Aftersex pancakes? :D?

[4theloveofbluth]

Michael woke up.. feeling very warm. Which was strange because he was still in New York, wasn't he? Looking around for the offending object that had woken him, he snatched his phone off the table and flipped it open to shut it up. But it wasn't a call. I was like, 8 trillion text messages from his brother GOB. Rolling his eyes, he put the phone on

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[isdisarming]

Alice woke up early, she always did when drank the night before. Getting up, she laid in bed for awhile, willing herself to go back to sleep. When it proved that it simply wasn't going to happen, she opened her eyes to look at the man sleeping next to her. Wow, what a trip that had been. From a crummy night at work, to a handsome man next to her in the morning

[4theloveofbluth]

"It sure does," he hummed, turning to kiss her ear.

Smiling, he grabbed a pan from where he had learned they lived, placing it evenly on the stove and adjusting the burner. He dropped a few eggs in it unceremoniously and pulled out another for the pancakes.

"How do you like your eggs?" he asked, still stirring the pancake mix. "And could you put in some toast?"

He knew he had forgotten something. Inevitable.

[isdisarming]

At how she liked her eggs, she laughed, thinking of a horribly inappropriate joke at the moment. Moving away from him, she got the bread from the cupboard and started to fiddle with the old toaster.

"Sunny side up, please." Daniel ate his eggs like that, and after awhile so did she. No matter how much time apart, he always seemed to be there, rearing his ugly head at the worst moments.

Dropping the bread into the toaster she turned and looked at him. "How did you sleep?"

[4theloveofbluth]

Michael complied, grabbing a plate and sliding her eggs on it as he began to make the pancakes and fry up a few eggs for himself.

"I slept like a rock." Like he always did when he was drunk.

[isdisarming]

Laying down on his chest she kissed him. Those hard, biting kisses, more tongue and teeth, then anything. Kisses that made her heart race, that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. Kisses that she couldn't get enough of. Half of her knew the reason why she wanted this, and the other half protested that a nice, gentle coupling would be much more rewarding.

Guess what half she was listening to at the moment.

Pushing up his shirt, or her shirt that he was wearing, she started to rub up against him once more. Eager, willing, wanting, Throwing herself at him, she would do whatever he wanted her to do, and gladly.

[4theloveofbluth]

He needed to let go; let this happen and just not worry about it.

Unfortunately, his personality didn't really allow for that. Taking a deep breath, he tried to say something. Anything that might be... satisfactorily dirty.

"I want you to..." He had started strong. Fuck. "To.."

Hopelessly, he tugged on her chin again, putting her at eyeline.

"I just want you. Is that enough?"

[isdisarming]

She waited for him, and waited, and when he finally spoke she let out the breath she had been holding.

Smiling gently she nodded and lent down to kiss him, a sweet, happy kiss. There was nothing wrong with what he wanted. Deep down that's what she wanted anyway, to make him happy.

"Yes, Michael, that's enough." Sitting back, she giggled a bit, and then jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "But ya gotta lose the shirt, stranger."

[4theloveofbluth]

Michael nodded, unsure of what was happening, but along for the ride either way. He stripped off the shirt and watched it fall to the ground near where he had neatly folded and arranged his things.

"I'm sorry I can't..." Bruise you? Order you around? "Hurt you."

He frowned, knowing that hadn't come out right. But it was the truth.

[isdisarming]

Alice hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, well she had kicked off the sheets, but that's because it was too hot. Laying on her back, she twirled a piece of dark hair around her finger, smoking a cigarette. Thinking, thinking about what she had to do later that night and how long he was going to be staying in New York. She hadn't thought to ask him that, or a lot of other things.

When he opened the door, she crushed out the cigarette, and waved the smoke away from her face. Eyebrows raised when he pulled on his pants and she shook her head a little bit. She could never understand why people had issues with being naked.

Still, there was something about a slightly damp man in just slacks. "You look good like that."

[4theloveofbluth]

"Do I?" he asked, looking down at himself. He had never seen anything special about his appearance or body. He was.. kind of stiflingly normal, at least in presence.

Sighing, he climbed into bed next to her, propping himself up against the headboard. His eyes raked over her body as he found himself thinking about her occupation. He really couldn't judge her for it, despite the fact that part of him wanted to. She looked so comfortable this way, naked and young.. absolutely stunning.

He noted her serious expression, and donned one of his own, thinking... It was already Thursday and he was due back in Newport News on Sunday afternoon.

"Is this the part where we stop being strangers?" he asked helplessly. This thing had grabbed hold of them, so suddenly; without any sort of warning. Michael thought it was love, but how could he be sure? Maybe it was simple lust, trapped away for a year of celibacy.

[isdisarming]

"Mmmm, you do, you look very good every way I've seen you. You are a handsome man, Michael." Turning her head, she looked up at him, catching that glance, his eyes moving down her body. In a different setting, it would have been normal, just business, but this was intimate, and she felt the need to impress him.

Stretching out, she rolled on to her side, proping herself up with an elbow as she started to kiss up his chest. She could taste the water that clung to him, and smelt her soap on his flesh, and found that she liked it. Grinning she nodded, the tip of her nose brushing over a nipple as she moved.

"Yes, this is where we stop being strangers. I'll answer whatever questions you want me to," just maybe not honestly. There was a certain fear with being familiar with someone, strangers were easy because you didn't know a thing about them. When they walked out, there was never any problem.

[4theloveofbluth]

He blushed, accepting her praise with a bowed head.

Michael, too, was afraid of this intimacy they shared. He would always carry the knowledge that even if she stayed with him... the rest of the Bluths would probably scare her away. Thanking his lucky stars, Michael sighed. At least George Michael wasn't scary.

He pulled her away from his chest, shuddering lightly as their lips met in a shallow kiss. He couldn't exactly get it up after... and now his son was on his way. He wasn't as young as he used to be; that above all other things was becoming abundantly clear.

"Okay, let's do it this way," he proposed, draping an arm over her shoulder. "You ask me a question and then I'll ask you a question, okay?"

It was ridiculously juvenile, but his heart quickened just a little at the prospect of knowing more about the mysterious and beautiful woman in his arms.

[4theloveofbluth]

Michael couldn't help it, he laughed at her. She looked so huffy.

Sighing, he picked up his phone. "Yes, George Michael. I know. Uh-huh. Just park the staircar.. any place you can and we'll let you in. Yeah. Bye."

"He's here," Michael announced unnecessarily. "And you look great - I was only kidding."

[doomedtoinherit]

George Michael knocked lightly at the door he had been instructed his father's "friend" lived. He hadn't lived 18 years without knowing what was going on. His only surprise lay in that he was meeting the girl this time. His dad usually tried to keep dating and family very separate. Although work and family were virtually the same.

Shrugging, he jingled the keys to the staircar and waited nervously. What if this was the wrong apartment? What if this girl didn't like him and dumped his dad?

...That would really suck. Or worst yet, what if Dad had wanted him to wait outside? No, then he wouldn't have given the apartment number. George Michael tried to tell himself he was just being paranoid but he was beginning to freak out, if only a little.

[isdisarming]

Alice was about to say something, but she forgot what when she heard the door. Frowning a bit, she opened the door and looked at the boy standing there. He did not look eighteen, he looked much older then that, and very much like his father.

Blinking, she smiled and then opened the door a bit wider, letting him step inside.

"Hi, George Michael, I'm Alice. Come on in."

[doomedtoinherit]

"H-hi," he said cautiously, attempting a smile as he handed Michael a change of clothes. "It's nice to meet you."

He was being unnecessarily jittery and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. This woman looked so young... And then his dad left the room to put on his nice suit for the conference. The blue pinstriped one he had picked out (and GOB had bought with the company credit card) last winter.

George Michael searched his empty brain for something to say, but ended up just standing there like a deer-in-headlights, hoping either Dad would come back or Alice would say something before he exploded with the awkward tension.