the fabulists [m.c.]

four

I've never really written this kind of thing so I'm sORRY IF IT SUCKS
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Michael nipped at my ear lobe, causing me to moan out loudly. he smirked against my skin when he slowly moved his lips down my jaw line.

"fuck, Mikey," spilled out of my mouth so many times, as if it was water flowing steadily through a stream.

"be quiet, princess. the boys are in the next room. if you're loud, you'll be punished. you understand?" Michael cooed as his lips traveled to my collar bones where I just knew there would be a mark later.

"y-yes," I managed to whisper.

Michael's hands seemed to roam all throughout my body at once. it was like magic.

somehow my shirt ended up being thrown off in a panic, Michael's hands attacking my chest. 

I noticed at that moment, that I was barely touching Michael; my hands barely tugging at his hair.

his lips were attacking mine feverishly. I had given into his dominance and let him open my mouth with his own. my hand started to roam his body at that moment. I tugged at the bottom of his muscle tee and he lifted it over his head quite quickly.

"damn, princess. you're so fucking gorgeous. everything about you," Michael's voice softly echoed throughout the room.

I took over at that moment and moved my body until I was straddling Michael. I stared into his eyes and cradled his face in my hands before I delved back into a passionate and deepened kiss.

his hands played with the buttons on my black jeans, causing me to giggle.

"this isn't supposed to be fucking funny, Adeline! I'm trying to be seductive!" Michael laughed at his own words.

"I know! I know," I said softly the second time as I kissed him once again, while simultaneously unbuttoning my own jeans.

I slid them down my legs, crawled back on top of Michael, and started to unbutton his jeans that were the confiding more skin I wanted to explore.

I inched my hands up his thighs, never breaking away from his eyes.

"I can't believe we're actually-" Michael started but was cut off by myself being awoken by Andrea.

"what the hell were you dreaming about?" Andrea said loudly, a smirk on her face.

"what? what are you talking about?" I asked groggily while rubbing my eyes.

Andrea's eyes widened as she said, "I walked in here to wake you up for breakfast, and you were rolling around and moaning! what the fuck were you dreaming about?"

"oh, um, oh. I was just, um; I had a nightmare," I responded, trying to cover up the fact that the dream I had was the furthest thing from a nightmare. Although the dream was honestly the best dream I've ever had, it confuses me that I'm having that type of dream when I've only known Michael for such a short period of time. Maybe he's affecting my feelings more than I'm affecting his; and that can't happen.

Andrea's words interrupted my thoughts when she said, "well, it may just be me," she turned on her heel and headed for the door, "but I don't moan out boys' names in my nightmares."