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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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.