“Hey!” she cried when he flicked her tongue, but chuckled at his words. “Fine,” she mumbled, giggling a little when he threatened to take away kissing him. “I’d find a way to kiss you,” she teased, kissing his jaw as he picked her up. “And someone’s being a little conceited, I do believe,” she added, still teasing as he set her down at the table. She grinned, watching him leave her there to go get the omelets. How had she managed to not see how things could have been long before this? Although, she didn’t want him to baby her and cook for her all the time. As much as cooking had confused her in high school (and still confused her), she’d managed to learn to take care of herself. But it was only for the day, she guessed. Or for a few hours. Either way, she knew he knew she could take care of herself. She had for how many years.

She took a deep breath when he came back in with the plates, smiling. “Mmm, smells good,” she hummed, though her smile faltered a little as he looked a bit uncomfortable. “‘Kay,” she replied, watching him go towards her room, where the bathroom was connected to. She frowned for a moment, still staring at her doorway even after he’d disappeared through it, then finally looked down at her plate. If something was wrong, he would tell her. She was sure of it. As the smell of the omelet wafted up to her nose again, she heard and felt her stomach rumble loudly. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until then, but her mind had been preoccupied earlier. She took a bite of the omelet, grinning at the taste. Mike was definitely a great cook, that was for sure. He always had been, but she was sure he’d gotten better. She’d begun to take bigger bites by the time he’d come out, covering her mouth as she chewed when he alerted her that he was back.

“I’m just hungry,” she teased, eyes traveling over his body quickly. “Peeing turned into actually getting dressed,” she commented, chuckling as she glanced down at her tank top and underwear. “Guess I should get dressed, then, too,” she thought aloud, taking another bite as he sat down and began eating. “Hmm,” she hummed, thinking about his question for a long moment. “I dunno. We could go to the park and feed the ducks. I haven’t done that in forever, and it looks nice out. Or we could just stay in and watch movies. Or we could play with Lord Tubbington or go for a walk or.. well, maybe not dancing ‘cause of..,” she paused, her eyes traveling to his chest without a word. “Or.. we could to the mall or.. something,” she finally finished, cheeks turning a light shade of pink as her eyes traveled back up to his. “It’s up to you, really,” she added, shrugging her shoulders.

Mike chuckled at the blonde, just like her to want to do a million things all at once. “We can go to the park and feed the ducks, but I think you’ll have to get some new attire. I really don’t want to have to walk around as your human shield to fend you off from the boys and girls that want to kiss all up on you. I think I’d get kicked out of the park for screaming she’s mine about 500 different times.” Mike smirked, grabbing Brittany’s free hand and intertwining their fingers together, choosing to eat his food with his left hand so he could be able to hold her’s. It felt different and he missed his mouth a couple of times but it was worth it if he got to feel her pulse beneath his fingertips. This was real, this was happening. They were together and it was all going to be okay. But it still wasn’t. Someone had followed Mike there and at this moment, were taking pictures of him and Brittany. The person then left the vicinity, a gun tucked away in a holster under their coat.

Soon enough breakfast was finished and Mike had shooed Brittany to her room with a swat to the ass. As he was busy doing the dishes, he couldn’t help but feel as if eyes were on him. The man spun around and almost dropped the plate when he saw Brittany behind him, creeping up to him. “God, Britt. You scared me.” He turned around, finishing up the plate before chasing after the blonde. He went through the kitchen and into the living room, catching her around the waist and putting her down on the couch. “You’re gonna get it now.” He smirked down at her before lowering himself on top of her, his lips finding hers as his finger danced up and down her sides. It was then that he remembered what had happened on his couch back at his house, he really needed to get a new one. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before his tongue swirled inside her mouth, smiling when she moaned. “Still wanna feed the ducks?” He chided to her, pulling back slightly.

(Source: dance-it-all---away, via dance-it-all---away)

She grinned at his pout, then grinned wider at his grin. “Shh,” she hushed him, but then he was hushing her with his lips. Closing her eyes, she smiled into the kiss, the near panic attack she’d had nearly twenty minutes ago gone from her mind. She grinned into his mouth as his tongue traced her lip several times, his fingertips following the path she’d shown him earlier, the path that was okay for him to touch for right now. When his hands found her ass, she couldn’t help but arch into him. As he pulled away, his words made her giggle and turn a light shade of pink. “Shut up,” she murmured playfully, standing on her tip toes to nip his tongue playfully with her teeth, grinning. “And don’t stick your tongue out at me,” she added, though her words were lost in his next kiss. She grinned as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his torso when he sat her on the counter, one arm wrapping around his neck tightly to pull his body closer to hers while she used the fingertips of her free hand to slide up his chest and neck, into his hair. Her fingers entangled in it as she pressed herself tighter against him.

She didn’t understand how she’d missed it for so many years, that Mike liked her. She didn’t understand how she couldn’t have realized it, why she didn’t realize it. It didn’t matter, though, she supposed. Everything happened for a reason and now that Mike was her’s, she’d be damned if she’d let him get away. He was sweet and caring and her best friend, so it wasn’t as if there was really anything she didn’t like. Except for maybe his blanket hogging, but that was cute sometimes. She loved everything about him, from his personality to his looks to the way he kissed her. Even the way he held her when they watched movies, the way he cuddled her. And as tired as she’d been that morning when he’d woken her up, she loved the way he’d done it.

She frowned when he was pulling away, though she didn’t move her arms or legs as she opened her eyes to watch him turn off the stove. “Mike, it’s fine,” she told him, kissing his upper lip. “I promise,” she added, kissing his bottom lip that time. She let go of his hair and moved her arms so that they were resting on her legs, but still wrapped around him. Resting her head on his chest, she pulled him close. “Promise,” she said again, giving him a small, light squeeze as she stared at the omelets for a long moment before she pulled away from him just enough to look up at him. “What if I’m not hungry for omelets?” she teased. It was her turn to stick her tongue out at him, obviously teasing. She knew, though, that a small part of her wasn’t teasing - if she could spend the day lazing about and kissing Mike, she wouldn’t have minded.

Mike let out something that sounded like a low groan when Brittany said she wasn’t hungry for omelets. “Britt… Please don’t tease me or I’m going to have to take a very cold shower, okay?” He flicked at the girl’s tongue with his thumb and index finger, smirking when she shrieked. “Now c’mon, eat your breakfast before I revoke the right to kissing this handsome mug.” Picking the girl up once more, Mike brought her to the kitchen table and sat her down in a chair, kissing the top of her head before going back into the kitchen and putting the food onto plates that he found in a cupboard. He brought the food over to her but then noticed that something was off. “I’ll be right back, kay? I’ve got to pee. Not that you needed to know that or anything.” He smirked before going back to the bedroom and grabbing his bag, picking it up and going into the bathroom. The man had a flesh colored bandage over his wound but it was almost soaked through with blood.

Okay, no more picking up Brittany, at least not for a while. Mike cleaned up the wound, putting pressure on it till it stopped bleeding before he reapplied a new dressing. He soon put on a maroon shirt and a pair of jeans before gelling his hair slightly. After that he put on some cologne before leaving the bathroom, making sure his duffel was zipped up and the gun was still hidden. Wandering back into the kitchen he saw Brittany wolfing down her omelet. “Woah, slow down there, Tiger. It’s not going to disappear.” He grinned, kissing her cheek before sitting down next to her and digging into his own plate of food. “So what do you want to do today? Its all up to you?”

(Source: dance-it-all---away, via dance-it-all---away)

She shook her head, frowning as he began to apologize. “No, don’t,” she started, but he was telling her not to apologize and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning into him slightly as he told her he was supposed to be helping her work things out. “Mike, it’s not your fault either,” she told him firmly, opening her eyes again to look straight into his brown ones. “You shouldn’t have to apologize - that’s normal for a couple, it’s not your fault I’m all…,” she paused, biting down on her tongue. She didn’t want to say screwed up, but how else was she supposed to say it? “It’s not your fault I’m messed up,” she finally stated, glancing away from his eyes. She frowned when he said he’d keep his hands by his sides and looked back up at him. “You don’t have to do that,” she mumbled, grabbing his hands and place them on her hips. “This is okay,” she told him, moving his hands everywhere that she knew she wouldn’t freak out about, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she moved them from her hips, up her sides, to her legs, her back, and even her butt.

“It wasn’t that you were going to far,” she whispered, keeping hold of his hands as she set her own in her lap. She interlocked their fingers, eyes trained on them. “I just.. I started to do stuff.. on instinct,” she began, taking a deep breath. “And I don’t want it to be like that. I don’t want to just block everything out and go on instinct. I want to feel it all,” she explained, repeating her words from the night before. “That’s why I stopped,” she finished, finally looking up at him. “It’s okay, promise,” she added as he got up. At first, she thought he was going to leave and she almost pouted. But then he was lifting her up out of bed, too. If it hurt, he showed no signs, and the blonde felt bad for allowing him to carry her even though she knew he was hurt. She couldn’t help it, though, as she naturally wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking around his neck.

She let go when he sat her on a chair, picking her legs up to cross them Indian Style on the chair, her hands wrapping around her ankles to keep her legs up. “Omelets are good,” she agreed, watching him with a small smile. Despite him making breakfast because he was saying sorry, she couldn’t deny that she liked watching him work around the kitchen. “Stop, it’s fine,” she told him, resting one elbow on the island in the middle of the kitchen to rest her chin in her palm. She’d just begun to close her eyes when she heard him curse. She opened her eyes again, eyebrows furrowed as she saw what looked like blood. She hopped off the chair as he stuck his finger under water, worry apparent on her features. “Are you okay?” she asked, ignoring him when he told her to let him do it. She managed to snake in between him and the sink so that both of them could look at it. “Wash it out, I’ll go get a band aid,” she told him, ducking under his arm to run to the bathroom, then back, a hello kitty bandaid in her hands.

“Sorry,” she muttered, blushing slightly. “They’re the only ones I have,” she added, watching as he rinsed his finger off before she grabbed a paper towel and carefully dried his finger before putting the band aid on. “Shh, it’s fine,” she added, before he could even apologize again as she lifted his bandaged finger to her lips to give it a quick peck, grinning. “All better,” she teased.

Mike rose his eyebrow when Brittany came back with a ‘Hello Kitty’ band-aid. “Bee…” He pouted with her for several moments before holding up his finger. He let her bandage it and then chuckled when she kissed his finger. Thinking back on what Brittany had done in the bedroom, how she had told him what was okay and well, shown him, Mike got an idea. He ducked his head, kissing the girl softly, not deepening it but teasing her with subtle licks to her lower lip. The man brought his hands in the same pattern that she had before, his fingertips dancing in all the same places that they had before until he landed on her ass. He felt Brittany arch into him and he smirked, pulling back from her. “Good thing this isn’t a no no square.” He stuck his tongue out at her before closing his eyes and kissing her once more. The man picked up the blonde and put her on top of the counter, grinning against her mouth when her legs wrapped around his torso.

There was definitely going to be a lot of kissing involved with this relationship. Not only was it because they had a lot time to make up for but Mike just couldn’t get enough of Brittany. The way she tasted, smelled, sounded. Everything about her was just so intoxicating and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get over it. Her hand wound into his hair, he loved how she did that. Most girls that he had kissed would just put their arms around his neck and kiss him, but not Brittany. Brittany liked having her hands in his hair, on his chest, touching his kneecap. It was so cute and he couldn’t believe that she was his. I mean, she’d only been his for a day now but she was his. And he’d be damned if he let her go. Mike knew that he’d have to go back to New York once he healed fully, going back to his spy life but… There had to be a way to have Brittany come with him. He wasn’t about to say goodbye, not again. Mike pulled back, a smile on his face. Leaving Brittany on the counter, he looked at the omelets and made sure they weren’t burning before turning the burner off. “But really, Bee. I’m sorry for freaking you out earlier.”

(Source: dance-it-all---away, via dance-it-all---away)

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She pushed the bubbling panic away, reminding herself that it was Mike, he would stop when she told him to. It didn’t stop the panic from going straight to her tearducts, though. She felt the sting of tears as she was pulling away, far enough away so that they weren’t kissing, but their lips were still touching. “Mike.” She had hoped her voice would have been steadier, but his name came out more like a strangled whimper as she panted against his lips, half trying to catch her breath, half trying to calm herself and the panic that threatened to take over. “Wait,” she managed to say, resting her forehead against his. She sat up, pulling him up with her gently before she kissed his lips softly, tenderly, as if to let him know that he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

The blonde pulled away again, still gasping for air, though it was merely to take deep breaths now, to calm herself. She didn’t dare open her eyes, as much as she wanted to. She didn’t want to see the look on Mike’s face. Would it be one of disappointment? Or worry? She shook her head, her forehead rubbing against Mike’s, though it was merely to clear her head, to stop the thoughts that berated her mind. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, opening her eyes. She looked down, unable to meet his gaze as she blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears. “I..,” she tried to say something, but the lump in her throat was too large. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

Mike’s eyes widened in slight panic when Brittany pulled back from him. Had he done something wrong? He obviously had otherwise she wouldn’t look like she was about ready to have a panic attack. His eyes then closed, mentally berating himself. Things had gotten too heated too quickly. Brittany must have started closing him out, the thought made Mike shudder. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let things escalate like that.” He shouldn’t have been so stupid. This wasn’t like those times with Quinn, this was different. This was supposed to be gentle. God, why did he have to be such a fucking douchebag? Meanwhile Brittany began to apologize profusely. Mike shook his head against hers, due to their foreheads touching before he pulled away in order to press his lips to her forehead. “No… Don’t be sorry. This was my fault. I’m here to help you, to help work those things out. I won’t let myself get out of control again. My hands are going to stay by my sides and I won’t do anything but light kissing. I’m so sorry, Bee.”

The man got out bed, picking Brittany up with him and expertly hiding the wince as his wound stretched with the added weight. Soon enough he brought the girl into the kitchen and set her down on a chair. He went over to the fridge and began to bring items out. “You like omelets right? I’m gonna make us some. I know its not that good of an apology but.. I really am sorry.” Mike pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to not mentally berate himself for what he had done. He then cracked 8 eggs and began to whip them up into a bowl, throwing a little black pepper in there to add some flavor. After that was done, he poured some of the mixture into the frying pan. Mike then set up on chopping up onions, peppers, mushrooms, and chives. Unfortunately he was so far stuck in his head that he didn’t realize that he had sliced open his finger with the knife. “Dammit.” Mike walked over to the sink and held his hand under the water, rinsing the blood off. He saw Brittany rush over to him and sighed. “Bee, no. Let me do it… I feel bad as is.”

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(Source: jessramblings, via coverstreetss)

Mike smirked against Brittany’s lips, knowing that he’d cut her off mid-sentence but that the girl didn’t really seem to mind. Her hands gripped at his sides and Mike allowed her tongue into his mouth after she nipped at his bottom lip. That was seriously going to be a problem. Not a bad problem but more along the lines of one that would drive him wild and he wouldn’t know if he’d be able to control himself from wanting to take things to a different level of intimacy. They had just started dating and despite how many times they’d already kissed, how long they’d known each other, how close they were; Mike still wasn’t going to round too many bases until he was sure that it was the right time. He wanted his first time with Brittany to be special not lust-filled and… Well, like how it had been with Quinn.

When he had had sex with Quinn, things were hot and heavy. Not that he wouldn’t eventually want that with Brittany, but for their first time, he wanted slow and delicate. He wanted to show her that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He wasn’t going to be like Jarron. Speaking of the bastard, Mike had found him. The man had been arrested multiple times for assault on females but his lawyer had gotten him out of harms way every time. Unfortunately for the poor bastard, he had yet to meet Mike and when he did, he wouldn’t be so lucky. The twenty-five year old male had a bullet in one of his guns and it had Jarron’s name on it. And no, Mike wasn’t going to play nice. He wanted the bastard dead. Not only for what he did to Brittany, but for what he probably did to other girls. Now if he could catch him in the act, that’d be perfect.

Mike’s focus was soon brought back to Brittany who he had been kissing during that whole inner turmoil. He realized that he might have gotten a little carried away while he had been busy thinking. A hand had slid down Brittany’s torso and was actually grabbing her ass, squeezing it softly as his tongue dueled with hers. They were pressed skin to skin, her right leg wrapped around his back. Well then, so much for not letting things get too heated. Oh well, they were in the beginning stages of a relationship and they hadyearsof catching up to do. Making out wouldn’t kill anyone.

Mike soon found himself flipped over, Brittany on top of him as she bit at his lower lip once more. The man groaned, grabbing Brittany’s ass again and squeezing it before he detached his lips from hers and kissed down to her neck and sucked harshly on her pulse point before biting down and then licking the spot to soothe it. “We can stop if you want me to. I don’t wanna push you into anything. We can have breakfast.” Of course, Mike had been sure to stay away from Brittany’s breasts or anything below the belt on the front side, but he wanted to make sure she was okay. So he panted the words into the skin of her collarbone before licking his way up her neck to her mouth and delving his tongue between her lips.

Last night had been great; outstanding, even. Mike had finally gotten up the courage to ask Brittany to be his girlfriend. And to his shock and relief, she had said yes. Brittany had put in another movie, Kung-Fu Panda or something of the sort. It’s not like Mike was really paying attention. Brittany sat next to him, his arm wrapped around her as he paid more attention to the skin on her neck, temple, and ear rather than the movie that was playing in front of him. In all honesty, if you had told him a month ago that he would be in this position right now, he probably would have laughed and then gotten really depressed. He just couldn’t believe it. Brittany was his. Mike watched as Brittany dozed off and he smiled at her, kissing the top of her head. The man made his way around the house, checking all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. Once that was done, Mike picked Brittany off the couch, ignoring the pain that shot through his chest before bringing her to her room. The blonde woke up at the change of scenery and lazily changed while Mike went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once Mike came out he was only dressed in his Calvin Klein boxers.

Brown eyes raked over Brittany’s frame, taking note of the fact that she was only in a tank-top and her underwear. It wasn’t like it was a big deal, they had had slumber parties and stuff before where Mike would only where his boxers and Brittany and Santana would wear tank tops and boy shorts. He walked over to the bed and plopped down under the sheets once he pulled them back. He got closer to Brittany who was already close to going back to sleep, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Their legs entangled due to Brittany, sleepy Brittany that is, having a mind of her own. He kissed her temple before intertwining their fingers and letting his breathing even out. Soon enough they were both asleep and enjoying their first night of no nightmares. That’s how it’d be for a while but all good things must come to an end right? Eventually sunlight strayed into the room and Mike’s eyes popped open. With a stretch and a yawn, the man fully woke up. Looking down at a very much asleep Brittany, he chuckled. Soon enough though, she began to stir before pulling the blanket over her head. Mike counted to fifty before he pulled the blanket down.

“Britty Bee. It’s time to wake up hun.” He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead and after that her temple. He let out another chuckle when she pushed his face away, asking for customary time of five more minutes. The man let himself roll over so he was hovering on top of Brittany, his hands on either side of her head as he kept himself held up. It was almost as if he was in a push-up position. Mike looked down at Brittany and grinned at her. “If you don’t wake up the tickle monster will get you and I’m sure he knows all of your spots.” He grinned at her, beginning to press kisses to her jaw, then trailing them down till they reached her neck. Chocolate brown eyes closed once he tasted Brittany’s skin as he sucked on her pulse point, effectively getting a moan of approval out of Brittany. He licked softly at the girl’s pulse point before biting it softly. Mike then moved up so his lips were hovering over Brittany’s. “C’mon babe, you don’t want the tickle monster to get you. I hear he gets pretty scary in the morning.” Mike grinned evilly as he looked down at Brittany, his eyes flicking to her lips before back up to her pretty blue eyes. “You know, I will never understand how you look so gorgeous when you wake up. Guess it’s just a gift from God.” A smile spread across his features as he zeroed on her mouth, bringing his head down to capture her lips God, he really could never get tired of kissing this girl.

(Source: minniebang, via abgron)

(Source: minniebang)