Stayin' Alive! Since not many are nowadays...
Title: My Itty Bitty Lover
Author: Yours Truly
Paring: Bike
Rating: A nice, mild PG-13.
Summary: Billie hates being short, but it doesn't bother Mike one bit.
Word Count: 493. It's a shortie.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these men :(
A/Ns: Hello everyone! I'm so so so so sorry I haven't written in awhile, but I have had the worst writers block for the longest time. But I'm in better spirits now so I going to try and post more often, much love to all of you :) <333
This is based off of this little thing I found on the tube :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jBO0-r5iEQ&feature=related
"I still can't get over how much shorter I am than everyone else," Billie mutters as he gets in the passenger seat of my car, clearly annoyed.
I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Even next to Kristen Wiig, the one female in the promo, he was still the shortest out of the 5 of us.
"I mean as if it's not obvious enough that I'm little next to the two of you, they just HAD to stand me next to Will! They did that on purpose I sw-" I start to chuckle, just because he sounds so cute when he whines, but he shoots me a stony look as I start up the car and head back to my house.
"You think this is funny Mikey? I know you do! This isn't funny! This is a very personal subject for me, I'll have you know." I swallow more laughter and turn my head to look at him quickly before I put my focus back on the road. He's angry, and I know it, but it's so damn cute. I can't even get over how hot he gets when he gets annoyed or pissed off, and I'm not the one to make it better.
I take hold of his left hand and bring it to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "I was only laughing because you were laughing before, baby." I say in my sweetest, most charming voice, the one that usually has him on his knees in seconds.
"Yeah well it was only to keep up appearances. I hate being so short. It's all that damn coffee you make me Mike." I smile and kiss his hand again, taking the blame.
That's my Billie, putting the blame on everyone else. It's one of the cutest things about him. But I'll never tell him.
Cars infront of me begin to slow and eventually come to a halt as we enter a traffic jam, and I turn to Billie, forgetting the road. Normally I'd be annoyed but I don't really care today.
I cup his face in my hands and kiss him softly a few times. "You know where it doesn't matter what height you are?"
Billie shrugs and looks away, but I give him a little nugde to look back at me and I steal his lips again in a hungry kiss.
"When we're lying together on the couch, or holding each other in the tub," I kiss him hard, my tongue gently probing the inside of his mouth. "Or making sweet love in our bed. You could be 5'6" or 7 feet tall but it never matter to me, as long as we're together."
Billie smiles, a little bashfully. "Oh, you're just saying that."
"I could be. But I'm not," I kiss him again and laugh. 'Because I love you for who you are Bill."
"And what may that be?"
"A cute, sexy, average sized midget."