Y/N had woken up that morning earlier than she had meant to. It was getting hot in their bedroom and she desperately needed some relief. She looked over at Michael, face squished against the pillow, laying on his belly over the sheets, peacefully unaware. He was only in his boxers but she couldn’t imagine how someone could sleep in this heat even in little clothing. She quietly slipped out of bed and padded across the room to knock the air conditioning up a bit. Unfortunately for Y/N, her body had decided that since she had gotten out of bed that meant any chance of more sleep was officially over.
She laid next to her lover, staring at the ceiling for longer than she could stand. She looked over at him many times contemplating waking him up. She wanted him to have his rest, his days were long. But she was also in desperate need of company and she knew if this was him, she would’ve been woken up the second he was.
Y/N lay on her side to face Michael, who had his back to her, and began tracing a line with her finger between the birthmarks on his back. She heard him release a sigh and for a moment she thought she had woken him. When he didn’t move, she continued before replacing her finger with her mouth. She moved from mark to mark, placing gentle kisses wherever she found them.
“What are you doing?” his voice was groggy with sleep and she could just make out his words that seemed to get lost against the pillow.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she said against his skin.
Michael turned to face her, eyes barely open, and pulled her close to his chest, “Go to sleep” he closed his eyes as he dragged his fingers up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered at the comforting feeling but she knew sleep was not coming.
She tilted her head up to kiss the underside of his jaw, all she could reach from how close he held them together, “Bub, I can’t” she whispered after a few moments.
“You’re not trying,” he grumbled, taking his hand from her back to stroke her hair.
Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair and the warmth of his body. When she hadn’t spoken for a few minutes, Michael looked down at her, thinking he’d won.
Y/N looked into his blue eyes and smiled, “Can we get up now?”
Michael rolled his eyes, “What’s the point? Let’s stay in bed today. Nothing good is out there,” he grasped her thigh and pulled her leg so it was over his hip.
Reaching up, she threaded her hand through his unruly bedhead, “I can make us French toast, bub. Wouldn’t you like that?”
He smiled wide, boy-like in his excitement, “That would be amazing”
“Okay, I’ll go now. Gimme like ten minutes. I’ll bring it up here for us to eat,” she explained.
“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes but not releasing his grip on her.
Y/N giggled and managed to pull back a bit to kiss his lips, “Bub, let go. I can’t go if I can’t get up,”
“Oh right, right,” he held her tighter, holding a firmer grip on her leg that lay on his hip.
“Oh my god,” she gently ran her finger down the bridge of his nose, “be good. It’ll only take ten minutes”
His eyes flew open, narrowing at her words, “I am good. I just want you closer a little longer. Is that a crime?”
Y/N smiled, shaking her head slightly, “I’m gonna be even closer than this real soon, I can promise you that,” Michael laughed, “so let me go so we can have breakfast and get the energy you’re desperately going to need,”
“A little fucking minx, I have,” he laughed as he released her.
Y/N kissed him once before pulling herself from their bed. She squealed as he managed to swat at her ass as she got up. When she turned he had an innocent look on her face, shrugging the way any innocent boy would.
She went quickly to the kitchen and gathered everything she needed. He was obsessed with French toast for some reason or another and she knew she could entice him to start their day if he had it. After she had ensured they were cooked to his liking, she carried them up to their room on a tray.
“Okay, sit up,” she said, setting the tray on the side table.
She looked over at Michael who was still on his belly, head now facing the window and arm reaching out to her pillow. She let out a deep sigh. He was asleep. She had been gone for no more than twenty minutes. She supposed that that twenty minute silence was too tempting for him.
Gently and carefully, as not to disturb him, she crawled up from the end of the bed to take her spot next to him. She lifted his arm that lay against her pillow and slid under, letting his arm wrap around her. In his sleep, he pulled her closer. She stared at her beautiful boy for quite some time. The way his curls stuck out in different directions, the way his lips pouted when he slept, the rise and fall of his chest in a steady and calm rhythm. He was a man with an immense responsibility and she knew it drained him. She placed one gentle kiss to his lips before cuddling in closer and letting sleep take them both for just a little longer.
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