Thanks again everyone for the reviews, you can't believe how much they mean to me.
Here's a Tony and Michelle "scene" that's WAY overdue. Hope you enjoy ;)
Wednesday Night
Tony waited for Michelle at terminal six, watching as people spilled out of the plane, wheeling carryon bags, turning on phones and PDAs, looking for a familiar face in the crowd. He waited further back, not liking the feeling of being pressed against strange people.
He recognized a familiar head of curls. It came down the ramp and into the waiting area. He moved forward, coming to meet her. People stood between them, he parted the way.
When they saw each other, they both gave smiles, of relief, of happiness, of love. She willingly fell into his embrace, his arms coming around and squeezing her to him.
"It's nice to have you home," he said into her hair.
"I'm glad to be home," she said, pulling back just enough to seal her lips over his. He welcomed the kiss and quickly deepened it, his hands burrowing deep within her hair.
"Let's get out of here," he said when they broke apart. She gladly agreed.
They talked about her trip on the drive home from LAX, his hand on her thigh as she gave him a detailed account of CTU NYC. She stopped and watched him drive, his face carefree and relaxed.
"I missed you so much," she said softly.
He turned his face to her and gave her an Almeida smile. "You can't even imagine how much I missed you."
They stopped at a red light and Michelle leaned in close to his ear, her breath playing across his cheek.
"I missed all of you," she said, kissing his neck, her hand drifting down his abdomen on a quest to find a long lost relic. He jumped a little and gave a pleasurable smile.
"Honey, let's wait till we get home, or else you're gonna to make me have a car accident," he said in a low guttural whisper. She smiled seductively, letting her hand slip away, the light changing green.
They rushed home, Tony going over the speed limit just a tad, taking the short way back to his apartment.
They arrived at Tony's building, leaving Michelle's bags in the car to be retrieved at a later time. They could barely keep their hands to themselves as they rode the elevator to the fifth floor. As soon as the doors opened wide enough for them to get out, they were making a blind dash to his door, tripping over their own excitement. It took him about a minute to get the door opened because his hands were shaking. Finally, after what seemed like an excruciating forever, the door swung open and Michelle flung herself into his arms, pushing him deep into the darkness. She closed the door with a backward kick.
They eagerly began to strip, shedding their clothes. Michelle slid off her wrinkled work blazer, at the same time ripping open the buttons of his shirt. They kept the lights off, moving closer to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes behind them.
Soon they were standing merely in their underwear, Tony displaying dark blue boxers and Michelle a dark bra and black panties that fitted the contours of her curves perfectly. He pressed her up against the wall, devouring the delicate flesh of her bare shoulder, her neck, her exposed chest. She wrapped herself tightly around him, her head thrown back; hear eyes looking at the shadowed ceiling, panting heavily. He released her from the wall and carried her to his bed and laid her down and crawled on top of her.
Once he was over her, he slowed down, taking his sweet time traveling down her body, slowly unclasping her bra, slowly peeling off her underwear. She sighed and moaned and gave sharp gasps when he touched a sensitive spot. He kissed her breasts, slid down her stomach, falling further and further south; her body arching beneath him. Dark curls fell across the pillow top, her lips slightly parted, eyes closed.
Tony returned to her, his lips finding hers in the dark. He waited until she was ready before he slid into her. Two sharp gasps filled the room, though there was only one being. They melted into one, pressing their sweaty bodies against one another, moving together threw a sea of Arabian cotton.
The dark was penetrated with the sounds of their passionate love making and their vows of love; the air electric with the friction they created, saturated with their lust.
Lindsey once again dreamt about him that night, unaware that he lay in another woman's arms. She ran all the things she knew about him through her mind. She pictured what his lips might taste like, what his hands would feel like against her nude skin. She curled her toes under her blankets, smothering herself in her pillows, drowning out the emptiness of her miniscule apartment. She fell asleep with the image of Tony Almeida playing across her closed eyelids.
