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Storm with mikey

Michael on a rainy day

I'm woken up to Michael gently rubbing me arm up and down.

"Babe, it's time to wake up," he whispers, knowing I hate loud noises in the morning. I groan and roll towards him, burying my head in his chest. He chuckles and wraps his arms tightly around me. His sweater is soft against my face and smells like his favorite cologne. I could faintly hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the window and it made my eyes droop even further.

"Oh no you don't. If you go back to sleep our breakfast will get cold." Michael tells me, putting his hand on the small of my back, beneath my shirt.

"Your hands cold" I groan, rubbing my face.

"Well sorry. But come on, I even made you an omelet." Michael persuades me.

"But it's cold?" I whimper. Burrowing further towards Michael, to steal his heat.

"I can solve that!" Michael exclaims. Much to my protests he climbs out of the bed and rummages in one of his drawers, eventually pulling out a black sweater that was big on even him. I grabbed it and put it. Deciding I couldn't stay in bed I climbed out of the warmth of the covers and stood up, the sweater completely covering my shorts.

"You look really adorable," Michael tells me, leaning forward to kiss my scrunched up nose. He grabs my hand and begins to lead me down the stairs. You could hear the storm more from the hallway. The wind had picked up a lot from when I first woke up and I could see the lightning through the curtains. One considerably bright lightning strike light up the room taking the power with it as it disappeared. I screamed when we were left in the dark and held michaels hand tighter.

"Michael." I said, wanting to hear his voice for comfort. I've been scared of the power going out and huge storms ever since my house was taken victim of a tornado. Luckily none of my family was home.

"Don't worry I got you, we need to make it to the living room so I can put some candles on. Then we can cuddle until the storm passes." Michael instructs me. I breathe in a shaky breathe but put all my trust in him. I allow him to lead me through the house and he never let's go of my hand as he lights a couple different candles. I sit in his lap sideways and lean into him, my head resting on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and makes me feel safe. He gently kisses me every once in a while, kissing my forehead once then my cheek or my nose, sometimes the corner of my mouth. He alternates the kisses with whispering sweet nothings into my ear, making me completely forget about the storm happening outside the walls that surround us.

"Listen," Michael whispers around an hour later. I sit still and listen but here nothing.

"I don't hear anything," I say, confused.

"Exactly. The storm has passed!!" He says hopping up and pulling me with him.

"Good, cause I'm really hungry." I say. I can never eat during storms or else I would've already eaten half the kitchen.

"But your omelette's cold," Michael pouts.

"Well now you can just make a new one," I smile at him, already leading the way to the kitchen.

A/n

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