It's called Hugs with Mike and it's a Mike/you or Mike/any of the monkees
It's also not even finished but, enjoy.
And it is just me fan-girling over Mike so, yeah, enjoy
“What are you thinking?” I ask, turning my head upwards
further as though I haven’t been affectionately watching him this entire time.
He blinks his eyes once or twice before coming out of his trance-like state and
looks directly down at me, his gaze caring but intense.
“Nothin’ of any interest, why?” He replies, a half smile
crossing his wet lips. Shrugging, I sink further into his grasp and close my
eyes. As we sit there on the sofa, it’s nice to just feel his body up close to
mine, one arm dangling around my neck, the other laying in the crevice between
my thighs and bust. I twine my fingers into his, he has these wonderful, long,
guitar player’s fingers, and I rest my head back. Bliss.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard about something.”
I whisper, suddenly realising how tired I feel. My whole body slumps, my hands
relax, I seem to fit against him like a puzzle piece and he holds me tighter.
He’s not going to sleep anytime soon, his mind is too busy thinking of something and it is not letting him go.
He presses his cheek against the side of my head and hot breath spreads around
the follicles of my hair. He breathes me in, thinking deeper.
“Nah, it’s nothin’ important. Besides, I’d much rather think
of you.” He says this with his lips brushing my scalp. Wow, it sends a shiver
down my spine.
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