Hi guys, it's been a while. I hadn't been feeling very inspired to write until half an hour ago when it just hit me and I wrote this. Please excuse any errors and let me know what you think.

PS. I changed the rating of this fic. Rated M for adult situations and language.

- Nica

This is what you wanted, right?

She had done what he had suggested and banged Asher, he should be pleased about it, right? Over the moon that Michaela had Asher fascinated with her pussy so much so that he had calmed down significantly, right?

He thought he was alright with it but when he had walked into the bathroom of Annalise's house to Michaela on her knees; her slender hands gripping doucheface's hips so hard that she was leaving the normally pale skin red and her watery eyes looking up at doucheface's expression of ecstasy as she deepthroated the hell out of his cock, Connor's world spun. It was one thing knowing it was happening but another to bear witness to his friend's...activities.

A normal person would have slammed the door shut and pretended he didn't see anything but Connor stood in the doorway gaping. Michaela was the first to notice and she was unhurried to release doucheface's member; doing so with an audible 'pop'. When she got to her feet, she said something to doucheface because he spun away from the door with a "Fuck" and promptly stuffed himself back into his khakis.

Michaela exited the bathroom, wiping the corner of her mouth before giving Connor a smirk. Doucheface exited next, putting his hand on Connor's shoulder "Not cool man,"

He was perfectly fine with it, he rationalized, everyone deserved to get laid.

That is until the murder gang had been watching a scary movie over at Doucheface's apartment and a particularly gruesome scene came on; he reflexively reached for Michaela knowing she normally hid her face in his shoulder until the scene ended and was rewarded with an empty space. She had scooted around to burrow herself under Doucheface's arm and Connor watched a bit unbelievingly as Doucheface pressed a kiss to her head. He knows her hair smells like tropical fruit because she changed her shampoo a few months ago and there's a sinking feeling in his stomach because that's their thing; he'd tease her about being a little baby but still stroke her hair and enjoy the scent of her shampoo.

Connor grinds his teeth and snuggles into Oliver, determined not to watch the couple next to him anymore.

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"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous,"

"Excuse me?" Connor starts and spits his coffee back into his mug instead of swallowing the dark liquid.

"Of Asher and Michaela," Laurel replies easily, not looking away from her tablet.

"What? No. Why would I be?"

"Because I notice things Connor. Like before they started..." She makes a face of a mixture of confusion and disgust before looking at Connor "doing whatever it is they're doing, when Michaela was upset she'd turn to you or lean into you and you'd hug her or hold her hand and rub circles on the back of her hand. And you'd do this weird thing where when Michaela moved, especially when she was highly emotional, you'd move so you're never more than 10 paces from her. It always looks to me like she's the Earth and you're the moon revolving around her. But it seems like she has another satellite now and... the Earth doesn't really need another moon."

Connor scoffs, looking down at his coffee and scowling. Laurel gives him a little smile at his silence.

"You can't tell me that I'm wrong,"

"You are wrong about one thing," Connor says "She's more like the sun"

Laurel smirks at his retreating back.

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Connor's fever dreams were not the vivid colours of his childhood. They did not swirl in the colours of the rainbow, mixing and creating new vibrancies and forming parties behind his eyelids. His dreams were various shades of black and white, streaking through his mind and making his temples throb.

Various images of him as a kid; enjoying his mom's chicken noodle soup flashed by then a pock faced teenage version of himself getting his first car and losing his virginity in the backseat flashed through his mind. The images warped themselves leaving impressions of Michaela, seeing her on the first day of class to seeing her hair up for the first time and thinking that the delicate curve of her neck was pretty to seeing her with Asher and feeling disappointment tug at him relentlessly to fantasies of her long, dark legs wrapped around his waist and her nimble fingers running through his hair. The thought of leaving finger impressions on her thighs as he dipped his tongue inside of her has him gasping.

Connor's eyes open, dispelling the visions but an imprint is seared on his brain. He blinks rapidly, pushing the layers of sheets off his damp body and pushes his damp hair away from his face. His fever has broken but he feels weak and basically like shit.

"Oh, you're awake," Her voice comes as if his thoughts had conjured her. He subtly starts but regains composure and looks to the door. She was carrying a tray, steam wafted off the bowl.

"How do you feel?" He doesn't reply and she shrugs, putting down the tray and pressing her palm against his forehead.

She shrugs "Well your fever's gone but you probably still feel like you look,"

"Ouch," He chuckles weakly.

"I made you chicken noodle soup from scratch, my mom used to make it for me when I was sick and I used to make it from my little siblings when they were sick. Pratt tested and approved." She smiles at him, urging him to try to eat.

She keeps talking as he tries the soup and he's glad because he doesn't know much about her family, "My siblings are twins and until they were about 11, they were inseparable so they'd always get sick together. It was my sister, Aliana, who got back her appetite as soon as she was over her illness but my brother, Adrian, kicked up a fuss to eat. My parents were no non-sense so their disapproval face was enough to get him to eat but with me he was a nightmare because he knew I wasn't as tough on them as our parents so I had to perform miracles for him to eat, figuratively speaking. I used to make aeroplane, car, train or a ton of other sounds for him to eat. It worked until he was around 8 and from then on I had to work harder."

She smiles at him when she's done talking and he thanks her; it was delicious.

"Connor should be back in a few minutes so as long as you don't need anything else, I should get going."

He wants to stop her and tell her he needs her but he's not sure that will go over too well and besides from the looks of the sparkly highlighter across her cheekbones and the deep red dress she has on, she has plans tonight that do not involve her babysitting him.

He holds her hand for a few beats too long when she offers him it and she smiles at him, "Don't worry, Oliver should be here soon, he just texted. He's probably already in the building."

Michaela kisses his temple and slips away into the dark hallway. His heart hurts for some reason, that's why he pretends to be asleep when Oliver returns because he can't explain his tears or why Michaela dating Doucheface makes him feel like she's stabbing him in his chest.

This was what he wanted...right?

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