I slowly nuzzled my head into Michael's neck. The sunlight was slightly streaming onto our faces. I inhaled deeply, taking in his sweet intoxicating scent. Every since I thought I'd never get to see him again, I had stopped taking these sweet little moments for granted. Next time, one of us could actually die. It could be an accident, or slipping about what we tell someone.
A slight moan escaped his lips as I drew my hand down his arm, a grin crossed my lips as I moved the blankets over us a bit more. I slipped my fingers through his hair, bringing his head close to mine. His lips were barely an inch from mine, as we shared an intense look. My breathing got more rapid, he wasn't even doing anything sexual to me and yet I was feeling very aroused.
Michael had me feeling thing I hadn't experienced before. Probably because he was my first love, and hopefully my last too. He was so gentle in his every move against me and my body, as I was to his.
I saw a grin cross his face before he kissed me, slowly and passionate. I placed my hand on his cheek as he caressed my body. A moan escaped my lips as he slid down his hand the side of my stomach. His lips traced my jawline, I closed my eyes and let him please me. My hand went down his chest and stomach, to his boxers. I grabbed them with a grin on my face, already feeling a part of him being very awake and hard.
His hands went down to my back as he unbuttoned my bra. I grinned as he slid his index finger over my nipples, a louder moan escaping my lips. I grabbed his head, pulling it to mine and kissing him wildly. He responded with more passion in the kiss, as I rolled us over.
Now I was on top, in charge. I kissed him deeper as our tongues met, sliding my hand down his hard part, slowly stroking it. He moaned as his kiss got rougher. I let go off him, as he slid into me. A loud moan came from me as we rolled over again, Michael on top of me this time. He put his hand over my mouth, making sure that no one heard us. I grinned.
He throbbed inside of me hard, as he tried his hardest not to moan out loud. I clawed at his back hard, as his lips went down my neck to my boobs. I moaned loudly into his hand, as I felt his breathe starting to get heavier and more strained.
Just a few seconds after, I felt him starting to quiver as he orgasmed. Just a few seconds later, I felt myself starting to cramp. A loud moan escaped my lips as my eyes started to fade. My entire body started to shiver all of my worry, anxiety and sadness flooded away for a few minutes of what felt like heaven.
I quickly slide on one of my extra shirts as I hear someone open the door. Michael and I had spent so many hours together since he came back yesterday. Not sure if anyone but me knows he's back. Yes, it was that much time.
Lechero, Whistler and Alex comes and joins us. Water collects in my eyes as I see Alex. I hadn't seen him for days, ever since he left. To see that he was fine, meant a lot to me.
"Lily?" Alex asks. I nod as I throw my arms around his neck, "I thought you were dead."
"That's the plan, people should believe that I'm dead," I cry into him. He hugs me tightly into him as I let out a happy sigh. Not long after that, we get away from each other and all of us go to the place we're meant to sneak out from.
"I thought we couldn't dig through this stuff," Alex says.
"The support brace is gonna be tricky, unless the tunnel gets the proper support, it's all gonna come down on our heads," Michael sighs, "We should have the material for the braces, but we need a saw to cut them to size and a hammer. Can you help us out?"
I lean against the wall and holds one hand over my stomach, as Lechero nods. "Yeah, I can do that," Lechero says assuringly.
"Two days," Michael says as he examines the little, or not that little, hole we've created in the roof.
"And if not?" Alex says, trying to focus. I can see it in his eyes, he's not completely in this universe.
"Two days," Michael says again, trying to convince himself, me and the others. I took his word for it and put my trust in him. Two days.
"Until Lechero gets back, we should start looking for piece's that are 4 feet at length," Michael says taking up a wooden piece. I stand up and wipes away the dirt from me. I walk up to the pile of wooden pieces.
"Just so you know," I say sighing, "I suck at math. I don't know 4 feet."
Suddenly we all hear footsteps outside the door, my face turns into a frightened look as both Michael and Alex comes up and stands in front of me. Michael grabs me softly by the shoulders and holds me against the wall, a finger over his lips.
"We should have done this position," I whisper with a grin as I feel one part of Michael being extra happy over my comment. My grins grows wider as we all stand there, completely quiet.
Then, after a few seconds, we hear bottles making clicking noises and footsteps leaving. We all let out a sigh of relief as Michael lets me go and picks up another wooden piece. Michael starts to look for screws that are buried beneath all of the wood.
Alex and Whistler hold up the brace as sands sips through the holes. Alex is plain red in his face, as he obviously has a hard time holding up the brace. I lean against the wall, carefully watching them all.
The hours had passed by extremely fast today. I couldn't tell if it was 9am or 9pm, because there was no clock down here and neither could I see weather the sky was dark or not. No windows. It made me lightly claustrophobic, but it wasn't too bad. The hope of getting out of here as soon as possible was much greater. My love for Michael was ten thousand times more greater than anything on this earth.
"Come on, Alex" Whistler tells him, "Hold it still."
"I need a little help here," Alex says a bit too loud, but Michael sweeps away the rest of the dirt to find the last screws. He quickly grabs them and goes behind Alex and Whistler and stands up, putting the screws in their place. Sand still sipped through the holes, and it was obviously not gonna last for long. I groan as my mind started to work at hyper speed.
I didn't wanna risk my life, let alone Michael's. I was fine with me dying if that was what it came to eventually, but Michael dying? No way. I was absolutely 100 percent not ok with that. If necessary, at any point in my life, weather I was 18 or 81, I'd trade my life for his without hesitation. Because that was how much he meant to me. That was how much I loved him.
"I've got it, step aside," Michael tells Whistler. I grip my thigh as my nails slightly breaks the skin. Seeing my beloved under something that was most likely gonna come crash and burn down over our heads soon, made me scared. So scared I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a second or two.
"That little piece of metal is gonna hold all of this weight?" Whistler asks, obviously sharing my point of view and insecurity.
"Alright, let go," Michael says putting in the last screw. He turns his head to Alex who is scared. He inhales deeply as he slowly, but hesitantly, takes his hands off the brace. I hold my breath in, scared of what will happened. Or what might happen. Michael lets go off the brace as well, as soon as Alex has and jumped down to the floor. Some more sand sips through and it comes over Michael, who quickly brushes it off.
"How many more are we gonna need before we get to the top?" Alex says inbetween his inhales. He has quite the hard time to focus, and right now he isn't quite focusing on his breathing.
"Twenty, maybe," Michael replies as he inspects the brace before jumping down to the floor as well. I let my breath out and it comes out as a loud sigh.
"That will take us to no man's land. Then what?" Whistler says.
"A helicopter would be nice," Michael says sarcastically, even though I knew he meant it. I pulled up my knees against my chest.
"Hey," Whistler says stopping Michael who has started to walk up to me, "I was supposed to kill you."
"Oh, so you're not a fisherman?" Michael asks with a slight grin on his face.
"They threatened to come after my family if I didn't kill you and jump on that helicopter," Whistler states clearly through gritted teeth, "But I didn't."
"I'm so grateful, what happened to your family?" Michael says. He is clearly getting pissed off, but he has a very good tendency to not show it in his face. I could clearly feel it though. It was a strong, pure rage.
"I don't know," Whistler replies, "Maybe I'll find out if we ever get out of here."
"Well," Alex comes up and joins us again sighing, "It's a crazy world, isn't it? We all agree on that. And we have a lot of work to do."
Alex holds up another wooden piece as he hands it over to Michael. Michael grabs it as he exchange a look with Whistler before taking off.
"Where the hell is Lechero?" I hear Alex ask himself.
"We need that saw," Alex says as we all pick up wooden pieces. Some of them are attached to the floor, which makes it harder for me. The guys, however, looks like what they're doing is a piece of cake. I groan, pulling another piece from the floor.
"You know, I am a fisherman," Whistler says, trying to defend himself, two thousand hours later, "I am."
We all stop picking up pieces, and Alex let's out a sigh. I stare at Whistler, as I see him trying to cook up some story. "I'm just maybe a little more connected than I let on," He continues saying.
"I think this is gonna work," Michael says, switching back to the original subject. Alex and I nod in tune, as Alex holds up another wooden piece.
"You know, I, I've run charters, just like I said, I have for years. Then one day, that brunette, Gretchen, she asked if I wanted to be exclusive to her cooperation . And, uh, well, with the money she was offering, I had a pretty good idea she wasn't just trolling for samp."
"So you two have history?" Michael asks Whistler, as he throws down the wooden piece he was holding onto the floor.
"Yeah, and she's been an absolute nightmare of my life," Whistler says with a loud breath, "Ever since that first job."
"Alex," Michael says, walking past Whistler, "I need a wedge."
"Look," Whistler says as he quickly turns around to me, Alex and Michael, "I took them where they wanted me to take them. I have to figure out these coordinates, so I can take them back there."
"Quit embarrassing yourself," I say as I stand next to Michael. Both he and I look at Whistler, and Alex isn't far behind us, looking at him too.
"What?" Whistler asks, clearly confused by my previous statement.
"We're not two chicks in a bar you're trying to pick up," I say turning to Michael, "Unless you need to hear this?"
He shakes his head and says no, so I walk up to Whistler before continuing, "You work for The Company. When you break out of here, you're gonna do whatever The Company asks you to."
"Yeah well, they're using me just like they're using you," Whistler replies. Michael and Alex walk up and grabs a few more wooden pieces.
"Yeah, I'm glad you shared that with me," I say sarcastically, "Now let's go back to work, how does that sound?"
Alex holds out a wooden piece to Whistler, and he slowly grabs it.
"The rest of those pieces are no good," Alex tells Michael, "We're gonna need those tools, Michael."
"I guess we'll just have to wait," Michael says, putting up the wooden pieces into the hole, "That book of yours. It's just a bunch of coordinates, am I right?"
"Among other things," Whistler replies, scouring through the pages in his book. Michael jumps down from the hole and walks up to Whistler, reaching his hand out to him.
"So you wouldn't mind?" Michael asks. Whistler shakes his head and gives Michael the book.
"It's just a bunch of numbers and dates," Whistler says as Michael starts to go through the book.
"Gate," Michael asks, a slight confused look on his face.
"Gate Netting Company," Whistler replies clearly, "That's where I rented my tools."
"Stampede," Michael asks again, interrogating him.
"That's my buddy's coracle," Whistler says. I groan.
"And this is important to us, how?" Alex replies.
"It's important because I'm being accused of being someone I'm not. And I don't want Scofield ditching me when it's time to leave," Whistler snaps at him.
"He's not ditching anyone. If he wanted to get rid of anyone, he would have gotten rid of me. And if he tries to leave the city, he knows we will turn him in before he gets out of the city," Alex says, "I'm going upstairs to find Lechero and his equipment."
"I'm with Alex," Whistler says, getting up from where he is sitting. He walks up to Michael and reaches his hand out for his book, "Do you mind?"
"Sound's like someone's up there," Michael says as he hands over the book to Whistler and turns around to face Alex and Whistler.
Alex panics and walks around in circle's before he stops and stands in front of us, "If Lechero get's stranded up there, we're not getting out of here. So when you think, or when you feel, it's safe to go up, we have to go up."
"I've got something we could use, Michael," Alex says as Michael puts in screws in the brace, Alex uses a tool to punch through rocks to show how lethal it could be. "If they come through that door, you hit them here. Here, take it."
Michael grabs it, and Alex looks at his heart and leaves, "It'll puncture their heart."
I walk up to Michael who looks slightly terrified. I hesitantly look into his eyes before his lips comes crashing hard onto mine. "Just in case anything happens," Michael mumbles under his breath after we stopped kissing. I breath heavily.
Suddenly, Lechero, Michael, Alex, Whistler, Sammy and his entire new gang comes down the basement. Michael gives me a look that says come stand next to me, so I quickly do.
"You're escaping with him?!" Sammy says, his face showing complete devastation.
"I was gonna tell you all about this," Lechero says defensingly.
"But it just never came up, eh?" Sammy asks. Lechero scoffs softly. Michael looks at Whistler who's bleeding badly.
"Take it. It's yours," Michael says, as my eyes widen, "The tunnel, the escape plan, everything. We can go together."
"Well, I'm taking everything you've got," Sammy says, turning around to face him and me, "But you ain't going nowhere."
Sammy turns around and looks up at the hole, "How do you finish this hole?"
"Promise me you'll take Whistler with you," Michael says, ignoring Sammy's question completely. Sammy turns around and slaps his hand across Michael's face. A loud growl escapes my lungs as I feel my blood start to boil.
"Making demands on me?" Sammy asks him.
"I understand why you're going to kill me, but, he's done nothing wrong," Michael says in defense. "I'll tell you everything you need to know, just take him with you."
"You need him," Whistler intervenes, "He's the only one who can figure this all out."
"Don't you worry, I'll take care of your friend," Sammy says as Michael let's out a sigh.
"Alright," Michael says, "First, you need to keep building braces to support the tunnel, as you go."
"How do you do that?" Sammy asks him.
"Whistler can show you how," Michael says, breathing heavily.
"It looks like you've just made some woodsquares from the boxes here," Sammy says looking up into the hole.
"Like I said," Michael says, "Whistler can show you."
"How much further to the surface?" Sammy says, excitement in his voice.
"Not far," Michael says. I turn to face him, and he has this look on his face that states that he has a plan.
"Can't be more than teen fet," Sammy says with a huge grin on his face as he climbs into the hole, "Impressive, blanco. Too bad you won't be around to enjoy it."
Suddenly, a loud smash is heard from inside the hole and the whole thing collapses. Michael grabs me hard into him, and covers me with his body from the dust. Barely 3 seconds later, you can hear Alex and Lechero start to fight off the other men. And they quickly succeed in taking them down.
"How long is this gonna set us back?" Lechero asks as Michael and I get back on our feet.
"What is gonna set us back is that the tower guards is looking at a giant hole in no mans land," Alex replies. Both Alex, Lechero and Whistler leaves.
"Michael?" I ask as he turns his head towards me, his eyes are watered.
I grab a few tissues and make them wet with a bottle of water Alex had gotten for me. I slowly put them on Whistler's side of the head and wipes away the dry blood.
"I may hate you, but we need you alive," I mutter. I swipe the blood away from his temples.
"It could have been one of us buried down there," Whistler says. Clearly a bit pissed.
"Yeah, but it wasn't, so get over it. It wasn't his fault," I say. He nods as I give him the towel. "Wash yourself up. I'm done."
Oh my god, such a long time ago. When did I write a chapter last time? September? Jesus. I am so sorry! Anyway, here I am again, with a very long chapter.
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