"Seriously! There was a night back in Japan but nothing ever came of it..." You find yourself smiling and, for reasons you don't understand, you're surprisingly gleeful that you're the last one he's slept with.
"What about you, beauty queen?" You sip on your straw as you contemplate how to answer. "I had a boyfriend for a while after you'd gone back but it didn't last too long. I went out and got pissed a few nights afterwards so I guess I've had a few nights of fun, nothing recently though." He hums and opens his mouth to respond, the words dying in his throat so he's left staring at you.
"What?" You ask, a little confused at the lack of words slipping his mouth. "Do I have something on my face?" You pick up the napkin and dab around your mouth for a few seconds before Michael finally speaks. "No! I was just thinking about how beautiful you look in this lighting..." His voice trails off as a fierce blush traces over your pristine skin. "Thanks?"
The main course arrives, briefly cutting off conversation. Around halfway through the meal you find Michael's eyes scanning over you yet again. "Stop staring at me!" You complain, shielding your face with your hands. He smiles and defends himself, "I'm just thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you later..." You feel your face flush as you lean forward, lowering your voice so you're not overheard. "Oh, really?" He leans himself back, sipping on his drink. "I can't wait, princess."
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"Sorry it's a bit cold, I think I left a window open." You apologise to Michael as you switch on the lights to your apartment. He shakes his head and helps to peel the coat from your shoulders before hanging it along with his on the familiar hooks. After dusting yourself down you turn to see him standing there with a cheeky expression written across his face. "You've been looking forward to this, haven't you Mikey?" He nods feverishly and you crack a little smile. "Seems like your wishes are about to come true."
You slowly walk in the direction of your bedroom and grin as you hear his footsteps chasing after you. "It hasn't changed much." Michael states, fondly looking at the posters spread across your walls. You shrug, "No need to."
You reach out and press your palms to his shoulders, giving him a soft shove so he lands on the end of your bed. "Can't wait?" He teases as you finally sit across his lap, his hands winding around your waist. He emerald irises light up as you meet them and you're taken aback by how serene he looks. "I can never wait for you, Clifford."
Slow movements of your hips rubbing his upper thighs bring a small buzz of friction along your core and you feel his crotch grow a tad harder. "Y/N..." He whines out, his breathing a little heavier. "Have you got a problem?" You shuffle further up until you're pressing directly over his bundle. The small circles grow in speed and pressure as you watch his face.
Michael's eyes squeeze together as his jaw drops a fraction. Simultaneously, his fingers dig further into your sides, being sure to leave bruises along the tender flesh of your rolling hips. The pitiful whimpers begin to fall from his mouth every time you change your pace until he's a panting mess beneath you.
"I think you're wearing too many clothes." He finally says, hands moving round your back to unzip your dress. His swift fingers quickly slip it down your arms until it's sitting around your lap. With a discreet wink you stand back and let the silky material fall in a heap around your feet, not missing the whine he can't hold back.
Michael notices your staring and springs to action, his clothes disappearing in a matter of seconds until you're both left in undergarments.
