It feels like forever since I've updated this…I've missed it! I'm sorry for the lack of uploads, I've been trying to make up a lot of school work that I've missed. The weekly updates will start back up again next week, I promise! In this chapter, someone has a little bit too much to drink…
Michael's wife was drunk off of her ass, that was something he knew for a fact. They'd gone out for a couple drinks after dinner, but now he wasn't so sure that it'd been a good idea. He'd stopped halfway through his second whiskey after seeing how wasted she already was. By then, there wasn't much he could do to stop her. Just one more drink, babe, she had promised him. Three drinks later, she was hanging off his arm, giggling hysterically.
"Drunk again, my darling! Like the night we met…" Amanda slurred with a grin, eyes glinting in the darkness of the bar.
Michael smirked at her, "Yeah, maybe you are…"
"I liked your friend…" she muttered almost incoherently.
"Trevor?!" he asked, shocked.
She shook her head. "No...the other guy. But then you came on so strong! All that charm, all that talk...and now look at us," she giggled again. "Two kids, a million lies, and a near divorce later...I love you! If I had to marry a lying, cheating, thieving killer, I'm just glad it was you!" she exclaimed, leaning against him for support.
He chuckled as he held her up. "And if I had to marry a drunken stripper, baby, I'm glad it was you."
She staggered underneath his arm before pulling back to stare at him, blue eyes narrow with concentration. "You're so handsome...have I told you that? It would have been so much easier to hate you if it weren't for that face…God, you couldn't have gone bald or something?!" she murmured in frustration as she reached up and ran a hand through his thick hair. "You aged like a fine wine, darling…"
Michael blushed slightly. Yeah, she was drunk...but what was that saying? A drunk man's sayings were a sober man's thoughts? He knew that even though the alcohol gave her the courage to say these things, it wasn't entirely the sayings of a drunken woman. "Uh, thanks babe...I guess. Now let's get you back home, you're gonna have a really shitty hangover in the morning…" he said, starting to lead her out of the crowded bar.
"Worth it…" she mumbled. She squinted as soon as they got outside, despite the fact that it was dark out and it was raining. "I'm so drunk...the world is spinning...our lives are spinning, everything is spinning, Michael…"
Michael just let her ramble on, laughing to himself. "Yes, it is…" he said good-naturedly.
"We lived in the Midwest and you did bad things and you betrayed everybody...and now we're here…" she continued, making him stop dead in his tracks. They paused and stood underneath the awning outside the club. He sighed as he stared at the rain pouring down over Downtown Vinewood.
This always happened whenever she had a bit too much to drink. She got nostalgic and remembered their past, not always fondly. A few months ago, before they had split up and gotten back together, she would have yelled at him about how he had ruined their lives and how much of an asshole he was. Now she just sounded sad.
Amanda didn't even notice them stopping, "And you do bad things... and I pretend you don't, and you pretend it's okay. And we drink, and cry, and love...and cheat...and it's awful," she whimpered, burying her head into his shoulder. "Michael, you won't speak...and shit, I am so drunk…"
He silently wrapped his arms around her waist. "I, uh…" he stuttered, at a loss for words.
"Don't just stand there," she pleaded, pulling away and staring at him with helpless blue eyes. "Please say something…"
"Well, what do you wanna hear?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
"That we'll be okay…" she murmured.
"Honey, we're fine," he said reassuringly. "When was the last time we were this happy?"
"Years ago…" she admitted, starting to relax a little bit.
"Exactly. We're doing it and we're doing it right this time," he muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She smiled up at him weakly, "Thanks, Michael…"
"Anytime, darlin'. Let's head back home," he said, taking off his suit jacket and gently putting it around her shoulders to protect her from the worst of the rain. He started the car and held her door open for her as she got in.
"Such a gentleman…" Amanda said quietly.
"Ah, well, you know me…" he smirked, having a faint memory of one of their first dates. Michael started to drive towards their house, blushing when he noticed his wife's hand starting to creep up his leg. "Uh, babe…"
"Yes?" she hummed innocently.
"Not the best place to do this…" he managed to get out, trying his best to stay focused on the road.
He heard her move a little bit, then felt her lips brush against his ear, "Then pull over…" she whispered.
His hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, knuckles going white with the force. Between those wandering hands and the kisses she was starting to press to his jaw, he had never felt more distracted in his life. "Alright," he said shakily.
Los Santos traffic was always slow, but tonight it seemed endless, especially with her practically sitting on his lap at this point. By the time the red light finally ended, Michael practically floored it and turned down into the nearest alley.
He hastily parked and pulled her into his lap. "Fuck…" he muttered breathlessly in between kisses. "Maybe we should go out more often…"
She nodded, panting. Her swift fingers traveled down to his pants, making quick work of his zipper. Michael smiled against her mouth as his hands traveled up the skirt of her dress, teasingly tracing little circles on her skin before tugging her panties from her legs. She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed him flat against the seat. He roughly pulled her closer to him, reveling in the sharp moan that escaped her mouth. Their lips met in another deep kiss, only pulling apart for a quick gasp of air.
They fell into their familiar rhythm, one that they had years of practice to perfect. He knew just the right spots to kiss, knew how a certain spot near the pulse point of her neck drove her wild, and took full advantage of it. She knew how much he loved it when she ran her hands through his hair, knew when to roll her hips against his.
Michael felt twenty years younger. The thumping of the rain against the roof, the taste of alcohol on his wife's tongue, the scent of her against his skin, the risk of being caught...all of it made him feel twenty-five again. "Just like old times, huh?" he whispered in her ear when they finished.
Amanda buried her face into his neck, breathing heavily. "Yeah…" she said, voice thick with drunkenness and lust, before leaning in for another kiss.
He pulled back slightly, only allowing her his cheek. "Baby, can we wait to do round two 'till we get home? I'm not as young as I used to be…" he panted.
A cute little frown crossed her face. "Fine…" she sighed as she moved back into the passenger's seat.
Michael smirked as he zipped up his pants. He leaned back against the seat and shut his eyes briefly, still coming down from the high. When he finally caught his breath, he glanced over at Amanda, who was staring at the raindrops rolling down the windows, a peaceful look on her face.
Sometimes he still couldn't believe that they were married. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, definitely more than he deserved. She looked as good as she did the day he met her, all bright blue eyes and soft dark hair. The years had certainly been kinder to her than they had to him. He still wasn't quite sure why she ended up choosing him. A small smile worked its way onto his face as he stared at her.
She looked back at him, a blush spreading across her already-pink cheeks when she noticed him staring at her. "I love you, Michael," she blurted out suddenly. "I love you so much...have I told you that?"
"Not lately," he chuckled.
"I mean...I know you are who you are and you've done some pretty shitty things...but so have I," she slurred. "And I know that you can't help it, that life shits on you, but you're strong and you got through that...and that's what I love about you. God, I want this to make sense so badly...and it's not…" Amanda sighed in frustration, struggling to find the right words.
He cut her off with a gentle kiss to the lips, feeling her body slump in relief against him. Her doubts faded away the longer the kiss went on. Eventually, it came to an end, like all good things have to. "Honey, I get it," he said reassuringly after he pulled away.
"You do?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah, I do, so don't look so worried," he smiled at her softly. "I love you, too, darling."
She smiled back at him hesitantly. "Oh...that was easier than I thought…" she muttered.
He started the car back up. "Let's get you back home."
He stumbled through the front door with her in his arms, nearly crashing into the table next to the door. She pulled away from their kiss only long enough to briefly glare at him.
"Careful," Amanda hissed quietly. "The kids are asleep, not deaf-"
Michael's lips found the side of her neck, cutting her off. "That's good news for us…" he muttered against her skin as he started to carry her up the stairs. His hands moved down to grip her thighs, earning a moan from her.
By the time they finally reached the bedroom, Michael could barely wait anymore. Between her moaning his name in his ear and the way her body pressed against his, he was ready to just do it right there. He hastily locked the door behind them before carrying her over to the bed and gently setting her down.
He made short work of her dress while she hastily unbuttoned his shirt. "Fuck...I love you…" he muttered as she undid his belt.
She grinned up at him and worked on getting his pants off of his hips. Once she did, her hand slid up the base of his neck, intertwining deep in his hair and pulling him down into a kiss. His own hands moved to grip her hips, which were grinding against his. "Love you, too…" she said breathlessly.
Her lips traveled up to kiss his jaw, pressing a trail of kisses to it while she whispered encouragement in his ear as he brought her closer to the edge. Michael brought his lips back to hers, feeling her hands tighten in his hair the faster he went. She groaned beneath him before letting out a sharp gasp as she went over the edge, pulling away from the kiss first to pant for breath.
Before long, he finished and collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch his breath. Amanda reached up to stroke his hair with a satisfied smile. Her eyes wandered along his body before a small frown crossed her face. "You sure you're up for more, old man?" she asked teasingly.
Michael feigned hurt. "One: I'm only two years older than you." He positioned himself above her with a renewed energy and gave her a quick kiss. "Oh, and number two: I can do this all night."
Amanda woke up to the worst hangover she'd ever had. Her head throbbed as she sat up slightly, sensitive eyes burning when she glimpsed the rays of sunlight gently poking through the curtains. She groaned as she buried her head into her pillow.
As if on cue, Michael walked into the bedroom with a smug smile on his face, hair damp from the shower and looking a hundred times better than she probably did right now. He even looked chipper, she noted with a frustrated growl. Asshole…
"Ah, I see you're awake," he said as he sat next to her and reached over onto the nightstand to grab her a water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen. "Think you need this."
She sighed in relief and took it from him. "So how much did I drink last night…?" she asked after she took a drink.
"Let's just say that it was enough to make even me think that it was too much," Michael said with a chuckle.
"Oh God…" Amanda muttered. "Did I do anything embarrassing?"
"Ah, let's see…" he trailed off with a smirk. "You went on about how well I've aged, told me that you love me, and forced me to pull the car over so we could have sex."
She just nodded.
"You don't have anything to say about that?" he asked in surprise.
She shrugged. "I said anything embarrassing," she said with a flirtatious grin at him.
He cleared his throat, a sheepish look on his face. "Oh…"
Amanda laughed at his reaction. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Love you, darling."
Michael wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling. "Love you, too."