His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {Rewrite}

✗Chapter 42: Seductive Showering✗

Michael was awake before you; his blue eyes gazing at you with complete adoration. A soft smile spread across your face when you opened your eyes and caught him staring, both of you still cuddling together. Snuggling with your boyfriend on a Sunday morning, was there a better way to wake up than this? You didn't think so. This was a dream come true, for Michael and for yourself. You no longer felt loneliness - in fact you felt completely at peace. What a nice feeling~

"Morning, you." You greeted gently, placing your hand on his cheek and caressing it with endearment. Michael clasped his hand over yours and nestled into your palm, loving the intimate moment.

"I don't know about you, but I'm thinking a shower and then breakfast." You yawned freely and pulled your hand back to stretch - still sleepy. Your loving boyfriend gave a gentle nod, agreeing with your plan 110%.

You slid your legs around to the edge of the bed and stood up, still feeling a little sleepy. After stifling a soft yawn, you slowly walked towards the door and left the bedroom, thinking back to that gory horror movie. If Michael hadn't cuddled you and calmed you down, you wouldn't've been able to actually watch the movie - and might've even faced nightmares. You pulled open the bathroom door and entered, waiting for the water to heat up once you turned the shower on and began to undress. So your plan was to simply shower, have breakfast, get dressed in fresh clothes and go shopping for essential things.

You knew your stalker wouldn't like it, but hey, he'd just have to deal with it. You'd only be gone for a bit. Yeah...Going out would be refreshing anyway. Sliding off the rest of your clothes, you stepped into the shower and relaxed immediately; letting out a shocked yelp and jumping a few seconds later. W-What the-? Why had arms snaked around your waist? Oh, it was only Michael. Hold on... Michael?! Wait, he...he was naked! You blushed furiously when you felt his body against yours, trying to remain calm. B-But what to do? Or what to say? Oh god, you were so nervous about this...!

"W-What are you...What are you doing in here, Michael?" You squeaked in surprise, turning to look up at him. That's when it hit you. He wanted to shower together.

"I-I guess if you want to...we can shower...together." You mumbled the last part as you tried to ignore your embarrassment. After all, you two were a couple.

Michael smiled widely when you agreed to his actions, his hold on you growing tighter as he hugged you close to his chest. You leaned back, cherishing the sweet cuddle as much as he was. A few minutes passed before you snapped out of it, turning around and patting his shoulder whilst you giggled a little. Once you'd broken free of the bear-hug and given his messy mop of hair a quick ruffle, your cheeks flushed pink when a lustful idea suddenly messed with your mind. The hot droplets of water trickled down his skin like a waterfall; his naked, statue-like form mesmerising you as he grew even more handsome, your body moving on its own as you pressed your mouth against his.

The stalker grinned and kissed back, cupping the sides of your face whilst the romantic moment intensified. You rested your hands on his shoulders, stroking his skin with the tips of your thumbs. The smooch grew steamier; both of you nipping the other's bottom lip and being affectionate with one another. Minutes passed by and then you remembered what you came in the shower to do - to clean up and wash your hair. With a light laugh you broke away, feeling more awake and much brighter than before. Sheesh, Michael could distract you from anything. At this rate, you'd never finish up and go to the shops to stock up on things.

"Stop distracting me with your good looks, I have to get clean." You eyed him with amusement, grabbing the body-wash from the small shelf and scrubbing it around your body.

Soon you became all bubbly, which Michael openly smiled at. In his mind you looked cute covered in sparkly spheres - so cute in fact that he booped your nose. You raised your eyebrows at him, a mischievous smirk sliding onto your face as you flicked some of the bubbles towards him. Michael looked down when it landed on his hand, holding his hand up to look at the fragile ball planted atop his skin. You took hold of his hand and popped it, pressing your lips against his skin instead. This caused the killer and his emotions to become extremely unstable and overexcited, breathing heavily while he focused on keeping his composure.

"You should wash up too... Oh, and find some new clothes to wear, because those clothes are getting washed, mister." You ordered lightly.

He gave an obedient nod and grabbed a different body-wash - this one being a minty-fresh one. After you'd both washed the soapy suds off you picked up the shampoo bottle, liking the strawberry scent that came with it. You were about to start using it but Michael took it out of your hands - deciding to do your hair for you. What a sweetheart~ You thanked him, touched by his tender personality as you let him work the liquid into your hair. His gentle hands running through your locks felt wonderful; a happy sigh escaping your mouth without you realising. Then, when you did become conscious of what you'd done, another blush painted your face. Oh joy.

"Thanks for helping me wash my hair. Want me to do yours now?" You turned around and flashed him a sweet smile, making Michael beam back at you. Guess that was a yes.

So you did his hair next, ruffling his hair again whilst you worked the shampoo in. He was quite a bit taller than you however, so you had to stretch a little. He silently chuckled, highly amused at what you had to do. You rolled your eyes at his amusement and smacked him on the side - a tiny bit annoyed by his sounds of laughter. Not really, though. Once you'd finished washing his hair, you sneaked your hands around his neck and hugged him from behind, the affectionate gesture cheering Michael up to no end. You two stayed like that for a minute, both of you enjoying the endearing moment and welcoming the silence.

"We should get out. Besides, I'm starving." You whispered into his ear, kissing his neck before you released your hold on him.

With another one of his run-of-the-mill nods, Michael agreed - stepping out of the shower straight after you did. You wrapped a towel around your body and passed him one before heading towards the bedroom. Thankfully Michael put the towel on instead of parading around naked; his straggly wet hair looking tremendously cute. You slipped on a shirt and some leggings, tying your damp strands into a ponytail so it could dry properly. Then you wondered what to do about Michael - knowing he had no spare, clean clothes.

"I'll...see what I have, clothes-wise. Something is better than nothing, right?" You broke the silence and wandered towards the wardrobe, opening it up.

Most of your wardrobe was shirts, jeans, leggings, skirts and a few dresses; your pants, bras and socks being in your dresser. Hmm...maybe he could wear...your old ski pants and...a coat? They were the most manly things you had. With a sigh you grabbed them, hoping that it didn't look too ridiculous. Perhaps you could convince him to steal from a clothes shop or something? Stealing wasn't right, but what was the killer's alternative? Walking around naked? That sounded- You shook your head and handed him the clothes, fighting the inner embarrassment you suddenly got from giving them to Michael.

"Here, hopefully these should fit. I know it's awkward but I refuse to let you wear that boiler suit until I wash it. This isn't up for discussion." You firmly remarked.

He didn't even try to argue with what you said; pulling on the coat and the ski pants, and looking a little funny - but hey, they were clean clothes. A tiny bit dusty, but whatever, clean clothes nonetheless. Anyway, that wasn't important. Your stomach growled loudly, yearning for food whilst you giggled. Guess you were hungrier than you thought. You gave Michael a quick peck on the cheek before going downstairs, carrying the dirty, bloody, boiler suit down with you. At least you'd have it washed by tomorrow for him, and then he wouldn't have to keep parading around in your old pants and coat. Not that you minded.

"I have to go out shopping, so breakfast will just have to be some cereal." You shoved the boiler suit into the washing machine and straightened up, shutting the small metal door.

Michael shook his head, disliking the idea of you going outside alone. Of course he'd wouldn't like it. But you needed to pick up more food and other necessities. So you ignored his silent complaint, taking the cereal box out of the cupboard and grabbing a couple of bowls. He began to sulk, annoyed by your decision to leave his sight. Must he be so overprotective? You forced yourself to stay calm - he just cared about your safety, that was all. You almost considered the slasher's sulking to be cute, but you'd already dealt with your mother's overprotective ways - so unfortunately it had the opposite effect.

"I have to go out. I need to go shopping and stock up on food, y'know, because I'm the only one in this house that can." You tried to keep your voice level, but it was rather difficult. Besides, this wasn't up for discussion.