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Just to warn you. This chapter has a section that is quite racy and I hope that it won't offend/upset my T readers. I didn't feel it was enough for two chapters but I did want to warn you it's here.
Chapter 44 – She Likes Things Big
Legates shook his head and headed to a door on the side of the building. Michelle followed two steps behind him. He held the door open and allowed Michelle through the door first.
"Hey, Legates," the young man behind the counter called out as Legates came through the door.
"'Sup," Legates said, closing the door behind him.
Michelle looked around and her eyes widened. The gym was well appointed and very similar to her own gym.
"You were expecting concrete, bench presses, pull up bars and treadmills maybe?" Legates said with a knowing smirk.
"Yep, pretty much," Michelle admitted.
Legates snickered and walked over to a door. Michelle followed him over to the door.
"Uh, Legates, you need to sign your guest in," the young man called.
Legates let out a sigh because he'd forgotten that and turned back to face the desk. Striding over, he scribbled on a piece of paper then handed the pen to Michelle. Michelle signed her name then turned to follow Legates. She walked into a bare room and looked around. Men were all over the place.
"Mmmm, testosterone," Michelle cooed, blinking her eyelashes in a dramatic way.
The men paused, looked at her,then returned to their work outs. Techie chuckled and hooked his arms over the pull up bar.
"Awww, what are you doing here, sweetheart," Techie cooed, making googlie eyes at Legates.
"Legates brought me," Michelle answered with a smirk. Goodman started laughing and paused his sit ups.
"Great now nothing will get done. We'll be too busy laughing," Goodman complained.
"Nope, I'll behave," Michelle said, walking over to a wall and sliding down to the floor to sit.
Legates grinned and disappeared back out the door. Michelle sat on the floor, her eyes roaming the sweating, sculpted bodies around the room. A feline smile spread across her face at the sight of men in assorted sizes, covered in sweat, muscles straining as they lifted weights.
"I think Michelle is quite happy," Techie snickered as he pulled his body up.
She shot him a wink and let a grin spread across her face. Legates walked in and over to a bench press. Looking at the barbell, he sighed.
"Yackley been in here?" He asked with a grin on his face as he eyed the bar with ten pound weights on the end.
The men around the room snickered and went back to their exercises. Adding a lot more weight, Legates nodded to himself and walked around to the bench itself.
"Techie, you gonna spot me?" Legates asked, looking over at Techie.
"Yeah," Techie grunted and dropped to the floor.
He walked over and stood there as Legates lay down on the bench. The gold flecks in Michelle's eyes got brighter and several of the men stared.
"Okay, enough with the creepy eyes, woman," a man snapped from the other corner.
Michelle turned her gaze to him and scowled. Legates looked up from the bench before picking up the weight. Michelle turned her gaze to him. He smirked then chuckled at a look he'd learned to recognize.
"Behave," he told her with a grin.
"I can't help it. Testosterone is a naturally produced aphrodisiac. In both men and women," she said, lifting her nose.
"Heh, someone is studying the endocrine system," Goodman laughed from his position on a Roman extension bench.
Michelle just nodded her agreement to his statement. Legates picked up the bar and breathed in deeply. He lifted the bar and lowered it down to his chest. Exhaling, he pushed the bar up and held it for a second before lowering it down again.
Goodman could see Michelle every time he pulled up into an upright position of his sit ups. He started bawling in laughter when he saw look of arousal on her face.
She flicked a glance at him and let her left eyelid close in a slow wink. She watched as Legates did five sets of ten reps. His body was slicked with sweat and her eyes were mostly gold but there was still brown visible. Techie snorted over Legates' head, making Legates look up at him in question.
"I wouldn't suggest bringing Michelle anymore. You might get taken on the bench," Techie murmured with a smirk. Legates put the bar back on the stand and smirked at Techie.
"You're just jealous," Legates said.
"You're about to be a victim of sexual aggression," Techie said, smirking.
Legates shook his head and sat up. He shot Michelle a glance and his mouth almost fell open. A feline smile spread across her face and her eyes dropped into a sexually laden look.
"Legates, your girl is creepy," a boxy, muscular, blonde guy called from the wall caddy corner to Michelle. Her head jerked around and she glared at the man.
"See, that creepy gold color," the guy said, pulling himself up on a pull up bar.
Legates laughed and shook his head. He wasn't about to share that she wasn't creepy just turned on. Michelle jumped slightly when her pocket began to sing. The men in the gym snickered at the Cinderella song.
"Hello," Michelle answered.
"Michelle, we've got an identification on the victim and will soon be ready to start the complete autopsy," Cam said crisply.
"Okay, I'll be there shortly. Ten maybe twenty minutes," Michelle said.
"Okay," Cam said, closing her phone and ending the connection. Michelle stood up and walked over to where Legates was sitting.
"As exciting," she paused at a roar of laughter from Legates, "as this has been. I have to get to the lab. Cam's ready to start the autopsy."
"Okay," Legates said, looking up at her. He paused for a minute as if thinking about something then made his decision.
"Goodman, can I catch a ride with you?" Legates asked, looking over his shoulder at Goodman. Goodman paused and shot him a quizzical look then shrugged.
"Don't see why not," he said with a smirk.
"Keys are in locker ten," Legates said, looking at Michelle with a quirked eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" She said, confusion painted on her face.
"Take my truck. The keys are in my locker," he told her, wiping his face off with the towel in his hand.
"Probably wreck that big ass thing," she muttered.
"Naah," he said.
Shrugging, she turned on her heel and walked towards the door. The blonde guy watched her disappear into the locker room and chuckled.
"Should have warned her to warn the guys in the locker room," he told Legates. They heard her knock on the door.
"Woman coming in, cover it up unless you want me to see," she called out. Legates looked over at the blonde guy.
"Ferguson, she goes to a gym and has enough common sense not to barge into a guys' locker room unannounced," Legates said in a patronizing tone.
Ferguson shrugged and went back to his exercises. Michelle came back a few moments later, his keys jingling in her hand.
"Are you sure?" She asked, her face scrunched in uncertainty.
"Yeah, Baby, go ahead. Just be careful driving on post," he said, smiling. She leaned over and pecked him on the lips.
"I'll bring it back tonight," she called as she walked out through the door.
Perkins scowled at Legates.
"Bastard, I've known you longer and you won't let me drive your truck," he grumbled. Legates raised an eyebrow at Perkins. Perkins continued to scowl.
"Perkins, I've known him longer than you. I share a room with him and he won't let me drive it either. The only person I know he lets drive it is Jefferson," Techie said. Legates chuckled, stood up, wiped down the bench and headed to the pull up bar.
"I mean what's so special about her?" Perkins grumbled as he pulled up.
Legates had just pulled himself up. He started laughing and couldn't keep his grip. Dropping to the floor, he bent over and braced his hands on his knees as he laughed.
"You're not serious right, Perkins?" Brown asked from his position on a leg press.
"What?" Perkins asked with a glowering frown. The men around the room burst into laughter at Perkins' denseness.
"She has pie," Techie told Perkins with a smirk. Perkins' face screwed up in disgust.
"Ungggh, that's Michelle you're talking about," Perkins said, his face still screwed up.
"Perkins, she is not, nor has she ever felt like, MY sister. No matter how YOU think of her," Legates said, grunting as he pulled himself up.
Michelle walked out to the truck and used the fob to unlock it. Sighing, she opened the door and climbed awkwardly into the truck. Looking around, she found the seat controls, moved the seats, adjusted the mirrors, then changed the radio station. The kid behind the counter watched in fascination as Michelle made it possible for her to drive Legates' truck.
Satisfied, Michelle put the truck in reverse and jumped when the radio flipped under and a screen appeared. Her eyes shot wide as it flickered to life and showed her the area behind the truck. Laughing, she looked over her shoulder and began to back out. She put the truck in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.
Laughing, the kid behind the counter jogged over to the door to the room where Legates was. Stopping at the door, he breathed deeply then started laughing again at the mental image of Michelle driving Legates' truck.
"Legates," the boy laughed.
"What, Roger?" Legates asked, looking at the laughing kid.
"Your girlfriend," he started but had to pause as another fit of laughing overtook him, "driving your truck. Oh my God," he said, still laughing.
Hooking his elbows on the bar, Legates pulled himself up and hung there. He raised an eyebrow waiting for Roger to continue.
"She's so small driving that huge truck," Roger laughed. Legates shook his head and went back to his pull ups.
"What can I say, she likes things big," Legates said with a smirk.
The guys in his unit burst into laughter at his double entendre.
Two hours later, Legates sat on his bed reading his Spanish lesson from the previous class. Already knowing Italian helped as the languages were so close in nature. So, mainly for him it was about conjugation and vocabulary. He spent the rest of the day working on his vocabulary and conjugations. Michelle had driven back to her dorm and gotten her backpack. She paused then packed an overnight bag just in case he wanted her to stay.
After leaving the dorms, she drove over to the lab and parked the truck in a back corner away from the other vehicles. Getting into the lab, she walked to the autopsy room and watched, took notes then discussed the autopsy with Cam. Night had fallen and gone unnoticed by Legates until a knock sounded at the door. Frowning, he stood up, holding his flash cards in his hand. Walking to the door, he opened it and turned around without looking up.
"Come in," he said, distractedly.
Michelle stepped through the door with a grin on her face. She purposely jingled the keys in her hand. Legates looked up at the sound of jingling keys. A smile spread across his face.
"Hey, Baby," he said, moving towards her.
She held out her hand with the keys in them. Rolling his eyes, he reached around her waist and pulled her against his body.
"Thank you," she said quietly, smiling up at him.
"No problem," he answered, before leaning down and kissing her.
She hmmd in the back of her throat as his mouth closed over hers. Romero made a disgusted noise as he walked past the door and saw them kissing. Reaching around Michelle, Legates pushed the door closed in Romero's face with a thump. Michelle smiled against his lips and chuckled. He still held his flash cards in his hand.
"What are you studying?" She asked, reaching around to take the cards from his hand. She tugged and he gripped them harder and grinned at her.
"Vocabulary," he said, kissing her again.
"Oh, we can have fun with vocabulary," she smirked.
He looked at her, his brow puckered in slight confusion. She smiled and took the cards from his hand. She flipped through them and a slow smile spread across her face.
She pointed to her head and held up a card that had the word head printed on it.
"Cabeza," he said, grinning at her. Shaking her head, she gave him a 'try again' look.
"la cabeza," he tried again.
She smiled, reached up, and took off her earrings. His eyes widened and a devilish grin spread across his face. Reaching behind her again, he flipped the lock on the door.
Looking at the next card, she pursed her lips then pointed to her mouth.
"la boca," he said. She nodded and pulled one shoe off.
"Hey those are a pair," he pointed out.
She shook her head in a no-no gesture. Grunting, he waited for the next word. She bent over and picked up her shoe. Walking around him, she headed for the bed behind the bookcases, still wearing one shoe. He followed behind her, turning the stereo on at a low volume. Flipping the lock on the bathroom door as he passed, he continued to the bed.
Michelle was standing at the end of the bed waiting for him. He sat on the bed at the head and looked at her for the next body part. She smirked at him then rippled her tongue at him.
"la lengua," he told her.
She pulled off her other shoe and pushed it under the bed. She tapped her lip and waited.
"los labios," he smirked.
She smiled and pulled off a sock. Looking down at the next card, she chuckled and circled her face with her hand.
"la nariz," he said, scrunching his face. She shook her head and put a sock back on.
"Aww, dammit, I didn't know that was in the game," he pouted. Laughing, she flipped the card out and said the word while gesturing.
"la cara," she told him.
Setting the card to the side, she looked at the next one and glared. Sighing, she gestured towards her breasts. He laughed at her gesture and waggled his eyebrows.
"El seno o el pecho," he told her with a grin.
"You would remember that wouldn't you," she grumped with a grin. She pulled off her sock again smiling.
She tilted her head to the side and tapped her neck.
"el cuello," he answered after searching his brain briefly.
She took the other sock off and holding her foot up she pointed at it.
"El pie," he said. She glowered at him and reached for the sock.
"What? That's the answer," he said, grinning because he'd purposely mispronounced it. She started to put her sock on.
"Alright, alright, el pie," he said, properly pronouncing it.
Smiling, she pointed at her eye.
"Los ojos," he said.
She pulled her shirt over her head and then pointed to her leg. He grinned and his eyes lightened at the sight of her breasts encased in a lime green bra with a white lace butterfly across the front.
"la pierna," he said.
She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans. Sliding them down her hips, she stepped out of them and pushed them away with her foot. She now stood in front of him in a lime green bra and a pink pair of peach bikini panties that had ties on the side. He almost missed her pointing to her arm.
"Hey you weren't wearing those this morning," he pointed out.
She grinned and pointed to her arm again.
"el brazo," he said, his head starting to have problems connecting the body part to a Spanish word. She smiled at him her eyes glowing a mostly golden color as she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off.
A smirk crossed her face and she pointed to shoulder. His eyes followed her hand and then traveled down to her breasts.
"Uh, uh," he stuttered.
She started reaching for her bra to put it back on. His mind frantically searched for the word.
"Los hombros," he spit out before she could put it on.
Looking up at him she tilted her head as if she wasn't sure if she should give it to him. Shrugging, she untied her panties and let them fall. His erection had come into play when she pulled off her pants now was straining in his pants. Shifting, he tried to adjust himself into a more comfortable position.
She pointed to her hand.
"el mano," he said quickly.
She shook her head sorrowfully and pulled her panties back on, tying each side slowly and carefully. Setting the card to the side, she looked at the next one.
"la mano," she corrected, as her eyes scanned the card.
She tugged at her ear and waited expectantly.
"la oreja," he said, his eyes fixed on her breasts.
She jumped slightly and her gaze darted frantically to the door when a knock sounded at it.
"Hey, Legates, we're watching a movie. You coming?" Davis yelled through the door.
"No, I'm studying. Go away," Legates barked.
"How do you study with music on?" Davis asked a confused look on his face.
"Go away," Legates barked again, getting irritated. He leaned forward and reached out to draw her to his lap.
"You're still wearing clothes," she said huskily. He groaned and looked down. On the upside, he wasn't wearing shoes or socks.
Michelle chuckled again softly and pointed to her elbow.
"el coda," he spouted quickly.
He pronounced it properly because at this point the fun and games were over. His mission, was to get naked and as fast as possible. Michelle crawled towards him from the end of the bed and reached out for him. Grabbing the edge of his tee shirt, she pulled it up and over his head. His eyes traced her face and noted the golden glint in her eyes.
She pointed to her knee and his eyes shot to the curve of her neck. He licked his lips and thought for a second.
"la rodilla," he answered.
She smiled and popped the button on his jeans. The sound of his zipper rang out in the room as she pulled it down. He leaned back and let her pull his jeans off then toss them on the floor.
She pointed to her nose and he scrunched his face trying desperately to remember the word.
"la nariz," he said tentatively.
Lightly licking her lips, she reached for his underwear and pulled them down his body. After tossing them on the floor, she leaned back between her heels with her legs slightly spread. She reached for the card he'd gotten wrong. He sucked in a deep breath as she became visible to him.
"Last one for the game," she whispered.
She picked up the card, held up the English side and gestured to her face again.
"la cara," he said hoarsely.
Reaching out, he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her against his body.
"I want you to help me study all the time," he said, placing his lips against her throat. She chuckled and sucked in a gasp as his tongue found that spot at the base of her neck that caused pleasure to shoot all over her body.
"I have, ummm, anatomy, mmmm, as well," she said.
He growled and pulled her down on top of him as he laid down on his back. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. He broke the kiss and tried to scoot down. When that didn't work he wrapped his hands around her rib cage and lifted her up so her breasts were at his face. He swirled his tongue around her nipple making her moan and slick with wetness. They both groaned when another knock on the door sounded.
"What?" Legates barked and almost growled when he heard the key in the lock. Lifting his butt, he pulled the covers out from under him and up then over them.
"Dude, get your head out of your ass and..." Techie's words trailed off as the sound of music reached his ears and his eyes caught sight of the lime green bra on the floor.
"Dammit," Techie grumbled. Michelle sighed and rolled her eyes. Legates looked at her and his eyes asked for forgiveness.
"Fine," she muttered and rolled off him.
"We'll be right down," Legates rumbled.
"Okay," Techie mumbled and closed the door. Rolling out from under the covers, Michelle walked to the end of the bed and pulled on her clothes.
"Your friends suck," Michelle grumbled.
"Well, I kind of did promise to watch this movie with them," he said sheepishly. He started pulling his clothes on. Michelle looked up sharply and frowned.
"Why didn't you say something?" She asked, her voice a little sharper than she meant it to be.
"I was distracted," he said, shrugging.
"Honey, I'm not trying to come between you and the guys," she said softly.
"I know," he said, smiling at her.
"I can go home," she told him gently.
"Nahh, they don't care that you're here. You don't interrupt male bonding. In fact you kinda add to it. They view you as their little sister or one of the guys depending on the situation," he said.
Grunting, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. She used the bathroom while he finished dressing and got his body under control. They left the room and headed down to the lounge. Michelle's senses were assaulted by the smell of chicken when she walked in.
"I thought this was a guys only thing," Jones whined when he spotted Michelle.
Michelle spun on her foot and headed back to the door when she ran into Legates frame. He bent over and picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder. Smacking her on the ass, he carried her to the couch.
"Michelle isn't a girl, she's one of the guys," Goodman said, looking over at Jones.
"See, Legates does have don't ask don't tell tendencies. He's sleeping with one of his own guys," Maggs said, smirking. Michelle looked over her shoulder and growled at the man.
"Whoooheee and he's got a temper no less," Maggs said, still smirking. Addison swallowed and moved away from Maggs, more towards Wilson.
"In case you've forgotten Maggs, she was the one who caught Perkins in the hallway. She sat on his shoulders and held him down with her legs," Wilson said, reaching over and snagging a piece of chicken from the bucket between himself and Addison.
"Heh, I did forget that," Maggs said.
"She also beat the crap outta Rickets," Techie said, around a mouthful of chicken.
Michelle's eyes narrowed and she let out a feline growl when Techie mentioned Rickets. Techie put his hands up defensively.
"Don't go all Ocelot on me. Want some chicken?" Techie asked, holding out a bucket of chicken. She smirked at him.
"I'd love some but my hot sauce is upstairs and someone is still holding me 6 feet off the floor," she said. Legates spun around and dropped her on the couch. She landed with a grunt and glared up at him.
"What we watching?" She asked, looking over a Techie.
"Nothing you'd like," Romero snorted, rolling his eyes. She leaned up on her elbow and squinted at him.
"And how would you know that. You know nothing about me," she said incredulously.
"We're watching The Great Escape," he muttered sullenly.
"Oh, I love-"
"Let me guess, Charles Bronson," Romero cut her off. She scrunched her face up with a scowl.
"No, Steve McQueen," she snapped.
"Aww, are you getting mad, girlie?" Romero said, narrowing his eyes at her. A slow evil smile spread across Michelle's face.
"Oh shit," Techie breathed.
"Sweetheart, the military gets pissy when you kill their soldiers," Legates said, lying down on the couch behind her.
"I wasn't going to kill him. Just put him in the case at the lab," she said, the evil smile firmly in place.
"Which one?" Legates asked, frowning at her.
"The one you were tapping on," she answered, the grin getting darker by the second.
"Unngh," Legates muttered. Romero looked to Legates expectantly for an explanation.
"It's umm full of...well..." Legates trailed off.
"Flesh eating beetles," Michelle said succinctly.
"There is no such thing," Romero snapped, glowering at her. Michelle raised an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder at Legates.
"Ahh, actually, Romero, there are. I've seen them and I've seen them eat human flesh," Legates said.
"Liar," Romero snapped. Michelle just smirked and lay back against Legates.
"Whatever," Michelle said softly.
Hitting the play button, Romero glared at the screen. He huffed and puffed anytime Michelle made a noise. Finally, she lost her temper, stood up and strode out of the room. Romero let a smile creep across his face when she finally left the room. Legates growled, stood up and stalked from the room after her.
Picking up his bucket of chicken, Techie followed his friends from the room. Romero watched in horror as one by one the Rangers got up and left the room. Maggs looked at Romero and shook his head. He liked his own unit but he liked to hang out with Techie and Legates better.
"They said she was like one of the guys," he hissed quietly, before standing up and leaving the room. Romero snorted and rolled his eyes.
Michelle pushed the door to Legates'room open and walked in. Looking around, she saw his keys on the counter. Picking them up, she walked back out of the room and started down the hallway. Legates opened the door and saw Michelle coming towards him.
"And where do you think you're going, missy?" He asked with a gentle smile. Michelle looked up at him and frowned.
"Just going to get my backpack so I can go home," she said quietly. Reaching out, he caught her around the waist.
"Why?" He asked with a small frown puckering his brow.
"Because it is quite obvious that I'm interrupting guy time and I don't want to do that," she said, looking up at him with a serious look on her face. Techie came through the door at the end of the hallway. Michelle stomped her foot and glared.
"Dammit, see that's what I'm talking about," she growled, pointing at Techie. Techie froze in his tracks and stared at Michelle with confusion on his face.
"What?" Techie said, confused as to why Michelle would be angry with him.
Grunting, Michelle pulled out of Legates' arms and stalked around him. Throwing his hands up in the air, Legates followed her down the hall. She slammed through the door and into the stairwell. She groaned at the sight of the rest of the unit trickling up the stairwell. She brushed past them, her legs flying down the stairs.
She had just pushed past Maggs when Legates reached the stairwell. He let out a long suffering groan and started down the stairs after her. The guys watched Legates chase Michelle down the steps then looked up to see Techie standing on the landing with a frown on his face.
"What is going on?" Addison asked, looking down the stairs then back up at Techie.
"On this one, I have no freaking clue," Techie said, peering down the stairwell.
Legates caught Michelle as she was digging in the backseat of his truck. She threw a bag over her shoulder and it hit the ground with a thump. Legates walked up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her out of the truck. She was clutching her backpack and wearing a scowl.
"Please put me down," she growled at him.
"Hmm, nope not until you tell me what the hell is going on in your brain," he said, holding her up off the ground.
"Dammit, Josh, put me down," she screeched. Legates looked over his shoulder to see the guys coming out the door to watch.
"Uh, no," he replied to her screech.
She growled and wrapped her legs around his waist. Bending forward, she attempted to put a strain on his arms and break his grip. He chuckled at her attempt to get free.
"Baby, I'm stronger than you. So you might as well give it up," he said in a low tone, gently reminding her of his strength.
"Look, Josh, I told you. I'm not trying to get between you and the guys but apparently that is exactly what I'm doing. So, I'm going home," she snapped.
"Gee, that's awfully funny because the guys are standing over behind me which means that you are not coming between us," Legates said, turning her so she could see the guys standing by the door.
Maggs leaned over at the waist and peered at her from an upside down position. She glowered at him and narrowed her eyes. Pursing her lips, she fell silent. Legates waited for her to tell him something. Shifting her weight around in his arms, he repositioned her then flung her over his shoulder.
"Hey, Goodman, can you get her bag?" Legates asked, as he locked the truck door then pushed it closed. Michelle let out a sigh of frustration and closed her eyes.
"Josh, put me down and let me go home," Michelle said quietly.
"Nope," he said cheerfully, smacking her on the ass then letting his hand run over where he just smacked. He carried her through the door and towards the stairs.
"You're a dick, Romero," Legates called out as he walked past the lounge which was now empty of everyone but Romero and Jones.
"Better to be a dick than a bitch," Romero shot back.
Michelle flinched at the insult and sucked in a breath. Legates froze in his tracks and spun around. Stalking through the door to the lounge, he glared at Romero with a snarl on his face.
"Romero, you're an asshat. I've put up with your childish antics because up until now they've been funny. That was uncalled for and most definitely not funny. Now apologize," Legates demanded, swinging around until Michelle was facing Romero. Romero glared at Michelle and she gave him the finger.
"Let's go, Josh, or I'm going to throw up down the back of your legs," Michelle said, getting light headed from hanging upside down for so long. Legates stalked to the door and turned slightly.
"We're not done with this conversation, Romero," Legates promised.
Romero shrugged sullenly and turned back to the TV. Legates started up the stairs and stopped on his landing. He was about to open the door when he heard a whistle above him. Looking up, he saw Techie standing on the third floor landing.
"We're watching in Maggs' room. He's got the biggest TV," he informed Legates.
Nodding, Legates climbed the next flight of stairs. Walking down the hall, he pushed open Maggs' door. He set Michelle down on the floor and turned her to face the men sitting around the room.
"These guys, these are my friends and they would rather spend time with you than with Romero," Legates said. Michelle looked at the guys sitting around the room. She turned a shy smile on them and clutched her backpack to her chest.
"Move off, dumbass," Techie said, pushing Addison off the futon.
Legates pushed Michelle towards the futon, sitting down, he pulled her down in his lap. Michelle put her backpack on the floor then settled in comfortably and glanced around. Techie held the bucket of chicken out towards her and she shook her head. Legates sighed and glanced over at Techie since Michelle was in his lap.
"Alright, alright, I'm going," Techie muttered then stood up and left the room. He returned moments later and handed Legates the hot sauce then sat back down.
Legates hung the bottle in front of her. She took the bottle from his hand and pecked his lips. Techie held the bucket out with a smirk. She took a breast and eyed it in delight. She looked around and a plate appeared in her vision. She set the breast on the plate and unscrewed the lid to the hot sauce. Maggs sat nearby watching with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face. Wilson chuckled watching Maggs watch Michelle. She doused the chicken in hot sauce and screwed the lid on. She set it down on her backpack then turned back to her chicken.
"You want something to drink?" Maggs offered solicitously, still wearing a smirk.
"Not right now but thanks," Michelle said, absently.
Picking up the piece of chicken, she took a bite and Maggs leaned forward in anticipation. He'd seen people eat Martinez's hot sauce and the bottle Techie had brought in was about the same size. The men in Techie's unit had shown him video of Addison after a cold shower when he ate hot sauce from Michelle's plate. That had to have been a prank because he didn't know anyone who could eat anything that hot. He frowned and sat back as she swallowed then took another bite.
"I told you man," Techie said, shrugging. Maggs snorted and shook his head.
"So, what are we watching?" Michelle asked, after swallowing her chicken.
"Nope, nope, sucks, seen it," Maggs said as he started flipping through the channels.
"Hey, Star Wars," Davis said, pointing towards the bottom of the screen.
"Sounds good," Addison said, flopping down on the other side of Legates. Michelle smirked and threw her feet in his lap.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey, you're lucky she's wearing something on them," Legates muttered.
Michelle giggled and reached over to pull her shoes off. Addison burst into laughter at the sight of her mismatched socks. Legates looked down at her socks. One was lime green and one was peach, each striped with a lighter shade of that particular color.
"Hey they match-"
"Those do NOT match," Addison said, looking at Legates as if he were nuts.
"They match my bra and panties," Michelle said primly.
"Oh maaaannnnn," the guys groaned.
A/N: Next chapter...a lost mind, flying chicken parts, pajamas, a cat, popcorn, elusive female O, a challenge, fear, Dagobah, nightmares, Phantom of the Opera, magic coffee fairy, fast shower, coffee club, ties, proof reading, goody two shoes, short people, revelations, Not asking and Not telling, and a little depression.