*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Thanksgiving Monday night, later, around 9:30 pm
Michael Reinhardt went home and changed out of his uniform and into casual jeans and a light sweater. He didn't want to arrive in uniform and alarm Steph. It was bad enough he was arriving unannounced, which in his world never meant anything good. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his keys and got into his car, heading for Steph's place. Without planning to say anything, he simply went to the door and rang the bell.
Stephanie is standing in front of the fridge looking at the fruit options for packing into Tristan's lunch when the doorbell rings and she cringes. He JUST fell asleep. She tiptoe dashes to the door and opens it. Stephanie can't help but smile, seeing Michael, but yanks him in with a finger to her lips and then tiptoes down the hall to Tristan's room and carefully peers in the door. He had stirred and rolled but not fully woken. She silently pulls his door to almost shut and turns back to face Michael with a dramatic hand on the heart gesture of relief. She gestures at the living room which is off to the side enough not to be in earshot. They live on the first floor apartment of a duplex near the edge of town. It's a long skinny suite with the rooms all to one side of a hallway. As she approaches Michael now she relaxes more, steps into his space and up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to lean in to give him a kiss.
At Steph's yank and subsequent looking in and closing Tristans door, Michael realizes he'd timed it right. Tristan was in bed and asleep. He takes a selfish moment, taking her in his arms and enjoying the kiss. Then he breaks it and looks at her. "Hey." he offers a half grin, unable to fake the happiness he should be feeling at this moment. Something is on his mind and he doesn't bother hiding it ... not from Steph. This woman was blessed ... or cursed ... with the 'real' Michael.
Steph frowns a little, picking up on Michael's mood and runs her fingers through his hair on one side of his face just behind his ear "You ok?" She asks with concern. Steph knows all too well from Ryan and Tams how stressful Michael's job can be and he's just come off a shift.
Michael looks down at her and smiles a little at her caress. "Yes and no." he sighs and motions to her couch. "I have some news for you." he leads her to the couch and sits, wondering where he should start .. exactly.
Stephanie sits and reaches for Michael's hand "Ok out with it then." She's a little worried but wants whatever it is just dealt with. She has her suspicions that Colin may be involved with how slowly Michael is getting to it.
Michael grins. "Right .. no beating around the bush .. sorry. You know me .. habit." he remembers their first picnic breakfast, then moves on. "The Alexandra Pharmacy was robbed a few hours ago." he pauses a moment and decides against confusing things by telling her about Adum Brate. First things first. "In a shootout with police, a gunman was shot and killed. Ryan has already positively identified him as Colin Rankin."
Stephanie's eyes go wide and and she freezes for a few seconds and then exhales "Ok. I don't know how to feel about that... Honestly a little relieved, but then guilty for even thinking it... Wow.... Ryan IDed him? That must have been weird for him... And he didn't call me...Oh wait, did you like draw the short straw?" She jokes darkly.
Michael nods. "Yea ... I'm actually a little torn myself." he admits. He shrugs and offers a slightly dark smile of his own. "I volunteered to come tell you. Tams offered but ... given the ... nature of our relationship and the circumstances ...." he sighs deeply. "Colin got in the shootout with Adum Brate." he doesn't bother to tell her who Adum is ... she knew. "Adum was shot in the head. He's out of surgery now .. in serious but stable condition in the intensive care ward."
At this news Stephanie looks hard hit and closes her eyes like she's trying to block it from sinking in. When she opens them they're filled with tears and just squeaks out "Oh god....Is Ryan OK? Fuck.....why did Colin have to ruin our whole fucking lives? Adum just got married....god poor Megan... Now I'm glad Colin's dead."
Michael shrugs and pulls Steph close, hoping that will help her. "He's pretty gut punched. I know he's going to take some time off to visit in the hospital, of course." he pauses. "No one knows why he did any of this yet. But ... it's one hell of a mess." he understates.
Steph leans into Michael and softens, still crying but not hysterical like she was after the robbery. Her heart aches for the people who are close to Adum mostly. It's all so unfair. She buries her face in Michael's chest and the warmth of her breath can be felt going into it.
Michael holds her. "Do you need me to stay?" he asks. It's not the come on it may sound like. He doesn't mean it like that. "On the couch, even." he clarifies. He isn't leaving until he is assured she is alright, but things are a tad different now ... they are at her place.
Steph pulls back enough to look at Michael and smiles through her tears "Tristan tends to sleep in. We can set an alarm and get up before him. There's a bathroom between the bedrooms even...but he does get up in the night so....just sleep...or uh.... very quiet activities if...." Steph blushes a bit "If we don't just..... sleep."
Michael nods and grins. "Gotcha." he arches a brow. "I can do quiet, can you?" he teases. "Because I am your boy toy. Your arm candy. You play when ever you want, ma'am." and he winks.
Stephanie grins and takes Michael by the hand leading him very quietly to her room. Her whole apartment is very tidy and her bedroom was no exception. It was minimalist with light stained modern wood furniture. The curtains and bedspread were green and blue with a leafy pattern. There were black and white vintage prints on the wall as well as a nature scene of a lake surrounded by mountains in colour. Stephanie closed the door and turned a little lock on the knob.
Michael allows himself to be led and, when Stephanie closes and locks the door, turns to her in the dark and places a pale finger against his own lips. The only audible noise is his quiet "Shhhh."
For some reason Michael's demand is almost painfully erotic to Steph. Her lips part and her eyes rove up and down him hungrily. She tugs him a little closer to her bed and starts trying to just yank of his sweater. If she gets that out of the way she'll start kissing him urgently and between kisses pull at the rest of his clothes caressing the skin beneath and craving all of him unfettered by attire.
Micheal takes his sweater off as soon as he can, discarding it in a random direction He is no slob, but when eager to be naked, he knows he can always clean up later. As she undresses him, he undresses her, and does it all silently. He is excited and eager, but only half erect by the time they are both naked.
Stephanie runs her hands all over his muscular form and then follows with a trail of kisses starting at his neck, descending down as she sinks to her knees in front of Michael. When she gets to his cock she wraps her fingers around it and then slides her mouth over the tip, warm and wet.
Michael follows her with his eyes as she sinks to her knees and wraps her fingers around him. He closes her eyes and can feel his own cock twitch in anticipation. Soundlessly, he lowers himself, sitting on the edge of the bed with her between his knees. Keeping quiet he leans forward a bit, grasping her shoulder and rubbing her back with one hand.
Stephanie moves with him, pulled off briefly to make eye contact and yank out her hair elastic. She gives him a wanting look and shakes her head around. When she dips back down her silky straight black hair cascades across his pelvis and around the edges of his inner thighs. She wraps her fingers around again securing them just under the head of his cock. She closes her mouth long enough to gather saliva so when she slides her mouth over him again she wets her hand and it dribbles a little down the shaft as she starts to move hand and mouth in unison up and down. The wetness increases with prolonged movement so that there is a rhythm in the soft sound of her jacking and sucking.
Michael strokes the freed hair, running his fingers through it as she begins her play. He hisses in a breath softly, but says not a word. Plans to touch her go out the window as she begins the combination of jacking and sucking. Growing fully hard in her mouth, he leans back on one elbow, some of her silky hair in his other hand. He watches her with desire growing in his eyes.
Stephanie feels his cock expand in her mouth and smiles a bit as she keeps going. It seems to be working so she doesn't change her pattern but manages to look up at him intensely, his expression of desire fueling her cause. She slides her other hand that she's not jacking with down to his balls and caresses them exploring gently to the tender areas under and the little spot at the very bottom. She presses the flat pad of her middle finger into that area gently to see if it's a potential trigger for him.
Michael suppresses a moan as she continues to work on him. His hips arch up a bit at the feel of her finger and he inhales audibly, biting his lip hard... he looks at her with desire and an almost mockingly warning look in his eyes. She is learning about him with lightening speed.
Stephanie remembers the hips arching from before as a sign he's getting close. She keeps her speed the same but tightens her grip just a little with her fingers and now rubs at the trigger spot with her other finger since he seems to like it. She meets the warning look with a wanting one, loving getting him so worked up and really wanting to get him off now.
Michael's breathing becomes heavier. His attempts to physically relax can be felt, but her rubbing is driving him crazy. Both of his hands drop to the edge of the bed and he grunts, his head snapping up and his jaw tensing as she pushes him over the edge and a moment later, he begins to release into her mouth.
Stephanie takes the first bit of it in her mouth but then pulls back and keeps jacking him as she lets him cum over the softness of her breasts, using the tip of his cock to rub her nipples, which have hardened in the moment. She swallows what's in her mouth and smiles, closing her eyes, soaked in the juices of his beautiful explosion.
Taking a moment to recover, Michael takes her by the shoulders and encourages her to stand. As her breasts come into view, he begins to lick her clean, taking his own cum back into himself and allowing his hands to caress her back, finally cupping her ass.
Stephanie shivers as she stands, seeming a little weak in the knees from his licking and her desire for him. She stands openly as he cups her ass, surrendering to anything he has in mind. She know she can't really talk but she can't help but whisper "God you're so hot....I want days and days in bed with you Mike..."
Michael cleans her thoroughly and hears her whisper. He leans back on the bed, pulling her with him, even as he pulls himself up on the bed more. Laying her on her back, he lays casually on his side. he runs his palms from one nipple to the other and then between, leaning in and whispering as low as he can. "Weekend away. Maybe even before Halloween?" he asks, even as he tuns his hands and moves down her belly, sliding a single finger between her nether lips and beginning a slow rubbing.
Steph was beginning to whisper back when his palms on her nipples and then finger make her squirm and fight not to let out a moan. She had been getting so wet getting him off that she was soaking his finger. With no words, she just nodded and quietly grunted out a breath.
Michael smiles at her and lets his finger circle slowly, applying very light pressure to her slick clit. He leans forward and kisses her, deeply if she will allow it, perfectly content to simply finger her.
Steph kisses Michael back just as deeply, his taste still in her mouth. He has wonderful big fingers and she presses back at his finger on her clit, happy to let him get her there this way...anyway he wants really, just enjoying him.
Michael plays exclusively with her clit, loving that part of her anatomy. Then he slides the ringer inside and then out again, slowly, making sure his finger and palm keep in contact with her clit. Still kissing her, he does it again, his circling still slow and languorous. He breaks the kiss a moment, inhaling her scent with relish.
Stephanie writhes and grips Michael's back, her breath coming fast. She whispers "Oh god...." between kisses, an aching longing starting to build deep inside her with his touch.
Michael looks down at her face as she begins to breathe fast. "Oh no you don't." he whispers low, stopping his play and pulling his hand away. "Whats good for the gander...." he kisses her nose and then between her breasts. It takes him almost thirty seconds to get between her legs, which he spreads, bending her knees and slowly arranges her feet on his shoulders. Gripping the long hairs, he parts her lips and blows a bit on her. Then he looks up her body. Never taking his eyes off of her, he takes a long and loving lick, following it up with a slow circle of her clit with his tongue.
Stephanie looks pained when he stops his play and then eagerly awaits his descent down her body. It's torture, glorious sensual torture. She jumps a bit when he blows on her, not expecting that. When he gets to the circling of her clit with his tongue she shudders a little and has to bite her lip hard, letting out a quiet little "Mmm"
Michael speeds up his tongue a bit, but also makes his circles tighter. He adjusts his forearms over her thighs, pinning her legs wide open, her feet resting on either side of his neck. One thing he is learning is he can eat her as long as she wants without tiring of it.
Stephanie grimaces in pleasure and lets out a few breathy grunts as she start rocking a little against his face with the tempo of his tongue. Her climax is quickly building since she got very turned on while she was working on his.
Michael feels her moving under his tongue and lifts his head, stopping his licking only long enough to part her hair a bit more. Then he begins to move it left and right rapidly, almost like slapping her clit with his tongue. Not as fast as a vibrator, but as fast as he can as a human.
Stephanie closes her eyes and parts her lips, leaning her head back. The slapping thing he's trying feels really good and is a curious new sensation. There's something she's craving though and she's not afraid to ask for it. She slides her hand down his cheek and whispers "That's nice. Can you do that thing you did before where you push back my....you've got me so close...it's all I need..."
Michael does not make any sign that he hears her. He simply adjusts one hand and uses it to pull back the hood of her clit, his tongue still going like mad.
Stephanie gasps and bucks against his face, gripping the back of his hair hard, maybe even harder than she meant to. The waves of pleasure wash over her and she rides them out until they break, on Michael's face. In the end, she's had to turn her face into a pillow and bite into not to cry out and there's a small puddle under her where he's been getting her off so effectively. Her body begins to relax and she whimpers a bit into the pillow.
Michael would not have stopped, even as she came, if not for her pulling at his hair. As she begins to relax, he crawls up her body, resetting her legs, and nuzzles her neck. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." he whispers, throatily, trying not to let her feel his own excitement. It feels as if she might be too exhausted for anything more, and hes alright with that. Wouldn't be the first time he simply let an erection fade on its own.
Stephanie wraps her arms around him still shuddering. She giggles a bit and whispers "Getting the hang of it? God, where did you come from and where have you been all my life?" She snuggles into him a bit and wraps one leg over him and then notices his erection as she looks down at their bodies "Mmm." she whispers "Can we cuddle and fool around and come back to that?" Her orgasm was so powerful she just needs a little breather.
Michael chuckles and nods at her request. Half seriously he replies in a whisper. "I was born in Vancouver to Heinrich Reinhardt and his wife Kaitlin." he chuckles. "And as it turns out listening to lesbians go into detail finally came in handy." he moves her legs and scoots her off of the wet spot. "We can cuddle and fool around and do whatever you want, Stephanie." he promises her pulling her into his arms. "Do you need any water or anything?"
Stephanie kisses at his neck, whispering back "Not yet, just you. Lesbians huh? I almost want to tell Tams that one. My gay boyfriend is awesome in bed because of lesbians....thank you for your service to all women."
Michael covers his mouth to contain his laughter. "Oh, god ... please no." he begs. He kisses her shoulder. "Remember when I told you about Castillo's? The LC I like? The gay couple ... are probably my only gay male friends. They were very happy to hear about you. Billy, especially. He was married to a woman before he met James ... his partner. It was him who told me that I am not insane to be with you." he inhales and exhales and kisses at her neck.
Stephanie smiles a bit "I'm glad your friends don't think this is a bad thing." She runs her fingers through Michael's hair, a habit she's really started to enjoy and then suddenly finds a bunch of loose hairs and gasps "Oh Mike! Did I pull your hair THAT hard? I'm so sorry..." She looks completely embarrassed.
Michael grins. "They don't." and then he realizes she is right and very softly laughs. "Don't be. It's alright." he pauses. "I may not say that once you snatch me bald, but ...." he caresses her face. "I just took it as your wanting me to stop. Since I didn't have your screams to guide me." although he loves that too the silence ... added something to it all.
Steph blushes deeply, still whispering "Well that was kind of what I was doing to not make noise...but I was finishing..." she runs her fingers over his chest "I never imagined this Michael....I mean all the times you came into the restaurant with my brother...or sitting together at that funeral as India and Tamela seemed to be determined to make us awkward..." she giggles "Maybe they were secretly working together."
Michael chuckles. "Noted. I'll have to deal with it, because I just love the way you cum with I do that to you." he nods. "No pain no gain. Lucky for me, I have thick hair." he lays back fully as she plays with his chest. "God, I know, right? I always liked going in to the restaurant while you were there. Never cared so much for Japanese food ... or Asian food period. But I looked forward to talking to you. I was waffling about asking you out, because I really DID want to, but I never imagined we'd really become lovers." he hugs her closely and kisses her softly. "Will you come away with me? Halloween weekend?" he asks her. "I mean, I am bound and determined to make love to you without some kind of earth shattering bullshit happening."
Stephanie hugs and kisses him back, grins and whispers "I know right! If I can get Tristan's costume together and babysitting, you're on. Halloween is on a Monday this year so I'd be back in time for trick or treating. We could also spend the night in a hotel after Tomiko's wedding.....I don't know how much time off is reasonable for you. We just hired a part timer at the restaurant and she's doing great and wants more hours on the weekend, which frees me up a bit."
Michael chuckles. There is something great about cuddling in bed whispering to each other that he likes. "We can do both, if you want." he suggests. "I promised you some romance, which is not that easy these days. I don't know about you, but I need a little break." he grins. "I mean, obviously I am not in the closet anymore, but there is something about this town that makes me feel I traded it in for a microscope slide." he grins, already scheming.
Steph stretches into Michael's body and leans her head on his chest letting her fingers absently circle on his stomach near his belly button. She tilts her head up a bit so he can still hear her whispering "So aside from the wedding, were you thinking a bigger city getaway or more remote and private than here?" She's clearly very happy and comfortable with cuddling and whispering too.
Michael grins and strokes her hair. "Actually, I was." he confesses. "I was looking at this place outside of Hope. Maybe a nice, secluded cabin. You know ... just enough for my inner city soul to handle. More than that camp we picnicked at before?" he smiles. "The wedding can work too. Just one night. That's all I want." he whispers. "Unless the wedding ends in murder, fire, flood or some other disaster. Then Halloween weekend it is."
Stephanie rolls towards Michael with a look of sweet surprise "You've already been planning a getaway? Mike...." She gives him a soft lingering peck on the lips "We could do both if the childcare works out for me. I don't have a limit on how much I want to be in your arms, in fact let's just go with as unlimited as possible."
Michael turns a bit darker with his blush in the dark. "Well, yea. I .. was." he admits. He smiles after the peck. "I want to spend my time with you. Hell, I've been working out at home instead of going to the gym. Just in case, I admit." he nuzzles at her neck again whispering. "Unlimited ... as many free moments as we have together we spend together." he kisses her cheek and then her lips looking at her in wonder.
Steph kisses him back and then returns his look, almost overwhelmed. She looks like she's about to say something and then hesitates like she's not sure it's the right choice, yet. She closes her eyes and exhales "We might have to get you some pajamas for here just in case." She teases instead "Oh and I bought something...I dunno if they're what you'd buy but since we forgot last time...in the dresser beside you..not that I'm demanding it right now..." If he opens the drawer he'll find a box of Trojan condoms and a bottle of lubricant.
Michael blinks at her. "Pywhatas?" he grins as he whispers. "I think I may need help with that, if you'd like to give it to me." he has plenty of sweat pants he could probably just have over here, but its another fun thing they can do together. "Yea?" he perks at the mention of her buying him something and rolls over to pull at the drawer. He bites the mattress edge, but his body shakes with quiet laughter. Then he gets himself calm and rolls back over. "Thank you ..." he pauses and considers her. "Hmmm should I call you baby or is that insulting?" he wonders. "Got a preference?"
Steph smirks "If you feel inspired to call me pet names, I'll take it as sweet and not an insult. As long as they don't replace my name completely. And yes I can help you get pjs....my lovely nudist." She gives him a little poke in the side.
Michael does seem to consider. "Iontas. That is what I will call you. It has meaning." he says in some accent of another. "And thank you. Cause I havent worn pajamas since ... leaving my parents home." he grins.
Steph squints at him "What does it mean? It's not Gaelic for Sex Kitten is it?" She jokes with a hissing giggle, still in whisper.
Michael chuckles and shakes his head. "No." he replies. "But it IS Irish. It means 'surprise' in Gaelic." he reaches and caresses her face, cupping it in one of his massive hands.
Steph chuckles but her eyes water "You're going to make me cry. Stop being so damned sweet."
Michael caresses her face. "I've dealt with your tears before, so its no big deal. But I can fart or something if you'd like. Next time we're in mixed company I can scratch my balls. Any requests?" he teases setting his forehead to hers.
She nuzzles her nose against his and then leans her forehead gently back on him "That's hot...stinky clueless jock hot...which thank god you are more evolved than. Not that you're not allowed to fart...you are human after all."
Michael puts a finger to his lips, looking alarmed. "Shhhhhhh." he stage whispers. "Don't let that get out. I'm the big dumb jock and you can lead me around my my ... leash. Think of me as an orange St. Bernard or something." he winks at her and kisses her softly. "Then you can have these secret conversations with me about history and literature, while people wonder why a smart woman like you is with a brick wall like me."
Stephanie giggles and rolls on top of him, nibbling on his neck now "I'll just tell them it's because you keep me satisfied.'
Michael grins and looks up at her. "Yes ... I make up for my single digit IQ with both a talented tongue AND cock." he winks. "When the truth is I am smart enough not to let a compatible woman get away from me, Iontas. Probably got people thinking I'm following you around like a puppy."
Stephanie moves up his neck with her nibbles to his ear now and murmurs "Mmmm do you do any tricks?" Her breasts brush against him as she lowers her body even more onto his, clearly coming onto him now.
Michael looks up at her with a grin. "I fetch. An a relatively obedient puppy." he seems to consider. "And when you call me, I come ... and then you make me cum." of course both words sound the same, but have very different meanings.
Steph's pupils dilate at his whispers and she dives back down to his neck, giving it a little nip as she straddles him and says "I would like to make you cum one last time before we sleep." She breathes into his ear after.
Michael grins at her. "Like I could say no to that." he protests and then mocks Willy Wonka. "No. Don't. Stop." his voice a dead whisper. He runs his hands along her back and again cups her butt.
Stephanie trembles against him and starts kissing his chest, her hands wander ups and down the sides of his body, teasing at his inner thighs a bit as they pass in range and the edge of his balls.
Michael sighs in bliss as her hands caress him. His cock, which had gone to sleep, began to stir again. He moves his hands between her thighs and teases at the hairs around her treasure.
Stephanie squirms at his teasing and smiles as she starts to kiss him hard on the mouth now. She lifts up her own body a bit and slides one hand right to his cock and runs her fingertips lightly over it from tip to base.
Michael continues to play with sensitive hairs as Stephanie begins to tease him. "Up, pup." he whispers, naughtily.
Steph gives a little gasp at his words and tone. He's making her so hot. She grabs for the drawer and fishes out the box of condoms, setting it beside them as a very clear hint and then continues playing whispering back "Up...and in...I want you Mike...."
Michael slides in first one finger, then two. Her voice effects him as a man half his age. He opens the box blindly and pulls out a condom, opening the package with his teeth before being forced to admit he can't put it on with one hand. After crossing his fingers inside of her, he pulls his fingers out of her and looks at her. "Just let me grab my coat." he winks and waits for her to back off just a little bit so he can put the condom on.
Stephanie barely fights a moan and then giggles at the coat reference and moves back, open wet and oh so ready for him.
Michael slides the condom on carefully and correctly, checking it a second before he take the base and tilts up towards Steph, touching her slick opening, looking up at her with his dusky dark green eyes.
Steph looks almost pained at the look he gives her as she feels his member at her entry way. She takes it in her hand and guides it inside her, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.
Michael moves his hand to make room for hers, placing one hand on her hip and the other on a breast, flicking at a nipple. "Iontas." he whispers. "I can't believe how incredible you feel."
Steph starts moving up and down on top of him, just slowly and nods "Mmmm you too." she whispers.
Michael stays still a few seconds before he begins to move under her. A nice slow groove to start. He lifts the hand on her hip to her face, caressing it and her hair. he sighs with each soft thrust.
Stephanie moves with him, leaning over him at first. When he cups her face, she turns and kisses his hand after and then slowly moves to sitting upright on him and swivels her hips in a slow circle a few times before falling back into the gentle pattern of before, a bit faster, rocking on top of him and beginning to pant. He's so huge and so deep it's a little bit of pain and pleasure together but it's building it for her. She closes her eyes.
Michael closes his eyes as she kisses his hand and they open when she swivels her hips. "You're so small." he marvels. He knows he is a big guy, but combined with tiny Stephanie .... its an 'odd coupling'. he moves his hand from her breast, his own breath coming a bit faster ... his hips rocking seeking to get as deep as he can without hurting her too much, to her clit, pressing against it. His mouth is slightly open, panting as quietly as he can. But he can feel his pleasure building faster than he wanted it to.
Stephanie just smiles at him and seeing his reaction is pushing hers closer. He's hitting all the nice places inside and rubbing up against her clit. She gives a little shudder and rides him harder, her hands pushing into his chest a bit to add to her momentum. Without meaning to she squeezes him from the inside a few times with her own excitement as she begins to spasm and lightly buck, right on the edge and tumbling over it.
Michael slides his hands up her back and hooks them on her shoulders as she rides him harder, helping her. She grabs him and squeezes in just he right way. He growls, grunts and a moment before she tumbles over, he does bucking up to get as deeply inside of her as he possibly can. His head falls back and he lays, completely spent and panting slightly.
Stephanie falls on Michael and collapses trying to catch her breath. She lies the side of her face on his chest, not dismounting fully yet, wishing she never had to and just connecting. He's wonderfully warm and she soaks it up into her entire being. The words she's been fighting not to say are screaming at her in her head. She loves him. She knows it but she doesn't want to be the first to say it, to risk it, to dare to break this bond before it's strong enough for those big scary words.
Michael holds her close. Had he been able to read her mind, he would have laughed, finding out they thought more alike than he'd thought. He caresses her face, his hand shaking slightly. What comes out of his mouth sounds random. "When is this wedding again?"
Stephanie is pulled from her thoughts by a question that rattles her slightly and makes her blush "What?! Oh....yeah Saturday.....you're still good for that...with the way things are going at work? I guess Ryan is a maybe...if he can go see Adum...." She looks slightly self conscious and dismounts suddenly, rolling away to grab a long tshirt style nightgown from the laundry basket nearby and pulling it on as she climbs back in.
Michael watches her dismount and suddenly put on a nightgown. "No, it's fine. I don't know about Ryan, but yea. If he can visit Brate, he will." he watches her get back in the bed, and considers sitting up and finding his boxers and getting into them. He lays down and lays on his side facing her. "Just ... really looking forward to it." he says, as if there is anyone at this wedding he is going to know.
Stephanie settles in and then grumbles and literally climbs up leans over Michael tapping at the buttons on her alarm clock, her body just draped across his "I'm setting it for 6, is that early enough for you? I still need to make Tristan's lunch..."She looks back with a cheeky grin "I got distracted..."
Michael lifts his head so that his lips brush against her body as she settles back from setting the alarm. "That's fine. Gives me time to get home and showered and back in my uniform." he gives her a mock sad look. "I'm sorry. I promise, it will never happen again." then he strokes her hair. "You okay?" he refers to the news he'd originally come over with. He HAS to know ... was it tragedy that excited them for each other? If they attended a boring mundane wedding, would the spark vanish, leaving her dry and him impotent? Would he make a fool of himself ... confessing his feelings?
Stephanie snuggles into him "It better happen again." she teases "We're buying pajamas...that's a major commitment now, especially for you since you've never worn them as an adult." She teases. She sighs as he strokes her hair "I'll be OK. You help me do that everyday Mike."
Michael wraps his arm around her. "Yea .. well .. it probably will. I kinda lied about that." he grins. "Yes. I am going to have my own pajamas here ... so it IS a big deal. AND my own box of condoms." he teases back and strokes her hair. "That means a lot to me, Steph." he kisses her hand. "My Iontas."
Steph smiles "I like it. It means a lot to me too...and you do..... We should go to sleep...maybe use the bathroom first.." she chuckles and then looks towards it "Tristan's out so it's safe to go for it if you want to go first. He is not quiet if he's not sleeping."
Michael nods. "It means a lot I don't have a chamber pot." he teases. he lets her go, sits up and then stands. Moving to the door he stops with his hand on the knob and turns back, grabbing his jeans and slipping into them. "Pajama pants." he stage whispers and opens the door, tiptoeing out and to the bathroom for his before bed pee.
Steph shifts a bit as he stands and quietly laughs and then look at the spot he was occupying after he's left it. she could happily have him there every night, in her bed. She lays back thinking.
Michael was as quiet as possible in the bathroom. Once he flushes and washes his hands, he looks at the room, which is neat but clearly reflects a child living in the apartment. It's homey tho, to his mind. Then he comes out and goes back into Steph's bedroom, crawling into bed over her and kissing her before he rolls onto his back. "Your turn?" he offers and yawns. "Sorry ... you wore me out." he smiles.
Stephanie smiles as she gets up "Don't conk before I get back for a kiss goodnight please." She quietly scampers off to use the bathroom. After the toilet, her tooth brushing can be heard quietly through the wall and then she comes back in and crawls right in with Michael, sort of clinging as she holds him. She's still afraid of those big words she can't say and she just almost hides herself in his body. Stephanie suspects he will just think she's still reacting to the news about Colin and the shooting with Adum but this is bigger than that. She lets that roll around in her head twice "This is bigger than that." Her love for Michael is bigger than anything she's ever imagined feeling for a man, only matched by her love for her son and her family. It's hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Michael grins. "I promise." he watches her leave and listens to the sounds she makes. When she returns, he welcomes her with open arms, literally. She feels so natural in his arms and he strokes her hair, kissing her on the top of the head. "Good night, Iontas." he murmurs to her and realizes how tired he is. He can feel himself drifting off. Soon ... that very weekend .. after the wedding ... he holds that thought.
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