a/n hey, so, before we go anywhere... Sorry about where I ended the chapter, but that's as far as I'm willing to go with my writing. This is all Mike and Claire, though, so yay! Next chapter probably will be, too! Thanks to quidditchandsonicscrewdrivers, Neurotic-Idealist, Showni13, tvrox12 and Julzi for reviewing!

-June 17, 2010-

The doorbell to my Los Angeles home rang and I was at the door in mere seconds.

"Don't you look nice?" I asked rhetorically with a huge smile on my face as Mike turned around to face me, obviously having turned away once he rang the bell. He was smirking when he looked at me, his blue eyes shining brighter than I had ever seen them.

"You look great." He leaned in to put his hands on my hips and kiss me lightly. "I don't know if I want to take you out when you look that good." I couldn't help but smile at his words, just the simplest compliment from him could make even the worst day unbelievably great.

"It's okay? You didn't tell me where we were going." I poked his chest with my finger and he chuckled, "It's not funny. You should know that withholding such information is quite stressful to a female." I spoke against his lips as he tried his hardest to silence me.

"Why don't you grab your bag and you can find out what we're doing." I nodded eagerly and quickly took hold of my purple Gucci handbag. "You own too much purple." He laughed at me and I shrugged. I locked the door and pulled it shut behind me, letting Mike lead me down my front steps.

"A person can never own too much purple." I assured him. I wore dark jeans, a cream coloured, flowing, low cut top and strappy bone coloured flats because I didn't know where we were going.

"I hope you're ready for some excitement." Mike smiled as I stared at him in complete disbelief. We had stopped in Downtown L.A for some dinner, but that's not what was surprising me.

"How the hell did you get tickets?" I screamed at him, more excited than I should have been, "It's the final game of the playoffs! They're impossible to get! I've tried!" I could actually feel myself crying as he showed me the tickets, "That's amazing."

"I don't see how you're so excited," he teased me.

"I, sir, have been a very rabid fan of the Lakers since I was ten." I reminded him, "It's not my fault Mississippi doesn't have an NBA team. And you root for Cleveland." I said pointedly, "You do not get to judge me." He put on his most offended expression and pretended to rip up the playoffs tickets; he thought it was funnier than I did.

We ate our dinner with small talk, mostly about work because we didn't get all that much time together to talk about anything because of his extremely busy schedule. Throughout the course of our meal, I talked about how exciting it would be to see the Lakers win for the second year in a row and may have inadvertently promised Mike that I would have sex with him if that were to happen. That made him very interested in the game.

I was on cloud nine as we walked up my driveway. Any normal person would have expected me to be drunk because I was hanging off Mike and looking very happy.

"That is honestly the best thing that has happened in such a long time." I mused as we walked up the stairs, Mike's hands firmly on my hips as his lips nipped at the side of my neck.

"I don't know..." he trailed off, watching as I searched my bag for my keys, "You and I getting together was pretty awesome." I felt myself blush and feel incredibly at ease because of his words. I never really knew how he felt about us getting together.

I turned around in his arms and he took the opportunity to kiss me full on the lips and pull me flush against his body before resting me against my front door. I pushed him back gently and I looked up at him with innocent eyes, "I forgot my house keys." His forehead came to rest on mine and he told me that he wasn't surprised.

"Come back to my house." He whispered quietly, "Stay with me." I placed my hands on his cheeks and whispered quietly to him,

"You're going to have to catch me." I heard him sigh as I grabbed my bag and quickly ran back down my steps and the driveway, making my way towards his house up the street.

I actually managed to make it to his door before he caught me – the years of cardio training proved to be for good. I was standing at his door, waiting for him to catch up to me when I realised just how much fun I was having. I was where I had wanted to be for years and there was no chance in hell that I was going back.

He came running towards me and the door with his keys in hand, ready to open the door at a hasty pace and I moved out of the way to let him do so. I put my hands on his shoulders, stood on the tips of my toes and began to whisper nonsense in his ear as he did so, making him lose concentration more than once.

I laughed when the door opened and Mike turned around to grab me, pulling me inside roughly. He pushed me up against the back of his front door and kissed me like a mad man, like he never had before. His hands were warm as they slid up the sides of my top and moved closer to the strap of my bra.

We began to manoeuvre ourselves to his bedroom, knocking plenty of things over as we did so. I'd be lying if I said that I had never dreamt about being on that bed. Mike was very picky with who was allowed in his bedroom; let alone who was allowed to be where he slept. So just the idea of being allowed onto his king size bed was a dream and actually being there was an honour.

I fell backwards onto the bed and almost died at the softness, but Mike's passionate kiss bought me back to the real world. I felt my shirt disappear and Mike looked down at me, bright blue eyes meeting bright blue eyes.

"You're so fucking perfect."