Charlie P.O.V

Michael carries me upstairs with ease. He makes sure to support my leg in a way that it won't be painful for me. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck as we ascend upstairs. Michael carries me in and shoves the door closed with his foot.

"I love you," I say softly.

"I love you too," he says while laying me down on the bed.

Our lips lock in passion. My fingers find themselves tangled in Michael's mess of hair. His hands travel down my waist to my hips. Blood rushes to my cheeks and causes heat to radiate from them as Michael's hands become more adventurous. Michael must notice my embarrassment because he stops the moment he sees my face.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asks softly.

"No," I say quietly, "just a little nervous."

"We don't have to do anything," he reminds me. "In fact, we probably shouldn't. You're still healing."

I huff softly under my breath. "You can't just get me all hot and bothered like that," I mumble.

Michael chuckles and pulls me onto his lap. I feel my face flush as he slips his jacket off my shoulders. The sudden change makes me realize how cold my room can get. Without the jacket, my tank top hardly keeps me warm, although, I doubt it will be remaining on me for very much longer.

"Just tell me if you want to stop," Michael mumbles against my skin as he kisses my neck.

My head lulls back as if on instinct. Michael hardly hesitates before he litters my neck with kisses and hickeys. While he covers my neck and collarbones in hickeys, I'm thanking God that my mother already left town. It would be quite difficult to explain these new markings to her.

After a moment, Michael lifts my tank top over my head and tosses it somewhere else in the room. He lays me down gently before carefully sliding my shorts down and tossing them in the same direction. Now I'm left in nothing but my boxers and self-consciousness is slowly creeping up on me.

Michael then begins removing his own clothes and the only thing my mind can focus on is him. He's got some bruises and scratches, but it doesn't do a damn thing to affect his attractiveness. If anything, it enhances it; making him look more rugged.

I pull him into another kiss. While the lust between us grows, I hear the distinct sounds of a zipper being unzipped and I know exactly what it is. I can't help but take a quick peek as Michael pushes his jeans down. Needless to say, I'm not disappointed.

Michael pulls my hips closer and causes a small sound of discomfort to leave my lips. My thigh isn't exactly one-hundred percent at the moment.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, hearing my pain.

"Yeah, just ease up on my hips, okay? I'm still sore," I explain, moving his hands a tad bit higher on my body.

Michael apologizes and kisses me softly. He now avoids touching my hips too much. I can tell the last thing he wants to do is hurt me.

Michael carefully takes off my boxers. He doesn't want to hurt my thigh by being too rough near the bandages. Finally, his boxers are removed as well.

Before we become too involved to stop, I open the drawer to my nightstand and reach inside. Michael looks puzzled for a moment until he sees I have a condom in my hand. Safety is a top priority.

Michael takes the condom and rips open the packaging with his teeth. It doesn't take him long to apply the condom and for us to continue where we left off. We can now get swept up in the moment without worry. 

I grunt softly as Michael pushes a good amount of his length into me. I can't help but tense up from the pain. I quietly release a shaky exhale to try and calm myself.

"Relax," he whispers while kissing my lips gently.

I finally manage to relax after a few moments and tell him to move. Michael thrusts slowly at first before his pace begins to quicken. I wrap my legs around his waist as a reflex as he thrusts deeper into me. The pleasure blocks out the pain from my thigh. My mind is so clouded from the ecstasy of it all that any pain is lost in the fog and ultimately ignored.

"Michael~!" I moan in utter bliss.

Michael lifts my hips higher and thrusts deeper into me. My moans of pleasure grow louder. I can feel my orgasm growing closer and closer with every thrust.

"Charlie, I'm gonna cum," he warns me.

"Me too," I practically moan out in response.

One final thrust sends us both over the edge. It takes several moments for the orgasmic high to subside. Once it does, Michael slowly removes himself from me. He disposes of the condom and returns to bed. I spend several moments catching my breath. Michael pulls me into his arms and sighs softly.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I tell him, humming softly.

I sit up slowly and stretch. Michael props himself up on his elbows and watches me.

"Going somewhere?" he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I'm going to run myself a nice hot bath," I tell him.

"Sounds like fun," he purrs.

"You're welcome to join me, if you want," I offer, "but you'll have to behave yourself."

"I can do that," he reassures me with a slight grin.

I stand up from the bed and instantly feel the pain surge into my leg. It hits me so suddenly that I almost fall back down, however, I grab onto the bed frame to steady myself. Michael gets up and helps me.

"You okay?" he asks with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Yeah, just got up a little too quickly," I reassure him.

"You still want to take a bath?"

"Of course. My parents' bathroom has a huge tub with jets," I tell him.

Michael laughs softly and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck out of reflex.

"Lead the way then."