All rights belong to E. L. James ME; story line is mine as are all OC's
This is a spin off from my story Whole Again, featuring a cast of Original Characters who belong to me. No stealing them :P Anyway, this was originally a one-shot, but may develop into a mini-story... but only if you guys REVIEW and tell me if you like it or not. If you do like it, I'll write more, if not then I won't :D
Well I hope I'll see you at the bottom :)
Musical Inspiration: The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, by Leona Lewis.
I'm sitting in my bedroom on a Saturday night twiddling my thumbs not knowing what to do with myself. I don't like being here alone with her. The kids are with Michael, so I have absolutely nothing to do, I can't even have a movie night with the other girls, Leah and Brianne who are the nannies who look after Riley and James.
I switch the TV on and try to watch a few episodes of Friends to kill an hour but I have zero concentration. I sigh as I lift my pillow and place it over my face and scream while kicking my feet.
Wow, super mature Eleanor—even Lexi doesn't do that anymore.
When I first got the call from the agency saying I had passed the extensive background checks for a family and I had an interview I was so excited. I'd just turned 20 that year. I couldn't wait to have my first job after graduating a year early with two bachelor degrees, one of which in child psychology and the other in child development. Mrs. Foster answered the door clearly very pregnant and introduced herself and that was it. I never saw her again for the rest of the interview. Michael greeted me after Mrs. Foster went upstairs and I felt all breath leave my body, it was like… the atmosphere was charged and crackled all around us. I was sure I saw him swallow rather hard but it must have just been my imagination, because he has been nothing but the perfect gentleman around me. I had never seen a man more good-looking in my entire life. Michael told me that his wife was feeling tired which is why she went upstairs to lie down. I remember feeling bad for her—what a crock of shit that turned out to be, she just doesn't care about anyone but herself.
Leah and Brianne, who are about ten years older than I am, interviewed me along with Michael. I know I felt a powerful draw to him, which was and still is completely one-sided… even pregnant his wife was outrageously gorgeous… I remember thinking why would he ever look my way when he has her in his bed. I didn't know it then but she is ugly and rotten to the core.
I moved in the following week to get myself situated on how the Foster's liked their home run. A few weeks later Alexia Gabriella Foster was born and I swear that little girl owned me heart and soul the moment she was placed in my arms. It still boggles my mind that her own damn mother can't love her the way I do, she's the most perfect kid on the planet and I would give my life's blood to make sure she is always safe, loved and happy.
I am contemplating maybe calling my friend Rachel and asking if she wants to go for dinner and a movie with me because I can't be inside this house for one more minute. Mrs. Foster has been screwing whomever she met on Friday night and they have done nothing but… have sex. I almost feel like I need a shower just to remove the 'dirty' from my skin. For being such a large house, you would think you wouldn't be able to hear anything… but unfortunately for me, I can and it's fucking—pardon the pun—with my head.
I am just about to pick up my cell to call Rachel when it starts ringing… I lift it from the nightstand and my heart immediately lodges itself in my throat—the only reason Michael would be calling me is if something was wrong with one of the kids. My hands are trembling as I slide my thumb across the screen to answer.
"Michael…is everything alright?" I ask in a rush as soon as I put the phone to my ear. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating as my mouth goes dry.
"Elle, listen Lexi is sick… and I can't get her to take the medicine you packed. She is in bed crying her heart out and asking for you, well she asked for mommy but we both know it's not her poor excuse of a mother she wants." He sighs and I can imagine him rubbing at the scruff on his face.
"Do you want me to talk to her and try to calm her down?" I ask him, tracing invisible patterns on my comforter.
"I know it's a Saturday night and you are probably busy with your friends or boyfriend and stuff but… I don't think she is going to go back to sleep if she doesn't see you. I really am sorry…" He sighs and I shake my head even though I know he can't see me.
"I don't have a boyfriend… I mean I'm not… I'm at the house; I don't have plans or anything so I can swing by your place. Do you need me to bring anything… more medicine or clean pajamas?"
Damn, talk about an awkward sentence Eleanor!
He tells me to bring more stuff for Lexi so I go into her bedroom and grab a few pairs of clean PJ's and a few comfy outfits since she'll probably spend the remainder of the weekend in the house. Once I have everything I head downstairs. I grab the child Tylenol and also the Kool 'n' soothe fever strips to take her temperature down.
I grab my car keys along with the holdall that contains Lexi's stuff. It doesn't take me long to drive out to Michael's place. The Foster's have multiple houses in Seattle and the surrounding area and when he left the evil queen he moved into the other place they have in Medina. I press the buzzer and I'm immediately granted access when I arrive at the gate I drive up to the house and see Michael standing at the front door with a very dishevelled Lexi resting on his hip with her little arms around his neck and her head tucked into her father's shoulder.
She look's up when she hears the car door close and as soon as she see's me she starts sobbing again. Her little cheeks are all flushed and her beautiful curls are stuck to her sweaty face. She leans away from her father and holds her arms out to me. I immediately reach for her and she wraps her legs around my waist with her hands around my neck.
"M—Mommy… I don' feel g-gwood. I wana go sick." She sobs. I don't correct her and instead I simply press my hand to the back of her head and rock her from side to side. Michael steps back from the front door so I can enter. I stand in the foyer, unsure where I'm supposed to go.
"It's okay sweetheart, I'm here now." I soothe her as she cries… she's so warm.
"Let's go into the living room. I have her blanket and pillows on the sofa so that she could snuggle and watch cartoons with me." I nod with a smile and follow behind him. I take a seat where Lexi's stuff is lying and rock her in my arms.
"Oh sweet-pea you sure don't feel well huh? It's okay… daddy and I are here. You need to take some medicine and drink some water, will you do that for me?" I ask her in a soft voice. Her sobs have subsided and all she has now are hiccups. Michael passes me a wet wipe and her medicine with a bottle of flavoured water.
I wipe her tearstained face and snotty nose before kissing her forehead. She is burning up… I get Michael to measure out 5mls of Tylenol onto the little spoon and she opens for me, taking it all with a scrunched up face.
"I know sweet-pea, it doesn't taste good but it'll make you feel so much better. Let's get you into some clean pajamas and I'll put something cold on your forehead to soothe it okay?" I ask as I pass over her flavoured water. She takes slow sips before passing it back to me. I quickly strip her sweaty pajamas off and get the clean ones, which consist of a pair of tiny shorts and a thin cotton vest top to keep her cool. I pull back the comforter, on the sofa along with a pillow from her bedroom, and tuck her in before putting the cooling strip on her forehead. Thankfully the comforter is quite thin and won't make her feel sweatier than she already is.
"Do you want to watch something on TV sweetie? Are you hungry, do you want some more of your water or anything else to drink?" I ask her and she says yes to the TV but refuses a drink and some food. Hopefully she'll eat something a little later.
"Can you and d-daddy watch a moovie wif me?" She asks in such a small voice and I look up to Michael to see what his reaction is and all I get is a small, knowing smirk.
"Sure pip, what do you want to watch with daddy and Ellie?" He asks her and she ponders for a few minutes before asking to watch Tangled. Michael places the disc into the DVD player and settles on the opposite end of the couch.
"Mommy—I mean, Ellie will you get unda the cover wif me? I wana sit on your lap, pwease?" She asks with pleading eyes, which causes me to roll mine, earning me a slight giggle from Lexi. I lift her up and get under the covers before I sit back down with her on my lap sideways. She is curled into me with her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. I quietly run my fingers rhythmically as the movie plays while she gets closer and closer to sleep, and eventually her eyes close and her breathing even's out.
"Is she asleep?" Michael asks in a whisper and I nod. He probably wants me out of his house now that he knows Lexi is okay.
"Yeah she's sound asleep. I'd give her a few more minutes before you move her though, just to be safe. As soon as you put her to bed, I'll be out of your hair, I promise." I smile up at him and he shakes his head at me. What is that all about?
"Elle, I'm worried she'll wake up during the night and be upset again. I'd hate to have to call you to come over because she woke up and needs your comfort. It would make so much more sense for you to just stay here. You can have a guest room or maybe even sleep in Lexi's bed since it's queen size and she's tiny." He offers with a pleasant smile.
"Are you sure? I mean… I don't want to impose." I add weakly and he chuckles and shakes his head yet again.
"It's fine, and there is no imposition. I'd like for you to stay." He says with a twinkle in his eyes.
Michael eventually lifts Alexia out of my arms and they ache in her absence. I love that little girl with every fibre of my entire being. Ten minutes or so later, Michael comes back into the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands.
Huh?
He lays them on the table before pouring us both a glass and hands one over to me. For the first time he appears to be nervous.
"I can't ever tell you how glad I am that you came into our home four years ago. I would have gone insane with that psychotic narcissistic bitch. I want to thank you for giving my children unconditional love. They have it from me but they need a mother's love too and you've given them that." He whispers as he angles his body to face me and I do the same.
"I love Lexi and the boy's Michael. They're the very best parts of my life." I whisper through a tight voice. He sighs as he lays his hand over the top of mine and squeezes gently.
"I don't know why I stayed with her as long as I did… but I think I've figured out the reason Ellie." He murmurs as his eyes are fixed on my lips and I can't help but lick them. He doesn't even try to mask the groan that just escaped him.
"What did you figure out?" I ask with my heart racing like it's about to break through my chest.
"If I hadn't married Diane, and stayed with her for as long as I did… I wouldn't have my children and therefor I wouldn't have met you. From the day I interviewed you, all I wanted was to be able to have you in my arms. To kiss you and hold you… I will understand if you don't feel the same and I won't hold it against you. I just… seeing you with my children, the way you nurture and care for them… it makes me happy Elle. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen and I've fallen in love with you. My marriage was on the rocks long before I met you but the moment my eyes locked with yours… I just knew that nothing was ever going keep me from you, including my wife. Ellie you woke me up from a life of endurance." He holds onto my hands and all I can do is squeeze his hands in response knowing that if I whoop and holler for joy, Lexi is going to wake up.
"I… don't know what to say Michael. I can't believe that you feel this way too. I always thought it was one sided, the attraction, the draw to you has been there for years. I couldn't see how you'd ever be interested in someone who is just the hired help. I don't know why on earth you want me… I'm nothing special Michael; I'm nothing." I whisper, pushing the words passed the lump in my throat.
"Honey listen to me… you are so special; you have this warmth that just emanates around you all the time. You are sweet and kind and nurturing. You are everything she isn't and I swear to god I have fallen for you so deeply that I can't even see straight anymore. I know I am older than you, I'm 44 and I'm not getting any younger… Christ I'm old enough to be your father, but I can't deny this attraction anymore, but more than that… I don't want to Elle. I need you too much." He says tightly as his eyes bore into mine.
"I don't care how old you are, you are all I think about. You make me believe that princesses, magic and true love really exists. I feel like I've been waiting for you all my life." I whisper through a thick voice.
"You don't know how much that means to me sweetheart. I feel like I've been waiting a lot longer than you have though." He grins at me and I can't stop myself from slapping his shoulder. His smile fades quickly though and he takes my hand in his again before taking a deep breath.
"You already know that I'm divorcing Diane, I need you to know that I'm going to petition for full custody of the kids. I don't think she'll contest it but if she does then I am prepared to take her all the way. I want my kids with me all the time—and I want you here too, and not as a nanny… I want you with me as the woman I love, as the woman whom I want to marry… if you eventually say yes. Leah and Brianne are welcome to continue on as the boys' nannies, but only because I think that it would hurt them if they were suddenly not around anymore. I want you to know that you… you'll be their mother, just like you always have been Elle. They love you, and I love you too sweetheart, so much." He murmurs and my heart is about to beat right out of my chest when he moves closer to me. His hand comes up and caresses my cheek as he leans forward and captures my mouth in a kiss that is every cliché rolled into one. I get butterflies in my belly and a pulse heads straight between the apex of my thighs when his tongue slides into my mouth to tango with my own. Fireworks burst behind my eyes and it's all I can do not to completely dissolve.
"Elle… I've wanted you for years." He groans as he moves from my mouth, along my jaw and down onto my neck with little sucking kisses.
"I've wanted you too Michael, so much." I whimper as he grazes the wing of my shoulder with his teeth.
"Can I touch you?" He asks shyly and I nod with a small smile. His hand slides from its position on my thigh up to my hip, waist, ribs until he finds the curve of my breast. His hand slides up until he's palming the heavy swell while his thumb finds my nipple. I whimper into his mouth as he reduces me into nothing but a pool of arousal. I've never felt like this… ever.
"On my lap honey, I want you on my lap." He whispers hotly into my ear so I straddle his thighs and wrap my arms around his neck as his hands gravitate to my hips. He pulls me to him tightly so that I'm pressed against him in all the right places.
Oh my GAWD! Is this really about to happen, am I really about to have sex? What do I do?
I shake those thoughts, and I just follow my body's instincts His head leans back against the sofa as I rock experimentally and rhythmically against the hardness in his sleep pants.
I can feel every inch of him and there is a… lot of inches! Shit this is gonna hurt so bad!
"God you feel good, warm…so good." He moans with his eyes closed. I reach up with my hand as I rub my fingers over the designer stubble that covers his face. I can't help myself so I lean forward and take his mouth deeply.
"Michael, I've wanted this, wanted you for so long… please?" I beg, the throbbing in my clit is getting to be too much to bear. A guttural groan comes from deep within him as he lays his forehead against mine.
"Elle, I need to know if you're sure about me, about us. If we're going to do this, we have to be all in. I can't bear the thought of having you in my arms for just one night then having to let you go. I want you with me, you and the kids—I want and need the four of you here." He murmurs as he kisses and nips at my neck and collarbones.
"It's not a one time thing Michael… of course I want to be all in. I want to be here with you and the kids—we'll be a family filled with love, like it's supposed to be." I whisper feeling a lump in my throat. I swallow around it as Michael lifts me into his arms as he rises from the sofa.
"Where are we going?" I ask him en-route as my fingers play with the soft bristly hairs at the back of his neck.
"I'm taking you to my bed and when we get there… I'm going to worship you like I've wanted to since the moment I met you Miss. Baxter. Is that okay with you?" He asks me as he nuzzles my neck with his nose.
"It's more than okay." I sigh in relief as he gently places me on top of his very comfortable bed. He takes my hands in his and holds them over my head as he explores my mouth. I moan loudly as I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his chest.
As our mouths meet and collide with each other, both our tongue's battling for dominance… neither giving the other an inch. My thoughts are obliterated when he sucks my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and I can't contain the gasp that echo's around us. He fingers he hem and I take that as my queue to take the shirt off. When I do, his hands gravitate to my breasts almost instantaneously.
"These are fucking perfect love, so round and soft. Fuck these nipples…so pink and long, they were made for sucking!" He murmurs as he stares up at me with a cheeky smirk. He keeps eye contact as his face leans down slowly…
"I can smell you from here love, are you wet for me?" He asks while I fumble along, trying and failing to unbutton his fly. Eventually I get there and push them to his ankles where he kicks them off and simultaneously whips his t-shirt off. I take him in all his glory, so muscular, defined and sexy. I want to lick every perfect line of his stomach. It isn't until he's left standing there, wearing his boxers that I realize I've zoned out and in doing so, I haven't answered his question.
"Yes! I'm wet and I'm more than ready… I've been ready for four years Michael. I need you!" I whimper the ache in my sex too much to bear any longer. When he crawls on top of me I really start to feel nervous, terrified even but I can't deny that he's the one I'm supposed to be with and for that reason, what we're about to do can't be wrong. His hands thread into my hair as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, softly licking and biting at it; which heads straight to my pulsing clit.
"Protection, are you on the pill or do we need condoms? I'm clean—I always get check ups just to be sure." He asks, and I know that he is referring to Diane with the fact that she's cheated on him on more than one occasion. He has blamed himself for years thinking that he just wasn't enough for her to be faithful. Not muscular enough, not sexual enough, not man enough. It broke my heart to watch him tear himself apart over her.
A few weeks ago he came home from a business trip unexpectedly, he called me and asked me to have the kids ready because he was going to take them out to Chuck. E. Cheese for dinner since he missed them so much. I immediately drove straight back to the house as Diane had told Leah, Brianne and I to take the kids and make ourselves scarce for a few hours earlier that day. I repeatedly called the house but didn't get an answer. I was trying to get back quickly but Michael had got there before me and walked right in on her screwing the gardener. He said knowing and seeing are two very different things and the following night he moved out and hasn't looked her way since. He deals with me when he requests access to the kids, which has been every single weekend and if he's unavailable for a weekend with them, due to work then he takes them during the week. He is a damn good father; he has tried his best with the kids, to try and compensate for the fact that their mother doesn't give a shit about them.
I am pulled out of my thoughts as Michael nips at my earlobes, causing me to shiver and obviously expecting a response to his earlier question. I don't know how to tell him that I am squeaky clean… considering the fact that I've never had sex. I take a deep breath and capture his face in my hands.
"I'm on the pill, but there's something you need to know first…" I whisper and I struggle to find the words to tell him. It's extremely embarrassing to admit that no one's ever tried to you know… have sex with you. I mean, there's a reason a girl can graduate with two degrees rather in only three years rather than the four that it usually takes the average student to achieve one.
"What is it honey, you can tell me anything. I love you, whatever it is… we'll face it together." He murmurs to me before softly nipping his way along my jawline.
"You asked if I was clean… and I am, the reason I know this is because I haven't… I haven't, you know." I stare up into his eyes and his brow is wrinkled with confusion. I can't help but sigh and whimper a little with embarrassment. "Michael, I haven't ever had sex. I'm, I'm a virgin." I say in a rush. I cringe back into the mattress, unable to meet his eyes. He cups my face in his hands and slowly forces me to meet his gaze.
"Ellie, sweetheart… I love you; I've loved you for four years. I can wait a little longer. I mean, there's no way I'm going to do anything with you tonight. You deserve romance, the perfect date before we do anything." He tells me and although he smiles and I can see nothing but sincerity there's disappointment coloring his words.
"Michael, no… I don't need romance and dates. I've waited long enough for you. I'm here, and I'm ready. I want you to be my first. I need you, please?" I implore him and experimentally tilt my hips to meet his, earning a tortured groan.
"Are you sure, positive? You only get one shot at your first time. Are you sure you want it to be with me love?" He asks and I nod before thrusting my fingers through his hair and meet his lips. He groans as his thumbs dance along my jawline. With one hand he reaches behind my knee and lifts it into his palm before hooking my leg around his hip and grinds himself against me.
"Please!?" I beg as he rhythmically rocks against me.
"Sweetheart, I need to get you nice and relaxed so that I don't bruise you. I don't want to hurt you and I know that there will be some pain but I want to minimize it as much as possible." He whispers as his tongue flicks against my earlobe. He slides his hands into my sweats and I lift my hips as he slips them off and tosses them to the side so that all I am left in is a pair of pink cotton panties.
You have so much gorgeous lingerie and on this night you pick the most girlish panties in your whole collection? You spend tonnes in Victoria's secret and today of all days you break out HELLO KITTY!
"So sweet and sexy… and as cute as Hello Kitty is, she has to go." He says as he peers up at me and we both burst out laughing which stops me from internally berating myself on my choice of underwear. My breath catches in my throat as he lifts himself up and removes my panties. I am laying there completely bare to him, both physically and emotionally… yet I feel so safe, and comfortable.
"Stunning, you are completely breath taking Elle." He whispers in a low seductive baritone, leaving teasing nips and sucking kisses as he makes his way back up my body.
"I can't believe this is happening, I never… I never thought you would want me. You're… well you and I'm me." I whisper as a blush colors my cheeks.
"You are the most desirable woman I have ever seen Elle, how could I not want you?" He asks as if he's really puzzled by the concept and I feel like my heart blooms under his gentle gaze.
"I love you Michael, so much. I wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone other than you."
"I love you too sweetheart, and I will cherish this gift always. I can't begin to tell you what it means to me, to know that no one has ever or will ever touch you other than me ever again. You're mine, you've always been mine… in here and that's the only place it matters Elle." He lifts his hand and lays it over his heart in a gesture so tender that it moves me to tears.
"Please… I'm yours… I always have been, I always will be." I whimper as his lips press down on mine and I feel a current, a spark so strong that it could light up the Christmas tree in Times Square all on its own. He kisses down my neck, sucking and nipping on the wing of my shoulder, sending whispers of desire straight between my legs.
His hand reaches and grips behind my knee and returns it to his hip, grinding his boxer-covered hardness against me. I feel my belly tighten deep down as he speeds up and after a few seconds everything bursts and I come harder than I ever have before. I am a panting sweating mess by the time he stops.
"I know I'm fairly new at the whole having sex concept, but I'm positive that one part of the guy has to go inside the girl." I say with a grin as I pant, trying to catch my breath. He chuckles into the crook of my neck, leaving a quick kiss against my sweaty skin before he pulls back.
"It's okay love, this was just the appetizer… the entre is coming right up…" He pauses for a split second with a cocked brow "…Pardon the pun." I shake my head and giggle at the absurdity of the situation but the second he presses his hardness against me once more, the giggle catches in my throat as the electricity begins thrumming in my veins once more.
He pulls back and gets to his feet, I lift myself up onto my elbows as I watch him as he slowly slide his boxers down his narrow hips and step out of them. My eyes automatically drift to the hardness jutting straight out, swollen and erect… I can't help but gasp and panic. This is going to hurt so bad.
"It's okay love, I will be as gentle as I can. I won't hurt you anymore than necessary." He promises as he crawls back onto the bed. He takes my hands and holds them above my head as he presses some of this weight on top of me. I feel his erection rest against my thigh; the bulbous tip feels sticky against my skin.
"I'm ready, I love you and I want to feel you Michael. I've always been yours." I whisper as I feel his warm breath fan across the skin of my neck.
"Open your legs for me love, that's it…" He murmurs as I widen them, feeling a little self-conscious. His mouth hungrily explores mine as his hand makes its way down between my legs. I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth as I feel his finger slip between my moist lips.
"So wet, I can't wait to feel you sweetheart, to fill you completely." He groans as he slips one finger inside me and circles it around and around before pulling it back out and pushing in. He repeats this motion over and over again before adding a second finger and I feel myself stretch around them.
"I'm going to loosen you up a little so that when I go inside, it doesn't hurt you quite as much. I don't want to cause you any pain." He tells me as he steals my breath, panting into my mouth as his tongue laves across my bottom lip. I feel him widen his fore and middle fingers, like making a scissor motion inside me and I feel my muscles protest just a little, but after a few moments it starts to feel good. He adds another finger slowly, before pressing his thumb on top of the little bundle of nerves above my entrance.
"Oh god… please! I need you, I need to feel you Michael please?" I beg as he speeds up, his lips trail along my jaw, down the side of my neck as he nips and sucks all the way to my breasts. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard. A zap of pleasure shocks down my body, as if my nipple is connected to my clit. I feel the tension begin to build low in my stomach… the ache getting stronger and stronger as he works me over with his fingers and mouth. Just when I think I'm going to go insane with lust and need he whispers softly in my ear.
"I love you Elle, let go love… let go for me." He breathes and his soft spoken words are my undoing and I fall spectacularly. He continues to rub my clit, bringing me slowly back to earth. I heave breaths into my chest, my heart racing from the heights of pleasure he brought me to.
"Are you ready for the next step sweetheart, if you aren't… it's okay, we can turn onto our sides and I'll happily hold your naked body in my arms until morning." He tells me and although that thought is nice and makes me smile, its not what I want right now. I want him, all of him inside all of me.
"I'm ready, I want you…" I tell him earnestly. I am so ready for this, for us to take the first step into being truly together. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as his lips merge with mine. He takes his length in one hand, pumping up and down a few times before positioning himself to take me. My heart is racing as he thrusts back and forth through my folds, gliding along effortlessly because of the abundant arousal he brought out of me.
"Hold onto me tightly if it hurts love, I promise the pain will fade quickly. You are all I want, all I'm ever going to want and one day… I promise I'll make you my wife." He vows as he continues to rock back and forth. "I'm going to take you now love, please know that I love you more than I ever thought possible and I will love you until the end of time." He whispers against my lips as he positions the head of his erection against my entrance. I wrap my arms around his back, hooking my hands over his shoulders as he pushes forth gently, with the slightest pressure but I feel it. I feel my muscles stretching around him and it hurts, it hurts just as much as I feared it would… but I can bear it, for him I can bear anything.
I take deep breaths through my nose as I tuck my head into his neck, squeezing my eyes closed as I feel another inch of him push inside.
"Are you okay love?" He asks and I nod tightly, not trusting my voice. "It's okay… do you want me to stop?" He asks, his voice strained from trying to resist the urge to thrust himself all the way inside.
"No, no… keep going, I'm alright. Please just, just get the pain part over with and then go slow." I gasp, as he rocks forward at the same time, more of him slipping further inside me.
"Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you?" He pulls his head back a little and stares into my eyes. He lifts his palm and cups my cheek tenderly before kissing my slowly and deeply. I get so lost in his kiss that I forget about everything other than what his lips feel like as they press upon mine. I suck in a deep breath and cry out as he thrusts himself all the way inside me. The pain is unimaginable, like I'm being ripped wide open and I can't stop myself from digging my nails into his shoulder and reflexively clench my thighs around his hips. I feel tears leak from my eyes as I continue my hold, startled gasps of breath hissing through my clenched teeth.
"It's okay, it's alright love… that's it done, it's over. Shh… please don't cry, you're alright love." He reassures me, trying to pull his head back to look at me but I won't let go of him. I breathe deeply until I start to feel the pain slowly begin to ebb away. I let some shaky breaths leave my mouth before I loosen my hold a little.
"Just… just go slow. I'm okay, I love you—and I'm glad I waited on you, for this to be yours." I whimper, all the emotions from the last four years crash down upon me, the pain of unrequited love and the relief of knowing that it was mutual from the moment our eyes first met.
"Okay, just hold onto me sweetheart." He tells me as he slowly pulls back and thrusts forward again, he repeats this action over and over until I feel like my insides are liquid fire, everything burns with unadulterated pleasure.
"Oh god Elle, oh fuck… you feel so good, so fucking good!" He grunts, his lips attack my neck and shoulder. My hands grip his back and I can't help but rake my nails gently along the rippling, bunched muscles.
"Michael… I never, I never knew it would… feel like this. Please?" I moan a high-pitched keening noise and it causes a tortured grunt to escape his chest as his thrusts speed up. I feel like I am about to burst into flames.
"Yes love, that's it… oh you feel amazing, tight… so god damned tight, come on love, come! I can't hold on much longer… you feel too good and I can't stop myself!" He grits out, then kisses his way to my lips, his tongue explores my mouth as his hand makes its way to my clit, rubbing tight, wet circles above the place where we're joined as one. A few thrusts later fireworks explode behind my eyes and I am blinded with brilliant white light as pleasure courses through every one of my veins.
"Ugh… Michael!" I whimper as I clench around his erection. It feels so different with something inside me, like its so much more intense. I bite down on the bulging muscle that joins his neck and shoulder as my walls flutter around him, waves and waves of pleasure overtake every thought in my head.
"Yes, yes… come for me, come hard! Oh shit, fuck… fuck… FUCK!" He growls as he thrusts inside once more before I feel the warmth of his essence pour inside me. His head falls onto my shoulder, still holding the majority of his weight from me as we pant and try to catch our breath. After a few moments he pulls out of me as gently as he can, the sensation feels so foreign. He pulls my body with him as he rolls us over so that he is lying flat on his back and I am tucked into his side, with my head resting on his chest. I lay my arm across the rippled plane of his stomach and he holds me to him tightly before moving my hair away from my face and kisses my sweaty forehead. It feels like an age before he says anything and I begin to worry that he is regretting what we just did—my fears aren't allowed to stay for long though because he asks me what I was fearing myself.
"Are you okay, you… don't, you aren't regretting what we just did, are you?" He asks, his voice laced with worry and pain.
"No, never… I could never regret something as wonderful as what we just did. You made love to me Michael. I'll cherish that always, and I'm sure we'll repeat the performance many, many times." I giggle and a rumbling laugh vibrates through his chest as his fingertips run up and down my naked back.
"Yes we will. I love you, very much. I never want to be without you ever Elle. As soon as the divorce is finalized and I have custody of the kids… I want you to move in with me. I need you with me Elle." He whispers and I feel a blinding smile take over my face.
"You're awfully presumptuous Mr. Foster, who says I want to move in with you?" I ask with a grin as I rest my chin on his chest. He smirks down at me before twisting us back over so that he's on top of me and I squeal with a giggle as he growls into my ear.
"Oh I apologize for not phrasing my… demand correctly Ms. Baxter. How about if I ask you… will you please move in with me, will you be mine forever?" He asks as he rubs his nose up and down the length of mine.
"Yes, I'll move in with you as soon as everything is finalized. I will always be yours." I vow before his lips capture mine and soon we're lost to one and other once more.
Chapter Note: Well, what did you guys think? If you enjoyed it then I'll write more… let me know in the review box below. Ellie & Michael along with the Foster kids will still feature in Whole Again. I wrote half of this chapter a while ago, when I first mentioned the possibility of a one-shot featuring the Fosters. When I write Elle… it's not a typo, I just feel like I dunno, Michael would call her Elle.
Do leave a review… I will be finished School for the year on the 18th of June and will have waaay more writing time so yeah, more updates on both this and whole again (if you guys want updates on this) if you do, it will focus on the divorce as it goes through and how Ana and Ellie form a bond etc, etc. This story—if it turns into a full story or a mini story will run along side Whole Again, showing Ellie & Michaels interactions with the Grey's in their POV.