Disclaimer: This chapter will feature smut. I know, can't believe it got to this point either but it's nice to try a new style of writing. But that also means some stuff may or may not be cringy/wrong. Who knows, I might actually be somewhat good at it (Press X To Doubt), so don't kill me in the reviews. Pls and thanks. Enjoy.

September 2, 2018

Hereford Base

04:10 Hours

Michael was still in the ICU of the infirmary. The damage done to his body was critical and he needed to be kept under constant watch in case something else went wrong. Injuries reigning from small cuts and bruises to internal bleeding had presented themselves after he had taken an explosive point blank. Michael was now in a coma going on three days, and no one on base knew whether he was going to wake up. In that time, everyone came to visit, wish him a speedy recovery even though they knew full well that he may not. Meghan felt a heavy guilt placed upon her as she saw herself responsible, even though that was not the case. She knew Michael would tell her that. Right now, Meghan was awake listening to some music on her phone in her pajamas, just staring at Michael through one of his rooms glass windows. She just kept picturing his heartbeat, it's steady pace just stopping on the spot. She shook her head as she mentally slapped herself.

"Don't think like that, don't think like that," She repeated to herself

Heavy footsteps took Meghan out of her little trance as Gustave entered the room, wearing his white lab coat, amongst his combat pants and boots. A silent greeting was issued between the two of them as he made his early morning rounds, which was mainly him making sure none of the equipment or stashes had been tampered with. Her eyes followed him around the room but she found no need to continue. She flipped through her phone looking for something else to listen too. The song she picked was probably the last one she wanted to hear, One More Light by Linkin Park. Meghan stared at Michael as the lyrics flowed, followed by slow sobs and crying that seemed to get more intense as the song went on. She held a hand up her mouth trying to silence the pitiful sounds but to no avail. Gustave dropped what he was doing and went to comfort, of course, he knew it wouldn't be enough.

"Mein Gott. Meghan run!"

The words that would haunt Michael for the rest of his existence. Life is such a fragile thing that many fail to understand the importance of it. By the pull of a trigger or just bad luck, that importance can be snatched away in the blink of an eye. For Michael, that realization was setting in. That split second to act and save one more life, that's all that mattered. His life flashing between his eyes as memories, good and bad, showing themselves for possibly the last time. Then a cut to black, no chance to see what happens after that. Luckily, he had his team there with him. His eyes fluttered open as he found himself in the infirmary. His eyelids felt like they weighed almost a ton, his arms and legs hurt more than they had ever in his entire career. The sound of a breathing mask was something of a horror story, knowing that he was battered and broken, he couldn't do anything to prevent it. In an attempt to gain an understanding of his situation, he tried to tilt his head forward, only to experience the worst pain in his life. Once he realized that his attempts were futile, his mind turned to what happened after the nitro went off. Michael was surprised that he even remembered the explosion, not many do.

"Fuck, wait. Where's Meghan?" He said to himself

His thoughts immediately went to the blonde operator. Michael didn't know if she had made it out okay, and the state that he was in didn't make him feel any better. Once again, he got in the warrior mindset. Gotta keep moving, you stay still, you're dead. He tried shifting his right side of his body, only to scream out in pain as his body was telling him not to make things worse than they already were.

Meghan had slowly begun to return to a more stable state, she wasn't wailing, but fresh tears were still appearing. Gustave had stayed with her the whole time, he knew when someone was hurting mentally or physically, that was his job after all.

"Ah fuck!" Someone yelled out

Both of them looked up to see Michael trying to move his body. Gustave nearly fell out of his seat as he scrambled to get up. Meghan screamed as the man she thought was gone, was alive. She bolted out of her chair and raced for the door. Nearly kicking it open, Meghan rushed to Michael's side and hugged him as tightly as she could.

"Ow, stop, stop, stop," He pleaded

"S-Sorry," Meghan said as she cried with a huge smile

Gustave went to the other side of Michael and took off his oxygen mask, holding it just above his face to see if he could actually breathe on his own.

"Do you know where you are right now?" Gustave asked in a hurry

"On a bed," Michael replied

"I need an actual answer," Gustave retorted

"I'm fine Gustave. Yes, I do know where I am. I do know my name. I do know that I'm in a shit ton of pain," Michael groaned

Gustave was relieved to see that Michael wasn't completely delirious, and he answered all of Gustave's questions before he asked them. Part of him wanted to ask how he knew what he was gonna ask, but that was something for another time.

"Just wanted to make sure. I guess I should give you the rundown of what happened."

"Besides me taking a nitro to the face?"

"You should be grateful that your head is one of the things that wasn't affected, you can thank your helmet and facial protection for that."

"Just cut to the chase."

Gustave adjusted the headrest on the bed slowly so Michael could see the rest of his body. He winced as he scooted further up, but it was over sooner than he expected. His eyes widened as nearly every appendage was cocooned in bandages.

"Your arms and legs took the brunt of the explosion. Luckily, you can still walk, but for the most part, your skin is going to scar over. Your fatigues and gloves were able to stop most of the heat from getting to your skin, but because of how close you were to the epicenter, you've got second-degree burns on about seventy percent of your arms and sixty percent of your legs. As for your torso area, your chest rig saved your lungs and heart from taking a major damage. However, I had to stop some internal bleeding. Now you've been in a coma for three days as your body is in the early stages of recovery. At first, I thought you had brain damage but after a quick MRI scan of the brain, I didn't find any abnormalities. Needless to say, you're lucky to be alive."

Michael just kind of sat there as Gustave told him what happened while he was out. That last bit angered him a little, he didn't feel lucky. He tried shifting his leg, only to wince and groan in pain. Gustave motioned for him to stop.

"Don't. The pain is your body telling you to stop."

"You know I can't just stop."

"Michael, if you keep moving you're just going to make the pain worse. Now you can stay here for a week and a half while your body recovers, or you can spend the next two months groaning on about pain. Your choice."

Gustave's question was more rhetorical than anything else. Of course, Michael wanted the pain to go away as soon as possible, but he didn't want to be locked in the infirmary of all places. Doesn't hurt to ask right?

"Tell me I can at least spend the week in my own room instead of this godforsaken place."

"Sorry to tell you but you can't. I need to monitor you constantly, in case some of the stitches on your legs and arm re-open, or if the internal bleeding starts to show itself again."

"Great."

"However, seeing as she's your closest team member, I'm sure Castellano here wouldn't have any problem at least keeping you company while you lounge about."

"Not like I have a choice really."

"No, you don't. Because I'm pretty sure she'd kill me if I didn't let her stay."

"Well, you're not wrong there."

"Alright, seeing as that's settled now. I'm going to get every prepped for your stay, you won't have to stay in this room specifically but you'll still be in the infirmary."

Michael gave him a pained nod as he left. Meghan pulled up a seat next to Michael and gripped his right hand with the utmost tenderness. His hand, despite being wrapped in cloth, was still warm. She lightly kissed the top of his hand before flashing him a heart-melting smile. But that quickly faded as Meghan lowered her head. There was an awkward silence between the two but Michael finally felt the need to say something.

"You blaming yourself for what happened?"

"Yeah," She replied softly, "It was stupid of-"

"Remember what I told you?" Michael stated, "Don't down talk yourself because something went wrong. I chose to put myself in harm's way in order to save your life."

"But-"

"Meghan, please. I know you feel guilty for what happened, but I'm telling you that you shouldn't be."

"I-I just...I didn't want you getting hurt because of me."

Michael brought his other hand and placed it on top of Meghan's. Even though the pain was tremendous, he didn't show any emotion. He tightened the grip on her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Meghan, everything will be fine. I'm still here, I'm talking to you. I'm not leaving anytime soon."

Her despondent attitude was rejuvenated with glee as her hopes were lifted higher than they had been the past few days. She stood to her feet and kissed Michael on the forehead, moving some strands of hair out of the way so she could stare into his ocean blue eyes.

"Want anything from the room? I'm about to head up and grab a few things" She asked

"Just my phone and headphones in case I get bored."

"Oh you won't get bored while I'm around," she teased

"Is that suppose to be an offer?" He smirked

"I don't know, maybe we'll just have to wait and see."

"Teasing isn't nice you know. Come to think of it, the night on your bed...ah nevermind."

"What?"

"It's nothing, just thinking to myself."

Meghan shook her head in annoyance as she knew Michael was just toying with her. She could never get over that, his playful attempts at humor which just made him even better. But something had occupied Meghan's mind. Why was he thinking about the other night? Michael has never asked for something like that, so why now? She gave him a quick wave before heading out. The cold Hereford air filled the hallways as Meghan proceeded up to the room, her pajama hoodie helped keep her warm but she felt the occasional shiver. She stopped when she heard something come from one of the supply closets near the cafeteria. It was almost 4:30, who would be up at this time in the kitchen? Sebastien? Meghan, figuring Michael could wait just a little while longer, silently stepped towards the closet and put her ear up to the door. It wasn't until she heard Taina yell Sebastien's name that she knew why it was here of all places. She blushed and walked away from the door, leaving the two to their little appointment. Meghan wasn't one to delve into people's sex lives, not just because she was new to the concept, but rather it really wasn't her business knowing who was fucking who. Was tempting to try it, however.

September 5, 2018

12:10 Hours

Michael's body had started healing a lot faster than Gustave had expected, but it didn't lower his time in the infirmary. So far Meghan had been a mom taking care of her son. Michael's legs had finally healed to the point where he could walk, but his arms weren't good enough just yet. Which meant Meghan had to feed him, much to his dismay. Of course, she'd do the airplane and mess with him, but he didn't mind it. Lera had taken over for the week, leaving Gustave to get some rest and catch up on some much-needed sleep. Meghan had someone to chat too besides having the occasional visitor now that everyone knew Michael was alive. Even though he was a boy, he didn't mind listening to the two ladies chat on about girl stuff, a learning curve sure but it was something.

"What're you eyeing there?" Lera smirked

"Hmm? I'm just watching you two blabber on," He replied

Meghan cocked her head back and scoffed.

"You act like you don't do the same thing with your buddies."

"To be fair, most of the time we're either drunk or in the five stages of confusion."

"Five stages of confusion? Like drunken confusion or just normal confusion like most of you boys are?" Lera laughed

"To be honest, I don't know what the five stages of confusion are. I think Jordan made it up while he was getting drunk. Also, I take offense to that last statement."

"Uhuh." Meghan and Lera giggled.

"So Lera, anything new between you and Alex?" Meghan asked

Lera noticeably blushed at the question, she had liked the Russian hulk for a while but she could never bring herself around to talk to him.

"Not really, I've been busy working with Olivier on some projects so I haven't really gotten time to chat."

"Just get a case of Russian vodka, he'll probably spill his entire life story to you. If he hasn't already tired you out of the anthem," Michael chimed in

"Since when did you ever talk to Alex?" Meghan questioned

"When I first joined up, had some free time so I hung with the guys for a few hours. Alex came into the room with a half-empty vodka bottle in his hand singing the Russian anthem while simultaneously carrying Maxim over his shoulder."

"I'm guessing you let him be for that time?"

"As long as he didn't come sprinting at me while in his drunken demeanor I didn't really care for it."

"Ah crap, I gotta go guys. Forgot Olivier need me to fill in for a training. Catch up later Meghan?"

"Sure thing, Lera. See ya."

Lera exchanged a wave to Michael as he did a makeshift salute. Meghan pulled up a chair near the head area of Michael's bed. He raised an eyebrow as she leaned her head on the side of Michael's right arm.

"Yes?"

Michael relaxed as she nudged her head up under his neck, allowing him to rest on a soft cushion of blonde hair. Meghan brought a hand up and began run fingers through his hair.

"Nothing. Just weird not seeing you up and about is all."

"You know if I could I would."

Meghan took her hand and traced some circles in the middle of Michael's palm, of course, it was bandaged just like everything else. Michael interrupted Meghan in the middle of her little game and very carefully moved his hand around her head and placed it on her hip. She adored the way how Michael was always careful of her privacy, but maybe she was okay with him going places he really shouldn't have. Of course, she knew that she would have to be the one to initiate it. But how was she going to do it, and how was Michael going to feel about it? She had to do some 'research', but who was she gonna ask.

"Eliza? No, that'd spread like wildfire. Emma? Nah, she and Julien haven't even done it yet. Monika? Yeah, I'd rather not," She pondered in her own mind

Meghan kept ticking all of the female operators on her list with no real success of getting anywhere. Then she got to the last box that she quite possibly didn't want to glance over in her head, Taina. Jesus, why did it come to this? It's not like it wasn't obvious to anyone on the team that she and Sebastien were taking it to the next level.

"Jesus, maybe I am involved with people's lives a little too much. But I mean, her fault for moaning so loud," She thought

Michael knew Meghan was thinking about something because of how she would tense up real quick and then relax almost right after. Once she had at least something in her mind of what to do, she slowly sat up and gave Michael a kiss with a beautiful smile right after. Nothing special, but a little teaser for what she had planned in her mind.

"I'll be back in a little while. Going to go take care of some things. Don't go anywhere," She smirked

"Yes, Mom," He replied

Meghan gave him a glare before leaving, she always hated him calling her 'mom'. But no matter, it was time to get to work. Firstly, where to find Taina during the middle of the day. Given her nature, she loves shadows and darkness, she doesn't like to be seen. Checking the dorm was maybe the least likely place to find her but it was worth a shot anyway.

Taina sat lounging around in her darkened dorm bored out of her mind. Surprising a little, that someone like her would have nothing to do. To be fair, she couldn't have sex with Sebastien mainly because he was out on assignment, and she didn't have Vincent around to talk with because he was training the recruits all day with Mike. She thought about sleeping but then she'd be up all night. Putting on the make-up sounded like fun, but what the hell would she use it for? A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Taina, you there? It's Meghan," She called out

Taina questioned why Meghan would be showing up at her dorm of all people. Part of her wanted to Meghan to buzz off and come back another time but she also was curious to Meghan was here. Naturally, she was going to figure out why, but not after having some fun.

"Damn it, I knew she wouldn't be here," Meghan said to herself

Just as Meghan was about to leave, the door cracked open a little. Was it unlocked the entire time? At first, she thought she pushed it open, but curiosity got the better of her. Slowly she peeked her head inside but couldn't see anything besides a faint light coming from the bathroom. Meghan inched her way into the room until she was practically standing in the center of it. She was startled when the door closed behind her, and there stood Taina with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"H-Hi Taina," Meghan stuttered, being absolutely terrified of the Brazilian woman

"Hello, Meghan. What brings you here?" Taina questioned as she fiddled with her knife behind her hands

"I-I just wanted to ask you something…"

"Oh really?" She asked seductively, "And what would that be?"

Meghan became uneasy and started to sweat a little. Why did Taina have to be so fucking creepy about it?

"I-I uh, want to surprise Michael with a little something, a-and I need your experience to help me out with a few things."

Meghan's heart nearly stopped when she heard the sound of the door lock. Taina slowly inched her way towards the blonde haired woman, sizing her up. Meghan stayed completely still as Taina went out of her view behind her.

"Shit, shit, shit. What is she doing? What is she doing?!" Meghan screamed in her head

Then to her dismay, a small lamp turned on behind Meghan. She thought Taina was playing with her mind, luring her into a false sense of security. Sounds of bed sheets rustling behind her only made Meghan more eager to turn around.

"You know you can face me right?"

Meghan once again thought this was just another attempt to get her to fall into Taina's trap. Eventually, the fuck it signal was given and Meghan turned around and was extremely relieved but also a little disappointed at what she was presented with. Taina was laying in her bed trying not to burst out laughing.

"You know I'm only playing around with you right?"

"Really Taina?!"

"Oh come on, you can't admit that it wasn't fun."

"I thought you were going to do something a little bit more 'physical'."

"I can if you want," Taina once again had that shit eating grin on her face

"No, please. Anyways, um, I know you have some experience in the area of...you know."

If Taina had been wearing her makeup then no one would've noticed the giant red blush that overtook her cheeks but in this case, it was very noticeable. Taina knew what Meghan was asking her advice for and merely held up a hand.

"I get what you're trying to get at. And yes, I can help."

September 10, 2018

19:30 Hours

"You ready?" Lera asked

"Sure," Michael replied

Michael held out a hand which Lera gripped tightly and pulled him to his feet. She was quick to assist him in balancing but he insisted that he try to go without assistance. Being bedridden for eight days in recovery was not the best thing leading up to walking again. His first few steps felt stiff, but after a while, he felt refurbished. Michael immediately noticed the sharp decrease in pain since the last time he walked about five days ago. He was, however, a little disappointed that Meghan wasn't there to walk him back up to the room, but he guessed she was off doing something. Pretty soon he was walking up and down the infirmary with no visible pain on his face. Satisfied with his situation, he gestured for Lera to lead him to the front desk so he could receive his over the counter medication: Ibuprofen. Not the greatest thing in the world but it would have to suffice.

"Need anything else before I let you go?"

"Uh no, thanks Lera. One of these every twelve hours right?"

"Da."

"Have a good night, Lera. Take care."

"Same to you."

Michael made his way out into the cafeteria where some were still eating. The smell of food was almost too invigorating but he didn't feel like eating anyway. A beer wouldn't hurt anyone though. Michael took a seat at one of the tables and just stared at one of the walls while casually sipping his Corona. Heavy footsteps to his left gnawed at him to look to see who it was, for one he knew it wasn't Meghan, because she knew how to have quiet feet and there was no reason for her to have boots on right now. Michael recognized the figure after he seemed to b-line straight toward him.

"Great, just what I need right now," Michael groaned as Adriano and Aria marched towards him

The both of them took a seat in front of Michael as he tried his best to ignore them. While he had made up with Aria, his quarrel with Adriano still lingered and he wasn't ready to diminish his first impression any further.

"Greetings, Michael. Just wanted to come down and check up on you," Aria started

"Well that's very nice of you and I thank you for that," Michael said as he took a drink

Aria's stance loosened, her shoulders relaxed and she leaned onto Adriano. Michael didn't acknowledge it because frankly, he didn't care. Adriano cleared his throat before speaking.

"I heard what you did at the school. It seems that I took for a person who wouldn't do what you did, and I sincerely apologize."

"It was a spur of the moment thing. No need to apologize for me being an asshole."

Adriano simply shrugged. "Seeing as our first interaction went bitter. How about a fresh start?" He extended his arm over the table and placed a hand in front of Michael.

"Sounds good to me." He accepted the handshake while glancing over to Aria who was smiling. "Name is Michael."

"Adriano. A pleasure to meet you," He replied

The three conversed while they got to know each other better. It was more or less Aria and Adriano spilling their time in G.I.S. onto Michael. He was intrigued by how the two seemed inseparable, every mission Aria was on, Adriano was always right there with her. Michael then got to share his time in the SEALs with the two operators. Aria was surprised by some of the things that Michael was telling them, not necessarily by what he had done, but rather what he hadn't done.

"Appears that Aria and I have had it easy compared to you," Adriano chuckled

"Iraq and Afghanistan is not a forgiving place."

"Indeed."

Michael picked up his Corona, noticing the distinct lack of liquid within the bottle. He waffled over whether to go get another beer or head back up the room. Deciding on the latter, he stood from his seat and granted goodbyes to Aria and Adriano. He was glad that he was able to repair an unstable 'friendship' between him and the bearded Italian. Pleased with the days work, it was time for bed. Michael didn't have his key on him, so he knocked. Confused as to why Meghan wasn't answering the door, he knocked again. Still no answer.

"Where the hell is she? She didn't become a night person," He thought

Something tempted him to try the door handle, hoping his luck would grant him an unlocked door. Slowly turning the handle, the door was in fact unlocked.

"I'm actually a god," He joked

The room appeared to be a void of nothingness it was so dark. Not that an elite Navy SEAL would have trouble walking around in pitch black. Hell, they did it for a living. However, something felt off. Someone else was in the room with Michael. As he slowly approached his bed, the door closed behind him and the audible click of the door lock could be heard. Whoever was behind him was in an advantageous position, Michael froze as he waited for the other person to make the first move.

"You should learn to relax once and a while," a voice whispered

"Care to tell me what you're doing in my room?"

"Take off your shirt and I will."

"Well that was blunt," He thought, "Wonder what's next."

He did as he was told, removing his shirt and throwing it against the wall. Whoever was behind Michael came up and placed their arms around his chest. He could tell by the feel of the hands that it was a feminine figure, but he couldn't exactly tell who.

"This isn't Meghan is it?" He blurted out

"Well aren't you the observant one," She snickered

"You going to let me go?"

Meghan didn't answer his question but instead moved her chest to the center of Michael's back. Surprised that he was poked in the back, he put two and two together that Meghan was topless.

"Actually tonight I think I want to experience something new."

"And what would that be?" He asked as the Meghan flicked on the light behind him

Michael without thinking turned around thinking Meghan was going to be wearing a shirt, even though he had already established that she wasn't. But this time he was even more taken by the fact that Meghan was almost completely naked, apart from a black set of lace panties. Her tattooed arms were placed on her hips and her head was tilted to the side. Michael fought the temptation to melt holes into her body with his eyes, but god damn her body was so perfect. Finally giving in despite all of his morals, he pulled Meghan in for the most passionate kiss they had yet. Each of their tounges danced in each other's mouths as they tried to gain control over the other. Meghan being so involved in the moment jumped up onto Michael, wrapping her legs around his back while holding his face with her hands. Not wanting to stand in the middle of the room for the rest of the time, Michael broke away from the kiss and looked to Meghan's bed.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He grinned

Meghan only had to nod before Michael strolled over to the bedside and lowered Meghan down onto her back. Michael placed a hand on her stomach but gradually worked his way up until his hand completely engulfed one of her breasts. He squeezed the plump mound of flesh while planting kisses on Meghan's belly. Very quickly moans began to escape Meghan's mouth. Eventually, both of his hands were on each of her breasts. Seeing more opportunities to make Meghan savor the moment, he gave her a quick grin switching from her breasts to her nipples. Meghan closed her eyes as Michael masterfully gave each one proper attention, soon he switched from his fingers to his mouth. Meghan was overtaken with the new action and started to moan even louder than before. Michael felt a bulge form in his shorts as he turned on by the sudden order of events, he was enjoying it just as much as Meghan. Once he was done with her breasts he moved his hands down to her hip where her panties were. Something in his mind told him to just rip them right off and get to work but he couldn't see himself doing that, so he went the safe route.

"Meghan?" He asked

"Yes, Michael?" She smiled

"May I?"

Meghan nodded, and in quick succession, Michael slowly moved her panties down her legs before tossing it across the room. Michael began to kiss down from between her breasts down to her stomach, and then to her crotch. He spread her legs allowing him an opening. Starting with his tongue, he started to slowly stimulate her clitoris, picking up in speed as time went on. Wanting to give his mouth a rest but keep Meghan in her blissful state, he inserted one finger and began to explore the inside of her pussy. Meghan repeatedly arched her back as she was full of pure ecstasy, her breaths became longer as she moaned louder and louder before she was having to gasp in between each interval. Beads of sweat began to run down her body as she couldn't control her body anymore, she tightened her thighs trying not to release too early, but that plan flew out the window as her juices covered Michael's finger and part of his hand. That didn't stop him from slowing his pace even while she was still relishing from the moment. Michael took the small amount of time to admire Meghan's well-kept body, her toned abs, beautiful tattoos that snaked around her arms, everything about her just captivated him.

"How...did...you get so good at that?" She asked between heavy breaths

"I'll tell you later," He replied

Meghan used the rest of her strength to grip onto the side of Michael's shorts. At first he thought she wanted help up, but instead, she gestured him to remove them.

"You know you can just ask right?" Michael had a grin plastered across his face

As requested he removed his shorts and boxers, leaving both of them completely exposed to the elements. Meghan wanted more, and she was ready. Michael quickly positioned himself over Meghan as she gripped onto his back. Getting ready for round two, he slowly entered giving Meghan time to adjust to the size. Since this was her first time, there was some pain, but that was soon replaced with excitement and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, just like before, but this time he really sped up the process. Meghan could feel her legs starting to tingle again as she was nearing another orgasm. Her soft moans soon turned into cries of delight as Michael gave her everything she ever wanted. Michael started to massage her crotch in an attempt to send her over the edge, truth be told, she already was. It was now a game of who came first. Meghan would be the one to be crowned as Michael found Meghan's g-spot. In that very moment, she couldn't take it any longer, moaning as loud as she possibly could as she released for a second time. The intense sensation of Meghan's walls tightening around his shaft was enough to cripple his mind as he was filled to the brim with joy. His shaft spasmed as he released into her pussy, Michael groaned as he let everything loose. Meghan sighed as Michael released himself from her grasps, falling onto the bed next to her. They both looked at the ceiling as they continued to breathe heavily.

"That...was...the best," She panted

"I would have to agree," He replied, "Also, you're on birth control right?"

"Borrowed a pill from someone, don't ask who."

"Fine with me."

Meghan turned to face Michael, who smiled as they kissed one more time. He couldn't help but notice the bed sheets were wet with fluids, and not wanting to sleep in a bed dampened from their little night of enjoyment, Michael stood up from the bed and picked Meghan up bridal style placing her onto his. She curled up under the covers awaiting his arrival. Once both of them were situated together, Meghan snuggled up close to Michael and placed her head in his chest.

"Thank you for tonight," She whispered

"It was my pleasure, Meghan. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Michael."

"Goodnight. Oh and by the way. Love you," He smirked

Meghan giggled. "Love you, too."