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After leaving the little Italian place they’d had lunch in, Michael led Anya to a nearby park, holding her hand as they walked. The place was silent and nearly deserted, with the occasional teenager couple sitting on a bench making out into oblivion. Anya was watching one of those couples, thinking she’d kind of like to be in the situation, when Michael pulled her between some bushes outside the dirt road.

“Where are we going?” She asked, slightly amused.

“You’ll see.” He said with a smirk and didn’t say anything more until they reached a pond.

It was a small amount of water that fed directly from the river and, as Anya could see, vegetation shielded it from the rest of the park. Someone who didn’t know it was there would never know where it was.

“My brother brought me here when we were little.” Michael explained, leading Anya to a bench. “Now I come often to think. It’s really relaxing and helps me clear my head.”

“Look! There’s ducks!” Anya giggled at the sudden intrusion of a family of ducks. “Aw! Look at those little ones!”

“They won’t let their mama go too far. We should have brought bread or something…” Michael smiled. “Well, now you know my secret hiding place.” Michael shared, squeezing Anya’s hand.

“I can tell why you like it.” She said, watching the ducks walk away.

“I love the scenery here.” Michael said staring at her.

“But you ain’t exactly watching the scenery, are you?” Anya spoke without looking at him. There was a moment of silence where Anya could feel Michael scooting an inch closer.

“You’re dangerous, you know?” He said still staring. “Getting my job done it’s always harder when I think about you.”

“Then stop thinking about me!” Anya said with a nervous smirk, biting her lower lip and looking at him.

Michael smiled. “Whatever you say, snowflake.”

He leaned in closer, but waited for Anya to close the space between them. After she did, Michael’s free hand flew to her face and stroked her cheek softly while the kiss deepened. His head took an angle to accommodate as his tongue ventured to massage hers. Her response was a gentle tug at the hair that fell on his neck.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about you.” Michael breathed out.

Anya decided she kind of liked that.


There were a few hours left before both of them had to go to work, and Michael took Anya to his condo. It was simple, not too small, not too big. It didn’t look like a bachelor’s apartment either, which made Anya relax, for some reason.

“Want anything?” Michael asked from the kitchenette while Anya took a seat on the living room.

“Coke, if you have…”

A minute later Michael was sitting by her side, two glasses of coke placed on the coffee table in front of them.

“What do you wanna do?” Michael asked, even if he had some ideas of his own.

“I don’t know, you’re the boss.” Anya said jokingly.

“Not until 6.” He pointed out, leaning his side on the back of the couch.

“Oh, does that mean you’ll be taking orders from me till then?” Anya smirked. “What about a foot massage?”

“Funny, snowflake.” Michael retorted with a smirk of his own. Anya pretended to be in deep thought for a few seconds in which Michael leaned in a little closer.

“How about a kiss then?” She finally said, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

“I think I can manage.”

Again, his hand was automatically cupping her face and his thumb stroked her cheek in a rhythmic pattern that was soon followed by his tongue. Anya could feel herself aching with desire of touching him all over, but her hands kept nervously tangling the hair on his nape. Her body was responding though, inching closer to him until her arms fully wrapped around his neck. Michael growled on the back of his throat and began lying her on the couch slowly, feeling he’d freak her out if he moved any faster. His mouth fell to her neck and his hand to her waist, digging his fingers on her hipbones. Anya tugged his hair drawing in a breath as his teeth found her earlobe and nibbled slowly.

Michael leaned on his elbow and looked down at Anya, looking for reassurance in her eyes. Her blown pupils and ragged breath were enough and Michael went back to kiss her, this time deeper, harder, pressing her against the couch. Her hands finally ventured under his shirt and she ran her nails on the soft skin of his back.

“Anya…” He said breathlessly, resting his forehead on hers, and his hand placed on her ribs, right under her breast. Anya whimpered with need and pulled him back down to resume the making out.

Pressing his hips against hers, Michael slid his hand up, cupping her breast and slowly rubbing her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. Anya let out a strangled sound that only fueled Michael’s greediness, who was more than ready to hook her strapless dress and pull it down, dying to taste her skin.

“Goddammit!” Michael suddenly cursed, burying his head on Anya’s shoulder. Anya looked at him startled and then realized.

“Y-our- your phone…” She breathed out, feeling the device vibrate against her thigh.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered, kissing her briefly before standing up and answer. “Gerard?” He said on the phone clearly annoyed. Anya sat up on the couch, taking deep breaths and cursing the inopportune call. “Yes… I’m fine…” Long silence. “Does it have to be now? … for fuck’s sake… YES!” Michael started to pace and Anya fixed her hair and straightened her dress. “Can’t it-? Geez…” He sighed. “Fine… Fine! See you there.” Michael clicked the phone closed and looked at Anya. “I’m sorry. That was my brother. I- I have to go.” He sat and looked at her sadly.

“Like, now?”

“Yeah. Fuck… I’m sorry, snowflake.” Michael placed his forehead on her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. “But we will finish this.” He breathed out, sending a jolt down Anya’s back.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Michael gave her a smirk and a small kiss. “I have to change; I’ll drop you off your apartment on my way to meet Gerard.”

Left on the living room completely flushed made Anya give an eye roll to herself. It was a good thing that she still had a few hours free before work, cause she seriously needed a cold shower.