mikki bby 🪐

You're generally shy, and that worsens with every casual and deep conversation you two have. You blame it on those green eyes and dimpled smile that he totes around. Throw in his charm, height, and lean build, and you were practically itching to jump on him with no confidence to do so.

You were almost bouncing off the walls earlier in preparation. From washing a week's worth of dirty laundry to changing your sheets to making and eating (and making a mess of) some curry shrimp and rice for dinner.

The mess part started when you shook a Tupperware container that was less covered than you thought it was and got curry all over your first outfit. Your roommate saved you with her slightly better options. Exit the large t-shirt and baggy jeans you started with, and enter the very small tank top, shorts, and sneakers that you stole from her closet.

Even now, your roommate supports you from the other side of the party, where she's making out with another member of the football team. You, on the other hand, found solace in a corner, head bopping to the music playing, and sipping on a cup of whatever mixture of liquor yet another football player threw together.

You watch Cam in the distance, laughing with his friends in the haze of alternating blue and red lighting. You wondered if he knew you were here. Granted, when he asked you to come over, you didn't really give him a complete answer, settling on 'I'll think about it.'

There wasn't much thought to it, really. You just didn't want to sound too eager.

Juggling the purse nudged onto your shoulder, your phone, and your drink felt like enough work for tonight. Somewhere down the line, you decided staring at him might be the creepiest thing you've done in the name of being noticed, so you avert your gaze to a random social media app on your phone.

You scroll mindlessly, giggling at the occasional post before you feel someone's presence directly in front of you. You look up, prepared to kindly reject whoever approached you.

"You made it," Cam gawks, almost sarcastically surprised. He's just as handsome as he was in the daytime, six hours ago. "I thought you were gonna leave me hanging."

You scrunch your nose as you fight your smile. "You know I couldn't do that." Well, if this were any earlier in your guys' friendship (?), you probably could. You were notorious for skipping out on things like this, preferring the comfort of your bed or a smaller kickback. "I saw you scored a couple of touchdowns tonight." You try to talk about his role in football despite how little you know of the entire sport.

Cameron Cade smirks that glorious smirk and nods down at you, his 6'5" self towering over you. "You know, something slight. I didn't see you in the crowd, though."

You don't tell him that you spent the entire game running around your apartment in search of that first outfit and that you couldn't spare the short time between the game ending and this party beginning to convince yourself to even come out tonight. "You tryna say you were looking for me?"

His eyes drift from yours to your mouth before running down the length of your outfit. Your stomach turns nervously. As much as you hate being perceived, being perceived by this specific gorgeous man is enough to have you running down fourteen blocks screaming at the top of your lungs.

"Yeah, I was," he says, as if he's saying his ABCs. Even over the music blasting, his voice was smooth and velvety and sending shivers down your spine. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and takes the cup from your hand to put it on a random side table. He then slides his hand into yours. "Dance with me."

Your cheeks heat, and arm hairs raise with goosebumps. You silently nod and step with him as he walks backward, making sure to keep his eyes on you, as if this is too good to be true and you'll run away if he looks anywhere else.

The song playing isn't what typically plays at a party like this—it's too angsty. Too slow. Yet, it's perfect for Tyriq to spin you around and press your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and nudges his face into the crook of your neck. It feels too romantic, and all you can do is rock against him, feeling the music flow through you, and your nerves feel like they're on fire.

You can feel his breath on your ear as he holds you, and nothing has felt as right as this does. "We done playing this cat and mouse game?"

You finally smile. "Are you the cat in this situation?"

You feel him nod into your neck, and then...he brushes his lips against the skin. Trying not to shiver under his touch might be the hardest thing you've had to do all semester. "Hell yeah, I'm the cat. I've been tryna chase you the past couple weeks."

You roll your eyes and turn in his grasp before wrapping your arms around his neck. This tall ass man. He already has a wide smile on his face, and you can't help but shoot one back at him.

Shoutout liquid courage. "Take me on a date, and I'll think about it."

"Baby, take over." Kiera groans as a wave of heat rushes over her. She releases the stroller holding the twins and allows Chris to grab a hold of it. "Whew, I think this was a bad idea."

Chris guffaws, "I've been telling you, Ki."

"No you didn't," The woman defends, "You said 'it's a beautiful day outside, woifey, why don't we go for a little walk and put the babies to sleep.'"

Chris pauses and looks at his wife, "Do I really sound like that? I don't sound like that."

Rolling her eyes, the mother of two grabs the cold bottle of water from the bag right behind the stroller and presses it against her brown skin. She should've been used to the Australian heat by now, but low and behold — she can't even manage 32°C (90°F). She blames it on the fact that she's been pushing the stroller with her two babies for the last twenty-five minutes.

That was her way of trying to bounce back to her pre-pregnancy body — by pushing a stroller as if that was the correct way to work out.

Well, better than nothing.

"Even the snake doesn't like it." Kiera notices the coiled up animal on the other side of the street. Usually, she'd be back home in T-minus 1 minute at the sight of Australia's many beasts, but with her husband by her side, she feels slightly better about it.

Chris rolls his eyes playfully despite the sweaty tendril of hair that falls into his face, "I've been telling you we should've stayed in and started that new Netflix show."

Kiera sends him a look, "First of all..." She pokes his bulging bicep, "You already started it, with your annoying, impatient self. Second of all, if we stayed in, you know those babies wouldn't be asleep until ten o'clock tonight."

He scrunches his face and glances down at the two girls in the stroller, cuddled up in each other. Ever since they were born, Myah and Kyah had been inseparable. Though they're barely one year old, they've begun defending each other from Chris's playful antics and they do pretty much everything together — including screaming more than they sleep.

And they have their own baby talk that Chris also seems to be in tune with. Not surprisingly.

Chris shrugs in realization, "Point made." He looks to his wife and sees that her eyes are now closed in satisfaction, the water leaving slight red marks on her skin from pressing it against herself so hard. Is he even a good husband if he doesn't make a joke of the distressing moment? "What is that smell?"

Kiera already knows what's coming and rolls her eyes, "Don't you dare."

"Smells like disappointment and an unfit woman."

She scoffs in dramatic offense, "Damn, put your arm down then. Gonna infiltrate the whole of Byron Bay."

Yeah, he was expecting that. Hence why he snatches the bottle of water from her grasp and pries it open, much to her protest.

"No, Chris, use the other bottle. I already know what you're about to do." She argues, poking his sides to no prevail.

He gasps dramatically, and pulls the bottle the rest of the way open, "Too late. Want some?" Without waiting for a response, he pours the ice cold water over his wife's torso, significantly cooling her body but she doesn't want to admit that.

Her matching white shirt sticks to her skin as she scoffs and mumbles, "Bitch."

Chris tries not to burst out laughing but as Kiera grabs the bottle from his grasp and reciprocates to him what he did to her, he stops pushing the stroller and throws his head back in anticipation and satisfaction.

"Damn, that feels good." He shimmies his torso into an odd dance move, his feet hopping from side to side. Kiera laughs as he mocks a strip tease, flipping his hair side to side and pulling his shirt away from his skin, "Give me more, baby mama."

"Shut up." She presses a hand to his taut stomach and pushes him away lightly but he just chuckles deeply and takes a hold of her arm to pull her into him.

With wet clothes practically translucent against the other, the couple finds themselves caught up in each other's stares.

Their lips meet and Kiera bites his bottom lip in the midst of their kiss. It's short, sweet, a refreshing release from the unbearable heat surrounding them.

Walking into the house, you let out an exhausted groan. Your head is dragging under the weight of the braids you just got done and your eyes droop from sitting in a salon chair for nine hours. You're starving and tired, but hey, at least you look cute.

You drop your keys on the counter and venture further into the living room where you can hear the Dream Song from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. That must mean Zara is still up.

The last time you checked your phone, it was 8:23 PM, not quite her bedtime. You're curious about what her and Chris spent the day doing — watching movies, playing games. Judging by the pile of toys pushed off in the corner, they definitely played games.

"Hello, my babies," You greet them, dramatically, throwing your arms out and flashing your hair to show it off. You capture your family's attention as you step toward them.

"Mommy!" Your four-year-old squeals and jumps out of her father's lap, her tiny legs running towards you.

"Hi," You laugh and lift her into your arms. She kisses your cheeks with a pizza stained mouth, making you lean back and try to wipe her mouth with your hands. "You're eating pizza with daddy?"

"And watching Sharkboy and Lavagirl." She adds, excitedly. With her in your arms, you walk over to the couch and plop down beside your husband who was staring at you with adoration.

He smiles at you as Zara already moves back into his lap, "Hi, my beautiful wife."

"Hello, my wonderful husband." You grin, cheekily. His eyes shift to the Bohemian braids that span your entire back and stops at the start of your ass.

"I like your hair, babe." He says, "Looks really good."

"Yeah, mommy," Zara speaks up as she shoves another slice of pizza into her mouth, "Your hair is really pretty."

"Thank you, mama." You thank her, "You know not to talk with food in your mouth, though."

She nods and looks back to the TV, allowing you to avert your attention back to Chris, "Thank you, baby." You cup his jaw with one hand and kiss his lips, quickly, before Zara can push you two apart, which she's known for.

That's not enough for him though, because he leans in and captures your lips into another one. Pulling away, he scans your face.

"Alright, Imma go try to put this hair up and take a shower. Make sure she doesn't stay up too late."

"Eat something first." He says, motioning to the box of pizza on the coffee table, "Might be a little cold." That doesn't stop you from grabbing two slices and sandwiching them together.

Before you can get up, Zara starts to bounce on Chris's knee, "Mommy, mommy, mommy," She rambles.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I am so fucking tired." Kiera cries in annoyance as she nuzzles under Chris's thick bicep. He allows her to burrow her bonnet covered head into his hold.

He exhales, "Then go to sleep, Ki." His voice is deeper than the usual — why wouldn't it be? It's three in the morning and his wife keeps waking him up every hour to complain that she can't sleep.

Kiera sighs, "You know I can't." Pregnancy has been hard on Ki's body — her back, her shoulders, her head... she's just struggling at the moment and what can usually fix that is comfort provided by her husband. Now that she's on the third and fourth additions to the family, but just a few months along, she's in pain.

She watches as Chris finally peeks an eye open — it's like she gained night vision along with constant migraines.

He runs his eyes over her face in sympathy, "Back or belly?"

Kiera thinks about it for a moment, "Both."

The man pecks his wife's lips before turning her around, pressing her back against his taut chest. He rests a hand on her pregnant belly and kisses her shoulder.

"I read something..." Kiera looks out through the bedroom sliding door to watch the waves of the sea crash against the shore.

Chris's fingers travel in a circle around Kiera's belly button, "Hmm. You can read?"

The singer grunts and reaches back to hit her husband's shoulder, "Fuck you." He chuckles and kisses her shoulder again as an apology, "Anyways, back to what I was saying before you so rudely interrupted — I read something online about orgasms helping with pain."

"Where'd you read that? Twitter?" Chris snorts, slowly being knocked out of his stupor.

Kiera turns to face him, taking in the smug smirk on his face, "Keep playing me, Chris. Acting like I won't kick you out this bed."

He's unbothered as he burrows his face in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin. Kiera remains firm in her resolve. Chris chuckles and removes his hand from her stomach to tilt her neck so he has more space to work. "Then however would you get that orgasm, sweetheart?"

"Remember that gift you gave me when you were leaving to go to India for Extraction?"

Chris gasps, dramatically, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

The gift Kiera was referring to was the trusty grey vibrator situated in her night table. Chris knew he was going to be gone for a while and didn't want to leave his wife all high and dry so he got her something to help her out while he was gone.

It's probably the best gift she's received in her entire life because while it might not have the same finesse as Chris, it sure does get the job done.

Taking his silence as an answer, Kiera allows the smug smirk to grow on her face.

"Now, please fuck me to sleep, Chris."

The man groans, "Is this what I've been reduced to in our marriage?" As he speaks, he turns his wife so her back is against him and proceeds to remove the boxers she stole from him, "Just a piece of meat here to bring you pleasure?"

Kiera twists her head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Unless you wanna carry these kids —"

Knowing what she's getting at, the actor sighs and pulls down his underpants before running his tongue up three fingers, "As you wish, madam."

backstory : kiera hemsworth, née griffin, was a singer/model. she is very outspoken in her activism and empowerment. she met chris at the movie premiere for a movie she produced a soundtrack for. he wasn't in the movie — his brother, liam was — but that didn't stop her from freaking out when they caught each other's eyes in the crowd.

he asked her out for coffee while on the red carpet and of course, paparazzi caught a candid photo of kiera practically losing her mind. a week passed and coffee turned into dinner, dinner turned into a sixth date, and before the two knew it, they were one year into dating before they decided to publicize it.

there were the haters, the racists (all of which chris spoke out against), and then kiera's favorites — the die-hard chris fans that rode hard for her too.

now chris and kiera are newly married after five years of dating, kiera is living in australia with her husband, and they have twins on the way.

this is definitely a dream worth living.