seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty seven

they lay on the hotel bed, just breathing, lauren listening to michael's heartbeat. she realized every time her hand caresses his or her hand even touches him, his heart beats faster. "you're going to give me a stroke." michael laughs. "i hear you giggling."

"whatever." lauren rolls her eyes. he kisses her forehead, shuffling in his spot to get comfortable. "this is our first night in vegas, let's go do something."

"babe, i'd love to but im jet lagged, still a little sore, and im just tired." he looks into her eyes, her noticing the tiredness in his face.

"go to bed, baby." she smiles, cupping his cheek. "im gonna go get something to drink."

her father had rented them a big hotel room, so there's a kitchen, and living room type thing, and a bathroom. she walks into the kitchen, grabbing a pop, then open it. she returns to the bedroom to see michael cuddled in all of the covers, soft snores coming from his nose.

smiling a bit, she puts her can of pop on the counter, changes into something more comfortable, then lays next to him. he hugs her closely as soon as she did, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

••••

the next morning, lauren was woke by a loud "woah that's cool!" from michael.

"what are you talking about michael?" she asks, sitting up.

"did i wake you? im sorry." he kisses her lips, then sits at the end of the bed. "the toilet water spins the other way. in australia the water turns the other way."

lauren squints her eyes, "really?"

"yes really." he laughs. "now get in the shower, and get dressed. we're in america and i want to do american things."

"whatever mikey." she grins at his happiness, happy herself that has not in pain anymore. lauren gets in the shower, coming back out naked, dried off, then looked through her clothes.

when michael returns, he smiles. he hugs her from behind fully clothed, and kisses her neck, hands cupped on her breast. "mikey," she whimpers, him nibbling on her soft spot.

there was a banging at the front door, followed by, "room service!" them both groaning.

"we're still getting interrupted," lauren frowns, chuckling a bit as she gets dressed.

michael goes to answer the door, the lady coming in. "im haley, your room service lady."

"you look like your fifteen." he speaks, staring at the girl that's shorter than him. "how old are you?"

"im seventeen, and i know im short. my father owns this place, and i just took the job." she smiles. haley bends over a little too much, shaking her bum a little bit.

scrunching his nose up in disgust, he watches as lauren walks in. she automatically knew what was going on, so instead of confronting her face to face, she kicks haley's legs making her topple over. "keep your ass out of my boyfriends face."

as they kept walking, he grins. "i was waiting for that!" he cheers, kissing her lips. "it's sexy when you do that."

haley left the room, locking it, and went down to the other rooms. they took the elevators out, smiling in accomplishment.

"just remember, what happens in vegas, stays in vegas."

a/n

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