Liz Gillies Requests

Her {Part 2} (Liz&Michael) - Request ★

~NOTES~
The feedback for this was so unexpectedly good, I made a part two after many requests for it. Thoughts? Let me know if you want a part three. Enjoy :)

Liz's POV
Fin puts her hands in my hair and pulls me close, kissing me.

I pull away instantly.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask.

"Kissing you." Fin says.

I look into her eyes and lean in, kissing her back.

I feel Fin turn me around and suddenly I'm pushed into the wall as we continue kissing.

"This...is bad." I gasp.

"The kiss?" Fin asks breathlessly.

"The kissing is amazing but... it's also so, so bad." I say.

"Do you want to stop?" Fin asks.

I shake my head no and kiss her again.

The sound of glass smashing and wine spilling all over the floor makes us break apart.

I see Michael stood in the doorway surrounded by a broken bottle of wine.

"So, I, uh- I got the wine." Michael says awkwardly.

"Michael we-" Fin's mouth goes dry and she stops talking.

I look between them both before opening my mouth to speak.

"I think we should talk."

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Fin decided it was best if she went home. Michael quickly agreed and I showed Fin out.

I walk back into the kitchen and see Michael sat at the breakfast bar with his head in his hands.

"Babe." I start.

"How could you do this?" Michael asks, head still in his hands.

"It was all so fast, I - I don't know, I didn't know what was happening until I was kissing her back." I explain.

Michael looks up at me.

"I know you've shown interest in women before but I didn't think you'd actually make out with one in our house the minute I left the room." Michael rants.

"Michael, you have every right to be mad. Believe me, I'm mad at myself." I say.

"I'm so confused. Dammit, Liz!" Michael groans.

"I know, I know. I'm confused too. I'm also still a little drunk. Can we talk tomorrow?" I ask.

"Are you kidding?" Michael asks.

"I have a huge headache and I can't even think straight. No pun intended." I say and Michael smirks.

"Yeah okay, let's just sleep on it." Michael says, standing up.

"Do you want me to sleep in one of the guest rooms?" I ask.

"No. Not unless you want to." Michael says.

"No, I don't." I say with a small smile.

"Come on then." Michael says and I follow him upstairs.

Timeskip

I'm lying on my side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Liz." Michael whispers from beside me.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Are you awake?" Michael asks.

"Yes." I say.

"I can't sleep. Can we talk?" Michael asks.