Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Michael put on some sweat pants and a tight t-shirt and slipped on his shoes as he walked out the door. He stopped at the small corner store a few minutes down the road, buying popcorn and soda, and then he was in the elevator going up. He knocked on her door, after remembering which one it was. The door swung open and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. There Story stood, her pajamas being very short shorts and a very very low cut tank top, with lace on the breast part. "Hi Michael!" She exclaimed loudly and pulled him into a hug. "Hey Story!" He copied her enthusiasm. She fucking giggled.

Michael was gonna have a hard time concentrating tonight, and Story knew what she was doing.