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 nodded, unsure of what was happening, but along for the ride either way. He stripped off the shirt and watched it fall to the ground near where he had neatly folded and arranged his things.

"I'm sorry I can't..." Bruise you? Order you around? "Hurt you."

He frowned, knowing that hadn't come out right. But it was the truth.

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When the shirt was on the floor, she started to kiss down his chest, her fingers and lips exploring all those places she had missed late last night. "It's okay, sugar, don't worry about it," she reassured him against his flesh as she worked her way toward his pants.

There was no need to get upset over him not wanting to hurt her. In retrospect, it all seemed completely psychotic to begin with.

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Michael threw an arm over his eyes so as not to go into sensory overload. Her lips were so hot; so insistent against his flesh...

His body was responding in ways he couldn't control, and he was pretty sure he was whimpering -- or doing something akin to it anyhow.

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Kneeling between his legs, she gently pushed the fabric of his slacks and shorts out of the way, freeing his cock for her. Enjoying the little noises more then she should, she grinned and stroked him a few more times before bowing her head.

The first touch of her tongue was hesitant, exploring, and tasting before she wrapped her lips around the head of his prick. Grinning around him, she started to bob her head up and down, inching him into her mouth before pulling back. All while dragging her lips and tongue after her.

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He inhaled sharply, one hand winding in her hair gently, unmoving.

He caught himself wondering how many guys she had gone down on, the famous scene from Clerks running through his head, and then her tongue descended on him and suddenly it didn't matter. He just barely kept himself from bucking into her mouth, the hand in her hair tightening imperceptibly as he bit his own wrist.

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She liked his hand on the back of her head, it let her know she was doing something right.

He was so quiet, and she had to look up at him for a moment to make sure he wasn't completely repulsed by the act. There wasn't a guy she had dated that didn't enjoy a blow job. Applying a bit more pressure, she took more of him into her mouth. Her free hand cupping his sac and base of his cock to hold him still as she let her head move up and down easily.

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"Oh god that's good.." he muttered, mostly to himself.

He knew he wasn't very loud during sex, and it was somewhere they differed, but he had never liked... making a scene.

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She gave a silent chuckle, as she pulled her lips up to his head, to focus on the sensitive skin. Tongue swirling around him as she brushed hair away from her face.

Just as long as he was enjoying it, that's all that really mattered. Even if he was quiet.

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Michael held her hair back, using both hands now. With a sigh, his hips shifted, the head bumping against the roof of her mouth. Stifling a groan, he may have tugged on her hair a little too hard.

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Oh that was very nice, she opened her mouth a little wider, her head moving with this thrusts. At the tugging of her hair, however, her back arched and she groaned, the noise vibrating his sensitive skin.

She began to bob her head a bit faster, in more earnest then before. More pressure, and just the barest hint of teeth were used against him.

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He cried out, shifting away from her teeth even while he continued to inch into her mouth.

Looking down at her, he realized his mistake, and how much he loved the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock.

"Alice, I'm going to --"

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Oh she had a very good idea of what he was going to do, she could feel his belly tightening, and hear the need in his voice.

She didn't pull away, instead she sucked harder, her fingers grasping at his bas, stroking what she didn't have in her mouth. Silently letting him know it was okay for him to come.

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And he did, come into her mouth, hips straining upwards to meet her lips. He fell back onto the bed, happily slumping against the headboard.

"Come here," he commanded when he could breath again, pressing their lips tightly together. He could taste himself in her mouth, but he couldn't say he minded.

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She barely had time to swallow him all down when she found her lips pressed against his. Groaning, she wrapped an arm around his neck and opened her mouth to him.

Her body half draped over his, she pressed close, still breathing hard and trembling from the orgasm she had given him.

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Michael pulled them as tightly together as their bodies would allow. It seemed to him as if they were breathing through each other's mouths.

"What do you want?" he panted against her neck when he finally had to pull away to actually breathe.

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By the time he pulled away, her head was swimming, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She didn't know what she wanted, apparently the ability to make decisions had gotten lost somewhere between them.

"I don't know," she finally admitted, her arms tight around him, keeping her grounded. "W-what are you comfortable with?"

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Rather than try to answer her, he sighed, kissing her forehead lightly as his hands traveled down her stomach, stroking smooth skin. Cautiously, one hand took firm hold of a breast, thumb flicking a nipple as the other hand moved lower still.

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Not wanting to break the contact, but wanting to make it easy for him, she slid off of his chest and on to her back on the bed next to him. Her fingers moved slowly through his brown hair as she whimpered and squirmed under his fingers.


As his thumb brushed over her nipple, it hardened and she let out a stifled little gasp. "Use your mouth, please? That's what I would like."

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Michael raised his eyebrows, but nodded, taking her nipple firmly between his lips. Scraping his teeth along the edge he worked a finger inside her while she was... otherwise distracted.

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Her back arched, fingers tightening their hold on his hair as she moaned softly. She was in heaven, her head swimming with pleasure as he fingered her. Spreading her legs, she bent a knee and offered more of herself up to him.

She was soaked, she always got like that when she got someone off. Already worked up, it wouldn't take long before she got off.

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Smiling, his lips left her breast in favor of her stomach as he slowly pushed another finger inside, working them against her clit. He licked and nipped the expanse of skin from navel to hip, making sure to concentrate on the bruises there. Her words were running through his head even as he stroked her insides -- she didn't mind being marked by him; she enjoyed the reminder... All of it, these whole two days, would eventually be subsumed by other memories. But the one thing that would remain was this feeling.

The feeling he was doing something right.

Taking a breath, he moved more confidently in between her thighs, still pinching and working her with his fingers as his tongue delved inside.

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She let out a small whine when he left her breasts, it was only half hearted, especially when she felt his lips moving down her body. God, it was nice to have someone pay attention to her, her needs, her wants. Someone who actually cared if she felt good or not.

At his pressure against her bruises her hips arched and she moaned loudly. They did hurt, when someone pushed at them, and that pain went straight through her. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, shaking with the need to get off.

It was his tongue that pushed her over the edge, that and the sight of him between her legs. Moaning loudly, her head rolled to the side as she thrust herself up against his face, soaking his fingers and his tongue. "Oh, Michael . . . "

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Michael smiled as his name dropped from her lips, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean. He dragged himself up the length of her body, his head lolling on her shoulder, a leg wrapped possessively around her hips.

"You taste good," he said, seemingly to no one in particular, nipping gently at her throat.

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"Why thank you darling," her words were a bit breathless, still coming down from her high. Turning her head, she cupped his cheek and caught his lips in a slow, gentle kiss. She could taste herself on him, a familiar taste, and something she had no problem with.

"Thank you, that felt so good, just what I needed." Turning her body she snuggled close to his chest, her eyes closing.

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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."