I stood in front of the full length mirror, running the brush through my freshly washed hair. As I pull my hair into low setting pig tails I see Michael walking towards me with a shit eating grin on his face, Michael's arms lock around my waist as he pulls my body flush against his. His lips travel up my neck, placing feather light kisses as he heads forwards my ear. "Fi, you look…delicious." He rolls my ear lobe between his teeth and I let out a moan. "Thank you Michael." I had paired my favorite white lace tank top with a white mini shirt that I believe to be one of Michael's favorite because he can't seem to remove his eyes from my ass when I wear it so it was sure thing for tonight. I was also wearing my favorite wedge heels, also white. I was the perfect image of ladylike grace; I snickered to myself at that thought. Michael loosened his grip and I twisted around in his arms and buried my head in his chest and inhaled deeply, taking in his unique scent. "I love you in this color Fi. I'll have to fight with myself to keep my hands off of you tonight." I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a wicked smile before pulling him into a searing kiss. I kept my body tightly pressed against his as I slid my hand between our bodies and began to palm at his quickly hardening erection. "Well then, it going to be a very…" I gave him a firm squeeze and I relished in the straggled moan that escaped his lips, "hard night for you Michael." I let out a sadistic snicker as I increased the pressure on his shaft through the thin material of his dress pants. "You see there are only six seats in Glenanne poker so I'm going to be sitting on your lap all night." I heard Michael swallow hard as his hands locked onto my hips and he leads us backwards towards the bed.

When I feel the back of my knees make contact with the sheets I let out a slight moan as Michael's hands slip under my shirt and rest flat against my stomach. His lips caress my ear and his tongue runs along the shell sending a shiver down my spine. "Lets make a baby, Lass." Now I'm the one to swallow hard. I had thought that Michael was just talk off his head when he first brought up having a family but now I am positive that he was serious about it. Again images flashed through my mind. My stomach round with pregnancy. Michael's fingers tracing patterns as his lips places feather light kisses on my skin. Michael lying in bed with his ear pressed to my stomach as he spoke and sung to our child. Michael standing on the balcony hold him…his features favoring his father's, bright blue eyes and dark curls.

I am brought back to reality by the sensation of his hands cupping my ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. I found my hands traveling to my stomach and I could almost feel the reality of my dreams. "Our baby Michael…our perfect little boy." I gave him a genuine smile and he returned it with a smirk. "What about a girl?" I brush my lips against his and pull him in for a long, slow, gentle kiss. "I say I want a boy and I…always…get…what…I…want." I punctuate each word with a kiss before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and giving it a gentle nip before releasing it with a pop.

His hands slid up and come to rest on the small of my back as he pulls me against him. His eyes alight with excitement. "Fi, are you trying to tell me…?" his voice trails off and I wish in that moment that I could give him the answer he wanted. I bring my hands to his face and he presses into my touch as my thumbs stroke his cheekbones. I am taken aback by the look of love and devotion in his eyes and as much as I want to look away before I cry I can not find the strength to tear myself away from his eyes. "I don't know yet but I want it just as much as you do." Again our lips met in a sweet kiss and I purr as his hands trace random patterns up my spine. "We have to go Mic…" his fingers dig lightly into my skin as he runs them down my back. "I want you now, FI" the growl in his voice makes me wet with desire. I want to protest but the only words that come to my mind and out of my mouth are "Michael, please."

He guilds my hips and sits me on the edge of the bed, I let my legs fall open and hear a delicious sound escape Michael's lips as he raises an eyebrow and I see my favorite wicked grin play at the corner of his lips. "Baby blue lace?" he licks his lips and I close my legs, taking away his view. He gives me a pout and for a moment I see the little boy in him and my heart skips a beat. "That's for later tonight Michael." I try to keep my voice firm as he kneels down in front of me and places his hands on my knees, his eyes still pleading with me. "I'll be quick, I promise." He pushes and I let my leg fall open again. He smiles up at me and I moan at the devilish fire in his eyes. His trigger finger runs up my tight and dips under the lace of my tong as he slides it along my entrance. "I just want to…" He pushes in and my breath catches in my throat. "taste you." I moan and he picks up his pace and before I can form any words his middle finger joins the first and he curls them up and skims over that spot that promises to drive me over the edge and into oblivion. "Shit, Michael." His wicked grin returns and he passes over the spot again but this time he presses against it and rubs until I can feel fire coursing through every nerve in my body. I fist the silk sheets under my hands and throw my head back as he increases his pressure one last time and sends me over the edge. As I come undone I feel Michael's fingers swirling inside of me before he slowly pulls them out. I lift my head and watch as he licks the juices from his fingers before pulling them into his mouth and sucking them clean. When he's done he looks at me a gives me a shit eating grin. "You taste like an angel Fiona…like heaven." I try to get up but Michael's hands on my hips stop me. "Just a little more? We still have some time." I have learned that fighting with Michael when he is in this kind of mood is useless because I want what he wants just as much if not more than him.

"Fine." I huff in an over dramatic manner, "Just once more. Then we have to go. "He smiles at me and I see the lust flair in his eyes as his head ducks down and settles in between my legs. I let out a strangled moan as his middle finger parts the fabric as I feel his tongue lap at my folds. "I don't want your brother's getting any ideas so I'm going to have to suck you dry so there isn't any evidence." I tread my hands into his hair as he sets a maddening pace, alternating between sucking and biting. I twist my fingers into his hair and he picks up his pace as my hips buck off of the mattress but are stopped by Michael's firm grip. With a deep thrust of his tongue I feel my nerves come undone. As he laps and sucks at the last of my juices, I feel Michael blow on my slit and the warmth of his breath sends a jolt of electricity through me. He stands up and offers me a hand. I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet. I watch as he licks at the corner of his mouth and I let out a giggle. "If you're a good boy tonight Michael, I promise you a little striptease when we get home…If you make it out alive." I give him a firm smack to the ass and he growls. "Now let go before we're late."