Dear readers;
I need a new title so hit me up with you think of one :)
btw this chapter is kinda dirty but nahttttttt reallllyyyy. Again. Watch out for failed attempts of dirty talk.
Marsha grew conscious as she began to notice a solid warm body spooning her. She groaned quietly as she tried to roll away. The person had one hand on hooked around her waist and another rested on her clothed thigh. Both tightened at her attempt to move and she whined tiredly.
Michael lazily buried his head in her the nape of her neck and she giggled as his hand brushed up her side. Soon it made its way to palm her clothes breasts. "Perv" she muttered putting one of her hands over his and he chuckled as he knotted his fingers with hers.
"You're in love with a pervert"he said bluntly under his breath and she hummed in response as her stomach knotted up. "So they say" she said sarcastically and he chuckled as he squeezed their bodies closer together. "I wonder what else they say"he muttered jokingly hoisting a leg over her hip and she giggled hysterically when she noticed an additional presence pressed against her.
And she knew exactly what it was.
"They also say Michael Clifford always wakes up with massive boners" she said through giggled and he snorted. "Did they say how they can go away?"he asked suggestively pulling her more into him to make his point. At this Marsha realized how the moment had escalated and the difference in both their breathing paces.
"Something like that"she said quietly still smiling from her recent giggles and he pressed a kiss to where her jawline met her ear. "Something like what?"he said sucking lightly at the spot and she sucked in air through her teeth sharply at the slight pinch she felt. "Not sure I want to say"she said through a sharp intake and pressed his lips on top of the newly formed bruise.
"Want to show me then?"he said rubbing his groin on her behind and she exhaled loudly as both of his hands moved to encompass her breasts in a caress. "Show you?"she asked distantly feeling her heart's pace quicken as one of his hands slid over her stomach. "Yeah. Get rid of it. You know it's yours baby" he said brushing his lips against her ear as his hand traveled lower in taunting manner.
"So we're staying in bed all day today doing the dirty" she joked but the pit of her stomach fell when his breath hitched and his hand ceased its movement just above the waist band of her pajama pants.
"Fuck"
And like that, his warm body mass was ripped away from hers as he sprinted to the bathroom for a shower. Marsha groaned and turned to bury her face in the pillow as she mentally scowled herself.
Good. Now she'll just die of sexual frustration because she reminded him that he didn't have a free day.
She should shut up more often.
{a/n : *wiggles eyebrows continuously*
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