Stranded (Miguel O'Hara fanfic)

7- Um so I Kinda got into Bed with Miguel O'Hara

A/N: CONTENT WARNING!!! Slight lemon and implied frisky stuff. Mature audiences only. 

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It was hot. Really hot. Miguel was everywhere, his hands on every part of my body. He was so impossibly large, encompassing every part of my vision. 

I ran my hands through his hair while he kissed me, both of us moving against each other like we couldn't wait. I hadn't been with someone in a long time, so all the sensations hit me like a truck.

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

'May I?' he asked, his hand on the zipper of my suit. I nodded fervently, he could do whatever he wanted. He couldn't know that, though. 

He had my suit off in seconds, and I moved to get his off too, but he kept me still. 

'You first,' he murmured, moving down my body. 

Oh. My. God. I'm not going to survive this. 

He was kissing everywhere, running his hands up and down my legs. They were huge and calloused, and they felt good on my skin. Really good. 

'Miguel,' I breathed. He looked up at me, and I could've died right there. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly touched me, and I leaned into it, breathing hard. 

We'd barely even started, and I was already almost there. 

This man was going to end me. 

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(A/N: This is ALL y'all are getting out of me. Like, I was squealing writing only this much. I'm just not built for this smut stuff. And if you know me and are read this, no you don't.)

The next morning, I woke up to slight movement. Up, down. Up, down. Opening my eyes, I realized I was on Miguel's chest. Oh.

Memories of last night flooded my brain, and I turned bright red. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it. And survived. I'd slept with the man of my dreams. 

Slept on him too, apparently. 

This was real. He loves me back. I can't believe this. 

'What are we smiling about?'

God, his morning voice. I could cry. 

I snuggled into him. 'About this.'

He held me against his bare chest and I sighed. If we weren't abandoned in some random earth, I would be living a perfect life. 

'I wish we could stay like this forever,' I said. 'But those damn bats and our damn watches won't let us.'

'Those bats are such a nuisance,' he agreed, as I looked up at him. 'But I did appreciate them because they gave me an excuse to keep you quiet last night.'

My eyes widened, remembering the way he suppressed my screams. It involved webs, to say the least.

'Shut up,' I said, looking away, my face suddenly hot. 'It's not my fault that you're...'

'Hmm? I'm what?'

'A jackass,' I finished, pushing myself off him. He caught me easily, pinning my arms down. 

'That's not what you said a couple hours ago,' he chuckled against my ear. 

I had to take a deep breath to prevent myself from jumping him right then. Focus, Parker.  Focus on anything but your drop dead gorgeous man with an unspeakable package. Stop it. 

'I can tell you're holding back,' he said, his hand snaking down my body again. 'What do you really want, Parker?'

'Nothing,' I whispered, slightly arching into him. Heck this guy.