The night had come that we'd be traveling to my hometown of Atlanta Georgia. I was quite happy to be hitting home turf and some familiarity. We'd have the next day off and I intended on taking the boys sightseeing and to my house for a cookout. I'd only warned my mother two days in advance and she wasn't the most happy camper with me. I'd also have time to spend the night in my apartment.
Needless to say this visit would be a much needed one.
"Are you guys excited?" I asked.
"I guess so, it's just another city." Luke said.
"Hey you twerp, it's my city!" I said, pinching his leg.
"Okay okay okay I'm excited." He said.
"What do y'all wanna do for the day? Lunch, amusement parks, museums?" I asked.
"How about we wake up, have lunch, do amusement stuff, hit your house, and sleep then sightsee more the next day?" Ashton asked.
"You my dear are amazing." I said, walking over to Ashton and ruffling his hair. "I think I'm gonna watch a movie in my bunk."
"I'll come join." Michael said, putting the play station controller down and following me out of the media room and towards the bunks.
"What movie do you want?" I asked.
"Any." He said, pulling the curtain to my bunk back and allowing me to climb in.
"Warm Bodies?" I asked.
He chuckled a bit at me, "sure."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, you're just adorable." He said.
"Thanks?" I said questioning him.
We got comfortable in the bunk, me laying curled into Michael's side. The movie started extremely slow, leaving me restless at his side.
"Why are you so fidgety? Do I make you nervous?" He asked.
"Not at all, just a bit restless."
"Relax." He said rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
"That's not fair." I said, sticking my lower lip out.
"What's not fair?" He asked, puzzled.
"You, you're so... You and it makes me melt." I whispered.
"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." I said.
He leaned over and gently pressed his lips to mine, the idea of watching he movie flying out of my mind.
"Are you melting now?" He asked.
"A bit." I grinned.
"Hmm." He pressed his lips together.
I waited for him to make the next move. Michael placed his lips onto mine again, with more force and an urgency I'd yet to experience. There was no battle for dominance as I allowed Michael to lead the kiss, moving his lips with expert skill.
Things became more intense as he moved from laying beside me to resting on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms.
He let up for a few seconds to catch his breath, eyelids fluttering open. I took this chance to lean up and take his lips in mine. I became more forceful as I pushed him into a sitting position. His hands flying to my hips and my hands pushed his head closer to mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I sat in his lap.
We continued kissing back and forth for some amount of time I'd never actually figure out.
When we pulled away, both realizing we'd need a break and that our lips were quite swollen, Michael's hand flew to my hair and pushed it from my eyes.
"That was..." He started, taking a breath, "intense."
I laughed quietly.
"Where did you learn that?" He asked.
I turned red and pushed my head into his chest.
"You're the cutest." He said, as we began snuggling again, cutting off the movie.
"Michael?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"I'm anxious for tomorrow." I replied.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to feel pressured to fit into my life anywhere." I responded.
"Don't think, okay?" He said, grasping my hand and kissing it.
"Easy for you to say." I said.
"I'm terrified, you know." He said, "I'm not sure what to expect."
"For now, I'm gonna shut my eyes and fall asleep next to you, okay?" I asked.
"Sounds great although I'm not promising that I'll go back to my bunk." He said cheekily.
"You're so warm, I might not let you go if you did." I said.
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
I fell asleep nestled in Michael's arms, nervous for the next day but ready.
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