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Ch.8: I Just Need a Little Of Your Time
Cause my defenses are weak, I have no breath left to speak, so take the evidence and bury it somewhere.
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Frank didn’t have time to speak as Anya walked across him, out of the dressing room and into the catwalk. It was her turn on stage and despite repeating herself that she shouldn’t worry about Michael, the tight knot of anticipation in her stomach didn’t seem to disappear. It lasted a few moments longer, though, cause the second she stepped on the platform, her eyes wandered over just to fall in Michael’s empty spot at the bar and a lump of disappointment replaced the knot.
Anya came off the stage fisting her hands, thinking it was enough of waiting for Michael to come back, if he hadn’t bothered in giving signs of life in five days, why should she worrying about him? She was tired of waiting, tired of jumping every time her phone rang, tired of wanting him to be there every night and tired of being let down every time. Deciding in her head how much longer she was willing to play this game, she made way back to the dressing room.
Angie looked at Anya’s blank expression, “Well?”
“Nope.” It was all Anya needed to say. Angie gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and went back to finishing her make-up.
She was so out of it, Anya didn’t notice when it was about time to leave until Angie nudged her from across the room. Anya stepped down the platform and made way to the dressing room, but before she could go in to get changed, Frank caught up with her.
“Icicle, you’re being requested at the VIP room.” He informed her.
“But, Frank, I’m out in 10 minutes.” Anya said and Frank looked at her.
“After you go on the VIP you can leave.” He explained. “Someone will take you home after that, so it won’t be necessary for Honeybee to wait for you.”
Seeing she had no way out of it, Anya entered the dressing room and changed her outfit after informing Angie of the sudden request and that she could leave without her. Anya was kind of nervous, she had never been asked to go to the VIP and the only time she had been there it was the first time she and Michael kissed, which was something she didn’t wanna recall at the moment, as it made her stomach feel full of lead.
Anya took a deep breath before letting Frankie guide her inside the VIP room and close the door behind her. Great was her surprise at finding the room empty, except for Michael.
“Anya!” He smiled widely and took two long strides, ready to hold her and kiss her. But Anya stepped back and moved her face away from him. Michael’s smiled faded. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” She said raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms on her chest, making Michael take a step back. “Five days…” Anya started, not really knowing what to say, everything she wanted to let out was jumbling on her throat. “After Saturday-- I thought-- and then you--” She leaned on the door and allowed herself to breathe. She wasn’t making any sense…
Michael sighed. “I’m sorry about that.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better.” She retorted with a dry chuckle.
“I guess not.” Michael turned around and scratched the back of his head, then took his jacket off and threw it on one of the couches. Anya took that moment to look at him and her first impression was that he looked tired, his hair wasn’t neatly brushed back as usual and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “Anya, what I told you last time--” He started, looking at her. “It is harder for me to get my job done when I think about you. You’re making me soft.” He chuckled. “I needed to be focused on what I was doing, so I thought it was better if I kept no contact at all. It wasn’t easy, though… I missed you.”
Anya nodded skeptically. “Right…”
“I know it’s--”
“Fishy?” She interrupted him. “For all I know you could have a wife in Florida and you spent the week over there!” Anya tightened her arms around her shoulders, feeling quite uncomfortable of being nearly naked. “I just-- If I distract you so much--” Again, she was making no sense at all. Not even in her head. “What is it that you do anyway that you can’t even call yo--” She stopped before finishing the sentence. After all, she wasn’t his girlfriend yet.
“Snowflake…” Michael stepped closer, raising his hands to touch her, though he didn’t. “The less you know, the safer you are. But, trust me, I don’t have a wife in Florida, or anywhere else for that matter. I had to go out of the state. To Chicago, actually… I was supposed to come back earlier, but things got a little complicated.” His hands lowered slowly on her shoulders, making Anya look up to him. Michael looked worse up close; he was pale, which accentuated the faint shadow of purple under his eyes. “I really missed you, Anya, and it was really hard for me not to pick up the goddamn phone or even a flight back.” He pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess I understand why you’re so mad…”
“You need to shave.” Anya said out of the blue. Michael smiled.
“I haven’t been home in five days. I was lucky I had a toothbrush.”
“You still haven’t been to your apartment?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
He shook his head. “No… I got back about an hour ago and came straight here.”
“Why?” Out of the million reasons Anya could think for this, only one made her heart jump, but it was also the less likely, at least for her. Michael smiled widely now, stroking her cheek with his thumb… only then she noticed how close he really was, though she wasn’t about to complain.
“Isn’t that obvious? I wanted to see you…” Both of his hands were cupping her face now and her arms had fallen limp on her sides.
“Really?” She whispered, unable to keep the longing out of her voice, the will to believe what Michael was saying.
“Yeah, really.” He breathed out, closing the space between them to kiss her softly. Anya closed her eyes and kissed him back, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Michael pulled away. “Come with me?” He said, forehead against hers.
Anya groaned. “I have class tomorrow.”
“Fuck…” Michael said with a soft giggle and stepped back, looking at her. “I guess I should take you home then. It’s already past your bed time.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “I think I can manage for a little longer.” Anya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Michael circled her waist and lifted her up the ground by an inch, walking backwards until he hit the couch and fell on it with her on top, making her straddle his legs. “I thought you--” She hugged him and placed her head on his shoulder.
“What?” Michael started playing with her hair.
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” Anya confessed in a little voice. “I thought you regretted what happened in your apartment the other day and that you didn’t wanna see me…”
“Snowflake!” He made her look at him.
“Well, what did you want me to think?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry…” He gave her a small peck on the lips. “And I will make it up to you. After all, I am a guy who keeps his promises.” He added with a smirk. Anya smiled.
“So, how much did you actually miss me? Cause I did, quite a lot, despite being all mad at you.” She said, playing with the top button of his shirt.
“Trust me, if it weren’t cause I know we could be interrupted any second, I’d show you here and now how much I missed you.” His arms settled comfortably on her hips as hers were still around his neck. “How much I wanna be with you.” He added.
“You can do both tomorrow, then.” Anya said before kissing him again. Michael allowed the kiss to continue for a few minutes, for he knew they were bound to get caught.
“I should take you home. We’ll have time tomorrow.” He said, nudging her up. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
Anya stood up and headed for the door. “Okay.” She licked her lips, feeling the soreness on them, as well as on the skin around. “You do need to shave though…”
Anya came off the stage fisting her hands, thinking it was enough of waiting for Michael to come back, if he hadn’t bothered in giving signs of life in five days, why should she worrying about him? She was tired of waiting, tired of jumping every time her phone rang, tired of wanting him to be there every night and tired of being let down every time. Deciding in her head how much longer she was willing to play this game, she made way back to the dressing room.
Angie looked at Anya’s blank expression, “Well?”
“Nope.” It was all Anya needed to say. Angie gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and went back to finishing her make-up.
She was so out of it, Anya didn’t notice when it was about time to leave until Angie nudged her from across the room. Anya stepped down the platform and made way to the dressing room, but before she could go in to get changed, Frank caught up with her.
“Icicle, you’re being requested at the VIP room.” He informed her.
“But, Frank, I’m out in 10 minutes.” Anya said and Frank looked at her.
“After you go on the VIP you can leave.” He explained. “Someone will take you home after that, so it won’t be necessary for Honeybee to wait for you.”
Seeing she had no way out of it, Anya entered the dressing room and changed her outfit after informing Angie of the sudden request and that she could leave without her. Anya was kind of nervous, she had never been asked to go to the VIP and the only time she had been there it was the first time she and Michael kissed, which was something she didn’t wanna recall at the moment, as it made her stomach feel full of lead.
Anya took a deep breath before letting Frankie guide her inside the VIP room and close the door behind her. Great was her surprise at finding the room empty, except for Michael.
“Anya!” He smiled widely and took two long strides, ready to hold her and kiss her. But Anya stepped back and moved her face away from him. Michael’s smiled faded. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” She said raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms on her chest, making Michael take a step back. “Five days…” Anya started, not really knowing what to say, everything she wanted to let out was jumbling on her throat. “After Saturday-- I thought-- and then you--” She leaned on the door and allowed herself to breathe. She wasn’t making any sense…
Michael sighed. “I’m sorry about that.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better.” She retorted with a dry chuckle.
“I guess not.” Michael turned around and scratched the back of his head, then took his jacket off and threw it on one of the couches. Anya took that moment to look at him and her first impression was that he looked tired, his hair wasn’t neatly brushed back as usual and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “Anya, what I told you last time--” He started, looking at her. “It is harder for me to get my job done when I think about you. You’re making me soft.” He chuckled. “I needed to be focused on what I was doing, so I thought it was better if I kept no contact at all. It wasn’t easy, though… I missed you.”
Anya nodded skeptically. “Right…”
“I know it’s--”
“Fishy?” She interrupted him. “For all I know you could have a wife in Florida and you spent the week over there!” Anya tightened her arms around her shoulders, feeling quite uncomfortable of being nearly naked. “I just-- If I distract you so much--” Again, she was making no sense at all. Not even in her head. “What is it that you do anyway that you can’t even call yo--” She stopped before finishing the sentence. After all, she wasn’t his girlfriend yet.
“Snowflake…” Michael stepped closer, raising his hands to touch her, though he didn’t. “The less you know, the safer you are. But, trust me, I don’t have a wife in Florida, or anywhere else for that matter. I had to go out of the state. To Chicago, actually… I was supposed to come back earlier, but things got a little complicated.” His hands lowered slowly on her shoulders, making Anya look up to him. Michael looked worse up close; he was pale, which accentuated the faint shadow of purple under his eyes. “I really missed you, Anya, and it was really hard for me not to pick up the goddamn phone or even a flight back.” He pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess I understand why you’re so mad…”
“You need to shave.” Anya said out of the blue. Michael smiled.
“I haven’t been home in five days. I was lucky I had a toothbrush.”
“You still haven’t been to your apartment?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
He shook his head. “No… I got back about an hour ago and came straight here.”
“Why?” Out of the million reasons Anya could think for this, only one made her heart jump, but it was also the less likely, at least for her. Michael smiled widely now, stroking her cheek with his thumb… only then she noticed how close he really was, though she wasn’t about to complain.
“Isn’t that obvious? I wanted to see you…” Both of his hands were cupping her face now and her arms had fallen limp on her sides.
“Really?” She whispered, unable to keep the longing out of her voice, the will to believe what Michael was saying.
“Yeah, really.” He breathed out, closing the space between them to kiss her softly. Anya closed her eyes and kissed him back, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Michael pulled away. “Come with me?” He said, forehead against hers.
Anya groaned. “I have class tomorrow.”
“Fuck…” Michael said with a soft giggle and stepped back, looking at her. “I guess I should take you home then. It’s already past your bed time.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “I think I can manage for a little longer.” Anya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Michael circled her waist and lifted her up the ground by an inch, walking backwards until he hit the couch and fell on it with her on top, making her straddle his legs. “I thought you--” She hugged him and placed her head on his shoulder.
“What?” Michael started playing with her hair.
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” Anya confessed in a little voice. “I thought you regretted what happened in your apartment the other day and that you didn’t wanna see me…”
“Snowflake!” He made her look at him.
“Well, what did you want me to think?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry…” He gave her a small peck on the lips. “And I will make it up to you. After all, I am a guy who keeps his promises.” He added with a smirk. Anya smiled.
“So, how much did you actually miss me? Cause I did, quite a lot, despite being all mad at you.” She said, playing with the top button of his shirt.
“Trust me, if it weren’t cause I know we could be interrupted any second, I’d show you here and now how much I missed you.” His arms settled comfortably on her hips as hers were still around his neck. “How much I wanna be with you.” He added.
“You can do both tomorrow, then.” Anya said before kissing him again. Michael allowed the kiss to continue for a few minutes, for he knew they were bound to get caught.
“I should take you home. We’ll have time tomorrow.” He said, nudging her up. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
Anya stood up and headed for the door. “Okay.” She licked her lips, feeling the soreness on them, as well as on the skin around. “You do need to shave though…”
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