A week had gone by since Amy's return, and even though she had been worried about Michael's new choice of friends, things seemed okay. He had been to see them twice in the week she had been back and each time she would sit on her bed anxiously awaiting his return. Worried about the state he'd come back in, if he'd be different. But each time he came back to her just as he always did. His sweet boyish smile and bright blue eyes. He was still just Michael. She still wasn't too happy about it, but she hadn't seen a change in him so she figured she didn't have to worry too much about it. She had opted not to tell anyone about the whole Satanist thing, especially Cordelia. Jessica had been one of them and as soon as the Supreme deemed her a threat, her life was snuffed out. Amy was concerned about Cordelia finding out. Michael was dangerous. Very dangerous. Amy knew that, Cordelia knew that. He'd done awful things in the past due to what he was and he'd even tried to take Cordelia's position from her once. Amy didn't want anything to happen to Michael. She feared if she told her, that Cordelia would think he was a threat and just get rid of him before any problems came up. But she knew he was okay because when he was with her, he was acting just like he always did. She would keep her eyes on him and if anything seemed odd, then maybe she'd talk to someone.
It was Friday and there were no classes that day for them. Amy was lay on her side watching the boy sleep peacefully. His lips were slightly parted as soft snores left his lips. Golden hair all over the place. He was too adorable and she wanted to squeeze him until her arms hurt. They'd settled back into their usual routine in her time back. They watched movies, practised together in class, hung out with Mallory and Coco. The only thing that was different was the lack of sexual contact. They hadn't done anything remotely sexual since her time in hell. At first, she had been grateful for the space, after what she had been through she needed it. But then she had started to worry there was more to it. Worried maybe he was disgusted by her, saw her as damaged goods. But then she realised it wasn't that. They would still kiss, but he tried to keep it somewhat tame. The few times things got heated, he would react the same every time. He'd pull away, his breathing shaky as he tried to calm himself. Then he would kiss her nose sweetly and lay down, cuddling her into him. She didn't need the space now, didn't want him treating her like she was fragile. Her mind was in a much better place than it was and her body was craving him just as it always did. And the lack of an orgasm was driving her insane.
The night before she had thought it might happen. The kiss turned heated but his grip of control seemed to have been a little shorter. He'd ended up rolling onto her as he kissed her senseless and she'd loved it. She had felt his hardness pressed against her and when she moaned, he had stilled completely and pulled away just a little. Her blue eyes had watched him carefully, how his breathing was ragged, how he screwed his eyes shut and looked like he was in physical pain. She could see him fighting with himself. And when she reached down to palm him through his pants, his hand had grasped her wrist firmly, his eyes still shut as he gave her a tense shake of his head with a clenched jaw. When his eyes opened, she was met with his onyx eyes. It had been their first appearance since he rescued her from hell. Part of her wondered how she would react when she saw them again. But there was no fear, no flashbacks. Instead, the usual rush of arousal flooded her body as it reacted to his darkness the same way. As if nothing bad had ever happened. He had stared at her, his face conflicted and still looking pained. She could see how hard he was fighting to stay in control. She had stared at him, wondering what he would do. But then he rolled off her completely and pulled her to lay on his chest. She had been disappointed but didn't say anything. She knew now why he wasn't touching her. It wasn't out of repulsion. It was because he worried for her mental state. He feared her reaction to something like that. He had witnessed what she went through and the fact it had been at the hands of someone pretending to be him was obviously weighing on him. But she was done waiting around now. She wanted him and she wanted things to go back to how they were completely. She missed him. Missed the feel of his body against hers. She missed it all.
She lay there that morning watching him, a sly smirk worked its way onto her lips. She could see his morning wood through the thin sheet. He was only in his boxers and she was only in his t-shirt. She knew what it did to him when she wore nothing but his shirt, but he'd managed to calm himself even in his demonic state. Now he was sleeping. He was vulnerable. She knew they'd never get anywhere unless she made a move. To show him herself that she was okay and he didn't need to hold back anymore. And what better time than when he had his guard down completely? She sat up slowly and carefully, trying to be as sneaky as she could be. A swift flick of her wrist and the blanket moved off him lightly so he didn't wake. She never really used her magic for simple things unless it was needed. But she wasn't the stealthiest person and she needed the help. Very lightly, she tucked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling the band outwards before dragging them slowly down, enough to free his hard cock. It made desire pool low in her belly seeing it the first time in forever. The movement of his boxers made him shift just a little in his sleep and she watched him carefully to see if he'd wake. He didn't though, and she smirked again as she moved to kneel between his legs. Taking advantage of the space there since he'd moved them open a little.
She felt a rush knowing what she was about to do. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she brushed her long hair to one side as she leant down. She gave him an experimental lick and a soft moan left his lips. She watched his face, his brow furrowed a little but still sleeping. She wondered if she was morphing his dreams into naughty things, she wanted to know just what he was thinking about at that moment. In a swift move, she grabbed the base of his cock and engulfed him into her warm mouth. A throaty groan filled her ears that made her body thrum with excitement. She eased her mouth back up until only the tip was in her mouth and looked at him. He was propped up on his elbows staring down at her. His face was the perfect mix of sleepiness and bewilderment and it amused her. He looked shocked and confused. She smirked around him before once again lowering her head, taking him in until her lips met her hand. It elicited another needy moan from him as he fell back to lay properly once more.
She gave him no time to question her or make her stop. She sucked on him greedily as he writhed under her and moaned. His fists clenched around the sheets as his hips arched up to her. She felt the rush of having him so needy for her, having him act like a bitch in heat. She could sense he was getting close as his moans got more desperate, thrusting up at her more eagerly like he was chasing his release. She knew it had been a while for him too so she wasn't surprised it hadn't taken long to get him there. But before he could find his sweet release, she moved her mouth away and he let out the neediest whine that had ever left his lips. It pleased her, having the Antichrist acting this way for her. How needy she made him. She started kissing her way up his stomach, giving a teasing lick and nip every so often. His breathing was laboured and each nip brought a gasp of delight to her ears. One of his hands came to her head, rubbing her scalp softly as she kissed up his chest and to his neck. She was straddling him now, and he moaned at how wet she was. She had no panties on and her slick heat glided over his cock effortlessly.
"What are you doing to me?" his scratchy low voice made it sound like he was on the verge of tears or insanity. He sounded desperate.
She sat up, looking down at him as he glared his blue eyes up at her. His eyes were shiny, his face tense and his hands were once again by his sides gripping the sheet.
"I'm not made of glass Michael, I don't want you to treat me like I am," she said softly as her hands stroked his firm chest. His hands didn't move though as he took a shaky breath. She watched him curiously, seeing his conflicted face. She lifted the shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it across the room. Baring her body for him. She had noticed how he'd seemed to try and keep his distance from seeing her naked. He didn't take showers or baths with her. He hadn't even watched when she got changed. Like seeing her naked would make his control slip. She hoped it would. She watched with eager eyes as his piercing blues roamed her body. His pupils blown wide at seeing her naked body once again. But then he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw as his fists tightened around the sheet. He was still fighting with himself and she was starting to lose hope of ever being satisfied again.
She had thought his resolve would have broken down by now but she was wrong. But she knew exactly what to do that would shatter it completely. She leant down, kissing up to his neck to his ear. A devious smirk painted her lips knowing what she was about to do. The beast inside of him wanted her, she knew that. And he wasn't one for self-control. She wanted to lure him out again and rile him up so much he had no choice. She'd always enjoyed playing with him in the bedroom. He was a lot of fun and it gave her a rush. And if Michael wouldn't give in, she knew his darkness would force him to. Her hot breath ghosted his ear and she nipped it teasingly.
"If you won't satisfy me, then I'll just go and find someone who will," she purred with a smirk. It widened at his reaction. How one of his hands gripped the back of her head tightly, how the other grabbed her ass hard she wondered if he'd leave marks. She fucking hoped he would. His breathing hitched, his body tense under her. The rush she felt was immense. Her whole body tingled in anticipation as she hovered near his ear.
She moved her face to his, eyes sparkling with mischief. And she was more than pleased with herself to see his dark black eyes looking back at her with a glare. They stared at each other for a moment and she knew he would know what she was doing since she wasn't hiding her delight that well over what she had done. But she knew dark Michael wouldn't give two shits about it either.
"Really now?" he asked darkly. A menacing smile tugging his lips that sent a jolt of pleasure right through her. She licked her lower lips, grinding her slick heat onto his hard cock a little and getting a growl from him. She leant down, her lips brushing his and his hand on her ass tightened even more.
"I need you, please. I need you to make me feel good, Please, my lord," she whispered softly. She didn't bother hiding her desperation knowing he would get off on it. Just like the words she had chosen carefully, knowing what he liked to hear when he was in his dark state.
She thought she heard him purr for a moment but wondered if she was just getting delirious from her insane arousal and lack of release.
"I… I don't want to hurt you," he muttered tensely. She blinked through her fog of desire, leaning up to see his face more. His eyes were still black and she wondered just how he was managing to control himself when his demonic side was out to play, especially after what she had said. She knew how possessive and jealous he got. Yet he was still fighting himself over it.
"I'm not fragile Michael," she implored. He stared at her, inhaling a shaky breath and closing his eyes. She felt a stab of annoyance at his rejection and she scoffed, sitting up about to get off him. He suddenly sat up, grabbing her face so she couldn't climb off him. His black eyes were searching her face like he was trying to figure out what to do about it all. She wouldn't meet his eyes, keeping them lowered under his gaze. She didn't like to admit his rejection hurt her quite a bit. He tilted her face up, making her look at him. She blinked slowly at him, wondering what was going on inside of that head of his. But then his lips crashed to hers. It caught her off guard and she gasped. He seized the moment to invade her mouth with his tongue in a kiss that was bordering on desperate. She kissed him back with as much fire, her desire for him overwhelming. One of his arms wound around her, hand splayed on her back and pulling her even closer as he claimed her mouth.
She didn't want to risk him having a change of heart, so she knelt up, grabbing his cock and sinking down onto it with a gasp. A low moan left his lips and the pair stopped kissing for a moment. Just sat there together as they both savoured the feeling after so long. His hand smoothed up her back and it made her shiver with desire, her fingers toying with the nape of his neck. She rolled her hips slowly, getting a feel for him once again. It elicited moans from the pair of them. She set a steady rhythm, slow and sensual as he kissed and sucked on the tender flesh of her neck and throat. His hands were roaming her bare skin, touching her like she was made of gold. Like he always used to. She felt content in that moment with where she was. Like the last of the darkness looming over them from what happened was easing from them.
After a harsh nip to her throat, she got faster, more desperate as she rode him. She needed her release and she wouldn't stop until she got it. Her moans bounced off the walls, bleeding into his grunts and groans. His large hands were gripping the flesh of her ass cheeks, digging in as he helped her move up and down onto his cock with ease. Urging her faster, harder. She felt like her brain was spiralling into oblivion as the pleasure increased at a rapid rate. Her whole body was taut and she felt like she was about to snap. She hid her face in his neck as her moans got higher, needier. Her lungs sucking in harsh breaths as each moan forced the air to leave them. He gripped her hair, pulling her face back up to his and she was met with his black eyes. He brushed his lips against hers softly, a stark contrast to the fast and harsh rhythm they had found.
"I love you," he moaned against her lips. His tender words had startled her for a moment. He was in his demonic state and she hadn't ever heard him say those three words when he was like this. Nor when they were going at it like frenzied animals. The pleasure increased at his words, bringing a new layer of intimacy with them.
"I love you too," she whispered, gasping a little when he gave a harsh thrust up into her.
She felt it, the moment she snapped like a string that had been pulled far too tight. A keening moan left her lips as she clamped down around him tightly. He moaned, the sound deep and guttural as his grip on her ass tightened. The pleasure spiked through her body as she came, feeling like her vision faded to nothing but black for a moment. All she could hear was his grunts and growls as he fucked up unto her desperately before he tensed up and she felt his release inside of her. Her body felt drained now. Leaning onto him as they both tried to catch their breath. She felt him lay down, his arms around her and bringing her with him carefully.
She just lay on top of him feeling content and satisfied. His fingers stroked her back softly, making her hum to herself as she tried to come back down to earth. When she could finally open her eyes, she leant up and blinked at him with a dopey smile. He grinned up at her. His eyes back to the beautiful blue shade as he leaned up and kissed her lips softly. She kissed him back, the kiss lazy and soft. She felt weightless now and she was glad they'd passed this hurdle. She rolled off him reluctantly as her thighs started to ache like a bitch. She flopped onto her back, a little sweaty but in the best way. She glanced over at him as he rolled to his side to look at her. His eyes were shining with adoration as he smiled at her. It made her stomach flip around on her.
"You're sneaky, you know that?" he asked with a wry smile. A light laugh left her lips as she rolled to face him too. Her smile widening when his hand moved to rest on the dip of her small waist.
"I don't know what you mean," she snorted, trying to look all innocent. He rolled his eyes playfully as a boyish laugh left his lips. She watched him adoringly, loving how his whole face lit up when he laughed like that. It always made her feel so warm on the inside.
He scooted closer, nuzzling her nose with his and making her smile like an idiot.
"My beautiful girl," he hummed, fingers stroking the skin of her side.
"My beautiful boy," she countered with a sly smirk, her cheeks heating at his compliment. He looked like an angel and he was here complimenting her. Shit was absurd. He grinned at her, kissing her lips sweetly and making her melt all over again. She was glad things were back to normal with them now. She'd missed this with him. Now neither of them had to hold back and things could start going back to exactly how they were before everything bad happened.