I never needed anyone to make me feel alive

[professorevie]

Date/Time: Saturday, May 27th, 10 AM
Location: Michel's bedroom
Open To: Michel
Currently Involving: Michel, Evie
Warnings: Fluff. Possibly sex. Actually, more likely than not, sex.

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[corps_et_ame]

Sex. Michel had missed that a lot since he came here. It took him a whole school year, almost, to get someone in bed? It wasn't like him, but then again, having a friend like this wasn't like him at all. He was more used to having flitty relationships with some women and being friends with others. This was a new concept to him, and it really did feel different to anything else he'd done. There was just something about her which set him on edge, made him crave her touch more than other drugs, made him feel like this was entirely different.

He woke up after her, cautiously opening his eyes to make sure she was still here or something. She was, in fact, she was still very close to him and he smiled to himself, preferring that she hadn't decided to recoil away in horror today. The breathing on his chest told him that she wasn't asleep, so he brought a hand up to run down her jaw, whispering to her, "Bon matin."

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And then there was Evie, who had very rarely had the intention to get someone in bed, and never enjoyed it. He was the first one to ever make her feel this way. It was incredibly odd to her, especially since he was supposed to be her best friend and nothing more. But...it didn't really matter. She was determined to stop thinking about this and just live in the moment. It was easier said than done. Hey. At least she was trying.

The sound of his voice and the feel of his hand on her skin sent shivers down her spine. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes with hers. "Good morning," she whispered back, smiling brightly, her lips just a breath away from his.

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He sincerely did hope that she felt as good about this right now as he did. Michel couldn't imagine anything better than this moment, knowing someone needed him as badly as he needed them. He hated relying on people, but it eased his concience that he was giving her something in return, something he loved doing, something he couldn't resist, it seemed.

He returned her smile, pressing his lips to hers briefly, as they were so close, he couldn't do otherwise, "You're bloody amazing, you do know that, don't you?" He didn't just mean in bed, either, but for now, that was a fair comment to make.

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Of course she felt good about this. She couldn't ask for anything better than this feeling. It was scary, yes, but it was still the best she'd felt about anything, ever. She was glad he couldn't resist this, because she certainly couldn't either.

She ran her thumb idly over the skin of his chest, relaxing in his arms, and couldn't stop her grin from getting even wider at his words. "I'm very glad you think so," she said quietly. "Because you're absolutely amazing too." And just like he didn't only mean in bed, she didn't either. After all, there were so many other things about him that she liked. Though the sex? Nothing to sneeze at.

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His eyes carefully watched her thumb against his chest, then looked back to her, absentmindledly moving his hand along her cheek and into her hair, curling a few bits of it around his fingers, smiling at what she said. Nobody had ever really called him absolutely amazing before, apart from after sex, but he did hope she'd meant it like he had. He didn't have a clue what all this was about, but he liked it, so who was he to complain?

"Thanks. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'd do without you, you know." She did keep him sane, Michel concluded. She also drove him mad, but that was a different matter.

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She loved the feel of his hand in her hair. Granted, she liked having her hair played with in general, but it was his hand. That made it even better. Just like she loved having his arms around her better than anyone else who'd ever held her. And that really did scare her a bit. But what could she do about it? She wasn't about to give this up. She didn't want to.

Evie grinned. She was really that important to him? That made her so incredibly happy, she could hardly explain it. "I feel the same way. It's weird, you know. I mean, less than a year ago we'd both thought we'd never see each other again."

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He ran her hair over his fingers, enjoying how soft it was against his skin, but it was also the gesture of it. How he loved feeling any part of her against him, but especially how he felt so comfortable just being here with her.

She was that important to him, and Michel wanted her to realise that, "Yeah, and I'm exceedingly glad we did, because otherwise I'd still be drinking my arse off here." He was very, very sure it was true, and it said a lot that she'd persuaded him that was a bad state of affairs, or at least persuaded him to admit it to himself.

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She felt so completely at peace, laying here with him. Just being with him in general was relaxing. At least, it had been since he'd stopped drinking. She kissed him once, softly, just because she couldn't resist it.

He was also that important to her. Sure, she had other friends; Ash, Kat, Ailwin...she loved being with them too. But Michel made her feel so...she couldn't even think of a word to describe it. "I'm glad we did too. I'd hate to think that you'd still be drinking that much." She was so glad he'd changed his mind about alcohol.

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He could easily, easily imagine drinking that much again, and there were times it had seemed like a distinctly good idea, but that was partially why he needed her so much, why he relied on her so much, because having her here, something he truly enjoyed sober, kept in his his mind the reasons he shouldn't. He couldn't see himself letting her down. "I'd hate to think I was letting you down like that. Because I don't, but you sure as hell know what's best for me."

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She chuckled a little. "It's true, I do. Comes with the whole 'Healer' gig," she said quietly. She knew that she was the only thing keeping him from drinking again. And it was for that reason, and many others, that she was laying here with him now. Granted, she was getting the feeling that she'd have ended up here whether alcohol was a problem or not. She really did need him just as much as he needed her. And she couldn't explain why. "I only wanted you to stop because I worried about you."

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He laughed quietly and pressed his lips to her cheek just a little, "And you're a damn good healer, so don't stop." Michel started to twirl a bit of her hair around his finger, completely transfixed with the way it felt under his skin, "And I hate you worrying about me, as it's a waste of a lovely person like yourself. So, the less I make you worry, the better." It was true, as well. He wasn't just doing all this to stop himself drinking. In fact, that was far from the truth. It was waiting to happen, and the drinking had just kicked it off. "Not to mention this is far more fun sober."

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Evie grinned at that. "I always told you I didn't need History of Magic to be a success," she teased a little, moving her hand up his chest and neck to rest on his jaw. "I don't think worrying about you is a waste. In fact I'm, more than likely, still going to do it whether you drink or not." She laughed and raised her eyebrow. "I should hope you think it's more fun sober. I certainly prefer this to having you come on to me when drunk." She was still teasing of course, even though it was the truth.

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He returned her smile, "Well, apparently, you might like History for it's multitude of insults." He laughed with a shrug, remembering his previous conversation, "You always worry about everyone, though." He leant into her hand on his face, loving the feel of her skin warm against his, "I certainly remember more when I'm sober. Not to mention, I know we're both comfortable with this when I'm sober." And perhaps that was the best thing about this, that he was comfortable with her, not only when he was drunk, but when he was stone cold sober. It wasn't something he managed with many other people.

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Evie laughed. "They're just teasing you. I don't know the girl, but James is a good kid," she said with a smile. "I can't help that. It's in my nature." It was, after all. She was a worrier. She couldn't really stop herself. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his cheek. "Not to mention, I don't have to worry about whether you'll still want me when you sober up," she teased yet again. She didn't want to let this get too serious. After all, he was quitting. And that was what mattered. She didn't have to keep rubbing the fact that he used to drink in his face.

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"I know they are. And they're funny with it too." Michel laughed and smiled when she kissed him like that, "You should have figured out by now that I always want you, drunk or sober." Or, just woken up, he couldn't deny it to himself any more, he wanted his best friend and thought about it probably far too frequently. But it was good, so why bother? He was also relieved she wasn't being to serious, as he really didn't need someone nagging him right now.

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"Kids do have a tendency to be entertaining," she said with a grin that grew even wider at his next comment. "Is that so?" She kissed him once at the corner of his lips. "What a coincidence. Once again, I feel the same way," she whispered before pressing her lips to his full on. She, too, wanted her best friend. Very badly and quite frequently. And frankly, she was tired of worrying herself over it. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't meant to be this way.