24 Fic: Going Gray 1/1 (Tony/Michelle)
Title: Going Gray
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: #100. Writer's Choice.
Word Count: 1,672
Rating: Strong R to NC-17, not safe for work sexy times either way.
Summary: Tony needs a little late night reassurance. Reassurance Michelle is happy to provide.
Author's Notes: Well, if anyone's still out there and reading… I'm still alive! I don't think I've completed anything in what feels like forever, and I have no idea if I've still "got it," but here's my attempt! This was inspired by semi-recent pictures of Carlos Bernard's ridiculously attractive scruff. Enjoy.
She found him staring at his reflection, brow knotted in some combination of confusion and annoyance. Maybe even a little frustration, too, if the sigh he heaved was any indication.
“What’s wrong?” she asked finally, ghosting a kiss over the curve of one sturdy shoulder. Her hand settled on its twin, gently rubbing the chill from his skin. He liked it colder in the house than she did, but when it meant she could curl up with him for warmth, who was she to argue? It didn’t mean he didn’t get cold, he just wouldn’t admit it.
Tony shook his head, not shrugging her off, but not making any effort to fill her in either. Another kiss landed on his arm to let him know she wasn’t offended. It was early and they were both tired, having been up with a sick baby on and off for the last few hours. She knew him well enough by now to know he’d blurt it out when he was ready. There were no secrets between them, at least no big secrets anyway.
“Sam’s asleep; do you want to try to catch another hour or two?” Her voice wasn’t exceptionally loud, but it still echoed across the tiles, marring the stillness that had settled over them again.
She felt Tony’s nod before the soft “Sure” made its way into her ears. He gathered her up mere seconds later, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she let her eyes slide shut. Now this was more like it.
“I’m getting old, Michelle,” he sighed when neither of them had made any move to head back to the coziness of their bed.
A faint smile crossed her lips. “You’re getting old?” She looked up, trying to gauge his seriousness before she let a small chuckle escape. “What makes you say that?”
His lips twitched just a little when he realized she was holding back a real laugh for his benefit. Well that was good, it wasn’t the absolute end of the world if he could smile at her for laughing at him.
“You see what color this beard is?”
She freed one hand from its home against his chest to scrape her knuckles over the growth on his chin. He hadn’t intentionally been not shaving, but when faced with taking any five quiet minutes they might have to shave or get some shut eye, he’d chosen sleep every time. She didn’t mind the scratchiness too much, a little beard burn never hurt her and it helped keep her awake during the lulls. Nothing wounded his ego more than her dozing off in the middle of making out.
Her lips dragged down his jaw impulsively, drawing a shudder from him. Well whatever it was, it wasn’t distracting him too much.
“Mmm it looks the same as always. Is it supposed to be another color?”
“S’not supposed to be that color,” he grumbled. “That’s old man color.”
She had to stifle another laugh. If Sam was even one tenth as melodramatic as his father, she’d be putting him in acting lessons very early on. “I’m not familiar with old man color, Tony.” She smirked just a tad.
“I’m sure you women have another name for it. Salt and pepper or something stupid like that.”
It took a moment for it to sink in, but when the words arranged themselves in her tired mind, she couldn’t help but press her face against his chest and giggle.
“Tony, you’re insane.”
He sputtered. “I’m what?”
Lifting her head, she was able to peck his lips just once before the laughter took over. “You’re freaking out because you’re going a little gray in a few places.” She brushed her fingers over his jaw again. “Relax, sweetheart.”
“I think it’s sexy,” she added, pressing against him.
That got the desired result. A small, almost-cocky smile finally graced his lips.
“You do, huh?”
She was able to back him against the counter a little more before she answered in the affirmative. Rising to her toes, she slid her lips across said nearly salt and pepper scruff. “I definitely do. And,” she began, allowing her tongue to dart against his skin before continuing, “if you can get me naked and on that counter in the next five seconds, I’ll show you how much.”
Well, that got his attention. Before she knew what hit her, she’d landed on the bathroom counter and her nightshirt had landed somewhere in the vicinity of their bedroom. He was everywhere at once; his lips were on hers, one of his hands was buried in the tangled mess that was her hair, and the fingers on his other hand were already skimming teasingly along the inside of her thigh.
It had been a while since they’d been this close. An embarrassingly long while given that they rarely left each other’s sides during the day. They were just so busy with Sam and keeping on top of their work, the only time they weren’t spending with him they were spending sleeping. Stealing a few minutes to kiss was one thing, but sex was, regrettably, on the backburner most nights.
His mouth crashed over hers again, swallowing the low, needy noises she was making. The last thing they needed was for her to wake the baby because she couldn’t keep quiet. Not when he was pressing against her just like that. Not when her fingers could worm between them and brush his length through his pajama pants.
His throaty growl was almost reward enough for her efforts. Almost.
“Mmm, off.” She didn’t give him time to comply with her demand before her fingers curled around him, feeling his warmth against her palm.
The curse he muffled against her lips would've made her laugh any other time, but all it did was urge her on. His shudders came in tandem with the slide of her hand.
"You know," she breathed against his mouth, taking a moment to nip at his lip. "It's been more than five seconds and I'm still half-dressed."
Her hand slid down his length again, distracting his questing fingers from removing her underwear. It wasn't her fault he hadn't fulfilled his mission.
"Michelle," he panted. "Michelle, wait. S'too much."
Well that much she knew. He'd barely touched her and she was trembling.
"And that's just cheating," he added, managing to clear his throat. She grinned, pecking his lips lightly. Her fingers trailed over him again, lighter this time.
"Sam's gonna wake up before you're done teasin' me, you know."
She had no idea if the look she gave him was as sultry as she intended, but it did the trick anyway. His mouth slid from her lips to her throat, and the hands that had been idle had suddenly found new life against her.
She arched when his fingers curled, panted when his teeth grazed, and shattered almost as soon as his tongue circled her nipple. Her hand fluttered against him before curling around him firmly.
"Now, Tony, now."
She didn't need to tell him twice.
* ~ *
Somehow, thankfully, Sam had slept through it all. Through the fumbling and knocking half the vanity over to get just the right hand-hold to make the not-quite perfect angle work. Through the half-muffled curses and groans. Even through what was arguably one of the loudest finishes they'd had in a long, long time. Not even sinking her teeth into Tony's shoulder had been enough to muffle the noise.
Yes, she was definitely buying her son a gift for his cooperation and she murmured as much into Tony's shoulder once the air returned to her lungs. Tony's answering chuckle was enough to make her groan again. Damn, he felt good, too good for her to unwind her arms and legs from him just yet.
"So, old man," she hummed, kissing his neck lightly. "Believe me now? Or am I going to find you in here tomorrow night obsessing about your sideburns?"
Her fingers combed through the hair at the back of his neck, scratching gently.
"Depends… you gonna try to convince me again if you do?"
She should've known that was coming. He was nothing if not opportunistic, her husband.
Unfortunately, whatever sexy little response she might've had for him was swallowed by a yawn. It was long past her bedtime. Tony's too. Plus, Sam would be up soon.
"Take me to bed and I'll convince you more at naptime tomorrow," she murmured, kissing his ear. She gave his earlobe a little flick with her tongue, just to emphasize her sincerity.
Mere seconds later, his hands were on her ass, lifting her against him in attempt to make good on his end of the bargain. Never let it be said he didn't keep his word, even unspoken. She grinned, palming the back of his head and dragging him in for another slow kiss.
"Good choice, husband, good choice."
His answering grin was proud, reminding her she'd made a good choice, too. She would let him carry her without protest, without insisting she was too heavy. It would hopefully help snap him out of his funk completely, making him feel as strong as she knew he was. Not to mention she was tired; a ride to bed was just what her jelly legs needed.
"Mhmm, I try for ya, wife."
He did do that. In fact, he tried so hard to get her to bed quickly, he forgot the pajama pants that were still wrapped around his ankles. Luckily his reflexes were still good, and he neither dropped her, nor sent them both to the ground.
"Whoops," he panted, pressing her against the doorframe while he kicked the offending cotton away. "Sorry baby. Good catch, though, right?"
Her hand slid down his back, nails flashing just enough to let him know how appreciative she really was.
"Perfect catch. Now bed, Tony." She flicked her tongue over his neck once, spurring him into action again.
Yeah, he was still pretty spry. Going gray or not.
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: #100. Writer's Choice.
Word Count: 1,672
Rating: Strong R to NC-17, not safe for work sexy times either way.
Summary: Tony needs a little late night reassurance. Reassurance Michelle is happy to provide.
Author's Notes: Well, if anyone's still out there and reading… I'm still alive! I don't think I've completed anything in what feels like forever, and I have no idea if I've still "got it," but here's my attempt! This was inspired by semi-recent pictures of Carlos Bernard's ridiculously attractive scruff. Enjoy.
She found him staring at his reflection, brow knotted in some combination of confusion and annoyance. Maybe even a little frustration, too, if the sigh he heaved was any indication.
“What’s wrong?” she asked finally, ghosting a kiss over the curve of one sturdy shoulder. Her hand settled on its twin, gently rubbing the chill from his skin. He liked it colder in the house than she did, but when it meant she could curl up with him for warmth, who was she to argue? It didn’t mean he didn’t get cold, he just wouldn’t admit it.
Tony shook his head, not shrugging her off, but not making any effort to fill her in either. Another kiss landed on his arm to let him know she wasn’t offended. It was early and they were both tired, having been up with a sick baby on and off for the last few hours. She knew him well enough by now to know he’d blurt it out when he was ready. There were no secrets between them, at least no big secrets anyway.
“Sam’s asleep; do you want to try to catch another hour or two?” Her voice wasn’t exceptionally loud, but it still echoed across the tiles, marring the stillness that had settled over them again.
She felt Tony’s nod before the soft “Sure” made its way into her ears. He gathered her up mere seconds later, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she let her eyes slide shut. Now this was more like it.
“I’m getting old, Michelle,” he sighed when neither of them had made any move to head back to the coziness of their bed.
A faint smile crossed her lips. “You’re getting old?” She looked up, trying to gauge his seriousness before she let a small chuckle escape. “What makes you say that?”
His lips twitched just a little when he realized she was holding back a real laugh for his benefit. Well that was good, it wasn’t the absolute end of the world if he could smile at her for laughing at him.
“You see what color this beard is?”
She freed one hand from its home against his chest to scrape her knuckles over the growth on his chin. He hadn’t intentionally been not shaving, but when faced with taking any five quiet minutes they might have to shave or get some shut eye, he’d chosen sleep every time. She didn’t mind the scratchiness too much, a little beard burn never hurt her and it helped keep her awake during the lulls. Nothing wounded his ego more than her dozing off in the middle of making out.
Her lips dragged down his jaw impulsively, drawing a shudder from him. Well whatever it was, it wasn’t distracting him too much.
“Mmm it looks the same as always. Is it supposed to be another color?”
“S’not supposed to be that color,” he grumbled. “That’s old man color.”
She had to stifle another laugh. If Sam was even one tenth as melodramatic as his father, she’d be putting him in acting lessons very early on. “I’m not familiar with old man color, Tony.” She smirked just a tad.
“I’m sure you women have another name for it. Salt and pepper or something stupid like that.”
It took a moment for it to sink in, but when the words arranged themselves in her tired mind, she couldn’t help but press her face against his chest and giggle.
“Tony, you’re insane.”
He sputtered. “I’m what?”
Lifting her head, she was able to peck his lips just once before the laughter took over. “You’re freaking out because you’re going a little gray in a few places.” She brushed her fingers over his jaw again. “Relax, sweetheart.”
“I think it’s sexy,” she added, pressing against him.
That got the desired result. A small, almost-cocky smile finally graced his lips.
“You do, huh?”
She was able to back him against the counter a little more before she answered in the affirmative. Rising to her toes, she slid her lips across said nearly salt and pepper scruff. “I definitely do. And,” she began, allowing her tongue to dart against his skin before continuing, “if you can get me naked and on that counter in the next five seconds, I’ll show you how much.”
Well, that got his attention. Before she knew what hit her, she’d landed on the bathroom counter and her nightshirt had landed somewhere in the vicinity of their bedroom. He was everywhere at once; his lips were on hers, one of his hands was buried in the tangled mess that was her hair, and the fingers on his other hand were already skimming teasingly along the inside of her thigh.
It had been a while since they’d been this close. An embarrassingly long while given that they rarely left each other’s sides during the day. They were just so busy with Sam and keeping on top of their work, the only time they weren’t spending with him they were spending sleeping. Stealing a few minutes to kiss was one thing, but sex was, regrettably, on the backburner most nights.
His mouth crashed over hers again, swallowing the low, needy noises she was making. The last thing they needed was for her to wake the baby because she couldn’t keep quiet. Not when he was pressing against her just like that. Not when her fingers could worm between them and brush his length through his pajama pants.
His throaty growl was almost reward enough for her efforts. Almost.
“Mmm, off.” She didn’t give him time to comply with her demand before her fingers curled around him, feeling his warmth against her palm.
The curse he muffled against her lips would've made her laugh any other time, but all it did was urge her on. His shudders came in tandem with the slide of her hand.
"You know," she breathed against his mouth, taking a moment to nip at his lip. "It's been more than five seconds and I'm still half-dressed."
Her hand slid down his length again, distracting his questing fingers from removing her underwear. It wasn't her fault he hadn't fulfilled his mission.
"Michelle," he panted. "Michelle, wait. S'too much."
Well that much she knew. He'd barely touched her and she was trembling.
"And that's just cheating," he added, managing to clear his throat. She grinned, pecking his lips lightly. Her fingers trailed over him again, lighter this time.
"Sam's gonna wake up before you're done teasin' me, you know."
She had no idea if the look she gave him was as sultry as she intended, but it did the trick anyway. His mouth slid from her lips to her throat, and the hands that had been idle had suddenly found new life against her.
She arched when his fingers curled, panted when his teeth grazed, and shattered almost as soon as his tongue circled her nipple. Her hand fluttered against him before curling around him firmly.
"Now, Tony, now."
She didn't need to tell him twice.
* ~ *
Somehow, thankfully, Sam had slept through it all. Through the fumbling and knocking half the vanity over to get just the right hand-hold to make the not-quite perfect angle work. Through the half-muffled curses and groans. Even through what was arguably one of the loudest finishes they'd had in a long, long time. Not even sinking her teeth into Tony's shoulder had been enough to muffle the noise.
Yes, she was definitely buying her son a gift for his cooperation and she murmured as much into Tony's shoulder once the air returned to her lungs. Tony's answering chuckle was enough to make her groan again. Damn, he felt good, too good for her to unwind her arms and legs from him just yet.
"So, old man," she hummed, kissing his neck lightly. "Believe me now? Or am I going to find you in here tomorrow night obsessing about your sideburns?"
Her fingers combed through the hair at the back of his neck, scratching gently.
"Depends… you gonna try to convince me again if you do?"
She should've known that was coming. He was nothing if not opportunistic, her husband.
Unfortunately, whatever sexy little response she might've had for him was swallowed by a yawn. It was long past her bedtime. Tony's too. Plus, Sam would be up soon.
"Take me to bed and I'll convince you more at naptime tomorrow," she murmured, kissing his ear. She gave his earlobe a little flick with her tongue, just to emphasize her sincerity.
Mere seconds later, his hands were on her ass, lifting her against him in attempt to make good on his end of the bargain. Never let it be said he didn't keep his word, even unspoken. She grinned, palming the back of his head and dragging him in for another slow kiss.
"Good choice, husband, good choice."
His answering grin was proud, reminding her she'd made a good choice, too. She would let him carry her without protest, without insisting she was too heavy. It would hopefully help snap him out of his funk completely, making him feel as strong as she knew he was. Not to mention she was tired; a ride to bed was just what her jelly legs needed.
"Mhmm, I try for ya, wife."
He did do that. In fact, he tried so hard to get her to bed quickly, he forgot the pajama pants that were still wrapped around his ankles. Luckily his reflexes were still good, and he neither dropped her, nor sent them both to the ground.
"Whoops," he panted, pressing her against the doorframe while he kicked the offending cotton away. "Sorry baby. Good catch, though, right?"
Her hand slid down his back, nails flashing just enough to let him know how appreciative she really was.
"Perfect catch. Now bed, Tony." She flicked her tongue over his neck once, spurring him into action again.
Yeah, he was still pretty spry. Going gray or not.