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And Heaven Too

Chapter Fourteen

Dell wakes up the next morning to Mike tossing and turning. This isn’t a new occurrence by any stretch of the imagination so she rolls over him and slides her arm around his waist. He quiets and she kisses his shoulder softly. He doesn’t talk about the dreams that make him a restless sleeper and she doesn’t ask because dreams are funny things. They’re some of the most intimate thoughts of a person and she’s not sure she can intrude like that, yet.

She looks over at the clock. It’s just after eight and it’s way past her time to be up. Mike’s on his back and she lays with him for a few more moments, enjoying his deepening breaths. He seems to be falling back into a deeper REM cycle. Good, she thinks, and she slides out from beneath the covers. She pulls on a pair of his sweats, too long in the legs and too big in the waist, and one of his Caps shirts. She’s done this almost every morning she’s spent here, enjoying the way his scent clings to the fabric as she brushes her teeth in the ensuite. When she crosses back into the bedroom he’s still peaceful. A gentle smile traces the edges of her lips as she watches him sleep.

He’s disheveled and looks so still and she loves seeing him like this. No worries, no fears. Just Mike. Her eyes land on a bruise on his chest and she giggle softly. She’d tagged him good during sex early this morning and the outline of her bite looks startling against his chest. She likes that he lets her mark him sometimes.

The loft is pretty much a disaster area and she starts a pot of coffee, ready to begin the restoration efforts. Thankfully Mike had the forethought to use cups when possible and she doesn’t make too much noise cleaning up. By nine she’s had her third cup of coffee and the remnants of the party have gone down the garbage chute in the hall. And now she’s bored.

She doesn’t work today, first of the year and all. When she’d been making plans weeks ago, before all of this, she’d promised Andrew that they’d go see a movie or something today but her roommate had firmly told her last night not to show her face at all and to enjoy the time with Mike. Dell has the sinking suspicion that Andrew might be seeing someone with as absent as he’s been lately too.

Dell wanders over to the main entertainment center and browses through his collection of games. She has a wide grin on her face when she finds the copy of NHL 13. Fuck yeah. It takes a few minutes to figure out the configuration because, Jesus fuck, how much equipment does one man need to play an Xbox? Too many is Mike’s belief she supposes. At least he’s connected to the internet and she can retrieve her profile.

Mike finds her a few hours later, sprawled across his sectional and swearing under her breath. She’s battling hard along the blue line with some guy from the Avs. She’s distracted momentarily when he wanders in, no shirt, just pants, and the guy gets around her character. She’s not fast enough to react and he scores.

“Oh fuck nuts.” She pauses the game then and gives him a grin. There’s an overwhelming urge building in her to just tackle him and take all of his clothes off, as there usually is when he’s around her. Something about the bed head and the scruff he’s perpetually supporting. No man should ever look so tempting.

“Are you playing a girl? On the Panthers?”

Dell bursts into laughter and nods. “I got drafted there. Still in the first season, too, so I can’t even get traded.” He grabs himself a cup of coffee and joins her on the couch.

“I thought you said you were playing with my guy?”

“Yeah, that’s my created team. I’m working on my pro. It’s weird. I dunno.” She unpauses because he seems to be okay with her playing videogames while he sleeps. Or, is hanging out now that he’s awake. He hums and takes a sip of his coffe, his eyes on the screen.

Dell finishes out the game with Mike laughing softly next to her the whole time. He even offers her a couple of tips, then muttering appreciatively when she sinks another shot from the point. “You’re pretty good at that but you come too far in on the attack. Drift back on the blue line until you see your opening then hit the slot. Works everytime.”

Sure enough, it does. Her little character gets a hattrick. And then a few more assists. She throws in a fight too, twice, just so she can pick up a Gordie Howe. She offers him the controller but he waves it off and she closes out of the game. “Hungry?” He nods so she gets up to make some food.

He has never offered to cook for her and she’s totally okay with that. She really likes cooking for him, enjoys putting her culinary skills to good use for someone who can’t outdo her in every department. Andrew laughs when she tries to make them dinner. Mike looks so fucking grateful every time she slides a plate in front of him.

“What’s the plan for today?”

He shrugs as he works on the omlet but when he’s done with a mouthful he says, “Clean up a bit then go back to bed?” He looks really hopeful. It would be a hell of a good way to ring in the New Year. If he wants to stay in, she can stay in.

“I was thinking – I haven’t been in the hot tub yet.” His eyes light up at the suggestion and that’s how they find themselves, close to noon and not at all motivated beyond drifting in the hot water, watching a movie playing inside while they relax outside. It’s a chilly afternoon but Mike pulls her back against his chest and wraps her up tight. She thinks one of the Hangover movies is on but she doesn’t really follow the plot line. The slick feel of Mike behind her distracts her for a full half hour.

She’s dizzy from the heat and his proximity when she rotates, bringing their chests together. He laughs at her but drops a kiss to her lips. “Is the movie boring?”

“Yeah but that’s okay. I know how to amuse myself.” She pulls her legs to either side of his thigh and his breath catches in his throat. They’re naked. Of course they’re naked. When Dell had dressed last night she’d brought a change of everyday clothes but not a swim suit. Her hand ghosts over her bite mark and she smiles at herself. He presses against her fingers as she traces down his abdomen and his head falls back when it finds his hip.

She’s never had sex in a hot tub. This should be rectified. It takes a fantastically short amount of time to stroke him into hardness. His own hands grip her hips tightly and he pulls her forward. The pressure of Mike, hard against her core, makes her groan. She angles herself and slips over his hard length.

It’s hard to ride him up and down but she finds some success shifting back and forth against his lap. The pressure of his pelvic bone on her clit sends stars shooting through her vision at every pass. “Fuck, Mike.” Her head drops back at the sensations. He leans forward and closes a lip around a nipple. The sounds she makes are needy and desperate. Her fingers dig into his shoulders. He snaps his hips up, pushing even deeper inside her. “Ohh fuck, do that again.” And he does.

Dell rides him, letting him set the pace with long, fast stroke. She comes apart with his mouth on her collar bone, biting lightly. She archs over him and stills. Mike goes to town and is shuddering under her only a half a dozen strokes later.

They float down together, buyed by the water and the released. He slips out of her when he pulls her tight to his chest and kisses her lazy and sloppy and so fucking good she wants to cry. Despite any issues that they might run into with dating she thinks this, this, will always be good between them. “Can I just say how happy I am you’re on birth control? Seriously. I didn’t think I could cum so hard last night until this very moment.”

Dell giggles against his lips before laying her head down on shoulder. “Yeah, but I think you’re going to have to have your hot tub cleaned now.” They have made a mighty mess.

Mike laughs and rubs a hand up and down her back. “Whatever, I can afford it.” And yeah, he can. He with the million TVs and endless gadgets. He jerks lightly underneath her. “I know what we should do today.”

Dell looks up at him and he’s got a great smile aimed right at her. “Let’s take the Lambo out of the city and go for a drive. There’s this amazing restaurant on the water in Annapolis. It’s amazing. Boats everywhere, really good seafood. Beautiful.” He kisses her nose and teases, “I might even let you drive.”

She frowns comically. “I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.”

Mike looks appalled for a moment. “You don’t know how to drive a stick? What kind of farm did you grow up on?”

“One that was mostly show, I’m afraid. I wasn’t even allowed near the riding mower until I was in my late teens.” She ponders that particular memory. It had been a veritable cluster fuck. Her mom’s gardenias still hadn’t recovered, a decade later.

Mike watches her for a long moment. He’s thinking. Usually it’s good when he’s thinking. She doesn’t know if this is one of those occasions. “I’ll just have to teach you then,” he finally decides and Dell actually pales.

“In a car that expensive? No thanks. I’d be paying you back for years. You and my school loans. That’s where all my paychecks would go if I landed a job. Just a terrible idea Mikey. Terrible.” She shakes her head sadly for added effect.

Mike won’t take no for an answer though and he’s almost vibrating with excitement when he climbs out of the hot tub, dragging her with them. It is suddenly way too cold to be naked and she lets him drag her inside. Her casual clothes are still fairly nice. She’s been on her best wardrobe with him so he doesn’t look like he’s dumpster diving while they’re out and this outfit is borderline work formal. She thinks she won’t look too out of place with him. Mike appreciates the scarf and twines his finger in it gently to pull her in for a kiss before they leave his place. “This is going to be awesome.”

Annapolis is beautiful. She hasn’t been here before and she looks at it all with bright, shining eyes. The ships and the water, and the crisp air all make her an over excited mess and Mike laughs at her every time she sees another historic marker. He corrals her during dinner time and takes her to the restaurant he’d talked about and it is, indeed, amazing.

He’s making noises about her driving back to DC, though, so she does what any responsible adult who really doesn’t want to drive an incredibly expensive stick shift car would do. She starts drinking. Mike catches on after the second glass of wine is drained.

“You – Is the idea of driving my car that horrible?” He’s got an eyebrow cocked at her.

She gives him an innocent look before drinking another big gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She’s feeling pretty light headed.

“C’mon Dell. Really?”

She shrugs. “It would be irresponsible for me to try to learn how to drive a manual in that car. Seriously. If you tallied up every dollar I’ve made so far in my life, along with all of my possessions, AND my life insurance policy it still wouldn’t touch the cost of that car.” She raises her glass to him before drinking again. “I’m not comfortable with those odds.”

Mike huffs at her. Actually huffs and folds his arms across his chest. Dell watches his arms, watches the play of muscle under his shirt. She sighs mentally and smiles. She is really lucky. She wouldn’t ever want to ruin this, if only because then she’d never get to watch him.

“Money isn’t an issue, Dell. My insurance is great. Besides, its got paddle shifts, not the stick. Way easier to learn with.” He looks offended.

“Are you upset by this? Why are you upset?”

He huffs again and relaxes his posture, trying very clearly to not look upset. “I just don’t get why this is a big deal. Driving the Lambo is awesome. I want to share that with you.”

Ah, this is the failure to connect, she thinks. He’s pretty much in love with driving fast and she doesn’t get it because Dell . . . Dell likes things to proceed at a speed she can control. He’s probably really selective about who he lets drive that thing, too, and she’s just shooting him down. He could also be offended that she doesn’t want to take him up on his offer to teach her; it could be an issue of him not feel appreciated for the offer.

Dell grabs his hand, resting their palms together. “Do you want to get a hotel room here?” He blinks at her, startled by the change of topic. She grips his hand tighter, rubbing her thumb over the back of his knuckles. He’s not catching her drift so she wiggles her eyebrows.

Sex. Duh. The wine is making her feel floaty. She’d rather it was him, his dick in her, his hands on her skin. She’d just as soon spend all day, every day naked in his arms. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

Drats! She’d forgotten. She thinks and then pulls out her phone to text a few people. When she’s done she puts her phone away and goes for his hand again. “Taken care of. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Mike goes willingly, throwing some cash on the table to cover their bill. Dell lets him hand her into his fancy, expensive sports car and she relaxes as he drives, not caring where he takes her. Just pleased that he’s not pestering her anymore and willing to get naked with her as soon as possible.

Comments

I loved this story. I spent a whole rainy afternoon getting to know Mike and Dell. You writing is wonderful!!!
Riley Riley
9/9/13
I really like this story!! : So sad its over now :(
alicatt alicatt
2/16/13
It's totally appropriate and not at all weird that I giggled when I imagined Nicky cleaning, right?
deciding deciding
2/3/13
Awww, Mike is a sweetheart! :) Can't wait for more!
alicatt alicatt
1/30/13
NO! Not good.....She just needs to give in and move in with him!
alicatt alicatt
1/22/13