summary: reader helps Michael put his eyeshadow on
warnings: none, just fluff
word count: 450
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You gently close the door behind you, and take a deep breath, gathering up your voice about to yell
"Honey, i'm home!"
Lately you've been in a really cheesy mood, and you were ready to annoy Michael to your fullest capacity. As you toss your coat aside and onto the couch, you see him, completely passed out on the bed. You let your chest deflate, and let out a gentle sigh, walking over the the spot where he is.
You and Michael had just arrived at Outpost 3, and after watching Michael completely shock Ms. Venable , you had made a strained attempt at conversation with her as Michael was shown to a vacant room.
Now that you were here, you knew Michael would need to be up soon to meet the rest of Outpost 3's occupants. You flop down right on top of him, with him laying on his stomach, as you wrap your arms around his torso. He lets out a long groan.
"Darling wife, love of my life, can you not let me sleep for any amount of time?"
You smirk, face squished onto one of his shoulder blades.
"Sorry honey, you've got to get ready to make your grand entrance."
He flips you over and pushes you further up the bed.
"I could say the same about you my dear"
"But I think we both know that wonderful hair of yours takes much longe-"
"Don't even go there-"
Abruptly cut off by your giggles, you use a strenuous amount of your strength and manage to push him off of you.
"Come on Michael, we really must be hurrying soon"
"Alright, I suppose you win for now."
You spend the next few minutes getting ready, sliding on a silky dark dress that flows to the ground. You do your hair the way you know Michael loves, and put on your wedding ring, thinking fondly of the memories, and a pair of dark maroon drop earrings. Sliding on a pair of heels, you waltz over to Michael who had finished getting dressed.
"Here, I've got the perfect final touch" you say leading him to a chair.
He sits, and you sit on his lap, straddling his waist. He raises his eyebrow at you as you lean over for the eye shadow palette.
"I know this one's your favorite" you say as you dust the blood red powder along the inside corners of his eyes.
He smirks down at you and lifts you up before gently setting you down right in front of him.
"You'd be right about that, my dear."
You take his hand in yours as you approach the door, giving him one last loving look, and you see him doing the same.
