Alone Together (Gallavich)

fifteen

mickey

We stayed in that position for a minute, Ian hovering over me, both of us coming off the highs we just experienced. Our bodies moved up and down as we tried to catch our breath. My eyes were closed and my head was laying back but I could feel Ian's eyes on me. Slowly I shifted my attention back to him, opening my eyes. We just looked at each other for a second before making the next move, taking in the view to the best of our abilities. God, Ian was beautiful.

Eventually, Ian lowered his face to mine, placing a soft and simple kiss on my lips before rolling over next to me. I made sure to keep our interlocked fingers together, not ready to let go of him just yet.

I turned onto my side so that I could face Ian, him doing the same so that he could look at me also. A smile crept onto both of our faces as we lay there, still catching our breath.

"You never fucking fail to amaze me Gallagher," I finally spoke up softly, scared I would break the moment if I talked too harshly.

His smile just got bigger as he brought my hand, still connected to his, up to his mouth, placing a small peck on the back of it. Shit, I could stay like this forever.

"Mick?"

"Mmhm?"

"I want to be with you too." He let go of my hand and placed his own on my cheek before continuing, his smile fading but the calmness on his face remained. "Even if it means we keep it quiet for a bit. I get it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I leaned in for another kiss, this one slow and smooth, making sure the message got across that I was thankful for Ian's understanding. When we pulled away, the redhead started to get up, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt from the floor. My eyes couldn't help but linger over his body with his every move. Ian was tall and some could say he was a little alien lookin but it all worked for him. Every freckle, every muscle, every curve, every flaw... it all made Ian exactly how he was supposed to be. And that made me feel things that I had grown up being forced to ignore. It was a weird sensation. I snapped out of my trance when he pulled his shirt over his head.

"You goin somewhere Firecrotch?"

He let out a scoffing laugh, not pausing getting dressed.

"I left the state for weeks with no warning to go stay with my drug addict bipolar mother, Mick. If I'm gone for more than a few hours Fiona's gonna get SWAT out fucking looking for me."

"Come on man, don't be dramatic," I sighed, getting up myself now to start redressing as well.

"I mean you can come with me if you want," he offered, looking at me while he refastened his belt.

"And meet the family? What's next, picnics in the fucking park?"

"And I'm the one being dramatic?" He rolled his eyes, letting out another laughing scoff.

Ian reached down and picked up my shirt, tossing it at me before continuing.

"Besides, you already met Lip and Carl, one of which thinks you're the offspring of street crime royalty, by the way."

"I don't know Ian."

He stopped getting ready and looked at me, persistence in his eyes and a shit eating grin on his face.

"You nervous or something?"

He walked closer to me, letting his taller body give him leverage in the conversation.

"Fuck no I'm not nervous."

"Then what's the problem, huh?"

He was less than a foot away from me now, that cocky smirk still on his face.