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The next morning Gabriella work up with her body pressed flush against Michael's. Her sweater had ridden up to under her chest, and with Michael's warm hand lying against her back, pressing her close to him, Gabriella was startled to find herself aroused. Michael clearly was as well, she could feel his semi formed erection pressing against her, and she fought the instinctual desire to press herself against him.
–What the hell is this?!-her mind yelled.
She tried to pull away, but Michael's arm tightened around her waist, drawing tighter to him, his hips pressing into hers, making her bite her lip at the delicious sensation. –This is because you haven't had sex in like two weeks and you miss Ben- she thought to herself, finally wriggling free from Michael. She pulled on fresh cargo pants and a tshirt before heading to the library to work on some translation.
Awhile later Michael came into the library and she closed her book, smiling at him. "Have you made any progress?" he asked.
She shrugged, "I don't really think so." She stood and walked out to the kitchen, Michael following. She pointed into the pantry, "We could use more food and supplies." Michael nodded; he had the same thought the night before.
"We can make a supply run to some houses further down the ways" he said, already starting to put his gear together. Gabriella went back to her room and pulled on some socks and her boots, grabbing her 9mm and sliding it into her thigh hostler. She went back into the kitchen where Michael was sheathing his swords and grabbed her pack from the counter.
They left in the humvee, driving for a short amount of time before they came to a gated community; the gate hanging open. They came to a stop in front of one of the houses and entered quietly, taking their time as they searched. They found little food, but Gabriella was able to find painkillers, a sewing kit, and a first aid kit.
They searched two more houses, and finally in the fourth, hit jackpot. In a wine cellar they find dried and canned food, jugs of water, and wine. Gabriella and Michael shared a smile and began to carry load after load out to the humvee. Gabriella stood in front of the dusty bottles of wine, and finally decided to take 3 bottles; she could always come back for more.
Michael gave her a questioning look when she appeared at the humvee with the wine.
"For celebrating our good luck" she said with a grin. Michael shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
That evening they had a feast of spiced oatmeal cakes that Gabriella whipped up, green beans, and the last of their soup. They sat on the patio, watching another storm roll in, eating and drinking wine.
Gabriella smiled, "This, it isn't so bad."
Michael shook his head, "You have an ability to see positivity wherever you look, it's refreshing."
Gabriella laughed, "Come on! Even you, Mr. Surly can't deny how great a view this is, what good wine this is….come on!" she exclaimed at his dubious look. She shook her head and stood, holding out her hand for his plate and bowl. She took them back to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine, they had already drunk one. She sat back down beside Michael and topped off his glass, laughing when he gave her a look.
"Oh! Have you ever flown drunk?!"she exclaimed. Michael laughed, Gabriella drunk was quite amusing.
He shook his head, "No I can't say I ever have."
Gabriella thought about it for a minute, "Yea, I guess it would be pretty dangerous." Michael laughed at her thoughtful expression. They continued talking of inane topics, unnoticing of the storm rolling closer until it broke loose, drenching them in seconds. Gabriella laughed and grabbed her glass of wine and the bottle, running inside.
Michael followed her spreading his wings to try and keep them dry. They both wiped the water off once inside, laughing.
Gabriella's eyes widened, "Oh man, I have such a good idea! I'll be right back" she said before handing him her glass.
Michael grinned, watching her run out of the room. He shook off his wings and closed them, sitting down on the couch.
Gabriella appeared a moment later and grinned, holding up a deck of cards, "You any good at poker?" Michael smiled, he actually was. He nodded and held out her glass, which she took with a grin, taking a gulp, and then sat on the floor across from him.
"Good, then you won't have a problem with making it interesting. Let's play some strip poker." Michael was sure he was hallucinating, but she was still smiling coyly at him. He took a long drink of his wine and moved to sit on the floor across from her. Gabriella smiled in triumph, shuffled the deck, and dealt.
Gabriella smirked and lay down her cards, "Two pair." Michael sighed softly, she was quite literally beating the pants off of him. He looked across the small space between them to where she sat in her simple black cotton underwear and black scalloped bra, her olive skin illuminated by the gas lamp.
She raised a brow, "That means you lose your pants flyboy."
He shook his head, "I don't have anything on underneath." Gabriella stared at him and then shrugged, her heart racing as he stood, unbuttoning his pants slowly. She took a long swallow of wine and almost choked when his pants dropped- Jesus Christ, he's huge!...bigger than Ben…-her mind shouted before all she could do was stare.
Michael sat back down and crossed his legs, not bothering to cover up. Michael gathered the cards, shuffled, and dealt. He smiled a predatory smile when Gabriella lost.
She looked to him, "What am I taking off?" He motioned for her to stand and when she did, he could see her hands shaking slightly. He stood and stepped close to her, smelling the unique scent of her.
Gabriella felt like Michael's eyes were burning into her, igniting a similar fire inside her. Her skin shuddered when he moved even closer, his hips and growing erection pressing against her. He reached a hand around her back his fingers brushing her hair before unsnapping her bra and pulling it to the ground. One of his hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her flush against him, the other winding through her hair.
He stared into her eyes for a moment, and then leaned his head down, capturing her mouth with his. He felt her stiffen, and then melt against him, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer. They kissed passionately, nipping at each other's lips, until they were breathless. Michael trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting the sweetest moan from Gabriella.
A loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightening illuminated the room. Gabriella felt the lightening like a cattle prod, and pulled away from Michael, shock on her face.
He stared at her in confusion.
All Gabriella could think was –what am I doing?! I'm cheating on Ben!- She moved away from Michael, grabbed up her clothing and in a shaky voice told him, "I-I need to go to bed. I had too much to drink" she moved quickly down the hall, not giving Michael a chance to stop her.
She pulled on a tank top and crawled into bed, shaking. What in god's name had she been doing with Michael? Some part of her knew it could end up there, with them drinking, but she still should have stopped it sooner. She lay in bed ashamed at how she had reacted to Michael's touch and kiss.
Ben would be devastated if he ever knew. She could never tell him, she decided. Gabriella got up when she heard Michael coming and locked the door silently; she couldn't be close to him right now, not with her emotions and hormones running on high. She climbed back into bed and lay awake, turned on and perturbed, for a very long time.
Michael tried the handle on Gabriella's door, and was disappointed to find it locked. He stood outside her door for a minute and then went to his room, which he had yet to sleep in since they had arrived. He climbed into bed after stripping his pants back off, his heart and mind in agony. He could almost still feel her in his hands, her skin under his mouth, moaning.
He punched the pillow and groaned, this was worse than not ever having her. Now he had been given a taste of just what being with Gabriella could be like, and he only wanted more. His heart had wrenched at the sight of the guilt on her face when she had pulled away, and knew she was thinking of that damn Ben. He had no idea what to do now. He wondered what tomorrow would bring. He could only hope that everything wasn't fucked up.
:/ soooo,yea, that happened. lololol i know, i'm a tease! but, more chapters to follow, you guys are going to flip for ch16-17. :D HELLACRAZY! anyway, love you awesome people! please be kind in reviews!