That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

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I heard the music stop and stuff being put up. I felt my body being lifted and carried. I opened my eyes to see my black haired boyfriend cradling me in his arms.

"I can walk, you know?" I giggled. He nodded before going up the stairs, me hollering a goodnight. I opened the door and he kicked it shut before throwing me on the bed. He turned out the lights and took his pants off and his shirt and slid under the covers beside me. I plugged my phone up and laid down, away from Michael. I felt him scoot over and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling my body into his. I turned over so I was facing him. I placed my hands on his bare chest before turning back over to fall asleep. I felt him place kisses on the back of my neck in a soothing way. That was the last thing I remember before actually falling asleep.
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I woke up to his side of the bed being empty and laughter from downstairs. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and wiped the dried mascara out from under my eyes and slid my socks on and walked downstairs.

I could see Michael laughing with my grandparents, my brothers digging into breakfast, and my parents no where to be seen.

"There's my little princess." My grandpa smiled.

I smiled back and sat next to Michael who was sat next to my grandma and my grandpa on the other side of her.

"I swear, they remind me of us." She looked at him before he planted a kiss on her lips.

I smiled at the scene before me, squealing.

"I swear that is the cutest thing." Michael laughed at me, getting up and walking to the kitchen to get food. I wasn't really a morning person so I wasn't use to eating in the mornings.

He came with a plate of food and offered me some. I shook my head as he ate some, his mouth being completely full of food. I laughed and poked his cheek as he chewed. I got up and went to the fridge and got the apple juice out and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.

I poured some, knowing Michael didn't get him anything to drink. I took it back into the living room and handed it to him, him smiling in appreciation.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." He smiled. I grabbed his glass away from him again and took a drink before handing it back.

"Hey!" He yelled out to me as I walked away. I turned around to see what he wanted, "I love you!"

"Love you too."
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It was now that night and nothing really happened during the day. We only had tomorrow and tomorrow night before we leave back for Sydney and get ready for the boys to go on tour again.

I felt the bed move as Michael snuggle closer to me. His lower half coming in contact with mine. I turned to face him a little bit, him groaning out.

"Don't do that." He growled.

I looked at him before doing it again. He leaned up, straddling my hips, not putting too much pressure on me, considering I was much smaller than him.

"I said don't do that." He whispered dangerously close to my ear, and let me tell it you. It. Was. Hot.

He grabbed my hands that was placed on his bare chest and pinned them above my head before leaning down and kissing my lips. He immediately deepened the kiss. He moved his lips to my neck before I got on top and used the to my advantage. I smiled, grinding my hips onto his, placing delicate kissing on his neck before finding a place that made him moan out quietly and sucking there for a few moments, but not long enough to leave a hickey or anything. Him on the other hand, I probably have three or four because of him. He groaned as he placed his hands on my hips, telling me to stop.

"Why?"

"I don't want you doing something because you feel like you have to."

I placed one more kiss on his lips before removing myself from his body.

"I love you." I heard him mumbled before falling asleep.