Originally written by request for a friend on tumblr. I present... Cute Micky Dolenz and Laura.
Micky Dolenz leaned against the desk, arching his back as he stretched before relaxing once more. He stared in front of him for a moment, then turned to look at Laura, sitting in the chair at the desk with notebooks, textbooks, and pens piled in front of her.
Can I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, m'lady," he replied, putting on an awfully cute fake british accent, "I could use a hand."
"Doing what?" Laura fiddled with the pen in her hand, looking back at the homework she had been doing. It was suddenly a lot harder to focus, her mind more on the man's ass that was so near her homework that it was quite easy to just drift her gaze in its direction. It was a fine sight, much more interesting than her intro to psychology paper. Not that there was much of a competition there.
He looked up in thought for a moment, as if he needed to prepare a response to her question. "Oh, I dunno… I think my fly might need zipping."
She snuck a glance around the front, looking at the zipper on his khaki pants. It was zipped up good and tight, effectively and somewhat disappointingly hiding what was underneath completely. "What, zipping down?" she retorted.
Micky waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Swatting his arm, Laura laughed. "Micky!"
"You suggested it," he said, laughing along with her.
"So I did…" she replied thoughtfully, then shook her head, "But I have to do this homework."
"Dolenz did not give up. "What if I was your homework?"
"Then I suppose I'd have to do you, wouldn't I?" she said.
He grinned. Then, he heaved himself up onto the desk, plopping down on the pile of books and papers and sitting cross-legged in front of her.
Throwing her hands up in defeat, Laura hollered, "Okay, I give up!"
"Come here, then." He helped her up on the desk so she was sitting in his lap, curled up against his chest. It was so much more delightful than homework.
She sighed happily, both holding and being held by Micky, the feeling mutual. Suddenly, he leaned forward and planted a smooch on her cheek.
"You missed," Laura said.
Micky looked at her, a confused puppy look on his face. "What?"
She grinned and repeated, "You missed." She then gently pulled his face closer and kissed him on the lips. As she was about to pull away, planning on giving him a smug look and some snarky comment, he tightened his hold around her and grabbed her bottom lips with his, continuing the kiss. Not about to argue, she readjusted her own lips against his.
Minutes passed with nothing but the sound of their own breathing and the smooch of lips touching lips. Finally, eyes half-closed in bliss, they pulled apart, Laura resting her head on his chest.
"You know," Micky said, his face oddly serious, "I love you."
"You know," Laura responded, "I love you, too."