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interstellarrambles · 5 years
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sleepy. mg.
pairing: michael gray x genderneutral!reader
pronouns: they/them
warnings: none
prompts: sleepy
and number 3 off of the 50 kisses prompts:
"a breathy demand : "kiss me" and how the other responds"
a/n: I'm making this into a series, with a fic for more characters and if you want to request anyone, please do!
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as soon as your bare feet crossed the doorway into his office, you had michael's undivided attention, though he wouldn't admit it, and pretended to be focused only on the papers in front of him.
curiosity soon got the better of his tired mind though, and his eyes travelled upwards, finding you stood on the other side of his desk.
too soft for words, candle light brushed the edges of your face, illuminating your features as you tried to make yourself angry at him for ignoring you. he couldn't contain his hint of a smile at this.
you couldn't stay mad at him for abandoning you though, as you knew how stressed he was. his work seemed to exponentially multiply every hour, and you could barely convince michael to leave his office to spend even five minutes away from the mountains of paperwork.
instead of a warning tone though, your voice appeared as more of a whine as you lamented, "you told me you were nearly done," with a small questioning raise of your eyebrow.
"I am," he sighed, wanting nothing more than to be lying next to you, with your breathing synced. a steady hand, tired from all the writing he'd been doing, reached up and snaked through his previously tidy hair.
tip toeing around his desk until you were stood in front of him in his chair, you smiled and took his hands, placing them on your hips. taking a small breath in, he moved back so you could straddle his lap: now, he relaxed further, the feeling of your thighs resting on his bringing him comfort he couldn't explain. a few small kisses were pressed to his jawline, and he felt your hands traipse across his body until they rested on his chest.
"kiss me," his breathy demand filled the silence of the room, and you smiled before slightly pulling away.
"not until you come up to bed, michael," teasing, you stood up again, and left his embrace, waiting for him to chase you. sure enough, he was quick to catch you in his arms once more, and hold you gently against the wall, before you let out a small groan.
"I can't fall asleep without you," you pleaded, and his loyalty to your happiness pushed him to follow you when you reached for his hand and pulled him along.
finally, in your bedroom, he slowly undid his shirt, and changed into his nightclothes, his eyes never leaving your angelic form spread out on the bed. after what felt like an eternity, you felt his weight above you, and he rested himself on his forearms.
"well, I believe you owe me something..." he smiled, and you joined him with a small chuckle before you kissed him.
the pressure of his lips against yours made your heart flutter, as it always did, and as you were sure it always would. the way his body moulded against yours was his apology, and your forgiveness.
a small mumbled "I love you" was caught against his lips before the room fell to almost silence, and you fell asleep listening to the rise and fall of his chest
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interstellarrambles · 5 years
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whenever I feel bad about having thick thighs, I remember that michael gray would love it and that's the self love motivation that is getting me through life
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