This is my first fic on the smutty side, so sorry if it's kinda cheesy. Anyways, this chapter is set after Reuniting the Family.
"Kids, rooms. If you find dead bodies, cheap women, or Trevor Philips…we're checking into the Rockford Hills Hotel." Amanda's laughter from when Michael rolled his eyes was cut short when she saw the state that their house was in. Michael must have dismissed the maid because the place was a mess. Her husband had never been the neatest person she'd ever known but this was the worse it'd ever been. It looked like a tornado had ran through the house, with fast food bags and empty beer bottles scattered carelessly throughout the kitchen and living room.
She managed to close her mouth, which had fallen open in shock. "Jesus, Michael…" Amanda finally said in disbelief.
Michael's eyes shifted to floor as he started walking towards the kitchen. "Yeah, I, uh… I didn't have much time for housekeeping." That time had been dedicated to robbing banks, escaping gunfights, and drinking until he passed out after said gunfights.
Amanda followed him into the kitchen, biting her lip slightly. While she was filled with excitement to be back with Michael, there was also the feeling of being unsure of where their relationship stood.
Michael seemed to be completely aware of the tension and nervousness that hung between them as he leaned against the counter, smiling uncomfortably. "So…" he started, breaking the silence that had seemed to last for several minutes.
"So…" she echoed, staring at the counter top.
"How was your, ah, boy toy, after what happened earlier?" Michael asked with a smirk on his face, obviously satisfied at how things went.
"He'll live," she replied with a smirk of her own, glad that asshole got what was coming to him. They lapsed into silence again as she began to wonder what she saw in the yoga instructor in the first place.
"I know it got a bit heated back at the therapist's," Michael admitted, his bitter chuckle bringing an end to the quietness. "You have to know, those things I said, a lot of them weren't true. I mean, I could never...kill you."
"Michael, I've never been scared of that," Amanda said honestly. The thought had never crossed her mind, not even in the middle of their worst fights, where his face was bright red and they were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. "I didn't mean some of the things I said either, but didn't it feel good to get all of that out?"
"Yeah...it really did." Michael finally met her gaze, his eyes seemingly staring straight through her soul. Her mouth went slightly dry when she suddenly remembered how gorgeous his piercing blue eyes were. At how gorgeous he was. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander along the rest of his body.
From those beautiful eyes to the light wrinkles on his forehead and the stubble framing his strong jawline. She tried to resist the strong urge to bury her fingers in his dark hair, to tease the few grey strands between her fingertips, or to kiss his soft lips like she'd done so many times throughout the years. To her, it was an understatement to say he'd aged well. When most people got older, you could tell that their glory days were far behind them, that there were no remnants of the beautiful person they'd once been. It had always been one of her biggest fears, in fact, but her husband was an exception. If anything, he had seemed to have gotten more attractive in the time that they'd been apart. God, he even looked thinner...
Her gaze slid down to his hands, which were nervously tapping against the counter. She smiled slightly. He always had such strong, deft hands that could hold her just as easily as a gun. Regret hit her like a truck as her eyes landed on his fingers. He was still wearing his wedding ring. It would have almost been better if he'd simply took it off, but despite the problems and fights they'd had, he kept it on. She'd left her own at the house before she left. It had only served as an unnecessary reminder for all of her mistakes. Sighing sadly, she looked back up at him.
Her jaw dropped slightly when he slowly took off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed his hard, muscular, forearms and the scars on them from previous fights. By the smirk on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. "Kinda hot in here isn't it?" he remarked with a cocky smile.
She held her tongue, wanting to say that wasn't the only thing that was hot. "So, how are we going to get rid of this mess?" she tried to change to subject, looking around the house.
"Well, I have no clue where the maid is, so I guess we better go about fixing this ourselves," he answered, dragging the garbage can out to the living room.
They started cleaning up the room. Amanda raised one of her eyebrows when she saw Michael's hands behind his back and the sheepish look on his face. "What do you have there?" she asked innocently, walking towards him.
"Me? Shit, nothing," he replied hastily, his face flushing a little with embarrassment. "Ugh, fine," he surrendered, handing her the book he'd tried to hide.
"Chains of Intimacy?" Amanda slowly read the title out loud before she realized what he'd been reading. "Michael! This book is filled with porn!"
"Hey, I was lonely!" Michael held his hands up, mildly trying to defend himself.
"Oh, well…guess where this is going?" she asked teasingly, not giving him a chance to answer before promptly dropping it into the trash. "Speaking of that, I thought the first thing we'd do when we got back together would be a bit more sexy than this," she said, her nose scrunched up slightly as she threw away another empty beer can.
Michael flashed her his trademark smirk, which made her knees go a bit weak. "Ah, well, we still have our second thing," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
It wasn't until they had finished that Michael asked the question she'd been dreading ever since they got home. "So, why'd you do it?" he said softly, his head down.
"Do what?" she wondered, even though she was sure she knew what he was talking about.
"You know what I'm talking about," Michael looked up at her with such sadness and confusion in his eyes, a look she rarely saw, no hint of malice or sarcasm marking his words for once.
Amanda sighed, trying to come up with a good explanation herself. "I...I fucked up, Michael. I never hated you or wanted to get divorced...I just wanted the man I married back. You were ignoring me and the kids, drinking until you passed out every night. And when I found you with that stripper, it...broke me. I thought maybe if I showed you how much it hurt, you'd notice me again. But then…" she took a deep breath, trying to blink away the tears that had started to form. "Then you got back into your old life and our fighting got worse. I thought you'd never change...so I left."
"I'm...uh, I'm...really sorry, Amanda. I never wanted any of this to happen. You and the kids didn't deserve all of that," Michael started to pace around the living room. "I pushed you away, and tried to deal with everything alone. No excuses, I'm an asshole. I know it's a bit too late but...that stripper didn't mean anything...I was just being a drunk dumbass. I just want to put this in the past and start fresh, y'know?" He stopped only inches from her, his eyes filled with a longing and desire that she'd been trying to get from him for years.
"Me too…" Amanda breathed out, her bright blue eyes locked on his lips.
The two stared at each other, wondering who would make the first move. Finally, he leaned in and kissed her lightly, almost hesitantly. You can do better than that, she thought as she ran a hand through his soft black hair, the other cupping his jaw lovingly as she deepened the kiss. The only way to describe it was desperate. Desperate to forget all of the bad memories, desperate to repair their relationship, desperate to love each other like they once did.
They only pulled apart for air, both unable to stop smiling. "I missed you so much, Amanda…" he whispered, her gentle touch shooting a warmth through him that was a thousand times more powerful than a shot of his favorite whiskey.
"I missed you too, Michael...this you," she said softly, referring to the charming, affectionate man she fell in love with. His face was framed between her hands, his skin warm and smooth except for the coarse stubble forming on his jaw.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment that lasted way too long before their lips met again. This time, Amanda made the first move. She grabbed the collar of Michael's shirt, pulling him closer to her, never wanting to let go of him again. Michael matched her intensity, his hands starting to roam her body. They kissed with an unrivaled passion, with even more desire than when they first got married.
She didn't even notice she'd started unbuttoning his shirt until he pulled away slightly, chuckling. "You know the bedroom is still pretty messy," Michael said with a wink as his hands came to a rest on her waist.
"Yeah, uh...we should go take care of that," Amanda replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to the stairs.
They all but ran up the stairs, stealing kisses along the way. The couple came to an abrupt stop at the top of the stairs when they saw their daughter standing in her doorway, staring at them.
"Umm...what are you two doing?" Tracey asked them suspiciously. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed her parent's slightly red faces and her father's half unbuttoned shirt.
Amanda elbowed Michael in his side, silently forcing him to respond. "Ow!" he said with an annoyed glare at his wife, before his expression turned embarrassed again. "There's...uh, something I left... in the bedroom?" he tried to lie unconvincingly.
"Right…I don't know if I should be really happy for you or really grossed out. Thank God I was just gonna leave anyways," Tracey grabbed her car keys before walking past them with a knowing smirk on her face.
"Have...fun...I guess?" she called back before exiting the house, the door making a loud thud as it shut behind her.
Michael and Amanda were still standing there awkwardly. They stared at the empty doorway, then each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. Michael was still chuckling as he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Amanda barely had time to shut the door behind her before Michael picked her up and pinned her against it, his soft lips moving gently against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him through every movement. One of her hands moved to clumsily lock the door, the other arm wrapped around Michael's neck.
Michael dragged his lips down to her jaw, pausing briefly to nibble on the space below her ear, a spot that he knew drove her wild, then finally onto her neck. She quickly finished undoing the buttons on his shirt, moaning slightly as the kisses continued on her neck. Amanda's eyebrows shot up as she took off his shirt, seeing that abs had started to form on his stomach.
"How'd you get these?" she whispered in a seductive tone, running a hand over the muscles.
Michael looked down, a slightly surprised look on his face as if he had just noticed for the first time. "Ohhh...I guess that's what happens when you're running for your life from the cops every other day," he said with a slight grin, not giving her time to respond before he pulled her own shirt over her head.
They'd been separated for far too long, he thought. Not just in the time she'd been gone, but also the years they had wasted thinking that they hated one another, while they were really desperate to love each other again.
Those thoughts were put aside as they fell backwards onto the bed. Michael pulled back slightly, his dark blue eyes boring into his wife's while his hands absentmindedly caressed her body. She always had eyes that he felt as if he could drown in. Right now, he was suffocating as he noticed that they were shining with lust and desire. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine, shaking his whole body. She gazed up at him with a knowing smirk, glad that she could still get a reaction like that out of him.
His breath hitched and he pressed his lips against Amanda's to muffle the sound, his tongue rediscovering her mouth, before shifting his kisses back to her neck. His lips glided over the soft skin, nipping where he felt her pulse thumping beneath him, earning a groan from her. She was surprised at how much passion he had, not that she was complaining. Amanda's hands slid up to his face, fingers gently stroking his cheeks. Still, they went further, going up the back of his head and burying them in his hair as she faintly whimpered in delight, loving the feeling of his lips on her bare skin.
Michael smirked at her response as he kissed her collarbone. His lips moved along her body, never staying in one place for long, until he reached the waistband of her jeans. His gaze shifted upwards, eyes boring directly into hers as he began to slowly, almost tortuously in her opinion, unbutton them. "You're such a tease," she complained, her breathing reduced to sharp gasps.
"...and you love it," he finished her thoughts with a low chuckle as he pulled the zipper down and tugged them from her legs. He tossed them to the floor and leaned down as she pulled him closer. They kissed passionately, a fire in them that they thought was long gone reignited and stronger than ever setting their nerves alight, before they broke apart slightly, both breathing heavily as she undid his belt and started to push his pants off his hips. Michael hurriedly kicked his pants behind him before leaning back down to kiss her.
They kissed like there was no tomorrow, unable to keep their hands off each other. He explored every inch of her body, memorizing every detail. Each scar - both old and new - she rediscovered made her more determined to please him. Pleasure raced through their veins like a drug, ecstatic at another chance to spend the rest of their lives together and put all of the horrible memories that plagued them the last few years where they belonged - in the past.
Michael collapsed on the bed beside Amanda, wrapping his strong arms around her, both of them trying to catch their breath.
"Do...do you think we did that...too soon?" she asked, panting as she pulled the sheets up to their chests.
He just shook his head, kissing her cheek lightly. "Think of it as making up for lost time," he whispered in her ear.
They laid tangled together beneath the blankets, silent for a few moments until Amanda suddenly muttered, "I'm so sorry."
"For what?" he asked distractedly, brushing a few strands of sweat soaked brown hair from her forehead.
"For...everything," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Don't be. It's over...we're together now," Michael held her closer as if to prove his point. "I'm almost done with my old life for good. After that, we're gonna fix this and do it right this time."
"I'd like that. I love you, Michael…" she murmured tiredly and she can't remember the last time she said it without being sarcastic so she decided to make him know, "...so much. I know I don't act like it but I do...I always have."
"I love you too, Mandy...more than you know. I never stopped either," Michael managed to breathe out, feeling himself start to doze off too.
She smiled and cuddled closer to him, holding him tightly as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
Michael had never been one to fall asleep quickly, but he was surprised to find himself hit with overwhelming exhaustion. With a weary smile, he stroked Amanda's hair as she slept, admiring his wife's beauty for the first time in a while. As he started to drift into unconsciousness, he finally knew what his purpose was: to be a good father and husband. Just a few hours ago, he thought he had no future, that he'd be dead soon anyways. Now, with his wife peacefully asleep beside him, he figured that maybe, just maybe, he'd get the happy ending that he came to Los Santos ten years ago for.