"I love you." Michael whispered into my neck, stirring around my hair and tickling my ear.
A shiver rolled through my body as my hands ran up Michael's bare back and braided themselves into his hair. I brought my lips to the side of his head, placing a soft kiss there and mumbled, "I love you too."
I meant it with everything I had.
"Are you-" Michael paused to leave another trail of sloppy kisses along my collarbone. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure." I said as Michael nuzzled his head against mine and kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. "I'm sure."
I had to repeat myself to make sure I was. I wanted this to happen, I really did. But I wasn't really in too much of a rush. It still scared me a little, but I wanted it to happen. I couldn't imagine anyone I'd rather let myself do this with other than Michael. So despite these small uncertainties, I wanted this.
"I-" Michael suddenly broke away and even in the dim light, I could see the blush that had crept across his cheeks. "Condom."
"You have one, right?" I laughed breathlessly, stroking the side of his face lightly with my hand. He held my hand there and leaned into it, kissing the inside of my wrist.
"Yeah," he mumbled and I grinned cheekily.
"So you were expecting this?" I chuckled, running my thumb over his cheek.
"I-uh, no. Just gotta be prepared." Michael stuttered and I laughed, kissing him quickly on the lips.
"Don't take too long."
"I'll be right back." Michael climbed off of me and stumbled towards his discarded jeans on the floor. He grabbed them and scurried off towards the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him.
Taking advantage of this brief intermission, I fell back against the sheets, working to catch my breath. I held my hand to my forehead, feeling how hot my skin was. A loud crash from the bathroom made me shoot up into a sitting position and look in the direction of the closed door. "Michael?"
"I'm okay!" Michael's voice rang out over the clatter of something metal. "Tomorrow I'm just gonna buy you a new towel rack, because-yeah I can't fix that."
"Mi-how did you break my towel rack?" I snorted and heard him whine through the door.
"Do you know how hard these packages are to open?" Michael snapped.
"Umm, no?"
"Exactly." He said firmly and I rolled my eyes, relaxing against the bed again.
"Are we really...?" I said quietly to myself, glancing over at the light that peeked through the bottom of the bathroom door. I felt an even greater surge of warm affection at the thought that yes, we really were. That tonight, I would get to be with that idiot in the bathroom in a way I haven't been with many people.
Was I nervous?
Yes.
Was I scared?
No. Not with him.
"We are."
Michael came back a minute later, still clothed in his boxes. "I didn't break anything else, I swear."
"Oh, thank God my towel rack was enough." I teased.
"Hey, I got the job done." Michael shrugged apologetically and rounded the edge of the bed to where I was.
"I should hope so." I got to my knees, pressing my lips to Michael's, feeling him smile into the kiss. I pulled him onto the bed by his shoulders and he pulled me down on top of him, holding onto my hips while we kissed. His fingers traced shapes onto my exposed skin. If my skin was already burning hotter than anything on this tiny planet of our system then his fingertips created the solar flares in our little universe.
