Feels like forever since I've updated this! The holidays were super busy, sorry I didn't get an upload in last week. As for the Christmas fic, I just didn't really like how it turned out. Anyways, here is a chapter about Michael and Amanda's first date.

"A bar? Really, Michael?" Amanda leaned against her counter with a smirk, phone held in between her ear and shoulder. "On our first real date?" Their last attempt had been ruined by an interruption from a very high Trevor Philips.

"Hey, we don't have that many options in this town! We can talk, drink, and do, ah, other things," his voice lowered a bit and she could practically see the shit-eating grin he had on his face.

"I guess you're right," she agreed with a sigh. "This better be the best date of my life, Townley."

Michael chuckled on the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm not too worried about that, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight," he said before he hung up.

"Asshole…" she muttered with a small smile on her face.

Michael sat the glass of whiskey in front of her, watching as she made a face at the drink, all blue eyes narrowing and red lips frowning. That red lipstick that had stuck to the rim of her already empty glass of wine and would surely be stuck to his lips by the end of the night. A devilish grin crossed his face. "You don't drink it?" he asked, sipping his half empty glass.

She swirled the contents of the glass. "Only when I'm desperate or wasted."

"You're barely even old enough to drink," he said.

"Since two weeks ago I am," she replied cheerfully.

A confused look crossed Michael's face. "But...we met three weeks ago…"

Amanda just shrugged. "Some rules are meant to be broken, darling. Besides, I have no idea how you're crazy enough that you can drink this sober," she said in disbelief but took a mouthful of the golden liquid anyways.

"Mandy, you hurt me," he pouted, feigning shock.

"Just being honest with you," Amanda said with a catlike smirk, a predatory look in her eyes. It made his heart beat a bit faster, cheeks go a bit warmer. "Aw, I made you blush."

"Not many girls have had that effect on me," he admitted with a little smirk, absentmindedly running a finger along the condensed glass. "I gotta say, I'm impressed."

"Oh, thank God. I was starting to worry I never would get past that stone wall of manliness," she replied in sarcastic relief.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

A blush crept up her cheeks as he raised an eyebrow at her, midnight blue eyes shining with amusement. "It means that behind your tough guy act, you're the most hopeless romantic I've ever seen."

"Where did you get that idea? I could just be this macho stud all the time," Michael asked, a movie-star grin spreading across his face.

"I wasn't so drunk the night we met that I didn't get all of your corny movie references. Now that I know about your little job, I know that you're not quite the charming, innocent guy you make out to be. Face it, Michael, you like to think that you're the good guy."

He shrugged indifferently but she didn't miss the way his breath hitched for a second, and mentally added a tally mark to the amount of times she's made him do that. The number kept growing higher and higher. "If that were true, which it ain't, how would that make you feel?"

"Intrigued. I like my men conflicted, it keeps things interesting. Too bad for you..." she sighed, taking a drink.

"Whoa, hey, I never said I wasn't conflicted. Babe, you're twisting my words," he laughed nervously and began to wonder if he was the mouse to her cat in this game they played.

"Right…" she smirked, knowing that she beat him at that. "You know, I just don't get a lot of things about you, Michael."

"You're doing a pretty good job so far," he chuckled, reaching across the table to grab her hand, cold against his. "Shoot."

She squinted at him for a moment. "For starters, I'm not sure why you hang around that maniac Trevor."

He rolled his eyes slightly, unsure of where she was going with this. "Because he's my friend?"

"No, that's not the entire reason...is it, darling? That guy idolizes you, and don't even try to fight me on that. You love the attention he gives you, I can see it whenever I'm with the both of you. Or maybe it's the fact that he scares the shit out of you and everyone around you and you don't want to get on his bad side?" she crossed her arms with a smug smile. Checkmate, she thought.

"Alright, maybe that second part is right," Michael admitted, "but I really don't care about the attention."

Amanda leaned forward against the table, the dim light above the secluded booth showing the way her eyes sparkled. Her lips pulled back in a stomach-twisting grin to reveal perfect white teeth. "Not even a little bit?"

He threw his hands up in frustration. "Fuck…okay, I do. I'm a selfish prick with even worse friends. Have I told you that you're good at this?

"No, but I had a feeling you were thinking that," she said with a self-satisfied grin.

"Can we talk about something more simple, Mandy?" he asked, voice almost pleading.

She giggled, watching him struggle under her gaze. "Sure, babe. Like what?"

"Ah…" he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Shit, I don't know, what's your favorite color?"

"Creative as always, Michael," she noted. "Red, I guess."

"Like your lips?" he asked, eyes maybe a little too focused on them.

She grabbed his chin with one hand and tilted his face back up to hers, fingers moving across his stubbled jaw. "Eyes up here, honey. Yeah, like my lips. Like blood and love. Like the color of your face right now. Points for observation, by the way. What's yours?" she bit back a laugh as a blush crept up his neck.

"Probably blue," he said simply once he recovered, staring at the amber liquid that remained in his glass.

"Dark or light?"

"Hmm…" he looked up, staring at her face in concentration. "Light, like your eyes."

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Did you really ask me that question just so you could flirt with me?"

"Is it working?" he asked hopefully, handsome features gazing up at her innocently. Her cheeks grew rosy as she looked down, suddenly fascinated by her drink.

"Maybe…" she moved her hand to his arm, feeling the muscles beneath his jacket. "Don't get cocky, Townley."

Michael chuckled as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. "I got news for you, sweetheart: I've been cocky my entire life."

"Maybe we've been drinking a bit more than we should," Michael muttered numbly as he pinned Amanda against a wall in the dark corner of the bar, bodies flush together as they drunkenly made out. His only reply was a simple shake of her head. Her hands settled on his biceps and it suddenly struck her just how impressive his body was. With his line of work, he probably needed to be fit but it didn't fail to attract her. From those broad shoulders to the abs that were pressing against her, and oh God, those arms. She became too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice the chuckle vibrating deep in his chest until he pulled away. "Like what you're seeing, darlin'?"

He wasn't as drunk as she was. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't had as many drinks as she did or she was a bit of a lightweight. Either way, he was a bit tipsy, the slight flush of his face and shininess of eyes proving so.

Too wasted to even think of a smart response, she just pulled him closer, her lips meeting his once again, the kiss bit less sloppy and more passionate than the last. Kissing him was nothing like she'd ever experienced before, Amanda realized, shuddering in delight as he deepened the kiss. All of the other guys she had been with in her life paled in comparison to the way that Michael was making her feel. Her lips slowly wandered over to his jawline. His hands roamed her body before one eventually gripped her waist, the other tangled in her hair. He pulled her closer as she kept pressing kisses against his jaw. With a coy smile, she drew back and wiped away the red lipstick decorating his face with her thumb.

He smirked at her, starting to nibble at a spot below her ear. Coarse stubble scratched against her as his lips ran along her neck, him reveling in her muffled moan. "We really shouldn't be doing this right here. I happen to like this bar," he muttered in a low voice when she instinctively reached for his belt buckle.

"Then take me somewhere private," she finally whispered, the hint of nervousness in her voice betraying her cool, calm demeanor. His blue eyes were practically glowing and she wasn't entirely sure if it was her drunkenness or the darkness of the bar. Maybe it was a bit of both.

"Kinda hard to open the door when we're making out," Michael chuckled as he drew back, swiftly unlocking the door of his trailer.

Amanda pouted as she watched him open the door. "You started it," she muttered, shivering from the bitter North Yankton climate. The ride to his place had been a short one but to her it had seemed like an eternity. Michael had been just as impatient as her, his hand had been resting on her leg the whole way with a smug smile on his face.

"Sorry, babe, sometimes I just can't help myself," he said, interlacing his gloved fingers with hers and leading her inside. "After you," he smirked, holding the bedroom door open.

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she went in. "What a gentleman."

"I try to be," he shrugged off his coat before pulling her into a kiss. She immediately pulled him closer, only breaking apart for quick gasps of air and to tug impatiently at his shirt. Michael broke the kiss for a split second to lift it over his head, wasting no time in removing her own.

Amanda swiftly undid his belt, watching as he kicked off his pants and laughing as he nearly fell over.

"Don't judge me," he immediately muttered, standing back up to his full height.

"Oh, I'm not judging," she purred as she rested her hands on his shoulders, backing him up until he hit the edge of the bed. He fell onto it, a frown that was more cute than intimidating to her crossing his face. She straddled him, fingers resting against the fine hairs on his muscular chest. "Not at all, darling."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked up at her. "Somehow I don't believe that."

"Ah, stop being so damn sensitive," she said, leaning in for a kiss. It was a bit rougher this time, hands wandering, more tongue, more body contact.

He shivered as her hands ran over the scars on his abdomen. "Goddamn…" Michael panted out as he grabbed her by the waist and moved on top of her. A smile crossed her face when she noticed that he gazed at her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her.

"Like what you're seeing?" she asked, mocking his words from earlier.

He didn't respond, but the look on his face said enough. Wordlessly, he pulled her bra straps off of her shoulders and started to kiss her neck. His lips started to wander along her body until he reached the waistband of her pants. Strong hands unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers slowly starting to unzip them.

"Michael Townley…" she growled as he smirked up at her and continued his leisurely pace. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a tease?"

"Once or twice," he admitted with a chuckle as he finished sliding them from her legs. "...but I've never gotten any complaints."

"Yeah, I bet you don't, pretty boy-" she didn't have time to finish her sarcastic response before he cut her off with a kiss.

He pulled away, a devilish grin on his face, "And I don't plan on you being the first girl with one."

Michael fell back against the bed, skin slick with sweat against hers. "Marry me," he breathed out dreamily. Amanda giggled, breath warm against his neck. She rested her head on his chest, breathing heavily.

"Amanda…" he murmured tiredly.

"Yes?" she hummed in contentment, blue eyes half-lidded with lust and exhaustion.

He sighed, trying to think of the right words to say, "I... I want this again, I want you."

She smirked as she reached up to smooth the hair away from his forehead, "Michael, if you wanna be my boyfriend, you could just ask."

"Okay, fine…" he rolled his eyes teasingly as he pulled her closer, "will you be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm…" a thoughtful look crossed her face as she ran her fingers through his dark hair. "I would love to. That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked when she saw him break out in a smile.

"Guess not…" he muttered and shut his eyes. "Night, babe."

She laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Good night, darling."