For @ziallpunkrock
"Hey!"
A smile covered almost Michael's whole face as soon as his eyes met yours. He ran to you and enveloped in one of his warming hugs that you had wanted back for so long, dropping his luggage.
"I missed you so much," Michael whispered into your hair as you nuzzled his neck. He smelled gorgeous as always.
You stood back and digested his appearance. He looked the same, except for his hair had changed to a dark magenta color that you couldn't explain. His biceps also looked a lot bigger in. You were suddenly very happy that he always wore tank-tops. You sucked in a breath, trying to keep the volume of your freaking-out-ness on a level three. It came out as a level 3000, however.
"What?" Michael asked, his brows furrowing. He cupped one of his hands on your face as you blushed.
"She thinks you look hot," Ashton yelled, walking down the terminal, followed by Luke and Calum. You blushed and gave Ash a glare as he giggled to himself. Just before you were about to stalk over to that idiot and beat him silly - because he and you both knew that you could - Michael grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
"My, my, you think I look hot, do you?" Michael mocked. Now you were angry, "I hate you little shits."
Michael pulled you close, "No you don't."
"You're right, I don't hate you," you smiled angelically at Michael before continuing, "but I do hate that asshole over there!" Ashton stuck his tongue out at you as Luke and Calum giggled.
"Will you kiss your loving boyfriend a welcome home already?" Michael asked, looking deep into your eyes with his bright green ones. He pressed his lips onto yours. Man, you had missed those plump, red lips against yours.
Just like that, fireworks went off again. Nothing could get better than this.
A cat-call whistle became evidently noisy in the background. Michael pulled back.
"Self control," he muttered into your lips. You softly kissed him again, feeling his smile against your lips.
