Right On The Money Honey - Michael Hardy

NINE

"Liz..." Michael whispers, his hand tracing her nude figure while she's asleep on her side in the middle of their bed. "Elizabeth..." She stirs, her long legs stretching beneath the crisp white sheets. His lips press against the splotches of ink on her back starting at the sparrow on her shoulder blade. Goosebumps appear on her skin.

"Mm- what?" Her sleep saturated voice slurs out, her eyes still closed.

"Wake up."

Liz whines, slowly turning on her back. Michael's lips relocate to the big floral rib piece that goes from her breast to her hip. She laughs under her breath, her eyes fluttering open. "What're you up to?"

He leans up and kisses her neck, moving down her chest. She moans softly when he moves to her breasts. Liz threads her fingers through his soft, silky strands of dark hair, her back arching as he moves further down her body. The way he's pressing his lips and running his hands over her flushed skin is driving her crazy.

"Get up here." She breathes, tugging on his hands. She's met with a filthy smirk matched with cute, innocent dimples on boyishly flushed cheeks. She reaches over to her nightstand for a condom and flicks it to him, her face splitting into a matching smirk.

He lifts her legs over his hips as he starts pounding into her. Her hands go to the back of his neck and shoulders, her jaw going slack. She laughs as he flips them, his hands gripping her curvy hips. "You look amazing." He mutters, gazing up at her. Her head falls back, her dark hair sticking to her now sweaty back. "Fuck, I love you." He grunts, thrusting his hips hard towards her.

Liz gasps and breathes out something about going harder and faster, pleading, and boy does Michael deliver.

He gets her front pinned to the bed, his hips going the way she's begging for and she cries out, her jaw dropping open. He grabs a fistful of her hair and tugs on it, making her moan outright and her back arch in a way it hasn't before. "Shit, that feels so fuckin good."

He mutters filthy words against her neck and her eyes roll back. She wasn't expecting this side of him, this dirty side.

It's always the quiet ones that are the dirtiest.

Liz reaches back and grabs his hand, pulling him down flush against her back. He snags his hand from her grasp and wraps it around her throat as she smirks, biting her lip. She gasps and moans as she comes, her body collapsing against the bed. Michael follows promptly, shuttering as he releases into the condom still buried deep inside his girlfriend.

"That was hot." Liz breathes, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "Fuck."

Michael smiles shyly, a blush highlighting his already flushed face. He leans over and kisses her softly- a total contradiction to the way they just fucked. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you, too."

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"Yeah, I been thinkin' a lot 'bout goin' all-in on what we got. I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot with a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl, I wanna call up your dad, spend all of my coffee can cash and ask you, "What's it gon' be?" Puttin' one knee on the floor 'cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore..."

Michael looks through the glass if the recording booth at Morgan who has a knowing smirk on his face.

"You're totally head over heels for this girl." Morgan says when Michael hangs up the headphones. "Next thing you know, you're savin' up for a rock!" He teases with his nose scrunched up.

Michael looks at him then suddenly grabs a nearby napkin to scribble it down with a blue sharpie. He hums a melody then picks up a guitar.

"Sounds like things are gettin' serious with Lizzie, huh?"