Claire Bear (M.A.D)

Chapter Four

Claire

The car ride was slightly squashed but not in a bad way at all as I sat between Michael and Aiden in the back. Michael had been talking a mile a minute since we got in the car making sure I was fully up-to-date on all the things I'd missed at the MADHouse and all about the messages, letters, pictures and gifts he got from fans.  

I watched, hypnotized, as his lips danced in smiles and smirks and excitement and his eyes laughed. He was bubbling with so much excitement it was contagious and I couldn't help smiling idiotically as he babbled on.  

I got out of the car - correction; I was dragged out of the car by Michael - and took a look at the MADHouse for the first time in months.  

Michael pulled my bag out of the trunk with one hand and then took my hand in the other.  

We went into the house and Michael took me straight upstairs to put my bag away, talking a mile a minute in excitement about all the great things we needed to do before I went back home. Obviously, back then I hadn't known what was going to happen...but let's not mention that just yet.  

Michael dropped my bag at the foot of the bed and turned to me, babbling something about dancing and twerking on a YouNow (I don't think he realised that I'd been watching every single twitcam and YouNow they did while we were apart.) 

I couldn't take it any longer.  

I rose to my tip-toes and kissed him softly mid-sentence.  

"Sorry." He smiled as I pulled my lips away slowly. "I'm just so excited to have you back, Bear." 

"That's Claire Bear to you, mister." I smiled and kissed him again.  

I pulled away but his lips followed mine and were locked against them once more. The kiss got hungrier and Michael kicked the door closed as he slowly brought me around and pushed me onto the bed.  

We lay inseperable on our sides facing each other. Michael had a hand under my chin, his thumb brushing against my cheek and his other hand pressed against the small of my back.  

My hands danced against the back of his neck and head as the kiss got deeper and his lips pressed harder. They slid down over his shoulders and pressed against his chest.  

"Michael." I murmured as ur lips parted enough to bring in a short breath before pressing together again. His tongue entered my mouth and explored. I pulled away enough to whisper "Michael, please". He pushed off his shoes and so did I and we clambered further onto the bed as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I pulled off Michael's beanie and tossed it aside before running my fingers through his hair.  

Before I knew it, our bare, sweaty skin was pressed together with nothing to seperate us. Michael broke the kiss and I let out a moan of protest which soon turned to pleasure as he moved them down my neckline, sucking softly.

Our sweaty bodies lay enveloped in each other, barely allowing it to be told where one person ended and another began. 

I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the tickle of his breath against my neck.