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Warnings: swearing.
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He told her he didn't dance, but he'd watch her. "Tommy that's just creepy."
"I like you sayin my name; sure you won't come home with me? …you'd be screaming it later!" He had her backed against a wall, arm out to block her. He was closing in and she pressed a warning hand to his chest. Marry-Ann had been right or at least this MMA fighter was ripped.
"Christ Tommy didn't you hear a word I said?" Michaela huffed, pulling her hand away quickly as if it had been burned.
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah I heard yah…enough liquor in yah you'll forget you're a good girl…"
She scoffed, knowing it might be true. She'd thought about it now and then. Getting smash drunk, going home with the first guy she'd met, but she'd promised Lucy she'd never take that road. If there was only one promise to keep it was her promise to Lucy. "Tommy…you're drunk or buzzed, high maybe? I don't think they let MMA guys do drugs, but what I do know is right now you are being a complete ass."
"God you're so uptight. You need a good lay"
"Right Tommy and you're going to give that to me?" She had her hand fisted in his shirt, pulling herself up of the wall and into his space. She gave an experimental sniff, masking it with an "Mmm", liquor was present not just beer. He must have snuck away for a shot or two, when she'd been dancing with her friends.
"Damn right!" He leaned closer, like he was about to kiss her and at the last second she pushed and dropped back to the wall.
"Blitzed out of your frackin skull… you've had hard liquor Tommy. I can smell it!"
"Just a couple a shots…"
"It was enough…I'm going to get you ice water"
He stopped her as she ducked through his cage as if it was no cage at all. Why hadn't she left earlier if he was being so rude? "Why do you care?" Tommy intoned, his beautiful eyes fixing her in a hard scrutinizing stare. Was he really worth all the trouble even if it was just an ice water? She knew nothing about him, the most they did know about each other was professions, tastes in coffee and preference of kinds of alcohol.
She returned the look, why did she care? It was back to the draw, the tether and the kindred spirit she felt when she was around him. She had no clue if her gut was right, but she saw the pain in his eyes and she was drawn like a moth to a flame. "Maybe I like you too…" Michaela replied softly and he let her go, watching in amusement as she weaseled her way through the throng of dancing bodies to the bar. "Drink…" she commanded, shoving the water in his hands before sipping at her own.
He took the water with a grumble and she glared, "I don't see what the big deal is…"
"You know what Tommy… ugh I don't care, don't drink it…have a nice life as a jerk and an ass!" Michaela blurted, turning on her heal as she was so good at doing.
"Fuck! Michaela what? Talk to me…" Tommy yelled as he grabbed her arm, spun her back to the wall and pinned her with both hands on the sides of her head. The words he'd yelled sounded ridiculous now, but he'd said them. He didn't talk, he didn't want to talk, he wanted to drag her to the bathroom and become another statistic if there were even statistics for that kind of thing.
"Rich coming from you. Mr. I don't know what a sentence is…!" Michaela spat, trying to shove him away, but he wouldn't budge. "Tommy please…"
"I aint lookin for a speech…why's this so important?" She looked up at him, pleading, pain and fear in her eyes. He dropped a hand then brought it up again to run the knuckles across her cheek and drop it again. There was still nowhere to go as the other arm remained in blocking position, he wanted to give her room to breathe, but he wasn't stupid. "Why Michaela?" Tommy pushed his tone commanding, but slightly softer.
"My…my family was killed by a drunk driver…" She informed her voice small. His other arm dropped like a dead weight, but she made no move to run. "Know what it's like to have a promise to keep, like it's the only thing getting you out of bed in the morning?"
"Yeah I do" Tommy replied, his eyes flashing and she believed him. He didn't elaborate and she didn't ask him to. This was only their second meeting; she hardly expected his life story. Farther down the road maybe, if they even made it that far.
"Let me keep mine" Michaela whispered and he stepped away, the pain in her voice cutting him like a knife. There was more to this story, he knew, but she hadn't pried so neither did he.
"Hey, my appointment is Monday." Tommy called and she turned to him with a nod and a smile, before leaving.
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She'd be seeing Tommy again today. The thought made her stomach churn like butterflies in a cyclone as she pulled her hair up and dusted on a bit of makeup. The shade on her lids bringing out her sky blue eyes. She didn't bother with mascara or much other than lip gloss. He was her patient for fracks sake, this wasn't even a date. She stopped trying to refute the attraction or figure out why it was even there. He was good looking, hell he was gorgeous, she liked him and he seemed to like her. At this point what else was there to know? Camille came to pick her up and as her horn gave a honk she was out the door, giant tote bag in hand.
A different woman had called him back, but it was Michaela's voice that stalled him when he took a step into the room. "Bah! Stop RIGHT there Mr. Conlon" He halted and she came flitting past with a spray bottle in hand, spraying down some sort of tray on an arm that had various hoses coming from it. "Just a bit…There! All set you can come in now"
He stepped in slowly and took a seat in the dental chair. She smiled and apologized for the outburst, but the practice had been busy and she'd been running a bit behind. "'s Ok" Tommy muttered, giving her an appreciative once over. Her top was blue, with butterflies, tighter with a fake wrap ribbon over her chest ending in an umpire waist. "Trying to look good for me sweetheart?" Tommy stated smoothly, noting how the top showed off her body more; that she was wearing makeup and her hair was up instead of down.
"Can't resist that Conlon charm" Michaela laughed as she walked up beside him. "Now just sit tight. I need to set up", She informed with playful tap on his nose and he snapped his jaws at her. She giggled quietly and left to get what she needed.
Oh yeah he had this in the bag, months feh! He'd have her in his bed in weeks, he thought with a smirk. This was kinda fun; he was starting to figure out what everyone meant about enjoying the chase. Usually the girls pursued him, it was frustrating at first, still kind of was, but now he had something else to work for and he liked the added distraction. He could hear her setting up behind him and then beside him, humming quietly to herself. "Whatcha singin?"
"Oh um sorry was I bugging you?" Michaela blushed; she hadn't even really realized she'd been doing it. He shook his head and asked her again, making her blush further. "Um the band is called Skillet…heard of them?" He shook his head and she clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…What do you do with your time?"
"Train, train and more training…I was off my regimen for a while, had a lot to make up for…" Tommy answered; a light in his eyes as he talked about training.
It was the most she'd heard from him and he'd answered easily. She made a mental note to ask him more questions about MMA fighting and the training it required. Suddenly something hit her and she steeled herself for a possibly huge and humiliating let down. The way he'd acted in the bar told her otherwise though and she risked it. "Say before this starts and you want to talk even less than you already do. Um…" She started, stalling when he gave her his full attention and an expectant stare. "Uh would you want to come to my place Friday?" He raised his eyebrows and was about to reply when she added, "One of my favorite shows has a marathon on… we play a drinking game…things get crazy."
"We?"
"Oh um Camille and her boyfriend Daniel will be there…if…if that's a problem…" He didn't answer right away and she backpedalled. "It's ok forget it, stupid of me to ask…"
"What time?"
"Oh um 7?" Michaela chirped, the muscles in her chest relaxing.
"Ok"
"Yeah?" Michaela asked. He nodded and couldn't help smirking at her smile…to easy… "Great um here is my address. If you want something specific to drink, bring it otherwise I have it covered." He nodded, taking the paper she handed him with a smile. His hand brushed hers as he took it, but the moment was broken as Dr. Riley walked in and Michaela snapped into action.
"Alright Mr. Conlon lets go to war!"
Thoughts? Review Review Review, they make my heart happy ^_^ So yes I have been listening to a ridiculous amount of Skillet lately and If you know my writing, I LOVE music! So Tommy will be getting a Skillet induction next chapter... He won't like fall head over heals, but I think he can appreciate that they rock out and she's not forcing him to listen to Beiber or something lol. I hope to update as often as I can. Reviews fuel the fire, so let me have it!
