The structure of this chapter is kind of different but it's just the way it came out of me. Kind of a filler but not really? I don't know. Important shit happens but its not dramatic or anything. Have some fluff. Consider it the calm before some storms looool
Also, I just wanna point out that I mention her period being irregular and her waiting for it, but to clear things up; she's not pregnant :') I know some of you might think it's hinting that way but it's not. I felt like I wanted to get that out there in case people got their hopes up lololol
What Amy would consider as their crazy and kind of kinky make-up sex happened on a Monday. Once she had been calm after being with him, she couldn't believe her own behaviour. That she had used her magic to choke someone just because they touched him. It was just another thing to remind her how serious this was. It wasn't like any other time she'd been with someone. It felt serious. But this time as her brain digested this, it didn't scare her as much as it once did. She often found herself watching his peaceful sleeping face. The face of an angel that held such sin inside. And she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she had been waiting for him all along and that's why she'd never wanted anything serious with someone else. It was cheesy, and she'd cringe once those thoughts entered her mind. But they'd pop back in when she took in his beautiful features. His perfect smile and his ocean blue eyes. It felt like something shifted with them after her very jealous and territorial outburst. The first time she'd declared to everyone he was hers. The first time she'd ever uttered the word boyfriend in that context. Something changed and the week that followed their make up sex only added to the feeling.
Tuesday;
They'd had no classes that day and she had been fast asleep in bed, knowing she didn't have to get up early. They always took those days to lounge in bed for much longer than they usually did. But when she woke up, Michael wasn't there. She had been more than confused. He never went anywhere without her. But as she sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily, their bedroom door opened.
Michael had been dressed and he was holding two trays of something in his hand. She tilted her head, brain still foggy with sleep and she stifled a yawn with her hands. But her insides melted when he graced her with that beautiful bright smile of his.
"Where did you go?" she asked. Curiosity laced her voice as he walked over and perched on the bed in front of her.
"Breakfast," he smirked, handing her one of the trays. She blinked at him before her eyes looked down at the tray and she opened it. There were a couple of waffles and a scoop of ice cream on them. Her throat felt dry and she looked back at him then. His tray was on the bed as he pulled his shoes off.
"You went to the waffle house for us?" she asked softly. He looked at her somewhat shy as his cheeks flushed and he smiled.
"I know you like it there. I thought you'd like breakfast in bed," he told her. It made her chest constrict as she looked at the sweet boy before her. The one who was supposed to end the world. The world that didn't deserve a boy like Michael Langdon.
She did like breakfast in bed and that's just what they had done. He had got back in bed with her as they ate side by side and she was still dumbstruck that the socially awkward boy that hated leaving her side had done so just so she could eat her favourite food without having to get up.
Wednesday;
She had been busy studying protection spells that they'd gone over in Zoe's class that night. Michael hadn't seemed all too concerned with them but she loved to learn. The day had been a good one. Jessica and her sister hadn't been around and then she heard from Mallory and Coco that after Cordelia had words with her over her behaviour with Michael, Jessica had thrown a fit which resulted in her being temporarily being suspended from the academy. Amy was pleased she wouldn't be around for a while. She was tired of her sniffing around what was hers. She had sat on their bed as he watched her reading and taking notes and at one point he went into the bathroom. She was too preoccupied to wonder what he was doing or why he was in there a while. But after some time he came back in, hovering near the door. She felt his eyes on her and looked up, quirking a brow as he shifted on the spot.
"I… I uh… ran you a bath… if you want," he sounded so unsure of himself. Eyes darting to her and then the floor. Her heart stilled as she watched him. Baths were one of her favourite things to do and she couldn't remember the last time she'd had one. Usually, he would sulk so badly at her being in there for too long that she'd shower as quick as she could.
"You ran me a bath?" she whispered, looking shocked as he nodded. He looked anxious or uncomfortable. She couldn't tell which. But then he went back into the bathroom. She set her books down and followed him, eyes widening when she took in the sight before her. There were candles lit around the room basking it in a dim glow. The bath was steaming and deep with more bubbles than she'd ever seen before. She noticed a towel folded neatly on the closed toilet seat and then her eyes looked back at him as he watched her. He had an expectant hopeful look on his face, like a child waiting to be praised. It made her stomach clench.
"Michael… this is… " she trailed off. She felt emotional and she hated feeling emotional. She never felt that way unless she was hormonal. She was still waiting for her impending period since she was overdue but she knew how irregular they were.
"Do you not like it?" he asked panicked, eyes widening as he stared at her. It made her heart ache. He always wanted to make her happy. To please her. It was so strange.
She padded over to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and he sighed in relief as he held her close.
"I love it, Michael. It's perfect," she smiled. When she moved away he was smiling brightly at her, basking in her praise.
"Are you getting in too? I know you don't like being away from me for too long," she asked carefully. He looked down and swallowed thickly, looking like he was mulling it over. But he shook his head firmly as he took a deep breath,
"No. This is for you. I want you to relax. I'll just read or something," he said. He looked like he was trying to sound casual but she could sense the edge on him. Like he was genuinely anxious to be away from her. She was about to say she wouldn't mind if he joined her, but he kissed her cheek and left the room.
She blinked, looking around with a stupid grin on her face at how romantic the whole thing had been. That he'd done this for her. There was a strange satisfaction in having the Antichrist doing things like this for her. He was so soft and sweet underneath it all. The bath had been wonderful. The temperature just right and the bubble bath had been lavender scented. It made all her muscles relax as she soaked in it. Most of her expected him to burst back in at some point, not able to deal with her being in there for so long. But he never did. And by the time she came back out, he was laying in bed reading. Just like he said he would be. She saw the relief though as she came back in and it made her heart feel like it was growing in her chest. She climbed in bed as he tossed the book and she curled around him telling him how wonderful he was. She also told him that next time he was more than welcome to join her and how he'd enjoy it. She'd seen the way his eyes lit up at the comment and she had a feeling she would be taking more baths in the future but that she wouldn't be alone. She didn't find herself mad about it either.
Thursday;
They only had classes until lunch that day and she had been more than surprised when Mallory and Coco told her they were taking her shopping. Michael was in his meeting with Cordelia and she had told them she was waiting for him. Her shock only grew when they told her the shopping trip was Michael's orders and Mallory had given her a knowing smile that made her face grow hot. She had enjoyed shopping with her friends and grabbing lunch. She felt like her old self. Enjoying just being out and having girl time. Still, she couldn't shake how much she missed him. How she felt the need to go back and curl up in his arms and just be with him. It was strange for her to feel that way. So needy and clingy. But it didn't irritate her. She knew how much it would have taken for him to let her go like this and the fact he had made the effort made her tummy flip around on her.
She had bought some clothes and a new pair of Doc Marten boots that were a plum colour. She had been hesitant but Coco had convinced her. When she got back and up to their room, he was sat on her bed. A wondrous smile was what she was greeted with as he jumped off the bed and she squeaked when she was smothered in his arms in a tight hug. She found herself hugging him back just as tight as she inhaled his fiery scent and let it soothe her. He had watched with wide attentive eyes as she showed him the things she'd bought and then he surprised her once more that day.
"I made something for you," he said shyly, licking his lower lip as his cheeks tinged pink. She had tilted her head as her eyes took him in.
"You did?" she asked with a smile. He returned it as he reached to the nightstand, his hand clasping something as he turned back to face her.
"Hold out your hand," he said carefully. She looked at him weirdly but complied, and then she watched as he tied something around her wrist. It looked like a friendship bracelet. Black and purple threads weaved together intricately. She blinked at it for a moment as her heart stilled at the sweetest gesture. It was so… innocent.
"You… you made this?" she asked, her voice wavering a little as he held her hand. He nodded, cheeks still flushed as he looked at her through his lashes.
"I love it Michael, thank you," she beamed. His whole face lit up with a smile and sparkly blue eyes and it made her melt like a popsicle left out in the sun. He'd made this for her. The bringer of end times had sat there and fucking made her a friendship bracelet. She was stunned.
Friday;
They had gone to the movie theatre that day after dinner after Michael had said he'd love to take her again to watch a movie. She had been excited but requested that this time they get to actually finish the movie instead of their antics from last time. He had turned crimson, a snort leaving his lips as he looked at the floor. It always amused her that Dark Michael only made an appearance when he was horny or angry. And then shy Michael was left to deal with how he had behaved in those moments. Whenever she'd mention something he'd done in that state he would blush like a girl and it was fucking adorable.
She'd let him pick the movie and it was a slasher. Of course, it was. But she had enjoyed sitting by his side as his blue wide eyes watched with rapt attention. He seemed more than willing to let her cling to him and hide her face in his chest at the scary parts. As they left the screening room and were on their way out, Michael had pointed to a little photo booth thing. He was bouncing on his heels looking like a kid on Christmas and she was powerless to deny him when he literally begged for them to have some pictures together. Something that usually she would have said a firm no at.
He had sat on the little stool after putting the money in and sat her on his lap. The first picture was a sweet one. Both with smiles with her arm wound around his shoulder so she didn't slip off his lap and his arm around her waist. The second picture he'd surprised her by pulling her in for a kiss. The third he'd nipped her cheek playfully and she was in the middle of laughing. She usually hated candid pictures, fearing she looked stupid. But when she looked over that one it warmed her heart. She looked so happy and carefree. So different to anything she'd ever felt before. The last picture he had looked up at her adoringly as he uttered that he loved her. Her cheeks had flushed as she looked at him with a shy smile. That was the moment the camera captured them in. It was sweet. Innocent. Young love. Once they had left the booth, Michael had eagerly scooped up the strip of photos and beamed at them as his eyes poured over them. He had been so happy to have them and it made her knees weak.
Saturday;
With no classes since it was weekend, Amy had awoken to the boy's head between her thighs as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. But when she glanced down in shock, still half asleep, she was met with Onyx eyes instead of his usual blue hues. The fear didn't come though. She couldn't even form a coherent thought as he devoured her and had her writhing, her thighs quaking under him. He inflicted orgasm after orgasm on her. Letting her rest for a brief moment when she really needed it before starting right over again. His tongue, his fingers. She had tried to touch him multiple times but he refused each time and shocked her. This meant she spent hours in bed with Dark Michael since he hadn't got any release. Usually he didn't stick around for long.
He'd kiss her demandingly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He'd whisper that she was his, that she was perfect. That she was his good girl. A goddess and he wanted to worship every inch of her. That he was devoted to her and only her. It had left her breathless and her head spinning. In a haze of lust and adoration as he touched her reverently. They had stayed in bed for most of the day until his resolve finally broke and he fucked her. It had been hard and fast and he hadn't lasted long. She didn't mind, she didn't last long either. But his guttural growl when he came inside of her made her body shudder with desire. Only then did the dark eyes go away. And she was left with the shy needy boy who lay on top of her, refusing to move for hours as she stroked his hair affectionately. Her body had been thoroughly spent after all he had done. She hadn't been able to move as he kissed her lips sweetly and told her he'd go get dinner and bring it up. She could barely move when he came back in with the plates and he had to help her sit.
Then he graced her with another bath after food and this time he joined her. He had sat behind her, his fingers stroking the skin on her belly as she leaned back against him. Their bodies were sated and calm, the desire pushed to the back of their minds as they soaked each other in. It had been quite intimate and nice to just be with him that way. Romantic.
Sunday;
After locking themselves away in a cloud of desire the day before, they had spent the day with Mallory and Coco. It felt so domestic as they all sat in the garden just talking. Amy noticed how Michael was more comfortable with her friends now. How he'd join in with conversations and even laugh at funny things with them. He seemed like one of them, like he'd always been one of them and it made her so happy that he wasn't the same shy socially awkward boy with them like he used to be. How he still was with everyone else.
The sun had been high in the sky and Amy was wearing a long black maxi dress. Michael had told her that morning she looked divine and made her cheeks heat up. She decided she needed to wear the dress more often. He was sat by her side on the grass, picking at flowers that were around them as she chatted with her friends.
"I just don't know how to get my dad to like him. Brock's a good guy, but I think it's because he doesn't come from money," Coco huffed sadly. Mallory gave her a sympathetic look as she squeezed her arm.
"I think he'll come around. He makes you happy and that's all that matters. Fuck what everyone else thinks," Amy said with a warm smile. Coco perked up at her friend's words and smiled.
"Yeah. Fuck everyone else. He does make me happy," she said resolutely, looking like she'd just found some confidence in the whole thing.
She suddenly felt something being placed on her head and she looked over at Michael who was fiddling with it. Her fingers reached up and she realised it was a daisy chain crown he'd placed upon her unruly blonde locks. All she could do was blink at him in awe as he beamed a smile at her.
"For my queen," he murmured, leaning in and kissing her cheeks sweetly. If she was standing, she would have swooned.
"Awww!" she heard Mallory and Coco cooed and she looked back to them as they looked at the pair with heart eyes like they were watching a romantic movie. Amy snorted and ducked her head with pink cheeks.
"You two are so sweet!" Coco whined as she clutched her hands together in front of her chest. Amy looked back to Michael then and the adoration in his eyes took her breath away. The son of Satan just made her a daisy chain crown. What planet was she on? She took his hand and laced her fingers with his, kissing his knuckles sweetly with a smile at him.
That night after Mallory and Coco had gone to bed, Amy and Michael had decided to stay out in the garden. They were walking hand in hand, bathed by the glow of the moon as the stars twinkled above them. She still had her daisy chain crown on her head and the slight breeze made her long dress shift a little. She had been picking red roses as she went, her left hand holding their stems. She noticed his curious looks about her doing it but didn't say a word about it. Instead, he was just asking her things. Mundane things to know every little thing about her. She would answer and he would answer the same question.
When her hand was holding a bouquet of deep red roses, she let go of his hand. She closed her eyes, waving her hand over the roses as she tried to flex her powers. She opened her eyes and smirked as the stems of the red roses were now laced and weaved together to create a flower crown. It was darker, larger and somewhat more regal looking than her own sweet daisy chain one. But she turned her eyes to his curious blues before reaching up and placing it on his sunshine hair. His eyes widened a little as he stared at her.
"For my king," she smiled wryly at him, giving him a little curtsy with a cheeky glint in her eyes. His face softened, and she noticed his lower lip tremble just slightly. He was getting better at not crying over every little thing but her heart clenched at him looking so emotional. Like her words had meant everything to him. His glassy eyes looked down at her. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, leaning down as he cupped her face.
Her eyes fluttered shut, heart thumping wildly in her chest as he kissed her deeply. No matter how many times his soft lips graced hers, it always felt like the first time. The kiss was slow but sensual and as he pulled away, his cheeks were slightly damp. He didn't let go of her face as he leant his forehead on hers and inhaled a shaky breath.
"I fucking love you," he whispered reverently, like he was uttering a sacred prayer. It made her heart still for a moment. Her mouth opened and shut again, the words feeling like they wanted to make their way out of her mouth, but she wasn't capable of it.
"You're too good for this world Michael Langdon," she murmured softly. Her blue eyes meeting his. A smile worked its way onto his face as his eyes lit up, sparkling at her in the light of the moon. It wasn't a declaration of love but it was pretty close. She didn't know if she loved him. Sometimes she thought she might but then again, she didn't even know what love felt like. So she didn't utter those words because she had no fucking clue. She still felt incapable of such a thing as love.
Still, her words made a boyish laugh of delight leave his lips as if he had received the best news of his life and as he leant down to kiss her again, it made her feel like she was free falling. Plummeting from the sky with no parachute to save her and she didn't feel scared. She didn't feel worried or like she would fall to her death. She felt exhilarated. She felt free. She felt fucking happy.