With a taste of your lips
Houstwift 1%
Hi everyone! So here's a one-shot i wrote two years ago a few months after i watched the show for the first time. Since i posted some angst/nostalgia lately, i figured maybe i could spice it up a bit ;) The new multichapter/long fic is coming, i promise! It's so far over 100k, definitely my longest and the one i'm the proudest of so hopefully you guys like it too. I'm just sorry it's taking me forever to write it. Let me know what you think about this one though :)
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She's buzzed.
High on good vibes and happy feelings.
It would be hilarious to her, she usually is not the kind to party a lot, but tonight is different.
Tonight she's supposed to be a good person, act like the perfect wife she's not and smile, be with her husband and her friends so they can all have fun and spend a nice evening together.
She's been having a great time.
They danced, they laughed and she's thrilled to be here and get to spend time with her people and unwind a bit of the stress they've all been under with the ready money previews getting closer and closer every day.
So tonight she did what she usually doesn't do that much and has been drinking.
She's not drunk, is still perfectly aware and in control of herself but she can feel the effects when she is more inclined to dance or giggle than she usually would be. Which is honestly all in good fun.
The problem is that by being buzzed she gets distracted much more easily than she usually would… and her biggest distraction is there tonight as well.
The reason why she's not the good wife she should be to her perfect husband and hasn't been for a few weeks now.
Michael.
He's not doing anything really, just mingling with everyone, chatting and having a good time the same way she is, the same way everyone is really. He came to say hello earlier, giving her a quick hug and that's most of the interaction she's had with him all night…
But now she's a bit buzzed and Frank's mingling with the crowd on his own, she truthfully has no idea where he is but Michael's there.
If she were fully sober, she would decide to stay as far away from him as she could with Frank in the same room somewhere. Except she's not and she might be very aware of what she's doing but her good judgment is slipping away.
So she goes to him.
He feels her coming before she reaches him because he turns around and smiles at her, she loves his smile. "Hi", she simply says, smiling. Truthfully, she has no good reason to be here except for the fact that she wants to be.
Frank has been working from home this week with the school holidays which means she's been going home for lunch and after work and she missed Michael, as terrible and fucked up as that was.
Between Frank being home and the rehearsal getting more and more intense as the show neared its premiere date, she hadn't been able to see him alone at all.
She missed their lunch dates, simply talking and laughing together, she missed their not-lunch dates, the heat of his body against hers, she missed walking home with him, holding his hand when they reached an empty street...
She missed him.
To add to those feelings that she's starting to feel, (is she just starting to feel them?) he's offering her a drink and force of habit for the times they've walked together he puts his hand on her back.
It's innocent, Tom does that a lot but somehow because it's him, because a thousand butterflies are flying around in her stomach she feels like everyone can tell and is staring right at them. They're not, it's ridiculous, no one is paying any kind of attention to them.
When they get their drinks, he takes a sip without taking his eyes off her for a second. She doesn't take her eyes off him either.
He looks good tonight, she thinks. He's wearing a white shirt with a grey tuxedo to which he added a black tie and black shoes. He's provoking her. She knows because he's wearing that cologne she told him she liked and he has this spark in his eye.
The only reason she can think of is that she's here with Frank.
They've always been as discreet as possible, spending time mostly during lunch breaks or walks back home so he would have no reason to suspect anything and so far, Michael hadn't seemed to mind.
He knew that was the deal.
She couldn't leave Frank, she loved him and he was a good husband she couldn't do that to him.
Which meant that if Michael wanted her, that's how it had to be.
Secrecy, hiding and lies.
She hated it too, of course she did, but she couldn't stop so that's how it was going to have to be.
Michael usually didn't see her with Frank though, they also usually were able to spend time together a few times a week, may it be simply just to scratch that itch always present between them or simply enjoy being them without having to worry about people catching them.
It's getting to him.
So he leans in towards her, taking a quick look around, making sure people are still not paying attention to them and says just loud enough so only she can hear it. "I wanna talk to you, I miss you, follow me somewhere quieter? I can barely hear anything with all that noise."
Technically, he's not lying, it's loud in here and there's music now. It's the only reason why she just nods and follows him.
They don't go really far, they just slip into one of the empty hallways next to the main reception. "Much better." He simply says, taking her hand in his, "How are you? With the rehearsals and Frank, we barely had time to catch up."
She smiles, "I've been good, you know, working. A lot." In a way it's good that she can't see him outside of work this week, she's been way too distracted.
"That's really good," He chuckles, "You, huh- you look gorgeous, truly." The honesty she can hear in his voice is so heartwarming, really, how is she supposed to stop smiling when he makes it his personal mission to not let her? "That dress is…" She can see his eyes travel from head to toe and back up again. Subtly, but it's there.
Oh. She smirks.
She knew he was going to like that dress, she'd be lying if she didn't think about him being there when she picked it for tonight. "You like it?" She asks, tilting her head, though she doesn't need to, he does.
He nods, "Yeah, I do." After a quick look around to make sure no one was around, he takes a step toward her. "It's been distracting me all night."
Laughing softly, she replies, "Has it? Is that why you brought me here?"
"No" He's not lying, she can see it in his eyes. "I genuinely just wanted to talk to you for a minute and see how you were doing," That's- not what they do, if she was sober she might care, might get scared, but she's not, so. "but then you had to go and look so beautiful and tempting and I just…"
He takes another step towards her and he's so close to her now, closer than he should be, closer than would be considered normal space between two people having a normal conversation, as if it was a chemical reaction, her heart speeds up. "You just what?" She asks, still smiling.
His eyes lost in hers, it takes him a second to reply. "I just- God, I want to kiss you."
Her brain short-circuits.
She wants that too. She wants that a lot.
Suddenly she's not smiling anymore.
If they were anywhere else she'd let him, she would, but… "Frank." is all she manages to whisper. It would be too risky, if he or anyone else came this way they'd get caught.
He's so close though, so close and she's only human, hasn't had the chance to be alone with him in over a week and she missed him. Missed the feeling of him against her, his lips against hers. When he leans in, she tries not to, she really does but she ends up leaning in as well.
They shouldn't, they can't do that. "We should… go… back to the party…" Which is exactly what she does not want to do. He's still getting closer and her resolve is weakening, "You should step away…"
"Yeah." He knows, he knows yet he's not.
"You should… It's too risky, if you don't…" He's still not stepping away, God, he's not and he should, he should, they can't be kissing right here it's too dangerous.
"Then why don't you?" He asks, she would've missed it if they weren't so close she could feel his breath on her lips, but they are, and she didn't miss it. He needs to stop playing with her, she's not sober enough to not fall into his trap.
"Because I don't want to." They've been more and more honest and open about the things they wanted or didn't want lately and it's both a blessing and a curse.
It's a blessing because she loves honesty, they both do, even though it sounds ironic given their situation and it feels freeing to be able to voice these big feelings they seem to both have and to have someone they can actually share them with.
On the other hand, it's a curse because it just makes them want all these things more and more and they can't have them, she made her choice, she is not leaving Frank. She keeps thinking about it though, thinking about what her life would be and how it would work out but she can't.
Right now though, right now all she wants, all she wishes she could do would be to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. She hadn't realized just how hot that hallway was now, or maybe it was just them? She certainly feels a fire starting in her stomach and overwhelming her whole body. He's not doing much better, he wants her, she can see it in his eyes.
If she's entirely honest she wants him too and she should hate it, should run, should be ashamed and disgusted with herself but ever since that first time she caved she sort of had to make peace with it. It's not really that she doesn't care, she does, she doesn't want to hurt her husband or her son, it's just that when she's near him, she can't think straight.
It's kind of like someone would put a filter on her eyes that only allowed her to see, hear or feel him and there is nothing she can do about it. This is how she ended up at the point where she has stopped trying to fight it, it's only physical anyway and right now the attraction she feels towards him is too strong to ignore.
He doesn't touch her, knows they can't, yet he still leans in and whispers in her ear, "Can you sneak out tonight? Come to my place?"
She shivers, maybe she could, she'd have to go home and wait for Frank to fall asleep… No, no that would be even more insane than what she's used to, she can't- God why would he put such ideas in her head, she can't resist him sober what makes him think she could say no after a few drinks?
He's not expecting though, she can see that. Hopeful, wishful, he wants her to be able to come to him but doesn't expect her to. Somehow it makes it even sexier.
"I'll try." She whispers back, she needs to find a way. His smile makes all the crazy plans going through her head worth it.
Somehow she hadn't even realized that by trying to push him away her hands had found their way to his chest, fisting around his shirt, his tie caught in her grip, wrapped around her wrist. Fascinated by the sight, she keeps her eye on it, images of that same tie wrapped around her wrists in a much more pleasant way stuck in her mind.
He looks at her curiously, noticing the direction of her gaze. "Do you like the tie?"
Shaking her head, trying to chase the images off, she tries to take a step back. "We huh- we need to go." She shouldn't have followed him here.
Michael knows her though, he knows her way too well and he knows something just crossed her mind. He also cares, so much, too much. He catches her wrists, stopping her from going away and asks her, his voice lower than usual. "What is it?"
She can't lie to him. Sober Julia definitely would've made up some excuse, saying that she's never seen it before and it suits him and he would've bought it, he would've, he's seen her stare when he was wearing something she liked. Instead, she finds herself wanting to be honest, wanting to tell him… saying it. She might blame the distracting pressure of his hands later on. "I just… liked the way it looked and felt around my wrist."
It takes him a second to catch up, to understand where her mind has gone and she can see the way his eyes darken the moment he gets it. The way he inhales sharply. He likes it.
He likes it and it sends a shiver down her spine. Caught in the images she put in his head, he leans in again, so close she can feel his breath on her lips. So close her back ends up pressed against the wall behind her.
"You should…" He tries, but his voice cracks. Taking a deep breath, he puts his forehead against hers. "You should go back to the party. Before I do something really stupid."
She knows the feeling. Before he lets her go though he whispers in her ear. "Please come to me tonight." to which she simply nods. She's past pretending she's not going to try and risk it now. She assures him that she'll try and she leaves him there, breathing in deeply as she goes back to pretending to be the perfect wife to her amazing husband for the rest of the party.
When she gets back to the main hall it takes only a few minutes for Frank to find her and ask her to dance with him.
She accepts, of course she does, there's no reason she'd say no to her husband.
The song playing a slow dance, he places his hands around her hips and places hers around his neck.
Looking behind her husband she sees Michael joining the party back too and he spots them almost straight away.
What she doesn't expect though is the eye-roll when he does. He doesn't like what he's seeing, it's subtle, but it's there and she doesn't like it.
He doesn't get to act jealous.
Frank is her husband, she might be sleeping with him but Frank is the one she's married to. She doesn't belong to him. (Wouldn't that be nice though…)
Any other day she wouldn't have done anything. On any other day, she would've just let it go. But not today.
Today he's getting payback.
So she waits until their eyes meet and they do, they always do, he can't take his eyes off her.
Once they do, she smirks at him.
For a second he gets confused, frowns, she has his attention.
All she does is wink at him and then she lets her hands caress her husband's back, slowly, turns her face into his neck and plants a sweet kiss there. Then two. Then three.
Frank lets out a soft sigh, it feels nice to him, but as terrible as that sounds, that's not what she's trying to do.
She opens her eyes and they meet with Michael's. She can see the fire in his. His clenched jaw. How tight he's holding the glass of champagne he now has in his hands.
The fire mingles with the longing, the jealousy, he would love to be the one dancing with her.
Emboldened by the alcohol coursing through her veins she puts another kiss on Frank's neck looking straight into Michael's eyes as she does it.
Michael's fuming internally, but she knows there's nothing he can do.
There's no reason for him to get jealous though, he's the one she's going to take a big risk to see tonight. So she just smirks at him again, she watches him scoff and turn away.
Softly Frank pulls a bit away from her, making sure that she's okay. He's not surprised yet, he knows that when she drinks it makes her more touchy than she usually is. What he doesn't realize is that she's not drunk, not at all.
When a few hours later they get ready to leave the party and she says goodbye to Michael, shaking his hand, he quickly caresses the exposed skin of her wrist as shivers run down her spine. She needs to find a way.
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The moment they get home, she quickly changes into her pajamas and gets in her bed, taking her notebook and pen with her and trying to focus on writing something.
Somehow, all her brain can focus on is the fact that Michael is probably back home by now, hoping she'll be able to sneak out and come to him and trying not to focus too much on the tie he probably took off already and left on his bed.
All she ends up being able to write is a few lines of dialogue she's sure she's going to throw away in the morning. Thankfully there are no rehearsals the next day, she doesn't want to show up with no work done and exhausted. She's not going to get that much sleep tonight.
Frank falls asleep rather quickly and she would feel bad for being so happy about it but she's not sober enough to be and frankly, she wants Michael too much to feel bad right now. It's a huge risk she's about to take but she has to.
So after a few minutes, she slowly slides out of her bed, puts on the first pair of black pants she can find, a black turtleneck, her brown leather jacket and leaves her house, leaving a note on the kitchen counter saying she couldn't sleep and went for a walk to clear her head.
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Reaching his place she softly knocks, hoping he didn't fall asleep waiting for her to eventually show up.
He didn't.
It only takes him a few seconds to open the door and when he does, there's no surprise on his face. He knew she'd be here. What's not usual though is that he is not smiling, he just lets her in and closes the door behind her as she puts her keys on his kitchen counter and turns to him.
When she does though he's already almost against her, his hands on her hips over her clothes. "I'm so glad you could make it." He's not even just wanting to get into her pants. There's a softness in his voice, a peaceful/happy sigh. He's happy she's here. Happy because he likes spending time with her, not just because he wants her.
She nods, "I had to." He had to know that the sound of him begging was the end of her, that he could get whatever he wanted from her like that.
He took off his blazer and his tie, turned his sleeves up while he was waiting for her. Got comfortable or busying himself in case she couldn't make it. Somehow that just makes her want him even more. "Take me to your bedroom, Mick."
He takes her hand in his and guides them there, closing the door behind them once they reach it as she takes a few steps ahead.
After barely a few seconds, she can feel his hands on her shoulders from behind her, taking off her jacket as he drops feather-light kisses on her jaw.
Her head automatically tilts, giving him better access while his hands travel all around her chest. "It's not fair to tempt me like that when you're with him."
To be fair, she hadn't been trying to get under his skin… That's a lie, she chose that specific dress because she knew he was going to like it. Wishes she could still be wearing it right now so he could take it off her. She's not the only one though. "You didn't play fairly either, I told you I like that cologne."
As he takes her turtleneck off, he chuckles "I wear it almost every day though."
She turns at that, he knows she can see right through him. "And you know exactly why you are." She says, unbuttoning his shirt all the way down.
He chuckles, admitting to her being right without actually saying the words. She kisses him to shut him up. Kisses him like she's wanted to for hours now. Kisses him as if she was his.
She runs her hand on his chest, his back, his arms, loving the feeling of his warm skin against her palm and gets lost into him. She makes no move to take his shirt off yet though, right now she's perfectly happy just enjoying the closeness.
It's not enough for him though.
Without breaking the kisses he walks her back until she falls on his bed, taking him with her. His hands find hers almost immediately as he intertwines their fingers and his kisses fall on her neck, each one driving her crazy. He's such a good kisser, it's not fair.
Quickly, her hips start rolling against his, letting out a moan at the feeling, unable to stop herself from going faster and faster. She's losing patience if she's honest, she's been waiting for this for hours and they don't have all night.
Taking matters into her own hands she hooks her leg against his hip and uses the leverage to turn them around.
This time, she's the one leaving kisses on his neck and drawing moans out of him with the rocking of her hips. She doesn't linger though. Let her lips explore his chest, his arms, his jaw until he brings her face back to his, letting their tongues dance together as one of his hands is in her hair and the other one explores her back, leaving traces of fire behind.
She's done this so much over the past month that you'd think she got used to it by now, you'd think it would be out of her system and she could move on but it's not, he still has the same power over her.
As their breathing gets faster, he sits down on his bed, keeping her on his lap. He likes kissing her neck. Likes the feeling of her, the scent of the faded perfume she's wearing, the softness of her skin, the effect it has on her… likes everything about it. So he does it, she should be careful and think about him not marking her but it feels so good she can't bring herself to think about that right now.
She barely feels his hands unhooking her bra, her entire body is buzzing with shivers and fire. Somehow though she still manages to take his shirt off as his lips find a nipple. Her hands find their way through his hair, pulling softly and trying to hold him in place at the same time.
He manages to throw her bra somewhere behind them and she has no idea where it ends up, she's too focused on his tongue licking a path from her chest to her ear, nibbling on it slightly once he reaches his destination.
God- she's been wanting him for hours and she's done waiting.
For just a minute, she indulges and lets her hand travel on his chest, back, every part of him she can reach while he indulges as well and breathes her in. She loves the feel of his skin. Her hands end their journey on his belt, opening it quickly.
As she opens it, their eyes meet. Both of them were breathing heavily. His hands stop hers, taking them away from his belt as he turns them again, laying her back on the bed and pinning her hands on each side of her head. "You… have some very wandering hands Mrs Houston."
"Do I?" She replies quickly, feeling playful, probably due to the alcohol still coursing through her veins. She also decides to blame the alcohol for her brain choosing this moment to go back to earlier that night and his tie around her wrist, his darkened eyes when she confessed the idea to him… she wants that. "Maybe you should do something about it." She means to make it sound sexy, tempting but she sounds too breathless.
Michael still likes it though, if the moan he lets out at the mental image she painted for him is any indication. His forehead falling against hers, he whispers, "Are you sure?"
She nods, "I trust you." and she does, she really does. She knows that if she gets uncomfortable for even a moment he'll stop and back away.
Agreeing he nods too before tearing himself away from her for a second, using the opportunity to take his pants off.
He gets into his bathroom and comes out with his tie in his hands, she smirks when she realizes that he had prepared it, just in case.
When he joins her he kneels in front of her, his eyes are glued on hers and filled with so much intensity she feels weak. He puts the tie next to her on the bed and as his lips go back to kissing all over her chest, his hands get rid of her pants with her help. He tries to give her one last chance to back off. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable…"
"Michael," she interrupts him, it was her idea, her imagination, her fantasy. She wants this. "Tie my hands." She tells him as she joins her wrists in front of her.
Nodding softly, he takes the tie from next to her and wraps it around her offered wrists, a sight she can't look away from. It feels nice. "You have to tell me if it's too tight," he whispers, "I want you to be able to get out just in case."
She can't help but smile. He likes this, she can tell he's into the idea yet he still is being so kind and cautious with her, just making sure she feels comfortable and likes this as well. It's so sweet. "I'm fine, I promise."
He nods, "Alright. I trust you."
Once he's done, she checks and realizes that it's tied strongly enough to make her feel it but she could get rid of it if she wanted to and it's great, it makes the feeling of giving him control even stronger somehow. Right now, she knows she could take it off and go but she doesn't want to, all she wants is him.
She puts her hands behind his neck and kisses him again, letting the sparks that were dying down explode once again.
He lays her back down and for a minute, he lets her hang on to him, lets her arms wrap around his neck, lets her legs wrap around his hips. She likes clinging to him, having him as close as humanly possible. She spends so much of her time running away from him that when she doesn't, she completely gives in.
It doesn't last though.
He grips her arm and drags it away from him.
Her first instinct is to fight it, to tighten her grip and he laughs through the kiss. "We said no touching Julia." He chuckles as he puts her arms back behind her head and God, she loves when he uses her full name.
She loves the nickname too, it's sweet and intimate, adorable and kind.
When he uses her full name though it's always with at least a hint of teasing, with a burning warmth erupting from it and it gives her shivers.
She leans in for a kiss, that's her only answer.
He doesn't let it linger though, lets his kisses trace a path from her lips to her stomach through her neck and chest, leaving goosebumps all over her body.
As he leaves a burning kiss right over the button of her underwear, she inhales sharply. He opens it and drags it down, letting it fall on the floor.
Breathing heavily, he kisses his way up from her ankles to her inner thighs, when he reaches his destination she's shaking, feels like she's going to explode. "Michael, please…" She whispers.
He hears it. "You don't need to beg," he replies, whispering right in her ear. "I want you too much to deny you anything."
God- his words get her every time.
She barely has time to register them before his mouth finds its way between her legs. Oh god, this is exactly what she needed. He feels so good, so good a loud moan escapes her.
His hands wrap around her thighs and she feels like little stars are shining behind her closed eyes.
For a second she looks down and their eyes meet, a shiver gets through her body and their hands intertwine. His eyes are her downfall, she's irresistibly attracted to them, to him and this is too much. Her legs are shaking.
He tied her hands, he wants her to keep them over her head but she can't help it, keeps them down and runs her hands through his short hair, pulling softly, bringing him closer.
Not lingering too much, his mouth kisses a path up her chest, bringing her arms back around his neck. "You're beautiful." He whispers against her ear. It takes her breath away.
When she says she loves his voice she doesn't just mean the singing one.
As he brings her arms back above her head, he lets his lips kiss all over her chest, back up her neck until his tongue meets hers. His hands are still wandering all over her body and it's killing her. "Stop teasing me." She doesn't know how her blank mind works well enough for her to get the words out but it is.
"Why?" He replies against her lips, "You teased me all evening with that dress, and then with him..." Her eyes are closed, overwhelmed, she can still feel the smirk.
She's not in the mood for teasing anymore though. "Please, I want you."
She's been with him enough times to know that he has a weakness for her telling him what she wants, begging.
This time is no exception.
Right as she says that, he moans and kisses her, gets back to rocking his hips against her.
Faster.
Harder.
She's done waiting, over it. She bites his lip, softly pulls at his hair. She intends on trying to free her hands, trying to roll them over so she can have her way with him but she doesn't need to.
Thankfully he seems just as done with the teasing as she is, tears himself away from her for a minute to take his underwear off. She can't help but stare.
God, he's handsome.
Crawling back to her he can't help but let his eyes burn every inch of her skin. His hands are back on her, pulling her as close as humanly possible.
She's not the only one with wandering hands apparently.
And then he slides into her and her eyes roll all the way to the back of her head.
He gives her a minute, gives her time to get adjusted to him as she puts her arms around his neck again.
He starts moving slowly first.
She loves when he goes slowly, it gives her time to savor him, to enjoy everything he makes her feel.
Tonight though they're too worked up, "Can I go faster?" he whispers against her neck.
He doesn't even have to ask. "God yes," she tells him with the same tone.
She's not usually this needy but this whole evening feels like it's been foreplay and he feels so good, so amazing.
When he does get faster she feels like she's seeing stars, feels like she's flying.
"Does he do this to you too?" He replies, she knows she kind of asked for it when she pulled her trick on him earlier. "Can he give you this much pleasure?"
It's bad, it's so bad, he shouldn't be talking about his. Not now, not ever, yet as wrong as it is it's also sexy because the sinful truth is not what it should be. "No," she whispers, "He doesn't."
He groans at that, kisses a path from her shoulder to her lips through her neck.
She's panting, shaking, trying to hold on to him and reality as much as she can. She's trying but her mind is completely blank, filled with nothing but one word: more.
They've done this many times though and he's starting to know her body well, without her even needing to beg for it, his hand finds its way between her legs as he rubs and rubs.
It's too much, too much and she can't tone down the moan getting out of her mouth.
She can feel him smirk as he whispers, "You like this, don't you?"
She'd answer but she's too far gone, can't focus on a single word he's saying, she's close. Really close. God, she can't- she-
"Let go," She hears him whisper, can barely focus on the words, "Let go for me darling."
As if on instinct, her body responds and she's flying, exploding, letting go, everything all at once and she can barely breathe.
He's not far behind her, it only takes him a few thrusts during which she's taken by the urge to hold him, to touch him.
She somehow manages to take off the tie and does just that, her brain starting to register. Darling. It's just a pet name, isn't it? She can't focus on that right now. Lets herself touch, caress and softly bite every bit of skin she can reach.
He comes for her with a moan of her name as she feels him tense in her arms.
It takes them a minute to get back down from their high, exchanging sweet kisses.
They both chuckle softly, breathless.
God that was… "That was incredible." She whispers, slowly getting her voice back.
"We should definitely do that again."
Both of them laugh at that, yes, they absolutely should.