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The distant voice of the film you’re currently watching filled your ears, but you could only focus on Micah’s soft breathing. It’s calming to hear his body react, feeling comfortable cuddled up beside you on the couch.
Then a sudden ding could be heard from your doorstep, it must be the burgers you ordered for yourself and Micah. You slowly pull away from Micah’s warmth, which earns you a small huff from his lips.
Standing up in front of your couch, Micah’s hand pulls your wrist back towards where you belong, in between his arms that is “Where are you going, Angel ?” he whines with one of his hands behind your waist and the other behind your neck.
Using his body to cushion you to a soft landing back between his arms, he lets out a satisfied hum. He loves holding you, feeling you close to him always makes his heart warm.
He gently scratches your scalp to relax you back to his chest in hopes to imprison you back to his warm body, with your head laying down on his broad chest you manage to mumble out “Micah I need to get our burgers,”
He tips your chin up with his thumb to look at him, his features softened as he sees your lips pouting at him, “And leave me here out in the cold ? not in a million chances, Angel,” he smiles, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.
You sigh at your boyfriend’s antics, you love how loving he is but sometimes he’s just a little bit too annoying for your taste. Your eyes glint mischievously, you have just remembered Micah’s weakness “Don’t make me pull out the big guns, Micah,” you smirk at him.
Micah chuckles at your threat, which he finds cute to be honest. He continues to scratch your scalp when he decides to humor you “What are your big guns, Angel ?”
Oh, he’s getting under your nerves, he’s not taking your threat seriously. Okay then, you’re going to show him your big guns “This,” you yell at him.
You move your fingers that were on his chest and slide them under his shirt, he could feel your fingers slightly graze his skin, he hisses at the sudden contact. With that, your big guns are in place, and you start to tickle the side of his hips, his ultimate weak spot.
Micah laughs at the sudden attack, he should’ve taken your threat seriously. You keep attacking his skin relentlessly, you just need to wait for him to surrender now “A-angel s-stop itt,” Micah whines in between his laughs.
With his surrender you smile like some sort of villain, you get your best villain voice and offer him salvation “Release me now and I shall give you my mercy,”
“Okay okay, you win this round, Angel,” Micah releases you out of his comfy imprisonment, with that, you quickly stand up and tidy your clothes.
You could see Micah’s eyes drowns in sadness that you have to go, even though it would just take you around three minutes to grab the burgers from your doorstep.
When you turn your body towards the door, a certain someone’s arms wrap themselves around your waist. “Micah you know I’m not going anywhere right ?. I’ll just have to walk straight ahead, open the door, grab our burgers, and walk back here,”
The warmth of his breath lingers on your skin as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck, breathing your sweet scent in the process. With his arms holding you closer to him he whispers “Don’t leave me alone, Angel,”
Normally you’ll just roll your eyes and proceed to walk away, but the way his voice translates his needs for your attention makes your heart skip a beat, that motherfucker knows what he’s doing to you.
“Fine you could walk with me to the doorstep,” you huff in defeat, this man is just too cute to resist. You thought he’ll remove his hold of you and walk beside you, but nope he instead encourages you to walk with him still holding you.
With his arms still wrapped around you and his face nestling comfortably on the crook of your neck, you slowly walk towards the door. Having Micah behind you slows your movement down. But honestly, you don’t mind.
Having him being this clingy actually feels cozy, it’s like having a walking heater on your back. Even though he’s slowing you down, you quite enjoy his gimmicks this time.
That is until you open the door, there’s one way to grab your burgers and that is to bend down, but having Micah wrapped around you is making the simple task harder.
You try to untie yourself from Micah’s grasp but he simply won't let you go “Let me go, Micah. I need to bend down,” you chuckle as you struggle to open his intertwined hands that are locking you down onto him.
He rests his chin on top of your head as he declares his intentions with you “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, Angel,”
“Well at least reach out your arms to help me grab the burger,” you huff in defeat and with that Micah lifts one of his hands and grabs the burger’s plastic bag without you having to move an inch.
You scurry back towards the comfort of your couch, with Micah still holding you of course. You thought he’ll eventually let you go when you’re going to sit on the couch, but nope.
He decides to just sit on the couch first with his arms still wrapped around you, resulting in you sitting on his lap. “You’re not gonna let go huh ?”
He turns his head to look at your face and words “Nope,”. Well in that case you might as well get comfortably stuck with him, you turn towards him and wrap your arms around his neck.
You could see his features now, his golden eyes contrast beautifully with his dark complexion, it makes him look ethereal, almost unreal even. The way he softens his features while you gaze at him, there are no words that come out between you two, just feelings of admiration transpired from a simple gaze.
You break off the silence with a chuckle and ask “So are we going to keep being lost in each other’s eyes or are we going to eat ?”
“E-eat of course,” Micah manages to squeak out, you love the way he squeaks sometimes when he’s flustered.
Now here you are eating your burger on your boyfriend’s lap while he’s also divulging the same meal. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat while swallowing your burger, when you turn your head towards him, you could see a little bit of sauce on the corner of his lips.
Lifting your head from his chest earns you an annoyed huff from him, with not much thought on your mind, you bring yourself close to his face and lick the sauce on the corner of his lips.
“Not gonna lie but I think your sauce tastes better than mine, can I have a bite of your burger ?”. Before he could answer you, he chokes on his burger.
At first glance, you thought he was acting and being overly dramatic, but within seconds you could point out that Micah is really choking on his burger, so you quickly rush towards the kitchen and grab a glass of water for him.
When you come back, you slowly put the rim of the glass on his lips and start to tilt the glass slowly, in hopes of helping him swallow down the burger, but instead of helping him, you ended up making things worse because he also chokes on the water.
He grabs the glass from your hand and just drinks the whole thing by himself to be able to relieve himself from the near-death experience. Little do you know that the reason for Micah's first and second choking hazard is because you’re way too up close and personal, it made him flustered so much so that he actually chokes.
“Micah are you alright ?!!,” you tilt his face up as you caress his cheeks looking at him, you’re fucking worried, waiting for him to say he’s okay you instead have him smiling and giggling at you.
He soothes your chin with the back of his hands as he says one of the stupidest things someone could say after choking “You’re breathtaking,”
“Micah what the fuck ?” you pinch his cheeks in annoyance, he almost died and the first thing he said to you was you being pretty ??!!
“Angel, you literally took my breath away, I mean physically took my breath away,” he chuckles as he maneuvers you back to his lap, point taken that Micah loves having you on his lap.
“That’s not a good thing, Micah,” you sigh with your hands on his shoulder, this man would be the end of you someday.
He gives you another mischievous smile before continuing his teasing “Nope, I think that shows how much control you have over me,”
“Shut up, dork,” your face is heating up like a human furnace right in front of him and he absolutely relishes it.
“Your dork though,” he teases again, which graciously earns lots of small kisses on his face from you, he’s just so cute it’s annoying.
With the distant sounds of the movie you were watching, his arms around your waist and your hands caressing his cheeks you mumble “Yeah, my dork,” before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.