If It's Love .:11:.

They had stripped down to only their under garments as they wrestled, Annie smacked him with the big pillow as she gave a squealy laugh.
He laughed, pinning her down to the bed, smiling mischeviously. "It seems I've capture the princess."
She pretended to fight against him before she gave up and snarled, "Do your worst."
"Oh I will," he growled back, nibbling on her neck playfully.
She giggled and wiggled her toes, her long, auburn hair laying around her face like a maine. "Don't." she warned, knowing he was getting close to the ticklish part of her neck.
He slowly went up, his lips brushing the spot.
Laughing, she tried to fight against him. "I'll seriously hurt you, stop!"
He smiled against her skin, getting to where his lips just barely brushed the spot, enough to tickle her immensely.
Her body squirmed under his as she cackled and ducked her head to try and hide the spot. She tried to head butt him, her body jerking with laughs.
She manage to barely clip his head, making him drawback. "Alright, alright! Geeze! Violent!"
Sticking her tongue out, she went to get off the bed. "I'm done, ya rude!"
"What, no, come back!" he said, pulling her into his lap, causing him to gasp almost silently.
She blushed hard, musing softly, "Forget we're half naked?"
He slowly scooted over so she was sitting on the bed. "Yeah..." he whispered quietly, his face beet red.
Smiling lovingly, Annie crawled back to him, hovering over his legs as she kissed him softly, muttering, "What if the princess has a wish?"
"A wish...?"
Nodding, she kissed him harder, her lips sliding into place against his. Her hand slid up his right thigh to barely tug on the hem of his boxers' leg.
He breathed slightly heavier as he gently took her hair, picking it up from her shoulders and holding it all together behind her head to keep it out of the way, keeping one hand on her curve.
It wasn't long before their bodies fell together, and their arms held one another tightly through the night.
~
Her breathing was  slow beside him, her body so soft and warm as she slept beside him and snuggled to him.
He watched her peaceful face as she dreamed, a few strands of her hair falling over her cheek. Her lips were parted ever so slightly as she breathed in his scent. He took in the shape of the curve of her breasts and the way they rose with every deep breath. The moonlight washed over her body, giving it a silver glow, her hair like a red sea behind her.
"Oh, Annie..." he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. "I love you, so much." he breathed, carefully stroking down her side before covering her with a sheet to keep the night chill away from her.
Talking in her sleep, she murmured, "I wove yoo...Tew..."
He chuckled, brushing the small strands  from her face.
"Sleep tight..." he mused, gazing at her one last time before settling back into his down-filled pillows.
~
Annie had slipped on his shirt during the night from being cold, and as she sat up and stretched, it fell down to reveal her shoulder where Mikey's amazing lips had left a hickey.
Her hair was a beautiful mess atop her head as she curved her back to get the kinks out.
Mikey slept softly, his arm draped across his eyes as if hiding them from the morning sun, his realtively short hair barely covering the tips of his ears.
Smiling down at him, she cooed softly and went to him, running her hand up his bare, muscled stomach and chest before she kissed his shoulder and collarbones. "Baby...It's time to wake up."
He groaned softly. "I don't wanna," he whined, snuggling to her to keep warm.
She rested against him with a tired giggle. "C'mon...A brand new day awaits." Leaning forward, she gave his lips a good-morning kiss before whispering, "I love waking up to you."
He smiled, at last opening his eyes to gaze up at her tiredly. "It makes me happy to hear your voice in the morning...It definitely makes the day better."
Giving a kiss to his chin, Annie sat up and scooted off the bed, pulling on her own clothes, feeling his loving gaze look over the contours of her body as he remained on the bed.
"How was I blessed with such a beautiful woman to love?" he asked quietly with a loving smile as he stretched his joints.
"I ask the same thing every morning," She teased before going and giving him anothr kiss on the forehead. "I'll start breakfast."
"You sure you don't want me to make it?" he asked, sitting up.
"You made dinner last night, remember?" She winked before sauntering out of the room and down the stairs.
In the middle of cooking eggs, there was a knock at the door.
Annie wiped her hands and went to answer it, "Hello--" She could only stare.
A wrinkly, older woman pursed her thin, lip-stick covered lips at the sight of the familiar girl. "Oh, it's you."
From behind the woman, a taller, thinner man stepped into the doorway, ignoring Annie all together, calling out, "Michael!"
Mikey felt his stomach drop as he made his way downstairs. "Father." he mumbled. "Why're you here?" he asked somewhat politely.
"The real question is, why are you still here? I know you got my messages about the upcoming court case that I needed you back for--"
His mom piped in, "And with this girl again. I thought we finally got your head clear of the lower class people in the world."
Annie flinched and stepped back, being an adult, she could have talked back, but the comment stung her too badly for her to open her mouth.
She looked away before pushing past the adults who looked down on her, muttering, "I have to go."
Mikey's mother shook her head at her son. "You come here for hookers? I thought you were here to relax."
Mikey suddenly sneered at his parents, calling for Annie to come back. Annie kept walking.
"I thought I told you two before. You can't get it through your thick skulls. I love Annie. No one cares who's in what 'class' anymore. She makes a very good living as it is, she's not what you consider 'trash' or 'poor'! I love her, and if it costs me my job at the firm, than so fucking be it!" he screamed, finally sick of all his parents had done to him.
"I'm done with being under your leash! I'm not in need of a legal guardian anymore. You can't contain me for who I am, who I love. You can have your house back, you can have your car back, you can have every single tuxedo and tie back, I don't give a care anymore. I'm done--"
His mom's hand lashed out and slapped him across the face. "How dare you talk to us like that. We've only given you everything you needed. How dare you show us disrespect."
"Fine, son, have it your way. Pack your things and get out. You're fired." His dad held his wife back, glaring daggers at Mikey.
Mikey stared at both of them before storming up the stairs, gathering every item he owned, cramming them into a few suitcases, ignoring the fact that his parents were watching him closely as he cleaned everything, leaving no trace that he and Annie were there, shoving all of his posessions into his car, his stomach clenching at the thought that they had hurt Annie.
"Do me a favor. Don't fucking talk to me anymore. And I swear if you speak or lay a single finger on my Annie, you'll regret it." He slammed the door to his car, leaving it to separate him and his parents one final time before he drove off, knowing exactly where he was going to go, not bothering to look in the rearview mirror.