Michael and Rory laid in Rory's hospital bed, their legs intertwined and their chests pressed together.
It'd had been a long and stressful four days since the accident and Rory was slowly recovering from both the crash and the loss of the baby.
"We could always, try again you know?" Michael shrugged as his fingers traced random shapes on Rory's thigh. She cocked an eyebrow at the black haired boy.
"What do you mean?" Michael let a small laugh escape his lips, he looked down to his girlfriend and smiled.
"For a kid, you know, if you want to.." Michael trailed off. A smile broke out on Rory's face at Michael's proposition. Yes, they were still young but Rory wanted nothing more than to be with Michael and Michael wanted nothing more than to be with Rory.
"Of course I do," Rory beamed. Michael untangled himself from Rory and instructed her to lay flat on her back; Rory complied and let a few giggles leave her lips. Michael knelt on his knees and looked over to the door, making sure it was closed securely before placing his legs on either side of Rory's hips. He pulled his grey t-shirt over his head and flung it to the end of the bed before leaning down and pressing light kisses on Rory's chapped lips.
"Gordon," Rory giggled as his lips trailed off to her jaw. "Yes, Ana?" He mumbled against the skin on her throat, his lips not leaving their place.
"As much as I'm enjoying this-" She laughed as Michael ran his hands hands over her hips. "I must ask, what are you doing?" She laughed as Michael detached his lips from her throat and cupped her cheeks in his large palms. Michael's signature cheeky grin broke out on his face as he brushed his nose against Rorys.
"Well, I was planning on making a baby Clifford, what about you?" He teased as he pressed his forehead against hers. Rory let out a small giggle as she locked her hands around the back of Michael's neck, twisting the hairs on the nape of his neck in her fingers. "Michael, we can't do that here!" Rory groaned.
Michael cocked an eyebrow at Rory, "Why not?" The small girl groaned once again and sighed "Because, we're in a hospital, I'm in this horrible night gown, this bed is ridiculously uncomfortable and I look awful." Rory listed out as Michael rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, you look beautiful okay? Even when you're bruised, broken and haven't had a shower in two days, you're beautiful!" Michael grinned as the heat rose on Rory's cheeks.
Before she could speak, Michael leant down so his lips grazed her ear,
"I'd take you right here, right now, if you weren't stuck in this shitty hospital." He teased.
Rory bit down on her lower lip and took a deep breath, "The boys are
at the door," She whispered with a giggle, Michaels eyes going wide as he pulled away from Rory to retrieve his shirt.
Luke and Ashton raised their eyebrows at the couple, "You two are like rabbits," Ashton laughed as Luke fake gagged.
"I mean this in the nicest possible way but, why are you guys here?" Michael asked, moving himself to sit on one of the chairs next to Rory's bed. Luke coughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, "There's someone here to see Rory." Rory shrugged, "I'm not expecting anyone, my parents are cruising around Europe so, it's not them."
Ashton looked between Rory and Michael and sighed, "It's Calum." Michael immediately stood to his feet and shook his head furiously. "No, he is not coming in, tell him to fûck off!" Michael growled, his fits clenching as he spoke.
"Michael, calm down." Rory sighed, her lightly bruised hands running over her face. Michael spun around to face Rory, "Calm down? You want me to calm down? He nearly killed me Rory!" Michael yelled, his eyes darkening in anger.
