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âyou give michael a manila envelope with your nudes .á SMUT / MDNI!
After spending time looking for a hidden exit, you and your friend had found a backdoor, where a limousine was hidden. You stood together giggling waiting for the concert to end, hoping to get a glimpse of Michael.
Coming to the concert, you made sure to wear revealing clothes. You and your friend knew of your plan to attempt to meet Michael face-to-face and you wanted to look your best.
In your hands you held a large manila envelope, with professionally taken nude photos of yourself, along with your name and number on the back of the first one.
After around thirty minutes, the back doors opened and Michael along with his security stepped out. You and your friend stepped to the side as you both called his name.
Your friend quickly asked for a signed autograph on her âThrillerâ album. His security stood beside him as he began signing it. While your friend quickly began praising him.
âThe concert was amazing, we were really hoping weâd get a chance to see you up close tonight.â Thank you, Michael.â
You bit your lip as he turned to you, âDid you want me to sign anything?â He asked politely.
âUmâ I actually wanted to give you something. I have a few photos I wanted you to have of me,ââ You glanced at the ground shyly as his gaze remained fixed on you curiously.
âTheyâre a bit intimate though. Iâd prefer if you open it when youâre alone.â You murmur softly, glancing back at him.
He softly takes the folder from you, understanding your insinuation but pretending to be oblivious. âThank you, if you want we could go into the car and you could show me.â He states smiling.
In understanding, Michaelâs security who has been watching your interaction closely begins leading your knowing friend away into another vehicle to wait for you.
âIâd like that,â You smile kindly, excited to be alone with him.
As you get closer to the limousine, he opens the door for you and follows you inside, shutting it behind him.
You quickly begin feeling the need to explain yourself, nervous that Michael may have misunderstood your explanation. âI just wanna make it clear, Michael. These are nude pictures.â You share, gaging his reaction as he holds the large manila envelope in his hands.Â
He is looking at it before glancing back at you. âI know,â can I open it now?â He asks politely.
Surprised by his confidence and politeness, you smile softly. âOf course.â
He quickly begins unsealing the envelope as you begin leaning onto him, looking at the photos. Your hands quickly resting on his thigh comfortably.
The first photo he pulls out is a photograph of you in a silk robe. The robe is falling off your shoulders, revealing the lace set you have underneath, as you pose for the camera.
Michael bites his lip softly, looking at it. You quickly glance at him, âYou like it?â You canât help asking.
âOf course, you look amazing.â He states revealing the next photo.Â
The photograph reveals your lingerie underneath the robe. You sit on the bed as your ass and elbows hold up your body, as you arch slightly, the light casting shadows along your cleavage.
âThatâs a really nice set,â He states, not taking his eyes off the photo.
Youâre now looking at his reactions confidently, as you gently begin rubbing his thigh. âYeah? Wanna see it in person?â You ask as he quickly turns to look at you.
He glances at your face before fixing his gaze on your body, considering whatâs underneath your clothes. His eyebrows furrowing as he considers his next actions. He gently places his hand on your jaw as he hesitantly leans in, and you quickly follow suit meeting him halfway.Â
Your mouths meet in an open mouthed kiss, as you gently take the lead. It feels desperate as your hands move up the expanse of his chest, past his shoulder into the back of his hair as you tug lightly.Â
His hands slowly move to your waist as he guides you on top of his frame. Comfortably and intentionally you place your crotch on to his as you grind slowly. Your tongue softly traces the bottom of his lip before his mouth opens faintly allowing your entry.Â
His hands lightly squeeze your hips and he groans into your mouth, as you continue grinding down on to his growing bulge.
You grow desperate, as his own tongue teases yours for a moment before you lightly suck on it. Your hands slowly go to cup his jaw just as he gently sucks on your bottom lip.
His hands on your hips slowly inch higher as he begins pulling your shirt up, taking the hint, you gently pull away from the kiss and pull your top over your head, throwing it to the side.Â
Without hesitation you move off of his lap and begin removing your pants. Michael follows suit quickly fumbling with undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants before sliding them down slightly, pulling out his dick.
You quickly kneel before him as he reaches over your frame, undoing the clasp on your bra and removing it.
Immediately you place one of your hands on his thigh and the other on the base of his dick as you begin licking and sucking on the length, coating it in your saliva as you moan softly.
Michaelâs head falls back onto the headrest behind him as his eyes close, and his brows furrow. Slowly he leans forward and begins watching you as you move his dick out of the way and begin sucking on his balls.
His lips part slightly as he releases a shaky breath, attempting to be quiet. Curiously you glance out the window, making sure no one is near before focusing your attention back on his dick. You hold the base as you quickly spit on it and use your hands to stroke your saliva on his length.
You spit once more before leaning down and wrapping your lips around him, sucking lightly, as you moan , eyebrows furrowing as you grow needy.Â
Michael groans loudly as his hands gently find the back of your head and rest there as you begin bobbing up and down. You slowly attempt to take more of his dick in your mouth and immediately begin gagging, as you struggle.
His hips unconsciously jerk in response, âFuck, sorry mama.â He murmurs, as he gently bites his lip, and loses control, gently forcing your head down as you continue gagging .
Your spit begins dribbling down your jaw and onto his balls as you grip the base and pull away, gasping for air.Â
âFuck, ssâ big.â You murmur, dazed as you glance up at him, before gripping the base and spiting the excess of your saliva onto his length. He nods, disoriented as he watches you begin to greedily suck his dick, head bobbing as your hands stroke the base that you struggle taking.
âOhâfuck!â He groans loudly, as your spit bubbles on your hands, slowly coating his balls.Â
Pulling away, you pull his dick gently to the side as you lean down and hold his balls to your mouth before sucking on them sloppily. Feeling them fill your mouth.
His head falls back onto the headrest. As you swirl your tongue around them before releasing them with a âpopâ. Your mouth immediately latching back onto his dick, licking and puckering your lips against it as you let your spit coat him, making your way to the tip.
You grip the base as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, gently slapping his heavy dick on it. He finally begins looking at you again. His eyebrows remain furrowed as he bites his lip, gently guiding your mouth back onto him.
He quickly takes control and forces you down his entire length as you begin choking. One of your hands rests on his thigh as your other reaches between your legs and begins rubbing your clit, your arousal coating your fingers.
As you begin struggling, both your hands find his thighs and you begin tapping them furiously. Gasping as he lets you go, you pull off of him.Â
Without a word you turn around , removing your underwear, and lift your ass in the air. Michael gets off of the seat, and kneels behind you, pulling his pants and boxers down swiftly before lining himself up with your entrance.
âAre you on birth control?â He questions, breathing shakily, as he squints, watching his dick tease your entrance.
âYes, please put it in.â You whimper. Against his better judgement, Michael rests one of his hands on your ass as the other guides his dick and he slowly pushes into you.
You moan loudly as you feel the girth immediately stretch you open. Michaelâs eyes close as he groans loudly, attempting to show restraint inside you before growing frustrated and thrusting the rest inside you completely.
âFuckk, just like that.â You whimper, as Michael begins thrusting inside of you. His hands rest on your waist as he guides your ass back into his thrusts.
The sound of moans and skin slapping seems to echo within the car, as it shakes with each thrust. âThatâs it, baby. Doing sâfuckin good for me.â Michael groans, his pace picking up, as he grows needy.
A knock on the door interrupts you, as you and Michael quickly look through the window, surprised. Michael continues his thrusts as a man outside looks around the area near the vehicle and calls out.
âMike, itâs been a while man, gotta get going.âÂ
Michaelâs thrusts continue as he focuses his attention back on you, slapping your ass.
âGive me ten minutes!â He shouts, and the man begins retreating.
You moan loudly as you begin fucking yourself back on him, meeting his thrusts. âOhâ sâgood, sâfuckin good.â You messily reach one of your hands down and begin playing with your clit, which is covered in your juices.Â
âYeah? You like that, you like that big dick.â He murmurs, biting his lip as he begins moaning louder, ââm gonna cum.â He whimpers, his thrusts losing rhythm.
He continues pumping his dick in you before quickly pulling out and jerking it, spilling his cum on your ass and back.
You both remain quiet, as you catch your breath. Despite not cumming, you knew Michael seemed finished and you quickly compose yourself. The encounter ends quickly despite Michael, attempting to be kind, kissing you gently and telling you he had a great time.Â
By the time you make your way back to your friend, there is no denying what happened, your disheveled appearance reveals your intimate moment with Michael.
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a/n: I wanted to run with this rumor. đ This isn't proofread.
Summary: The reader, a long-time friend of Michael's, accompanies him to the National Association of Black Owned Broadcasters 1992 Communications Awards Dinner and ends up making out with him in the back of the car on the ride back to the hotel where they're staying.
Content warnings/tags: Michael being nervous, brief description of vitiligo, lots of kissing, Michael has a big dick (but we knew that already), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation squirting, coming inside, Michael calling the reader "baby" and "mama."
Author's note: I promise I'm going to come back to Our Secret. I just got distracted, okay? đ¤Ł
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When you agreed to join Michael at the Communications Awards Dinner hosted by the National Association of Black Owned Broadcasters, you had assumed he was inviting you as a friend. Youâd known each other for years. You knew how sweet he was, and how affectionate, but you always assumed his affection toward you was the same as it was with his sisters or his mother or any of his other girl friends who were just friends, and not true girlfriends. You never would have dreamed he actually liked you.
And yet, here you were, kissing him in the back of the car, his tongue in your mouth and his hands, freed from the black silk gloves heâd been wearing at dinner, on your body, one on your hip and the other caressing your face. A gentle throbbing ache had started up between your legs sometime a few miles back and was steadily getting worse. You were sure youâd soaked through your panties by now, and you were fighting to maintain your composure. You were actively holding back the urge to moan into his mouth, and the only thing stopping you from crawling into his lap was the knowledge that Bill might notice if he happened to look up into the rearview mirror.
Youâd had a bit of a crush on Michael for years, sure, but who didnât? You were sure every girl he knew thought he was cute. This was the first time you actually realized how bad you wanted him, though. Since you saw him at the door of your hotel room when he showed up with Bill to pick you up, youâd been thinking about getting him alone. He looked so handsome tonight, and there was something almost provocative about the fact that he was wearing a red shirt with no tie to a black-tie event, his hair hanging loose, some of it in front of his face. Youâd wanted to kiss him the moment he showed up to get you, to get your hands in his hair, to ask him if heâd like to stay at the hotel instead. But this was a big night. NABOB had reconciled with Sony, and Michael was being honored. So you went to the ceremony, deciding to wait until you got back to the car to let him know how you felt.
You definitely werenât expecting him to be the one to kiss you first.
âBaby,â he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him as he moved your hair back so he could kiss your neck. He took one of your hands in his and placed it on the front of his pants.
You breathed in sharply, not quite audible enough to consider it a gasp, and you almost jerked your hand away, surprised not only by the boldness of this act but the knowledge that youâd gotten him so worked up. You were also surprised by how big he felt. You squeezed him lightly, and he swallowed hard, close enough that you heard the dry click in his throat when he did. His breathing became shaky, and you felt his tongue on this one beautifully sensitive spot on the side of your neck near your ear.
âMike,â you murmured, sliding your hand away slowly so it rested on the side of his thigh instead. âPlease.â You shrugged him off gently. âLetâs wait,â you whispered.
He drew back, blinking a couple times, trying to reorient himself as he looked into your eyes through the haze of his arousal.
âSorry,â he said, and retreated slowly back to his side of the backseat.
âWhen we get back to the hotelâŚâ you said, not sure exactly how to ask him discreetly if he minded going back to one of your rooms together so you could ride him until your legs gave out.
His eyes widened as he looked back over at you. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you said, trying not to sound too eager.
He smiled and kissed you again, more chastely this time, but you saw the way his eyes trailed over your body before he looked away, smiling sheepishly at his hands that now lay folded between his knees.
When you reached the hotel a little while later, Bill parked the car and then accompanied the two of you to the door of Michaelâs suite. You saw the look on Billâs face, surprised to see you and Michael going into the same suite, but his expression bore no sign of judgment. He simply bid you both goodnight before departing into his adjoining suite.
Once inside Michaelâs suite with the door locked between you both and the outside world, you saw him slip back into the easy domesticity of his private existence. He was more himself when no one else was around, when he didnât feel like he had to put on a performance for anyone outside his inner circle who might be watching. Youâd known him for years, had seen this switch many times, but there was still something almost novel about it, and certainly something special about knowing you were one of the few people he was comfortable enough around to let see this side of him. His body relaxed, and you watched as he walked into the kitchenette to fill the kettle at the sink and set it on the small stovetop. You followed him, leaning on the counter as you watched him get down two mugs.
âYou want some tea?â he asked.
âSure,â you said, and he opened the box and pulled out two bags, unwrapped them, and dropped one into each mug.
He was at ease in one sense now that you were in a more private space, but a new kind of nerves settled over him now that he found himself alone with you.
âThank you for inviting me,â you said, thinking talking might help.
âSure,â he said. âIâm glad you could come. It was really nice having you there.â
While he waited for the water to boil, he stepped out of the kitchenette to remove his jacket, which he draped over the back of an armchair in the living room, along with his shirt, and his belt. He stepped out of his shoes, too, and you took that opportunity to kick yours off as well and take off your sweater.
You looked him over, taking in the sight of him in just his white t-shirt, pants, and socks. It was the first time you could remember seeing his arms in years, and it wasnât hard to guess why. His skin was mottled, a lighter brown that you remembered, and covered in large patches of white. It didnât bother you, but you knew it must bother himâand of course it didâbecause he took such care to keep his body covered and to cover the parts that had to be visible, like his face and his hands, with makeup.
He didnât notice you looking, or if he did, he pretended not to, so you said nothing, deciding he was better to leave it alone. It was just another part of him that you were now allowed to see, a step deeper into the private life of this man who youâd known for twenty-something years, since you met while you were filming back-to-back features on The Ed Sullivan Show as rising child stars.
As you stood there folding your sweater, you realized he was looking at you, too, his gaze soft and appreciative, but there was something else behind his eyes that youâd never noticed until tonight. Then his eyes met yours, and that look was gone, replaced by a look of embarrassment, like heâd been caught doing something he shouldnât.
How was this the same man whoâd had his tongue in your mouth and his hands roaming greedily over your body, whoâd placed your hand on his dick so you could feel how much he wanted you? Barely twenty minutes had passed since then, and already, he was the shy boy youâd known forever all over again.
The kettle whistled, and he returned to the kitchenette.
âYou want milk or sugar or anything?â he asked. âLooks like thereâs also lemon juice and honey.â
âIâm fine with it the way it is,â you said.
When he came back, he handed you your cup before sitting down on the couch. You sat beside him. For a moment, neither of you said anything. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional clink of the spoon against the inside of his mug. Michael held his tea in both hands, staring down into it as though it required his full concentration. You watched him for a few seconds before speaking.
âYouâre nervous,â you said.
He glanced at you. âIâm not nervous.â
âYou are.â
âIâm drinking my tea.â
âYouâre holding it like itâs going to run away.â
That earned a small laugh, and some of the tension left his shoulders. He looked down at his hands again.
âI justâŚâ He paused, searching for the words. âIâve known you for so long.â
âI know.â
âAnd I donât want to ruin that.â
Your expression softened. âYouâre not going to ruin anything.â
He looked at you then, really looked at you, and the vulnerability in his face made your chest ache. For all the confidence he had shown in the car, this was the Michael you recognized: thoughtful, careful, almost painfully concerned with making sure everyone around him was comfortable.
âYou really mean that?â he asked.
You set your mug down on the coffee table and turned toward him. âI wouldnât be sitting here if I didnât.â
He smiled, small and almost disbelieving.
Slowly, he reached for your hand. âThank you.â
âOf course,â you whispered, placing your free hand on his cheek. âYou donât have to be nervous around me. Weâve known each other long enough I think, whatever happens tonight, weâll be fine. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âThank you,â he said again, quieter.
You leaned in again and kissed him softly, caressing his face, and he leaned into the kiss, chasing your lips as you pulled away. He kissed you again, and again, and you couldnât help but smile against his lips. He pulled away only long enough to set his mug down on the coffee table, then went right back to kissing you.
He wrapped his arms around you and you sighed, feeling the warmth of his hands pressed to your back. Then you felt one of his hands moving up along your spine, feeling the back of the neckline of your dress as if he was searching for something.
âWhat are you doing?â you giggled.
âIs there not a zipper?â he asked.
âOh,â you said, and raised your arm, grabbing hold of the bottom of the armhole to hold it taut as you undid the side zipper with your other hand.
He blinked, staring at the zipper in disbelief. âWhat?â he asked. âWhose idea was that?â
âNo clue,â you said, laughing again.
His confusion and curiosity about the zipper only lasted a few more moments because you stood and pulled your dress off over your head and tossed it over to the chair where the clothes youâd both already discarded were. All he could look at then was your body, so much of you laid bare before him for the first time. He licked his lips, and when his eyes found yours again, he didnât look away.
Leaning in, he kissed you again, laying a hand on your cheek, then slowly slid it down to one of your breasts, squeezing it gently over your bra. You wanted to go ahead and take it off for him, to let him get his hands on you without that in the way, but you also wanted to take your time. If the rumors were trueâwhich it almost seemed like they were, though you werenât about to make him nervous all over again by askingâyou didnât want this to be over before it really got started. Instead, you got to work unbuttoning the front of his pants and untucking his shirt, which he let you pull off, over his head. You tried not to let your eyes linger, not wanting him to think you were staring at his skin, but you wanted to see him, to admire the shape of his body and really drink in the sight of him, so you allowed yourself a brief glance over his body before kissing him again, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your chest to his as you drew him in closer.
He shifted beside you, and when you looked, you noticed he was taking his pants off. Your eyes widened when you caught sight of the prominent bulge in his underwear, the first visual confirmation of what youâd felt earlier.
âSomething wrong?â he asked.
âNo,â you said, hiding your shock by kissing him again. âWe just gotta take things slow is all.â
âOkay,â he whispered, his lips never leaving yours.
You slipped your panties off and got into his lap, straddling his thighs as you slid a hand down his body, over his chest, his stomach, down to the waistband of his underwear, pausing there to look him in the eyes.
âYou okay with this?â you asked.
He was breathing hard, his pupils blown wide, making his dark brown eyes look even darker. He nodded. âYeah.â
You slipped a hand into his underwear and ran the palm of your hand along his shaft, earning a shuddering sigh. His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back, and you took that opportunity to kiss his neck as you teased him. When your hand reached the head of his cock, your thumb running over it gently as you wrapped your hand around him, he let out a moan and you felt him twitch in your hand. You smiled against his neck, then ran your tongue over his pulse point as you stroked him once, twice, building up to a slow but steady rhythm.
âOh, God,â he panted. âYes, just like that.â
âYou like it?â you asked.
âYes,â he said. âYes, baby, it feels so good.â
You licked his neck again, relishing the taste of his sweat on your tongue and the gorgeous whimpering moans falling from his mouth. His hips bucked, and you stroked him slower, worried he might come before you could even feel him inside you.
âMike, can you take your underwear off please?â you asked, retreating just long enough to give him room to take them off.
He was so hard his dick stood straight up against his belly once it was freed. You thought about kneeling in front of him and taking it in your mouth, tasting the precum that was already leaking from him and dripping down his shaft, and getting him nice and wet with your spit so heâd slide right into your pussy, not that you probably needed much help. You were already so wet you could feel your thighs getting sticky, too, as you stood there taking in the sight of him.
Noticing the way he was looking at you, mouth open, his lips swollen and pink from kissing and his face and chest flushed, his eyes half-lidded, you climbed back into his lap and kissed him again. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him a few more times before raising your hips and lining him up with your entrance.
You sank down, taking him in a couple inches, and you couldnât help but gasp at the stretch. âOh, my God,â you whimpered, your voice high and strained.
He squeezed your hip, and you felt him tense beneath you, as if he was trying to fight the urge to press up into you. âYou okay?â he asked after a moment.
âYeah,â you said, and laughed lightly, embarrassed. It didnât hurtâyou were wet enough for that not to be a problemâbut it was definitely more than you were used to. âJust give me a minute.â
You raised your hips, letting him slide out a bit, then lowered them a little further than before, and after a few more slow strokes you had him all the way inside you, but you were shaking and so was he.
âYouâre so tight,â he said. âI donât know how long Iâm gonna last.â
You rolled your hips, trying to find the best angle and earning a moan from him in the process.
âIf you come early, youâll just have to make it up to me another way,â you teased, kissing his lips playfully.
âYou know I will,â he said.
His lips found yours again, and he kissed you slow and sweet, his tongue brushing lightly against your lips before you parted them, letting him deepen the kiss, and you went ahead and started moving, rocking your hips slow at first, your movements tentative. You raised your hips, letting him slide out a little more with each stroke until you could feel the tip graze your g-spot.
You moaned into his mouth, feeling your pleasure building steadily.
âFuck,â you whimpered, unable to keep kissing him.
You held onto him tighter, your nails digging into his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding your body against his as he kissed your neck, then lower to the tops of your breasts. He found the clasps of your bra, and you let him take it off you and throw it aside. Then his mouth was on one of your breasts, kissing and licking your nipple before taking it between his lips and sucking.
âShit, Mike,â you moaned, grinding down on him, desperate for a little more friction on your clit.
He moaned, and the vibration of that one little sound around your nipple was almost too much. You picked up the pace, riding him harder, faster, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every roll of your hips, and suddenly, you came, squirting as your pussy pulsed around him, soaking his lap and no doubt getting the couch and the floor a little wet in the process.
âOh, wow,â he panted, looking down at the place where your bodies connected, then closing his eyes, his mouth falling open and his head falling back.
You thought of asking him to switch places, for him to let you lie back while he got on top, but you couldn't find the words, so lost in the overwhelming, slightly painful pleasure that came with continuing to ride him like that, your come dripping down over both your thighs and his, your body trembling on top of him. He came a moment later with a long, unrestrained moan, his dick throbbing as you pulsed around him, filling you with his come.
âFuck,â you gasped, surprised by the sensation and oddly spurred on by it.
You continued riding him, picking up the pace again, listening to the way he moaned and whimpered beneath you, his hips rising to meet yours, his dick still mostly hard inside you. He came again, his fingers digging into your hips, and you let out a sound that was half-moan, half-sob as you ground your sensitive clit against him, bringing yourself off for a second time in the process and squirting around his dick again.
âOh, baby, please,â he moaned, digging his head back into the back of the couch. âItâs⌠Hmm⌠Itâs too much, mama. I canât.â
Breathing hard, you slowed to a stop, and collapsed against his chest, your sweat mingling with his. Your pussy ached, and you couldnât tell anymore if it was from overstimulation or if you needed more. You had all night, though. The flight back to LA wasnât scheduled until the next afternoon, and you didnât have to be out of the hotel until eleven. There was plenty of time.
You sat up to look at him and saw his eyes still close, his face relaxed as he laid there catching his breath. You brushed his hair out of his face with your fingertips and smiled, admiring how beautiful he looked like that. When he opened his eyes and they met yours, he smiled back.
âThat was really good,â he said.
âI liked it, too,â you whispered.
âI think we probably ruined their couch, though,â he said, wincing.
You laughed, and so did he, and you laid your forehead on his shoulder.
âI can help pay for it,â you said.
âNo, mama, this oneâs on me,â he said, tracing his fingertips along your back.
You relaxed on top of him again, wrapping your arms around his neck, thinking maybe you could just stay there like that for a little while longer.
Then you realized something.
âHey, what do you mean, this one?â you asked, pushing yourself up to look at him.
âWell, if itâs always this messy, Iâm sure itâs bound to happen again sometime or another,â he said.
He tried very hard to stay serious, and quickly failed, snorting out a laugh, and you couldnât help but laugh with him, squealing as he hefted himself to his feet with you still in his arms and started off in the direction of the bedroom with you clinging to his shoulders.
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Dark Themes, Crimes Against Children, Anxiety, Strong Language
Word Count: 2,100
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Summary: Loki hasnât been home in days; no problem.
Letting out a deep sigh, a man sat at his desk and ran his hands through his hair harshly. His tattoos looked dull against his skin form lack of sleep, nutrition, and well, sunlight. He let his phone ring for the 3rd time that hour; the hour that he was suppose to be home. In all honesty, he was suppose to be home several hours ago but this current case was hitting him hard. Child cases were always the roughest for him. They reminded him of the past he tried so hard to be better than.
âLoki!â Another sigh. David looked up to see his captain walking closer to him with that stupid look on his face.
âWe got that suspect in custody. Picked up for a traffic violation, can ya believe it? Anyways, heâs all yours. Room two.â This was just what he needed when his body was screaming for rest. The interrogation was cold, but it helped keep both detective and suspect awake through the grueling process. Two hours had gone by and nothing. He was getting absolutely nothing from the guy. The frustration had long since creeped in; all he wanted was a confession. Loki knew the man was guilty. There were too many eyewitnesses that placed this man with the kids, too many stories from the children they were able to get released. He was about as guilty as anyone could get, but without the lab results coming back or a confession, the man would walk.
âWhatâd you do to those boys, Steve?â Loki had moved to crowding the man in the corner. He never touched him, but he made sure to stay in his bubble. Steve didnât look the detective in the eyes as he cowered in the corner of the interrogation room. All through the questioning, Steve had maintained that he did nothing, but Loki knew different. Growing up in the way that he did; it gave him a unique perspective on types of people. The horrors of the boys home he grew up in left scars that he would never be rid of, but they helped in these situations.
âI didnât do anything. You got the wrong guy. I only cared for those boys; I didnât do anything wrong.â The man cried as he shook in the corner. He cowered away from Loki, trying to keep as much distance between the two as possible. Davidâs eyes blinked rapidly, and he let out a deep sigh. He stepped away, and watched as Steve visibly relaxed. His hands stopped shaking, his body too. Steveâs eyes darted quickly around the room and over Lokiâs figure, like a scared, cornered animal. He made a mad rush for Loki and both of them fell to the floor. Grappling, and trying to get dominance, the men were caught in a power struggle. David finally managed to get his hands up to where he could grab Steveâs shoulders. He brought his knee up and connected to his gut. The assailant groaned in pain and fell to the floor, while Loki moved around and got his cuffs on the man.
âWrong move, asshole.â Loki hauled the man up and shoved him down in the seat while the door to the room opened. Two uniformed police officers moved in to help subdue the man, and get him properly detained. Steve started to laugh as the chain was attached to the cuffs, and the bar on the table, which caused David to stop before his hand reached the handle of the door. Confused, the detective turned back to look at the man.
âWhat?â Steve continued to laugh to himself. Loki moved closer and placed his hands on the tabletop.
âWhat the fuckâs so funny?â Slowly, Steve laughter dwindled down. He took just a moment to collect himself before he leaned forward and spoke quietly. So quietly, that Loki was doubting if he said anything at all.
âYou. Big, bad, Detective David Loki. Rising up and leaving that boys home. Huntington, right? Shame it closed down. Those boys were so cared for. Just like these boys are,â Steve leaned even closer, and stood up to be eye level with Loki, âyou wonât make it stick. Iâll walk out of here without any charges and youâll obsess over this case. Those boys love me, and they wonât speak out against anyone at the home. They know what will happen.â With that, the man sat down and smiled. He stared Loki down, while his mind tried to wrap itself around the situation. Loki mirrored Steve and got close to his face to where they shared the same breath.
âI will make this stick. Those boys are terrified of you; thatâs not love. And you know what, Iâll put you away on child charges which will be great for you in prison. And once Iâve gotten you, Iâll get everyone else that allowed that to happen in the boys home. I will make sure that happens.â David turned and left the room swiftly, ignoring Steveâs calls of his name. The whole ordeal made his head swim and not in the way that he liked. Everything was too much; too bright, too loud, too smelly, too itchy. His steps to his desk may have looked confident, but inside he was crumbling down.
He held his head in his hands and took deep breaths, trying so desperately not to fly off the handle. The noise around him muddled into pure white noise, and his eyes slipped shut. Saliva started to pool in his mouth as his heart dropped. He could feel himself get sick and want to throw up, but he pushed it down. If he could just make it through this day, this case; he could reward himself with a night in with his wife. That would be lovely. But what if she was planning on leaving him because of his work schedule? He was never home, but he tried to make it home in time for dinner. It didnât always work but every dinner he missed, would just be a chance at asking it up to her. She truly had that patience of a saint but was it enough. Thoughts ran wild in his head, as he tuned out the outside world.
âDave? David? Honey, are you alright?â A hand waved in front of his vision. Startling himself back into his chair, he slowly calmed down. She was here. His darling wife. In her hands were several bags that each had smells galore coming from them. Blinking a few times, Loki stood up abruptly from his desk and grabbed on of the bags out of her hands, and grabbed her wrist to lead her through the station. She never questioned where he was leading her, trusting him to make the decisions he needed to. David led his wife into an empty conference room and dumped the food on the table. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into him, immediately putting his nose in her neck. The strain hurt beyond belief, but the comfort trumped the pain in his neck.
Breathe in, hold, breathe out. The routine that he had developed over the last few decades, now had the added component of being in his wifeâs arms. Her hands came up and stroked through his dark hair gently. Careful not to tug, she stood on her tiptoes to make it easier for her husband to decompress. She tried to follow his breathing, which helped keep her calm.
âRough case?â She felt him nod into her neck. Mrs. Loki realized early on that if David was this worked up, it was best to ask him yes or no questions as forming words would lead to a complete breakdown.
âCan you eat a little something please? That will help the sick feeling in your stomach right now.â David nodded again, knowing that his wife had witnessed this before and knew the signs. She led him over to the chairs nearby and gently dropped him in one, before placing herself in one right next to his. His hands stayed on her while she dished out the meal she had prepared for the both of them. Davidâs eyes were unfocused but he tried to keep them on her. His head like it was floating upside down. Swimming in the negative emotions that were there, and repressed memories that had resurfaced after years of trying to keep them buried.
âHere, honey. Small bites, okay? Think you can do small bites?â The fork was transferred to his hand after she cut up the meat in the box. As David got pulled back to reality, his wife tried to keep him eating and listening. She even went as far as to take over when his fork slipped from his unclenched hand, and feed him small bites of meat and rice. Slowly but surely, David was finally able to make out his wifeâs face and voice clearly. When she noticed the switch, her smile softened as her heart swelled.
âHey, honey. You okay now?â David nodded and went to go eat more food, but noticed that it was all gone. They must have finished their meals while he was zoned out.
âThank you for this. Just a⌠rough case. A really fucking rough case.â He muttered quietly, looking down at his hands. He grabbed hers as well and toyed with the wedding ring he had put there years ago. The little âDLâ on her finger was barely visible with the bands blocking the view.
âNo need to thank me. No matter what it is, Iâll be there for you. And I know that whatever case your on, no matter how hard, youâll solve it. Youâll take on the full weight of the case, not accept practically anyoneâs help, and you wonât come home for days on end because youâll sleep in one of the cells so youâre close in case youâre needed. And then youâll come home once youâve solved it, and weâre going to have a nice dinner where you tell me about how you knew it was the right person all along. Then, weâll go to bed in each others arms. When we wake up the next morning, weâll do the cycle all over again.â David looked into her eyes as she concluded her mini speech. It may not have been the most inspirational and uplifting, but to him, it meant the world. His face cracked into a rare, genuine smile as he leaned in closer to his wife. Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, it quickly turned into a full lip lock as the couple reached up to grab the otherâs face.
âThank you.â Loki whispered as he pulled away. He was a man of few, emotional words, but he always believed that actions spoke louder than words could ever. His lover just patted his cheek and pulled away, starting to stow away the boxes that held their lunches and drinks.
âOf course, honey. Itâs what Iâm here for. Now, do you need anything else before you get back to your case, detective Loki?â She said, teasingly. Her hands were suddenly free from the bags as David walked closer and grabbed her hips.
âMaybe one more kiss?â His question was near silent, just like his partners answer. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she guided his head towards hers. The instant their lips touched again, David felt his body relax, and the tension leave.
Soon, she had to leave, as work called both of them away from each other. While David sat at his desk, his mind wandered. This case was going to be hard on him; that was certain. Child cases were hard on anyone, but he had to keep trying. No one helped him when he was their age. No one came to his rescue except his own self. But if he could help these boys be better than him, that would be a win in his books. Davidâs personal phone buzzed on the table in front of him.
Thereâs going to be meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and veggies for dinner tonight if you come home. Love you <3
It was difficult to curb the smile that threatened to overtake his face. He only allowed a small smile to peak through before returning his face to neutral. Maybe he should go home and sleep in his own bed tonight. It might help to give him a fresh set of eyes. Yeah, that was what he needed. To fall asleep in the arms of his wife, where he was safe.
It was difficult to curb the smile that threatened to overtake his face. He only allowed a small smile to peak through before returning his face to neutral. Maybe he should go home and sleep in his own bed tonight. It might help to give him a fresh set of eyes. Yeah, that was what he needed. To fall asleep in the arms of his wife, where he was safe.
Summary: After a long and hard day, Edwardâs favorite thing is the cuddles on the couch with a movie and a bowl of ice cream.
âHoney! Iâm home!â Edward called, setting his coat on the hanger by the door. He heard shuffling inside the small home, but it warmed his heart to hear it. Soon, a figure came out from the kitchen, wearing an apron and a smile.
âHi baby! How was the meeting?â The woman questioned as she wrapped him in a bear hug. Edward leaned into her embrace and took a moment to inhale the scent of her perfume and shampoo.
âIt went amazing. They really liked the new book and now weâre in the process of printing copies. And I owe that all to you, honey.â Edward leaned back, keeping the woman in his arms, and dropped his head down to capture a kiss from her. His wife pressed her lips against his more, while her arms squeezed him tighter. Unfortunately, the couple had to come up for air at some point, and she took that as her cue to lead her husband into the kitchen.
âWell, tell me all about it. Iâm proud of you, Edward. Really proud.â She once again busied herself around the kitchen, and placed the final touches on dinner.
âWell, my editor finally got my final copy to me last night. He was suppose to have it for me a few days ago, but Iâm just glad I had it before my meeting this afternoon. Anyways, publishers loved the premise, and offered me ten thousand copies immediately which was nice. Weâve still gotta talk more stable numbers but, itâs a start. How was your day, honey?â He shifted in his seat and rested his forearms on the table in front of him.
âHmm, what did I do today? I honestly felt like I havenât done much, to be entirely honest. Got a little bit of laundry done. Which reminds me, your favorite shirt is back in its spot.â Edwardâs smile got instantly wider at the thought that his favorite shirt was back in its spot in their closet.
âUmm⌠what else? Oh, I finally finished my painting. But I canât show you until itâs cured. But yeah, Iâm super excited. Got a couple online orders done, but other than that, itâs been kind of a lazy day.â Finally, she placed a big bowl of pasta in front of Edward. He muttered a quiet thank you, before she bent done to place a kiss on his head. That was one of her favorite things about the man: his hair. It was perfect in every way to her, and she loved to take a deep breath with her nose buried in it. Grabbing her own bowl and a plate of cheesy garlic bread, the Sheffieldâs, husband and wife, tucked in for dinner.
It wasnât too long until they found themselves on the couch after a long chat over dinner. The bowl of vanilla ice cream sat in front of them on the coffee table as they passed the spoon back and forth. She was tucked underneath his arm, and kept trying to burrow deeper into Edwardâs side. The man chuckled softly as his wife tried to move further into his side.
âHoney, if you dig any deeper, weâd be in the same body.â He said humorously.
âThatâs fine by me. Then weâre always together.â She chuckled back, causing the man to laugh even more. He pulled her closer, and dropped a kiss to her forehead. The sweet gesture made her relax fully. Edward leaned forward and stole another bite of the sweet and creamy treat, but quickly refilled the spoon when his lover opened her mouth in acceptance. But when he went to grab another bite of ice cream, he noticed that it was all gone. She pouted next to him but neither one made any effort to get up and get more. Leaning forward, she grabbed the remote and turned on a random movie on some random channel.
The movie didnât matter so much in that moment as the moment did. The tranquility of laying in their loverâs arms after a long day. Silence surrounded them, but it wasnât uncomfortable. The comfort of knowing that their spouse was there was enough to fill the void of talking. A dead weight fell on Edwardâs chest, and a wholesome sight greeted him below. His wife had fallen asleep on him, in the middle of the random movie. This was it. This is what he had always wanted out of his marriage. Someone to love him and support him, and yes, even sometimes falling asleep right before their usual bedtime. Someone for him to pick up and carry to the bedroom after turning the TV off. Someone to gently tuck into bed next to him, and watch with a full heart as she slept peacefully. Someone to fill his head with the most beautiful images to make his dreams, and ink in his novels.
Yes, this was what he always wanted out of life. Of marriage. This was his favorite feeling.
I love Nocturnal Animals. One of Jake's best movies, because he plays two parts. Edward is so adorable in every way. And everything his 2nd character, Tony, goes through...intense.
It's rare to find a fanfic of Edward! I'm so thrilled!
