michael/lisa
WHO: Lisa Turpin & Michael Corner WHAT: Flirting and being cute WHERE: Lisa's place RATING: R because Mike is a horndog. STATUS: DONE
Lisa was quite content with her relationship with Michael. For the past month she knew that Michael loved her and she loved him. It was great and perfect. Everything was working out for them and she hoped it would continue to work for them for a long time. Of course, she knew it wouldn't always be perfect. They'd had their troubles across the months they had been dating, but they got through it.
Sitting next to him on the couch in her and Mandy's flat watching the telly was a perfectly fine end to the day. She didn't need to go out every time with him; this was enough for her. "Do you want any ice cream? I think we have some." Lisa asked.
Michael had an awesome month too, but he had other feelings too: fear, claustrophobia, inadequacy among them. He loved Lisa alright, but that brought a whole other set of issues. It required work and left Michael feeling as if he could lose everything at a moment's notice. Yet, whenever he looked at Lisa, it felt worth all that anxiety. She was beautiful, smart, and his. "On you? Sure." He laughed as he grabbed her around the stomach and kissed her cheek.
Lisa laughed with him, although more because he had grabbed her than his comment. "You'll have to let me go so I can see if we have any," she said as she pulled herself out of his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead. She went in the kitchen and went looking for ice cream. It appeared that they did have plain, boring vanilla ice cream. "We do have ice cream. This is terrific!"
Michael "fist pumped" in that way he always did when exaggerating his excitement. "One bowl, two spoons?" He suggested.
"I can do that. Do you want chocolate or sprinkles on it?" Lisa asked as she scooped the ice cream from the container and into the bowl.
"Why do I need to choose? That's rotten!" He stretched out on the couch. "Getting cold over here, love!"
Lisa laughed. "I wasn't going to make you choose. Both it is!" Lisa finished scooping ice cream into the bowl and then poured chocolate and sprinkles on top. Grabbing two spoons and the bowl, Lisa headed back to the couch and handed a spoon to Michael. After sitting down, she ate a few bites with her own spoon.
"Hey, hey, what fun is that?" He challenged as he pulled her spoon out of her hands. This? He could handle. Being playful and flirty came to natural to him. Yet was it enough now that he had uttered those three little words? He hoped so. He didn't want to let her down or screw up their relationship.
She pouted when he took her spoon away. "Can I have my spoon back, Michael? I promise I'll feed you from it instead of sticking it in my mouth." She hoped her pouting would work on him. It normally did in the past.
"Well, I did have other things in mind," he said as he dug his spoon in and held up the gooey mouthful for Lisa to take.
Lisa smiled as she ate the spoonful he offered her. "Mmm. I'm glad I suggested ice cream." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Are you glad too?"
"Not when you put your sticky lips on me!" He pretended to wipe frantically at his face.
She laughed. "You are such a complainer," she said, rolling her eyes but grinning while she did. "Do you want some ice cream? I'll need my spoon back."
Michael had been accused of that before, but he summed it up as part of his charm. "Or you could get creative," he suggested, smirking all the time.
"I'm all out of creativity." Lisa took the bowl and set it down between them, and leaned in to kiss Michael again. "However, I can think of other things that we could be doing instead." This time she smirked. "Because I could go get the bottle of chocolate and think of things we could do with it."
"You only want me for my body..."
"Maybe..." Lisa grinned before kissing him. "Want your mind too, though."
"See, I knew you saw through this muscular exterior and charm into my soul." He held her close after kissing her. Sometimes it felt good just to hold her and do nothing else.
"Of course, I do. I want all of you, Michael." Lisa felt content to be in his arms. She felt safe when he held her.
"And I want all of you." Looking cheeky, he nibbled on her neck. "Especially this part."
Lisa giggled. She had since learned that she was a bit ticklish there and giggled every time he did that. "You can have all of me," she whispered.
"Well, not right now! What if Mandy comes home?" The idea of getting caught kind of excited him, but not by Mandy. No, not with how weird she was about the whole thing.
"We can go in my room. If she comes home, we won't have to worry about her catching us." Frankly, Lisa didn't want to get caught at all, especially by Mandy. But if they were in her room, Mandy wouldn't even know they were there.
"Well, when you put it that way..."
She got off the couch and held out her hand. "Well, come on. Let's go."
"Well, aren't you forceful. Can't wait for a piece of this..." Michael jumped to his feet and, despite his 'sexy' words, looked more ridiculous than anything.
Lisa didn't mind. He was her boyfriend and she wouldn't have it any other way. "I'm sure you can't," she said as she headed for her room.
"Hey, hey." Michael pulled her back and kissed her passionately. "What do you say we make it something worth waiting for?"
"Hmm." Lisa kissed him back. "I suppose we could."
"You know," he said between kisses, "The ice cream is going to melt all over the sofa..."
"Did the bowl tip over?" Lisa knew she had just set the bowl down, but didn't pay attention to the details after that. "Don't want to ruin it," she responded between kisses.
"Who cares?" Michael asked as he pulled her toward the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. "Play time over, yeah?"
Lisa cared, but she didn't say anything about it. "Yeah," she answered.
"That isn't the right answer!"
"What's the right answer?" Lisa asked.
"It started with this," He said as he began to push down her blouse.