I Got My Heart On You (Ronan Keating / Michael Graham / Boyzone) Fan Fiction

Thirty Two

"Do you know what?"

I looked at him curiously and shook my head. "I'm glad Gregg called you" I smiled, "so am I".

"Now what do you want to order?" I laughed as he pointed at the takeaway menus on the coffee table. "I'm starving!"

We ordered a Chinese and Mike refilled our glasses. "So what made you change your mind?" he asked curiously. "I wanted to shut Gregg up!" I said with a laugh. 

"No. To be honest, when the book wasn't really happening I felt like I needed a change. When Gregg called me it was the perfect opportunity"

"As I said to him, if I was rubbish, he could just take out my parts and credit himself"

Mike laughed. "Well from what I've seen, you seem to have a natural ability"

"Thanks Mike" I said.

"You know you're not so bad yourself" I smiled. He turned to ask me something but he was interrupted by a loud buzzing noise. "What the hell is that?!" I asked as I jumped slightly. Mike laughed. "There's someone at the gate. It's probably our dinner" 

"Ah ok"

Mike got up, crossed the room and looked out of the window. "Dinner is served" he said with a grin as he turned away from the window. "I'll be back in a sec"

"Do you want a hand?"

"No it's fine Vic, stay there"

I sipped my wine contentedly as Mike went to collect the takeaway. He came back into the room, his arms laden with bags. "Oh my god Mike how much did we order?!"

"I'm not sure" he laughed. "I think they've done the usual"

I looked at him curiously. "Whenever me or one of the lads order a takeaway they always send us extra cause they know who we are". 

I laughed, "nice. We're gonna be here all night trying to eat that!!"

Mike dished out the food onto the plates he'd bought out from the kitchen earlier. I watched as he poured us each another glass of wine. "Mike... I..."

I wasn't sure how to broach the subject of him drinking, when he was meant to be giving me a lift back home later. He obviously saw me eyeing up his wine glass as he smiled at me tentatively. "I erm... was gonna get James to give you a lift home if you wanted to..."

"But I was kind of hoping that you might want to stay with me tonight"

"I don' t mean...I mean only If you want to"

I looked into his eyes, he was obviously nervous, but he was 100% sincere. "I... I don't know Mike" I said hesitantly. In truth there was nothing I wanted more. But I didn't want him to think that I was going just going to jump into bed with him for the sake of it. "I just want to be near you Vic" he said taking my hands in his. 

I nodded, "then I'll stay" I said. His face lit up and I kissed him softly. "Now, I thought you were starving" I said and laughed as my lips left his.

Sometime later we were curled up on Mike's sofa watching a film. He was led at one end of the sofa and I was led in-between his legs, my head reading just below his, on his chest. He shifted slightly and I leant into him even more. He began to plant little kisses on my neck and I almost stopped breathing.

I turned slightly so that my mouth met his and he kissed me slowly, but passionately. He sat up slightly and I moved around, so that I was knelt in-between his legs, our lips barely parting as we moved. 

He put his arms around me and pulled me into him tighter. He put one hand on my waist and slipped his hand just underneath my t-shirt, I gasped slightly as his skin made contact with mine. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to me, allowing him to kiss me more passionately. He moaned softly.

I broke away and kissed the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes and looked at me desire evident in his eyes. "Mike I..."

"It's ok Vic" he said hoarsely. "I know you want to wait..." "And I'm happy with that if you are" I nodded. "Thank you for being so understanding"

"Not at all babe"