drawled as he wrapped the other hand around my waist too and rested his chin on my shoulder, sighing with content. I smiled and I reached a hand to his cheek. He leaned against it, purring like a cat as I caressed him.

Silence fell comfortably between us. After a few beats, he let me go, only to pick me up and carry me to our bedroom. I couldn't help but let a squeak of excitement out and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I studied him closely as he walked, the way his white hair fell on his forehead, the way his dark black eyes gleamed with sin and things he was going to do to me. After the nightmares started, somehow, he had become overly possessive and protective of me. Sometimes, he would hold me close, tightly, like I would disappear if he let go. I might too, he never knew what his enemies had planned. There were just too many of them, now even more, many unknown.

Mikey was never much of a comforting person but maybe reassuring me with physical touch was his only way to comfort and I was more than happy with it.

He kicks our bedroom door open and sets me down as he locks it behind us. He then pulls me in close by my waist, our bodies pressed flushed against each other so I can feel his erection on my stomach. Red spreads all over my cheek as he pushes a stray strand our of my face, his eyes drinking me in before he leans in and buries his head in my neck.

He looked so vunerable at this moment, I can't take it. Its at times like these I know he needs me. That I am his anchor and he will lose sight without me (his words not mine).

He finally lifts his head, his eyes so dark, so stormy, I would be scared had I cared. A smirk lifted his lips, making me forget anything and everything as he holds my chin between his forefinger and thumb.

He lowered his mouth to my ear, his hot breathe sending tingles to my core.

"You will be my good girl tonight, won't you?".

TBH