justprompts - In Your Absense
(No set verse for this, more fic than anything else. Jess = foundherwings, and used with love. Follows this.)
I don't remember one jump or one leap//Just quiet steps away from your lead ~The Fray
It had been a week since she had left Miami, and he couldn't quit thinking about her. She wasn't like other women he usually found himself going after, and he couldn't figure it out, but she had him too intrigued to let it all pass.
He was busy with a job, but spending his nights thinking about her lips. The way they smiled - he liked that - the way they tasted. Which only led to further thoughts that he really didn't need to have without her there to relieve him.
They hadn't exactly established anything when she left. She hadn't let him go to the airport with him, she just left him at home.
He moved to his side to study her as she dressed, wanting to remember everything. Her head tilted to him with a smirk. "Stop starin'." He only smirked back and continued watching her. Once she had her clothes on she moved over to him and leaned over him. Her hair fell against his face and he breathed her presence in carefully. Savored it. Her lips brushed down against his and his hand moved up to the back of her neck, turning the kiss deeper. She kissed him back, matching the intensity, before pressing a hand to his chest and pulling back. "I gotta go," she whispered.
"I know." He slid his legs to the side of the bed and sat there a moment, watching her. He grabbed his jeans and slid into them and stood before her. He watched her eyes breeze over his chest.
"That's not fair," she stated, raising a brow.
He smirked again and moved his arm around her shoulders, then walked her to the door. "This isn't either."
"Nope."
When he stopped them at the door, he slipped a finger to her chin and tilted her head back to kiss her again. This time it was gentle and short. "Bye," he whispered against her mouth, pressing another soft kiss there.
Her fingers held his belt loops tightly for a moment. "Bye Mike," she murmured back. She groaned softly before she finally pulled herself away and turned from him. He opened the door for her and watched her walk off. She didn't look back at him, but he kept his eyes on her until she was in the car and out of his sight. Then he closed the door and dropped his forehead against it.
All of the final moments with Jess were swimming in his head when he picked up his cell phone and found her number in his contacts. He let it start to ring and held the phone to his ear. Voicemail. He sighed and waited for the beep.
"Hey," he said gently into the phone. He went quiet, unsure what he wanted to say...or could actually say...and after a moment or two of just breathing into her voicemail, he hung up. He sighed to himself as he went to grab a yogurt from his fridge. "Yes, Michael, you're the man," he muttered to himself.
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I don't remember one jump or one leap//Just quiet steps away from your lead ~The Fray
It had been a week since she had left Miami, and he couldn't quit thinking about her. She wasn't like other women he usually found himself going after, and he couldn't figure it out, but she had him too intrigued to let it all pass.
He was busy with a job, but spending his nights thinking about her lips. The way they smiled - he liked that - the way they tasted. Which only led to further thoughts that he really didn't need to have without her there to relieve him.
They hadn't exactly established anything when she left. She hadn't let him go to the airport with him, she just left him at home.
He moved to his side to study her as she dressed, wanting to remember everything. Her head tilted to him with a smirk. "Stop starin'." He only smirked back and continued watching her. Once she had her clothes on she moved over to him and leaned over him. Her hair fell against his face and he breathed her presence in carefully. Savored it. Her lips brushed down against his and his hand moved up to the back of her neck, turning the kiss deeper. She kissed him back, matching the intensity, before pressing a hand to his chest and pulling back. "I gotta go," she whispered.
"I know." He slid his legs to the side of the bed and sat there a moment, watching her. He grabbed his jeans and slid into them and stood before her. He watched her eyes breeze over his chest.
"That's not fair," she stated, raising a brow.
He smirked again and moved his arm around her shoulders, then walked her to the door. "This isn't either."
"Nope."
When he stopped them at the door, he slipped a finger to her chin and tilted her head back to kiss her again. This time it was gentle and short. "Bye," he whispered against her mouth, pressing another soft kiss there.
Her fingers held his belt loops tightly for a moment. "Bye Mike," she murmured back. She groaned softly before she finally pulled herself away and turned from him. He opened the door for her and watched her walk off. She didn't look back at him, but he kept his eyes on her until she was in the car and out of his sight. Then he closed the door and dropped his forehead against it.
All of the final moments with Jess were swimming in his head when he picked up his cell phone and found her number in his contacts. He let it start to ring and held the phone to his ear. Voicemail. He sighed and waited for the beep.
"Hey," he said gently into the phone. He went quiet, unsure what he wanted to say...or could actually say...and after a moment or two of just breathing into her voicemail, he hung up. He sighed to himself as he went to grab a yogurt from his fridge. "Yes, Michael, you're the man," he muttered to himself.
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