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Chapter 29- Setting Him Straight - SMUT CHAPTER
The guys laughed at Legates getting in trouble. Legates stood up wondering if he'd pushed too fast and taken things too far. Standing up, he walked up the steps and Michelle followed him out of the lounge.
"He's in so much trouble," Davis laughed.
"You have no idea," Techie snickered.
"You know what for?" Jackson asked, looking at Techie.
"Hell yeah, he had her squirming on the couch and she's about to get back at him," Techie said, grinning.
Legates walked slowly hoping that he hadn't messed something good up. Michelle planted her hand firmly on his lower back and pushed him faster. He stopped in front of his room door and pushed it open. He walked in and she followed him into his room.
The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp next to the bed. She saw a set of bookcases one facing the wall and one facing the opposite direction, separating the room. Two six drawer dressers, two closets, a counter with a sink and stove top, a microwave, and a refrigerator. Legates spun and put his hands up defensively.
"Look, I'm sorry if I pushed too fast," he said apologetically, backing away from her.
Michelle mentally grinned as she stalked towards him. He backed around the bookcases, Michelle angling and driving him towards the bed. He was still stuttering out an apology and Michelle suddenly realized he really thought he was in big trouble. His calves hit the bed and he fell backwards. With a triumphant grin, she crawled on top of him and straddled him.
"Hmm, never done it this way before," she muttered.
Legates' head jerked back in surprise as he looked up at her. Her chocolate eyes had lightened and the gold flecks were now more prominent.
"Well, shit," he said. Michelle's eyelids drooped to half mast as she let a suggestive smile cross her features.
"Jeez, sweetheart, you had me thinking I'd messed up," he said, breathing out a sigh of relief.
"You did. You got me turned on in a place where nothing could be done about it," she told him, pouting.
"Before we start anything in this particular position there are a few things that need to be done," he said. She looked at him her face scrunched in confusion.
"I need to lock the doors, turn on the stereo and grab the condoms," he told her seriously. Her face relaxed and she slid off him.
"Are you clean? Not to be rude but I'm asking for a reason," she said.
"Yeah, we got physicals and tests when we came back into the US. And it's been...awhile...since I've been with a woman. Why? You?" He said answering her question then asking two of his own.
"I get tested after each break up and it's been over a year. So, yes I'm clean," she told him, watching as he locked the two doors and walked to the dresser and flipped on the stereo.
"The reason I ask is because I'm on the shot so unless you think condoms are necessary then they aren't," she told him.
"Have you done that with the others?" He asked, wondering if she had risked herself because some guy had said it was better without a condom.
"Nope, didn't trust them that much," she admitted somewhat sheepishly.
"But you do me?" He asked, slowly approaching him.
"Yeah," she answered after cocking her head to look at him.
A smile spread across his face as a warm fluttery feeling settled in his belly. She was sitting on the bed watching him walk over to where she was. He placed his knuckles on the bed on each side of her and leaned forward placing his lips on hers.
"Mmmm...you can keep doing that," Michelle murmured when he broke the kiss. He chuckled and kissed her neck where her ear and jaw met.
"I have plans to do that a lot more and a lot more than that," he said huskily near her ear.
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and heard her gasp. Yep, he thought, she'd not been with a guy more worried about her pleasure than his. He trailed soft kisses across her cheekbone and down to her mouth. He leaned into the kiss causing her to lie back on the bed. He hovered over her as he nipped at her bottom lip.
She gasped and he swept his tongue into her mouth. He teased her tongue with his and she teased his in return. Her hands slid under his shirt and traced the muscles on his abdomen. The muscles contracted and rippled under her fingers. Breaking the kiss, he placed sucking kisses down her neck to her cleavage.
Pausing just long enough for her to feel his breath rush across her skin, he started placing small licks along the top of her breasts. She moaned in response as fire licked along her skin along the trail his mouth left. She felt desire pool between her legs and sucked in a gasp at the new sensation. It was like when she masturbated but different.
The feeling was in the right place but the pulsing intensity was most definitely different. Legates skimmed his hands under her sweater and felt her stomach contract in a manner indicating ticklishness. Smiling, he lifted his face from her breasts.
"Ticklish?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"Umm humm, you know I am," she said, trying not to laugh as his fingers ran lightly up the sides of her stomach.
He gently bunched her sweater in his hands. When it was gathered in his hands, he pulled it up to her shoulders. She lifted off the bed so he could pull the sweater from under her and over her head. When her black and blood red leopard print push up bra came into view he sucked in a breath.
"Those should be illegal," he said, pointing at her bra. She looked down and grinned at him.
"If I were under eighteen they would be," she said huskily.
He chuckled in a low rumbling tone. Leaning down again, he traced the edge of her bra with his tongue.
"The bra, baby, the bra. I'd be a hurting man if these were illegal," he said, placing kisses interspersed with licks on the top of her breasts.
She felt her nipples pucker and rub against her bra. She moaned as spikes of pleasure shot through her body. Reaching down, he tugged on her jeans and she felt the button pop. He slowly pulled the zipper down and groaned at the sight of matching panties. He leaned back on his knees between hers then stood up. He pulled her shoes and socks off then her jeans.
Gently running his hands up her legs from ankle to hip, he traced the contours of her legs. His thumbs brushed across the top of her sex and she gasped. He smiled devilishly as he felt the heat and wetness there. His hands continued to glide up her body and cupped her breasts in each hand. He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples and smiled as she sucked in a breath.
"Oh, I am going to have so much fun finding out what makes you moan," he said.
She blinked her eyes open and he stared at them. They were getting lighter in color, shifting more towards gold then brown. Michelle felt pleasure pulsing all over her body. Needing to feel his hands directly on her breasts, she reached under herself and unclasped her bra.
Shrugging it down over her shoulders, she stopped when his hands blocked its removal. He lifted his hands, hooked his fingers in the shoulder straps and pulled them off her arms. When her breasts were revealed, he looked for a minute then leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her hands wrapped around the back of his head.
"Oh, God," she muttered.
She felt her core pulse and she slicked with wetness. He was straddling one of her thighs and could feel her heat on his thigh. He moved to her other breast and laved her other nipple. He felt her thighs clench against his. Reaching down, he slid his hand into her underwear. He froze as his hand met bare skin. Lifting his head up, he looked her in the eye.
"That...is...hot," he rumbled in pleasure.
"You like?" She asked huskily, her eyes heavily lidded and a smile on her face.
"Oh yeah," he whispered.
Sliding his hand further, his fingers slid down her slit. Letting out an unsteady breath, he felt his erection shift in his jeans. Rubbing his middle finger down the same path his other fingers had taken he curled it into her opening. She bucked up towards his hand and moaned. Yeah, he was going to make her cum and not just once.
His finger slid in and out of her turning lightly as if searching. She gasped and her eyes flew wide. Smirking, he thought, Bingo. Putting his thumb on her clit, he began to move it in a circular motion. She pulled back a bit and he took the hint. Lightening his touch, he continued to circle while his middle finger stroked that patch of skin inside her that made her moan low and long. He felt her hips start to thrust and stopped. She hissed and glared at him. Leaning over, he lightly kissed her.
"Hang on, just have to get rid," he said, pulling her panties down, "of these."
He flung them over his shoulder and returned his hand to where it had been. His fingers gently restarted their motion and she growled then began thrusting her hips again.
"Oh god," she let out in a throaty moan.
He felt her press into his thumb and applied more pressure. He felt the muscles start to clench around his finger. Leaning up, he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and lightly sucked.
"So close," he whispered.
She felt her pleasure building, unfurling around her, spreading out like the petals of a flower then her shoulders slammed back against the bed. She thrust her hips up, her back arched and her body clenched as she let out a low moan. Michelle gasped as her orgasm slammed into her body.
He placed soft kisses on her neck as he continued gently stroking her down from her orgasm. Her hips were almost on the bed when they slammed back into his hand. Michelle's eyes flew wide as another orgasm rolled over her body. Her muscles clenched and vibrated in pleasure. She had never had one sneak up on her and let out a low moan when it did. Her body completely relaxed, falling to the bed after her second one.
Legates pulled his finger from her and used his other hand to brush her hair back from her face. She turned her eyes to him and he gasped. Her eyes had gone almost completely golden like a cats.
"Incredible," he whispered before catching her mouth in a penetrating kiss.
Her hands began frantically pulling at his clothes. He chuckled and stripped his shirt off. Her hands roamed his chest. Michelle needed something but what she wasn't sure. She knew he was wearing too many clothes. Her fingers traveled to the snap on his jeans and tugged. After kissing her again, he stood up and pulled his clothes off.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him fully erect. Growling, she pulled him down to her. She felt like an animal. Neither of the other guys she'd been with made her feel like this and she wanted more. He caught himself before he fell directly on top of her.
He placed lingering kisses on her skin, mentally admiring the smoothness. She reached up with her legs and wrapped them around his hips. She realized what she needed was him and she knew for sure she'd never wanted a guy this much. He knew what she wanted and paused.
"Are you sure?" He asked, waiting for a reply.
"Yes, dammit," she growled.
He nodded and lined himself up. He pushed into her slowly, closing his eyes. He sighed in pleasure as her velvet heat wrapped around him. He stopped and she moaned at how he stretched her. Slowly, he began to thrust, biting his lip. It had been a little over a year and he felt like a sixteen year old on his first time.
She tilted her hips and his thrusting rubbed him against her spot. He was grunting softly with the effort to hold back and he was rewarded when he felt her start to clench around him. He clenched his eyes shut. Michelle's shoulders thrust back against the bed which was now making an ungodly squeaking noise as she thrust up towards him.
His sliding in and out of her was causing a recognizable pressure to build in her. Then she felt him arch his back to make room for him to reach between them. Her head thrust back as his finger rubbed against her clit. She opened her mouth and gasped for air as her third orgasm hit her. She let out a keening moan that made him lose his rhythm and thrust erratically.
Michelle recognizing his impending pleasure answered his thrusts with her own.
"I'm fixing to..." he trailed off and let out a growling moan then pulsed inside her. Then continue to stroke down from his orgasm.
She flopped back on the bed and he carefully lay on top of her so he wouldn't squash her. She felt him softening inside her and ran her hand down his spine.
"Sorry it was so quick," he mumbled into her shoulder, his accent very clear.
She chuckled at his apology and dug her nails lightly into his shoulder. She smirked there was a second time his accent became apparent. He slowly rolled off her and pulled her across his chest.
"See, not a damned thing wrong with you," he said softly, dropping a kiss on her lips. Sighing, she sat up.
"And where do you think you're going?" He asked her in a quiet voice.
"Bathroom," she said, standing up. She grabbed his shirt, wrapped it around herself and looked around. He pointed to the second door he'd locked.
"Lock the other door. Otherwise at some point you'll end up with someone else in there with you. They're gone for the next three days though," he said.
She nodded, unlocked the door and went into the bathroom. She returned a moment later and stared at the bed with her hands on her hips. Legates enjoyed the sight of her draped in his shirt and nothing else.
"Are you coming back to bed?" He asked her with a quirked eyebrow. She looked at him, leaned her weight on one hip and dropped the other.
"Two conditions," she told him. He shot her a questioning look.
"A towel for the wet spot. Yes, I know it's my fault but that doesn't mean I want to sleep in it. And you have to feed me. I'm hungry again and I plan on doing that again as soon as you're able," she said, smirking. He barked out a laugh and pointed to the bookcase.
"There are towels in that bottom cabinet and my cell phone is in my pants pocket. Hand it to me and I'll order," he told her. She nodded and bent over to pick up his phone.
"God, Woman, the pizza won't get here in time," he rumbled at the sight of her breasts hanging inside his shirt.
She pulled out his phone and tossed it on the bed near his hand. He picked it up, rolled on his side and dug in the night side table. He pulled out a delivery menu and looked at it for a moment. While he was doing this, she leaned over, opened the cabinet and pulled out a green towel.
Rolling her eyes, she unfolded it and then folded it in half. Laying it over the wet spot, she pulled off his shirt, and climbed into the bed next to him. She laid her head on his chest and ran her fingers down his abs. His hand reached down and clasped her hand in his while he ordered them a pizza.
She listened to his voice rumble through his chest. He hung up the phone and looked down at her. Brushing her hair back from her face, he tucked it behind her ear.
"I ordered you can go get it. They'll bring it to the door near the lounge," he told her.
"Mm'kay," she agreed. He chuckled and ran his hand down her spine.
"Were you serious about having never been on top?" He asked her quietly.
"Yep, I've always been on bottom," she told him, her finger tracing his muscles.
"Hmm maybe we can try other positions if you want," he said, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"Maybe," she said with too much hesitation for his comfort. Putting his hand under her chin, he lifted her face up towards his.
"You never have to do anything you are not comfortable with. You say no and that's fine by me. All I ask in return is the same respect," he told her seriously.
She nodded and bit her bottom lip. He sighed, pulled her across his chest. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he pulled her mouth gently to his for a kiss. She pulled back and he smiled. She let her eyes drift open and mirrored his smile.
"Pizza is going to be here in a few minutes," he told her softly. She scowled at him and sat up.
"You suck," she grumbled.
He laughed at her and watched her dig around on the floor for her panties. She pulled on her panties and jeans then sighed at her sweater on the floor.
"If I put that on I have to put a bra on," she whined.
"So use my shirt," he told her.
Shrugging, she pulled on his green button up shirt and buttoned the front. She leaned over and grabbed her wallet from her jacket.
"Nuh uh cash in my wallet," he told her.
"Get dressed and catch me," she smirked over her shoulder.
He grunted and started pulling off the blankets. She took off running across the room. Flinging the door open, she was out in the hallway before he could get out of the bed. The door thumped closed behind her.
"Yep, definitely going to be the death of me," he muttered into the empty room as he flopped back onto the bed.
Michelle moved down the hallway to the stairs. In the stairwell a woman stopped her.
"Who are you and what are doing here?" She asked Michelle with a frown on her face.
"I'm Michelle and I'm getting a pizza for my boyfriend," she replied. The woman looked her up and down.
"Who is your boyfriend?" The woman asked as if it were her business.
Michelle crossed her arms and puckered her lips debating whether to tell her or not. Techie was coming up the stairs and stopped at the sight of Michelle staring down Sergeant Rogers. He smirked and waited to see what was about to happen.
"Josh," Michelle answered. Rogers' eyes narrowed and her face puckered.
"I don't know any Josh," she said doubtfully. Michelle had seen Techie stop a flight down on the landing.
"Legates, Josh Legates," Michelle clarified.
Rogers' eyes widened then narrowed. She had been hitting on him since he'd arrived from Afghanistan and gotten nowhere. Techie saw the cat fight was about to start and decided to intervene.
"Michelle, are you guys done already," Techie smirked.
"Nope, just taking a break. You're going to want to get yer shit for the night," she said, grinning at him. Techie chuffed out a laugh and shook his head.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, laughing. He started up the steps and paused in front of them.
"Sergeant Rogers," he said respectfully.
"Corporal Briggs," she returned. He continued up the steps and opened the door to their hallway then went into the hallway.
"Now, if you will excuse me. I have a pizza to get," Michelle said, turning she continued down the steps.
She reached the doorway near the lounge and leaned against the door frame waiting. Jackson looked at Michelle and laughed.
"You set him straight?" He asked her with a grin plastered on his face.
"Not yet. Looks like it'll take all night," she returned. Jackson clapped his hands and laughed.
"Lucky bastard," Jackson chuckled.
Michelle rolled her eyes and smiled when she spotted the pizza guy. She took their order and paid the man. Taking the pizza, she went back upstairs. Entering the hallway to Legates' room, she paused. Rogers was leaning against the wall glaring at her. She smiled and walked past the woman.
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Techie knocked on the door and pushed it open.
"Hey man, just grabbing my stuff," he called out as he entered. He heard a grunt from the other side of the bookcases and laughed.
"You should have gotten the pizza. Rogers had Michelle cornered in the stairwell," Techie told Legates.
"Shit," Legates muttered.
"Ha, Michelle held her own, nothing to worry about," Techie said.
"Good," Legates said.
"Are you alive? One word answers aren't a good thing," Techie said, biting back his laughter.
"Shut up," Legates grumbled.
"You trying to nap before she gets back?" Techie said, laughing at Legates.
"Uh huh," came Legates reply.
Techie threw back his head and laughed at Legates answer.
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Michelle pushed the door open with her hip and stepped into the room.
"Josh, you're about to have a visitor so clothes might be good," she said. Techie started laughing at her statement.
"I'm already here," he told her.
"I was talking about Sergeant Rogers. She followed me down the hall," Michelle said.
"Can you hand me a pair of shorts from the bottom left drawer of the right dresser, sweetheart?" Legates asked from behind the bookcase.
"Yep," she answered.
Setting the pizza and sodas down on the counter near the microwave, she walked to the drawer and pulled it open. Grabbing a pair of sweat shorts off the pile, she walked around the bookcases and tossed them to Legates.
He was lying on the bed under the blankets with a sleepy look. Laughing, she walked back to the counter and opened her soda. Taking a swig, she waited for Legates to appear. Techie walked over, flipped the pizza box open and snagged a piece. Michelle swatted at his hand playfully.
"Hey I'm having to sleep on the floor so he can sink the sub," Techie said. Michelle's eyes narrowed.
"How very descriptive," she said, snickering and sipping her drink.
"That was a clean one, baby," Legates told her, ambling to the bathroom. Techie laughed as Legates walked past.
"Damn, dude, she rocked your world," Techie laughed. Michelle snorted and reached into the pizza box.
"Too old for this shit," Legates mumbled, pulling the bathroom door closed behind him.
Michelle shook her head and took a bite of her pizza. Legates came out of the bathroom a few moments later. Walking towards them, he rubbed the back of his head. A second later, there was a knock at the door. Techie answered the door and stepped back allowing Rogers to enter the room.
She looked around and spotted Legates standing near the counter with a piece of pizza in his hand. Her eyes shifted to Michelle and narrowed. Michelle was leaning with her back to the counter, one foot crossed over the other at the ankles, eating a piece of pizza. Her neon green toenails peeking from the bottom of her jeans.
"Josh," Rogers said looking at him.
Her eyes traced his sculpted chest and the Celtic dragon tattoo on his left pec. His eyes narrowed at her familiar address and eyeballing.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked her borderline impolite.
"Well, a bunch of us are going to Apex and I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming," she said, smiling.
"Rogers, I'm going to be blunt since you don't seem to be getting my hints. I'm not interested in pursuing any type of relationship other than a possible professional one with you. And even then it's when the Army says I have to," Legates said in a mild tone.
Rogers eyes flared wide then hardened. She gave him a clipped nod, turned around, and left the room. Michelle snorted and giggled after the door closed.
"What's so funny? I probably just pissed off a superior who is going to make my life miserable," Legates grumbled.
"You could have gone out with her," Michelle said in a mild tone that let him know he was treading on thin ice.
"You know better than that, I have no interest in her. So, what's so funny?" He asked her, looking at Techie as if he might have the answer.
"Apex is gay bar," she said, taking another bite of pizza.
Techie sucked in a gasp, inhaled a chunk of cheese and started choking. Legates walked over and started pounding him on the back. Techie finally sucked in a deep breath and Legates stepped away from him.
"Huh, good thing I didn't go then," Legates said.
"Honey, it's more than a good thing, the men there are unusually aggressive. They'd be on you like white on rice," she told him. Legates shook his head.
"On that note, I'm leaving," Techie said, picking up his pillow and blanket.
He left the room with the click of the door. Legates walked to the door and turned the lock. Turning around, he stalked to where Michelle was still leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on each side of her and boxed her in against the counter. She licked a bit of sauce from her lip and looked up at him. His eyes narrowed then he leaned over and ensnared her mouth with his. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and ran her tongue over it.
Sucking his lip from her mouth, he used his tongue to chase hers back into her mouth. They played tag with their tongues until breathing became necessary. Panting slightly, Michelle looked up into his eyes and hers widened at the sight of his. They had lightened considerably and the black ring around the edge had become prominent.
Reaching around, he cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her up onto the counter. Her head was now almost level with his. He traced her face with his mouth, placing soft kisses randomly on her face. When he approached her jaw, her head fell back giving him access to her neck. She moaned as his teeth gently scraped down her neck to where her neck met her collar bone.
He gently bit the skin there, soothingly licked it then sucked it into his mouth. She moaned again as he sucked on her pulse point. She growled when her phone rang. Sighing, he stepped back and helped her off the counter. She stalked to where her phone lay on the floor and snatched it up.
"What?" She barked into the phone.
"Michelle?" Brittney's voice floated through the phone.
"What's up, Brittney?" Michelle asked with a resigned sigh.
"Umm, I was wondering if you were coming back tonight?" Brittney asked with a touch of concern in her voice.
"You want me to stay or are you taking me home tonight?" Michelle asked Legates, looking over her shoulder at him. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, okay. Brittney, I'm not coming home tonight," Michelle said.
"Or tomorrow night," Legates said his voice full of laughter. Michelle shot him a questioning look and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Was that a guy?" Brittney squealed, making Michelle yank the phone away from her ear.
"I'll be home sometime this weekend," Michelle said, ignoring Brittney's squeal.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Mike doesn't have the best reputation," Brittney said.
"I'm fine thanks," Michelle said quietly.
"I'll see you later then," Brittney said.
"Yep, bye," Michelle said then hung up the phone. Turning, she looked at Legates and put her hands on her hips.
"What exactly am I supposed to wash with?" She asked him with a pout.
"You can use...yeah not a good idea. I don't like having sex with someone who smells like a guy," he muttered. She stood waiting for an answer.
"Okay, I'll take you to Target so you can get whatever you need," he told her.
She nodded and walked towards him.
"Now where were we?" She asked with a smile spreading across her face. She froze at a knock from the door.
"For fucks sake," Legates muttered, spinning to stalk to the door. He snatched it open with a scowl. Techie stood there holding his blanket and pillow.
"Sorry, man, but Perkins picked up a piece of tail. I got nowhere to sleep," Techie muttered. Legates sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"Let him in, Josh. No worries," Michelle said softly.
"I'll make myself scarce tomorrow," Techie promised sheepishly.
Legates stepped back and waved Techie in the room. Michelle looked around unsure of what to do with herself. She wasn't about to strip naked with Techie standing there and she sure as hell wasn't sleeping in what she was wearing. Legates saw Michelle shifting from foot to foot and looking around uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" He asked her with a concerned look.
"I don't have anything to sleep in," she said, chewing her lip as her eyes darted around the room.
"You can sleep naked. I won't mind," Techie teasingly leered.
Her eyes shot to him and narrowed. Legates walked to his dresser opened a drawer and pulled out a tee shirt. He tossed it to her with a grin.
"Problem solved," he told her.
She smiled and disappeared around the bookcase. Sighing, Legates rolled his eyes at Techie for the joke then disappeared around the bookcases.
"Oh, hell no," Legates muttered as he saw Michelle had both his pillows, most of the blankets and was smack in the middle of the bed.
Michelle smiled and squeezed the pillow against her chest tighter. Putting his hands on his hips, Legates frowned at her.
"You can take all the blankets you want but I'll be damned if you get both pillows," he told her.
She snorted and giggled. Techie's laughter floated from the other side of the bookcases. Turning around, Legates walked to the stereo and turned the music off. Walking back to the bed, he leaned over her and tugged the pillow. She snorted and clutched it tighter.
"I have to pay for my own pillow?" He asked her with a smile in his voice.
"Yep," she murmured sleepily.
He bent over and placed a kiss behind her ear. She released his pillow. Pulling it from in front of her, he placed it behind her head and picked her up making her squeal. He put her back down on the other side of the bed. Michelle felt the bed shift as he climbed in behind her. She felt his arm snake around her middle and pull her back against him. He scowled as she pulled away from him to reach over and turn on the lamp next to the bed. Settling back down, she wiggled in closer to him.
With a sigh, she relaxed and fell into a light sleep that gradually deepened. Legates' eyes slit when he heard movement around the foot of the bed.
"Touch her and I will kill you," he murmured, trying not to wake her up.
He heard several different voices cussing and then heard them slinking away. Michelle let out a sigh and flipped over onto her stomach. Sitting up carefully, Legates pulled the blankets away from her ankles. He sighed and carefully untied her ankle. They had only managed to get the string around one ankle. He tossed it on the floor and returned to his sleeping position.
A/N: Tomorrow...Smells, donuts, anger, butt scratching, trouser snake, walk of shame, shimmering body wash, dry cleaners, more smut, cheeseburgers, Super Soakers, running, catching, coconut icing, crack smoking, ground rules, mustard, and getting comfy.
A/N2: Unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances all my writing has been put on hold. My husband and I are moving so that has become a priority.