familylovehim | Aftersex pancakes? :D?

Michael woke up.. feeling very warm. Which was strange because he was still in New York, wasn't he? Looking around for the offending object that had woken him, he snatched his phone off the table and flipped it open to shut it up. But it wasn't a call. I was like, 8 trillion text messages from his brother GOB. Rolling his eyes, he put the phone on silent, double-checking to make sure George Michael hadn't called.

And that's when everything from the previous night came back to him, all at once. He couldn't help the smile that came over his face as he laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling. He had a conference today but not for a few hours yet. And they weren't even important meetings -- he had come out here in the Michael-version of a vacation, after all.

Upon further inspection, he realized he was alone in bed, and he could hear the shower running. Begrudgingly, he decided to get up and find something useful to do.

He pulled on his slacks and padded off to the kitchen in search of some breakfast. Some investigation yielded a box of pancake mix and some eggs. Shrugging, he set to work.

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And he did, come into her mouth, hips straining upwards to meet her lips. He fell back onto the bed, happily slumping against the headboard.

"Come here," he commanded when he could breath again, pressing their lips tightly together. He could taste himself in her mouth, but he couldn't say he minded.

She barely had time to swallow him all down when she found her lips pressed against his. Groaning, she wrapped an arm around his neck and opened her mouth to him.

Her body half draped over his, she pressed close, still breathing hard and trembling from the orgasm she had given him.

Michael pulled them as tightly together as their bodies would allow. It seemed to him as if they were breathing through each other's mouths.

"What do you want?" he panted against her neck when he finally had to pull away to actually breathe.

By the time he pulled away, her head was swimming, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She didn't know what she wanted, apparently the ability to make decisions had gotten lost somewhere between them.

"I don't know," she finally admitted, her arms tight around him, keeping her grounded. "W-what are you comfortable with?"

Rather than try to answer her, he sighed, kissing her forehead lightly as his hands traveled down her stomach, stroking smooth skin. Cautiously, one hand took firm hold of a breast, thumb flicking a nipple as the other hand moved lower still.

Not wanting to break the contact, but wanting to make it easy for him, she slid off of his chest and on to her back on the bed next to him. Her fingers moved slowly through his brown hair as she whimpered and squirmed under his fingers.

As his thumb brushed over her nipple, it hardened and she let out a stifled little gasp. "Use your mouth, please? That's what I would like."

Michael raised his eyebrows, but nodded, taking her nipple firmly between his lips. Scraping his teeth along the edge he worked a finger inside her while she was... otherwise distracted.

Her back arched, fingers tightening their hold on his hair as she moaned softly. She was in heaven, her head swimming with pleasure as he fingered her. Spreading her legs, she bent a knee and offered more of herself up to him.

She was soaked, she always got like that when she got someone off. Already worked up, it wouldn't take long before she got off.

Smiling, his lips left her breast in favor of her stomach as he slowly pushed another finger inside, working them against her clit. He licked and nipped the expanse of skin from navel to hip, making sure to concentrate on the bruises there. Her words were running through his head even as he stroked her insides -- she didn't mind being marked by him; she enjoyed the reminder... All of it, these whole two days, would eventually be subsumed by other memories. But the one thing that would remain was this feeling.

The feeling he was doing something right.

Taking a breath, he moved more confidently in between her thighs, still pinching and working her with his fingers as his tongue delved inside.

She let out a small whine when he left her breasts, it was only half hearted, especially when she felt his lips moving down her body. God, it was nice to have someone pay attention to her, her needs, her wants. Someone who actually cared if she felt good or not.

At his pressure against her bruises her hips arched and she moaned loudly. They did hurt, when someone pushed at them, and that pain went straight through her. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, shaking with the need to get off.

It was his tongue that pushed her over the edge, that and the sight of him between her legs. Moaning loudly, her head rolled to the side as she thrust herself up against his face, soaking his fingers and his tongue. "Oh, Michael . . . "

Michael smiled as his name dropped from her lips, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean. He dragged himself up the length of her body, his head lolling on her shoulder, a leg wrapped possessively around her hips.

"You taste good," he said, seemingly to no one in particular, nipping gently at her throat.

"Why thank you darling," her words were a bit breathless, still coming down from her high. Turning her head, she cupped his cheek and caught his lips in a slow, gentle kiss. She could taste herself on him, a familiar taste, and something she had no problem with.

"Thank you, that felt so good, just what I needed." Turning her body she snuggled close to his chest, her eyes closing.

Stroking her hair idly, he felt her relax into him. They stayed like that for a long time, neither saying a word. The city was still teetering on the edge of morning, from the small tendrils of light Michael caught peeking through her blinds, and the bustle he could hear picking up to an even keel.

"I should shower," he said mournfully, not making a move to get up. "George Michael will be here soon."

She didn't want him to go, she didn't want him to move. She wanted him to stay right there with her for the rest of the day. It was almost a frightening thought. Shaking her head she gave a grunt and tightened her arms around him, silently suggesting that he wasn't going to go anywhere.

"I like you here, I don't want you to go." She finally muttered into his chest, half hoping that he wouldn't hear her, saving her the embarrassment of potential rejection.

What the fuck was she saying? She didn't even know his last name!

The boldness of her words startled him, but he merely laughed, responding the only way he knew how: with lame humor.

"I'm only going to shower. I'll be gone.. ten minutes, tops."

And with that, he planted a kiss to her temple and marched off to the bathroom, not daring to look back.

She watched him go through short strands of dark hair, and when the bathroom door was finally closed she sighed. Sliding under the sheets, she rolled over to where he had been laying and pressed her face to the pillow.

It was possible that she was one of the biggest idiots in New York, and that was saying a lot.

What was she getting herself into?

Michael hummed happily as he showered, using Alice's flowery shampoo to tame his greasy hair. Just a short few days ago, he had believed his days were numbered -- that no woman in her right mind would want him. Uptight and boring Michael, like GOB always said.

Not that what GOB said was ever taken into account, but he believed it too, sometimes. He cleaned himself efficiently, padding out of the shower in exactly 9 minutes and 52 seconds.

Towel wrapped securely around his waist, he found his pants near the foot of the bed and pulled them on. He wasn't exactly a Never-Nude, obviously, but certainly a not-nude-unless-necessary was appropo.

Edited 2008-06-26 21:10 (UTC)

Aftersex pancakes? :D?

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