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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[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

She practically crashed into his chest and lips, she could feel her teeth cut into the already sensitive flesh. Oh, heaven. Pulling back from the kiss, she righted herself, straddling his hips as she looked down at him.

"No hitting, no breaking the skin, and nothing on my face or neck. If it hurts, or you start doing something wrong, I'll let you know, I'll tell you to stop." It was interesting coming up with rules for the bed room, she should have been use to them by now.

"Take what you want, Michael. Tell me what you want me to do. You want me to suck your cock, tell me. You want to fuck me, just do it." Her voice was soft, breathless as she bowed her head for another hard kiss.

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

This was the first time... he had ever done anything like this. Why would he hit her? Panic started to settle into his stomach at her words, but he found himself nodding. He could do this. He could!

...Maybe.

Right now though, he could kiss her. The way she kissed... god, it reminded him of a parana. And yet, he wasn't dissuaded by it. He started to understand how she could walk in, knowing she would be battered, but the pain did something extra... honed the senses to the other person.

It was.. well, it was really pretty neat.