Three months and two days later, Mia was moving her stuff into Michael's apartment. Mia was on the floor in her room unpacking her stuff when Michael came in and dropped another box of her things on her bed.
"God, Mia, how much stuff can you possibly have?" He laughed and started going through the box.
"Hey! Did I give you permission to go through that?" Mia said, standing up and slapping his hands away from some of her old dresses.
"Look at me as the pesky older brother that goes through his little sisters stuff..." He said, and pulled a long dress out of the box. Mia snorted.
"I'd rather not, thank you." She said. Michael looked at the frosty blue dress for a minute, then held it up to his body and fluttered his eyelashes.
"Does it match my eyes Dahling?" He mocked in a high squeaky voice.
"Michael!" Mia was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, "Put it down! Put it away!" She laughed, then snatched the dress away from him held it behind her back. Michael gasped and crossed his arms over his chest and legs.
"Oh my! How dare you take my clothes away like that! You have left me in the nude!" He kept using the high, squeaky voice and started chasing Mia around the room, trying to get the dress. He finally cornered her and pinned her down onto the bed. "Give me back my dress you filthy beast!" He squealed, then started tickling Mia.
"Michael! No! Stop---that tickles! Michael! Stop it!" Mia laughed and rolled all over the bed. Michael finally got the dress away from her and threw it into the box.
"I don't think I look too hot in a dress...what about you?" He laughed, still tickling her.
"I like you better in pants!" Mia squealed. Michael finallly stopped tickling her and kissed her nose.
"Wow Mia, I never knew you liked me like that!" He laughed, and then walked out the door to get another box from the living room. Mia sat up and smiled. "I have got the best boyfriend!" She thought as she picked up the dress and put it on a hanger. Michael brought in three more boxes, and then helped Mia hang her clothes up in her closet.
"Whoa! He yelled as he picked up a lacy tank top with a matching lacy skirt. "What in the heck is this?" He held it up to his body. It didn't even reach his hips.
"Long story." She muttered, and then stuffed it into the back of a drawer.
"I have all day." He said laughing and crossing his arms.
"Grandmere bought it for me. She said it would help out with my 'marital duties', I told her I didn't intend to have any in the next few years, but she bought it for me anyway. She gave it to me, along with a speech on how it should be used properly to 'tempt my victim', in front of my dad. That was an awkward situation let me tell you." Mia blushed, remembering. Michael cracked up.
"She gave it to you in front of your—"He howled and laughed, and rolled on the floor dramatically. Mia rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees next to Michael.
"Michael—" He ignored her, "Michael!!" He ignored her again, "MICHAEL!" At this point she had pinned his arms to the floor and sat on him with her legs on either side of his hips. "Would you listen to me?!" She yelled, but she wasn't mad, she was still grinning.
"That depends." Michael said, "If you are going to tell me more about your—your—teddy, he said, referring to the lacy outfit, "I might. But if you're going to stay sitting on me, I'm not going to be able to." He said. Mia smiled.
"I'm not telling you anymore stories." She said, starting to get off of him. Before she could, Michael grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. He leaned up and kissed her. He fell back down onto the floor and she was pulled down next to him. He rolled on top of her and started to unbutton her sweater.
Twenty minutes later, Michael left her bedroom. He was grinning as he ran a hand through his damp hair. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a shot glass. He'd filled it half-way when Mia came to her door wearing only her t-shirt. Her hair was messy and she was smirking.
"So I drove you to drink, huh?" She said, leaning on the door frame and crossing her arms. Michael grinned and downed the shot.
"God Mia, after that experience, any man would need a drink." Mia shrugged and started to go back into her room. "Hey!" He yelled, causing Mia to come back out.
"Hmm?"
"Don't tell me your grandmother taught you that too—"He laughed, and then ducked as a pillow flew in his direction.
"Michael! That is sick!" She squealed, then ran into the kitchen and jumped onto his back.
"Hey!" He laughed and turned around. Mia dropped off his back and put her arms around his waist.
"You weren't disappointed were you?" She asked quietly. Michael shook his head.
"Never in a million years." He kissed her forehead and put his arms around her. He was about to offer to make her lunch when the phone rang. He reached over to answer it on the second ring.
"Huh? Oh, hey Lillly. Yeah, we're home. Duh, of course Mia's with me, she lives here. No we---I thought we could—but Lilly—oh fine, whatever. Bring him over. Yeah, see you. Uh huh, Love you too, see you in five. Bye." Michael hung up the phone and turned to Mia. "You might want to put some clothes on. Lilly's coming over with Jeremiah, she wants us to go out for lunch, kind of a double date." He said. Mia smiled.
"Double date? God, I haven't been on one of those in a few years. Do you remember the last one? It was you, me, Lilly, and Boris." She smiled.
"Mia, are you getting tired of us not telling anyone?" He asked, brushing hair out of her eyes.
"I love the secretiveness, but, I kind of wish—you know, people could know why I'm so happy."
"I tell you what. One more week and we'll tell them all. Okay?" He said kissing her neck.
"Great." She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a hug. Smiling, she pecked Michael on the cheek and ran into her room just as the doorbell rang.