Cole kicked his feet, the silky soft chubby skin patting against the plastic of the changing mat playfully. Michael's face twisted and he frowned when Cole's foot slipped from his grasp, making a low grumble noise in his throat. Cole's pulled his feet up and pushed them out hurriedly, a frustrated puffing noise escaping his tiny chest as he expressed the air from his lungs.
"You have to wear socks to uncle Linc's," Michael told Cole in a light tone, his deep echoing voice higher in pitch than normal. The baby squirmed and chewed on a balled fist with his gums, his dark little eyebrows rising on his face when he moaned against his hand. Michael smiled at his antics. "Yes you do!" he mocked; baby talk blurting from his grin as he slid Cole's foot into the offending sock.
The baby boy pulled his soggy hand from his mouth and shook it in the air. Clear, frothy spittle dribbled from his chin and ran down his smooth neck to pool on the tiniest patch of bare chest he had exposed. Michael sighed and dropped his flat palms to his bent knees with a slapping noise against the taught material of his jeans. His feet were tucked under him, his sneakers pressed against the spongy laminate flooring where his ankles creaked when he moved.
Michael picked up Cole's nearby towel, a tiny clown motif etched onto the bottom next to his name in fancy blue italics. He pressed the fabric to Cole's skin, dabbing up the thick moisture and then wiped up his chin and around his gargling mouth. Cole opened his mouth wide when his father brushed the towel past his lips, eager taste the object in his mouth.
"You can't eat that silly," Michael giggled, pulling the towel away from him once more and rubbing his large hand over his son's tiny cotton clad belly. Cole had been dressed for his overnight stay with Lincoln in some miniature black pants and two layered long sleeved t-shirt. The top layer was white with and orange print of a small lion cub on I and the sleeves were a burnt orange colour. Michael slid his hands under Cole and with an exaggerated sigh of effort, lifted him from the white mat.
The baby lifted his head shakily when Michael laid him against his shoulder with a large hand pressed to his back and his tattooed arm resting under his behind. Cole's diaper rustled as Michael held him and he pushed himself to his feet with a grunt and making his way to the nearby kitchen counter. Resting on the white tiled surface as a navy blue zip up shoulder bag with a plastic white lining. Cole's overnight bag had been fully sto0cked with diapers, spare clothes, pre prepared milk formula and some of Sara's breast milk in clearly labelled bottles.
"Did we forget anything?" Michael asked Cole, turning his tiny tired body to face the bag. His bottom lip stuck out and his penetrating eyes blinked in the bright kitchen lighting that spilled over the reflective tiles. Michael shifted the babe in his arms once again, holding his weightless body above the bag so he could see into his eyes. Cole's eyes focused on his father slowly and Michael frowned a little, cocking his head to the side. "Huh," he exclaimed, turning and walking towards their bedroom with Cole dangling from his powerful grip.
With two tiny taps on the en suites bathroom door, Michael caught Sara's attention. Her hair flicked water onto the shower door when she spun around, the balls of her feet pressing against the circular ridges on the shower floor. When the bathroom door did not open immediately, Sara pressed her hand to the condensation on the glass door and wiped it side to wide, exposing the bathroom to her view.
"Sara?" Michael called, rapping on the wood lightly once more. Air was sucked into the cubicle when Sara pushed it open, the glass rattling in the frame when the magnet holding it closed was pushed from the frame. She stepped out onto the tiled floor, water dripping from her body and a rush of steam following her into the cooler room. Sara grabbed a fluffy white towel from the chrome rail opposite the shower and wrapped it around her body quickly.
"What? What's wrong?" Sara asked flurried. The door had been wrenched open hard and Sara's stood with her hand rested on the chrome knob. Her eyes were wide and her breath panicked as her eyes darted over her baby boy, pressed lovingly to his father's chest. Her hair was darkened by the shower and stuck to her bare shoulders, tiny wisps of steam escaping from the fibres.
"Check this out," Michael smiled, immediately calming her hypersensitivity. Michael held Cole up so that his face was in line with Sara's and he shuffled his body around so he was pressed against the doorframe. He dipped his head low and wiggled his fingers under his son's armpits, tickling the small boy awake. Cole's mouth grew crooked and a minute groan left his mouth when his eyes fluttered open. "You see that?" Michael prodded, fascinated by what he was seeing.
Sara squinted, pressing her face closer to Cole. "He has two different coloured eyes," she stated surprised, blinking a few times to refocus her eyes. As his eyes blinked open wide, Sara clearly made out the distinction. One of Cole's eyes was a grey blue, just like his father's, while the second was a mixture of hues, predominantly hazel with some blue flecking. A smile beamed across Michael's features as he nodded. "Wow," Sara said, her mouth hanging ajar with shock.
"That's' cool," Michael laughed, reclaiming his son in his arms and taking his smooth hand in his. Sara looked at Michael for a second before a smile burst across her own face and she rubbed a wrinkled fingertip down Cole's arm. The steam stopped evaporating from Sara's hair and skin and the hairs all over her body prickled from the cold.
"You should get him to Lincoln's," Sara told Michael, dipping her head to press and soft kiss to Cole's forehead. The baby shifted, agitated by the sudden interruption from his slumber. Michael caught her lips as they flew past his face, leaning awkwardly into the bathroom over his son.
"You're right," Michael glanced at the watch on his wrist, after letting his lips leave hers. "I'll try not to be long," he promised. Sara gave him a sweet smile before gently cupping his face in her warmed hands and pressing her lips to his softly. Their lips barely brushed but Michael's skin came to life, buzzing with the electricity from Sara's touch. Sara pulled their faces apart and Michael's eyes flickered open as he inhaled hard through gritted teeth.
Sara's quirked brow accompanied her wicked grin as she slid back into the bathroom to finish her shower. Michael laughed to himself, a chuckle of premature contention for what was to come of the evening. "I'll definitely be as quick as I can," he called through the door while he moved around to his side of the bed silently. Michael crouched down, Cole clutched to his dark blue t-shirt while he fished under the end of the cascading sheet.
Michael pulled a long, square red box from under the bed and flopped the weightless gift to the bed sheets. With a final smirk and a glance at the bathroom where the sound of running water had resumed, Michael made his way to Lincoln's.
"And the bottles are labelled," Michael blurted back at Lincoln as he made his way back don the concrete steps of his apartment. Lincoln smiled and made a face at his nephew. "Oh," Michael turned quickly again, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed in thought. "He has a teddy in the bag and he likes it when…"
"Michael," Lincoln cut him off and Michael's face met his, frozen mid sentence. "We'll be fine," he comforted with a smile. "I've been here before, remember?" Lincoln smirked as LJ shuffled past behind him waving a lazy hand over his father's head to his uncle at the bottom of the steps. Michael sighed a relieved breath and his body ached to be home.
Lincoln winked and nodded towards Michael's car that was parked on the street outside his apartment. The light silver sedan was executive, with a fine leather interior and wood effect panelling. On the rear seat was two oblong shaped indents where Cole's car seat had sat before it made it's way to Lincoln's heavy hands. Michael slammed his car door shut and inhaled hard, the prospect of finding Sara in his gift when he got home too tempting to pass up on a daydream. He gripped at the wheel nervously, like a virginal schoolboy about to pick up his date before turning the key in the ignition and heading home.
The apartment was as Michael had left it. There was absolutely no signs that Sara had left the bedroom since he left, which he concluded to be a good sign she had found her gift. Michael's keys jingled in his hand while his eyes scanned the room. It was unchanged, the white plastic changing mat still sitting on the wooden flooring by the coffee table and only the faint buzz from the refrigerator filling the air.
Michael rested his keys to the counter, shooting a glance down the hall towards their bedroom door that was open a crack. No movement came from the open door that hung invitingly on its frame, teasing Michael with the prospect of what was inside. He knelt and untied his sneakers, pulling them off roughly and leaving them in a crooked heap by the door. His two socks soon followed, finding their way into the empty washing machine with a click from the door as it opened. The tiniest traces of vanilla scented the air and Michael felt his heart pounding in his chest, the anticipation of breaking their celibacy explosive.
"So…" Sara's beautifully seductive voice echoed through the silence making Michael stand bolt upright and spin on his heels to face her at the kitchen entrance. He inhaled hard and fast, her image before him even more spectacular then he had imagined taking his breath from him. She had found his gift, a vibrant red sheer robe that was rimmed with black silk and hid nothing from his hungry gaze.
Sara toyed with the shiny black tie, pulling at the knot and letting the garment fall open to his roaming eyes. "Is this my birthday…" Sara purred taking two long legged strides towards him, her smooth, milky legs sliding against each other as she stalked him. Michael's entire body shook and he gulped hard, his mouth falling open and his chest heaving with shallow pants. Sara pushed her shoulders back as she walked and the transparent robe fell to the floor without a sound.
Underneath Sara wore a red lace bra that embellished her cleavage and a matching g-string that gripped at her unblemished skin. As she swayed towards him, Sara scrapped a hand across the top of her bosom and Michael followed her hand with wide, expectant eyes. He was frozen to the spot, his bare feet sweating on the linoleum floor and his hands itching at his sides. Sara reached him and their eyes met, combustion of passion and excitement lighting both sets of orbs. Sara pressed a soft, flat palm to Michael's chest and he gasped at the contact, adrenaline surging through his being and his straining erection pressing into his boxers uncomfortably.
Sara offered him a coy smile and titled her head so their lips were millimetres apart Michael's breath brushed her lips and Sara licked her lips nervously before she spoke. "…or is this yours?" she whispered, her eyes flickering between Michael's darkened blue hues and his poised lips. Michael moved his shaking hand to skim the electrifying skin of Sara's lower back while his eyes darted to her rosy nipples that peaked under the revealing lace.
"I have to stop buying you stuff like this," Michael chuckled to himself while his other hand found Sara's face and brushed some slightly loose curls behind her ear. Sara gave him a quizzical look, her mouth twisting into a crooked smile and the soft skin behind her ears sparking to life under Michael's touch. The feel of his hand on the sensitive area sent a ripple of want through her and her nipples tightened against the lace bra.
"Why?" She breathed while her hands tugged at the cotton t-shirt that kept Michael's artistic skin from her view. Sara slid her hands underneath it and smoothed her fingertips over Michael's chest, watching with joy when Michael's eyes fluttered closed and his jaw clenched.
"Because…" Michael choked out in a deep, velvety voice full of desperation. He took a step back from her and ripped his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor beside them. "…when you do stuff like this…" Michael reclaimed his space before her and Sara snaked her hands behind his head, pressing herself to his skin and tickling at the soft hair on the base of his neck.
"Like this?" She breathed against his ear, her hot sigh leaving his ear moist and shivery. Michael's jaw line tensed when she pressed her lips to his ear lobe and proceeded to plant her sweet kisses along his jaw. Michael's head tipped backwards and Sara smiled against his clean-shaven skin.
"Yes, like that," Michael hissed when her lips moved down his neck and sucked at the tattoo that threatened to dissolve from his sizzling skin. Sara halted, pulling her lips from Michael's skin and their eyes met again. Sara gave him a wicked smile as he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing upwards in his throat. "What was I saying?" Michael teased with a smirk.
"You have to stop buying me stuff like this," Sara prompted, trailing her slightly curled fingers over her bosom and exciting her hardened nipples even more. The rosy flesh ached against its lacy prison, yearning to me free and under Michael's assault.
"Yeah," Michael said with realisation, never taking his eyes from her busy hand on her crowded bra. "It's expensive to replace when I tear it from your hot, naked body," he growled, his almost blackened eyes meeting hers half open with infatuation as he stepped forward and backed Sara into the refrigerator door. Sara gasped when the cool painted metallic surface hit her searing skin but it was captured by Michael's mouth when his barrier of self-control broke and he needed to taste her.
Sara's hands gripped at Michael's face, never letting it leave hers as their mouths devoured each other. Michael's tongue darted from his mouth and licked along Sara's lips, enticing them to part and let it in. At almost the same time, Sara's eager tongue darted out of her hot mouth and inched its way into Michael's mouth, flicking over every surface and ridge. Michael tasted divine and the kiss was full of urgency like they had not touched each other for so long.
Michael trailed his hands down the smooth skin of Sara's sides and gripped his powerful hands into her sculpted behind. Sara wrenched her mouth from Michael's and panted hard as she gripped at his shoulders and laid her forehead against his. With a grunt of exertion, Michael lifted Sara off the floor and she wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist, locking her feet together with a giggle of exhilaration. The refrigerator wobbled under their weight pressed against it and a quick smile graced Michael's face before he recaptured her lips with his.
Sara's hands slid down Michael's indigo stained chest and met his jeans, her delicate fingers popping the button through its hole with ease. As her hands brushed his crotch, Michael shuddered, the tiniest contact through two layers of fabric hardening his member even further. Michael's hands slid up behind Sara's back and pulled her from the fridge. Her hair bobbed on her shoulders and Michael's nimble fingers quickly snapped open her bra and freed her tender breasts.
With uneven steps Michael walked them from the kitchen, his muscular biceps rippling and tensing from carrying Sara. Her lips left his mouth and kissed their way down his throat, his concentration severely compromised as he tried to focus on his goal; their bedroom. Sara's wiggled from the red lacy material hanging loose on her arms and discarded it to the floor as they walked.
Michael's bare foot connected with their bedroom door and it flew open, springing shut behind them when he hurried them through the door. Michael's jeans constricted across his member and the sensations caused by walking were getting increasingly painful. Unexpectedly he dropped to his knees a few feet from the bed and fell forward on top of Sara who let out a small scream.
"Are you ok?" Michael asked through pants, his hands busily brushing the dishevelled auburn locks from Sara's face exposing a grin. Her half closed eyes met his and she smiled and rested a feathery grip to his bulging bicep that propped up his weight.
"This is new," she giggled, stroking lazy shapes on his patterned skin and trailing her warm hands down to his open jeans. Sliding a hand inside she brushed his straining erection briefly before Michael's hand darted out to stop her with a trembling distain. Michael let out a laugh, blowing air onto Sara's shoulder when he dipped his blushing face to her naked skin.
Michael lifted his head and met her eyes once more, their collective laughter vibrating through both of them. "You're not suddenly scared of me are you?" Sara joked, rolling her head backwards so she could see their goal, the bed, so close yet so far.
Michael followed her gaze. She was right, the bed was so close but he didn't think he could make it one more step. "Sara, we haven't had sex for…" he paused, his features contorting with thought.
"Eight weeks," Sara told him and he shot her a glance of astonishment.
"Wow, eight weeks? Really?" he laughed and Sara laughed with him. "It's just…" Michael began and his cheeks flushed with red once again. "I can't get to the bed without…" Michael glanced down between their bodies, his eyes lingering on her pert breast and flattened stomach. Sara's eyes followed his and rested on his slightly open jeans that he was arched away from in discomfort. "…you know," he told her on a sigh, his hand raising her wrist above her head and leaving it there.
Sara bit her bottom lip and cupped Michael's face in her free hand. Michael's eyes were shaken to meet her and he gulped, the excessive salivation he had acquired whilst taking in her half naked form disappearing down his throat. "Then we'll have to do it here," she whispered suggestively. "Take off your clothes," she instructed him quietly, her voice barely above a murmur.
Michael sprang to his feet and shook as he unzipped his fly with gritted teeth and pushed his jeans and boxers down his quaking legs where he steps from them and kicked them sideways. Sara watched his hasty disrobing with glee, her legs twitching and her feet tracing up and down her legs where she writhed on the luxurious carpet fibres.
Sara's eyes roamed Michael's naked form, her hazel pools loitering over his member as it sprang back against his body and twitched in the cool air of the room. Michael crouched once again and crawled up over Sara's body, her skin prickling with warmth when his body heated hers while it hovered inches above it. Their skins barely touched but Sara felt aroused and she clenched her thighs together, restricting the flow of her juices onto the tiny scrap of material covering her mound.
"Let's just take it slow," Sara said with a more serious tone and Michael nodded. When their lips met again, Sara relaxed into Michael's embrace, a low hum of content escaping her lips and her hands busying themselves on his head. Her fingertips brushed over the soft shaven skull, pulling Michael's mouth into hers as their tongues duelled languidly, each lingering on the other with wanton thrusts.
Michael's bulk pressed Sara into the thick fluffy carpet while his hands slid down her curved sides. He looped his fingers through the single string of her underwear waistband and pulled them down as far as his arms would reach. Michael slid his lips from Sara's and trailed wet kisses along her face and down her neck. Leaving her aching breast yearning for his mouth, Michael kissed down the centre of her hill like mounds, dipping his tongue into her navel before pausing above her lightly haired pubic region.
Small beads of sweat began to form on Sara's forehead and moans of gratification fled her maw. Michael's head snapped up to take in her appearance and a smile crept across his face when he saw her head lolled to one side; her mouth hanging open and soft sighs escaping her body. Her eyes were pressed closed but twitched under her eyelids, eagerly awaiting his touch. She had missed this and so had he.
With one final action, he yanked down the tiny scrap of material covering her dignity and discarded it worthlessly to the floor beside them. Michael plunged his face to her inner thigh, gripping it to his cheek with a powerful hand while he ran his tongue up the inside of the silky skin. Sara's spine tingled and she inhaled sharply when Michael parted her labia gently with two thumb pads and puffed hot air onto her clitoris.
"Michael…" she breathed into the room, her fingers digging into the carpet above her head. Michael grinned to himself at the sound of his name on Sara's lips. He flattened his palms to her thighs and gently spread her legs apart, closing his scorching mouth over the pink flesh and sucking gently. He paused briefly to hear his name sang once more.
"You like that?" He asked huskily before flicking his tongue out onto the spasming muscle once more. A shrill escaped Sara's throat and her eyes peeled open to watch his talented tongue work her even harder. Michael's tongue slid lower, dipped its blunt point into her core, tasting her nectar in his mouth. He hadn't tasted her for the longest time; he had forgotten how spectacular she tasted and how hard it made him.
"Oh Michael don't stop…" Sara panted on ragged breath. Michael delved his smooth tongue in and out of Sara with abandon, pushing her to the edge of her reason, to the edge of her will. Her breathing increase and her bare bosom heaved up and down into the air warmed by their labouring breathes. Just as Sara's voice grew shriller and her breaths became close together, almost stopping her breathing all together, Michael stopped and peered up at her from her dripping core.
A dissatisfied grumble came from Sara as Michael sat back on his feet and scrambled for his jeans. Twisting them in his hands he poked his fingers into a back pocket and retrieved a foiled packet. Sara's heavy lidded gaze met his and he smirked at her, tearing into the packet with his teeth. Sara's body jiggled on the soft furnished floor when she chuckled at his display.
"What?" Michael smirked, briefly glancing at himself as he sheathed his member with the latex protection.
"You have a condom in your back pocket," She told him with a grin. Michael crawled back over her body and stared into her eyes, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath. Michael reached between them and rested his sensitive tip to Sara's folds, a tremor of excitement rushing her body.
"I never thought we'd make it to the bedroom," he admitted comically. "And I don't think Cole needs a sibling just yet." Sara's giggled but her cry of laughter tuned to a groan of shuddering pleasure when Michael pushed into her centre. Her back arched against him and she winced slightly making Michael halt immediately. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" he asked concerned, his body tensed as Sara's already animated muscles tightened around his member.
Sara nodded and rested a palm to his flushed cheek. "It's just a little painful," she admitted and then her mouth turned up into a depraved smile. "Be gentle with me," she pouted shyly. Michael leant forward and pressed his moist lips to Sara's, his hips tilting upwards and burying him to the hilt inside her. Sara's eyes squeezed together and a soft groan came from her mouth. As Michael withdrew slowly, and entered her again, it turned into a soft moan of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Sara," Michael growled when their lips parted. Sara angled her hips to meet his gentle thrusts her painfully erotic abyss taking him in further each time. Michael's jaw clenched as he pushed into her again, then relaxed as he withdrew, his threshold for his orgasm wearing thin. Sara's eyes met his, the turbulent mixture of hues echoing words neither could say as Sara's muscles constricted around Michael and they came together.
Sweat slicked their bodies and Michael's hot breath condensed on Sara's shoulder where he laid his head. Sara's arms wrapped around Michael, a delicate hand smoothing the hair on his neck, easing him down from his explosive ecstasy. Michael lifted his head and Sara gave him a sweet smile leaning off the floor to brush his lips with hers.
"Well worth the wait," she purred, stroking the wispy hair behind his ear.
"I have one more surprise," Michael admitted and Sara cocked her head with query. Michael rose to his feet on barely stable legs and offered his hand to Sara. She took it willingly, eager for a second dose of surprise and was pulled to her feet. "This way," Michael told her secretively, leading her around the edge of their bed.
On his way past he grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around Sara's shoulders, shielding her cooling body from the room. He leant sideways and wrapped two fingers around the round wooden handle to his bedside table and pulled open the draw. His hand dived inside and Sara heard a scuttling noise before his paw emerged again with a small black velveteen box. Sara's heart skipped a beat prematurely and her face erupted in a smile.
"I know I have already done this," he told her, stepping closer to her and covering his own naked form with half of the blanket. Sara gripped the edges of the blanket together, the heavy dark red covering leaving them locked together in between it. Sara's body tingled as he spoke, her eyes fixated on his hands as they prised the tiny box open.
"But I wanted to do it properly," he said nervously, a little ashamed of his first attempt. Sara's head lifted and her hazel orbs met his blue pools and her wide grin softened his heart and eased his nerves. The lid of the box clicked open and caught her attention. Sara dropped her gaze once more and a thin gold band with three delicately placed diamonds glittering in the low-lit room. A line of four small sky blue stones separated each diamond and Sara spied an inscription under the band.
A small gasp left Sara's throat as she inhaled and her wide eyes met Michael's once more. He gulped, his heart pounding so fast in his chest he could hear it in his ears. "Sara Tancredi," he began and her eyes welled up with burning tears of joy. "Will you marry me?" he blinked, his voice cracking slightly at his words.
Sara gulped a lump of tears down her own throat and smiled a shaky smile. "Yes," she beamed and quickly wiped her eyes.
"Yes?" Michael laughed, unable to hide his own excitement and the sheer emotion of the situation catching up to him.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, dropped the edges of the blanket where it slid from their bodies, and launched herself into Michael's ink stained arms for a crushing hug and ravenous kiss.