a/n is it hot in here
or is it just thAT PHOTO
•Luke•
After defeatedly trudging to Michael's house and defeatedly knocking on the door, I realised how difficult it was going to be for me to keep my head and not just cave. He was wearing the black flower crown I'd made him a while ago along with stupid tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. Oh... and he'd dyed his hair red.
"H-i" I spoke, the words hitching in my throat, "I w-want to talk."
"Well alright," Michael sighed, letting me into the house.
"Why are we fighting?" I whined sadly, burying my face in my hands after I'd sat down on the sofa next to him.
"I don't know," he sighed, "I just- I feel like anyone who says anything bad about you is asking to be smacked, I'm sorry, okay?"
"I'm sorry for-" I started but his lips were already on mine.
"You don't need to apologise for anything Luke," Michael mumbled against my lips.
"I love your new hair," I breathed.
"I love you," Michael chuckled, "but thanks."
"I love you too," I giggled, fixing his flower crown and then fixing my own flower crown afterwards.
"I love you to the moon and back," Michael smiled happily, Eskimo kissing me.
"I love you to-" I started but he shut me up by connecting our lips, but not giving me time to react before pulling away.
"We're so damn lame and cliché," Michael chuckled making pretend gagging sounds.
"You love it," I giggled and he nodded.
"Uh huh I do," Michael kissed me again, pulling me into his lap and kissing my neck.
"I hate t-to ruin the moment..." I breathed shakily, "but um..."
"I want you to meet my mum," Michael hummed lazily, clearly not taking the hint that I'd wanted to tell him something.
"W- okay... When?" I gasped as he kissed at the place under my jaw.
"Tonight," he mumbled lowly and nonchalantly, his lips only parting from my neck to speak.
"K-kay," I giggled as Michael pushed me backwards and straddled me, making me bite my lip to hold back from moaning due to the much desired friction when he slowly rocked backward and forward, kissing my collar bone.
"You sure you wanna meet her tonight? We could just stay here," Michael whispered seductively, nipping at the skin.
"Y-eah I w- I wanna meet her," I stuttered, gripping Michael's arm.
"Okay then, let's get ready," he climbed off of me and I whined at the loss of contact, "you sure you don't wanna just-"
"Yes, I'm sure," I giggled, getting off the bed and going to the mirror to fix my hair and flower crown. I looked down at my pink converse, wondering if it'd be okay just to meet her in what I was currently wearing or whether I should put something more dressy on.
"You look perfect babe." Michael whispered as he wrapped his arms round my waist from behind, looking at us in the mirror with his head in the crook of my neck.
"Get off," I giggled, "we're not gonna fuck tonight." I giggled again.
"Aw but why-y?" he whined, dragging out the 'Y' with a chuckle at the end.
"You're not getting laid tonight," I groaned, not able to hold back the laughter as he kissed me.
"You suck, Luke," Michael whined, smirking at me.
"You bet I do," I giggled.
"Shush! My mother is downstairs, what would she say, huh Lucas?" Michael laughed, "c'mon, dinner's probably ready." he teased, grabbing my hand and pulling me downstairs.
"Wait..." I squeaked, feeling incredibly nervous all of a sudden.
"Babe it'll be fine, she already loves you and she hasn't even met you," Michael assured softly, kissing my cheek before pulling me into the dining room where I was met with his mother.
"Luke! Hi!" she said excitedly, hugging me.
"Hi M-Mrs Clifford," I stuttered nervously.
"Oh please, call me Karen," she beamed.
"Hi Karen," I breathed out in relief with a smile.
"See?" Michael whispered as we sat down at the table, me grabbing his hand and entwining our fingers underneath the table.
"Help yourself, Luke," Karen smiled, placing a lasagne in front of us. Michael squeezed my hand as if to say I told you it'd be fine.
