Stardust (A MIKA/Michael Holbrook Penniman Jr. Fanfiction)

Prologue

Slowly, my eye lids flutter as I awake and I can feel the sun shining on my eye lids. Immediately I know that something isn't right. Something is strange and I don't know what, but something is amiss. I languidly stretch out and my hands come into contact with that something. Well, a man's bare chest. My eyes instantaneously fly open and my breathing and heart rate are through the roof. I sit up quickly and glance to the stranger that I have just found in bed with me. It is only now that I realize that I'm naked. I slowly swallow, as my eyes land on the man laying there and snoring lightly. Something definitely happened last night.

His arm is thrown over his face, so I can't see his face, but from what I can see he has dark, thick curly messed up hair and his skin is slightly tan and absolutely flawless. His bare chest isn't too muscly, but just right and I swear I've seen that chest before somewhere. Cautiously, I attempt to pry his arm off of his face without waking him and once his face is in full view I gasp, quite loudly. Laying next to me is none other than...

Mika.

I continue to stare in awe at him after placing his arm by his side and I can't help but marvel in the beauty of his sharp, elegant features. His perfectly shaped, plump lips smiling slightly as he sleeps and light, adorable snores cause his lips to part every couple of seconds. That's when it hits me. I slept with Mika. I slept with freaking Michael Holbrook Penniman Jr.! I squeal minimally when these thoughts come to me, but that means... I slept with him, so I'm no longer a virgin. I lost my virginity to him. I dance slightly in celebration.

Holy shit!

Just then memories from last night come flashing through my mind. Most of them consisting of us making out, but at one point I tell him I'm a virgin and he smiles at me. "I'll be gentle" He speaks in his deep, sultry voice as he softly strokes my cheek. And he was. I smile to myself as I recall the rest of that night. Letting out a happy sigh, I fall back onto my pillows and wrap my arms around Michael's chest, as I do this his arms enclose around my naked waist and he continues to snore. I blush slightly, but I am not giving up this opportunity. Closing my eyes, I listen to his steady heart beat and wait for him to awake.

Eventually, I feel him move slightly underneath me causing me to tighten my arms around him. Bitch, I am not going anywhere. I hear him gasp slightly and then he chuckles lowly, probably recalling last night. Then I feel his fingers running through my hair and grazing across my forehead.

"Well, this is a first," He sighs and I slowly open my eyes, yawning.

"What's a first?" I mumble, sleepily causing him to laugh lightly. I look up at him earnestly, propping myself up on one elbow, still staying as close to him as possible.

"Waking up next to a woman as beautiful as you" He blushes minimally as he smiles at me and I reciprocate that blush when his comment sinks in.

"I'm not that beautiful. You only slept with me because you were drunk" I sit up and cross my arms, turning my back to him. It's true. Realizing that my chest is bare, I hurriedly pick up my quilt and hug it to my chest, re-folding my arms.

"I actually wasn't drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. I slept with you because I wanted to" He speaks slowly and surely. His voice is dripping with honesty and it makes my heart melt, but I continue to look away from him. "Do you think that if I was fully drunk I'd remember our conversation in the bar? Your name is Charlotte Willow. Your boyfriend recently cheated on you. You're twenty-six and you love to read, in fact you work in a publishers and you were a virgin; until last night" As he finishes his little speech his arms snake around me and he pulls me closer to him. My bare back to his bare chest. My hands in his.

"How did you remember all that?" I ask, gazing down at my small hands that lay in his.

"I remember everything. Like you asking me to be your boyfriend, to which I said yes" My eyes widen when these words leave his mouth. I - what? I scan through my memories of last night, remembering everything. A gasp escapes my lips as I remember asking him just that.

"I'm speechless" I blush lightly as I speak. He laughs quietly and moves around so that he's sat in front of me with the quilt only covering his legs and lap. "But why would you say yes?" I ask, uncertain of his reaction.

"I honestly don't know, but there's something about you that makes me feel happy and content, safe even. I don't regret my decision" He tucks my hair behind my ears and I blush, heavily.

"You may do when you look around" I mumble and with that he looks up. His eyes widen as he takes in the numerous posters and framed pictures covering my walls, the majority being of bands, TV shows and him. Then his jaw drops when he looks up at the ceiling and spots the gargantuan Origin Of Love poster above us.

"I see you're a fan then" Mika smiles widely, showing his teeth and dimples. I nod and cascade my gaze to my lap, nervously. "What's wrong? There's no need to be embarrassed" He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly to him, planting a light kiss on my forehead.

"I just thought you'd leave when you saw all of my posters and stuff" I mumble into his chest. He sighs, pulls away and takes my face into both of his hands.

"Don't ever think that. I'm actually quite flattered" Michael stares straight into my eyes. A half smile playing on his lips as.he speaks.

"Sorry" I apologize, biting my lip.

Then, his lips suddenly crash onto mine taking me off guard and causing me to fall backwards with him on top of me. Our lips still connected. I kiss him back fervently and we our lost in a moment of blinding passion.