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♡ You Tell Him What You Love About Him

You and Michael both lay on the bed, in the sheets panting as you've just finished pleasuring each other.

"That...Was....Amazing," Michael says between breaths.

"Hmm, yeah it was," you say. "Are you going to turn the lights on now?"

You loved making love to Michael, but you didn't like how he had to turn the lights down every time you'd do it. He was always a shy person, but you are getting anxious to see him without them on.

"Hold on." You hear him shuffling on the floor and in the closet, while your waiting patiently in the dark and then he turns the lights on, revealing him in a red silk robe.

You sit up and say, "How come you never want me seeing you?"

"(Y/N), i told you before, I'm embarrassed."

"But why? You've seen me." You see him looking down. "I just think it's fair." You cover the sheets up to your breasts more.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But you know how i can be..." he blushes.

You decided that it's enough, and you get up putting your white robe on and slowly walking up to him. At first he didn't know what you were doing, but after you began unfastening his robe belt, he held it tighter towards him, refusing to let go.

You sighed, "Michael, please."

He reluctantly dropped the robe, revealing his entire naked body. You blushed lightly at how handsome he is, especially...down there. He covered his face with his hands and mumbled,

"God..."

You removed his hands from his face and gave him a kiss on the lips, placing your hand at the back of his head in the process, shortly after it turned into a make-out session.

"Look, Michael," you begin after pulling away. "I don't know why you don't like showing me your body. But i think it's beautiful, and i love you no matter what."

He smiles but it soon disappears and then he says, "I love you too, but what about my damn vitiligo? I know the marks are hideous and I'm sorry," he puts his robe back on, "you have to see them."

You are shocked at his words and say, "Michael, i don't freaking care how many goddamn spots you have on your skin! You're perfect just the way you are. And it hurts that you can't see yourself the way i see you. I love everything about you." You kiss his nose.

"Oh really?" he says; you nod. "What else do you love about me?" he strokes the top of your hair back.

"Hmm, well, sit down and I'll tell you everything else," you say motioning to the bed. You both then sit down and you stare into his eyes, looking lovingly at him.

"Michael, i love the way we first met and how cute you were when you were shy around me, and even still now sometimes. I love the way you giggle at my jokes and your laugh is so contagious that it brings light to my life. I love the way your beautiful brown eyes sparkle when you look at me. I love your soft angelic voice when you sing and even when you just talk because i know that you could never yell at me since you're heart is so gentle and caring. I love everything you do for the world, especially the children - and our own. Come to think of it, you're such a good father to our children, the best! and you're also the best husband i, or anyone could ever ask for. You're my one and only, i love you so, so, so, so, so, so, so, much."
You finish off by kissing him on the cheek then the lips, and forehead, then everywhere else. You look at him and see his eyes watering a little at your words.

"R-Really?" he says.

"The list could go on and on, baby."

He smiles and kisses you back, gently pushing you back down on the bed and unfastening your robe to reveal your body again.

"I'm glad you think that about me. But i still love you more," he says.

"Oh we'll see about that."

"Bring it on, Mrs Jackson." You smile brightly at him as you remove his robe and climb on top of him, planning on showing each other how much you really  love one another. From then on, he never turned out the lights again during sex.

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