A/N: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut... Let me know what you think?
WARNING: Sexual material ahead! This is very explicit! You have been warned
Chapter 4: Touches Like Fire
After picking up some groceries for a camp-in "picnic", they were finally on their way to Micah's apartment. It dawned on Emily as they walked down the hallway to his door that she had never seen his place before. God, what if he's a slob? What if he is one of those hoarders who looks all nice and put together but actually turns out to be psycho?
Micah flashed her an apologetic smile as he fumbled to find his keys.
Alright, Owens, calm down. You are overthinking.
...You could still love him if he was a hoarder…. Yeah, this will be okay.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he pushed open the door to reveal a (thankfully) neat two-bedroom apartment.
The space was warm and inviting without being cluttered. A few houseplants lay in front of a bay window filled with afternoon sun, on either side book shelves ran floor to ceiling. It would've driven Emily crazy at home to have her books stacked in different directions; but running her finger down the shelves, she found she enjoyed the effect it had on the atmosphere. Relaxed and cozy. Every now and again the books were interrupted by a photo of friends or family and here and there an oddly sentimental trinket. A small couch with a throw blanket that wasn't folded and a neatly put together kitchen completed the look of lived-in and welcoming but tidy. As he put away the groceries, Emily couldn't help but admire how Micah fit into the space.
"Can I get you any wine?" Micah asked from across the room.
She smiled back at him and nodded a little. Her stomach was already aflutter and they had barely even started this date- she definitely needed the alcohol.
"Do you like my taste in books?" his voice startled her into a slight jump, nearly causing her to knock the wine glasses right out of his hands.
"Oh my god- I'm so- are you-?" Already she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
This is a terrible sign of what's to come. I should just say I'm feeling bad and go before I do more damage. Maybe we can still salvage our work relationship.
"Woah, woah. I see that look on your face. I'm fine, hey, look- I'm fine," Micah pulled her chin to look at him but still she bit her lip nervously, "Besides, you promised me a date."
He had her there. Smirking triumphantly, he set their wine glasses down and turned to face her again. He kissed her nose gently, "I'm going to grab the food. Don't go anywhere- okay?"
She only contemplated leaving for a few seconds before sitting down to sip her wine. Please don't screw this up.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Tyra:
"Heard u and Micah went home bc u were "sick" "
She was beat to a response by another text,
"Nice job. I knew you'd think of something."
Emily was still struggling to understand what she meant when a text string filled with eggplant, water squirt, and eye emojis rolled in: "? ﾟﾑﾅ? ﾟﾒﾦ? ﾟﾒﾦ? ﾟﾒﾦ?￢ﾀﾝ
Oh, that.
She was in the middle of texting out a response when Micah showed back up with a platter of cheese and picnic blanket. Nodding his head towards her phone, he asked, "Tyra?"
Emily blushed again, "Yea. She- well- yeah."
Better to not go into too many details there.
"So, Dr. Owens, tell me- when did you first realize you wanted to be a doctor?" Micah seemed genuinely curious as he spread the blanket for them in front of the window.
Emily scrunched up her nose and laughed at herself a little. "Actually, when I was little I wanted to be a concert cellist," she replied, her voice took on a touch of sadness as she continued, "It was my dad's instrument."
He nodded in understanding and waited for her to finish. "I had this delusion that if I got good enough, he'd hear about me and want to meet me," she smiled at the memory, "I wanted to tour with him more than anything... But turns out I hate being the center of attention. So I gave that up when someone asked me to audition for first chair and I couldn't. I thought a doctor would be a nice alternative."
Micah couldn't help it, he laughed a little. "I think you are the only person I know who chose doctor as an alternative."
"What was I supposed to do? Be a dentist?" Her nose scrunched up again. It was beginning to be Micah's favorite expression.
"Well, I'm sorry you never got to know your dad. But, I would love to hear you play again sometime."
She wasn't sure how he managed to look so genuine and kind all the time. It was like his face was permanently stuck on 'gentle'. Actually, scratch that. I've seen him pissed- not fun. But still, he seemed to be so …. Happy.
Does he make that face for others too? Or is it just for me…
Feeling selfish at the thought, she returned back to the conversation and her embarrassment at the memory of that night.
"Me? Noo, that was a one-time only private performance."
"What if I were to accompany you so it wasn't a solo?" He asked with a smile.
She was shocked, "You play?"
"Piano and only half decently. I'm definitely not as good as you."
"I doubt that," she said with an easy smile, "You seem naturally good at everything."
The room got quiet and Emily wasn't sure if the compliment was too much. At the moment, Micah was hard to read. He looked both shocked and amazed but Emily had no idea what at- both emotions could easily be 'good' or 'bad.' What did I say?
Finally, he spoke, "Sometimes, Emily Owens, you amaze me."
"What?" She asked, absolutely at a loss for what she'd done.
He rubbed the back of his neck a little, "I guess I got used to you being into Will and me waiting for you to come around. I never really imagined that you felt anything for me. I think I thought I'd have to convince you to do this. I just never imagined a reality where…"
He trailed off and shook his head a little at a loss for words.
"I said nice things to you?" She finished for shrugged his shoulders a little with a wry grin.
I've been so busying chasing the wrong guy I have completely left all the wooing to him.
His face was twisted in a sort of vulnerable half smile that broke her heart. I really need to stop making him sad. She leaned over, intending to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, but at the same moment he turned his head and caught her full on the lips.
At first, they were both surprised. But as Emily brought her hand up to cup his cheek, they melted into each other. The kiss deepened as she scooted closer to him and his mouth opened to her. He tasted like cinnamon and wine and Emily wondered why she'd never thought of the combination before. Now she wanted a candle made out of it so she could drown in the smell. His hands found her waist and began to play with the skin under her sweater.
Suddenly very hot, she broke the kiss to remove her wool sweater. He was quick to resume his attentions- this time to her neck and shoulders. His mouth was cool on her hot skin. Kissing each piece of her slowly and softly, she gasped when, with a teasing look, he nipped gently. She knew he was great at multitasking but the combination of his hands continuing their gentle circles on her waist and his kissing left her completely helpless. Just when Emily was sure she' reached the threshold into incoherence, Micah shifted his attentions lower.
With one hand he began to kiss all around her breasts and with the other he pinched and played with her nipple. His attentions were thorough but in truth he could have been barely grazing her skin and her reaction would have been the same. The anticipation, the electricity- he was playing her like a well tuned fiddle and she was basking in every moment. Finally, he came back to her mouth and, as clarity returned, she grew aware of their clothing imbalance.
Shifting her weight again, she tugged at Micah's scrubs- determined to have access to more of him.
He took it off promptly and she stopped a moment to stare at his well toned stomach. He was by no means as ripped as other guys but Emily found she didn't mind. In fact, she liked his lean in-shape look. Above all else, he looked healthy. She could tell he was starting to get insecure at the attention so she carefully pushed him flat on the ground and straddled his hips. Fluttering kisses on his stomach, she made her way back to his face. Intent to prove, if only through actions, the way she felt about his body. Eye level again, she took a moment to look in his eyes and admire the effect she was having. His pupils were dilated and his eyes half-lidded. Although, I suppose he does have a concussion so I may not be the cause of the dilation.
She kissed his neck and felt tempted to whisper something erotic and sexy but her confidence and eloquence failed her. Instead, she settled for returning to his mouth for an intense kiss. She let him take control of the kiss this time and was duly rewarded when he arched into her.
"Oh my god, Emily," He breathed when the kiss finally broke again, "You feel amazing."
Her fingers found their way down his stomach to the strip of hair leading to his belt buckle. It was curly and dark and when Emily gently grazed it, he shivered slightly. Quietly observing his reactions, she noted the goosebumps beginning to permeate and the heat rising in his skin. Looking in his eyes, she waited for a nod before continuing to unzip his jeans and help him out of them.
She stood up to take off hers and he rose with her, gently kissing her thighs as he provided support for her to step out of the pants. Both nearly naked, he took a moment to take in her body before telling her, "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
She blushed and looked away. But he lovingly guided her chin to bring her mouth to his. As his lips tormented hers, she felt his hands go to her ass. Obligingly, she lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. He backed her into the wall and suddenly she could feel his erection. Why have we never done this before?
He lifted her other leg to his waist and carried her the short distance to his bed. They fumbled to lay down gracefully and ended up collapsing on each other giggling. The mood broke a little as they laughed, but she was quick to pick it up again as his head rested on her stomach. She gently moved his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. It felt weird but also familiar and she realized she'd never been in a relationship where she didn't feel like the powerless one that needed protecting. With Micah, they took care of each other.
He twisted himself so that he was straddling her as she lay on her back. His hand snuck down to her panties and she nodded before losing all coherent thought to his ministrations.
Emily couldn't help but compare Micah's carefully attentive movements to Will's selfish taking. Micah seemed to listen to her every moan and note what made her do what. It dawned on her that he was learning her body. Her thoughts were jolted back to the moment, however, as an electric shock of pleasure coursed through her. She looked down to see him sucking the apex of her thigh, on his way to her pussy.
"Micah," she moaned when he finally arrived at the important spot. He had obviously paid attention to some anatomy class because he knew every place to hit. No longer the cool touch to her hot skin, he left little fires everywhere he went, burning his caresses into her skin.
On instinct, her fingers wove into his hair. She played with each close cropped curl as a tight ball began to wind in her stomach. Flexing her thighs with the movement of his tongue, she felt the pleasure in her fingertips. As it wound tighter, she knew it was time. So Emily reached down to his face and guided him back to eye level with her. They arched together and her hands attempted to find his boxer line. Failing in her goals, she got distracted by the feeling of the muscles ripple in his pelvis as he ground into her.
What did I do to deserve this man? She moaned and his hands left her face to finish her mission of removing his boxers.
Finally fully naked, they lay together for a moment, forehead to forehead, catching their breath before Micah pulled back to ask her, "Are you ok?"
She sighed slightly, "Far better than."
With another quick kiss, he reached between them to position himself. He slowly slid in and kissed her neck till he felt her relax.
His pace was slow and steady at first which gave Emily the time to roam her hands over his back. She had been fascinated with the human body since she decided to become a doctor in 7th grade but this was more than just anatomy. Micah's muscles glided under her hands as he rocked the two of them and she had a hard time concentrating with the overwhelming stimuli. His mouth was back on her neck and she couldn't breath the ball was getting so tight.
Oh god, he's doing everything and I'm just lying here like a limp noodle.
But Emily was too far gone to do anything but be the temple Micah worshipped. His pace picked up. With each retreat of his cock, she began to clench, begging him to come back. She knew she was close but she wasn't sure where he was and doubt began to creep in that with all his attention, she had left him behind.
He groaned into her skin and muttered as he nibbled her earlobe, "It's okay, I'm right behind you."
The ball burst and Emily saw stars. Her toes curled and her core felt like a fireworks show. Micah followed shortly after, his continued pace prolonging her pleasure. Finally he collapsed beside her and they took a moment to breath.
As they cooled down, she moved to snug into his side. Gently kissing his chest, she whispered teasingly, "Thank you."
He only groaned, "Not again."
He disentangled himself from her and headed towards what she assumed was the bathroom. Suddenly cold without his warm body, she pulled the blanket folded at the end of his bed up to cover her. When he came back with a towel, Micah stopped to smile at the picture of Emily, not quite asleep, naked on his bed.
Eyes close, she muttered, "Are you going to come keep me warm or will I just have to take this blanket for our next date?"
He laughed a little as he came to join her, "Emily Owens gets annoyed. I am shocked."
"Only when I'm cold and my source of warmth leaves," she replied as she snuggled into his chest.
Not quite sleepy, Micah held her to him and played with her hair. Finally, he softly asked, "So there is going to be a next date?"
Waking from her half doze, she leaned up to kiss his collarbone, "Only if we actually get to the eating part next time."
"Technically this time isn't over."
"Oh?"
"Well if the date was over then this would just be Micah and Emily, friends or even intern and resident, hanging out. And I don't know about you but this is not what I do with my friends or interns," he teased.
She giggled in reply, "Then I guess you are right."
Sure she had fallen asleep, he quietly hummed as he stroked her hair. It soon became an absent-minded singing as the song washed over him.
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
A sleepy voice joined him, "Hold me closer, Tiny dancer."
Micah started a little at the realization she was still awake, but decided to jump ahead a few verses,
"Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand"
He sang softly but still his voiced carried in the quiet apartment. As he took his breath for the last verse, he kissed her forehead and sang comfortable:
"But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, Tiny dancer."
Grabbing his hand, she kissed his knuckles, completely overcome at his tender serenade.
She scooted up so she was leaning against the pillows, intent on moving back to eye level with him.
"I think you have officially topped the records room."
Smirking a little, he whispered, "I told you I would."
A/N: Obviously the song reference is 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John. Feel free to look up the song if you don't know it, it's wonderful.
Other than that, though, what are your thoughts?