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]

Michael blushed, hoping George Michael hadn't heard her. Sure, he was a bright kid and all, but it was one thing to know something.. another entirely to see it.

He knew that all too well.

Smiling idly, he made George Michael a quick ham and cheese and made himself a roastbeef something (he wasn't really paying attention).

He motioned for George Michael to sit at the bar and sat next to him, picking up the paper he had been distracted from this morning and began skimming it.

"I have 20 minutes before I have to leave..." That wasn't enough time to bring George Michael back to the model home. "Do you mind hanging out in the waiting room? I don't think this meeting is going to get too serious."

[doomedtoinherit.livejournal.com]

George Michael nodded, eating his sandwich quietly.

"Unless... could I stay here?" he asked suddenly, eyes flicking from his father to Alice.

What? He was curious.

Turning to Alice outright, he asked, "Would you mind?"

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Of course I don't mind, I was about to suggest it. There's no reason why you have to sit around a waiting room for God knows how long."

Opening the fridge, she took out a diet coke and cracked it open. Taking a sip she grinned suddenly.

"We'll have fun."

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

Michael had the decency to look terrified, but he supposed it was out of his hands anyway. He turned to George Michael to say something fatherly like "be on your best behavior" but the kid always was anyway. And besides, he was what 15? 16? Nothing Michael could do would really change him now.

Another thing Michael had learned from experience.

"I'm sure you guys will," he settled on instead, giving Alice a brief kiss before grabbing a soda and heading out.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

Alice lent up and returned the kiss, her fingers moving over his stomach as he pulled away. Once they were alone, she moved from the fridge and to the counter. Arms crossed and she placed them on the counter top and lent forward.

"Well, you are all mine now. Is there something you've always wanted to do, or should we pretend to be tourists?"