Loving You Black & Blue | Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy

Ch. 16: Perfect Chaos

[Nueva York – Earth 928]

Miguel was grumpier than usual, this morning. "You're absolutely sure that you're alright by yourself? I can have someone assigned to check in on you."

Felicia rolled her eyes from the privacy of the bathroom. "I'm FINE, Miguel" she called down through a mouthful of toothpaste. Please, by all means, go to work and quit smothering me. Felicia loved that man, she really did, but she needed him out of that apartment and occupied by anything other than her. Just for a sec.

He flicked his eyes up to hers when she came down the stairs. Felicia beamed sweetly at him. Miguel did not return her smile. "Miguellll..." she teased in a sugary sing-song, "why so grouchy?" He rolled his eyes from his place in the kitchen.

Felicia couldn't help but think to herself that if this is what playing house with Miguel O'Hara was like, it was some pretty picture. There's just something about the way that suit hugs his ass. Felicia snatched the cup of coffee he'd poured for her off the counter and slid under his arm, hugging him about his trim waist. "Surely, you're not pouting because you have to go to work? There's nothing you could possibly be doing for me! Doctors. Therapy appointments. We're done! I know you haven't been abusing this situation as an excuse to play hooky."

Miguel grunted and glared out the large windows of the apartment, even as he wrapped an arm protectively around her.

Finally, he replied, "You'll be bored out of your mind."

"Probably," Felicia grinned up at him, celebrating an internal victory as she saw his features soften. He was so close to smiling back at her. "But, bored or not, I don't need my bodyguard to watch me flip through the channels. Especially when he hasn't wished me a good morning."

Miguel arched his brow and finally relinquished a small smirk. Felicia stole the opportunity to give him a soft peck on the chin. "Good morning, I guess," he grumbled.

"I'll take it," Felicia teased, moving away from him and adding an extra sway to her hips as she crossed the apartment to the windows. Nueva York, you're looking intriguing as ever this morning.

"Alright, I'm on a quick anomaly cleanup with the A Squad this afternoon," Miguel's mask covered his face as he fiddled with his watch, every bit the dashing (if not a little intimidating) figure, "I'll be back for dinner, but don't feel that you need to wait for me. If you need anything –"

"If I need anything, I can snap my fingers and anyone in this building will fall over themselves to meet my every whim. Or else you'll beat them up." Felicia glanced flirtatiously back over her shoulder at him.

"Cute. But, seriously, just call for LYLA." Miguel grumbled, turning to exit the apartment.

"Hey, mister, where's my kiss?"

Miguel paused at the door. Felicia felt the butterflies in her belly when he slowly turned to face her. The butterflies turned into a deep tingle as he stalked across the room, the pixels on his mask only dissipating to reveal the lower-half of his face – which was wearing a wolfish smile.

Felicia all but swooned when he grabbed her hips and yanked her body against his, covering her mouth in a passionate kiss. When their lips parted, Felicia smiled dreamily and when she spoke it came out breathier than she had intended, "Have a wonderful day, O'Hara."

The mask covered his face again, but she could feel the heat of Miguel's eyes piercing her. His voice was low, but teasing, "Stay out of trouble. I love you."

"Love you too!" Felicia chirped, suddenly feeling a little unsteady on her feet and swaying in place with her coffee mug as she watched him leave. Love to watch you walk away, Hardbody O'Hara.