I woke up and looked at the beautiful woman in my arms. I smiled, remembering the events of last night, how we had finally done what I had wanted to do since the moment I had laid eyes on her. I loved Michelle so much. God I loved her. I wanted to kiss her, but couldn't bear to wake her up; she looked so peaceful, so perfect. I removed my hand from her face and crawled out of bed best I could, trying my hardest not to wake her. I walked around to the foot of my bed, looking at our clothes sprawled there.
"Baby, what are you doing?"
I looked over at her. She had just woken up.
"I was going to make us some breakfast." "When do we have to be back at work?" "Not for another two hours."
"Mmmm, come back in bed."
She smiled into the pillow. I looked at her, a grin spreading across my face. I went and got back into bed with her, kissing her as I got in. She started nibbling on my ear, and I could tell that she wanted to continue where we had left off, which was fine by me. I turned over and climbed on top of her. We started to kiss; she put her arms around my neck pulling me closer. We made love again. I loved feeling her smooth skin against mine. 'Screw work' I thought. I could have stayed in bed with her all day.
He kissed me passionately. It was just what I needed. I wanted to stay there with him in bed all day, just making love. I knew we couldn't, but at that very moment I couldn't have been happier. He let himself collapse onto me, his head buried in my neck. He started to kiss the crook of my neck, making me melt. I couldn't breath. I found myself gasping for air, not able to speak. I loved this. I didn't want this feeling to end. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I could see him smile as he continued to kiss my neck. Finally, he went back to my lips. He rested, closing his eyes and touching his forehead to mine."Do you have any idea how much you are killing me?" I said, my chest heaving.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
"Maybe," he said, giving me a devious smile that told me he new exactly how much and was thoroughly enjoying it.
He rolled off of me so that he was on his side, looking at me, picking up my hand and playing with my fingers.
"Can we just skip work and stay in bed all day? I'll make it worth your while."
He laughed. I was actually serious, but the rational part of my brain kicked in. I was so lost in my love for him that I just stopped thinking about reality.
"No. We can't do that. Unfortunately. You know what, though?" he said, kissing my lips.
"What?" I said in between short kisses.
"We can do this again tonight," he said, sitting up so that he was sitting to the side of me, looking down at me, his hand on my stomach, my head in the pillow, looking at him.
I smiled at him.
"OK," I said, sitting up and kissing him on the shoulder before climbing out of bed.
Still naked, he watched me walk out of bed and grab his shirt. I put in on and buttoned it most of the way up.
"What about that breakfast?" I said, throwing his boxers at him with a grin on my face.
I got out of bed and put my boxers on. I walked around to her and put my arm around her. We walked into the kitchen and she curled up on one of the stools by the counter."What do you want to eat?"
She thought. Then she smiled at me.
"French toast."
"Ah, sounds perfect."
I grinned at her. I started making the food, her sitting there, watching me. When I was done we sat down in bed and ate.
"Mmmm, this is why I always make you cook."
I grinned at her.
"It's not very hard. My dad used to make them for me all the time. I just mimic what he did."
"Still, at least this way I get delicious food and don't have to cook."
She smiled at me. I didn't mind. She knew I liked to cook and I knew she didn't, so it worked out well for the both of us. Once we finished our breakfast I took our plates back into the kitchen. When I got back into my room, Michelle was unbuttoning my shirt she was wearing, and looking around for some clean clothes she had left at my apartment. The shirt was now only covering her back and I found myself watching her every move.
"Top drawer," I said, not moving my eyes.
She smiled at me and went to the said drawer. She took out some black slacks and a button up shirt.
"Aren't you going to pick me out something to wear?" I said, smiling at her.
This was one of her favorite things to do in the morning. She liked picking out what I was going to wear, and I always felt better in the clothes she had chosen. She went into my closet and pulled out black slacks and a white shirt.
"You look sexy in simple stuff," she said, grinning at me.
I loved that grin, that sexy, seductive smile. Her smile extended to her whole face, and I found myself lost in it, lost in her eyes, full of my ever consuming love for her.
I tossed him the clothes, walking over to his dresser and grabbing him boxers. He watched me the whole way, and I concealed a smile at the thought. I stripped off Tony's shirt and began to get dressed. I walked over to him, buttoning my shirt, and kissed him. He smiled. I began to button his shirt for him, and I could feel his eyes staring at me. I smiled and looked up at him."What are we going to do at work today?"
I paused and thought about it. I knew it would be even harder than it was yesterday, now that we had reached a new level of intimacy in our relationship.
"Take periodic, 'breaks'."
He laughed. I smiled at him. He was in a very good mood.
"We better get going," I said to him, "We don't want to be late. Are we just going to do the same thing as yesterday?"
"I definitely think we should," he said leaning in towards me.
I laughed.
"Not that. Although, that too. But I mean, going to CTU, and leaving. Same thing?"
"Sounds good. But before we leave-"
He kissed me. I put my arms around his neck, and he pulled me in closer, one arm around my waste, the other on my cheek. He nibbled my lower lip, kissing me harder. Finally, he pulled back, resting his forehead on mine.
"We should go."
"More," I said, kissing him.
He smiled.
"Think about it this way. The sooner we leave the sooner we get there and the sooner we get there the sooner we can sneak around. And then after that our shifts will be over and we can go to one of our apartments and do whatever we want to do. And I know what I want to do."
He ran a finger on the side of my cheek. I grinned at him.
"OK."
I pecked him on the lips and grabbed my purse, him grabbing my hand before we ventured out of the apartment. We went down the stairs, got into his car, and before I knew it we were at CTU. I looked around carefully. There was nobody in the garage. I kissed him one more time before we had to leave.
"I love you," he said, looking deep into my eyes.
"I love you too, baby. Let's go inside."
We both got out of the car and walked around so it looked like we were coming from different sides of the lot as we approached CTU. I could tell Tony was in a very good mood. He couldn't stop smiling. I went in first, sitting down at my desk, turning the monitor on, and looking at the documents in front of me. Tony walked in. He got as far as halfway to my desk before Chase came up to him.
"Tony I need the access codes for the frames and I know that you need to approve it but, its gonna be a pain in the ass so if I could just get them without-"
"Whatever you need, Chase," Tony said grinning, looking foreword in my direction, instead of at Chase.
Chase looked stunned.
"Man, someone got some last night."
Chase walked away in disbelief at the amount of arguing needed to convince Tony. Tony glanced at me. I could see he was trying to hide a smile. As for me I was nearly having a heart attack trying not to laugh and eventually just put my arm over my face and laughed. At this, Tony, still walking, put a hand over his mouth, pretending to cough, to conceal his huge grin. He got to his office and I heard the familiar ring come from my phone.
"Right on the ball, huh?" He said.
I cracked up.
"You are in a much better mood at work than you normally are," I whispered into the mouthpiece.
"I have you to thank for that."
I could here the amusement in his voice and could feel myself blushing.
"I know what you mean," I said, returning to a businesslike voice.
"Yeah, I love you too. Talk to you later."
"Yeah."
I hung up the phone smiling. Yesterday I had said that exact sentence and he had known what I meant. Today it got the same point across. It was my way of telling him I loved him, and just thinking about it made me grin. I loved him; he loved me. I found myself concentrating on the simplicity in that statement. We were in love.
I hung up the phone and grinned. I couldn't think of anything but her, her smile, her laugh, her love, my love for her. I stared down at her workstation where she had begun to type something. I heard the door open but didn't register that it meant somebody was coming in. I kept staring at her. My God she was beautiful."Tony?"
I was unable to peal my eyes from her face. I just sat there in awe, in complete love and devotion of the woman in front of my eyes.
"Come on Tony, snap out of it."
I saw someone's fingers waving in front of me, obscuring my vision of Michelle.
"What?" I said angrily, annoyed that I was being interrupted.
I realized where I was and what was happening and snapped back into business mode, swiveling my chair back into position.
"Oh, hey Jack, what's up?"
Jack sat down in the chair opposite me, smirking. I looked down, unsuccessfully stifling a grin.
"You really love her, don't you?"
I glanced up at him and then down at Michelle and then back to my desk.
"Yeah, I do."
"So tell me about it," he said, leaning back in his chair with amusement.
"C'mon, Jack, I'm not going to talk about her with you."
"Why not? It's clearly what's on your mind so you might as well spill so that we can actually get some work done."
"I can work."
"C'mon Tony. Talk to me here."
I paused and thought. I usually wouldn't have even considered it, but I could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't going to drop it until we talked about it.
"Well, she's absolutely amazing. She's perfect," I said, looking down at her.
"And," he said, grinning.
"And, what do you want me to say, Jack?" I said exasperatedly, still slightly embarrassed.
"Well, how's it going?"
It was a rhetorical question. Jack had seen us. Of course he knew it was going well.
"It's going good. She's fantastic. Can we talk about something else now?"
"No, I'm actually quite entertained," he said, smirking.
"Fine, Jack, fine. Here is my last piece of dignity. I am completely in love with her. I want to be with her all the time and when I'm not with her I'm thinking about her. She is the most beautiful, sweet, intelligent, sexy woman I have ever met and every second I am with her I am in complete and absolute heaven. So basically, you sitting here and having me vent my love of her to you is just going to make me concentrate on the fact that I can't be with her right now and we will never get any work done with that depressing thought on my mind. There it is. Enjoy."
He just grinned at me. I was starting to get quite annoyed.
After a pause he said, "So, the sex must be pretty good then."
"Jack!" I said, in disbelief of what he had just said.
"Well if you're in love with her it's always better."
"This conversation is over, Jack."
"Why?" he said, looking slightly affronted but mostly just amused.
"I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you, especially when it has to do with someone in this office and especially not when it has to do with somebody that I care so much about."
"Come on Tony, just between us guys."
I glared at him but couldn't help feeling slightly amused.
"Well?" Jack said, pressing me harder.
"What do you think?" I said, letting out a breath.
"I think it's probably pretty good. So, when did you guys start doing each other?"
"Jack!" I said again.
"Curiosity is a good thing," he said in an innocent voice.
"Couldn't you just ask when we started dating, like a normal person?"
"That's not nearly as fascinating," he said, still laughing at the taken aback look I was sure was on my face.
"Fine, I can tell you're not gonna drop this, so I might as well tell you so we can get some work done. Remember, Jack, work? Work, the thing we're supposed to be doing?"
"Yeah, yeah. So, answer the question."
I hesitated.
"Last night was the." I paused. "Last night was the first time."
"Damn! You must really love her. You dated her for two months and didn't sleep with her? My God, Tony."
"I really love her, Jack."
"Obviously! Two months," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, really, how was it?"
"Not this again-"
"Come on, Tony."
I paused.
"It was really good," I said laughing, finally letting my guard down.
"See. There you go," he said laughing.
I stopped laughing. We both looked down at Michelle. She was working at her station. Jack looked over at me.
"I used to get that look."
I looked over at him.
"It sucks, doesn't it? Being so in love that you think every time you see her and aren't with her it's gonna rip your heart out?"
"Yeah, it does," I said quietly.
"You've been there, haven't you?"
It was a statement more than anything. Jack looked sadly at Michelle and then back at me.
"Yes. I have. It's terrifying and wonderful all at the same time."
He stared down for a second and then seemed to snap out of it. We both looked at Michelle.
"I think she knows we're looking at her," I said, laughing again, trying to lighten the mood.
"The women always know," he said, us glancing up at each other and smirking.
She looked up at me deviously, and we both pretended we weren't watching her, but she grinned, and I couldn't not grin back. I heard my phone ring and smiled, knowing who was on the other end. I rolled to answer, Jack smirking at me.
"Almeida."
"What are you two talking about?" Came her voice.
I felt relief consume my body.
"You," I said, smiling. Jack was watching me.
"What about me?" she asked, smiling while looking down at her desk.
"About our sex life."
I grinned. I know that would make her go off.
"Tony!"
I laughed.
"Why don't you come up here where we can talk about it more thoroughly? We can even kick Jack out."
She let out a small laugh, and hung up the phone. I saw her get up and start to come to my office, glancing up at me, shaking her head. Jack sat back in his chair, looking like he was ready for some popcorn and a show.
I walked up to Tony's office, half furious, half highly amused. I couldn't believe he had been discussing us having sex with Jack. Jack. I opened the door to his office, slightly nervously as Jack was still in the room, and closed it."My God, Tony. What in the hell were you thinking?"
He grinned at me, sitting back in his chair. I could tell he was enjoying seeing me battle with my feelings.
"Don't worry Michelle," Jack said, in a mock concern voice. "I won't tell anybody that you both got lucky last night."
I felt myself blush and sat down on the couch, leaning my head on my hand.
"Oh God."
Tony laughed harder.
"Did you guys plan out how to torture me?" I asked, now starting to laugh.
"Is it working?" Tony asked.
"I think I'll leave you two alone," Jack said with a smirk.
I watched him walk out with an evil grin on his face. He closed the door. I looked down at the floor. Tony came over and sat by me. He put his hand on my neck and started rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"Sorry about that. He wouldn't drop it. I hope you aren't upset," he said quietly.
I heard the sincerity in his voice and felt my anger melt, leaving me only with my amusement.
"It's fine. Nothing I can really do about it now," I said smiling at him, finally meeting his eyes.
I found myself entranced in his eyes. They were full of emotion, desire, love. I stood up and went and sat on his desk, looking at him with the most seductive look I could muster under the roof of CTU. He walked over to me, standing in front of me, gazing across at me. My heart started to thud. He put his hands my waist, and pulled himself closer to me. I put my hand on his neck and pulled his head down to mine. Our lips were hardly an inch away. He leaned in and kissed me once, softly, and pulled back so we were an inch apart again. I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his head, his around my back, pulling me closer. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt so he could kiss my neck, and I ran a hand through his dark hair. His lips found there way back to my mouth and I kissed him, pulling him closer to me. He grinned and kissed me back. I pulled away. He ran a hand over my face and tucked a piece of my loose hair securely behind my ear. I looked into his eyes, full of love for this man in front of me.
She looked at me and I looked back. I still found myself shocked at how beautiful she was. I smiled at her, removing my hand from her face. She licked her thumb and rubbed at the lipstick on my mouth.
"We have to stop doing this, Tony," she said in a quietly defeated voice.
"Why?" I said, buttoning her shirt and peering up into her face.
"We should be able to keep our hands off each other for ten hours."
"Yeah. We should," I said, "but I can't."
She grinned at me.
"I'm with you there," she said, kissing me on the neck and hopping off my desk.
I watched her. She walked to the corner of my office where there was a small mirror, checking her hair. She fiddled around with it and then wiped her lipstick off. She turned and looked at me, trying and failing to suppress a grin. She walked up to me, placing a hand on my chest.
"I love you," she said, leaning into me and kissing me quickly on the mouth.
"I love you too baby."
"I'll see you later, OK? I've been counting-"
"You've been counting?" I said, smirking at her.
"Shut up," she said jokingly. "As I was saying," she said with a grin, "I've been counting and we only have four hours left. Let's see if we can go that long. It's looking grim," she said smiling deviously at me.
"I agree."
"Bye," she said, not able to stop glowing yet still walking to the door, opening it with one last glance in my direction.
"Bye," I said, unable to stop grinning, but sadly looking back down at my desk.
I heard her leave and looked up to see her walking down the stairs, Adam coming up to her immediately, Michelle automatically taking charge, kicking ass like she always did.