Aftersex pancakes? :D?

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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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Alice woke up early, she always did when drank the night before. Getting up, she laid in bed for awhile, willing herself to go back to sleep. When it proved that it simply wasn't going to happen, she opened her eyes to look at the man sleeping next to her. Wow, what a trip that had been. From a crummy night at work, to a handsome man next to her in the morning.

A handsome man that wasn't looking for a quick fuck. Shaking her head, she smiled to herself and kissed his forehead before slipping from bed.

Starting the coffee she headed into the bathroom and showered, thinking about what would come next. Taking her time, she washed and studied the bruises left on her hips from his fingers. A slow grin touched her lips, they looked rather sexy on her.

Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself, using another one to dry her hair off she walked into the main living area. Inhaling, she was surprised to smell something other then coffee, and that made her stomach growl.

Coming up behind the topless Michael, she grinned and kissed the middle of his back. "Mmm, something smells good."

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Laying down on his chest she kissed him. Those hard, biting kisses, more tongue and teeth, then anything. Kisses that made her heart race, that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. Kisses that she couldn't get enough of. Half of her knew the reason why she wanted this, and the other half protested that a nice, gentle coupling would be much more rewarding.

Guess what half she was listening to at the moment.

Pushing up his shirt, or her shirt that he was wearing, she started to rub up against him once more. Eager, willing, wanting, Throwing herself at him, she would do whatever he wanted her to do, and gladly.

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Alice hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, well she had kicked off the sheets, but that's because it was too hot. Laying on her back, she twirled a piece of dark hair around her finger, smoking a cigarette. Thinking, thinking about what she had to do later that night and how long he was going to be staying in New York. She hadn't thought to ask him that, or a lot of other things.

When he opened the door, she crushed out the cigarette, and waved the smoke away from her face. Eyebrows raised when he pulled on his pants and she shook her head a little bit. She could never understand why people had issues with being naked.

Still, there was something about a slightly damp man in just slacks. "You look good like that."

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Michael couldn't help it, he laughed at her. She looked so huffy.

Sighing, he picked up his phone. "Yes, George Michael. I know. Uh-huh. Just park the staircar.. any place you can and we'll let you in. Yeah. Bye."

"He's here," Michael announced unnecessarily. "And you look great - I was only kidding."