Bad Dreams //mgc

51.

*Cara's POV*

I'm disoriented for a moment when I first wake up, but as soon as I hear Michael's raspy "Good morning angel" I remember where I am.

"Mmm good morning Mikey," I say back to him, stretching. Holy hell I'm sore.

"What would you like to do today? Today is all up about you." he asks, the love is evident in his voice.

"Stay in bed? I don't think I can move," Okay that's embarrassing. He laughs, which just makes it worse and I feel the heat on my cheeks. I can't help it. It's been months, and I can't lie, Michael is without a doubt the biggest I've ever had.

"I have no complaints on that one angel," he chuckles, pulling me closer to him. I roll my eyes at him.

"I'd seriously have to question your manhood if you did!" I say sarcastically. "My manhood leaves no room to be questioned," he retorts with a sly smirk. Ain't that the truth! I roll my eyes again. I'm really bad at quick comebacks, so most of the time I just don't bother.

I actually wouldn't mind staying just like this all day, curled up into his chest, his arms holding me tight. I feel safe when I'm in his arms. "Mikey?" I am making random designs on his chest with my fingertips, giving him goosebumps.

"Hm?"
"Thank you again. For this weekend. This is perfect. I really needed this."

"You've had a lot hit you all at once. It can be really overwhelming. Sometimes you just need a break to clear your head," he said with a shrug. We laid in silence for while, just holding each other before he climbed out of bed. "Stay here," he said as he grabbed the small duffle bag he brought and went into the bathroom. I couldn't help but stare at his naked ass as he did. Damn I love his ass. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a running bath and my nose is infiltrated by the tantalizing scent of vanilla. Bath and Body Works to be exact. It's my absolute favorite.

He walks over to my side of the bed as my gaze shifts downward. I can feel my cheeks heating up as I look at him in all his nakedness. I feel the pull in my stomach and I force myself to look back up to his now cocky smirk. Busted! He reaches my side of the bed and holds both hands out for me. I grab his hands and he walks backwards leading me into the bathroom to a waiting hot bubblebath. He helps me into the bath so I don't slip then climbs in behind me, wrapping his long legs around my waist and his arms around my chest as I lean back onto his.

We lay in the bath silently for a long time, Michael cupping water in his hands and drizzing it over my exposed skin, until all the bubbles are gone and the water starts to chill too much to enjoy anymore. Not a word was spoken the entire time but it was peaceful and relaxing, perfect.

"It's getting a little chilly," he whispered, breaking the silence. He steps out, wraps a towel around his waist and holds one out for me as I climb out of the bath. He wraps it around me, his arms following the towel and resting his chin on my head as we stare at each other in the mirror. "I love you so much Cara," he tells me, his voice full of love.

"I love you too Michael. I have never felt this way about anybody before. Ever."

"Neither have I," he whispers.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks as we leave the bathroom.

"A lot better. Still a little sore but that bath helped a lot," I tell him.

"I could help work out the rest of the ache, you know? It would help both of our aches." I catch on to his hidden meaning as I glance down. "I'll go slow," he whispers, blowing in my ear. And he does.

Last night we were both so fierce and desperate for that connection, but this... There was nothing but love and passion and desire. I am so madly in love with him, there's no turning back, even if I wanted to.

I have no idea what time it is right now. Neither of us has touched our phones and the standard provided alarm clock has yet to be plugged in, but my stomach is telling me it's time to eat.

"Shall we venture out for food?" I ask. I don't want to get up, I'm so comfortable here, but I am really hungry. "It's your day, remember? Whatever you want to do." I get up out of the bed and grab the bag he brought in for me. I open the bag and let out a small gasp. What the hell? "Where did these clothes come from? These aren't mine!"

"They are now," he answers with a smile. "I didn't want to give anything away so I bought you clothes for the weekend." He smiles and shrugs like it's no big deal. Oh my god! I look at what he packed and everything is exactly the right size and definitely my style. "How did I get someone so perfect?" Oh, I hadn't meant to say that out loud, but I don't mind. I throw on a pair of new Hollister skinny jeans with a gray cropped sweater (he assured me everything was washed before he packed it). He even got me new Van's, a pair to match each shirt! I put on the gray ones and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. He bought a new toothbrush and my favorite toothpaste, he thought of everything! It doesn't take Michael long to get ready - a pair of skinny jeans, band tee, leather coat that looks sexy as hell on him... Time to go eat.