Liz Gillies Requests

Otis (Liz&Michael)

~NOTES~
This is super fluffy and honestly I loved writing it. It's set at around Liz's Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll era. Enjoy :)

Liz's POV
I get home to Michael's house and go inside.

"You're home." Michael smiles.

"I am." I smile, taking my jacket off.

"Did you have a good meeting?" Michael asks.

"As good as meetings get, yes." I nod.

"Are you tired?" Michael asks, standing in front of me.

"A little." I say, relaxing forward into his arms.

"I'm going to make us dinner and then we'll shower together and we can snuggle up in bed and watch a movie." Michael says.

"That sounds perfect." I sigh.

"What do you want for dinner?" Michael asks, kissing me.

"Umm, what did you have in mind?" I ask before kissing him again.

"I know you liked what I made last week so I thought I could do that again but with roasted carrots." Michael suggests.

"Mmm, yes please." I nod.

"You go and relax then and I'll make a start on dinner." Michael says.

"I'll join you. Let me grab my laptop so I can do some work." I say, starting to walk out of the kitchen.

"Hey, I said relax. No work." Michael says, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him.

"Okay okay." I laugh, resting against his chest.

"Good. Your Mom called me earlier because she couldn't get hold of you, but I told her you were in a meeting." Michael says.

"I'll give her a call." I say, taking my phone from my back pocket as Michael starts cooking.

Timeskip

We finish dinner and go upstairs to the bedroom.

"See, I even made the bed the way you like it." Michael says and I laugh.

"Thank you." I smile.

"And the closet is tidy again so that you can have your space in there too." Michael says.

"I love you." I say, hugging him.

"I know you do. I love you too." Michael kisses my head.

"Can we get in the shower now?" I ask.

"Sure." Michael smiles.

I take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

I start taking off my make up and get in the shower before Michael.

"Are you ready?" I ask, watching as he gets undressed.

"Yes, babe." Michael laughs, stepping in the shower.

"Finally." I roll my eyes.

"Jesus, Liz! Are you trying to burn off your skin?" Michael exclaims, reaching for the temperature control.

"Nooo." I whine. "I like it like this."

"Alright fine. I'll cremate myself as long as you're happy." Michael says.

"Babe." I laugh, grabbing my shampoo.

"Want me to wash your hair?" Michael asks.

"If you want." I shrug, handing him the shampoo.

After Michael washes my hair we finish in the shower and go back to the bedroom.

"Your pyjamas are here, Liz." Michael calls from the closet.