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]

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."

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

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!

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

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.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

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?

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

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.