Michael x Jamie Oneshots

Heat

Autumn. The time of year where leaves change colors, and fall to the ground in a heep. Also the time of year for pumpkins to be picked, taken home, and carved for Halloween. You couldn't forget spending time with family and friends, while eating pumpkin pie.

The wind wailed outside, leaves flying through the air, and the rain hitting the metal roof with an echo. The scent of hot chocolate and vanilla surrounding the inside of the house. The time was here.

Candles blared on the fire place, along with the fire itself, heat vibrating off. Red and orange flames dance around, illuminating the rest of the room.

Ennard sat on the floor, sipping his hot chocolate as I watched from a distance, transfixed. A smile on my face, almost asking to be next to my lover. Hope rising in my stomach. As much as he was stubborn, he had a sweet spot for this season.

Always denying the fact he never cared for anything, deep down in the self centered heart, he did care. Not much he cared with it, he had a few things or people inside he truly did love. I doubt anything besides himself, Autumn, or food.

Food hasn't been the best of things for me, never was really my friend for the time being, nor growing up as a child. My stomach had never liked the food I put in my body, and threw it back up within an hour. I nearly stared half the time. When I could eat, it was always the same meal--rare steak.

Being now, I couldn't eat anything out of the ordinary, I didn't have the digestive system to process it. I did figure out why that was the only thing, but that's a story for a different time.

Gazing into the fire, Ennard raised his voice for me to hear, "You can sit down. I mind the staring your doing back there."

"Sorry, Cupcake. You were too cute to ignore," I chuckled, getting a bit flustered I was caught. Bringing back the nickname to insult him.

"I told you to stop calling me that. Using it only makes me want to punch you."

"You wouldn't hurt me. I provide too much for you to do any damage," I smirk, strutting to his position. My eyes focused on the glaring man below me. I sit down next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Don't touch me, miscreant. I don't want your filthy germs!" He moves away from me, releasing my arm from around him. His eyes squinting at me. If looks could kill, he would have killed me loads of times.

"Okay." I stand, not caring. Our relationship was difficult to understand. Sometimes we hate each other, other times we're all over each other. I couldn't care less if he didn't want me to touch him. I didn't ask consent anyway.

The fire cackling behind me, I walked to the bedroom, ignoring the stare on my back. If Ennard wanted something, he needed to state it clearly, not stare at me. He needed to try harder to get my attention.

Ennard has been different than the rest of my previous partners. Something sparked between us, but it wouldn't stay long. One second we could be making out, the next week would be fighting each other. It was odd to say the least. Something was missing between us.

He always used French for I wouldn't be able to understand him. Acting as if I didn't know what he meant. I did. I learned ony own when I was trapped in my room for two years, only leaving for food and school.

I sighed as I lied on the queen size mattress where we both slept. It was large enough to fit both out bodies separated, and together. Benefit of dating a cutie.

It took some minutes for my eyes to close, ready to sleep. The silence almost hurting my ears, hearing the ringing within my head. That could drive anyone crazy, more likely everyone.

Shifting on my own, taking in the final scent of vanilla, I rested, or tried to anyway.

"Michael? You in here?"

I groan, shoving my face into the pillows. I never got to rest as it is. I was trying to, but it was ruined quickly.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I don't know what came over me."

Hearing him close the door behind him, and his steps getting closer to me. The whiff of sweet strawberries moving towards me.

I open my left eye, looking at him. I adjusting so lay on my back, opening my arms for him to lay down.

"Come here," I demand, an angry stare in my eye. I wanted to comfort him and keep him warm. Then again, we fight all the time. No different.

Ennard's body presses into mine as he lays on top of my torso. Face to face, I wrap my arms around his hips, pressing our lower halves together as always.

His teal blue eyes gazing into mine, his right as closed as well. He leans his forehead on mine, resting that way.

"You can't tease me like that. Either kiss me or sleep."

His fake snores increasing, as he snaps his eye open to see me glaring at him. He knows better than to tease, but continues to do it constantly.

A quick peck to my lips, Ennard lays on my chest, relaxing his arms at our sides. Good enough for me. Would've been better if he didn't fall asleep after.

His strawberry shampoo casting pollution around my face. Sweet but sour.

"I'm joking."

"You're a dumbass."

"I'm your dumbass."

"I know."

He smiles slightly, laying his head back on my chest. His breathing slows as he sighs.

I close my eyes, taking in the scent of strawberries and my beloved boyfriend. As I was ready to sleep he whispered the words I thought he would never speak to me.

"Je t'aime."

'I love you'

In french. His native language.

Its short. I know-