August & MJ | AUGUST KNIGHT'S PARTY |
Everything about MJ was so different. He felt like a normal person around her. She didn't bend to his every whim which was as exciting as it was frustrating. August didn't deny he was used to getting whatever he wanted. he had been a megastar since he was like barely 15 and there were very few people in his life willing to tell him no. There were quite a few times that he really could have benefited from someone telling him no. MJ never hesitated to shot down ideas or pop the ego then it got too big. It should annoy the fuck out of him but he kinda loved it. And then there was the other side. the side that came with easy conversation and playfulness. How she felt like she just belonged there. Like when he took her hand in his as headed towards the big screen TV to lead the countdown. She didn't even need to be in direct line of sight for him to be able to feel her presence there.
He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him, counting the last seconds. He lead the cheer and lifted his glass of champagne to toast the crowd around them. He turned to look at her, her body pressed against him and so close. his smile overwhelmingly charming as he looked at her. He moved to brush a piece of her long hair out of her face. His smile only grew as she used the nickname she coined. yeah, there were fans that used it now but it would always be what SHE called him.
"Happy New Year, MJ," he told her, his voice just as soft. There was no hesitation for August as he leaned in to capture her lips. The way her lips felt against his was perfect. It always perfect and he had missed it. His arm curled tighter around her to pull her flush against his body.
"I'm happy you didn't leave early," He said softly against her lips before he kissed her deeper. He honestly didn't want to stop kissing her.