Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 2 - "How to offend Michael Clifford"

I gasped as Michael pulled me closer, one of his hands on the back of my neck and the other in the small of my back. His thumb rubbed my neck gently as our lips moved, and he started to sway gently. I pulled away after about a minute.

"Shit, Flora, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Michael rushed, but I placed my finger gently over his lips.

"It was good," I assured him. "I just wasn't expecting it." His eyes lit up as he relaxed, then he invited me into his dorm room.

"Pizza?" he offered, but I shook my head as I sat on his bed. "Come on, babe, pizza!"

"I don't want pizza Michael, I came to be with you," I whispered, making eye contact. His pink lips widened into a smile and he wrapped his arms around me.

"You're so cute," he laughed, lying down and taking me with him. "Not many girls would turn down pizza over me."

"I don't like pizza that much anyway," I admitted, and I felt him stiffen.

"What the fuck?" he asked, dramatically throwing his hand against his chest. "Of course you were too good to be true!" I shook my head, laughing.

"You should have majored in theatre studies," I told him. "You're very dramatic."

"And you should have majored in how to offend Michael Clifford. It's very difficult but guess who managed it?"

"Me." I stuck my tongue out. "I was kind of hoping you had chicken strippers to offer me though."

"Well of course I do, what kind of a monster do you think I am?" I opened my mouth to speak before he interrupted me. "Actually, no, don't answer that. The chicken is on my desk."

"I'm not moving, Kiri had me doing this really intense workout earlier and now I hurt," I complained.

"Well I know how to fix that right up," he said. I looked at him like don't you dare say anything sexual and he shrugged. "I'll give you a massage, trust me."

"What do I have to do in exchange?" I asked, unsure.

"Take your top and bra off," he winked. "I'm being serious, it'll fuck your back up if I do it while you've still got a bra on." I rolled my eyes and took my top off before lying down on my front and undoing my bra. "Dammit Lighthawk, you were supposed to show me your boobs."

"Hmm... maybe later," I said, realising how comfortable his bed was in comparison with my plank of wood. I smiled into the thick covers and let my eyes shut as Michael rubbed my back.
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"Shut up," Michael hissed as I woke up. "She's asleep." I kept my eyes closed and listened in on his conversation.

"But you put my duvet over her," another voice complained. "I want my duvet."

"So I have to wake her up?"

"Yes," the other person said, and Michael sighed. He walked over to the bed and shook my shoulder gently.

"Flora, I'm sorry. Luke wants his duvet back and I put it over you to keep you warm," he whispered, and I nodded slowly.

"Take it," I told him, and as he took the duvet off me I realised I was now only in my dance leggings having taken off my bra for the massage, and me being me I'd rolled over in my sleep. I prayed Luke wasn't looking, but he must have been as Michael hurriedly shoved the duvet into his arms and slammed the door. I threw my arms around my chest as Michael turned back around. He handed me my bra which he'd put on the desk, and turned his back as I put it back on. "I'm decent," I promised, and he faced me again.

"I'm so sorry Flora, I completely forgot you'd taken your top off until I took the duvet-"

"Shush, it's fine," I assured him. "People basically see all of me when I'm in my leotards anyway." He nodded and hugged me anyway.

"I should have just told Luke to bugger off. Now he's gonna question me and he's gonna convince the others I fucked you," he pouted.

"And that's a bad thing why?" I laughed, and he frowned before shrugging.

"You are very hot," he whispered, his face getting closer to my own. He looked at my lips, and I opened my mouth slightly. "Please let me kiss you," he begged, and I simply nodded. He moved even closer, pressed his forehead against mine, and kissed me.

Michael didn't kiss like anyone else I'd ever met. He started by simply pressing his lips against mine, then he pulled me closer. He took a while to do anything else, but when he did it was magical.

After making out for a little while we pulled apart, and he looked at me, his beautiful blue eyes shining. He smiled and shook his head.

"I can't believe a girl as pretty as you would like me," he said quietly.

"Well I do, so you'd better get used to it," I replied. "But I need to get back to my dorm, Grace will be waiting for me." He nodded and looked down.

"See you later," he whispered, and I kissed his forehead as I left. I walked across campus to get back to my dorm room, where Grace was sat eagerly awaiting my return.

"What happened?!" she demanded. "Did you fuck?"

"No!" I replied indignantly. "I arrived, he shouted at me for not liking pizza, he gave me a massage while I was topless, I fell asleep, he and Luke saw my boobs, we kissed."

"You kissed him!"

"Well he kissed me but yeah," I summed up.

"Michael Clifford!" I laughed.

"Goodnight Gracie," I said, pulling on my pyjamas and settling into bed - which was not as comfortable as Michael's. I plugged my phone in to charge and read the text that lit up my screen.
Michael C: I miss you already :( night night beautiful, see you soon x