Warning: Dirty.
#Imagine
"Babe, I'm going to miss you so much!" Michael whispers into your ear as a salty tear streams down his pale face.
"I'm going to miss you more." you whimper unable to disconnect yourself from his embrace.
"Maybe, you can skip this tour." you try to light up the atmosphere.
As you've been crying for the last 3 days, tears refuse to come out now and your eyes are red and dry.
"I love you so much." he tells you placing a kiss on your forehead.
"I love you too but this is hard, Mikey." you sigh.
"I know it is. Trust me, I know." his beautiful features twist into a grimace that explains how bad he feels.
Two months. This is the time he will be away from you.
And the thought of being unable to touch his cheek in the morning, of being unable to make his waking up coffee, being unable to kiss his lips when you go to bed, being unable to hold his hand while you walk into the park.....
It wasn't the first time he goes on tour but he never flew to America before.
You were so happy he lives his dream but it is heart breaking that you aren't a part of his dream. And this thought makes tears appear again.
Your vision gets blurry but you still can tell he is crying too.
Your little fighter is crying too.
"No, Michael, please." you wimper. Like it wasn't enough he breaks into sobs.
"It's hard, [Y/N]. Is so damn hard. I love music but the love I have for you breaks me into pieces. I want to feel you touching my cheek in the mornings as you think I sleep, I want to drink your coffee every day, I want to peck your lips before going to bed every night, I want to hold your hand while we are having a walk into the park. I don't want to be away. I can't see straight thinking it will be 2 months." he sobs into your shoulder.
It is too much. Way too much.
Your hands cup his gergeous face, his cheeks being now a slightly redder than before.
You look into his eyes as he wipes away the dry tears on your cheeks.
The realisatiom hits you like a rock. He wants the same. He wants exactly what you want.
You never had a doubt he is the love of your life but this makes you feel he's truly your soulmate.
"Shh, shh. I promise it will be ok. We will skype and talk on the phone and text each other and I will watch your performances, luckily I won't have to ask you to livestream me maybe somebody else will." you comfort him.
He swiftly places a kiss on your forehead.
Than another one on your right eye. Than another on your cheek. And here comes another one on your earlobe. And finally he kisses your lips.
You feel like everything disappears around you. There is no room, no walls around you, no clock, no time, no pressure, no leaving.
It burns. The kiss burns your lips and you try to fight the urge to part them and kiss him harder than you ever did.
But as your soulmate, he tries the same. The difference between you two is that he gives up.
His lips part leaving a soft moan echo in your mouth. His hot tongue is now praying for entrance, brushing your bottom lip. His scent invade your nostrils and his fresh mint and banana milkshake mouth makes you wanna scream.
A soft moan escapes your now parted lips. His kiss lasts until you pull away feeling like passing out because the lack of air.
"That was intense!" he laughs.
Oh darn God, you are going to miss that laugh.
"Yes, yes it was." you force out a laugh.
"Can I do something?" his shy tone asks insecure.
"Of course babe, you can do whatever you want to." you smile grabbing ahold of his hand and kiss the top of it.
He suddenly wraps his arms aroun you. One round your waist and the other on the back of you knees and lift you up.
"Mikey, what are you doing?" you giggle in surprise. That clearly wasn't something you had expected.
"Something I should have done much more before." he winks at you and drags the two of us in the bedroom.
When you are rested on the edge of the matress your eyes widen and you feel like talking but the words seem to be blocked in your throat by something bigger.
Emotion.
Nervousness.
"Baby, I promise it will feel better than ever." he seductively whispers in your ear. He is knelt in front of you, as your legs are slightly opened allwoing his presence to sit inbetween of them. His elbows rest on your thighs as the whisperer came out.
Now he's in front of you, his hands searching for the hem of your jeans.
Petrified, you just sit there watching your boyfriend undressing you in the sexiest way somebody's eyes could capture.
Slidind the grey panties once with the jeans down your legs, he shyly smiles again trying to show no nervousness.
His eyes take a full view of you as he help you jumping out of the cloth.
Your cheeks are getting redder with every millisecond passing, you can feel it.
"Oh baby, you're blushing!"he somehow makes you sure of this fact.
