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Title: Always Been You
Rating: T, for a few curse words.
Chapter: Two
No, I don't own Transformers. Oh, but I wish I could.
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"Here's your coffee." Mikaela said, sliding into the seat across from Sam and passing over the steaming cup of tasty coffee. Sam quickly grabbed the hot mug, and took a long sip, relishing in the delicious taste.
"Thank you. Why didn't you get a cup?" Sam asked, before taking another tentative sip of the coffee so not to burn his tongue. Mikaela looked down at the table with a small smile.
"Didn't plan to be up this early, and I kinda plan on going back to sleep." Mikaela informed him. She saw the growing dismay in Sam's face as he realized he would now be awake, so she quickly comforted him. "No, no. I made you decaf. Don't worry." Mikaela said, smiling at him. "I'll even get myself a cup to prove it." Mikaela said, standing up and grabbing a mug out of one of the top cabinets. Sam couldn't help himself but stare as the edge of her short silk nightgown rose just above the bottom of her round butt. Sam gulped deeply and shook his head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts that had clouded it.
Once Mikaela had poured herself a cup, and poured more into Sam's, she sat back at the table. She took a few sips out of her own coffee, sighing lightly and running a hand through her long dark hair that fell to her mid back. Sam couldn't help but stare. Mikaela noticed, but decided not to make things more awkward by announcing that she had noticed.
"Thank you, for everything, Mickey. Really." Sam said sincerely, taking another drink out of the coffee cup. Mikaela couldn't help the smile that not only lit up her face, but the whole room. She looked down at her lap and laughed quietly.
"What is it?" Sam asked, curious.
"Nothing, nothing," Mikaela said, a smile still on her face. "It's just that no one's called me Mickey but you. It's been a while since I heard it. Just weird for me, I guess."
"How is that even possible? Mickey is the best nickname ever. I'm surprised no one else has used it yet." Sam said, shaking his head as he took a tentative sip out of the coffee.
"Well, we all know you're the best at nicknames, LadiesMan217." Mikaela said, staring him down with a smile upon her lips as she also took a sip from her coffee.
"Ah, shit." Sam said, gaining a small laugh from both of them. "That stupid username will haunt me for the rest of my life. Though, I did get a few naughty e-bay inbox messages." Sam said, smiling. Mikaela almost spit out her coffee, as she burst into laughter.
"How old were they, thirty-nine?" Mikaela asked as she quieted her laughter. Sam's dorkiness returned as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He took a sip from his coffee before joining her in her laughs.
"Bingo. Exact age on the dot. How did you know? Going through my personal e-bay accounts?" Sam said as he waggled an eyebrow at her playfully. Mikaela scoffed, before setting down her coffee mug.
"Psh, you wish. Almost everyone who sends dirty messages through sites like e-bay is approaching their mid-life crisis faster than they wish. Common fact. They have to get some kind of… sexual excitement, and I guess they get that from dirty inboxes." Mikaela said, shrugging, before taking another sip. Upon hearing 'sex' coming out of Mikaela's mouth, Sam's mind flashed once more with extremely animalistic thoughts.
This woman is a temptress. She's got to know what she's doing. Keep your shit together, Sam. Don't lose your hold on sanity over her. Even though it would be amazing if you could lose her clothes too… Sam thought, taking a sneaky look at the top of her lacy red silk nightgown. He shook his head, before putting his hands on both sides of his head and pulling gently, rubbing a hand back and forth against his hair.
"You okay, Sam?" Mikaela asked, concern filling her voice as she looked at him. He avoided eye contact. He didn't think he could hold it together if she looked at him with those tempting eyes of hers. He'd have to push everything off the small table and have his way with her until the legs of the table broke.
"I'll be right back." Sam said, quickly pushing away from the table and walking out her front door. He sighed deeply once he was out, away from her tempting form inside. Why did she have to be so goddamn beautiful? So sexy, perfect, seductive, tempting, all without even realizing what she was doing. He stood in the middle of her driveway, the sun still not risen yet, and looked around, before realizing something was missing.
Bumblebee.
Where was the flashy bot? Sam quickly ran down the sidewalk and back, but saw no sign. He turned to walk back into the house, before noticing his bag in the corner of the driveway. He quickly shuffled over to it. He picked it up, and noticed a small white note on top of it that fluttered to the ground.
"Sam? Everything okay?" Mikaela asked, approaching him slowly. In the golden sun, she was almost glowing, the silk nightgown hugging her beautiful curves. Sam cursed inwardly, of course she would have to come back out here and distract him. The things he would do to her. No, forget that. Back to the note. Sam squinted and started to read it.
"Dear Sam, I am so sorry I had to leave on such a short notice. I hope you are happy with where I've placed you! I know she can take care of you more than anyone else I know can. The government called the bots and I for more extensive training. I will report back as soon as I can. However, I am not sure how long that will be from now. Please be happy with the clothes that I have provided for you. Much love, your guardian, Bumblebee." Sam read the note and sighed, before feeling Mikaela's warm body right on his back. She read the note and smiled big, stepping away from Sam slowly.
"I love that bot! Next time you see him, tell him this, I still love you, and you'll always be my favorite bot. Can you do that for me?" Mikaela asked Sam. For a second, Sam allowed himself to hear 'I still love you, and you'll always be my favorite.'
"Yeah, I can." Sam said to her, smiling. He muttered under his breath, "I can do a lot of things for you, and to you."
"What was that?" Mikaela asked, barely hearing him. Sam looked up, and put on his best poker face. The last thing he needed was Mikaela looking at him like a creeper when they had just got reunited.
"Nothing, just thinking. I know I don't have enough money for a hotel, and even at a motel, I could only afford a few nights." Sam said, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of a way to work everything out, especially his living conditions. He doubted Mikaela would be up and willing to accept her ex back into her house.
Mikaela sighed before looking around, crossing her arms underneath her breasts to warm herself against the cool air. It took everything Sam had not to stare.
"You can stay with me until Bee gets back, if you want. I don't have anything else interesting in my life, and I could use the company. And it looks like you need some help right now." Mikaela said to Sam, smiling and uncrossing her arms, before turning to walk into her house. She made the motion with her index finger for him to follow her in, smiling. "Come on, don't just stand there."
Sam followed as quickly as a dog. And in the back of his mind, he imagined that motion with her index finger might just be inviting him somewhere else soon.
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As Mikaela gave Sam a tour of the small house, he looked around with spiked interest. The small house was completely Mikaela. Nothing too big, but just enough for her. But that was the problem.
It was a single person home.
"I…I guess I could turn my car parts room into a bedroom for you. I need to clear out most of that junk anyway. Minus well do it now or never, right?" Mikaela asked him as she walked into the room, flicking on the lights. It was the only other room in the house. It was very small, but had that homey feeling to it at the same time.
"I guess. But you don't have to do all this, Kay. Really, I could sleep in the tub again." Sam said with a smile on his face. Mikaela laughed and turned the light switch off, and turning and closing the door behind them.
"No offence, but climbing in a tub with us both naked doesn't seem like the smartest thing to do at the moment." Mikaela said. That was the truth. It would be the smartest thing to do. But her body didn't think of smart things at the moment. It wanted what it wanted. She had almost given up trying to control her raging hormones. She had the libido of a 15 year old boy.
"Yeah, you're probably right on that one." Sam said as he wrapped the robe around himself tighter. The last thing he needed was for Mikaela to see his developing hard on. Why did she have to get all descriptive like that?
"Well, since we don't have any other sleeping places right now, you can sleep in my bed. I have to go to work soon anyway, so just help yourself to anything you want, I guess." Mikaela said, leading him to her room. She flicked the light on once they reached it, illuminating her slightly messy room.
"Sorry it's not picked up, I wasn't really expecting any guests." Mikaela said laughing quietly at the last part. She quickly walked forward to pick up some of the clothes that were strewn in random places across her room. Once she had them all gathered in her arms, she kicked open her dirty clothes bin and tossed them in. She then tried to straighten the bed as much as she could, before leaning against her desk and looking around. She then took a glance at the clock and jumped off of her dresser quickly.
"Shit, I didn't know it was this late! I gotta go." Mikaela said. As she was telling Sam all of this, she was digging through her dresser and grabbing her ripped shorts, pulling them up underneath the nightgown. Sam tried his hardest not to look, but he couldn't help himself. She turned away from him before she peeled the nightgown off over her head and replaced it with a grey tank top. She tossed the nightgown on the floor, before grabbing her combat boots beside her dresser and quickly putting them on her feet.
"I'll see you later, Sam. My cell number is the same as its always been, in case something happens. Bye!" Mikaela said quickly, hugging him before stepping past him and out of the door. Once it closed behind her, he heard the rev of her motorcycle before she was off. Sam stood in the middle of her room, frozen in place.
"Well, damn." Sam said.