Disclaimer: I don't own Bones and no copyright infringement is intended.
Xylarisa: Glad you liked it. I personally thought it was pretty funny myself. Sometimes when I'm writing their interactions I let my inner child take over.
Nertooold54: Uncle Booth won't make an appearance for...wait okay it won't be tooo long =)
Silver Maker: What? You've never done that? Okay maybe that was just me and my sisters (I was usually the one being threatened with drool). Bwuahahahaha I'd love to have been there at one of your family gatherings I'd have had a blast. We kept our shenanigans out of the family gatherings...mostly ;-)
Angelbach: Nope nothing is normal about them LOL. Um, I think you can order those boars hair bristle brushes off line. I think they're fake hair though. How can you not love the guys =D They're a riot and they only get worse LOL. There will a small bit of angst but not too much. And here's a third smut chapter in a row for you =P
Dreadswench: Nope my husband does that too. I'm a mustard person myself. The only time I eat ketchup os on premade burgers like McDonalds or something. Otherwise meh I can do without it.
Yenyen76:Woot thanks for that complement. I sort of have brothers but I didn't grow up with them so I wasn't sure.
Guinnesshero: Yes, I know you like ketchup and mustard on your fries...blechh.
Chapter 31 - A Cupcake and A Brownie
"I thought your unit was based at Fort Benning," she said.
"No the 75th or Rangers Regiment is based at Benning. But individual units are based all over the place. Our unit was assigned here at Fort Myers. Plus we're 'highly trained' and 'important' soldiers so they want us where the best PTSD treatments are. Which is Bethesda," he said, sipping his drink.
"Let me guess. You guys spend seven hours a week yanking some pyschologist's chain," she guessed.
"A lot of the guys are doing that. Some of us aren't," he said gruffly.
"That's good. I mean it took the government years and years to finally acknowledge that it exists. So if a person needed the help they'd be stupid not to take it," she said. Closing her container, she stood up and carried it to the trash.
"You got treatment for yours right?" He asked, knowing she had but not knowing how much. She paused next to the trash can and turned to look at him.
"What do you really want to know?" She asked him in a blunt manner.
"I was just wondering what your treatment involved," he told her honestly.
She nodded and walked back towards the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she leaned back on her hands. She cocked her head and thought while she swung her foot.
"Michelle, you don't have to tell me this," Legates said quietly.
"Josh, it's not that. I'm trying to organize my treatment in an order that will make sense," she said, chewing on her bottom lip.
"I'll just start at the beginning," she said with a sigh and a shrug. He nodded in a go ahead gesture. She opened her soda, took a sip then screwed the cap back on.
"I wouldn't speak. I hadn't spoken since we were captured. I didn't talk at the encampment nor the flight home. Or even after we got home. Cam let me have about a week before she started pushing me to talk," Michelle said quietly.
Her eyes glazed over as she remembered those first few days. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around her wrist. Tugging lightly, he pulled her towards him. She moved so she was sitting between his legs with her back to his chest.
"I stopped sleeping. Every time I closed my eyes I'd be back there. So, I just stopped sleeping. It took another week for Cam to catch on to what was going on. I guess she spoke to Sweets," she said, shrugging, " I was checked into a treatment facility."
He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her lightly. He'd seen guys like that here at Bethesda.
"The first two days I spent sleeping. I was on a Klonopin and Ketamine cocktail to keep me calm while I was asleep. They had an EEG machine connected to me. I was averaging eight to ten nightmares a night," she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. She unscrewed her soda and took another sip.
"They wanted to put me on Seroquel and I realized that I had to take over my life or I would be on a potentially harmful drug. All drugs are harmful but this particular one kills people," she said. She felt him nod and knew he knew about the soldiers being treated for PTSD with it that had died.
"I went through intensive therapy. They tried to get me to talk about what happened but I never would. I was put on Xanax and Trazadone, I still have a prescription for them. I just don't use them much. I take the Xanax occasionally so I can go to a club and have fun or when I have a panic attack," she said. Legates winced at the thought of having to take a sedative to do something you enjoy.
"If I have a bad day, like when you got back from Philadelphia, I revert to the not speaking and sleeping. It lets me hide just for a little while. The doctors gave me a Trazadone prescription to help with the sleeping. It's also a mild anti-depressant which sometimes helps too," she said. He brushed her hair back from her face and trailed his knuckles down her cheek bone.
"I spent a few weeks in that institution learning to deal with and dealing with the panic attacks, the fear, the flash backs and all the lovely things that came with that trip. The nightmares of Booth telling me it was my fault because I didn't rescue her. The nightmares of you guys laughing at me for sobbing like a baby. The nightmares of..." she trailed off and he dropped a kiss on her temple.
"I got it. Enough, just please stop," he said his voice rough with emotion. He pulled her tighter against his chest and released a ragged breath.
"As you know, Sweets is still pushing so for the most part I've been trying to avoid him. I go to my psychiatrist once every two months and get my scripts when necessary," she finished, shrugging.
"Jesus, I wish I hadn't asked. I don't think I really wanted to know that," he said raggedly. She rubbed his arm and turned to face him.
"It's mostly over. I sometimes have problems but I guess we all have issues huh," she said, pecking his jaw with a kiss.
"That we do, sweetheart. That we do," he agreed wholeheartedly.
He shifted around a little uncomfortable at her wet shirt making his wet.
"What's wrong?" She asked, not noticing the wet shirt issue.
"You're getting me wet," he muttered.
"That's my line," she smirked.
He laughed and kissed the top of her head. She leaned forward and pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He removed his and she rolled over. He groaned as her breasts brushed his chest. She felt him rise to the occasion and grinned.
Leaning forward, she dropped a kiss on his lips gently biting his bottom lip. He groaned and deepened the kiss. The door from the hallway flew open and Perkins came charging in.
"Legates, you dick," he bellowed as he came flying around the corner.
Legates growled and yanked the blanket up covering Michelle who had dropped her forehead to his shoulder. Perkins came skidding to a halt at the sight of them in the bed.
"Uh, sorry, man," Perkins said, stuttering and backing up.
"What the hell do you want?" Legates barked, making Michelle jump at his bark.
"You used a vanilla bomb in my car," Perkins said, putting his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, your car stunk to high heaven," Legates told him with a smirk.
"Dammit! Now it smells like cupcakes and I'm craving sweet things," he growled.
"So, take the brownie on the counter and get the hell out," Michelle snapped, carefully rolling over so she didn't become uncovered. Legates burst into laughter and grinned at her.
"Sex over chocolate. Nice. She's right, take the brownie and get the hell out," Legates told Perkins with a smirk.
Perkins did an about face and left the room not bothering to take the brownie with him. Legates sighed and slid from the bed.
"Hey where are you going?" Michelle pouted, holding the blanket to the front of herself.
"Lock the door so the guys don't get any ideas they would think is funny," Legates said, walking to the door and locking it. He turned on the stereo as he walked by. She looked up at him with golden eyes and he smirked.
"I'm starting to think you like sex," he growled in pleasure, leaning over the bed and kissing her.
"Hmmm, yeah, a hell of a lot better than previous experiences," she said against his lips.
"Nothing like a good ego stroking," he muttered with a grin.
"Wasn't what I had in mind to stroke," she murmured.
He groaned and stood up straight. Unzipping his pants, he pulled them and the rest of his clothes off. He grinned as her jeans with her underwear still in them came flying over the edge of the blanket. Lifting the blanket, he crawled into the bed with her. Her eyes were glowing and he had a sudden thought that he'd created a monster. Smirking, he pulled her against his chest and ensnared her mouth with his.
She growled in the back of her throat and his erection throbbed at the sound. Releasing her lips, he moved to her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth and flicked it. Michelle sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as the heat that was building between her legs pulsed and grew almost out of control. He chuffed a quiet laugh in her ear and repeated the action causing her to moan.
His hand had wandered up to her breast from the bed next to her. Cupping it in his hand, his thumb flicked across her nipple. He placed kisses from her ear down her neck to her breasts. Scraping his teeth gently around her nipple but not biting it, he teased her. His tongue darted out and licked her nipple making her gasp.
Letting go of her breast, he reached down and tested her folds. She whimpered in need. Paying attention to the pleasure rushing around her body with her blood, she jumped in fright when her phone rang.
"Ignore it. I am," she growled.
He chuckled and returned to what he was doing. Sliding his fingers into her, he stroked in and out. As she approached her climax, he leaned over and kissed her. She mewled when he stopped stroking.
"Trust me," he whispered against her lips.
Moaning, she took his mouth in a kiss that left him breathless. Her lips moved across his cheek to his ear lobe. Sucking it into her mouth much like he did earlier, she began lightly sucking it and swirling her tongue around it. His own eyes fluttered closed as the sensations rocketed through his body. At that moment all he wanted was for her to take him in her mouth and use her tongue like that on him.
His fingers began to move and as a reward she moved her mouth from his ear to his neck and down as far as she could reach without breaking his grip on her. Her mouth was just below his collar bone when she began to suck. The light pain caused his pleasure to spike. He knew that it wasn't pain per se it was a hickey.
His fingers continued to stroke into her and he felt her start to flutter and slowed down his strokes. She groaned then growled at him. Coming back to eye level with him, she shot him a glare. He smiled and used his other hand to cup her breast. When his thumb brushed around the nipple, her head fell back.
Taking advantage of the position, he placed open mouthed kisses on her neck. Her breath was coming in short gasping breaths, partially in frustration and partially in arousal. Finally giving in, he sped up his fingers and curled his middle finger just enough to hit that spot. She moaned in a low growling tone as her orgasm built.
Brushing his thumb around her clit, he felt her start to tense and pressed just a little harder. Her body shook as the intensity of her orgasm shook her to her core. She felt as if she were shattering into a million pieces with the pleasure vibrating through her body. She moaned his name and came apart.
Legates growled as she moaned his name. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her until her body relaxed. Rolling so he was on top of her, he moved between her thighs and hooked his forearms under her knees. Leaning forward, he slid into her making her gasp. Pushing forward gently with his arms, he pushed her legs to her chest and spread them slightly.
Sliding out, he thrust back in and her eyes rolled back. He felt her pull her legs up and out. His eyes went wide at how far she could pull them up. Keeping his arms in place, he began to plunge into her with a fast but steady rhythm. She growled and used his arms as leverage to thrust back. His body slicked with sweat as he continued to piston into her.
She let out another moan and began to clench around him. He felt his orgasm build and his muscles tighten as it rolled over him. Growling, his climax rippled out of him in a wave that seemed like it would never end. Groaning, he leaned on his arms and panted as he hovered over her. Twisting her legs in a borderline contortionist position, she unwound from around him and slid off of him. Tugging at his arm, she pulled him down next to her. He grunted then fell over sighing. She smiled and kissed his lips.
"What am I going to do with you?" She murmured quietly. His lips spread into a smile and his eyes drifted closed.
"Keep me," he whispered.
"That I can do," she said softly.
Pulling the blanket over him, she carefully got out of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, she locked the doors and used the bathroom. When she came out from the bathroom, he was sleeping. Walking to the stereo, she turned it off with a smile. She got a towel from the cabinet under the bookcase. Pulling back the blankets, she laid the towel down and covered both the wet spots.
Crawling in the bed, she pulled the covers over herself and sprawled on her stomach. Legates was jerked awake when Michelle kicked him in the shin. Her breaths were ragged and fast. She let out a moan followed by a whimper of fear. Blinking, he looked over to see her thrashing and mumbling her sleep. He heard the low hum of voices from the other side of the bookcase that fell silent with her mumbling.
Running his hand down her back, he leaned over and kissed her temple. Her thrashing slowed down but her mumbling continued. Legates head jerked around when he heard footsteps come around the bookcase. Wilson stuck his head around the corner and almost caught the soda bottle Legates had flung in the face.
"Go away," Legates hissed quietly, glaring at Wilson.
Wilson's face disappeared and the voices resumed their low hum. Leaning back over, he whispered softly to Michelle that it was just a dream. She quieted and her breathing evened back out and slowed down. Sliding out from under the covers, he grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on then a shirt from the floor. Walking to the refrigerator, he opened it and pulled out a Coke. Turning, he face the five men sitting there. He glared at Techie who shrugged at him with a grin.
"Seriously? You couldn't find somewhere else to play poker?" Legates growled, glaring at the men.
"Shaddup and quityerbitchin. You've got more action today than I have in...oh wait never mind," Wilson shrugged sheepishly. Legates took several swallows of his Coke and let out a belch.
"Sexy," Wilson mocked.
"That's good coming from the guy who ate Chinese knowing damned well that he's allergic to soy. Then almost shit himself farting on my girlfriend," Legates said, smirking.
"Hey, she got me back by farting on me," Wilson protested.
"I did not fart on you. I just farted in your general direction," Michelle mumbled from the other side of the bookcases.
Techie started laughing and had to cover his eyes as tears rolled from them. Michelle looked around and groaned. Picking up the shirt Legates had been wearing earlier, she slid it on. Walking to the dresser, she pulled out a pair of shorts, one of the shirts she'd bought earlier and carried them back to where the bed was.
"Baby, why are you stealing my clothes?" Legates asked, before taking another sip of his soda.
"Because the jackasses in your unit hosed me with Super Soakers and my clothes are in a wet pile on the floor. So, unless you'd like me to run around naked I'll have to wear some of your clothes," she told him.
"I'm all for option B," Goodman called out.
She growled at him from behind the bookcase and he flinched slightly. Legates saw him flinch and let an evil smile cross his face.
"Goodman, are you scared of a sweet thing like Michelle?" Legates asked, screwing the cap on his soda.
"Hell yes and if you were smart you would be too," Goodman told him in a serious tone.
Michelle sighed as she fought with the string to the shorts. Finally getting them as tight as they'd go, she walked around the corner and out where the guys were sitting. Legates had to grin at the sight of her wearing a pair of his PT shorts. The word Army ran down the thigh and the shorts hung low on her hips. They ended up almost looking like a pair of capri's on her.
"Are your toenails neon green?" Wilson asked, looking at her toenails. She looked down and wiggled her toes.
"It would appear so," she said, looking at them in complete surprise as if she'd never noticed that.
"And they glow in the dark," Techie said, chuckling. Michelle raised an eyebrow at him in question.
"What? I had to hit the head in the middle of the night and your toes were poking out from under the covers. I have a tendency to notice things glowing in the dark," he said, laughing. She shook her head and turned to look at Legates.
"Josh, is there a dryer in the building. I'm going to need to wear real clothes home," she said.
"Yes, it's downstairs. I'll go ahead and wash them. I need to do towels anyway," he said, playfully glaring at her. She shrugged and took his soda from his hand. Unscrewing the cap, she took a sip.
"Well, if you stopped doing what you were doing I wouldn't have to use a towel to cover the wet spot," she said, smirking at him.
The men behind her howled in approval. Legates shook his head and went to the other side of the book case and stripped the sheets from the bed. Gathering the laundry up, he carried it to the closet. Tossing it on the floor, he opened the door and pulled down the basket, detergent and fabric softener. A surprised look crossed her features at the sight of the fabric softener. He set them on the floor and started digging in the top of the closet again.
"Yeah, girlie habit he has," Goodman said, chewing on his nail. Michelle smiled and shook her head.
"No, it's just good sense and shows he's not lazy," she said. Then she giggled when he tossed the Downy ball into the basket.
"Okay, only half lazy," she corrected.
He shot her a grin as he scooped the clothes up and dropped them in the basket. Placing the bottles on top of the clothes, he picked up the basket and walked out the door.
"Damn, you have him whipped in less than twenty four hours. He's already doing your laundry," Perkins smirked at him.
"Shut up, Cupcake," Michelle said, smirking back at him.
Walking to the counter, she opened the Styrofoam container. Seeing the brownie still there she did a small victory dance.
"Forks?" She called over her shoulder to Techie.
"Drawer to your left," he answered. She pulled the drawer open and and burst into laughter. There was a cutlery holder full of plastic silverware.
"Seriously?" She giggled, reaching down and pulling out a fork.
Shaking her head, she stuck her fork in the brownie and pulled a bite out. As she lifted it to her mouth, Perkins whined at her making her pause.
"Hey that's mine," he whined lightheartedly.
She stood there mouth open, fork halfway to her mouth when she glared jokingly at him. She ate the bite then licked the fork and drug it through the icing. Picking up a second fork, she carried it to him and held it out.
Wilson was laughing so hard his face was turning red. Shrugging, Perkins took the container and fork. He stabbed the fork into the brownie and started eating. Michelle pouted at him and glared.
"Sweetie, you need to learn one thing about us. We've spent so much time eating the shit the Army dishes up and MRE's that something like that brownie, you could probably drop it on the ground and we'd eat it," Techie said, laughing at her.
She shook her head and leaned over near Perkins' ear.
"But think about this while you're eating my brownie Perkins, remember where my mouth has been recently or better yet where it might have been," she said in an overly loud whisper.
The guys around the table's mouth fell open then they roared in laughter. Perkins looked at the brownie then held the container out to her. With a smile, she took the container from him and walked back to the counter and leaned against it. Legates walked in to find Goodman, Techie, Wilson and Johnson bawling in laughter. Perkins looking sick and Michelle leaning against the counter eating the brownie with a self satisfied smile on her face.
He looked around the room in confusion at the situation. Johnson caught sight of Legates and started laughing even harder. Johnson was leaning to the left so far he fell over onto the floor. Legates put his hands on his hips and turned to look at Michelle. She smiled as she licked some icing off the fork.
"What did you do?" He asked her over the sound of the guys laughter.
"Perkins there whined that this was his brownie," she said, pointing at Perkins with her fork, "even though we told him to take it with him when he left. He didn't so I figured it was still mine. So, I licked a fork and ran it through the icing but apparently that didn't matter to him. So, I just reminded him where my mouth may have been in the last few hours," she finished smugly.
Legates sucked in a breath and started laughing. He turned to look at Perkins who was sitting in his seat, holding his cards and pouting. Shaking his head, Legates walked around the bookcases and flopped down on the bed with a groan. Michelle followed him around still eating her brownie. She crawled on the bed and straddled his lower back, sitting on his butt.
He looked over his shoulder at her with a grin. She was obviously enjoying her brownie. She paused and a devilish glint came into her eye. She looked down at the brownie then back up at him and licked her lips.
"Good, God, I've created a monster," he groaned.
"Please tell me the guy who hasn't gotten any action in a year before last night is not bitching about sex," Johnson said wearily.
"Hey, in my defense she's threatening me with icing," Legates said defensively.
She arched her eyebrow as she took another bite of her brownie. She continued to look at him after chewing and swallowing.
"It's okay, Sweetcheeks, I'll leave you be. I have class all day tomorrow then I need to go to the gym. So, you can get your rest," she said, patting his back.
He rolled over under her and pouted at her. She shrugged and forked another piece of brownie. He sat up shifting her back onto his legs. Grabbing her wrist, he turned her hand and ate her bite of brownie. She whined then leaned over and kissed him.
"Mine," she told him.
The guys on the other side of the bookcase paused then burst into laughter. She smiled against his lips then feeling saucy stuck the fork in the brownie, reached between them and grabbed his thickening length.
"Mine," she said again. He barked out a laugh.
"Can we share that?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
She pursed her lips as she thought about it. He pecked a kiss on her lips and grinned. The laughter on the other side of the bookcase grew louder.
"Cam said I never was any good at sharing," she said, feeding him another bite of brownie.
"I'm in trouble then," he muttered.
"Naahh," she said, still grinning.
He shook his head and lay back to watch her finish her brownie. Tucking his hands behind his head, he grinned at her.
"So, icing huh?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Or hot fudge sauce, caramel, marshmallow...ohhh I saw a bubble gum flavor on Amazon," she said grinning and wiggling her eyebrows.
"Bubble gum? Seriously?" He asked, trying not to laugh at her almost child like excitement.
"Hey! I offered chocolate and bacon for you," she pouted.
"HOLY SHIT! Are you serious?" Wilson hollered from the other side of the bookcase.
"Yes, I am. I offered to cover my boobs in chocolate and bacon," she said, grinning at him.
"Jesus, why didn't I hit on her again?" Wilson asked the other guys.
"Because you already have a girlfriend," Michelle reminded him.
She set the container to the side and sprawled across Legates' chest. He grunted as he shifted across the bed towards the bookcase. Reaching out, he pulled one of the doors open. He pointed as the bottom shelf and grunted. She leaned over and used her fingertips to pull the box, he was pointing at, towards them.
"We're pathetic," he muttered.
She giggled and pulled the box off the bottom shelf. She held it out to him and he took it from her hands. Laying it on the bed next to them, he flipped it open and dug around with one hand.
"There it is," he grunted.
"Did you finally find Michelle's happy spot?" Perkins called out his voice full of laughter. Michelle looked at Legates her eyes twinkling.
"No, he found that the first time," she purred, making Perkins eyes slam shut.
"Oh, God," he muttered.
"Don't ask questions to which you do not want answers," she said. Legates grinned at her and held out a book. Her grin spread wider and she laughed.
"Ohh yeah, this could be fun," she said, grinning at him.
"Pictures?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow. He shrugged and gestured for her to open the book.
"Well, that's helpful," she said, pointing to the Sanskrit.
"It's Sanskrit," he told her with a grin.
"Again that's helpful," she said, sarcasm still in place.
"Oh, shit dude, you're showing her that?" Techie said in a half laughing half horrified tone.
"What's wrong with showing it to me?" Michelle asked her face screwed up in confusion.
Legates barked out a laugh and wiggled his eyebrows. He took the book from her hands, reached in the box again and dug around. Pulling out a second book, he handed it to her. She flipped it open and her eyes went crossed at the picture the book fell open to.
"This," she said, turning the book to face him, "will probably not ever happen. I might break you. I'm not sure you can bend into that particular position."
The guys on the other side of the bookcase yowled in laughter. He picked up the book in Sanskrit and flipped through the pages. He found what he was looking for and turned the book to face her, tapping the picture he drew her eyes to it. She stared at it intently for a second.
"Yeah, we could do that but not this," she said, pointing at the book in her hands.
"Same thing," he said in a quiet tone.
"Nuh uh," she said, looking at the pictures again. He bit his lip then smiled.
"Have you ever done this?" She asked, tapping the book he was holding.
"Probably not. He doesn't show that book to just anyone," Techie hollered.
"Then how do you know about it?" Michelle asked, grinning down at Legates.
"He let me borrow it," Techie said, grinning at the other guys.
"So," Perkins said.
"So it was one of the best weeks of my life," Techie said, wiggling his eyebrows. Perkins snorted and rolled his eyes.
"It's just a Kama Sutra," Perkins said, frowning.
"Oh no, it's different than any other version I've seen," Techie said, shaking his head.
Michelle was perusing the book on Legates' chest. He was laying on his back with his hands tucked behind his head watching her. She turned the book to face him and tapped her finger.
"You might hurt yourself with that one," he said. She giggled and shook her head.
"I was a cheerleader," she said, laughing.
"That's a little more than cartwheels, darlin'" he said, smirking.
"Sweetcheeks, cheerleaders now a days do gymnastics, tumbling, dance and stunts," Johnson said, laughing.
Michelle sat up on his legs and he watched as she stretched her arms and back. She scooted back so she was sitting on his knees. Arching her back, she put her hands on the floor and walked her legs up and over her body. When she stood up and faced him, his eyes were wide. She grinned and wiggled her hips. Johnson didn't look up from his cards but saw Techie's face out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled and smacked the table.
"We're playing poker not watching Michelle do gymnastics," he muttered. The guys turned their attention back to the game.
"Bastard," Perkins muttered.
"You had your chance, Perkins, you just didn't take it. I should tell you though, even if you had asked I would have said no. You're too short," Michelle said, her eyes meeting Legates and twinkling. Legates had sat up then stood.
"Have to go put the clothes in the dryer," he muttered, wishing he could stay right where he was.
Michelle nodded, stepped around him and flopped on the bed. It gave a groaning squeak and Michelle let out a husky laugh.
"I think we broke your bed, Josh," Michelle said.
He froze halfway to the door and shot the guys sitting there a grin. He left the room and headed down the hall. Michelle lay on her stomach and flipped through the book. Looking around, she didn't see anything to mark pages. Sighing, she looked around again.
"Techie, I need some paper I can tear up for bookmarks," Michelle called out. Techie laughed and shook his head.
"There should be some on his night side table," Techie called out.
Michelle grunted as she wiggled across the bed, taking the book with her. She opened the drawer and peeked in. She didn't see anything so she looked at the small shelf underneath the drawer. A notebook lay on the shelf, flipping it open, she pulled out a sheet and put the notebook back. Seeing a pen, she grabbed that too then pushed the drawer closed again. She tore off a small section, scribbled a note and tucked it in a page. Johnson snickered as he heard her tearing paper and pages being turned. Legates walked back into the room carrying his detergent and stopped at the guys laughter. They looked at him and kept on laughing. Putting down the bottles, he looked at them and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's so funny?" He asked them with a glare.
"She's marking pages like crazy over there," Goodman said, waving his finger towards the bookcase behind him. He shot Legates an almost pitying look.
"I think you'll be spending the next ten weekends butt nekkid, doing the dirty," Goodman said, his voice choked with laughter.
A wide happy grin crossed Legates and the guys hooted and catcalled as he walked around the corner to find Michelle with her head cocked looking back and forth between the two books.
A/N: Chapter 32 will have... money, sex, sanity, graduating early, tickling, falling in the floor, cold feet, pink fuzzy socks, school comes first, alcohol abuse, texting, bologna, fingers in pants, manwhore, panties, throwing underwear, Jefferson, Legates' junk, tonsils, proof, security warnings, a naked girl, Westminster at Midnight, girlie smelling, pillows, sneaking up on Legates, Zumba, stinky chick, food, and sex.
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