Not meant to be

On the road

(Your point of view)

You toss and turn in the small bunk that you share with Mick.

You roll into Mick, your back pressing against his chest.

His arms automatically wrap around you. Encasing you in a large blanket of love and protection.

"Hey sugar," Mick murmurs sleepily into your ear.

You shiver slightly at his raspy voice.

"What's wrong?" Mick yawns as he strokes your collar bone with his thumbs.

"Can't sleep," you shrug.

Mick shifts in the bed and pins you underneath him.

"Why not?" Mick asks as he peers down at you. His eyes wide awake and intrigued.

"I don't know. I'm not very comfortable," you shrug.

Mick chuckles.

"You got too used to taking up all the room in my big bed," Mick snickers as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose.

You huff.

"You're so small it blows my mind at how you can just sprawl out," Mick laughs.

You roll your eyes and nudge him playfully.

Mick starts placing light, soft, kisses on your collar bone, trailing then up to your neck and underneath your ear.

You groan and arch slightly into Mick.

He smiles and flicks his tongue across the skin behind your ear.

One of Mick's hands trails slowly down your stomach.

He squeezes your thigh and you let out a little squeak.

Mick nips at the skin on your neck and you purr.

"Mick," you murmur.

"Yes love?" Mick smiles.

Mick looks into your eyes and smirks mischievously.

"You should try and get some sleep," Mick tells you.

You growl.

"Meanie," you huff.

Mick chuckles as he lays back down and pulls you against him.

You bite your lip and think to yourself.
Mick makes you feel some kind of way.
The way he can control you constantly blows your mind.

"You okay?" Mick asks.

"Yup. Just processing," you say as you lick your lips.

"Processing what?" Mick chuckles.

"Things," you say quickly as you feel your cheeks heat.

"You can tell me," Mick snorts as he kisses your shoulder.

You sigh.

"I don't know it's kind of embarrassing," you admit.

"What is?" Mick asks.

"The way I'm feeling right now," you tell him.

"Yeah? And how are you feeling?" Mick asks even though you're pretty sure he already knows the answer to that question.

"Excited," you whisper.

Mick laughs.

"Excited about what?" Mick growls playfully.

You elbow him lightly.

"You know exactly what," you snap.

Mick laughs.