Come with me - Michael Gray
Summary: Ever since Tommy came and told Michael who his biological family was, things haven’t been the same between you both. Every week he comes to meet you, in the meadow near his old town, where you both spend some time together. But over time the meetings become less frequent and you find yourself missing him more and more.
A/N: Sorry, I got a little carried away with this. I just thought of the idea today and I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with it, but I hope you enjoy!
You decided to sit just outside the line of trees, hidden among the tall grass. It was your usual spot to meet, the linen sheet still laid out from the last time you were here. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and you were wearing a lightweight cotton dress- just above your knee- with a matching ribbon in your pristinely pinned hair.
Your meetings were becoming less frequent ever since Henry’s (or should you say Michael’s) biological family came looking for him. He promised he would always come back to you, but with his new life came new responsibilities and more reasons not to see you. Although, you tried your best to be happy for him, knowing he was never satisfied with the small town life he had here.
You waited almost an hour before you realised that he wouldn’t be showing; the sun had already begun to take its effect on the basket of food you have brought with you. Readying to leave, you suddenly heard a low rumbling that made you pause. With your hand you shaded your eyes, peering down at the road to see a car heading towards you.
Smiling giddily, you ran down the small hill towards Michael’s car as he parked it just off the side of the road. Almost knocking him to the ground, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your arms up to his neck and kissing him. Chuckling against your mouth, he loosened your legs letting you slide down.
Placing your chin against his chest, you stared up at him, as he swiped some loose curls from your face.
After nibbling on ham sandwiches and forcing down a few gulps of the now warm milk, you sat with your head against Michael’s shoulder as he stroked your hair. Despite not seeing him in so long the silence was comforting, you didn’t have to say anything to prove how much you missed each other.
You lifted your head as Michael shifted to face you, a small smile playing on his lips. Burying his hand into his front pocket he pulled out a small silver tin, flipping the embroidered lid open with his thumb. Retrieving two small pills he threw the tin to the side.
“Here,” Popping one into his mouth he swallowed dryly before gesturing to open yours. “I want you to try these.”
“I don’t know…” I hesitated. “What if it doesn’t taste good?”
Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of laughter. “I’m offering you drugs and the one thing you’re worried about is how it tastes?”
Turning your head down, your cheeks warmed as you giggled.
“Here,” plucking on of the raspberries from its container, he placed the pill inside, licking the red liquid that now stained his fingers. “Open.”
Hesitating, you placed your tongue out slightly. The refreshing sweetness of the fruit hit your taste buds as you close your lips over his fingers, licking off the remaining taste as he slowly pulled them out.
“Better?” He muttered, tracing the line of your lips with his thumb.
Nodding, you leaned back against the blanket, looking up towards the clear sky. It had only been a few minutes but you could already feel the warm fuzzy effect it was having on you.
Michael remained staring down at you, his eyes hooded. He always thought you were very beautiful, especially now as you lay sprawled in the sunlight. He never regretted leaving the village- he fucking hated it- but he always found himself missing you. You both grew up together, your mother was friends with his and they always chatted about how they knew the both of you would marry one day.
Leaning over he pinched the inside of your thigh where your dress had hiked up, revealing the top of your legs. Squeaking, you swatted it away, giving him a warning glare.
“You’ve always been ticklish.” He stated, with a cheeky grin.
Without giving you a chance, he pinned you to the sheet with his legs, using his hands to squeeze and prod at your hips. Tossing your head back you let out a fit of giggling shrieks as you tried to shift from underneath him.
“Stop- Michael!” You were both panting when he finally stopped.
With your faces inches apart, you shifted slightly to poke your nose against his, causing him to finally close the gap and place his lips against yours.
Your back arched, stomach grazing his as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.
Pulling away, Michael brushed your cheek, pecking your swollen lips one last time before sitting up and placing his forearms across his knees as he sat facing away from you.
Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your arms around him, kissing his shoulder.
“What is it?” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his back.
He was silent for so long you almost forgot you even asked him a question, focusing on the relaxing movements of his back slowly rising up and down.
“Come with me,” he muttered.
You were stunned for a moment, pushing away from him as your brows furrowed.
Suddenly, he turned to face you, his eyes pleading as he placed both hands on your face. “Come on, you know you’ve always hated it here! This small town was never good enough for us.”
Swallowing, you tried to grasp onto what exactly he was proposing.
“You wanted to go to London, right? I can take you. I have this life now… with opportunities and freedom to do whatever the fuck I want.” He smiled.
“But where would I stay, I couldn’t just intrude on your family like that.” You said doubtfully, shaking your head from his grasp. “Besides, I can’t just leave my mum on her own. It would devistate her.”
“My biological mum- Polly, she will love you.” He encouraged.
Sighing, you swiped some hair back from your face. Of course, you wanted to go with him, but it wasn’t fair to just up and leave.
Noticing the uncertainty on your face, he reached over and grasped your hand. “How about for the weekend? I can introduce you to my new family… then we can figure out some sort of arrangement.”
A smile tugged at your lips. This was what you wanted, deep down you knew that. You still wanted to be apart of his life.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you-” he joked.
“Okay!” You shouted, laughing.
Smiling contently, Michael slowly took your head in his hand and kissed you sweetly on the lips.
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