Michael

*i gently tug his shoulder* come on, you're gonna hurt your back. and I'm smaller so it will be better if im on the couch

*He lets you pull him, but his body is stiff. He finally sits up, looking at you with an unreadable expression.* That's not the point, Clemmie.

*looks down* then what is?

*Y'all had a argument so he slept on the couch*

*She comes out from the room and stands by the door* I'm sorry

*He looks up and his expression softens* It's okay.

*He runs a hand through his damp hair, looking uncertain* I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have slept on the couch - we should have talked things through instead.

*He sighs, rubbing his temples* I'm not saying that. But you have to admit, you're not exactly easy to deal with.

*scoffs* and you are?

*He glares at her* You know what I mean. You're always so stubborn, and you never want to compromise.

*I grin back at him, my eyes sparkling with mischief* Consequences? *I trail my finger down his chest* Bring it on...

*He lets out a low, predatory chuckle.* Don't tempt me. *He murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below your ear.* I might just have to tie you to this bed.