Aftersex pancakes? :D?

[familylovehim]

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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[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly," he evaded, shrugging. "But it all worked out in the end."

Sure, it had, Michael. Sure, it had.

"Yeah, sure. He'd love to meet you."

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly? What does that mean?" Raising an eyebrow she gave him a look, but didn't wait for the answer. No she seemed very content with kissing him at that very moment.

She didn't know when she would get a chance to kiss him again, at least not like this. She had no idea if he would come back to see her after he was done with the conference.

"Not putting clothes," she informed him between kisses.

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

"Oh come on." He poked in between her ribs, laughing. "I can't have him see you like this."

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Whyyy nott?" Moaning, she started to giggle, oh, yes, her one weakness, being very ticklish. "Naked is natural and beautiful! Are you ashamed of me?"

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

"George Michael's a shy kid," Michael said instead, getting up to put on his shirt and belt. George Michael was bringing him a fresh change of clothes, but he did always like being.. presentable. At least somewhat so, anyway.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't matter." It was a pretty meaningless statement, because she got up and started rooting around for something to wear. She finally decided on one of those fake old concert tee-shirts and a pair of hip hugger jeans.

"Acceptable?"

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

Michael nodded, finding his shoes somewhere under the bed with his wallet stuffed inside the left one. Classy. He turned his eyes towards her, giving her a contemplative once-over.

"I think it'll do." And there went his obnoxious ring-tone. Fuck.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"it'll do?" She gave him a look, her hands on her hips, she could go back to being naked, maybe that would do better. Oh she was in a mood.

Running her fingers through her hair she walked back to the door, and grabbed her keys as she slid on her flats.