Michael awoke, why had she let him sleep? How much time did he have left here with her? They had spent the rest of the day making love on her living room floor, then the kitchen, then late in the night they had finally moved to the bed. He didn't mind waking up in a room filled with her scent, with books that her fingers have grazed every page of, but he wanted to wake up to her smile, her kisses.
Looking around, Michael wondered where she could be. She wasn't in bed. He didn't hear a shower running, but he did smell bacon. Oh bacon, no mortal or immortal man could ever say no to your sweet aroma. He realized all of his clothes were down stairs and decided to walk down exactly as God had made him. Besides, if he was lucky she would be in the same state.
Michael would have never admitted it, but he was even more happy to see her walking around the kitchen in what little she had on than he would have expected. Black lace panties arched beautifully over the curve of her ass, and a snug-fitting white tank top fell just below the top of the panties. She was breathtaking. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls, most of it had escaped her attempt at a ponytail but she didn't seem to notice. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips and tracing his fingers down her waist. Lana arched her back and pressed herself into his arms.
"Well, good morning, my love. Good to see you're up and ready for more. How about breakfast first? Bacon and eggs. I've got coffee going too. Black?" Her right hand was raised, softly grazing the stubble on his cheek as she spoke softly to him.
"Take the bacon off the stove, breakfast can wait. I cannot." Michael was pressing light kisses into the hallow of her neck, nipping lightly as her traced his hands beneath her lace panties.
"Love, you already want more? You've barely woken up." She smiled, knowing she would never say no to him.
"So help me wake up some more." His words formed in the pauses between the kisses he placed up and down her arms. He wasn't yielding and wouldn't until he couldn't move.
Lana turned to face him. She still couldn't believe how close she felt to him. She hadn't known him for more than a day, but there was more than a small part of her that felt like he was the most important person she had ever met. He had shaken up her simple snow-globe life, and sat and watched as the faux-snow settled around her. Not that she minded. She was even starting to believe this whole soul-mate deal he was pedaling. There really was no other explanation. She felt it not long after they left the diner yesterday.
It was as if the air around her had grown sweeter when he was around. As if she could see the sun burn brighter, feel its heat a little warmer. When she looked into his eyes, she felt her own seeking to absorb his light. There was no reason to say he was perfect, she was sure he wasn't. But he was perfect for her. His hands folded carefully around hers. His lips sought hers and tenderly brought her pleasure in ways she hadn't ever imagined. She really did believe he was made for her alone, and she for him.
Pushing his face to the side, she began a trail of kisses all her own. She allowed him to feel only a small brush of her lips, and then moved onto the next target. Ending with her knees on the cold kitchen tile, his amazing erection was at eye level. She couldn't resist, she just wanted to have him there in front of her all day. Looking up at him, she took it into her mouth and enjoyed the feeling of him relaxing into her. His hips moved closer to her face and she smiled against him.
Michael's hands wound their way into her hair as he gentle pulled her back and forth in time to his movements. Her hands gripped his ass and she relished pleasing him. There was nothing better to her. There it was just the two of them, moving together for one reason. She slowly pulled herself away from him. He ran his hand along her jaw line and he leaned down to kiss her. She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him, her hands in his hair.
"I love you Lilyanna. I always will." Michael was looking at her so tenderly and with so much love, she almost didn't react.
"Who the fuck is Lilyanna?" There was no mistaking the pain in her voice. The hurt was draped across her face.
