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The details of the contract ended up taking up a great deal of time, hashing out all the details that would be ruling your life for the next 5 months. It was up to you to make the decision by the New Year. And even that deadline was giving you some anxiety.
The contract was edited to allow an out for all participants so if at any time a decision is made, or someone couldn't handle the pressure any longer, there was nothing binding to force them to stay. That was something you fought for. In the case of self interest, you also fought for the ability to get time to yourself. While your days were being halved between the two of them, you reserved the right to say you didn't have the energy or willpower to spend the day with either of them.
Other than that, the rules were as follows: The trial period would commence for five months, over the period of which both the decision on a set relationship and your choice of employment would be made. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday belonged to Michael, in which you would be able to work at his company and get a good feel of things. On Sunday, Tuesday, and thursday, you'd be at Hiddleston & Co.
Much to your surprise and somewhat indignation, Tom expressed what appeared to be a sincere desire to start using your abilities to a greater capacity. When you looked up at him questioningly, he had the decency to look bashful. "I've come to realize that Fassbender here has the right idea about you. I figure if I can show you what I can offer you as well, it might even the ground a bit," he explained.
Despite the humor you felt every time Tom refused to call Michael by his first name, the inexplicable frustration that rose up inside of you at his words made it difficult to respond with much more than a nod. But he was right to some extent. The even ground would make a sincere difference and it wouldn't be the choice between your future and a relationship.
Saturdays would be on a turn basis and as Tom still had those tickets for Les Miserables next weekend, the rest of the day would belong to Michael. The rule set in place was there would be no spending the night unless the next day was yours as well, something you argued for as both men looked rather uncomfortable at the notion of sleeping over while they sat across from each other. It was way too much fun to watch them squirm.
And squirm they did as you specified information on contraceptives and making sure that the decision you had to make wouldn't be distorted or forced by something like pregnancy. If they wanted sex, just to extra careful, they would also use a condom, no matter how they felt. This was going to be legitimate in every way, so clauses and precautionary measures had to be taken.
Another issue that had to be outlined in the contract was absolutely no public knowledge of the agreement. If word got out, it could destroy your reputation and paint Tom and Michael as playboy's, effectively damaging both companies severely. That didn't necessarily sit the best with you, knowing you'd desperately need someone to talk to about what was going on, but there was just no promise it wouldn't leak out. It was for the best.
The meeting ended somewhat awkwardly as the three of you signed the newly revised versions of the contract. Michael had made hasty notes and crossed out things that needed to be changed so it was just the first edition of the contract. He'd probably come around with the finalized version over the next couple days, but for this thing to start, it required that the three of you to sign.
Your hand paused over the paper. The little line asking for your signature taunted you as you contemplated the wisdom in this decision, searching for the reason your instincts didn't like this. Probably because it was going to hurt one way or another. At the end of five months, you could absolutely be in love with both of them, but you'd still have to choose, breaking a large piece of your heart off. And you'd hurt them.
The tension in the room became nearly unbearable, so with a quick exhale, you signed your name quickly and handed it over to Michael. It was clear that this was all it took to break the ice beginning to form in the room as both men immediately relaxed. And they signed quickly and without your hesitation.
In that moment, you knew you'd hurt both of them. Yeah, they signed on for this, literally, and this is what they wanted, but there would be no way to keep from hurting them. They were too determined to win, too stubborn and dominant. The emotional toll of five months might stick with them much longer than you ventured healthy.
"Love?" Michael's voice ventured, breaking you out of your increasingly depressing thoughts. He stood in front of you, looking at you like he knew exactly what you were thinking. "Would you like to go?"
You nodded, looking down at your feet while you took a deep breath. No more overthinking this. Whether or not it was a good idea, it was happening and there was no turning back now. Maybe you should just call an alone day. You didn't know if you had the energy to do anything big and it wasn't fair to Michael to have to deal with you when you got like this.
Somehow you managed to walk to the elevator lost in your thoughts, feeling Tom's burning gaze as he watched you both leave. You could practically feel his longing from across the room, the worry that you'd never walk back into his arms again. Michael was considerate enough not to wrap his arm around you until the elevator doors closed.
The warmth of his embrace brought you out of your introspective world and into the moment with him. He was perceptive enough to see you were bothered by the whole thing. Maybe you wouldn't even have to ask.
Michael pulled away just enough to look you in the eye. "What do you want to do today?"
"Umm…" you paused, uncomfortable about expressing the desire to be alone. "I don't know, Michael. I'm just really worn out right now."
He looked at you thoughtfully for a second. " Whatever you want, I'm willing to do, love. I made no plans for the day so you'd be able to choose what you wanted. If you want something low key, we could always just put on some movies and get popcorn and do a movie night?"
"That sounds wonderful, actually," you answered with a small smile. You could probably manage a night like that if you tried. Hell, it might even end up with some slow morning sex tomorrow if you played your cards right. Or a shared bubble bath.
And there went the exhaustion immediately as your body became hyper aware of the man standing next to you. The intensity in which he looked at you promised so much more than a night filled with movies and popcorn, pinning you with even the smallest sideways look. What is it about elevators and Michael that set your skin aflame with desire?
The doors opened with a ding that loud enough to break you out of your daze. Michael followed your lead as you stepped out shakily and began heading for the parking lot. The silence was tense and worrisome as he walked you to your car. It wasn't like you had a reason to not say anything… You just couldn't think of anything to say.
As you made it to the correct level you were parked on, Michael finally broke the silence. "So, I'll head back to my place, put on something more comfortable, and head over. Is there anything I should pick up on the way to your place?" He asked courteously.
"Whatever you'd like," you answered softly. "I trust your judgement."
As you started to continue walking, Michael grabbed your hand and had you spinning backwards into his arms. He looked at you with that same intensity only softened by the affection he held for you as he forced you to look in his beautiful blue eyes with a simple finger under your chin.
You hadn't realized he had started speaking until a moment after he had, your brain still catching up. "Love, I wanted to clear something up before we head our separate ways. Firstly, I wanted to thank you for agreeing to this. As difficult as it may be for the three of us, it gave me the chance to woo the woman I'm completely bewitched by."
You blushed warmly. Being wanted was so completely new to you and here he was, thanking for you for possibly breaking his heart. You were the girl that got cheated on, that was ignored and thrown about like a worthless object. But Michael looked at you like you were a priceless gem.
"That being said," he interrupted your chain of thoughts and consequently your impending attack on his physical being. "I'd like to tell you that I have no expectations going into tonight. You don't have to do anything or be anything you don't want to tonight or any night you choose to spend with me. All I want is to get the chance to enjoy your company, however you choose to offer that."
You blinked for a second, taking his words in. No expectations. Just two people watching movies and hanging out for a night, despite the fact they just signed a contract that detailed everything from sexual protection to sleeping arrangements.
Unable to keep yourself back any longer, you rose on your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his lips, making sure he got the idea that you had absolutely no problem with something happening if it did. He responded immediately by wrapping his arms around you and crushing your body to his, probing your lips with his tongue until you opened them and gave him full access.
Just like the moment earlier in Tom's office, the world around you seemed to melt away as Michael kissed you. It was like a sweet surrender that left you utterly breathless. It felt like a symphony of movements, each building in their own crescendo, leaving those lucky enough to witness it at the edges of their seat. A kiss shouldn't be this powerful, but it always was.
You managed to find the strength to let go of him just enough to look into his eyes, the two of you slightly breathless. Those turquoise depths were darkened with lust, much like your own probably were, and there was a hint of the dominance he hid behind his careful layers about to peek through in the tightness of his jaw and the set of his lips.
Your hand reached up and soothed the lines that were beginning to form as you told him how incredible he was. "Thank you, Michael. Seriously. For everything you've done to be as considerate as possible, to keep from demanding anything you probably deserve to expect. For looking at me and seeing something even remotely desirable, which.." You continued, holding a finger over his lips as he was about to interject with what was probably a vehement exclamation about anyone being so blind as to not see your beauty, "Is something life has proven to be practically impossible. Yet you see it and try to fight me on it without a second thought. And I just wanted to tell you how much that means to me."
"Love," he began, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear. "I would spend the rest of my life showing you just how desirable you truly are if you'd let me. And I intend to start today."
With that, Michael pulled you close once more and kissed you deeply. There was something about this kiss that was completely different, stripping you of your insecurities and replacing them with a warmth that had you close to losing it right then and there. It was like a promise ring, filled with the affection and tenderness that comes along with that commitment.
After a little while, he pulled away and smiled at your dazed expression. "We should really get going if we plan on watching any movies tonight, love. Are you sure you'll be able to drive yourself home alright?"
"I'll be fine," you countered with a little bit of sass. If there was one thing that was enough to break you out of any daze, it was the challenge of your capability.
He let out a small chuckle and gave you one of his dazzling smiles. Of course he did it intentionally just to rile you up. "I'll be over in an hour or so. Choose some movies you'd like to watch together and get comfy, ok?"
You nodded with a roll of your eyes and walked over to your car, making sure to swing your hips just an extra bit before getting into your car. You weren't sure if the small cough you heard was just Michael clearing his throat or him choking in surprise. Now it was your turn to give a smug smile.
In the end, you'd decided anyone willing to sit through a Harry Potter marathon would be worth your time. So you got out your Slytherin coffee mugs and your fuzzy socks along with the comfiest set of sweats you owned. If he wanted a movie night, he was going to get a full out movie night.
Were you nervous? Absolutely. But tea and fuzzy socks always had a way of putting you in the warmest of moods.
Bring on Michael and all of his sexyness because you had an arsenal of comfort to battle it!
So there you stood, looking at the snacks and cookies and tea mugs sitting on your coffee table while the menu screen of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" playing on repeat when the small ding of the elevator caught your attention. And out came Michael with a handful of stuff.
"Hey, lo…" He paused immediately, taking in your fuzzy socks and unicorn sweats with a horn sticking out of your chest. The look of shock on his features was entirely worth any feeling of humiliation you were feeling. "What in God's name are you wearing?"
You placed a hand on your hip and gave him your best sexy look. "What, is this not Netflix and Chill enough for you?" You teased warmly.
"No," Michael answered, his voice a little gruff for a second before he cleared it with a cough. "No, they're perfect. Though I do feel a little overdressed now."
From what you could see from around the tons of bags, it looked like he was wearing a long tee shirt and a fitted pair of jeans. "You could always take your pants off if you'd prefer," you offered with a smug smile.
Michael gave you a look before walking over to your kitchen table and placed the bags on the counter. Immediately he began undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off in one swift motion. You gaped at the simple grey boxer briefs he wore underneath, completely fazed by the fact he just went along with your suggestion and just stood there like there was nothing different.
"Ah, that's better," he said with a smile before walking over to open one of the bags. "I hope you like Italian because I've got garlic bread and pasta and way too much junk food." He turned back to you, giving you a small reprimanding look. "If I gain like a hundred pounds after tonight, I'm going to blame you."
You giggled at his comment, taking in the sharp contours of his body and the beautiful butt looked way better with the thin layer keeping his skin from being open to the air. There was no way he'd be the one gaining a hundred pounds with that kind of body.
You stole a piece of garlic bread and ran over to the couch with a small plop. "And I hope you like Harry Potter because we are going to try and manage watching all 8 movies over the course of this contract," you countered, not really giving the option in the first place.
"That being said," he answered, walking around the kitchen table with his plate of alfredo before sitting next to you. "I should probably warn you that I'm rather horrible to watch movies with. I'm someone who enjoys making a lot of comments on what's happening and most people get rather irritated with me quickly."
You groaned miserably, knowing this would be a long marathon. But it's not like you hadn't seen every movie hundreds of times and was capable of quoting the whole thing on repeat so if it got too bad, you could just counter.
So you sat next to each other, watching the early innocence of the Golden Trio as they struggled to master spells, and outsmarting Hagrid. And all the while, Michael did a pretty good job of saying nothing other than the occasional sarcastic comment.
"Oh, yes, let's send children into the forbidden forest as punishment. Not like they're in any danger from giant spiders, centaurs, and god knows what".
"Funny how none of them could figure out where the troll was until AFTER the first years had to freaking beat it with first year spells."
"And of course a bunch of kids are capable of beating trials by grown wizards. Why they didn't just choose to put the stone around Dumbledore's neck instead of this elaborate and ridiculous plan CHILDREN can get through?"
You quickly learned that the best option was to shove food and drink into his mouth so you made way too much tea and tried to keep offering him chips or snacks every five minutes. He was probably catching on, but you figured it was best to just keep going until he said stop.
In return, he probably dealt with the random lines you felt the need to quote. In reality, who could not say certain things? How does anyone just listen to "Now I'm going to bed before the two of you come up with another plan to get us killed, or worse, expelled"?
Needless to say, it made things interesting. But instead of letting the irritation get the best of the both of you, it made the movie more fun. Had it been something neither of you'd seen before, it would have been horrible, but the familiarity made room to put up with each other. He was just as much a part of the comfort as the socks you wore.
By the ending credits, somehow you'd managed to lay your head on his chest and cuddle up to him. It had started slowly as you moved closer to him, judging his reactions to each brush of your body against his. You tried to not react to the slight movement around the bulge that looked delicious from the thin material of his briefs. It spurred you on, giving you more confidence to get closer.
By halfway through the movie, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter against him, letting you feel his hard muscles against the soft curves of your body. It felt absolutely wonderful to be pressed up against him. It wasn't sexual, but the mounting tension in your body screamed possibilities.
When the first movie finished, Michael ran to the bathroom real quick, leaving you cold without the burning heat of his body next to you. Ok, maybe less food and tea if you wanted this to progress into anything. But when he came back, he immediately pulled you close once again and let you curl up in his lap.
The second movie had less comments and quoting as Michael drew figures with his fingers into your skin. It started as little movements back and forth on your knees and thighs, rubbing the length of your leg with slow, deliberate strokes. And it had you sighing and burrowing impossibly closer at the sensation.
There was no pressure to move forward, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to. He called to you like a siren, drawing you closer and closer to this disastrous destination, bringing along the promise of so much more, even with the most platonic touches. You wanted to taste him and feel his naked skin against yours as he delved into the sensitive places of your body. You wanted to know what the burning desire in his eyes looked like when he unleashed it. You wanted it all.
The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, whether or not you'd imagined it a million times over the week or so you'd known him. Here, in this moment, you wanted him desperately. Your body responded to every touch and every silent question that asked if you wanted more with little sighs and shudders that were evident to the both of you. And if the growing bulge in his brief was any indication, you were affecting him too.
Try as you might, the movie no longer held you attention as your eyes scanned the length of his body, resting on where he was getting harder by the second. You bit your lip and tried to ignore the itch in your fingers to touch him, but your whole body flushed at even the thought of wrapping your hand around his cock.
Unable to resist the temptation, you reached your hand out and grasped his semi-hard length through his briefs, shuddering once more at the feeling of him jolting at the sensation of you touching him. But he didn't remove your hand or try to stop you so you took it as encouragement. Slowly, you mapped the contours of his length, memorizing every detail you could. He was really thick, so much so you could barely wrap one hand around him. It didn't look like he had the length Tom had, but he certainly made up for it with the width and the slight curve upwards the promised to hit all the right spots.
He was magnificent. A part of you longed to pull him out and figure out his sweet spots with your mouth, but you also didn't want to break the moment. Michael was tense against you, but the little hum he made as you skimmed over his sensitive head told you he didn't mind.
You weren't going to stay satisfied by groping him through his briefs, so you began to try and pull him out, frustrated with the stretchy spandex that didn't want to release him to your eyes.
Just as you breached under the elastic, Michael caught you venturing hand in his own quickly and forced you to look up at him. His eyes burned with that desire once more, his jaw set in determination to have you immediately. He breathed hard, trying to regain control once more before he growled at you.
"Don't start something you don't want to finish, love," he warned,
Deliberately keeping his gaze, you answered his challenge by grasping his length firmly in your hand. The searing heat in your palm did just as much to send you throbbing as his hissing intake of breath at the flesh to flesh contact. You experimentally moved, pulling at the skin to cover his sensitive head before letting it fall back again.
That was the extent of exploration Michael allowed you before he put an end to it by taking both of your arms in his hands and flipping you on your back with him kneeling between your legs. You gasped softly at the quickness of his movements, allowing him the chance to kiss you hard.
Your arms were effectively pinned above your head as he ravished your mouth. If every kiss before this one had been hot, this was burning the entirety of your being. He took everything you had to offer and left you moaning against his greedy embrace. His knee pushed forward to press against your core, making your body grind against him to relieve the pressure that had you whimpering desperately.
Michael pulled away from his kiss to look you in the eye with a predatory gleam. "Alright my little minx, you win. Here I was, trying to watch these movies with you and keep things low key, but you just had to go and ruin my plans. So you are going to get what you asked for," he grinned mischievously.
He transferred both of your wrists into one hand to free up the other hand, which immediately began teasing the curves of your body slowly. Your body arched into the sensation of his drawing his forefinger over your collarbones and neck. He was clearly determined to take his time, much to your chagrin.
He pulled at the zipper keeping your unicorn sweat top together, making you feel every inch coming undone. Surprisingly, he wasn't fazed in the least by the giant horn in the middle of your chest as he watched the clothing part before him. His grin gave way to a more hungry gleam as your skin appeared and he realized you weren't wearing a bra. Hey, comfort right?
Instead of immediately touching the skin he uncovered, he waited until the top was completely unzipped before pulling it off your shoulders and tying the jacket into a complicated knot to keep your hands stuck together, freeing both of his hands in the process. The cold air hit your chest uncomfortably as your nipples pebbled in response. Most people didn't go straight to bondage the first time, but that seemed to be his personal favorite.
"I believe I promised you mind blowing pleasure, love," he growled into your ear, making you let out a small whimper. He sucked your earlobe into his warm mouth before biting down softly, sending you into more uncontrollable movements against his thigh between your legs. There was no denying the damp heat he must be feeling on his skin.
Michael allowed his hands to explore the lines of uncovered skin, touching just enough to keep you wanting more but still not even close to enough. He was unhurried and deliberate, finding the sensitive parts of your body in his slow exploration like a musician tuning a piano, plucking each string with precision. There was no denying that he'd done this many times before.
His lips followed the trail of his hands, sucking gently on the junction between your neck and your jaw, the curve of your shoulder, your pulse point, your sternum, and finally your desperate breasts. The sensitive undersides were caressed softly before he enveloped your nipple in his wet mouth.
You instantly moaned loudly, but instead of being annoyed by your outburst, he simply smirked up at you before sucking hard. He was determined to keep you desperate and happy all at the same time. It was exquisite torture and you could hardly believe you deserved such treatment.
Michael played with the waistband on your pants while continuing his ministrations to your breasts, never once faltering. His hands pulled them down and off with very little effort, leaving you in your simple pair of cotton black underwear that had been completely soaked through at this point. His wicked forefinger played with the damp material, finding your clit with ease as it jutted up hungrily and giving it a few flicks.
At this point, your noises had become completely uncontrollable. Fortunately, he didn't seem to mind, but if you had any presence of mind, you'd be completely humiliated by the whimpers and whines coming out of you. The independent woman was now completely melted down into a wanton, needy thing that you couldn't fully recognize. At least he was happy, you thought.
Michael stopped his slow torture and pulled off your underwear, leaving you open to the air, your musk quickly filling the room much to your embarrassment. "Oh love…And they say roses smell sweet," he exclaimed with a groan. His fingers parted your outer lips slowly, giving him a full view. His jaw immediately tightened as he got a view of his prize, dripping needily for him.
"Fuck me, Michael," you groaned, desperate for him. If he didn't take you soon, you were sure you'd die of fever or need.
He met your eyes as his fingers touched your clit once more, sending jolts of electricity through your entire being. "No," he purred. "I have no intention of taking you until you are begging for me, until I have pushed this beautiful body to orgasm so many times you forget your very name. I made a promise and I intend to keep it."
With that, his hands went to work, finding a rhythm on your clit that should truly be illegal as it is probably some sort of dark sorcery. His other hand played with your entrance, gathering up the wetness and made shallow explorations. His lips once again claimed your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it with precision.
You'd completely lost track of everything as you drowned in sensation, your body quickly building into a crescendo before you could realize what happened. There was no stopping it as you quickly found your release, quicker in fact than you ever had before. And he was in no way done.
His mouth moved lower, trailing on your stomach and navel before joining his hands on your core as he slowly brought you down from your magnificent high you'd just experienced. His burning gaze met yours as he brought your hips upwards in his lap and gave himself access to taste you.
The look on his face as he got his first real taste of your body was almost enough to send you into another spiral. No one should look that sexy going down on anyone, and most certainly not you. He treated you like you were a dessert to eaten slowly and savored. And it made you blush at the idea anyone would want you like that.
He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you feel every slight movement of his tongue, enjoying the torture he gave you because it was a promise of a high that was completely worth the wait. He focused on your clit, drawing the entire alphabet into the sensitive organ while you moaned loudly and gripped at makeshift bonds. You panted desperately, feeling the build much slower this time, each inch of your crescendo like climbing a mountain side. And he was deliberately taking his time.
And about half way through, he used his hands to make you rush to completion like the tide to the shore. He penetrated you slowly with a long, rough finger as you clenched around him. You gasped at the penetration, caught unawares by its exploration inside of you. He twisted his hand slightly, hitting in an upwards stroke to make you let out a needy wail. There was no denying how much you wanted him to just give into the burning hunger in those eyes.
He probably couldn't keep up the slow pace any longer as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger back inside of you and flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. His hand fucked you mercilessly while his mouth was determined to make you see stars. With a shout, you fell over the edge as tears escaped your eyes at the intensity.
Michael wasted no more time as he quickly kicked off his boxer briefs, giving you a wonderful view of his bobbing erection, throbbing and purple with need. "Sorry love," he said gruffly. "But I couldn't go without you much longer." He stepped away from you to grab a condom from his pants before immediately coming back to the couch, opening the wrapper, and rolling it over his hard cock in a swift motion.
"It's ok," you gasped as he drew himself over you very sensitive clit. "I'm pretty sure I have amnesia. Who am I and where are we?" That made him smile. "And whoever you," a shallow thrust with a slight frown, "Don't stop what you're doing!"
He placed himself at your entrance and took your face into one of his hands. "Let's see if I can make you remember. And I plan on letting my name be the only thing you'll know for sure when I'm done with you". With that, he entered you in one swift thrust.
You gasped and moaned all in one sound, stretched once again to an almost painful feeling with him throbbing inside of you for a moment as you adjusted. He pulled out completely, only to bury himself in your heat once more.
"Michael!" You moaned as he filled you to the hilt, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit.
He snapped his hips and groaned in approval before picking up the pace a bit, deliberately hitting all your spots with every thrust. Changing the position up a little bit, he put one of your legs up around his shoulder and leaned over you as his thrusts hit even deeper. If you thought your moans were loud before, they'd turned into shouting matches now. Every other word was his name or a swear word. You'd completely lost control of your mouth.
A hand snaked between your bodies to play with your clit as he built a punishing pace, making your body clench around his hard length delectably. Somehow between 'Michael' and 'Holy Fuck', you found yourself cumming around him without any pretence or warning. His pace didn't slow for a single moment as he had you chasing an even more delectable high than before.
"That's it, love. I want you to let go all over me. Let me feel your pleasure as your sweet little pussy clenches around me," he purred breathlessly in your ear.
As if by command, your body immediately obeyed and went over the edge, this time sending him with you as he managed a few more thrusts before cumming hard with a guttural roar from his lips.
There were very few things as marvelous as having sex with Michael. One of them would be the way he treated you afterwards, kissing away the tears from your face and untying the shirt gently before giving your shoulders a soft rub to release the tension from being held in that position for too long.
As soon as he'd disposed of the used condom and cleaned the two of you up, he grabbed a large throw blanket and threw it over the two of you as you delved back into the world of Harry Potter just as the second movie was nearing the end. Being in his arms after you'd just experienced the best highs of your life was the most perfect experience you'd ever had.