Random Imagines

Wrapped Around My Finger (M.C.)

Michael Clifford

I sat at my vanity looking at my reflection while applying a little bit of mascara. Once I set it back into my make up bag, the pads of my fingers searched around for my light shaded lipstick. My fingers grabbed a hold of the small cylinder; I took it out removing the cap. As I was about to apply it when I felt two strong arms snake their way around my waist.

"You know, you don't need all of that," my boyfriend whispered huskily into my hair.

I giggled a little bit setting the lipstick down and placing my hands over his, "I know. I just want to look nice."

"But you already look nice without all that crap on your face."

I looked at his reflection in the mirror and batted my eyelashes. His green eyes twinkled with happiness and wonder.

"I mean who else are you trying to impress? You already have me," he chuckled cockily.

"You're lucky I love you, Clifford," I giggled cheekily.

Michael gave me a little squeeze as I closed my eyes, "Aww, I love you too."

He took his index finger tilting my chin to face him. My lips attached to his but just for a split second.

"Do we have to go to this party?" He whined as I put a little bit of lipstick on.

"Yes we do," I set down the lipstick reaching down to my feet fastening the buckles of my heals that were loosely hanging from my feet just a few seconds ago.

"But I don't want to be in a suit," he stomped his feet like a three year old throwing a temper tantrum.

"Michael Gordon Clifford! You are nineteen years old, you shouldn't be complaining about going to a sophisticated party for my parents."

He made a sour face. I giggled standing up, smoothing out my simple black dress. My hands found their way up to his tie straightening it out a bit.

I tugged him down to my level, our faces centimeters apart, "Besides that, I think you look hot in a suit."

He smirked at me closing the space between our mouths once again for a second time.

When he pulled away he gave me a devilish smirk, "That dress looks nice on you."

I tilted my head to the side and smiled, "Thank you."

"Now just imagine what it would look like on the floor after I ripped off of you. Better right?"

My lips pursed together and playfully shoved him, "You horny-ass bastard."

He flashed his million dollar smile stumbling back and beginning to laugh.

"I can't help it," he threw his arms up in surrender. "If you had a girlfriend as hot as mine I think you would get thoughts too."

I rolled my eyes playfully grabbing the lipstick and putting the cap back on it.

"Can you grab me my purse please?"

He groaned flopping over the bed to the other side of the room. His index finger and his thumb picked it up like it was a used tampon or something. Mike's face contorts to another sour face, making gagging noises.

"It's a purse not a used tampon," I joked reaching for it.

He grasped onto the handle tighter pulling it away from my reach.

"Hey!" I whined.

"I'll give it to you under one condition."

I groaned, "What is it?"

"Kiss me!" He puckered up his lips.

I kissed his cheek near the corner of his mouth in a teasing manor, leaving a lipstick mark there.

"There. My purse?" I held out my hand.

He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand gave me a 'seriously?' look.

"You didn't say where?" I asked innocently.

He rolled his eyes giving me my purse.

"Thanks love," I smiled, pecking his lips.

I put a few necessary things in it then walking over to my closet grabbing a blazer.

"Okay, let's go," I giggled as we began walking out of our apartment.

"Have I ever told you I loved you?" He wrapped his arms around my waist again, walking out into the parking garage.

"We're going to the party Micael and that's final," I sternly said.

He let out a puff of air and let go of me.

"Fine," he mumbled.

I smiled to myself once we got to the car.

I have him wrapped around my finger.