wishing wells - michael gray

eight

"What's wrong with you?" Isiah chuckled as he passed Elsie his flask of whiskey.

She threw her head back and took a long swig. "Michael. He kept my date from seeing me."

"I tried telling you, El," Isiah said, giving her a comforting rub on the back. His attention was diverted when a girl walked up to him.

"I was told on the train there'd be Tokyo," she said, batting her eyes at him. Elsie rolled her eyes, but was distracted when Michael pulled her away.

"Oh piss off," she said, yanking her arm away from him.

"Can we just talk?" Michael pleaded, taking the flask from her and handing it back to Isiah. She rolled her eyes again as Michael led her down the hall into a room.

"What do you want, Henry?" she said with an exasperating sigh.

"I'm sorry for stopping him from coming. I got the order from Tommy and had to follow through. But I wasn't lying, Elsie. You deserve better than that wop."

Elsie looked at him and sighed. "I guess you're right, considering he's had so many different last names. C'mon let's drink then."

* * *

Michael and Elsie sat on the sofa, both taking turns drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

"You're drunk, give me the bottle," Michael laughed, trying to grab it out of her hands.

"No, fuck off," Elsie giggled leaning away from him and clutching onto her prized possesion.

"Elsie, you've had enough. Give me that." Michael leaned forward again, pinning her underneath him.

Elsie giggled and held it just out of his reach, staring into his blue orbs. "Nope. We haven't finished it yet."

Michael rolled his eyes, attempting to grab it again. Elsie teased him by putting it forwards like she was going to give it to him, only to pull it away when he tried again.

"Elsie," he tutted, pinning one of her wrists down. Michael looked at her face and the way her smile made his heart warm. He'd be lying if he never thought about having her when they were teenagers, but he knew that they weren't kids anymore.

Elsie giggled as she dangled the bottle in front of his face again, and then quickly pulled back. Only this time, Michael pinned her spare wrist to the sofa. She bit her lip as he was now fully over her, his body pushing her into the sofa. Their noses were touching and Michael's chest was breathing heavily. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips and he leaned forward, only for her to pull back slightly.

"Michael," she murmured, still looking up at him. The position of her body and the amount of alcohol in her system made her seriously question her morals right now.

Michael grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, before using his other thumb to trace her lips. Elsie opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out. His eyes looked darker now and Elsie was drawn into them. Before she could think of any words, Michael's thumb slipped into her mouth. Without realizing what she was doing, she sucked on it, further arousing the heat in Michael's pants.

Michael leaned down, his lips so close to hers that she could feel his breath and smell the whiskey. His lips were grazing hers as he pulled his thumb out and rubbed it on her lips. Elsie panted and then leaned forward, closing the gap in between their lips.

Michael deepened the kiss, fixing his position so that her legs could wrap around him. He attempted to put his tongue in her mouth and smiled when she didn't allow it. The idea that she had never been kissed this way turned him on even more, as he had never been with someone who was untouched. He slowly rolled his hips into her core, causing a moan to roll out of her mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Elsie attempted to move her arms, but Michael was stronger than her and kept his grip tight around her wrists.

Her lips were left with a dull ache when Michael pulled his lips away, before swiftly moving them to her neck. He began to suck and nibble, causing sweet moans to roll out of her mouth, much to Michael's pleasure. He released her wrists and lifted her slightly to unzip her dress, before exposing the top half of her body. He grinned as he unclasped her bra, before peppering kisses along her collarbone. Elsie's head fell back as she intertwined her fingers in his hair while he began to suck on her nipples.

Suddenly, Michael sat up. She looked at him and attempted to kiss him again, only for him to hold her shoulders back.

"Elsie, you're a virgin," he whispered hoarsely.

"And?" she laughed, trying to pull him back towards her.

"And you're drunk," he added, caressing her face gently. "I won't take you like this."

Elsie sat back up, covering her chest with her hands. Michael kissed her forehead gently, before helping her redress. For a moment they sat in silence, as Michael finished the remaining whiskey, ashamed of his actions.

"I should, uh, go get some more whiskey," Elsie said, standing up. "I'll be back."

"El," Michael said, grabbing her hand. "You're still my best mate?"

Elsie smiled at him. "Always, Henry."

* * *

"There you are! I was gettin' worried," Isiah said when he found Elsie clutching an unopened bottle of whiskey in the hallway.

"Oh, hey. I figured you'd already be with a girl," Elsie teased.

Isiah eyed her suspiciously. "Well you look like you've found a man. What the fuck happened to your neck?"

Elsie gasped and hid her neck as Isiah tried prying her fingers off of it to get a better look. "Nothing, fuck off Isiah."

Isiah threw his head back in laughter as she stared at it in the mirror. Surely enough, Michael had marked her. Several times.

"Fuck, I should get this whiskey back to Michael. He, erm, asked me to bring it to him."

Isiah could barely contain his laughter as she walked away from him.

"Don't let Michael see those," he called out after her. "He'll probably light the poor bloke on fire."

Elsie laughed and took another turn down the hallway to the room Michael was in. She opened it, smiling proudly at her bottle of alcohol. Her smile faded when she locked eyes with a girl, who was underneath Michael on top of a desk.