AN: This chapter might be a little hot, so there is your advance warning. With that said, enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Things That Happen
Michael was sitting backstage at the studio in which Hannah was performing. He was sitting in the backstage viewing area watching the practice go on. He sat in the chair, just rocking back and forth, in an attempt to stay awake and not bored. He soon found himself just staring at Hannah as she moved around so swiftly, and with a lot more grace when he first saw her in St. Louis. Michael let a smile cross his face, and continued to watch the scene before him. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
Michael and Miley were sitting on her back porch as Charles and Robby Ray were lighting up the grill, and Melody and Jackson were in the corner talking. Miley rested her head on Michael's shoulder, and he gently stroked her hair. Then out of nowhere, Miley blind sided him with a question.
"Who did you want to be your first?" Miley asked him. Michael looked at her with a confused look on his face. He had a good idea as to what she meant, but he had to be sure.
"Uh, first what?" Michael asked. He knew what she was going to ask now...
"First kiss?" Miley asked him. Michael took a deep breath and sighed of relief because he thought that she meant something totally different.
"Well, considering that we have already kissed, I can't seem to remember who I wanted to kiss before you." Michael said with a smile.
"Who knows, maybe we might do something more than kissing one day." Miley said with a seductive smile.
"Meaning what exactly?" Michael asked.
Miley smiled, and began to whispered in his ear, Michael sat there, taking in what she said, then his face went really red.
"I thought that you would like that." Miley whispered. Michael got up, and walked inside the home, tripping over his own feet as he did so. Miley just laughed, and smiled at him.
She was only kidding, for now...
Michael eyes snapped open just as Hannah came down the steps from the stage. Once she bid farewell to her dancers, she walked over to her boyfriend and gave him a quick hug.
"Nice practice." Michael told her.
She smiled brightly, and grabbed him by the wrist and basically pulled him towards her dressing room. She peeked in to see if anybody was in there, and when she saw that there was nobody was in the room at all, she grabbed Michael by the wrist once again, and yanked him into the room. She pinned him to the door, and kissed him passionately. Michael broke away from the kiss, and just stared at her.
"Whoa, what's happening?" Michael asked.
"Nothing right now. So, want to fool around?" Hannah asked casually.
"You know that you never have to ask that." Michael smiled. Hannah smiled and kissed him once more. Michael reached up, and began to unbutton her blouse just as she was beginning to unbuckle his pants.
"Hannah?" A knock came from the front door. Hannah stopped what she was doing, and moaned angrily.
"Yeah?" She stated in an impatient sounding voice.
"You are needed in playback." The voice said from the other side of the door. Hannah redid her blouse, and Michael finished redressing himself.
"Sorry." Hannah said kissing him quickly and leaving. Michael smiled back, and threw himself on the couch.
Man, what would have happened if that knock did not come? Michael wondered.
About an hour later, Michael and Miley found themselves sitting in their hotel room. They were heading to the pool, and Miley was in the bathroom changing into her bikini. Michael already had on his swim trunks and a t-shirt when Miley came out of the bathroom, wearing only some shorts and a t-shirt.
"Where's your bikini?" Michael asked her.
"I'm wearing it under my clothes." Miley asked. "You don't get to see it until we are at the pool, alright?"
"Fine, let's go before everyone takes the good spots." Michael said.
Miley nodded her head in agreement, and followed her boyfriend out towards the pool.
As the afternoon began to really set in, Michael and Miley found themselves sitting outside at the pool. Michael discarded his t-shirt, and found himself sitting in his swim trunks. Miley stood next to him, and slipped off her shorts, and top, revealing a black two piece bikini.
"Whoa, nice." Michael said, eying her.
"Thanks." I am going to take a dip, okay?" Miley nodded.
"Fine with me, I am going to get a drink." Michael said. She gave him a quick kiss, and dove into the pool. Michael watched her swim for a few minutes, and walked around to the bar at the pool.
No sooner than when he started to walk around, he felt the stares of various women, teenage and otherwise. Hell, some of the women that were staring at him were older than his sister. He got the two of them some drinks, and headed back, but not before some girl grabbed his butt. He turned to see a group of girls laughing and giggling. He shot them a deadly glare before walking away.
The second that he sat in his chair, he saw Miley emerging from the pool, soaking wet. That image that he saw of his girlfriend made him forget everything that he was thinking about at that exact moment.
"What are you staring at?" Miley asked him as she began to dry herself off.
"I just wish I had a camera." Michael joked.
"You are a pig." Miley laughed, throwing her wet towel at him.
"That is why you love me." Michael joked again.
Michael was laying in his bed, as Miley laid sound asleep right next to him. He was thinking about what happened earlier today. They almost did the unthinkable today in the most unlikely of places. Michael just sat up and looked over at his girlfriend, who was sound asleep next to him. He really did love her, after all, and he knew that they were going to eventually bring their relationship to the next level, and when they did, he only hoped that he was going to be ready for it.
Michael gave her a quick kiss, and fell asleep with Miley in his arms.
AN: Awww. Stay tuned for more!