"I missed you so much." You pull back and rapidly blink your eyes to hold back any splashes of emotion threatening to fall down
your cheeks. "I missed you more, babe. I got you some flowers," You blush at the pet name and take the flowers from his outstretched hands, "Luke said I should've got lilies but Ashton disagreed and they ended up falling out, that's why I was late. I'm really sorry." You wave him off and turn back into your apartment to get a vase for the roses so they don't die whilst you're out.
"Come in, I'll just put these in a vase and then we can go. Am I dressed right?" You remember to ask him about the dress code. Even with your back turned to him you can feel his beady eyes trained over your body, scanning it before humming in approval. "You look perfect, Y/N. I don't know this town very well so I just asked the taxi driver for his favourite place and it sounded nice so I booked it." Carefully you arrange the flowers in a vase and clasp your hands together.
"I'm ready now. God Clifford, you're wearing a suit!" It's only now you take in the magnificent linen lining his skin and the sharpened jawline gracing his face. "You look so sophisticated." You marvel, reaching up and tracing your fingers over his stubble. His lips twist into a smirk and he bats your fingers away. "Not yet, princess. I know you want me but at least wait until after dinner, we wouldn't want to miss the reservation, would we?" His silky voice sends shudders down your spine as it drops an octave.
"We wouldn't..." He takes your hand in his and leads you out the apartment, waiting for you to lock it and then escorting you to a waiting taxi. He gives the driver the name of the restaurant and you sit back against the chapped leather.
"How's your life been since I last saw you?" You wonder aloud.
Michael gazes from the window to the blurring city lights. "A mess," He pauses to chuckle before carrying on, "We're in the middle of touring and we don't go home for five more months. Everything's just so busy, it's crazy." You see the sadness reflected in his eyes and lean across to rest your head on his broadened shoulder.
"At least it isn't too long until you get to see the people you love." A smile replaces the pout and he nods excitedly. "I'll be happy when I get to see my family again, I've missed them." The adoration filling his features makes you want to lean up and kiss his perfectly luscious lips. So you do.
Although slightly surprised by your bold move Michael kisses back, his hands moving to your lower back as you discreetly unfasten your seatbelt in order to sling your leg over his thighs. With renewed access to his face you press harder, enjoying the swirling feelings of angst and lust. It's been so long since you've been with him and now he's back you can't get enough.
You move your lips further down and grace them along the sensitive streak of skin that sends him whimpering. His fingers dig into your skin and the small noises that fall on your ears indicate you're doing to right thing so you suck on the pale skin a little harder, knowing if you increase the pressure you'll leave a mark.
The taxi driver begins to slow and you look outside to see you're pulling up beside the restaurant. Reluctantly you slip off Michael and grab together your stuff, using the camera on your phone to make sure you haven't smudged anything.
You both get out and Michael pays the taxi driver. He's turning to enter the building when you catch his arm and shake your head. "Let me just..." You swipe your thumb over and around his lips to take off some of your transferred lipstick before trying to get it off his neck with no avail.
The colour on his neck won't shift so you move your head closer, letting your tongue glide over the stained skin. He lets out a throaty groan until you pull back and successfully scrub off the rest of the lipstick. "All better."
His face twists into one of annoyance as he links your arm with his. "Such a tease, Y/N." You smirk as he opens the door for you, "I learnt from the best."
Michael doesn't respond to this, only grabbing the attention of a server to escort you to your table. You let out a sigh of relief as you see it's a booth in an airy back corner of the restaurant. After ordering some drinks and scanning the menu, the conversation begins to get interesting.
"So Clifford, tell me," You rest your elbows on the table and put your face between your palms, "How many girls have you slept with since I last saw you?" Although you're intrigued to know the answer, you wonder if that was an appropriate question due to the flash of hurt that disappears moments after Michael realises he's frowning.
"When was I last here?" He asks, subtly picking at his bracelets. "Five months, two weeks and four days." You respond immediately. Michael's eyebrows shoot up and you clear your throat, eyes widening. "I wasn't counting!" He laughs as you try to keep your fluster under control.
"Then I guess nobody." You furrow your eyebrows, "Seriously Mikey? You've been across continents and managed to stay away from the millions of girls throwing themselves at you?" Incredulous can't begin to describe what you're feeling.
