Sweet dreams, my little pigeon [TAG: Ariel]

Ariel was in a nightgown and rushing to Miguel's bedroom. She had just pushed him off of the couch due to he was tickling her. When she noticed she had pushed him off and the look he gave her, she bolted. She knew she was in trouble when he gave her that look. Thankfully he didn't get hurt when she did push him off. Cause that wasn't what she wanted.

So when she moved into his bedroom she plopped herself on the bed, pillow in hand, ready to attack. She was in a great mood tonight. She felt like herself. She was bubbly and playful, something she hadn't felt in a while. She loved what Miguel did for her, and loved the acting career, but she just couldn't get along with the director. Sometimes he would give her a hard time about her acting, told her it was to broadway sometimes. Every time he did this, she made sure to tell him that was what she was. A broadway actress. Lately he was being kinder, especially after she told him she would leave the set if he didn't respect her. Of course she was nervous saying that, almost shaking when she yelled at him. But it had worked, and that was what mattered.

Ariel's thoughts of how happy she was right now vanished when she saw Miguel come in. With a giggle she threw the pillow at him. Almost hitting his face. Her smile grew at his compliment. "Thank you." She replied as she armed herself with a new one.

Ariel shrieked when he jumped on the bed and pinned her down. "N-no!" Ariel giggled as he started to tickle her again. Her hands tried to push him off, but with how hard she was laughing she couldn't. She tried to wiggle her way out, moving up the bed as she did. She only stopped when she felt him kissing her belly after lifting her dress up. The moment she felt him hit her sweet spot on her right side with a kiss, she let out a little moan. Her body tensing as she blushed and looked at him. He had heard that, she was dead. Call everything off, put up the white flag! She just lost this battle.

"Flawless victory," he murmured, keeping to tease Ariel in a way that caused her to moan. He closed his eyes in pleasure, feeling the blood pressure rising in his whole body. He loved the way she moaned. He loved her voice. He loved her looks, he loved her smell. And he loved to give her the pleasure she deserved. Leaving a trail of kisses on her sides, for a moment, he interrupted himself, slighly leaning away from her body. Miguel grined with wild look in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her nipples grew harder, protruding through the fabric. Her cheeks got as pink as a rose. Her breath beckoned him, begging for resumption. Well, how could he refuse her charms? The fair-haired man's groin grew bigger, as he laid over his girlfriend, supporting his body with his arms. After curving his tongue around and into her navel, he kept kissing her hot skin, her belly, her breast, her neck and then, finally, her gorgeous red lips. As soon as he kissed Ariel, Miguel gently stroked her hair from her forehead with his right hand and slid a knee between her legs, supporting himself and leaving no space separating them, so she could breath and still be close to his body. It took all the willpower he had to break away from her lips and look deep into her beautiful emerald green eyes. A strip of saliva was still connecting their mouths. "I love you," he whispered, slighlty panting from the passionate kiss they just shared. He hoped that it wasn't the whim of a moment! He felt that connection, they belonged to each other, from that day in dressing room. The press can say whatever the fuck they want! They were one. He took off Ariel's nightgown, revealing her small, round and pink tipped breasts. He lowered his head and sucked on one of her nipples, flicking it with her tongue, craving to hear more of her moans of pleasure.