Part II: My baby left me!

Chapter: Nice Abs

Margot woke up to the scent of freshly ground coffee.

She stirred, stretched her stiff muscles, and enjoyed the feeling of floating in mid sleep, the smooth linen sheets on her skin, the softness of the pillow under her tired head, the smell of coffee and, something else, something so familiar that it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the scent of… John?

Her eyes opened, and she sat up with a gasp.

Oh yes, it really was John's bed. And she was in it, without any memory of how she'd gotten there. She groaned in desperation, and closed her eyes again. What the fuck had happened last night? She remembered Kat, telling her about Botox' love spell… and then Tequila. She'd come to look for John, that much she remembered, but not much more. She glanced around, and noticed that her jeans were neatly folded on a nearby chair, but otherwise she seemed to be dressed, still wearing her tank top and panties.

"Happy birthday." Myers' voice interrupted her thoughts.

Margot looked to the door, and noticed John, leaning on the door frame, holding a large coffee mug in his fingers. His face was unshaved, and he was wearing a pair of stonewashed jeans with a white T-shirt. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and Margot's cheeks blushed at the sight of him. She had a vague memory of kissing him the night before.

"Thank you." she managed.

Yes, it really was her birthday. She had forgotten. Had it really been just a year before, that they'd celebrated her birthday in Brussels? Myers had bought the Massimo Dutti suit for the occasion, and-

"26, right?" he asked.

Margot nodded, still trying to get hold of her slippery memories.

"Yeah. Listen…" she blushed. "About last night. We didn't… um, do it. Did we?"

"No, we didn't. I just helped you off your jeans, they're on the chair. You seemed to be uncomfortable sleeping them on, so."

"Right." Margot nodded. "Thanks."

"You want some coffee?"

Coffee? Hell, yes. Even if she didn't exactly suffer from hangover, Margot knew that caffeine would definitely help to clear her thoughts.

"Please. With milk and-"

"Sugar. Yeah, I remember how you like it." Myers replied, and turned to walk to the kitchen.

Margot watched him go, heard how he poured coffee into a mug and opened the fridge to get milk. She felt oddly out of place, like this was a dream. Perhaps it was, but if so, she never wanted to wake up.

She hadn't slept this well in months, and she knew it was because she'd been with him. He had stayed with her, the whole night, his familiar, comforting closeness keeping her safe in her sleep.

Silently Margot slipped out of the bed, and headed for the small bathroom to clean up, and to have a moment to think.

When Myers returned to the bedroom, holding a cup of coffee, he noticed the bed was empty. He placed Margot's mug on the night stand, and took a seat on the bed, leaning his back to the wall, still trying to grasp the thought that Margot had really spent the night here.

"I love you. I love you so much." she had said last night, whether she remembered it or not. That certainly gave him something to think about.

In a minute or so the bathroom door opened, and Margot stepped back into Myers' view. She was only wearing her panties and the tank top, her hair was a curly mess, a red halo around her small face, and her cheeks were rosy. She didn't meet his eyes, as she quickly returned to the bed, and slipped between the sheets, by his side.

Myers picked up the mug, and handed it to her - their hands almost touching as he did so.

"A lot of milk, and two sugars." he said.

A short moment of silence. Margot tasted her coffee, and gave him a small, shy smile - a sight that took his breath away, and made his heart skip a beat.

"You kept my toothbrush." she said then. "And my other cosmetic products."

"Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't make myself to throw them away, I guess."

"It's a good thing you didn't."

Myers didn't reply. He just looked at her, at her slender fingers holding the mug, her pale face and the red spots burning on her cheeks. Not that he didn't like her being here, but still - this was an unexpected sight after the way she had treated him for the past few weeks. And he needed to know what was it about.

"Margot… why are you here, really? I need an explanation."

Margot looked down, and bit her lip. She seemed to hesitate before answering.

"What did I tell you yesterday? I seem to have some gaps in my memory."

"Not much, really." Myers shrugged. "You said you had hated me for nothing, and that it wasn't my fault, none of it. I didn't understand, so please, explain now."

"Can I ask you something first?" she looked up to his face, her green eyes suddenly sad and serious.

"Sure. Go ahead." he replied.

"I need to see. I need to see what really happened with Beatrix Connelly."

His first instinct was to decline. He had played that damn tape in his mind a million times, trying to understand what had happened, trying to see how he could've avoided it. But there was something in Margot's eyes, that made him realize he had to let her see. If he didn't, they'd never get over this.

"Alright." he breathed. "If you must."

"Thank you." she raised her hand, placed it carefully on the side of his head, her fingers slightly brushing the skin of his temple.

He gasped, feeling the familiar pain and euphoria, of their minds merging. But yet, this time was different. It wasn't a union of minds, it was Margot, going through his memories as if she'd been browsing through a book. Myers felt helpless, with no control of his own thoughts, as she rushed through the past months, searching for the moment all had went to Hell. She had never read his mind like this before, and it sure wasn't pleasurable.

And then, the images of him kissing Beatrix, her hands on the waistband of his trousers, him pushing her hard against the wall and letting his tongue find hers. Myers tried in vain to push the memories away. He didn't want to see them, he didn't want for Margot to see them, but there was nothing he could do.

"Margot, don't." he pleaded. "Please-"

"Hush." she breathed. "Don't fight it, John. Let me see."

But she hardly needed his permission. She reached even deeper into his mind, to see what he had felt and thought on those moments - all of his shock and self loathe, the desperate need to resist Connelly's advances. He heard his own voice telling her again and again to stop, to leave, to go away, countless times, until the moment he threw her to the floor.

Gasping, Margot finally let go of him.

Her green eyes were huge, her face pale as death, as she looked him deep in the eye.

"She drugged you. And she abused you." her voice was failing her.

Myers blinked a few times.

"What... ? What do you mean, she drugged me?"

"Kat told me yesterday." Margot whispered. "She had found a perfume bottle from Connelly's room, and it turned out to be a some kind of a love potion."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not." Margot turned her eyes back to her coffee mug, her hands slightly shaking. "It was designed to lure men into her trap, to make every guy her willing slave. But you, John… you resisted her."

Myers didn't reply. He leaned his head heavily on the wall, letting a desperate sigh escape his lips.

Beatrix had drugged him. She had put a spell on him, to make him walk into a trap. Yeah, he could see that now, but yet it didn't really make him feel any better. He felt so damn stupid for not seeing her schemes, that it was all but unbearable.

"John?" Margot's voice asked.

"Yeah?" he turned to look at her.

"That was a kick ass move, to be able to resist her. The spell should've made you her willing sex slave, but you fought it."

He made a snort.

"Not well enough." there was a bitter taste in his mouth. "She got what she wanted anyways. That's why she drugged me, right? To get you out of the way."

"Yeah, me and Kat." Margot said. "Kat says it was that bitch, who convinced HB that he should reconsider his relationship with Kat."

"Really?" Myers asked. "I did wonder where Red got that stupid ass idea to leave Kat. Should've guessed."

Margot gave him a small smile, but her eyes were still sad - and he could hardly blame her. This was a messed up thing, a way more than either one of them had bargained for. Myers knew he wasn't the only one who's summer had been a living Hell.

"John." she breathed. "I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything. You didn't cheat on me. You did nothing wrong, and you tried to tell me that. But I didn't listen."

He was silent for a few heartbeats, turning his gaze away from her.

There was anger in him, and pain - he couldn't deny that. He had been through Hell. What had happened in these past months, had changed him, and his heart wasn't as light as it had once been.

"No, you didn't listen." he replied silently.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, John. I walked into Connelly's trap, blindly. I believed the lie she fed me, without giving you a chance to set it right. I should've had more faith in you."

"Yeah." Myers looked down. "But how could have you known? It wouldn't have made any difference, had you let me explain. Even I didn't know I was under a spell. I had no idea what made me act like that."

"No, John. I failed you. You weren't the one who let me down, it was the other way around. I'm so sorry for that, I really am. Can you… can you ever forgive me?"

Margot's voice was nothing more than a faint whisper, her gaze was full of fear and love. And suddenly Myers knew, none of the things that happened, really mattered. Not the spell, not the deception, not the miserable pain of losing Margot, or the sleepless nights, or even the almost dying in the Pyramid. It was all in the past, and he chose not to live in that anymore.

All that mattered, was Margot. This short moment in the bed with her, her eyes fixed in his face, felt like an eternity. All the possibilities, all the universes were open for him, and he reached for the one he wanted.

"I can't live without you, so what choice do I have?" he breathed - and kissed her.

With a surprised gasp, her lips opened to him. She buried her fingers into his hair, and pulled him closer, shivering from an emotion that bubbled in her mind like molten lava.

The kiss was slow, and deep, and raw. She invited for his tongue to enter, and to find hers, and the taste of her mouth, the coffee and the toothpaste, made his blood boil in his veins.

"I want you." Margot breathed into the kiss. "Thad, please..!"

Myers groaned, and pulled her into his arms. She made a small gasp, feeling his arms around her, as he pulled her into his lap, so that her slender thighs were on both sides of his. Margot's light weight on him made him feel a primitive need, that overtook his conscious mind and he almost lost it. He laid his impatient hands on her tiny waist, moved them to her hips, and a low, animal growl escaped his lips into her mouth.

"Christ, Margot, I-" he rasped, sliding his fingers under her top.

"Yeah, I know." she breathed, removing the top with one swift move. "I missed this too."

Her lips were back on his, her kissed hungry and desperate. She buried her fingers deep into his hair, succumbing to their kisses until she was breathing fast, and her heartbeat was rapid like the wings of a hummingbird. Myers let her kiss him the way she wanted to, let her set the pace, leaning his back against the wall. It made him high headed, feeling the need in her kisses, reading it from her mind. Groaning into the kiss, Myers let his hands find Margot's breasts, and palmed them hard, making her gasp. Christ, they felt so good! Small, but firm, their hardened nipples like cranberries under his touch.

"Oh, harder!" Margot moaned, as he gently tugged on them - and then did as he was told, pinching her nipples hard with his fingers.

"Jesus, Thad…!" she gasped, and Myers read her pleasure from her mind, like an electric shock that went through them both, making him moan too. He grabbed her breast harder now, while moving the other hand to her crotch. Even through the fabric of her panties he could feel that she was wet already, slick and swollen for him.

His fingers were ruthless, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, finding her tender, dripping folds. Oh, he found her clit so easily, her need guiding his hand, and a desperate wail of need and pleasure escaped Margot's lips into his mouth, as he pressed his palm against it and began to massage.

"Oh, fuck, John, I-" her sentence was interrupted by yet another kiss from his lips, her words turning into an animal moan as he entered two fingers into her tight, swollen heat. She pressed her crotch tight against his hand, and wrapped her trembling arms around his neck. From the way she swayed her hips, he could read just how much she needed him. It made his erection throb and ache in the pressure of his jeans. But it wasn't his hand she needed inside of her, it was his-

"I need to lose the pants." he rasped, pulling his hand away.

"Yeah." she breathed, her eyes huge, her pupils dilated.

She sat back, but didn't get up. Her fingers were on the waistband of his jeans, rushed to open the buttons and pull down his boxers - to release his cock from the agony of his pants. It stood hard, it's veins pulsing with blood and desperate need, and Margot's cool fingers slid on it on a way that made Myers bit his lip.

"Oh, I missed this…!" she gasped, as she straddled him, and guided him in. His shaft sunk deep into her heat, with one sweet, long shove, as his hips answered her passion.

"Christ, Margot!" he moaned. His hands gripped her waist, the softness of her hips, her sharp hip bones that arched high under her silky skin. It felt even better than he had remembered, the sweet sensation of stretching her open, drinking the echoes of her pleasure from her mind. He let her set the pace - slow, deep, leisurely, but yet desperate and raw. Her need surrounded her like a deep well, and he felt like falling. His hips answered her sways with exigent need, as he thrusted his cock deep inside of her.

"Hold me!" she breathed. "Please…!"

He wrapped his arms around her slender form, her shivering body, and pulled her close. The hardened nipples of her small breasts brushed against his chest, and made him groan. But there were too many clothes still, his T-shirt and jeans, and her panties, and they just needed to go, right now!

Groaning, he broke the kiss, and laid Margot down on the bed. He ripped off her panties, all soaked with her fluids, and got rid of his own remaining clothing, just to get on top of her, back inside of her, into the sweet oblivion and bliss he knew he'd only find within her.

For there was nothing but this moment.

Nothing but the way their bodies moved together.

Nothing, but her hands on his back, her fingernails in his skin, the way her legs wrapped around his hips, begging for him to push harder, deeper. She was gasping for air now, sobbing and crying out his name, and he knew she was on the edge, just as he was too, and he only needed to keep on doing just what he was doing, and-

"John!" she gasped. "Please, I'm gonna-"

And her back arched from the mattress, her inner muscles clenching tight around his aching shaft, and her mind pulled him with her. Together they fell Into the sweet release, the blissful gratification, and as he came, he cried out her name.

Still trying to catch his breath, burying his face into the sweaty skin of her neck, he wrapped his arms tight around her trembling form.

"I love you." he breathed into her hair. "Gods, I love you so much."

"I take it you forgive me, then?" she whispered.

"Hell, yes. But only if you forgive me too."

"Nothing to forgive. You are perfection." she whispered, taking his breath away.

He rose up to support his weight on his lower arms, to take a look at her face.

He loved the way she looked right after sex - her cheeks burning, her lips all red and swollen from the kissing, her pupils dark and dilated. It was mind blowing to know he had made her look like this, feel like this. He had made her come, and his cock that was still deep inside of her, felt the last waves of her orgasm as a proof of what had just happened.

"I'll never let you leave this bed again." he rasped. "I swear, I'll never let you walk out of that door, not ever again."

"Okay." she breathed.

"I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this bed, making love to you."

"I'm liking that plan." Margot made a small laugh, and he couldn't resist, but kissed her again. Christ, her mind on his was nothing but love, and pleasure, and it was the best thing in the world.

But just then there was a loud knock on the door, and they both startled.

Myers broke the kiss, groaning. "I'm so not going to get that!"

Margot giggled. "You'd better. It could be important."

"Nothing is as important as this."

She pulled him closer, for a short, gentle kiss, but it was interrupted by yet another loud banging from the door. Someone was really trying to get their attention.

"Go on." Margot gave him a smile of a vixen. "We'll continue afterwards. It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Oh, fine." he gave in, pulled out of her, and got up from the bed.

The bangning from the door continued, as he quickly stepped into his jeans, and buttoned them up.

"Coming!" he shouted, running his fingers through his hair.

He had barely had time to open the door, as a blue figure rushed into his room, without stopping to ask for a permission.

"Myers, what the Hell took you so long!" Kat spat out. "I need your help!"

"Yeah? What is it?" Myers replied. He glanced nervously towards his bedroom, but luckily the bed - with naked Margot - wasn't visible from here.

"Margot's gone missing."

"She's what?"

"I told her something yesterday, something she didn't take that well, and she rushed out of my room with a bottle of Tequila… and I haven't heard from her since!" Kat's voice was strained, and her blue face palish from worrying. "She didn't come back the whole night, and I'm worried sick. You've got to help me find her, John."

"Um, you see, the thing is-" he felt like blushing. What the Hell was he going to say to her?!

"No John, you don't get it! Margot was really erratic, even more than usually. I'm worried she might have done something to herself. It's not like her to disappear like this, without letting me know she's fine."

"She's fine, believe me." Myers stated.

"Huh?" Kat raised an eyebrow. "You've heard from her?" she glanced around his room. "Hey, kid - isn't that my Tequila bottle on the table?!"

"Kat, calm down. I'm right here." Margot's voice interrupted Kat, and both her and Myers looked towards the bedroom. There was Margot, leaning on the door frame, wearing nothing but a bed sheet she'd wrapped around her naked form.

Kat glanced from Margot's flagrant 'I've just had sex' -look back to Myers. She blinked a few times, suddenly taking notice that he was in fact still shirtless.

"Oh." Kat said, and broke into a grin. "I see."

"I'm sorry I didn't call you." Margot said. "First I was too drunk, and then I was… um, busy."

"Yeah, I can see that." Kat grinned, and made a small laugh. "Busy, indeed. So… you guys back together, then?"

Myers cleared his throat. He felt his cheeks burning.

She glanced at Margot, who was trying to suppress a smile by biting her lip.

"We're… still working on that." he managed. "We were kinda in the middle of something."

"Yeah, I bet you were." Kat laughed. "Get back onto it then, lovebirds. I'll leave you in peace. And I'll tell the guys not to bother you today, Manning too."

"Thanks Kat." Margot said. "Later, let's have a beer and I'll tell you all about it."

"You'll what?" Myers asked. Christ, could he blush any more?!

"Just girl talk." Kat reassured. "Don't worry boyscout - I'm not into details. But Myers, seriously, if you mess this up again, I will kill you, you hear me? Be nice to her this time, and keep your dick where it's supposed to be."

"Kat, please." Margot laughed. "Just go on, already."

"Yeah, yeah." Kat waved her hand and turned to leave. "See you later. But hey, Myers?"

"Yeah?" he asked, walking her to the door.

"Nice abs." She winked, and disappeared with a 'bamf'.

Okay, folks! This was it, the part II of my story!

Myers and Margot are happily together again, yay. But as always, more drama is just waiting to happen! Keep on reading if you will, and please, please, if you've managed to read this far, then take a short moment of your time and review! Your reviews are the thing that most motivates me to keep on writing, so please, reward me with one. :)

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