Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Michael was still crying a little when Story came back in the room, her wedding ring still sparkled as if it were bought yesterday. It distracted Michael daily. Story looked at her husband and climbed into the bed with him, careful of the tubes and wires, and careful not to put all her weight on him. "I remember the first time we had a movie night." Story said softly like him, as he ran his fingers through her red hair. He chuckled breathlessly, "I remember seeing you in those shorts and not being able to think straight the entire time." Story chuckled and said, "Yeah, I know. I was making sure you were a gentleman. And you were." Michael smiled at the thought of her. He couldn't ever really believe that she was his. "Yeah, gentleman enough to make you wait for all of this." Michael joked. Story rolled her eyes and said, "Correction there, Mr. Clifford, but I recall I made you wait." The bickered back and forth for a few minutes. A few moments they were silent. "I'm never going to be able to make love to you ever again." He whispered. For a moment Story felt like crying, even on his death bed he still wanted to see her naked. "Michael, is that all you think about?"

She asked moving her head from her chest so se could look him in the eye.