Random one shots

Michael Clifford

Michael Clifford

//I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer

The dance floor is my stage

Better be ready

Hope ya feel the same//

I sing out, to Circus, as I dance throughout my boyfriend, Michael's, tour bus. I'm wearing one of his big t-shirts that hangs right at my center thigh and underwear. I have my headphones in as I dance so I don't hear the bus door open.

I feel hands on my hips making me jump scared for a moment. Then I calm myself when I realize it's just Michael. I hit his chest lightly after pulling one headphone out of my ear. "You're such a jerk!" I exclaim hitting him again.

"Sorry, love, I couldn't resist when I saw you shaking your little hips and singing loudly." He says.

I blush furiously at his comment.

"I didn't know you were going to be home this early or I wouldn't have been singing"

I say as I cross my arms pouting and spinning around so he can't see my blush.

"Ok come on Y/N! I love it when you dance, especially when it's just for me."

He nips at my ear as he says that. I take a deep breath in trying not to gasp for air. Every part of his body is touching mine.

"Oh, really?" I ask playfully.

"Mhmmm"

"What else do I do that you love?" I question in an innocent tone. Yet, we both know it's not meant in an innocent way.

"When you dance for me, wear just my shirt, and take control" he says with a moan slipping out at the end.

I take his hand and pull him towards the bunk area.

"When will the boys be back?" I rush out feeling his lips collide with my neck.

"Too soon" he mumbles on me.

"Then let's make this quick!" I exclaim throwing the bunk curtain closed as Michael starts taking off my shirt.