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Hello fellow readers... Sorry about the fact that I haven't really updated in SO long.. like I explained before I've been quite busy with college so it's been a little hard to sit myself down and write. Starting today (or i guess since last update) my future updates will take a while but i'll try my hardest to get them to you. Originally this chapter was going to be much longer but i decided to break it down into two... for all those anons who wanted more sex.. enjoy these next two chapters. ;) anyway, following these two parts, i will be concluding the story with a wedding so look for that. If you have any suggestions or ideas that you wanna see as I conclude this story, let me know :) Thank you for reading and review if you'd like to!

Next Day (Pre-Wedding Part 1)

Mitchie's POV

Red eye flights have never been my favorites, especially the ones that are so long you've got no other choice but to sleep. Thankfully that wasn't the case today, in fact, for the first time ever I had actually been really excited to be on a plane to LA at 1 in the morning. My mind was clouded throughout the entirety of that nonstop from Louisiana to LA. While my sleeping fiancé slept beside me, her fuzzy zebra print blanket covering almost every inch of her, I sat in my aisle seat and thought deeply about my life. I had my arm wrapped around her, being careful enough to not wake her. I enjoyed watching her sleep, the way her eyes fluttered while she dreamt or the way she smiled when I caressed her back.

"I love you, Mik." I whispered lowly as I kissed the top of her head. She was too tired to even bother looking up, but the way she shifted in my arms told me she had enjoyed the slight action.

I've never been the type of girl who likes to sit back and observe every detail of her life, but in that somewhat long flight from my last show of the tour, something in me screamed nostalgia. The second we boarded that flight Mikayla was out cold and I was left to sit quietly and let the thoughts course through me. I could have slept, that would have been a clever option, but the thought of finally being home with the love of my life kept me energized, it kept me going. Even now, as I sit in the back of a black limo beside my sleepyhead of a fiancé, I can't help but think about everything.

"We're finally going home." I voice the only thought that seems to currently be repeating itself in my head. I didn't mean for it to be heard, I was just trying to let it sink in. After everything Mikayla and I had been through, the good and the bad, we were finally going to start our life together.

"What?" Mikayla asks softly as she lifts her head from my shoulder. She looks at me with slight confusion, almost as if she had no idea who she was let alone where.

"I'm just excited to go home with you." I admit to her before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush.

"You didn't sleep at all, did you?" She asks with an arched eyebrow and a hint of 'I knew it' in her voice. One thing that I really adored about Mikayla was her ability to constantly make me feel those little butterflies in my stomach. People always say those go away with time, that once a relationship is built the butterflies just soft of disappear. But that isn't the case with my Mikayla; she always finds new ways to make me feel like a damn schoolgirl.

"I couldn't stop thinking about us." I tell her. It was true, I sat there the entire time thinking about… us.

"You're going to fall asleep on me, huh?" She questions with a slight eye roll as she sits up in her seat.

"No baby, we'll stay up all night long." I promise her with a wink and a simple smile, the one she always says she loves to see. "We still have to christen the house, you know." I lean over and whisper in her ear.

"If you fall asleep on me Michelle, I swear I'm going to..." She began to tease but I interrupted her with my lips. She smiled into our kiss and I had to fight the urge to continue it. I pulled away instantly before one of us took things to the next level, a gesture we were both anxious about getting to. Not that I would mind having her this instant, but not when we're just a few minutes away from home.

"I promise once I have you all to myself there will be no reason for sleep." I promised her. "Absolutely none."

…

"Home sweet home." I say proudly as Mikayla and I make our way through the front door of our cabin. The place is dead quiet, and so dark that it's almost spooky. I turn my attention to Mikayla, who I can barely make out in the darkness. I can see she has a grin on her face as she looks back at me.

"I wish I could just marry you right now." She states after a few seconds of silently staring at one another. I wonder what went through her head as we did that, was she thinking what I was thinking? Was she as happy and proud to be with me as I am of being with her?

"I do." I jokingly say as I stumble around in the darkness to take her hand in mine. We stand there together for a moment, her head somehow making its way onto my shoulder. I cherish every single moment I get to spend with this girl, even more so now that I've experienced what it's like to lose her. Feeling Mikayla's head rested on me makes me feel complete, I just love her.

For the next two minutes, we forget about the world. We stand there in each other's arms just taking in every little thing that the other does. Like Mikayla for instance, I can feel her heart beating faster and faster. I feel her breathing hitch each time I run my fingers through her hair or rub tiny circles on her back. The vibration of her voice against my skin makes me shiver as she hums along to one of our songs, You Found Me. She giggles audibly when my hand begins its slow descend to her ass.

"Hey now, handsy!" She proclaims as she takes a step back before my hand could even reach the desired destination. I stared at her blankly, pretending to be hurt by her actions. My eyes had adjusted perfectly well to the darkness at this point, and I could now see every little thing about her. "Buy me dinner first!" She added.

"I wasn't aware I had to buy you dinner just to get laid. That's not what you said the last few nights." I joked as Mikayla left my side to find a source of light. I could already imagine her rolling her eyes at my comment. I chuckled to myself as I watched her stumble away. It was really cute to watch her fumble around our living room in the darkness; she looked like she was completely drunk. Ironically, she's been sober for almost a year now.

The lights flickered on and I fixed my sight on my gorgeous fiancé. "No dinner, no sexy time." She says in a childish voice as she did a little hip-swaying dance over to the couch. I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter, causing her to look at me as if I had gone mad. "Babe, you're fucking insane."

I made my way over to the living room couch where she had just seated herself. I smiled at her as she patted the seat next to her for me to take, but I chose to straddle her instead. "You just drive me crazy." I said in a semi-seductive tone, I was so ready to fuck her.

"I was thinking…" Mikayla said with a devilish grin, the one she uses when she has something up her sleeve. Nine times out of ten I find myself falling for her little plans, even when they're devious.

"No!" I respond before she has the remote opportunity to continue. I had one thing in mind right now and the more she spoke, the more she prolonged it. My lips found their way to her neck and I began to kiss her the way I know she loves. I knew each and every way to turn her on, just like she knew the little tricks that had me begging for more.

"Mmm..." She moaned softly as I sucked lightly on her soft skin. "Babe, please listen to me?" I knew it took everything she had to slightly push me off and stop me from pleasuring her. Her hands were placed firmly on my waist as she raised an eyebrow at me. Whatever she was about to suggest or say, seemed somewhat important. I was disappointed to have to pull away, especially after getting her to emit that sexy moan, but I did so anyway.

"This better be good, Mikayla." I said with a slight hint of annoyance, one that I was pretending to hold. I watched her eyes go down to my lips and back to my eyes, she was fighting the temptation.

"I was thinking maybe we could smoke again… like... some weed." She said nervously. I couldn't help but laugh at the way she was behaving, it was like we had just met.

"What? Again?" The suggestion caught me completely by surprise but I wasn't about to object to it. The few times that Mikayla and I ever smoked together, resulted in incredibly wonderful sex. I really couldn't complain.

"You know the sex is amazing when we do." She lets out almost as though she had been reading my mind. "Not that sex in general isn't amazing... I mean, it is but…" She began to ramble but I stopped her with my lips, again.

"I get it! The sex is sheet-grabbing, toe-curling, screaming at the top of your lungs amazing. It's out of this world." I helped her out. "But I don't have any weed, baby."

"I saved some from the last time." She says shyly. It was so adorable to see her act this way, especially since my fiancé isn't exactly a softy.

Before I could even speak again, Mikayla had pushed me off of her and taken off in search of the remaining herbs. I stared at the empty couch space where she was once seated. "This is going to be an interesting night." I whispered to myself.

Ten minutes later, the two of us were back on the couch while I rolled us a joint. Mikayla eyed me with the most desirable eyes ever, either she really wanted me or she was beyond excited to smoke again. "I can't believe we're doing this again." She said as she crawled over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She kissed my shoulder blades gently, making her way over to my neck with her soft lips. I adored the feeling of her lips on my skin, so gentle and sensual.

"It's always your idea, Kay." I moan out in response to her touch. I really just wanted to smoke this blunt quickly and have her completely naked. I don't know when I turned into a sex-crazed animal, but Mikayla is at full blame for it.

The second I finished rolling the weed, Mikayla grabbed the joint from my hands and quickly lit it up. She wasted no time in taking the first few hits, smirking at me as she did so. "You ready for tonight, baby?" She asked in her sexual voice; the one she tends to give me when she's all hot and bothered.

"Let's go upstairs." I insisted as she took a long drag. "Forget about getting high, let's just fuck."

Mikayla shook her head as she blew out a cloud of smoke that lingered around us. I knew there was no way I was going to win with her, so I grabbed the joint from her hands and took a few hits. Her pupils were darkening more and more with each drag I was taking. I felt her inch closer, admiring me in the process.

I don't know how long it took for both of us to be completely out of it, but before I could even process it, both Mikayla and I were on the floor laughing uncontrollably. Neither of us had even done anything remotely hilarious, we were just that fucked up. "Let's cuddle." I suggested as our laughing ceased and the two of us remained staring at one another. There were always times when Mikayla would look at me and I knew exactly what she was saying; it was pretty fucking badass. She moved herself closer to me and I brought my arm around her instinctively.

"Will you draw circles on my back like you always do?" She asked me as we laid there in silence. I contemplated the idea but decided to do something different instead. When she least expected it, I brought both legs around her waist and straddled her down to the floor. "Mitchie!" She muttered through yet another fit of laughter. I didn't join her in this one, instead I continued on my pursuit to finally touch her.

"Let's have sex, Mik." I begged and pleaded after each kiss that I was strategically placing on her neck. I knew she was going to give in, so I continued on with each moan she emitted. "I know how you get when you're high." I reminded her. She didn't' speak after that point, she just let me kiss her. My lips moved around her neck, slowly making their way back down to her lips. The second our lips crashed against one another I was in a complete daze. Somehow Mikayla had flipped us over and her kisses were getting stronger, more passionate. My hands clung onto her shirt and she wasted no time in letting me remove it from her. Just as I went to remove her bra, she instantly pulled away.

"Shit." She muttered. I looked at her in complete confusion, what the fuck was going on? "Babe, I'm hungry." She whispered before completely standing up and staring down at me. Her hair looked like slight mess, a result of my current horny state.

"You're seriously going to stop what we're doing for food?" I ask in complete shock. "Just stay here, I'll give you something to eat." I told her suggestively as I slowly spread my legs apart. She smirked at me but shook her head in rejection. "I want some cake, babe." She admitted.

"Cake?" I couldn't help but laugh at her right now, partially because she was actually completely crazy and the other half because I was too high to function. "Cake!" I suggested as I pointed south, indicating to her that I was desperate for sex.

"I'm going to make us some cake!" She babbled to herself before exiting the living room and making her way into our kitchen. I couldn't believe what had just happened, my fiancé left me all hot and bothered just so she could go satisfy her munchies.

"I'm going to get you for this, Mikayla." I screamed out to her as I grabbed her lingering shirt and threw it onto the couch. I wasn't angry, I was just really annoyed. "Bitch." I muttered to myself as I got up from the cold floor and fixed myself.

I could hear Mikayla making noise in the kitchen and suddenly a hard crash soon followed. "Babe!" I yelled out in worry as I sprinted into the kitchen. To my surprise, Mikayla was lying on the floor laughing while a few contents of our pantry laid beside her. "What the hell did you do?" I ask as I lend her a hand. Her fingers wrapped around mine and she quickly pulled me down with her. Our faces were only inches apart, and I could feel her breath against me.

"I'm so fucked up, Mitch." She stated as if I didn't already know. "I tried to get the flour but then everything came tumbling down." It was almost impossible for her to speak with a straight face.

"You're making a…" I began to say but was interrupted by a handful of flour being thrown at my face. Mikayla's laughter filled the room as I fought back the urge to yell at her. "YOU ARE SO DEAD." I claimed while my hand snuck beside her to grab a fistful of the flour.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Mikayla screamed seconds after managing to sneak away from beneath me. I looked around the room and found her searching for a pan to protect herself with.

"You can run but you can't hide." I threw the fistful of flour at her but only to have it barely even touch her. She stuck her tongue out at me and continued to run around the kitchen. I had no idea what came over her, but I wasn't about to let her win this.

Fifteen minutes; that's how long Mikayla and I spent creating the biggest mess possible in our newly renovated kitchen (we had gotten a few things fixed while I was on tour). She had managed to hit me quite a few times with the flour, while I only struck her once. It was evident that I was no good at this game, so when she wasn't looking I snuck some Strawberry flavored cake frosting from the pantry. In my last attempt at redemption, I smeared her half topless body with the creamy pink substance. This wasn't one of my smartest ideas. "Lick it off." She suggested in euphoria. In that instant, she had completely forgotten about our little war and was now in the typical 'Mikayla' zone.

I took a few steps closer to her, my eyes fixed on the frosting that was spread over her cleavage. The second I was next to her, my lips came crashing onto hers while her hands played around with the zipper of my jeans. The food fight became non-existent as I pushed her back onto the counter and mounted her atop it. She pushed away the contents of the kitchen's island as I slowly pushed her down.

"Lick it off, baby." She pleaded again, this time placing both her hands on my face and causing me to lock eyes with her. Her pupils had been far past the point of being dilated and I knew she wanted me, she really fucking wanted me.

It took me three seconds to climb up onto the island and position myself to lick away the frosting. As I did so, Mikayla reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, providing me with the best access to the mess I had previously made. When all was finally set, I leaned down and began to lick away the frosting just like she had insisted. "You're such a dirty girl, Mikayla." I managed to say after licking her clean.

"You're dirty too." She winked at me before grabbing me by the shirt and pulling me down so we could kiss. "Let's take a shower and get each other all nice and wet." She suggested between kisses. I didn't even bother to blink before I jumped down from the island and carried her bridal style into our bathroom.

We wasted no time in getting completely naked before Mikayla anxiously turned on the water. "Dirty, dirty girl." I whispered in her ear while wrapping my arms around her from behind as she messed around with the shower pressure. I felt her shiver at my touch and she threw her head back in pleasure as I lightly bit her ear lobe. We stepped into the shower together, my hands still tightly wrapped around her.

"Holy shit this is hot." She moaned as I let my hands explore her naked body. At first I thought she meant the water was hot, but when her breathing started to quicken, I knew exactly what she meant. I felt her turn around in my arms; our breasts pushing against each other as she pushed me firm against the shower wall. "Spread your legs." She demanded before her lips collided with mine in a fiery, passionate kiss. As my tongue slipped into her mouth to begin our usual battle, her hand slowly made its way to the one place it needed to be.

"Fuck." I moaned out loudly as Mikayla's fingers came in contact with my center. She ran her fingers along my folds before inserting them slowly inside me. Between the water falling roughly against us and Mikayla's touch, I was bound to come undone in just seconds.

"You like that?" She whispered in my ear after my long string of moans. I didn't even bother answering her verbally, instead I thrusted my hips to the rhythm of her fingers. I couldn't really think straight right now, all I could feel was the pleasure taking over. Mikayla's free hand came up to my chest and cupped my left breast, slowly moving to caress my nipple. It was difficult to keep myself together at this point, but somehow I managed.

"More…" I pleaded loudly as Mikayla continued to pleasure me. Her pace quickened and the pumping seemed to get harder and harder. Just as I felt myself tensing up, she pulled out and stepped back. I looked at her in complete awe, unable to say the words that wanted to come out of my mouth.

"Lift your leg." She demanded. I hesitated at first but the second she got down on her knees, I knew exactly where this was going. I lifted my leg for her and she simply placed it over her shoulder. I threw my head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly as her tongue finally made contact with my bundle of nerves. This was the touch I'd been yearning for the entire night. "Mmm…" She moaned into me, the vibration against my center causing me to lose control. My hands fumbled for something to hold onto, but nothing was within reach. I settled for her hair instead, letting my fingers get tangled within it.

Mikayla worked her tongue the way she knew how to, never missing a beat. I could feel myself nearing my breaking point so I thrusted hard into her. "Shit, baby." She said in response to my behavior.

"Don't stop, " I pleaded loudly as Mikayla licked faster and my thrusts got harder. "I'm cu- ahh!" I yelled out in pleasure as my fiancé drove me to the point I most desired. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure course through me. "Mikayla.. fuck.." I moaned out as she helped me ride out the orgasm. It was as though my entire body had lost it until I slowly regained consciousness again.

"Damn…" Mikayla smirked as she stood back up. "You wanted that badly, didn't you?" She asked before kissing my lips gently. Although the water washed away most of it, I could still taste myself against Mikayla's lips.

"It's your turn." I reminded her when we pulled away from our embrace. Her smile brightened as I switched our positions and slammed her hard against the wall. I was sure I'd leave a mark on her back from that, but quite frankly she didn't seem to care, she was too lost into the moment.

"Think you can do me better than I did to you?" She asked teasingly as I started to kiss from her jawline down to her neck.

"Watch me." I replied before returning the favor.