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Hawthorne Michael craves his sweet new girlfriend touch everyday. And everynight ! But he doesn't dare to ask to sleep in her bed, where they will be able to cuddle, kiss, talk, and fall asleep while listening to the other's heartbeat, because he is scared that she or their friends will think he wants more. He is not against sex, but his first and only goal is intimacy and he doesn't want to disappoint her, or look like a touch starved child. - I'm sure you can guess who ❤️

(A/N): Thank you, lovely again for asking!

I hope that you like Sweet!MIkey because I like it a lot!

Also: this is all just fluff and fear of intimacy…

Michael wasn’t scared of intimacy, as Madison liked proclaiming.

She had been surprised to discover from a girlish confession that Michael hadn’t touched even slightly inappropriately her best friend (Y/N).

(If he had, she would have had his head on a spike faster than you could pronounce “Myrtle”).

And from then on, rumors of his “inability to raise at occasion” and “fear of intimacy” had started spreading through the dorms, not that he cared about, he only cared about a thing: her love and her happiness.

And (Y/N) didn’t mind taking it all slow, nice and gentle.

She had started being attentive to the way they touched after his latest reaction (he had been so horrified by how hurt she had looked, because of him and from then on had started treating her like frail china, much to her dismay), asking for his permission for every touch, at first vocally and then with her eyes, till he became so comfortable with her, that he took gladly any touch she would have given him.

The touch-starved part in him would be satiated whenever she would reach out a hand to adjust his hair, his head immediately following the path to her hand, asking for a caress she never denied him.

She would normally sit on his lap everyday when they were in the common room of Robinchaux, nothing sexual in that position, just the warmth of her little body snuggled to his bigger one, her sweet perfume in his nose, her soft skin between his hands.

She never complained, choosing to snuggle closer to him each time, her turning around to shield herself from anyone else who was in their same room, gently kissing the naked skin of his neck, nothing sexual again, just sweetness and devotion in her.

They had reached a level of intimacy and comfort between each other, that the next step, sex, seemed just natural, but Michael wasn’t even able to sleep next to her, scared about anything that might happen.

He might disappoint her.

He might hurt her.

He might… he might let her see a part of him that would make her run away.

This meant he was also unable to even sleep with her: the previous week they had fallen asleep in his room, after a bad attempt at studying for their exams, on his bed, with her using him as a human blanket.

He had to admit it had been the best night of sleep he had ever gotten, and it was the same for her from the way she refused to wake up till he started to poke at her sides jokingly, which finally got her to wake up, but she pleaded with him to ley her stay in his bed, for the night.

“We were supposed to spend some time, before exam week, together, but we can’t study or do anything else because we are too tired, so I thought we could sleep together…” she had seemed so hopeful that it had broken his heart to send her away, and although she had told he got it, he then noticed the bags under the eyes the following day (which were much matching his).

But sharing a bed, required a vulnerability he didn’t own, not in that moment.

What if things started to heat up and he wasn’t able (to quote Madison) “to raise at the occasion”?

What if he hurt her?

What if it was painful for her and just pleasurable for him?

Guys in the dormitory talked about sex, all the time, as if it was the easiest thing ever.

“Just slip in her, and then move, touch her like this and avoid this…”.

But it was girls who spoke the truth, through corridor rumors:

“He wasn’t even able to find my clit”.

“He hurt me so bad! He didn’t wait for me to be ready enough”.

“It was as small as a peanut”.

And he didn’t want anything similar happening with his own girl.

He knew that (Y/N) would be patient and nice, the absolute angel to his even more devilish side.

But he still would have felt better with keeping things like that for a little bit more.

So, he was overwhelmed when (Y/N) asked him to stay in her room that night, since Zoe and Madison went to a spa day for their anniversary, and she was scared to be alone in her room, alongside being able to spend some time together.

“… we can watch “Bohemia Rhapsody”, since we haven’t been able to see it at the cinema… or if you want something funnier there is “Murder Mystery” she looked so cute, her eyes shining brightly, clearly showing her interest and her willingness to spend time together, her hand latching to his, meanwhile she almost jumped on her feet “… then you can sleep in my room, Zoe’s bed or mine, if you prefer, I am sure she won’t mind”.

Michael wasn’t sure about the last part, but (Y/N)’s enthusiasm was so pretty and sweet and he was sure that the light brown-haired witch wouldn’t have minded it too much, had (Y/N) explained the situation…

He, himself, was getting infected by her grace and cuteness.

“That seems like a good idea, sweetie” he agreed, messing up her hair, much to her dismay and protests, before leaning down to kiss her forehead, lovingly, an attempt to ask and seek forgiveness for what he had done and what he was going to say “… I think I will stay for the movie but not sleep-in, I need to wake up early”.

“Oh, I don’t mind waking up early” she chirped, her eyes shining with hope “… you know me! I am an early bird!”.

He was sweating, and she looked at him expecting an answer.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea” he replied, meanwhile he moved away from her, and she seemed almost…hurt by this, confused.

“Michael, if there is something wrong, we can talk about it” she started calmly, after having taken a deep breath, insecurity and sadness still shining in her eyes “… if we don’t talk about it, it will keep on being a problem and it will make me feel like you don’t trust me…”.

“It isn’t like that, (Y/N)… I swear” he tried to calm her down, knowing that sometimes her insecurities got the best of her and it hurt even more now that he knew it was because of him.

“But it feels like it is, Michael!” she didn’t mean to sound so harsh, and she slowly took another breath to assume a nicer tone, knowing that any of her screams might make him flinch and close in himself even more “… I feel like you are pushing me out of something we need to be in together, if we want to make sure this relationship works, we need to talk, even if it isn’t the easiest thing ever”.

He couldn’t agree more, but he still lowered his head ashamed that he couldn’t talk about such a stupid thing to (Y/N), mostly because he didn’t want to make her worried, alongside being ashamed of all his paranoid thoughts, when she didn’t have them in the slightest.

He might have just thought he was the strangest.

“… I know…” he mumbled, meanwhile shifting on his feet, till she reached out to link both their hands together, making them see them as a way to tell him that she would support him no matter what, and this encouraged him to talk “… I am not scared of intimacy”.

“I know, sweetie” she reached out to caress gently his cheek, something which prompted him to meet her eyes finally.

They were the gentlest, looking at him with patience and grace, before moving up to kiss his lips, making him melt gently into it:

“… or you wouldn’t let me touch you this way, we have come this far and I am so incredibly proud of you, sweetie”.

He blushed, meanwhile she gently caressed his cheek, and he felt like he could stand there forever.

“… it’s just, the idea of… the next step that worries me” she looked at him confused “… not because of you, I love touching you and staying alone with you”.

She giggled, a light blush on her cheeks (Michael loved being the reason behind it):

“The feeling is mutual, Boy Wonder”.

“… I am more scared of myself: what if things go too fast and we end up…” he blushed, meanwhile she looked at him, again confused, too naïve to even think about it, which made Michael feel like a pervert “… making love and… I can’t raise to the occasion or if I make things awkward or…”.

“Michael, sweetie, you are overthinking it all” but her blush had worsened “… even if we sleep together, nothing has to happen if you don’t feel comfortable”.

Although it seemed like the most trivial quote ever, it worked, making Michael relax a bit, his shoulder slumping and his muscles stopped trembling, meanwhile she smiled at the change.

“… and even if things do happen… it wouldn’t be the end of the world” she looked at him in the eyes, pushing herself closer to him and he moaned at the gentle pressure of her body “… we don’t think about anything other than the present, if things do happen, we will handle them in the best way, naturally”.

Little touch starved Michael loved each touch he could get from his lover, and slowly, as they worked, through their problematics, he had discovered that he craved anything she would give him: gentle caresses, sweet kisses and those passing touches, slowly building his confidence to for more.

…and her instinct to know when he wanted to be cuddled or when he preferred just gentle touched.

She knew him better than himself, nowadays.

And it had been extremely stupid for him to think that she would have hate him for explaining the situation.

“I am an idiot” he mumbled.

Although he still feared that “kind” of intimacy, he couldn’t help but feel stupid for having doubted her and her respect for him.

She threw her arms around his neck, bringing him closer and then moving to pepper his face with kisses.

“You are not an idiot, Michael” she exclaimed gently, meanwhile he rubbed his nose gently against hers “… we worked it out, and everything is alright, I, instead, am sorry for not picking up on this earlier”.

He was surprised by her reply, and gently kissed her lips, a long sweet kiss, caressing her lips gently, comforting her.

“No need for apologies” he mumbled, hugging gently her waist, meanwhile she giggled in the crook of his neck, before looking up at him.

“… so… we are going to spend the night together, in my room…?” she proposed gently, looking at him with extreme worry and attention to his reaction “… it’s fine… if you won’t…”.

He, slowly, took a deep breath: he now had the knowledge that she wouldn’t have felt bad with him in the slightest and that if things happened she was comfortable with him and they would do everything slowly, knowing each of their limits…

“Yes, if it makes you sleep better…” he mumbled shyly, meanwhile she gently brightened, almost jumping in his arms “… but I will sleep in Zoe’s bed, if it isn’t a problem”.

“Whatever you want, baby boy” she mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck, gently laying kisses all over his neck “…but we are going to cuddle a lot during the movie, I hope you know that”.

He laughed, at her cuteness, again gently caressing her hair, mumbling sweet nothings in her ears:

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, lovely”.

—

He had come to her room, later with a change of clothes to sleep in and a few snacks, trying to calm down at its best his anxiety, but he had been extremely calmed down by what he found waiting for him.

(Y/N) was in her cutest pajama, a green tank top with bunnies on it and little matching flowy shorts, which made him blush, mostly because she had bunched up the top and it showed a bit of her tummy, where he would have loved to lay his head, revealing smooth skin.

The entire room was shadowed, since the only source of lights were the faiylights hanging at the headboard of her bed and the lamps on her and Zoe’s nightstand, meanwhile on the bed laid a woolen blanket in order for them to sit comfortably, and her iPad was set on the feet of her bed so that they could lay comfortably there.

In the room her smell was stronger and it helped with his nervousness.

Just as he set everything down by the door, he got immediately ambushed by his pretty thing, jumping to kiss him gently.

-I am so happy you are here! – she trilled, meanwhile wrapping her legs around his torso and he supported her by the waist, leaning in for a quick kiss, then pushing herself down.

-I am always happy when you are also happy- he giggled, before asking for the bathroom, in order to change in his own pajama, remerging to find his lovely playing around with the iPad, meanwhile waiting for him.

He had quickly changed into a comfortable shirt and sweatpants, something she already seen, and something that made him feel comfortable.

He set on the other side of the bed, inching closer as soon as she set down again the iPad, something playing from it.

She set herself down on her stomach, meanwhile he did the same, throwing gently an arm around her, obtaining that she snuggled closer, her head on his shoulder.

-… what do you prefer watching? – she dragged her finger on the screen, lazily, mostly due to the fact that he had started massaging gently her back tracing his fingertips across it in absent patterns.

-… what about that comedy you were talking about? – he had lost all his interest in the movies, suddenly, much more interested in their lazy accidental touches and excited by the naked skin he got under his eyes.

-Oh “Murder Mystery”! – she brightened, immediately smashing her finger on the picture of an annoyed Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler, making the film start swiftly and he got some distraction from her very tempting body.

He had always thought that carnal temptation wasn’t something he would be involved with…

… it wasn’t anything even somewhat dirty he just wanted to caress her gently and discover how she looked under the clothes, worshipping her.

But he was soon distracted by her pretty laugh and the mystery inside the film, and the few laughs the couple of actors actually got from them.

At the end of it they turned around on their back to hold their belly, meanwhile they paused just to get some snacks in their system.

-… that was the trashiest thing ever…- he mumbled, with a big chunk of chocolate in his mouth, meanwhile she just sent a look on his way.

-I got a bit sidetracked by the fact that it had a Taylor Swift song in the trailer- she replied, meanwhile moving closer to steal the chocolate from his mouth, getting a very fake pissed off expression from Michael, who just pinned her under him, trying to regain what had been unrightfully stolen from him.

-… you are lucky that your kisses are very much sweeter- he mumbled, stealing another sweet kiss, separating himself from her, just to be pushed back on her lips, meanwhile she wrapped himself around him, both legs and arms, her bare stomach brushing against his, since his shirt had ridden up.

He expected panic to arise and worry, but he was just too lost in the moment in the feeling of her body, the gentleness of her soft touches, caressing his back and the giggle in the kiss because his hair had tickled her face, gently.

-… thank God, instead, you ate chocolate, your breath stinks! – she replied instead, immediately getting tickled down by a sudden hug attack, which prompted a tickle war.

They ended up with their heads on her pillow, exhausted and happy, with her head on his arm, her face cuddled close to his, their noses brushing slightly, in the most complete comfortableness.

-… I might have changed idea about staying on Zoe’s bed…- she looked at him, worried, but he just pushed her closer -… I want to stay in yours-.

She smirked, leaning down for a slow kiss.

-… of course, baby boy-.

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