What a healthy relationship looks like

Date 2: electric boogaloo

Mick had taken to spending the night most nights at Caroline's. They had gone out a few times, but after a day of work, most of the time they both just wanted to unwind with each other. It had been a week since they met and Mick came back to Caroline's after a particularly long day. He knocked on her door and she opened it with a smile on her face, "Hey handsome, how was your day?" Seeing her made him feel instantly relieved and he stepped inside, taking off his shoes. "Better now. How was yours?", "Completely boring. I had one client and all they needed me to do was notarize something, but their paperwork wasn't even right so I had to send them away. I just went home... Then cleaned my entire apartment, made dinner, no biggie." She smiled at him and he leaned down, kissing her deeply. They parted and she furrowed her brow at him, "Are you okay? You seem... kinda sad- Sad's not the right word, but I can't think of a better one.", "I'm not sad I'm just- It's been a long day...", "Well, here-" She led him over to her table and sat him down before fixing two plates and bringing them over, sitting next to him. He picked up her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, "You are amazing, you know that?", "I try- Now, tell me about your day.", "Oh, it wasn't that bad..." She just waited, looking at him expectantly and he sighed, "I don't know... I know something's happening, but Miss- my boss won't tell us nothing..." She nodded, "That's really frustrating.", "It is, and then she has me out doin' the cheap shit and I-" He flicked his gaze to her, then took a breath, "It's probably none of my business anyway..." Caroline picked up his hand and said, "If it has to do with your job, then it's definitely your business." He shrugged, "I can't do nothin' about it, so it's like- what's the point?" She brought his hand to her mouth and planted a kiss in the palm of his hand, "Maybe not, but you're still justified in being upset about it." He moved his hand to brush her cheek and she leaned into his touch. He said, "Maybe. I don't know. All I know is that I'm here now, I'm with you, and that's all I want to think about." She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. He looked at the food in front of him and picked up a fork, "So, what's this then?" She picked up her own fork and waved dismissively, "Oh, it's just a pasta and meat-sauce situation. Nothing special." He tried it and it was indeed a simple pasta dish, but she made it and that's what made it special, "It's good. You did a brilliant job, darlin'." She gave him a knowing look, but just smiled and ate her dinner, "Thanks, Mick." After they ate, Mick helped her clean up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in a tupperware as she cleaned the dishes. He opened the fridge to put the leftovers away and pointed out, "Hey, my cooler's still in here.", "Oh yeah, I kept meaning to tell you, but then you come over and I get- distracted.", "Mm, 'distracted' yeah..." She blushed and giggled before asking, "So what was in it anyway?", "You didn't open it?", "It's yours. I didn't feel comfortable looking through your stuff, but now that you're here you have to tell me." He couldn't stop the goofy grin spreading across his face, "Have I told you how much I love you?", "Just about every time you come over... But one more time couldn't hurt." He moved over and slid his arms around her waist, kissing her neck before saying, "It's just that every time I come over, you keep getting better and better. You sure you ain't a dream I concocted up or somethin'?" She wiped her hands off on a towel and turned in his arms, smiling, "What are you hiding in the cooler Mr. Distract-y man?", "What happened to 'handsome, introspective'?", "What are you hiding in the cooler Mr. handsome, introspective, distract-y man?", "Thank you," He kissed her forehead and let go of her, pulling the cooler out of the fridge, "It aint gonna be good after a week, so I'll remake it for you..." he opened it and pulled out the assorted fruit and half-drunk bottle of champagne before pulling out a box. He opened it up and inside was a piece of yellow cake with chocolate frosting. The same cake Caroline had made for her birthday. She covered her mouth, touched, "You made that?" He shrugged, "I'm kinda glad we're not eating this one. I was in a bit of a rush and it didn't turn out the best." She hugged him, "God, that is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.", "You haven't even tried it- well don't, not this one, but-", "I don't care. Just the fact that you thought to do that for me?" She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "I love you..." He smiled and kissed the top of her head, "I love you too, darlin'..." She looked around at what all needed to get done, and deciding she could finish it later, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her bedroom. He laughed, "and I thought I was the 'distract-y man'." She pushed him and he fell back onto her bed, resting his arms under his head. She crawled on top of him saying, "Call it a 'thank you' if you will." He hummed, "If this is the thanks I get just for bakin' you a cake, I'll have to do that more often..." She started unbuttoning his shirt, "It's the thanks you get for being thoughtful and caring and just the best.", "Oh, well that's how I am all the time.", "I know~" She grinned and leaned down to kiss him. She ran her hands over his now exposed chest as he pulled his hands from under his head to skim them down her waist. She moved her mouth over his again and again, feeling his tongue move against hers. He squeezed her butt and she sat up, smirking down at him. He asked, "Are we goin' all the way tonight?", "Unfortunately, I'm still sore from yesterday- sorry.", "It's all good. Did you just want me to use my fingers then?", "Nooo, this is a thank you, not a thank me..." She replied as she scooted back to unbutton his pants. He sat up, which forced her to sit up as well and before she could ask, he kissed her and flipped their positions so he was on top. He had done that trick the day before too when she had tried to reciprocate, but this time she broke the kiss, "What's wrong?" He pressed kisses to her jaw and neck as he said, "Nothing, darlin'." She pushed him back and he distinctly did not look in her eyes. She held his face, "Clearly. What's going on?", "Nothing, I just wanted to kiss you...", "Uh-huh, so why don't you want me to touch you?", "What do you mean? You're touchin' me right now." She sighed, "You know what I mean. Why don't you want me to reciprocate? I'm starting to feel selfish over here..." Now he did look in her eyes, "You're not selfish, darlin'. I love makin' you feel good.", "and I want to do the same for you, so what's stopping you?" He looked at her for a moment before he sighed and sat up. She followed suit and he pulled her into his lap, "I guess... I- I guess... Fuck, this is hard...", "It's okay. Take your time." She looked at him patiently as he felt around for the right words, "I guess I'm just- worried that, um- if you reciprocate then- uh..." He rubbed his face with a hand, "God, I sound so stupid-", "No you don't! Being vulnerable is hard." He gave her a smile and leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled back, "It's worth it though. Continue, please.", "Damn..." She smiled patiently at him once more and he sighed, squeezing her closer, "I'm worried if you reciprocate you- I know you won't it's just a stupid... I guess I'm just worried that-" He buried his face in her neck and mumbled, "I'm worried you'll use it against me..." She waited for him to elaborate and he continued, "I know you won't and it's dumb to think that-", "It's not dumb, you're legitimately worried, so let's not dismiss that. What are you worried I'm gonna do?", "I know you won't do nothin, I trust you, it's just- One of the girls I was with before liked to do that and it kinda ruined it for me..." Caroline felt a streak of protective anger for him, but tamped it down in favor of a more empathetic response, "That bitch." Or maybe not. Mick laughed and ran his hand down her arm, the feeling of her skin under his fingertips calming him, "Yeah, that's one word for her." She shook her head, "I'm so sorry, I hate that for you... and I also understand. We don't have to do anything you don't want to.", "It's not that I don't... I just- I kinda get in my own head about it." She nodded, "Well, did you want to try something else then?", "Like what?", "I don't know." He kissed her neck, "What do you wanna do?" She smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I just want to make you happy.", "Ah, I see how unhelpful that is.", "Right?", "Yeah, well... I don't know either.", "We don't have to push it tonight.", "Well if you're excited, we can still get you off." She shook her head, "It's okay. I kinda lost it anyway." Mick winced, "Oo, I can see how that hurts." She laughed, "Yeah that's payback, buster!" He grinned, then his face fell, "I'm sorry, darlin'..." She held his face, "Micky, baby, it's okay. There is no shame in being worried about shit. You remember just last week, I was worried about shit and you didn't judge me. We just worked through it together, and we'll do the same for you..." She hugged his neck and they stayed like that for a long time before he said, "I like that.", "Hm?", "'Micky'... I like the way you say it.", "Oh, you like that?" He nodded and she tried to growl in his ear, "You fuckin like that?" He snorted, "I don't like that so much, no.", "Sorry." She laughed and he did too. After another moment Caroline sighed, "Well, I should probably finish the dishes...", "Distractions, distractions...", "Shut up." She teased and they stood, moving back into the kitchen. Caroline finished the dishes and Mick threw out the stuff in the cooler, everything but the champagne, which he opened up, "You have any glasses?", "I have mugs..." She said and he shrugged, "That works." She pulled out two mugs and he poured the rest of the champagne between them before throwing out the bottle. She lifted up her mug and declared, "To good health, or something." He thought about it, then clinked his mug to hers, "To you." She blushed, "You sap... I love you." He kissed her, "I love you too, darlin'." They drank as they finished cleaning up the kitchen and when they were done, they got ready for sleep. It was pretty late when they finally got into bed, and they were just getting comfortable when the phone rang. Mick looked at the clock and grumbled, "Who's callin' you at one in the morning?" Caroline shook her head, but then it hit her. She suddenly moved over to the side table where her extension was and picked up the receiver, "Hello?", "Caroline, sweetheart..." Her father sighed on the other line, "I need your help.", "Are you home?", "No, I'm out in the yard.", "Alright. Don't start without me, got it?", "Too late for that...", "Papa... Don't do more. I'll be right there." She hung up and started getting dressed, snapping a pair of worn, working overalls over her night shirt. As she was doing this, Mick asked, "Wait, what's going on?" Caroline put on her boots and laced them up as she said, "My dad needs help.", "Is he alright? Do we need to call him an ambulance or something?", "No, I mean, I hope not- No, it's for his work.", "At one in the morning? What could he possibly be doing this late?", "Moving a body, probably?" She said as she pulled her hair up. His eyes went wide, "Movin' a- what?", "He's a mortician." She said as if that explained everything. "Why is your dad askin' you to move a body with him at one in the morning?", "Do you know how heavy dead bodies are?", "I- yeah, I mean- why at one in the morning?", "That's kinda his job? 'The dead don't die on schedule', Micky." He shook his head, "I still don't get-", "I'm gonna be out late, so if you want to stay, that's cool. If you wanna leave..." She opened the door and pulled her spare key from under the rug. She pressed it in his hand and kissed his cheek, "Just lock up for me." She grabbed her coat and was halfway out the door when Mick stopped her, "Wait, just-... Do you want me to come with you?" She paused and looked at him, then looked away, "No, it'll be quick... Don't wait up for me, tho." She pressed another kiss to his cheek and then she was gone. She moved down the stairs and to her Vauxhall, which she drove out of the parking lot and down to the cemetery. She parked far away from the road and hopped out, jogging around the tombstones, looking for her father. She found him by a freshly dug plot where he was sitting by his truck, smoking a cigarette. When he saw her coming, he quickly put out the cigarette and struggled off the ground. She helped him up the rest of the way asking, "Are you alright, papa?" He grimaced and rubbed his back, "I'm fine, baby girl. I'm sorry to drag you out here so late.", "It's fine. I told you to call me.", "Yeah, well..." She looked down the grave where a ladder was set and another hole had already begun being dug. Caroline sighed and climbed down the ladder as she scolded, "You should have just called me first." Richard looked down at his daughter for a moment, then grabbed another shovel and climbed down the ladder too. Caroline protested, "No, daddy. You're already hurt.", "I'm fine, Caroline. You let me tell you when I'm done." She gave him a hard look, but then just started digging, figuring the faster she got it done, the faster he could go home and rest. "So," She asked, "What happened this time?" Her father sighed, "You know how it is with her.", "You're being evasive, what happened? Is she mad at me?", "Princess, your aunt is not your responsibility...", "That means yes. What's she mad about?" He sighed, "She's mad because you still haven't brought your boyfriend around and she feels like you're keeping him away because of her." Caroline paused, "That's not true... I've just been busy- and- and he's not technically my boyfriend, yet- maybe... I- I don't know- I mean it's only been a week." He raised his eyebrows at her and she ducked her head, "What?" He laughed, "Whatever you wanna call it, I can see how happy he makes you. I'm just glad you found someone special." She smiled and nodded as they dug further down before saying, "I'm not avoiding bringing him over...", "I know, baby.", "I just, maybe- could we possibly- Could I have him meet you before he meets aunt Heidi?" Her father laughed, "That serious, huh?" Caroline shrugged, "I just don't want to scare him off.", "Like the last one?" She smiled sideways at him, "Yeaah." Richard smiled and nodded, "If that's what you want to do, baby, we can make it happen, but you can't keep him away from her forever...", "I know, and he's a lot more... loyal than the last one, but still..." They stopped digging at about shoulder height and Caroline scrambled out of the hole, offering her father a hand as he climbed out too. They left the shovels and went back up the ladder, moving over to his truck where the body was wrapped up in a tarp. She grabbed the end of it and walked the whole thing out until it hit the ground with a thump. "Damn, he's heavy!", "Yeah, he was a big guy. Must have been some biker or something..." He grabbed the other end of the tarp and they dragged it over to the grave as Caroline mused, "I'm kinda impressed she managed this one. She's like- half this guy's size.", "You and me both..." He shuttered and they threw the body down the hole. They went back down the ladder and filled in the dirt, making sure it was all packed down neatly. When they were done, it looked like it hadn't been disturbed at all. They took the shovels back up the ladder, picked that up too, then threw everything in the bed of the truck before cleaning up the grass around the area. After all that was done Richard hugged his daughter, "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I had to wake you up in the middle of the night for this.", "It's alright, papa. I'm glad you called this time- I'm not glad it happened, I just- I worry about you." He nodded solemnly and squeezed her a bit tighter before letting her go, "I called Jimmy earlier and he's gonna do the service for me in the morning...", "Good." She said, dusting some grave dirt off his shoulder, "That'll give you a chance to rest." He nodded and kissed her forehead, "You should get some rest too. I've already taken too much of your time tonight.", "Papa-", "I mean it, now go home Caroline. Enjoy your life and pray we never have to do this again." Caroline rolled her eyes, "That's what you say every time.", "and I still hope for it. Every time.", "...Alright. I'll see what I can set up between us, so far as Mick's concerned.", "and I'll see what I can do about Heidi." She smiled and kissed his cheek, "Thank you. I love you, daddy. Goodnight.", "Goodnight, princess." He said and they went off in different directions. Richard, back to his truck and Caroline to her Vauxhall. She drove back to her apartment and was disappointed to see that Mick's Landrover was gone. She supposed that was her own fault for running off so quick, but it was fine. She climbed up the stairs and unlocked her door, kicking the dirt off her boots before walking in. She took off her boots, stripped out of the dirt caked overalls, and turned on her shower, letting it get hot. The exertion she put on her muscles started to catch up with her and she knew she was gonna hurt in the morning, but for now she just stepped into the hot water and let it run over her. She didn't know what she was gonna tell Mick, but she knew she had to do something to make up for just running out like that. Even as she thought that, she didn't really know what she wanted to do. He was so nice and thoughtful and she wanted to make him feel as special as he did for her. She turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying herself as she moved into her bedroom. Then she paused, because sitting on her bed was Mick. She smiled at him, "Hi, Micky! Where'd you go off to?" He looked over her body and then he looked her dead in the eyes, "I'll give you one guess." Her stomach dropped, her adrenaline spiked and she suddenly felt very exposed, "You followed me?", "Darlin', I'm a sniper. Do you know what snipers do?", "They kill people?" He barked a laugh and she tensed. "That's the fun part. Most of my day is spent waitin', observin'... Trackin'..." Her heart was starting to pound, but she kept her face neutral, "What? Am I your target now?", "No. You're someone I care about, a lot. and because you're someone I care about, I get concerned when you run out the door at one in the morning to 'move a body' with your dad.", "...I didn't lie about that." He snorted, "You're bloody right, you didn't- No, what I want to know, is why the hell you were burying that body in a fuckin' grave?" Her breathing was getting less controlled by the second as she stared down this man she had trusted, "I-I mean- Most people would expect to find a body in a gr-grave..." He stood up and she took a step back. "Don't dodge the question. I'm serious.", "I-I-I, uh-" She suddenly couldn't catch her breath. The anger in his face instantly dropped to concern, "Caroline?" The room was starting to spin and Caroline couldn't breath. She reached out and steadied herself on the wall as she tried to draw in as much air as she could. "Caroline? Caroline!" Mick was by her in a second. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe, but it was like she wasn't in control of herself anymore. She didn't know what to do and she was scared and she couldn't breathe and she was starting to panic and- "Caroline, darling, you're having a panic attack!" A panic attack? Is that what this was? "Listen to me, it's okay. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna lay you down on the bed and we're gonna breathe through this." Caroline didn't know if she could. She was trying so hard she couldn't tell if she was breathing at all. "I'm gonna pick you up now..." He said and she felt him pick her up, then set her down on the bed. She felt him take her hand and kiss it, before saying a bit frantically, "Don't think about the breathing, cuz that makes it worse. Think about stuff outside you- uh, what do you see? What do you hear?" He kissed her hand again, "What do you feel?" Don't think about the breathing? How could she not? She couldn't open her eyes because she was concentrate on the fucking breathing, all she could hear was the fucking breathing, and all she could feel was her own heart, pounding out of her chest and- oh yeah, THE FUCKING BREATHING! That and stupid- fucking Mick, who had a fucking death grip on her hand, but she didn't want to think about him because he was fucking stupid and he fucking followed her and saw her and her dad burrying that fucking corpse and now he definitely fucking hated her and he was so mad at her and then she got scared and- tears sprang up in her eyes and now instead of just BREATHING, she was now CRYING which was fucking- fantastic! She felt Mick hug her tightly and heard him say, "I fucked up. I fucked up. I'm so fucking sorry- I'm so fucking sorry, Caroline. I didn't mean to shout at you. I'm not mad at you, I was just- I was just worried and I should have conveyed that better, and I'm so fucking sorry. Please, please, please, don't hate me. I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so fucking much, I'm so sorry-" He kept apologizing to her and her concern for him kinda flipped something inside her. He may have scared her for a second, but it was still her Mick, and clearly he didn't mean to. When she thought about that, she realized that she was still breathing and was able to reign it in a bit. Her diaphragm kept spazzing, but it started slowing down. Eventually she regained her ability to talk, albeit through the hiccuping sobs, and she ran a hand through his hair, "It's- okay... It's al-right.", "It's not. I fucked up and I hurt you. I'm so fucking sorry, Caroline...", "I'm o-kay... You didn't hu-rt me, look! I'm okay...", "I scared you.", "That's different." He looked up at her and she could see he had tears running down his face too. She ran a hand over his cheek and cooed, "I'm okay. You didn't hurt me, I'm okay...", "You just had a fuckin' panic attack because of me...", "That's not the same. You didn't hit me-", "Wait, what?" She paused and he drew his eyebrows together, "Hit you-? Have you been hit before?", "... Maybe." He got a dark look in his eye and asked simply, "Who?" She smiled and ran both her hands through his hair, "Sorry, but my dad beat you to it. He's currently resting underneath Mrs. Jane Margerie. I drop him a flower every now and then." Mick grumbled, "That's a damn shame. I'd have loved to flay that bastard open..." she giggled and he smiled before looking away, "I'm so sorry, darlin'. I didn't mean to shout at you, or scare you, or-or- I'm so sorry..." She kissed the top of his head, "Micky, it's okay. Really. I-I... I get it. I'm sorry for running out like that and causing you to worry... I guess I owe you an explanation...", "You don't owe me nothin'. I'm the one that scared you.", "If it helps, it's not just you." He looked at her, "What do you mean?", "I mean it's kind of a me thing. I've always been taught to be careful around men, especially angry men, and men are also like- a lot stronger than women, you know? Part of me knew you just wanted an explanation, but then I saw you were mad and- a-and I got scared..." Mick buried his face in her shoulder, "Never. I'll never do that again, I promise you.", "You can't promise you'll never be mad at me again, or around me. That's not fair to you. That being said, I would appreciate it if you didn't confront me like that again; All 'showing up out of nowhere, alone at-'" She looked at the clock, "'three in the morning, as I'm naked and vulnerable'- wow, it's already three?", "I'm sorry.", "It's okay. I'm not upset with you.", "You should be..." He mumbled and she sat up. He did too and she got into a more comfortable configuration before urging him over. He looked at her and asked, "You wanna get dressed first?" and she shook her head, "I only sleep in a shirt when I have guests." He gave her a hesitant smile and kicked off his shoes before moving into her embrace. She ran her fingers through his hair and started, "No, I'm not upset with you- anymore, that is, because clearly you didn't realize you were scaring me.", "I-I mean, I saw you were tense, but I just figured that was because I caught you... Burying a body with your dad..." She sighed, "Yeaah... Yeah... Alright, I'll explain but you have to promise you won't hate me, or my dad.", "You? I could never hate you... You're dad on the other hand, I don't have the best impression of.", "Promise me." He sighed, "I will keep my reactions to myself." She figured that was the best she could ask for, so she elaborated, "My aunt... Has problems... My dad tells me it started when she was married to her first husband. I mean, they went through the depression, yeah? It was kind of a desperate times situation. She got married to some vet that knocked her up, but then she lost the baby and then the second world war happened; He got drafted and went kinda crazy and he ended up killing my mom. My aunt was just defending herself and ended up killing him and then my poor dad walks in and his wife and brother-in-law are dead on the floor. My aunt convinced him to help her hide the bodies and being a mortician he was kinda in the perfect position to help her. They buried the bodies under a grave plot that had already been dug for a service that was gonna happen the next morning and still to this day, nobody has ever found out what happened to them. The police suspected they ran away together, which is gross, but whatever.", "Your mum's body too?", "I mean, if they declared her body, then they'd also have to declare his, and then my aunt would end up in the electric chair.", "If she was just defending herself then why hide the bodies?", "I don't know, you'd have to take it up with her- I mean, I wouldn't actually recommend that, I just- She probably wasn't thinking all that clearly because her husband just murdered her sister and then tried to murder her, but I don't know. Anyway, that was in 1945 so I was still a baby, but after that she kinda got into a pattern. I remember her second husband was really mean and then when I was ten I found my dad hauling his corpse through the cemetery. My dad was really worried about me finding out and told me not to tell anyone and that he was sorry, but my uncle was dead- but my uncle was like, really mean, like every time we went over to their house he'd end up drunk and start yelling, so if I'm honest, I really didn't care that she killed him. Anyway, I helped him bury my uncle, even though my dad didn't want me to, but that was that for a while. My aunt got remarried when I was twelve, but I don't remember much of him- just that when I was fifteen I heard my dad arguing over the phone and then he tried to sneak out, but I followed him. He went out to the cemetery and lo-and-behold: my new uncle was dead and my dad was out there to bury him. I went to help and my dad was really mad that I followed him, but then he calmed down and explained everything; What was going on with my aunt, what really happened to my mom, and all that. After that it was kinda infrequent. Once in a blue moon I'd catch my dad sneaking out and we'd go bury some guy my aunt had killed. Sometimes my dad knew why, sometimes he didn't..." Caroline sighed, "When I went to college apparently my dad had to bury one on his own and he really hurt his back, like he ended up in the hospital... I felt really guilty, but he wouldn't let me come home to take care of him, he just made me go back to school and finish out my BS. I'm partially thankful for that, but I also feel bad because- I mean because he's my dad, you know? I worry about him. He overworks himself, he doesn't sleep good and he doesn't listen when I tell him to slow down..." She sighed again, "Anyway, that's the context. That's why I was burying a corpse with my father...", "Because your aunt killed someone?", "Yep.", "Do you know who?", "Nope, but that fucker was big. I'm impressed my aunt took him down because he was like, double her size." Mick processed that for a moment, "Isn't that- Isn't that the least bit concerning?" Caroline shrugged, "I mean- You kill people too.", "Yeah, but I got my reasons. Why's your aunt droppin all these guys?" Caroline grimaced, "Aunt Heidi has a talent for picking the worst kinds of men. All of the ones my dad told me about either hit her or... Or did something worse." He nodded, "and your ex too? Is that what happened to all your other boyfriends?", "No. All my ex's are alive and well, thank you very much... Except Tim- b-but I never asked them to do that! I just- I-I just showed up at my dad's with a bruise on my face and then the next morning he was gone..." Mick nodded, "Right too." She shrugged, "He wasn't that bad, he just had a bit too much to drink and then I pissed him off and then..." She gestured, "Slap to the face. I kinda feel bad they just killed him, but... Can't do anything about it now.", "Don't feel too bad about it, I would have done the same thing." She laughed, "Oh yeah, I bet you would have.", "I would have fuckin'- hung him up on a hook and gut him alive.", "Aw, you'd do that for me? Just because he hit me?" He cupped her face in his hands, "Darlin', I fuckin' love you. You deserve only the best and any bastard that lays a fuckin finger on you is gettin their brain blasted out of their skull." The visceral and disturbing nature of his descriptions made her feel all warm and gooey inside. "Aw, Micky...", "It's true.", "You better be careful saying stuff like that or I might jump you." He raised an eyebrow at her, "You might- jump me?", "Mhm..." She purred, "Hearing you get all protective over me is very attractive.", "Ooh, jump. Ah- Well in that case..." He sat up and growled in her ear, "I would fuckin kill any bloody weasel that so much as looks at you wrong." She bit her lip to try an keep the goofy grin from taking over her face as he kissed her jaw and continued, "I would cause fuckin carnage if it would make you smile.", "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Especially if you don't want head." He paused, "...It's not that I don't-", "I know, sorry.", "No it's-" He sat back and held her hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles. "Micky?" He thought about it for a while before he pressed a kiss to each of her hands, holding them under his chin, "I... I trust you..." Her eyes widened, "Do you- do you want me to..." He looked away, "I- I wouldn't be opposed, but- b-but I think I need a push in that direction..." Her eyes lit up and she pulled her knees under her before leaning in, kissing him deeply and easing him back on the bed. When they broke she smiled brightly, straddling him and working on the buttons of his shirt, "Say less, my love...", "Wa-wait- It's three in the morning and you just had a panic attack, I don't wanna make you- I don't wanna make you do anything." She stopped and leaned down, resting her elbows on his chest so her face was right above his, "Micky, my darling, my love... You are not making me do anything. I want to do this for you- I want to make you feel good, and if you'd let me, I'd suck you off so good you'll be seeing cross-eyed for a week." He swallowed, "If you're sure..." Seeing this, she put a hand on his face, "We don't have to do this tonight if you're not feeling up for it." He took a deep breath and nodded, "I want to- I want you to. I trust you, and if I want you to stop, I'll tell you..." She smiled, "Well, alright then. If we're both on the same page..." she kissed him deeply once more before pressing kisses down his jaw and neck. When she got to his chest, she couldn't help herself and licked him. Mick laughed, "Did you just lick me?", "I did.", "Why?", "Because you just looked so delicious." She ran her tongue over his chest again and Mick chuckled, "I just hope this don't turn into a cannibal situation. You ain't gonna eat my kidney in my sleep, are you?", "I might." She joked and he laughed as she continued, peppering kisses down his stomach. She got to where his pants started and she tapped his belt buckle, "Is it okay if I undo this?", "I'll tell you if it's not okay. How bout that?" She nodded, then hesitated, "I see what you mean about the whole 'I don't want to hurt you' thing...", "Darlin' you ain't gonna hurt me, I'm sure.", "Yeah, well... I'm not..." Mick sat up on his elbows and looked at her, "Well, if you don't feel comfortable with this, we don't have to push it-" At that, her hesitation disappeared and she stole herself, undoing his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a bit before hooking her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. She looked up at him for confirmation and she couldn't tell what expression was on his face. A mix of desire and love, but also fear and apprehension- but he nodded at her and she pulled down his boxers, revealing his dick. She took a moment to appreciate it, because he had a really nice dick, and then she licked it. Something between a moan and a whimper came out of Mick and she smiled. She licked the tip and then took it in her mouth, making sure to curl her lips over her teeth so she didn't hurt him. She had only been doing her thing for a minute when he called it, "S-stop-" She immediately sat up, "What? Are you okay? Did I do it wrong?" Mick shook his head, struggling out, "No, no- You're perfect, love." He took a moment to breath and she straddled his chest, looking over him, "Micky? Are you alright?", "I'm alright I just- it reminded me too much of how she used to do it...", "I'm sorry-", "No, it's not your fault...I'm sorry.", "Don't apologize, you can't control that... Is there anything I can do for you?" He rubbed little idle circles into her hips before he replied, "...You can come sit on my face and I can start makin' up for scaring you earlier..." She held his face, "Micky, you don't need to make up for anything.", "Of course I do, besides the distraction would be nice...", "Distraction? Wait- Hold on- Hold on, what if we-" She got off his chest, turned so she was facing the other way and straddled him again. She looked back at him with a smile, "What if we sixty-nine'd?" His eyes widened, "Sixty-nine?", "I mean, that way it's not just you sitting there, getting in your own head. Right?" A grin spread across his face and he caressed her butt, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" She shimmied into position, "Only about every time you come over... But one more time couldn't hurt...", "I fuckin love you-" He said, and burried his face in her cunt. She was a bit startled, but recovered and took his dick in her mouth. She took in as much of him as she could before she gagged, and then ran it back and did it again. Mick moaned against her clit and Caroline felt dizzy with power. She stopped at his tip, just sucking and licking as precum started leaking out, "God-", Mick grunted, "You're fuckin amazing-", "I try..." She laughed and kept going, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. She felt his dick twitch and Mick tensed, "God- I'm about to fuckin' cum already-" She smiled internally and kept bobbing her head. Mick tapped her, "I'm about to cum- fuckin- sit up-" But she didn't, she just kept sucking him off, "Caroline, I'm gonna gonna fuckin cum- Ooh- Oh f-fuck-!" He tensed, and shuddered as he came inside Caroline's mouth. "Oh fuck- holy shit-" He groaned as she quickly swallowed and kept going. It was like he was taken to the next level of ecstasy. "Fuckin-hell girl! Fuckin- f-f-fu-ck..." she milked his orgasm until it started to hurt and he called it, "Fuckin- stop! Mercy! My God-... Holy shit you are incredible-!" She sat up and got off, laying next to him with the biggest smile on her face. "Fuckin hell, Caroline. Where'd you learn to do that." She shrugged, "A lot of practice..." Mick suddenly felt possessive jealousy boil up in him. He ran his thumb over her lip to wipe off some cum that had leaked out and she leaned into his touch with a little sigh. That did it. He pulled himself over her and fuckin kissed her. Mick felt that jealousy consume him and he broke, growling into her throat, "You're fuckin' mine." Caroline shivered at that and she smiled, "Okay... That's hot." He nipped at her neck and continued, "You're fuckin mine, Caroline. No one else's...", "Yours... I'm all yours..." He picked a spot on her neck and sucked hard. She giggled and tried to push him off, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed as he marked her. Caroline's eyes widened and then she shivered, biting her lip. Once he was satisfied, he pulled back to look at his handiwork. There was now the beginning of a gnarly bruise right in the middle of her neck. He ran his tongue over it to soothe it, before releasing her, laying down again and pulling her into him. Caroline was just shell-shocked for a moment, feeling on her neck for a second before quipping breathily, "If this is the thanks I get for giving you a blowie, I have to do that more often...", "It's the thanks you get for being so caring and kind and- just the best.", "Oh, well that's how I am all the time..." She grinned and he laughed, "I know..." He hugged her tightly to him and they laid there as she pet his hair thoughtfully for a moment, "...There was something I was needing to tell you, but I forgot.", "Oh?", " Yeah... Some distract-y man just had to come along and distract me." He got this handsomely tragic look on his face and buried his head into her chest, "...I'm sorry-", "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it in a sexy way." He squeezed her tighter and she sighed, "It's okay, Micky. I forgive you.", "Yeah, well... I don't know if I can forgive myself just yet...", "Mm..." She hummed, unhappily, "You're at liberty to feel however you feel towards yourself, and at the same time, it wasn't that bad." Mick looked up at her, incredulously, "I gave you a panic attack.", "No. I had a panic attack. You were just concerned and wanted to know what was going on.", "I... I shouted at you.", "You raised your voice at me- which is like, it's good you recognize that, but also- My aunt shouts way worse than you.", "Hm..." Mick mumbled, feeling protective again and Caroline sat up, grabbing a blanket and spreading it out over them. He looked down at his half up, half down pants situation, then looked at Caroline's still naked body and pulled everything off before laying under the blanket. She cuddled up next to him and they laid there for a moment before he said, "This is weird, I'm not used to sleeping naked.", "Well, I think it's nice- wait, I just remembered what I was gonna ask you!", "What?", "Would you like to have dinner with me and my father sometime?", "You want me to meet your dad?", "I mean- If you're okay with it...", "Yeah, sure. We can do it tomorrow if you'd like.", "Yeah! I'll tell my dad-" She felt her neck, "Or maybe not tomorrow...", "Why not?", "Well, you gave me this lovely mark and I don't want that to be the center of conversation." Mick ran a thumb over the bruise and asked, "You worried he's gonna bury me under a grave?" She snorted, "No. I'm worried he's gonna find out I'm a kinky bitch.", "Ah..." He said and kissed it, "You're not that kinky.", "You don't think so?", "I've been with way kinkier women." Caroline was suddenly overtaken by a possessive jealousy and Mick laughed, "No need to worry darlin', I'm all yours." Caroline settled back against him, "You're damn right you are..." and he chuckled as they settled down, before they eventually fell asleep.