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]

He caught the fear in her eyes and frowned. He hadn't really had particular plans in mind... but he supported GOB's dream, albeit unwillingly. He could certainly support another if it was to a better end (he was convinced anything would be).

Waving a hand, Michael tried to articulate what he had meant.

"If you're happy.. doing what you do? Just forget it." He bit his lip, unsure of where to go from here. "I just meant... I don't know, didn't you have a dream as a kid?"

He who had wasted his dreams was asking a young stripper about hers. There was something so wrong about that.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

Now that was an interesting look on him, that nervous, deflecting tone he took on, trying so hard not to offend her. Shaking her head she pulled back and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back into place as she tried to figure out a correct response.

So he didn't have a plan, just wanted to know what she wanted to do. Which was all well and good, if she actually knew what she wanted to do. For fucks sake, you spend twenty-four years on the earth, you should know what you want to do by now. It was frustrating, as she let herself think about it.

Turning back to him, she straddled his lap and slid her hands up his chest slowly. "I don't know what I want to do, and that's the truth. My dream when I was little, was to be a dancer, and now I am." In an attempt to appear apathetic, she shrugged a shoulder.

God, childhood, what a long time ago that was.

"What did you want to be when you were a little kid?"

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to be a lawyer," he said slowly, distracted yet again by her nakedness. "I even went to law school, but I never took the bar. And I never practiced."

Even that seemed a long time away for him, and he smiled softly, rubbing her arm.

"There's no rush." Nevermind that George Michael would probably be here within 20 minutes. He had meant in life, after all.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you practice law? I bet you would make a really good lawyer." If he was distracted, she didn't notice, or at least pretended not to.

Hands on either side of his head, palms against the head board, she lent forward and kissed him slowly - her mouth moving delicately over his. Of course, they had all the time in the world.

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

"Well, I did get to defend my father in a mock-trial once," he announced, the pride clear in his voice. "But the family business needed me so I've.. stuck with it." More or less.

He kissed her back easily, hands moving languidly over her shoulders and neck.

"So I've got a question for you... Do you want to meet George Michael or should I go downstairs when he comes?"

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm I bet you were fantastic, did you get the charges dropped?" It was nice to hear him speak so proudly, to sound happy, and she smiled against his mouth.

Stealing a few more kisses, she shrugged before opening her eyes.

"I have no problem meeting him, do you want to introduce me to him?" Now that would be something.

[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.