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The day started off like any other. It had been a couple of days since the dream sharing and Amy and Michael hadn't done it again. Both of them fearing what they might find if they did. They didn't talk about it either but it solidified their bond in a way. Seeing the rawest parts of themselves. But today was just an ordinary day. As the pair stood in the garden with Mallory and Coco just before class, things flipped on their head when Myrtle came out instead. The woman hardly ever did practical lessons these days but Zoe was apparently in a meeting with Cordelia. But then the red-haired woman uttered the words that made everyone groan.
"I want you all to mix up who you work with. You're getting too comfortable in your pairings," she told them. Amy and Michael looked to each other wide-eyed and horrified. Amy enjoyed working with him, learning together. But before any words left her lips, Jessica had sauntered over.
"You can work with me," she gave Michael a sickly sweet smile, taking his hand in hers as she started to drag him away. Amy's jaw hit the floor as her eyes burned holes in their joined hands.
"Is she for real?" Mallory scoffed beside her. Amy's whole body was tense. A fire was burning inside of her and it only got even more intense when Jessica didn't let go of his hand and her other smoothed up his chest as she smiled up at him flirtatiously. And the boy didn't do a fucking thing to stop it.
She marched over with a face like thunder, her mind no longer working properly as she operated on rage. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was? Touching what was hers, thinking she could just swoop in and take him away from her.
"He's not working with you," Amy sneered, glaring at the girl. Jessica looked at her and snorted looking thoroughly amused as Michael watched her carefully. Amy didn't fail to notice how she took a step closer to Michael, her side flush with his. Amy's right eye twitched.
"It looks like he is," Jessica replied with a smirk. Her damn hand was still gripping his and she felt herself about to snap.
"Amy," Mallory warned warily from behind her. She knew what was coming but Amy didn't listen to her.
"I don't think I'm making myself clear enough," Amy said slowly, her voice eerily calm. She tilted her head and clenched her fist, making Jessica gasp and claw at her neck. Her eyes were wide with panic and Amy watched her with a quirked brow as she struggled to breathe.
"If you ever touch my fucking boyfriend again, I'll snap every bone in your fucking body, let them set and then break them all over again. Clear?" she growled menacingly. Jessica nodded frantically and Amy unclenched her hand, letting her girl breathe again and fall to her knees.
She was too far gone to care about everyone staring at her or how Michael was watching her with wide sparkling eyes and a gleeful grin at her anger. At her darkness. She had called him her boyfriend and was so territorial it made his own darkness flare-up in him with satisfaction. Amy stepped back before turning her harsh glare on Michael then and his smile melted off his face. She stormed off angrily and he hurried after her, grabbing her wrist and yanking it so she faced him.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked incredulously. Her eyes narrowed as she wrenched her wrist from his grip.
"What the fuck do you think? You didn't make a move to get away from her grabby hands," she seethed. She couldn't even control herself. She'd never felt jealous in her life and this was overwhelming. His eyes widened, looking almost panicked that she was indeed mad at him.
"You're really mad at me?" he asked carefully with a frown.
"How would you feel if I was holding hands with some other guy and letting him touch me?" she asked with a quirked brow, her eyes burning with their anger. She saw his eyes darken as realisation flash over his face for a moment before his brows furrowed once more.
"What was I supposed to do? I didn't want to cause a scene, I'm supposed to be being good," he frowned. His voice had a desperate edge to it. He didn't like it when she was upset with him.
"Since when the fuck were you a little bitch? You're the fucking Antichrist. You've killed people for less," she hissed quietly so no one else heard. Her eyes were wild and held such fire in them.
He looked at her in complete shock at her harsh words. Had she wanted him to kill the girl for touching him? He was sure she wanted him to be good. He was confused beyond belief. She had insinuated he was weak. Part of him was angry, the beast inside of him consumed with rage at such an accusation. But most of him was overwhelming hurt by her words to him. It made a painful lump form in his throat. Before he could say another word, someone else did.
"Amy, a word in my office," Amy turned to look at the firm voice, seeing Cordelia stood in the doorway with Jessica's sister at her side. Of course she told on her. Didn't she know snitches get stitches? She clenched her jaw, shooting Michael one last look at that made his face fall before she stomped up the steps. Jessica's sister gave her a smirk as they walked past one another and she resisted the urge to punch her. Cordelia was giving her a firm look as they walked inside.
When they got to her office, they both sat facing each other at the desk and Amy was still stewing in her jealousy.
"Amy… It's good you're so protective over him but you can't just go choking one of your sisters," Cordelia sighed, as if she was talking to a child. Amy's blue eyes snapped up to her then as she scowled.
"She is not my sister," she huffed childishly. Cordelia fixed her with a look as she leant forward.
"Either way, you can't do that. You know what we would have had to have done if you ended up killing her," Cordelia looked pained at the words and Amy's shoulders sagged a little. She did know. They'd have to burn her at the stake. That was the punishment for witches killing their own.
"I wasn't going to kill her. I wanted to scare her a little. Who the fuck does she think she is touching him like that? He's told her no so many times and it makes him uncomfortable!" she seethed. The more she thought about it, the more mad she got. She conveniently left out how her main source of annoyance was the fact he belonged to her and she wouldn't let anyone touch him that way.
"He could have told her to go away and dealt with it himself," Cordelia reasoned. Amy scoffed and shook her head at her.
"You know he wouldn't. He's too shy and he's scared of getting in trouble," she sighed. Her own words basically making her admit she had been a bitch to him. She had been so upset by the fact he'd just let it all happen but she knew how socially awkward he was around people. He didn't have the best social skills. He also felt like he had to be an angel, fearing if he made one wrong move that Cordelia would kick him to the curb and he'd have nowhere to go. Once again alone. Great. Now she felt bad for yelling at him.
"I know. You aren't the first person to come in here telling me she's been harassing him," Cordelia frowned. Amy tilted her head then. She wondered who had been in here sticking up for him, noticing how Jessica was like a fucking leech.
"I'm not?" she asked softly. Her anger fading away.
"No. I don't condone her behaviour and I've spoken to her numerous times but she seems not to listen. But I'll talk to her again and tell her she has to stay away from him. And this time there will be consequences if she disobeys," she said with a furrowed brow.
"Good," Amy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But Amy, you can't go around doing this. You've done well controlling your anger since you got here. This is my job. If you have a problem with someone, you come to me and I'll deal with it. You don't take matters into your own hands again. Are we clear?" she asked firmly. She felt like scolded child but nodded. She had no other choice.
When she left the office she had no desire to go back out to class. To see the twins smug faces that she got into trouble. She heaved a sigh and wandered to the library. She ended up falling asleep on the couch for a little bit, curled in a ball. She woke up to the sound of footsteps in the large room that echoed off the wall. Her eyes fluttered open and she made out Myrtles blurry form as she walked over. Amy sat up and rubbed her eyes and they focused better. Myrtle grinned warmly at her and she had a cup of tea in her hand.
"I've been looking for you," she smiled, handing her the tea as she sat next to her. It smelt like chamomile and she sipped it. It felt like her tension was melting right off her.
"If you're here to lecture me, Cordelia already did it," she huffed as she slurped her tea some more.
"Why would I lecture you? It was thrilling to watch. I dislike that little wench and her sister. She doesn't belong here," Myrtle muttered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and Amy found herself laughing lightly at her. She always liked Myrtle. She was like a mother figure to her.
"She's a bitch," Amy said as she screwed up her face.
"I'd say that's an understatement," Myrtle smirked at her. There was a comfortable silence for a moment as Amy drank the tea and let it soothe her entire body. She wasn't sure if it was just herbal or magical but it did the job.
"So, you and the boy seem to be getting quite close," Myrtle mused. Amy's cheeks heated up at the knowing smile on her face and she glanced at the now empty cup in her hands.
"I know. It just kind of… happened," she admitted with a shrug.
"I think it's quite nice really. I didn't like him when I first met him. Despised him really. He was so smug and cocky. A typical man. I was against the idea of him being here as much as you were but I let Cordelia make up her own mind. But seeing him here now, how he is with you… I'm glad he's here," she smiled wistfully. Amy blushed again with a smile of her own as her fingers toyed with the cup.
"I didn't think he was a good person but I've seen the good in him. He's done so well since he got here," Amy murmured softly.
"I think it's all down to you. The way he looks at you. Like you hung the moon and painted the stars in the sky just for him. Like you're a rare penny made of gold. It's lovely. Young love is like nothing else in this world," Myrtle said as she reached out and patted Amy's leg. She felt her cheeks get hot again. It was so weird talking about this whole thing. But she knew the look she was talking about. It always made her feel like she was on a rollercoaster.
"He's amazing," Amy smiled to herself. Thinking about him made her heart thump wildly in her chest.
"Well, maybe an apology is in order then for shouting at him. He was so distraught when you left, Mallory could barely console the poor boy," Myrtle chuckled. Amy's eyes widened as she looked at her but she knew her words were true. He was so sensitive and she'd been so mean to him. She knew how he hated her being upset with him. After she left the library she bumped into Mallory and Coco at the bottom of the stairs. She walked over going to ask if they knew where Michael was but Coco spoke up first.
"Holy shit, your boy is too damn precious for this world," she started. Amy looked at her amused as Mallory shook her head and rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"He was so upset with his little quivery lip and his shiny sad eyes," she gushed, holding a hand over her heart. It only made her guilt increase.
"Do you know where he is?" Amy asked softly.
"He went up to your room," Mallory smiled warmly, reaching out and squeezing her friend's arm. Amy nodded gratefully before she jogged up the stairs.
When she got to their room and opened the door, he was sitting on his bed clutching something to his chest. His eyes whipped to her looking caught out as she walked into the room. He was crying but what he was holding close to his chest looked awfully familiar.
"Is that my band shirt?" she asked confused, temporarily distracted from everything as she glared at the shirt she'd been looking for, for weeks. The one he said he had no idea where it was. He blinked his teary eyes at her and sniffled.
"I took it, I'm sorry. It smelled like you and I didn't have any nightmares," he rambled as he shook his head. He looked so distraught and she couldn't find it in her to be mad that he stole something of hers. Not when the reason was because it soothed him. She hated how sad he looked, knowing she was the reason for that.
She perched on the bed next to him and looked at him sheepishly.
"You could have asked, I'd have just given it to you," she said softly. His eyes brightened a little then as a faint smile graced his lips.
"Really? You'll let me keep it?" he asked hopefully. She smiled and scooted closer to him.
"Of course… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been such a bitch to you before. I know why you didn't say anything. I just got so… jealous. I couldn't even contain how angry I was," she admitted with a sigh. She was a prideful girl and admitting she was wrong was a hard pill to swallow. But she'd do it for the golden-haired angel in front of her. He blinked at her for a moment before his smile widened, his body sagging in relief.
"You're not mad?" he asked warily. She shook her head, taking one of his hands and kissing his knuckles sweetly.
"No. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Will you forgive me?" she asked him. Her blue eyes were wide and imploring and he nodded vehemently.
She watched as he stuffed the t-shirt under his pillow and she wondered how he could be so fucking cute. But then he turned his ridiculously blue eyes to her and she almost melted. She crawled over, settling on his lap as she smiled down at him. His hands went to her hips, caressing them softly as he placed a soft kiss on her throat. It made her squirm a little.
"How can I make it up to you?" she asked softly, her breathing becoming erratic when he licked her throat a little. The boy could go from sad and sweet to dripping with sex appeal in a matter of seconds and she'd never get used to it. His hands slipped to her ass and he squeezed her ass cheeks earning a small moan from her. He kissed his way up to her mouth and his lips ghosted hers. All she could do was look down at him in a daze. His lashes were still wet from his tears but his eyes now sparkled with mischief.
"You were pretty mean," he murmured, a tug of a smirk on his lips. She wriggled again when his hands palmed her ass and she felt his growing bulge pressed against her. It was sending white-hot desire through her entire body.
"I'll do anything," she whispered against his lips. He smirked slyly at her before nipping her lower lip and making her gasp. Then suddenly he lifted her by her hips and she was planted on her ass on the bed.
She watched him confused as he stood and sauntered over to her wardrobe, not understanding what he was doing. He yanked it open and rummaged around before he turned back to face her. He looked devilishly handsome in that moment but he was holding the tiny latex dress and choker. It made a shiver run down her spine.
"Put this on in the bathroom then come back in here," he ordered, leaving no room for negotiation. She nodded, the movement jerky as she stood on shaky legs. The anticipation of the whole thing was making her light-headed and weak. She took them from him, cheeks burning bright as he smirked at her and she went into the bathroom. She got undressed and into the dress. It was so tight, it took some effort to get into. It was taut over her breasts and the outline of her nipples were visible. It clung tightly to her tiny waist before it flared out, the fabric draping over her ass. It was so short her ass cheeks poked out the bottom and she didn't wear any panties. She figured she wouldn't be needing them. She clipped the choker around her neck and fluffed her hair before she stared at her reflection.
The girl staring back at her looked wild. Feral almost with her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. She had always craved physical touch but it was almost an addiction now with Michael and she needed her next fix. The dress clung to her in all the right places. She looked like a doms wet dream with how submissive she looked. She swallowed thickly before entering the bedroom. Michael was completely naked, sat back on the bed casually. She stood there blushing as his eyes drank her in greedily. A low moan of appreciation leaving his lips. Her eyes watched in fascination as his hand wandered down his stomach and gripped his engorged cock, stroking himself to the sight of her. It sent a flood of wetness between her thighs.
"Come here," he demanded roughly. His voice was deeper as his eyes bore into her. She obeyed, walking over to him feeling her heart hammering away. He stood up when she got to the bed, hand leaving his cock as he started to circle her like a shark with its prey. Her breathing became heavy as his hands trailed over her shoulders and back with a featherlight touch. He came to a stop behind her and she felt his hot breath tickle her ear. She almost whimpered.
"You look fucking delicious," he purred. The whimper escaped then, she couldn't help it. The whole thing was so erotic.
"Hands and knees, darling," he smirked, giving her a shove. She fell onto the bed and did as he told her, getting on her hands and knees. She was very aware of the view he'd be getting and she heard his deep groan.
She had a sinking feeling that Dark Michael was here to play. She hadn't seen him since the dream thing and she was slightly worried now after she knew all he was capable of. She was broken from her thoughts though when she felt the bed dip behind her and his hands smoothed up her ass. It made her moan and arch back at his hand.
"So needy for me," he chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her flesh. A sharp smack to her right ass cheek made her yelp in surprise and pleasure and she remembered the list he had made. Spanking was something he wanted to do and she had given her consent with the tick. His hand soothed over the stinging area before he hit her again and she moaned. She'd always liked a bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure. His fingers made their way to her soaked slit and he hummed to himself as he dragged them through her wetness, smearing it all over her core. She blushed to herself as she squirmed, she could practically feel his eyes burning her skin as he admired her.
"I have to say, I love this look on you," he drawled as he leant down. He bit into her ass cheek and she squeaked at the sensation. He started sucking on the flesh there and she realised he was leaving a mark on her ass cheek. She wouldn't lie, it did things to her. A needy whine left her lips as she arched up at him again and he grinned, nipping at the skin once more before sitting up. The anticipation was killing her as she lay there waiting for his next move.
Without warning, his cock was shoved inside of her and a loud moan left her lips, her hands fisting the sheets below her as she lowered her head. He filled her up in the best way and her head was spinning.
"Such a good girl," he purred, leaning over to kiss the nape of her neck. He was leaning right over her, his hands now over hers on the sheet and keeping her in place as he started thrusting into her hard and fast. Each thrust pushed the air from her lungs in harsh gasps and moans. She could barely form a coherent thought. Then he sat up, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he continued his brutal pace with her. She felt close, she could feel her release building by the second and she was a writhing mess as her body jostled with his movements. But just as she got right near the edge, he stilled completely and she let out the neediest whine in the world. He laughed. Full of dark promises and sin that made a shiver run down her spine.
She gasped as he fisted her wild mane of hair, pulling her up with it. It burned but she relished in it as her body was now sat up flush against his. His cock was still buried inside of her and the new angle seemed to make him go in deeper. She squirmed on his cock and a deep moan floated into her ear. He didn't let go on the firm grip of her hair and he gave a harsh thrust upwards into her and she whined.
"You know, it was so fucking hot watching how angry you were before. Choking the life out of her. So jealous," he smirked against her ear. His hot breath tickled her as she wriggled on him, mentally begging him to move. She had been so close. Maybe she shouldn't have ticked orgasm denial after all.
"Michael please," she begged helplessly. She could feel him smirking against her ear, loving her suffering.
"It's funny really. Your darkness used to be about yourself. But I saw it in you before. You wanted her dead. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you," he chuckled darkly. She was barely registering his words. All she could focus on was the smooth timber of his silky sinful voice as it wrapped around her body.
His hand that wasn't in her hair slid down her stomach at a painfully slow rate and her breathing was heavy, still squirming on his cock trying to get some much-needed friction.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked roughly. A harsh tug at her hair made her cry out and his other hand was still making a slow descent to where she needed to be touched.
"You," she moaned softly. Meaning it in every way. He hummed right in her ear and it made every hair on her body stand on end.
"Good girl," he purred. His fingers finally found her clit and she let out a desperate moan of relief. She could have cried with how relieved she was. He started rutting up into her then. The sensation of him inside her, the clit stimulation and his fist pulling her hair was enough to drive her to the edge almost instantly. Her moans were loud and desperate, so full of need as they bounced off the walls. He wasn't faring any better. His needy moans and grunts mingling with hers as he fucked up into her like an animal.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she gasped, her back arching as she bucked and squirmed on top of him. It elicited an inhumane growl from him as she clamped down, squeezing his cock for all it had. He bucked up erratically a few more times with harsh loud groans as he spilled himself inside of her.
He released her hair then, his hand winding around her waist to hold her up as she sagged back against him. Her head lolled to the side a little as they caught their breath and his fingers stroked her stomach affectionately through the latex dress. His darkness slithered away once more. Now sated and satisfied after making her his. He pulled out of her reluctantly, his eyes darting to the mess on the sheets as some of his seed leaked out of her. He helped her to lay down and she snorted. She felt weightless. She smiled to herself as he spooned her from behind, her hand coming to rest over his on her stomach.
"Was that okay?" he asked softly as he nuzzled her neck.
"It was amazing," she smiled. She felt good now. Calm. Blissful. After a moment of them laying there soaking each other in, she sat up and he watched her.
"Could you help me out of this thing? It's so tight," she pouted. His lips quirked up in an amused smile as he sat up, helping her out of it. He'd enjoyed seeing her in it. It had been one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. He tossed it to the floor and watched as she undid the choker and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.
He pulled her back down to him then and she lay on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as her fingers toyed with the skin below his belly button.
"Am I forgiven?" she asked softly after a moment. He kissed the top of her head as his arm squeezed her.
"Of course," he smiled. He was glad things were better between them now. He had been so upset that she was mad at him. Now everything was right with his world as she lay in his arms.