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[autohomicide]

Mike was glad to hear from his mom. There was a part of him that was even more happy to hear her offer to take the kids for a day. He hadn't had any time with Butterfly in weeks. He didn't ask Butterfly. Instead he just packed up the kids while she was still asleep. Mike spent about a half hour settling the kids in with Grandma McKay and Uncle Bob

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[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly had gotten up somewhere along the way and got a shower, so she was loungin, sleeping on the bed in a towel wrapped around her, looking comfortable but one leg hanging off the edge.

[autohomicide]

Mike stopped in the doorway watching her sleep. He hadn't had the time to do that in quiet for a long time now.

[simplebutterfly]

She stirred and yawned a bit, stretching out a little bit before going back to her slumer.

[autohomicide]

Mike watched for a bit longer before walking over to the bed. He was still angry and wanting to kill despite days having past since Thomas was hurt. The rage wrapped up in the way Butterfly looked barely covered in a towel twisted up his insides. Mike reached down, kneeling on the edge of the bed as he grabbed Butterfly by the throat. As soon as he had a hold of her he took a kiss.

[simplebutterfly]

Her eyes snapped open at the grasp on her neck and she kissed him back, her hands already going up to twist themselves in his hair.

[autohomicide]

She pulled his hair and Mike yanked the towel away. His grip on her throat tightened but not enough to cut off the air. Just enough to panic her a little and to satisfy some of his desire to kill her.

[simplebutterfly]

She released the hold on his hair just slightly and then she actually moaned softly at the aggression on her neck, looking up at him. Wouldn't be the first time he did something like this.

[autohomicide]

I took the kids to my mom. Mike told her only so she'd stop restraining herself. He wanted hurt. He wanted her to scream and cry. She needed to know so she wouldn't stay quiet.

[simplebutterfly]

She gave a soft cry and yanked his hair again, much harder this time though.

[autohomicide]

Mike moaned when she yanked his hair. Mike wrapped his arm around her waist and let go of her neck. Mike rolled and put her on top of him. He rarely gave up control but that's what he wanted right now.

[simplebutterfly]

She wasted no time in moving against him and then reaching down in between them, giving him a squeeze before undoing his jeans and sliding her hand inside to rub him gently. She let her mouth find it's way to his neck and bit down rather hard at his skin, payment for his hand on her neck.

[autohomicide]

Mike watched her and slid his hands down her back to cup her ass. The bit was enough to take his breath. He squirmed under her as she bit down harder. He suddenly felt the urge to choke her again but she was in a position where he couldn't get his hands around it. Between the biting, her hand stroking him and the need to hurt her; Mike was quickly getting more aroused than he had been already.

[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly got wet rather quick from this, it wasn't something that happened often but when it did, it meant hours were in store for her. She slipped her hands back up to his chest, raising her head from his neck and sliding herself against him, so he could feel her

[autohomicide]

Mike could feel how wet she was but he already knew she would be. As soon as she got control she was soaked. Mike wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her back down for a kiss.

[simplebutterfly]

She moaned as she kissed him, letting him slip just inside her enough to get a small feel of him in her, it took every ounce of restraint she had to not buck her hips down to take him fully inside, no, she'd wait. Or try.

[autohomicide]

Mike tried to buck up under her. He wanted to be all the way in her. His restraint had gone the moment he stood there watching as she slept.