Here's a crazy lil drabble that popped into my head at 3 in the morning:P enjoys
i own not'ing! ;)
The sound of laughter woke him from a wonderful, Sara-filled dream.
Groggy and still half-asleep, Michael reached over to feel for said dream girl, and found her spot next to him in the bed empty.
More laughter and a light squeak pricked at his ears.
Female laughter.
Followed by the sound of Lincoln's own deep chuckles.
His head snapped up off the pillow.
What the hell was so funny at 7 o'clock in the morning?
Despite the heaviness in his limbs, caused by a rather exhausting and passionate night, curiosity got the better of him and he forced himself out from underneath the comforter.
Trudging lightly and quietly out of the bedroom of their current hidaway, his sensitive hearing was finally able to make out Sara and Lincoln's distinct voices.
"You're not holding it right, Sara."
Michale stopped and listened.
Holding what?
"Oh, like you're the foremost expert. I think I can handle this."
Handle what??
"I'm telling you…stop laughing, this is serious! You're not gripping hard enough."
Grip? Grip what? What was so funny and serious at the same time?
"I'm gripping it perfectly thank you. I know what I'm doing! Now let my hands go and let ME do this."
Lincoln was holding her hands….helping her…with….gripping what?!
His curiosity turned to a strange suspicion that he knew had to be ridiculous. But still….their conversation sounded so…
"Let me show you how to move it, okay? Hold on tight…both hands until you can get it right. Okay…ready…you sure? Yes!…. Like that!!"
Lincoln's excited expression pushed Michael to move forward…quickly.
Running into the kitchen, he opened his mouth and spoke before thinking.
"What the hell is going on in h--"
The image that he was met with shocked him at first…and then he could do nothing but laugh.
Sara stood in front of the stove, hands wrapped tightly around the handle of a skillet, Lincoln standing behind her to coach her movements.
The blueberry pancake that was in the process of being flipped fell onto the floor when he had entered.
Sara looked down at the mess, behind her to Lincoln, and then to her seemingly insane lover.
"What did you think we were doing? Now look what you've done…just when I was getting the hang of it."