Sorry about the misspelling. Yes, my parents were very angry at the doctors when I was bornYeah, we all know its a penis. Don’t bother trying to lie.
What’s all this about Aria having a penis?
You put you were a female on your application. You shouldn’t lie on those things.
Christie and Michael || DATE TIME.
“Go back to sleep,” Christie whispered in a tender tone. She wanted to make him breakfast in bed. She watched as he slowly dozed off and inched out of the bed, careful not to wake him up. When her feet finally touched the floor, she stood up and walked to her dresser. Christie pulled out the upper left drawer and stared upon her wild collection of bras. She had numerous bras since she got to keep her “costumes.” She picked out a simple black one and clasped it on. Then, she took a black tank top and pulled it over her head. Afterwards, Christie just stepped into a lacey thong. She headed for her bathroom, where she got ready. She brushed her teeth and splashed her face with cold water. Next, she applied a thin coat of black volumizing mascara and some cherry lip gloss. The lip product smelled phenomenal and she was hungry, so she started licking it. Realizing she wasted a lot of time, she raced down the stairs and ran into the kitchen.
Christie opened and closed a bunch of cabinets, getting out bowls, cups, and ingredients. She grabbed a piece of bread and popped it into her toaster. She cranked up the stove and placed a frying pan over the heat. She cut a slice of butter and plopped it into the pan, watching it melt instantly. She cracked an egg into the bowl and started beating them with a whisk. After the eggs looked nice and fluffy, she poured it into the pan with the now melted butter and started stirring to make scrambled eggs. While the eggs were cooking, she pulled out Hillshire Farm sausages out of her refrigerator. She grabbed a mini cutting board, and started cutting the sausage link into quarter inch slices. Noticing the eggs were ready by their delicious smell, she divided the on two plates as neatly as possible. Christie placed the cut sausages into the same pan, and lightly browned them. While the protein was cooking, she walked quickly to the toaster and pulled out the golden toast. She walked back to the counter and stove and put the toast and meat on the plates. Christie made the final touches, trying to make the dish look as presentable as possible. She carefully put both plates on a tray stand, as well as two glasses of orange juice. She slowly walked through her house, up the stairs, and into her room, being as careful as she could to not spill or disrupt anything. Christie kicked open her bedroom door with her feet, and said, “Wake up sleepyhead!”
Michael fell back asleep while Christie made them both breakfast. Even though he was asleep, he could still smell the ambrosial aroma of the food cooking in the kitchen. After 5 minutes or so he woke back up. He was so hungry that he was dreaming about the food so there was no point to staying asleep. Michael quietly got out of bed. The hard wood floor was cold against his bare feet, so he quickly sat back down on the bed. He realized he was still naked, so he devised a plan so that he put on his boxers without touching the freezing floor. His boxers were on the floor a good distance from the bed. He grabbed one of the longer pillows off of Christie’s bed and tried to use it to pull the boxers to him. They were just a little too far away. He reached for his black boxers, but still could not reach them. By the time he got them, he was hanging half off of the bed. He slipped on his shorts, just to realize that there was a pair of socks right next to him.
He climbed back under the covers to get toasty once again when Christie kicked open the door, with a tray of food in her hands. “Wake up sleepyhead!” She exclaimed. He sat up and smiled “You are amazing, you know that? But please, next time let me make breakfast!” They sat together on the bed eating the wonderful food that Christie prepared. “Remember last night, when I asked you if you were okay with this?” Michael put her thoughts and feelings before his, he always had put others before himself and always will. He still wondered if that meant that they were in a relationship or not.
(Source: mr-caldera)
“There’s something happening here, that you guys don’t talk about, and that’s because you don’t know. While you americans are sitting and getting fat, us canadians are ready to take over. YOU KNOW IT! We’re plotting. We’ve got Bieber, Celine, me, Alanis. Nickelback is very strong, very strong. Tragically Hip and Jim Carry, all together, coming for you. You’re absolutely fucked when we come… Thank you, guys lol”
(Source: crazylittlethingcalledlovemb, via michaelbubledaily)
Christie and Michael || DATE TIME.
“Shhhhh,” she put her pointer finger on his lips in an attempt to silence him. She had just reached her high, so she was vulnerable and tired. ”Can’t this wait until morning?” She slurred as she doze off into a deep sleep.
MORNING
Sun streaks through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Dust particles dance through the sunlight and disappear from view when out of the rays. Christie’s eyes flicker open and she feels the dull ache down one side of her body from being laid in the same position. Moving, she feels a weight in the bed beside her. Turning, she sees Michael sleeping peacefully at the side of her. Glancing down at her naked body, she’s thankful that she has a house to herself. There’s no logical explanation she could have given as to why herself and Michael were both laid in bed together with the duvet wrapped around their waists and the smell of fresh orgasms lingering in the air. She props herself up on her elbows and take in the sight of him.
He’s laid on his back, his face tilted upwards on the pillow, his torso twisted more to the right side, leaning towards the sunlight. His hair is a mess. His long eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he remains in REM, his plump lips curved into a smile as he dreams something pleasant. The way he’s angled his head in his sleep, his jaw line looks incredible. The skin there smooth and soft and begging to be kissed. His chest rises and falls softly as he breathes; the tanned skin taut and flawless with a light dusting of chest hair. A thin trail of hair dipping from his bellybutton down running center between the incredibly defined V of muscles between his hip bones.
Michael laid there on the soft bed next to Christie. He was fast asleep; the only time he made a sound was when he was breathing. Only God knew what he was dreaming of. However, it had to be something really amazing because he was smiling. Michael had never smiled in his sleep before; actually he believed it was impossible. He was probably dreaming of Christie. They had the most amazing time together, so why wouldn’t he dream about her that night? She sat there watching him sleep ever so peacefully.
His eyes fluttered open; he awoke to the golden rays of sunshine pouring in through the curtains, and Christie lying beside him observing him as he slept. She laid there completely nude, her body only inches from his. He turned on his side to face her and thought to himself, Wow. She is beautiful. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, her tan-ish white skin glowed in the sunlight. Her tattoos were striking. From Marilyn Monroe on her forearm, to quoting Shakespeare on her back, to “there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART” on her ribs; they were all extremely attractive. He finally said, in almost a whisper, “Good morning.”
(Source: mr-caldera)
English.: Christie and Michael || DATE TIME.
Michael was finally letting himself watch the movie. They were at the part where Jack held Rose at the bow of the ship when he suddenly felt something warm on his lips. He was caught off guard and looked down to see Christie pressing her lips on his. When she pulled away there…
-oral sex-
Michael lied in bed cuddling Christie. Her face was buried under her covers. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. Suddenly, he realized what they had just done. Did this mean they were in a relationship? Was that just a one night stand? His brow furrowed at the thought of this. He untangled his arms from Christie’s body and ran his fingers through her soft dark hair. The vanilla scent of her shampoo made its way to his nose. Eventually, he spoke,”Christie?” He was very hesitant and nervous. “Did we just…?” His voice trailed off. “Are you okay with this?” He asked. Michael definitely didn’t regret the intercourse that happened between them. Christie was amazing in every shape and form, but he wasn’t sure how she felt. The last thing he would want to do is overstep his boundaries and make her uncomfortable. And Michael didn’t not want to be in a relationship, but a relationship is two people and if one of them doesn’t want to be in a relationship, there is no relationship.
English.: Christie and Michael || DATE TIME.
Michael sat down on the couch next to Christie’s, and started to watch the movie. She rested her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her long dark hair. It felt soft. He could just smell the aroma of her vanilla shampoo. At an attempt to be flirtatious, he pulled her…
Michael was finally letting himself watch the movie. They were at the part where Jack held Rose at the bow of the ship when he suddenly felt something warm on his lips. He was caught off guard and looked down to see Christie pressing her lips on his. When she pulled away there was an awkward silence. “I’m sorry.” She apologized. Michael took her chin in his hand and lifted up her head. He crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her passionately. He wanted to moment to never end. They continued to make out and he was in complete and utter bliss. He had to be the first to pull away before he got too excited. He whispered in her ear,”Do you want to take this upstairs?”
