𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐉 ✓

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Julie's POV

"Ahh!!" I scream as he thrust faster. We were both still on the dirty floor, in front of the couch, literally fucking the shit out of each other.

I wrap my arm his neck and grip harder, "Mich- Fuck~!"

Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other with so much love and lust, we couldn't stop; I was sitting on his lap as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer and closer as we go.

I look at Michael and he pushes his lips onto mine; my peak finally came as his too.

We both pull away, rubbing each other's pelvises on each other, "Aahhh~!" I squealed.

"Ah~, ah, uh~.." He groaned as he slowly thrust. I look at him and our breath was in sync; I smirk and he does the same, I put my head against his.

We both pull away and the door was knocked on, I look at the door as Michael changes into his jeans again. I grab my clothes and run upstairs, giggling.

I close the bedroom door and quickly put on underwear then one of Michael's T-shirts; I heard talking downstairs, I open the bedroom door after I was fully clothed and walk downstairs to see Diana speaking to Michael.

I walk over and sit down next to Michael, "Welcome back, Julianna," Diana says, then she looks on the floor; seeing some of our clothes there, "Seems you two had fun." Michael and I both blush, "And Michael had a fit before that."

She looks at us and Michael looks away from her gaze, I bite my lip in nervousness and quickly ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I was dropping by to see if you're not dead," she gets up, "Well, I'll see y'all later. Have fun cleaning." She snaps and poofs away.

I look at Michael and crawl on top of him, "You okay?"

He looks at me and rests his hands on my hips, "Yeah."

I put my hands on his shoulders, "It looks like you have something on your mind."

"I do, I should've asked you this a long time ago."

I rub his shoulders, "Go on."

"Will you move in with me?"

I didn't hesitate, "Hell yeah!"

"I think I should've asked you when I got you back,"

"No, you choose a time. It's fine. It's passed almost 5 years since we first met."

"5? Has it passed that fast?"

"Yeah, I can't believe I've been keeping count."

"Even if we weren't together for a year, I still love you."

"Awe, I love you too."

We both smile at each other and slowly starting to pull into a kiss but then the door knocks again and Michael groans as he got up again, "Can't have any time with my girlfriend." Michael opens the door and Jack came running in, "Where is she? Is she alive?"

I look at Jack and he runs up to me, hugging me, "Diana is an asshole."

I giggle, "Why?"

He pulled away and Michael closed the door, "She told me you were dead."

"Well, I'm alive. I just came back an hour ago."

Jack looks around, "I can see what you did for an hour."

I blush, "Thanks for telling me." I say, sarcastically.

Jack lets go of me and rubs my head, I push his arm off, "Go back home, she probably waiting for you."

Jack rolls his eyes and walks over to the front door but Michael pulls Jack next to him and turn around whispering, I heard the name of some sorts; Mary is the name.

I wish I knew what they were talking about. Michael smiles as Jack and pushes him out of the house, "Thanks." Michael says.

Michael closes the door and sighs walking over to me, "What were you talking about?" I asked.

He sits next to me, "Just Diana being an ass."

I giggled, "Okay." Michael grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him, "Now," He places his hands on my hips and I wrap my arms around his neck, "Where were we?" Michael smirks.

I rub the back of his head, slowly pulling into a kiss, "Probably right here." I tell him, feeling his breath on top of mine but the door knocks again causing both to groan, "Why? Why?" Michael sighs.

"It's probably just human nature," I say, getting off of him.

"You guys annoy the hell out of me."

Michael gets up and I do too, crossing my arms, "What does that mean?"

"Some people just don't know when to quit."

I run over to him and get in front of him, "Do I know when to quit?"

Michael puts his index finger and thumb on his chin as the person at the door knocked again, "I'ma say kinda."

My mouth slightly opens, "I give you no problems."

"You are right now." I look sexually frustrated and walk to the couch with a huff, Michael opens the door then closes it.

*Jermaine probably.*

He walks back over to me and I look away from him, "This is bullshit." He sounds sexually frustrated.

I look at him, "You sound frustrated."

"I am." He looks around and sighs, "I have to clean down here, you can wait upstairs."

"But what if I wanna help?" I put my hands behind me, linking one of my fingers.

"Just wait upstairs, Julie. I'm not trying to start an argument, I just wanna get this done."

"But I want to help." I put my hands in front of me and linked my fingers.

"I don't need your help, Julie!" He suddenly yelled and I jump back a little, "Wait upstairs!"

Michael grabs a fistful of hair and takes a step away from me, looking away. I start to walk past him with tears in my eyes and he grabs my arm, stopping me, "Julie.. I'm sorry."

*He's never yelled at me like that before.*

"I don't need your apology,"

I pull my arm away and start walking again, "Julie, I was just---"

I stop at the stairs and turn around, "What? Stupid?!" I yell at him.

Michael opens his mouth but nothing comes out, then quickly closes it as I started again.

"I'm going upstairs and going to bed. Since you don't want any help from your girlfriend, who just recently came back from death! So go do what you have to do, I don't need your help with anything or--or..." Tears start pouring out of my eyes and Michael just stared at me the whole time.

I wipe a tear from my eye, "JUST GO!" I yell at him, running up the stairs and slamming the door closed. I jump into bed, hiding under the covers, whimpering.

Then I heard his footsteps coming upstairs, "LEAVE ME ALONE, MICHAEL!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I was frustrated and took it out on you."

I get up from the bed, "I told you," I walk to the bedroom door, "leave me," I open it, "alo-"

I look at Michael, who had tears falling down his cheeks too; he looks at me and we both stare into each other's eyes, seeing how we're so sexually frustrated.

I grab the back of his head and connect his lips to mine, he pushes me back and closes the door; we continue walking back and he laid me down on the bed, my hands moved to his face as I kissed a little rough.

We both pull away and start staring again; seeing the love and regret in Michael's eyes.

I pull him into a hug, "I'm sorry too."