Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of Hart Hanson's characters. And I sure as hell ain't making no money off of it like Fox is.
Yenyen76: Who doesn't love the Muppets? ;-) I was snickering as I wrote that scene. Couldn't resist.
Nertoool54:I had to do something original cos that's how I roll LOL totally stole that comment from Darhmamonkey.
Luckywynner86: Ha then I will make sure there's plenty more of that to come in future stories =D It's easy enough to write.
Jenheir1: ROFL everyone seems to love the Muppets ;-) can't blame them though can we?
Mlbrunell: No problem. I kind of had a problem deciding on the tattoo. I needed to tie in his past (DnD) with his present (Army) and make it not too girlie. Yeah, I'm thinking I'll have to join Gevalia so I can order some...hmmm...YUM
Angelbach: ROFL lets face it, weird conversations are just a given with anyone in the Bones world. They just don't have normal ones, ya know. Yeah, I figured I'd stew on that one. I'm a little undecided exactly how to go about doing that one. Still working on it. Maybe by the end of the third story. (dealing with the father that is ;-D) The squished truffle was allll me. I was writing him running off and I thought, you know if that were me I'd fall flat on my face and have squished chocolate on my chest. But then I thought well these are a bunch of guys and they're supposed to be sure footed cos they're special ops. Yeah, someone had to trip him /snicker
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Chapter 62- I Date A Sniper Because -SMUT
The next week passed for Michelle in a haze of studying and packing. She and Legates mostly stayed in Michelle's dorm as she had to pack and study. Legates spent the week in the gym or studying his Spanish. He finally sat down to look at the American University courses and had to stop and think.
What was he going to do after the military? Would there be an after the military? Was he going to stay in and he stopped mid thought. That was something he'd have to discuss with her. He knew she had another four years of school and internship after that.
The night before New Year's Eve, he heard Michelle and Tanya whispering by the couch and looked over at them. They were pointing at a piece of paper, nodding, and smiling.
"What are you two up to?" He asked, eyeing them with suspicion.
"Just planning the party," Michelle replied.
"Uh, huh," he said, his voice still suspicious.
"The landlord agreed to let us move in on New Year's Eve so we're discussing party prep, seating arrangements and that sort of thing. The delivery men have already been called," Michelle said, shrugging. He nodded and turned back to his book.
On New Year's Eve, Legates spent the day at the gym and Michelle spent the day with Tanya moving in the basics and prepping for their party. She had dropped invitations to all the guys and received their answers. Smiling, she smoothed the sheets on the bed that had just been delivered while Tanya put the feet on the couch that was laying on its back.
"Where are Josh and Robbie when you need them," Tanya hollered in irritation.
"Get used to it," Michelle said with a sigh.
She knew it was coming but she wasn't sure when. They would be sent somewhere for a long time but where and when? The girls hustled through setting everything up then went to the grocery store, coupons in hand. After they were finished with the grocery shopping, they groaned at having to carry everything up to the apartment.
"Thank, God, for elevators," Tanya grunted.
"As you said earlier, where the hell are Josh and Robbie?" Michelle said with a sigh.
"Shit, stereo. We will have no music and we still have to go to the liquor store," Tanya said in frustration.
Michelle chewed her lip and wondered where the hell they were going to get a stereo. Opening her phone, she dialed Legates.
Legates grunted as he lifted the bar off his chest.
"Legates, your phone's been ringing off the hook in your locker for the last three minutes," Yackley said, coming out of the locker room.
Legates groaned and put the bar on the stand. Getting up, he used a towel to wipe the bench down. Walking to the locker room, he opened his locker and dug out his phone. Seeing four missed calls from Michelle, he raised an eyebrow in wonder at what was so urgent. Opening his phone, he dialed her number and leaned against the lockers.
"Hello?" Michelle said breathlessly, as she dropped the third trip worth of bags on the floor.
"You called?" Legates said, smiling at her hurried tone.
"Yeah, I was wondering if we could borrow your stereo. We just realized that we didn't have one," Michelle said, sighing.
"Yeah, sure, I can bring it to you but you have to tell me where," he said, smirking.
"North Pollard St. Archstone Ballston Place. Use the call system, dial 2332 and we'll let you in," Michelle said, digging through the bags.
"Anything else?" He asked with a laugh.
"Uhh, not right now. We're just waiting on a few more things. We're not moving everything in until next week so we have room for all the people," she said in a mild voice.
"Hmm and you have somewhere to disappear to?" He asked, he had a sneaking suspicion that she was uncomfortable with the number of people coming.
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"Okay. I should be there in another two hours or so," he told her.
"Okay, so I'll see you in a few hours," she said.
"Yep," he replied then ended the conversation. He walked back into the gym and gave a low whistle as he approached Techie.
"What?" He asked looking over at Legates.
"Do you know where they're living at?" Legates asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nope, she said, you'd tell us," Techie said, shrugging.
"Archstone Ballston Place," Legates told him.
"Errr, you mean where Colonel Anderson lives?" Yackley said in astonishment.
"Uh, huh," Legates answered.
"Wow," Techie muttered.
Legates went to the Roman bench and got on. He began doing sit ups and wondering exactly how big her apartment was if they were supposedly that nice. Was she trying to shove a bunch of people into a small apartment? He hoped not, he didn't want her having a panic attack in front of her friends from school. The guys had seen them and it wasn't a big deal but he wasn't sure about her friends from school.
Michelle moved like a whirlwind putting groceries away and stacking, plates, bowls, cups and utensils. The phone rang and Michelle answered it.
"Delivery services for a Tanya Sabbatino," a male voice said.
"What are you delivering?" Michelle asked, as far as she knew Tanya wasn't expecting anything.
"A keg and four cases of various alcohols from Town Wine Liquors," the man grumbled.
"Okay," Michelle said, hitting the button to buzz them up.
Legates stood behind the man pushing a cart with a keg on it. When he heard Michelle's voice, he rolled his eyes. Did they seriously order a keg? Legates stuck his foot in front of the door holding it open for the delivery man as he pushed the cart through the door.
"Thanks," he grunted.
"No problem," Legates said, following the man to the elevator. He let the man push the buttons since his hands were full of his stereo.
"Floor?" The guys asked, looking at Legates.
"I'm going to the same place you are," he told the man.
Nodding, the man waited as the elevator closed and climbed the twenty three floors. When the door opened, Legates let the man go to the apartment and he walked behind him. Reaching the door, the delivery man knocked on the door and Legates stepped to the left of the door with a grin. He stood there a moment and Legates knew that she was checking the peep hole. He heard the locks and chains open then she swept the door open.
"This way," she said, leading the man to the kitchen.
Legates walked in behind the delivery man and let out a low whistle as he walked into the living room. Michelle jumped then smiled as she spotted Legates.
"Holy crap, Baby. This place is awesome," he said, looking around.
The living room had a wall in the middle with a fireplace and plenty of room for furniture. There was a divider between the kitchen and the living room. He looked over and saw a small dining room.
"I have to go get the speakers," he told her.
"Take my keys. They're on the mantel," she told him.
"Okay," he said, swiping the keys off the mantel.
He headed back down to his truck and shook his head. At least he didn't have to worry about the spacing issue. There was plenty of space. Hell, there were three bedrooms.
"Be right back," he called, leaving the apartment.
The delivery guy followed him down to the elevator and out the door When Legates returned the delivery man was waiting with three boxes stacked on the hand cart. Legates opened the door using Michelle's apartment key and let the delivery guy in.
"Thanks, I hate New Year's," the delivery guy chuckled.
Legates snickered and followed the man into the elevator. They rode up in silence again and when the doors slid open, they exited then headed to the apartment. Legates opened the door and let the delivery man into the apartment. As he was putting the stereo together, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Legates answered the phone. There was a paused then Dwayne answered.
"Hey, Legates, let me in man," Dwayne said. Legates looked at Michelle.
"Star key," she said. He hit the star key and heard a buzz then hung up the phone.
"Dwayne is on his way up," he said.
"Good, he'll be setting up his equipment," Michelle mumbled, as she poured something in a crock pot.
"Equipment?" Legates asked, looking at her.
"D.J, but he needs a stereo. Don't ask me," she said, shrugging.
"Jeez, I hope he doesn't blow out my speakers," Legates muttered, as he finished hooking up his stereo.
"He wouldn't do that," Michelle said.
Michelle was still moving around the kitchen, cutting vegetables, mixing dip, and humming when there was a knock at the door. Legates walked to the door and opened it. Dwayne stood there holding a box and grinning.
"Hey, man," he said.
"Is that everything?" Legates asked, eyeing the box doubtfully.
"Nope, still need my laptop, mixer and lights," Dwayne mumbled, stepping into the apartment. He let out a low whistle as he saw the place.
"I know, right?" Legates said, following Dwayne down the hall.
"You got me a table right, Michelle?" Dwayne called as he walked down the hall towards the living room.
"It's in my bedroom leaning against the bed," she called back.
"I'll get it," Legates said, "which room is yours?" Legates called to Michelle, pausing in the hall seeing two doors on the left and a small hallway on the right.
"Second doorway on the left," Michelle answered, as she plated the vegetables and began to cut more.
Stepping into the bedroom, Legates looked around in shock. The bedroom was humongous, a king sized bed sat in the middle of the room and there were several tables leaning against the unmade bed. He grinned at the size of the bed. Picking up one of the folding tables, he carried it to the living room.
"Where do you want Dwayne to set up, Baby?" Legates called from the living room.
"In front of the fireplace. There's plastic tablecloths on the divider here," Michelle answered, gesturing toward a pile of table cloths in assorted colors.
He set the table up and grabbed a table cloth then covered the table in it. He looked at the fire place and pulled the table out so Dwayne wouldn't toast his buns on the fire he was sure they'd light.
"What about the other tables?" Legates called, looking over at Michelle.
"Three in the dining room for the food and one under the divider for drinks," Michelle answered.
She was relaxing because Legates was taking care of some of the things on her to do list. Legates heard the door opening while he was carrying a table down the hallway.
"Jeez, Dwayne," Tanya said as she came through the door.
"What? My friends get the deluxe package free," he said. Tanya laughed and moved down the hallway.
"Michelle, that's cheating. You got help on your to do list," Tanya pouted.
"You're telling me if you could get a hold of Martinez you wouldn't put him to work?" Michelle answered Tanya's comment.
"You know I would but he's not answering his phone," Tanya pouted.
Legates snorted and rolled his eyes. He knew Martinez was in the gym and ignoring his phone. After setting up the table, Legates pulled his phone out of his pocket. Dialing, he waited as it rang.
"Hello?"
"Maggs, go get Martinez's ass out of the gym. If I'm helping the women set up for this party, he can too," Legates said.
"Yes, sir. Is there going to be beer?" Maggs asked, laughing at Legates mumbling.
"Yep, they got a keg," he replied.
"You know half our unit and all of your guys are going to be there right?" Maggs said, as he made his way across the street from his office to the gym.
"As long as it ain't Romero and Jones I'm good with it," Legates mumbled, walking back to the bedroom.
He paused, waiting, as he heard Maggs enter the gym. The sound of the music in the gym came through the phone.
"Oye, Martinez someone wants to talk to you," Maggs said, holding his phone out to Martinez who was sitting on the weight bench. Martinez scowled and took the phone from Maggs hand.
"What?" Martinez said into the phone, still scowling.
"Get your ass off the weight bench and get to your girlfriend's new apartment. This looks like it's going to be big and she needs your help, dick," Legates said, grinning.
"Dammit, I should have known," Martinez grumbled, sighing he stood up, "I'll be there in a few."
Legates hung up his phone and picked up the table.
"Martinez will be here in a few minutes. He needs to shower," Legates said, walking down the hall. Tanya glared at Legates and put her hands on her hips.
"I called Maggs and had him run Martinez down," Legates told her with a grin.
"You suck," she grumbled as she started pulling out decorations. Legates finished setting up the tables then walked to the kitchen door.
"What else do you need done?" He asked Michelle, who was laying cold cuts out on a serving platter.
"Ice in the cooler," she said, gesturing to the two coolers.
"Where's the ice?" He asked, not seeing the bags.
"Two bags in the freezer and two more bags in the blue cooler. Put it in the red cooler, I cleaned it out," she said, continuing to roll the meat.
Legates walked to the blue cooler and flipped the lid open then opened the red cooler. Opening the bags of ice, he poured them into the cooler.
"Is this going to stay frozen?" He asked, looking at the red cooler.
"It's one of those extreme coolers. It holds ice up to 6 days when it's 90 degrees outside," she murmured. Looking over at the cooler, she frowned.
"Don't forget the two in the freezer," she said.
"I know, Baby, I just haven't gotten there yet," he said, laughing at her. She pouted as she continued rolling the meat. He filched a roll of turkey, making her swat his hand.
"How did you end up with the biggest room?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.
"I pay more of the rent than she does. My tuition is paid for this year so all the interest I earn and have earned is for food, books and rent," she murmured.
"Huh," he said, moving out into the living room to help Dwayne.
Three hours later, everything was ready and Michelle was exhausted.
"Taking a nap," she grunted at the people in the living room.
"I have to go get clean clothes," Legates grumbled, looking down at his uniform with a scowl.
"Take my keys," Michelle mumbled before she disappeared into her room.
When Legates got back it was just barely one o'clock and the apartment was quiet. Locking the doors, he ambled to Michelle's room and set his bag down. Grabbing his shower supplies, he headed into the bathroom to take a shower. His gaze was riveted on the large jacuzzi tub and shower stall in the bathroom.
After taking what he felt was an ungodly long shower, he crawled in next to Michelle. He sunk into the bed with a soft groan. A few hours later, Michelle felt Legates start to toss, turn and heard him mumbling in his sleep. Rolling over, she reached for him and he sat up straight with a jerk. His breath was coming in fast pants and when her hand touched his chest, she found a fine layer of sweat.
"You okay, Honey?" Michelle murmured sleepily.
"Yeah," he said in a gravelly voice.
He lay back down and put his forearm over his eyes. His breathing had slowed down but was still faster than normal. Michelle rolled over and tucked herself into his side. As his heart rate and respiration slowed down, Legates calmed down enough to look around for a clock.
"'snot here yet," Michelle muttered. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone and glanced at the time.
"What time do you want to get up?" He asked, clicking buttons on his phone.
"My phone is set to go off at seven," she muttered.
He set his phone for five after seven then laid it on the table next to the bed. Snuggling down, he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes again. At seven when her phone went off, Michelle groaned. Grunting petulantly, she sat up and picked up her phone. Legates slit his eyelids and looked at her.
"You have to get up too," she pouted.
"Ehhh," he whined.
"Fine, you have until I get out of the shower," she grumbled, getting up and walked towards the shower.
He slit his eyelids again and a leer crossed his face. Rolling from the bed, he pulled his underwear off and followed her into the bathroom. Sliding the door to the shower open, he stepped in. The shower was huge, there was enough room for both of them and probably a third person. There were ledges placed at random intervals on the wall. The water fell from the shower head like a rainfall and a second hand held shower head pulsed water in a massaging tempo. Legates watched the water run over her body and his eyes went two shades lighter.
"Mmm, you going to stand there and look or are you going to touch me?" She asked, blinking her eyes open as a sensual smile spread across her lips.
Stepping forward, he placed his hands on her hips and slid them up her rib cage, his thumbs brushing her stomach. He felt her muscles contract under his fingertips. As his hands reached her breasts, he lightened his touch and she gasped as pads of his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. He traced his thumb pads up from the underside of her breasts to her nipples.
Michelle felt her nipples tighten as his thumbs brushed over them, her core became slick with desire as his hands continued to move around her body. Moaning, she rolled her head back baring her throat. Growling, Legates placed nipping kisses on her neck. Michelle leaned her head down and captured his lips in a penetrating kiss when his mouth retreated from her neck. His rumbling moan echoed in his chest and vibrated through Michelle's. Gasping, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his erection.
"Oh God," he groaned hoarsely. Her hand pumped and his closed over hers to stopped her.
"If you don't stop, this will be over before it even begins," he said huskily.
Michelle bit her lip and stepped back. Reaching out, he put his hand on her hip and stopped her. Tugging lightly, he pulled her towards himself. Sliding his hand from her hip down, he let his fingers follow her slit then he slid them between her folds. He panted slightly at the feeling of her slick folds. He curled his fingers up and into her. She tilted her hips back and groaned as pleasurable sensations shot from where his fingers were located.
Using his thumb, he brushed her clit and she rocked her hips into his hand. Moaning, she continued to rock as he slid his fingers in and out, curling them towards himself to hit the spot that made her grunt just a little. She had no idea how long they were in that particular position but it seemed to last forever yet was over quickly. She felt her muscles start to tighten, her nipples got hard, and a low keening moan was ripped from her throat as she convulsed on his fingers.
Legates watched her come apart on his fingers. He didn't care how many times he saw it, her coming was a sight to behold. As she came down, he pulled his fingers from her and grasped her hips. He lifted one of her legs, bent his knees and thrust into her slowly. He sucked in a gasp as her wet heat surrounded him. Groaning, he pulled back and repeated the thrust.
Michelle returned his thrust and set a rhythm that drove him insane. The pleasure built slowly but made every nerve on his body crawl with pleasure. Goosebumps rose on his skin as he felt his orgasm approach. Yet, it stayed there just beyond reach. It felt so good, he could do nothing but gasp and grunt but completion was hovering just out of his grasp. He thrust harder hoping to force it closer and all it did was push the impending release further away.
Groaning almost in frustration he continued to plunge into her. Finally, she changed her motion and he erupted into her with a loud grunt. After stroking down, he stayed with her leg in one hand, her waist in the other. Leaning down, he claimed her lips in a kiss. When he broke the kiss, she smiled against his lips.
"I have a party to get to. Care to escort me?" She whispered against his lips.
"Mmm, can't I keep you in here? There's a jacuzzi tub I'd really like to make love in," he whispered back.
"Tomorrow night?" She said, tempting him with a salacious grin.
"Promise?" He asked with a leer.
"No promises," she said, shaking her head.
"Promise it will happen sometime?" He tried again with a pouting look.
"That I'll promise," she said, smiling.
She turned back to the shower head, picked up her body wash and began to scrub. Rather than washing, Legates leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossed his ankles then his arms. He stood watching as soap ran down her body. Finally, he sighed and reached for his own body wash.
"I am going to be hard all night," he grumbled.
"Paybacks are a bitch," she shot back with a wide smile.
Rinsing off the last of the soap, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Legates shook his head and began to wash after he heard the door click closed. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Michelle trying to decide what to wear. She had packed several outfits but didn't know which to wear.
Shrugging at the singularly feminine problem, Legates pulled his clothes out of his duffel and began to get dressed. Michelle giggled as he pulled on the tee shirt he'd packed to wear tonight.
"Seriously? I jump out of planes and shoot people," she questioned, giggles erupting a random intervals.
He smiled at her over his shoulder and shot her a wink. When he turned around to get his shoes, she saw the front of his shirt was covered in screen prints of his patches under the 75th Regiment banner.
"Oh, that's how we're playing it tonight?" She said, smirking as she dug in her own bag.
She had only intended to show him the shirt but now she was going to wear it. After pulling on a pretty lacy pink bra, she pulled on a form fitting tee shirt.
'I date a sniper because' was across the front in bold black writing. She turned around and his eyes skimmed the back of her shirt.
He never makes a move without orders.
He's patient in the bush. Really, really patient.
His skill with his heater is second to none.
He's always able to scope out your every need.
He always stays quiet and out of sight.
He'll take you out on a moment's notice.
He can find your soft spot from a thousand yards out.
Two words: Bolt. Action.
He knows every field position known to man – many of which are classified "Top Secret".
When he finds the right spot, he can stay in that position for hours at a time.
He burst into laughter and walked up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he dropped a kiss behind her ear.
"Baby, that is freaking hysterical," he chuckled behind her ear.
She snickered as she bent over to pick up her jean skirt. She pulled it up and Legates swallowed hard as the skirt clung to her ass yet barely covered it.
"Oh, Baby, that skirt is going to drive me nuts," he growled, grabbing her hips.
"Nuh, uh," she said, wiggling her hips.
"Awww," he whined.
She giggled as she slid her feet into a pair of Softspots Platina sandals. Standing up, she adjusted her skirt. Groaning, Legates turned and headed out into the living room. The phone rang and he picked it up.
"Hello," a female voice said.
"Yes," Legates said almost in question.
"I'm here for Tanya's New Year's Party. I must have the wrong apartment number. I'm sorry," the woman said.
"No, wait, you have the right one," Legates said, pushing the button then hung up the phone.
"Sweetheart, one of Tanya's friends is on their way up," Legates called out.
"Baby, list next to the phone. Ask for a name next time. Now you get to ask at the door," Michelle called out.
"If they're not on the list, they don't get in unless a person with a plus one next to them claims them," she continued.
"Please tell me you have a coffee maker here," he whined as he walked past the kitchen.
"Yes, Honey, I'm making a pot right now. I'll bring you a cup when it's done," she said.
"Thank you," he mumbled as he opened the door. A chipper young woman with crayola purple colored hair stood before him.
"Name," he grumbled.
She gave her name and he took the names of the other people in their party. He let them in and was about to close the door when the elevator slid open. He looked down the hall, looked Maggs in the face, turned and closed the door behind him. Maggs opened the door and strolled in behind him.
"Aww, schnookums, aren't you glad to see us?" Maggs asked, walking behind Legates.
"Yeah, but why are you calling me schnookums?" Legates asked, walking into the kitchen and taking the coffee from Michelle's hand.
"Oh, MY GOD, girl, who is the big hunk of man that answered the door. He's almost as hot as your man," a female voice squealed from down the hall.
Legates' eyes started watering as Maggs and half his unit, that had followed him into the apartment burst into laughter.
"Maggs, go start a fire please. Just be careful of Dwayne's electronics," Michelle asked, leaning into the refrigerator. Maggs stood reading her shirt and missed her statement. The guys behind him snorted when they read her tee shirt.
"Maggs, when you're finished looking at my girlfriend's butt can you start a fire?" Legates said, leaning his hip against the counter and sipping his coffee.
The girl with the purple hair came out of Tanya's bedroom and let out a throaty growl when she spotted the men hanging around the kitchen door. The phone rang and Legates carried his coffee cup out to the living room and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hey Josh, it's Rachel let us up," Rachel said.
"Is everyone you're bringing up on the list or a plus one?" Legates asked, looking for Rachel's name.
"Yes," she said, giggling. He hit the button and buzzed them up.
"When did I become a bouncer," he grumbled.
"What are you bitching about? I'm not sleeping with either of the owners and I get to start fires. Hey wait," Maggs said, grinning. Legates rolled his eyes and walked to the door. He opened the door as Rachel was about to knock.
"Hi, sweet thang," she said, smirking at him.
"Check you and your friends off," he said, pushing the clipboard into her hands.
"Okie dokie," she said, drawing lines through the names.
"Oh, please, tell me there will be more of him here," one of the women gushed as she walked past, her nails dragging across his stomach.
"No-no, Marcie. He's taken," Rachel said, dragging her friend away from Legates.
"He's not taken unless he's wearing a ring and he's not," Marcie argued as Rachel dragged her down the hall.
Legates ambled to the kitchen, sat on the counter and picked up his coffee cup.
"I'm not answering the phone or the door," Legates told Michelle.
"Aww, Baby, are the hot women scaring you?" Michelle said, laughing and stepping between his knees. Pushing his legs apart, she stepped closer and wrapped her hands around his waist.
"Yes," he whined playfully. Marcie stepped into the kitchen and spotted Legates.
"There he is. So, tall fella, what's your name?" She asked with a flirty smile. Michelle rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath.
"Same name I gave the last woman who asked," Legates said, sipping his coffee. He opened his mouth to finish but it was finished for him.
"Taken, if I remember correctly," Jennifer said with a twinkle in her eye as she entered the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am," Legates said.
"Michelle, where's the ice?" Jennifer asked, looking around.
"I put it out on the balcony before we laid down," Legates said, gesturing towards the balcony.
"Thanks," Jennifer said, bouncing away.
"Marcie, there will be plenty of single guys here. You cannot have mine. He is not single," Michelle said, turning to face the other women.
"Okay, okay I got it," Marcie said, backing out of the kitchen.
Legates heard the sound of soft music start to drift from the living room. As Legates listened his eyes widened when he recognized the song and he felt his body respond. Michelle snickered as she felt his response to the song under her hand.
"Hmmm, I love this song," she purred.
"Umm, me too," he murmured, dropping his head to capture her mouth in a kiss.
"Break it up, you two," Techie bellowed from the doorway.
"Arrgghh, who let him in?" Legates muttered with a laugh, dropping his forehead to hers.
"Nice shirt, Michelle," Techie snickered, "I wondered where Andrea got hers. Now I know."
Smacking the door frame, Techie turned back to the living room.
"Time to go say hi, Sweetheart. If not they'll all be in here after you," he told her with a smile.
"How do I get sucked into doing this shit?" She muttered, stepping back from him and turning to face the doorway.
"Do I have to?" She whined, as Legates took her shoulders and gently pushed her towards the living room.
"Yes," he said, chuckling.
Legates almost came to a halt at the sight of the people jammed in the living room. He let out a soft sigh and steered Michelle towards the guys.
"Well, this is a mighty fine shindig you have going here," Perkins said, his eyes roving over the women in the crowd. Michelle snorted and shook her head.
"Did you just say shindig?" Tanya asked, snickering as she walked past. Michelle put her hand over her mouth and giggled.
"Before the hour is up you'll be the biggest hillbilly any of these people have ever met," Michelle said, laughing.
She turned and saw a woman ambling towards them. Squealing softly, Michelle squeezed between Techie and the wall. Legates watched in amusement as Techie shifted uncomfortably.
"Stay still or she'll see me," Michelle hissed.
Legates watched in stunned amazement as Michelle grabbed Wilson's arm and drug him closer to Techie then pushed their feet with her own foot so she became completely invisible. Techie and Wilson adjusted slightly so they looked more natural. The young woman bounced over to where they were standing.
"Are you Legates?" She asked in high pitch chipper voice, looking directly at Techie.
Techie shook his head no and pointed at Legates with his beer bottle. She turned and her gaze traveled up his torso to his face. He squinted down at her.
"What did you need?" He asked, wishing he had either more coffee or a beer.
"I was told you'd know where Michelle is. I really need to talk to her. I'm trying to talk her into the music program," the young woman stage whispered.
"Last I saw she was headed to the bathroom over there and the door is still closed so I'm assuming she's still in there," Legates said, pointing to a closet door.
"Thank you," the young woman said and practically bounced to stand next to the door.
"Dear God, it's an 18 year old Daisy Wick," Addison murmured.
"Why do you think I was hiding?" Michelle asked, as she squeezed out from behind Techie.
"I had no idea but to be honest it was kind of amusing," Addison said, snickering at her.
"You have NO idea. Remember when Josh went to Kansas? Daisy chasing me around the lab?" Michelle asked, looking at the guys who were suddenly interested in the ceiling, floor or wall.
"Well, she's that determined and it's nothing but singing this and singing that. I like singing but I don't want to do it as a profession," Michelle grumbled.
"Wonder how long it will take her to figure out that she's standing next to a closet door?" Legates asked, squinting at the young woman who was patiently leaning against the wall.
Michelle quickly peeked around Legates then resumed her former position. She clapped her hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.
"Josh, you're so bad," she gasped as she playfully swatted Legates on the arm.
"Now that I rescued you again. You can get me a beer," he said, looking at her. She sighed, shook her head and smiled.
"Okay, Okay," she said, eyeing the bottles in Techie and Wilson's hand. Slipping through the crowd, ducking behind people to avoid being spotted, Michelle made her way to the kitchen.
"She's got skillz," Goodman said, chuckling.
"Scary isn't it? Better yet she's doing it in heels," Legates said, watching her move.
Michelle moved through the crowd carrying three beers. She handed one to Legates, Wilson then Techie. They looked at their beers with the caps still on them then looked at her. She laughed and wiggled her eyebrows at them.
"What's it worth to you?" She asked in a mischievous tone, as she held up a bottle opener.
Techie grunted, reached in his pocket and pulled out a Swiss army knife.
"Not a whole lot," he said, smirking.
He popped the top off his then handed the knife to Wilson. Legates pulled his keys from his pocket and used a bottle opener on his key chain to open his.
"We're always prepared, Baby," Legates said, wiggling his eyebrows. Scowling, she put the bottle opener in her pocket and started patting around his butt.
"What are you looking for?" He asked her with a grin on his face.
"Your wallet. I want to see exactly how prepared you are," she said.
Finding his wallet, she stuck her hand in his back pocket and pulled it out then flipped it open. She started going through it, eyebrows moving as she spotted various items.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Sweetheart?" Legates asked with a laugh as he watched her go through his wallet.
"Eh, not learning anything new," she said.
"Did you find any protection?" He asked, snickering at her as she continued flipping through his wallet.
"Nope, didn't expect to. Just making sure that's all," she said with a devilish grin.
"That's Perkins' wallet. He has more types of condoms than credit cards in his wallet," Legates said, pointing his bottle at Perkins.
"Hey, how did I get drug into this?" Perkins asked, looking at Legates with a scowl. Legates laughed at Perkins and shrugged. Michelle laughed and stuck Legates' wallet in his back pocket.
"So, I get to go through your purse?" He asked, looking at her with a grin.
"Sure, nothing in there you haven't seen before," she said, laughing.
"You guys are just plain weird," Techie said.
"Why?" Michelle asked, scrunching her face.
"I've never been through Andrea's purse and she's never been through my wallet," Techie said, grinning. Michelle shrugged and moved away from the group.
Two hours later, Legates finally gave in to the need and walked over to Michelle and wrapped an arm around her waist. As he stepped behind her Wonderful Tonight began to play.
"Dance with me," he whispered behind her ear.
"'Scuse me ladies. I'm going to dance," Michelle said, turning and taking Legates hand. He led her to the area where several other couples were swaying together. Pulling her against him, they began to sway together.
"So what's your New Year's resolution?" He asked, pressing his cheek to her temple.
"Mmmm, to not need to be rescued so much," she murmured.
"Aww, Baby," he muttered, squeezing her closer, "then what am I going to do about my New Year's resolution?"
"That depends on what it is," she said carefully.
"To be there to rescue you when you need it," he murmured, enjoying the feel of her body swaying against his.
"Well, I know that I will never get rid of it all so you can be there for the times I need you," she said, breathing deeply.
"Works for both of us then," he said, lifting his cheek and dropping a kiss on her temple.
"Oh, Michelle there you are," the young woman squealed running up behind them.
Michelle moaned in frustration in a low tone into Legates' chest. Legates' chuckle rumbled through his chest. Michelle pulled back from Legates and turned to face her.
"Rebecca, I'm dancing with Josh. I don't want to talk about this now or ever again," Michelle said, before turning her back on Rebecca and stepping close to Legates. He wrapped his arms around her and they began to dance again.
A/N: Heh okay so onto the end of the evening. How oh how will they bring in the new year? We'll start with annoyances, rocks in your crotch, lace, pajamas, shared bed, monsters, riffling through people's personal possessions, falling purse, snuggle buddies, clean up, Mummers, McDonalds, stuffed animals, Faberge Eggs, foul mood, Pradas, goo, boxes, and teddy bears.
A/N2: I am soooo sorry. I had the blog all set up for everything and then forgot to post /facepalm. They're up to date and I'll be posting the floor plans for their apartment for you today.