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

Thirty Six

The driver helped Mike get our bags from the boot of the car, and then gave them to the young man on the hotel door. Mike tipped him heftily, we watched as he drove off, and then made our way into the hotel. 

I looked around in awe at the décor as Mike was checking us in, in was stunning. "Lift's this way babe" said Mike startling me slightly as he stepped away from the reception desk and slipped his arm around my waist. "There bringing our bags to us" I nodded still in awe at the beauty of the place.

We got in the lift and nodded politely at the other occupants. Mike pressed the button for the fourth floor and the lift lurched upwards. I looked around me, even the lift was opulent. I couldn't wait to see what our room was like. I didn't have to wait long. The lift bell jangled suddenly, announcing our arrival on the fourth floor. 

The other people in the lift stepped aside to let us out and we stepped out into the corridor. Mike glanced at the room key, which to my delight was a brass key, on an old fashioned leather fob, a rarity these days in hotels.

"404" he said. We were stood in front of 401. "This way" I pointed left, "why not" shrugged Mike with a grin. Unless we were both being blind there were no signs on the walls depicting which direction the room numbers went in. We guessed right and seconds later were in front of our room. Mike unlocked the door and I mumbled something about needing the loo. Which I did, but I also had a little plan.

I let myself into the bathroom and admired the décor. It was larger than most hotel bathrooms, had a huge old fashioned bathtub, marble floor and a huge mirror, even the toilet looked attractive, in an expensive kind of way. I went to the toilet then got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror critically. 

Hmmm not bad considering we'd been travelling and I barely had any make up on (I rarely bothered for work). 

I rifled in my bag for the purchase I'd made back at the airport and grinned to myself. I could have waited to put it on. But I wanted to do it without Mike suspecting anything. I wanted it to be a surprise for him to find. I wanted tonight, to be 'the' night, and I wanted it to be perfect.

I took the labels off carefully and put them in my bag, careful not to leave any evidence in the bathroom. I slipped into the lingerie, admired my reflection in the mirror (it had the effect I was looking for) and got dressed again quickly, putting my discarded underwear in the bag that the new stuff had come in, and hiding it at the bottom of my handbag again. 

I flushed the toilet in case Mike could hear from the bedroom and made my way back in to main bedroom. I gasped as  I saw the room. It was stunning, but Mike had obviously been planning a little surprise of his own  whilst I'd been in the bathroom.

There was a champagne bucket, complete with champagne on ice, two champagne flutes and a scattering of rose petals all over the dressing table. Mike was busy unpacking our cases which had obviously been bought up, but I hadn't heard the door knock.

Mike turned around and smiled at me as he heard me gasp. "Hey beautiful" he said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around me. "Mike, this is so lovely" I said, getting a little emotional with all the thought and effort that he'd put in. 

"Hey" he said, "I hope that's happy tear" he said wiping it away from my face gently with the back of his hand. I nodded feeling a little silly. "It's nothing" he said a little embarrassed. 

"It is" I tiptoed and kissed him softy, then broke away from him and sat down on the bed.

"Champagne?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. I laughed "yes please".

Mike went and opened the bottle of champagne, I laughed as the cork hit the ceiling. "Nice one"

"Hope I haven't made a mark" he laughed, "they'll charge me a fortune" I looked up at the ceiling. "I think you're safe" I grinned. "Good" he said as he came and sat down beside me and handed me a glass of champagne.

"So what's the plan for the rest of the day?" I asked as I took a sip of my champagne.

"Well" Mike said slipping his free arm around my waist, "I'm taking you out to dinner, and then we're going to the Moulin Rouge"

"Oh Mike" I said touched. "You really know how to spoil a girl" I said. He pulled me into him "I don't know about that, but you're pretty special" I smiled up at him, "so are you" I said, as I turned to him and kissed him softly.

He kissed me back, then put his champagne flute on the floor, he took mine from my hand and did the same then put his other arm around me and pulled me gently down on to the bed with him. He slipped his arm under my t-shirt and stroked my skin softly making my skin tingle with every touch. I swatted his hand away gently.

 "Later Mike" I murmured. He broke away and looked into my eyes searchingly. I nodded at him, letting him know I was sure and kissed him firmly on the mouth before sitting up, grabbing his hands and pulling him up with me. "Now, I understand we have a dinner date Mr. Graham. But what have you bought me to wear?"