Cherry Bomb (A Michael Fassbender Fanfic)

20: Rascally Rabbit

I brushed my teeth and wiped my mouth on the hand towel hanging above the sink.  I noticed the guest room didn't have a lock, so I quickly changed into a baggy tee and frilly boxer shorts to sleep in.  Someone rapped on the bathroom door so I quickly gathered my belongings and shoved them into my toiletry bag.  I unlocked the door and opened it to find Michael waiting in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.

What the fresh hell.

My breath got caught in my throat and I coughed.

"All yours," I said as I began to pass him.

"Going to bed?"  He watched me as I passed him, his eyes on my exposed shoulder as my shirt slipped down.

I nodded.  "Jet lag.  You know how it is.  Enjoy your shower."

I quickly entered the guest bedroom before he could say another word.  I didn't want to be in the same house as him.  Not right now.  And certainly not when he's fucking half naked.

I threw myself on the bed, face first, bouncing once.  I had lied to him.  There was no jet lag.  Not yet anyway.  I was burning through every emotion in existence.  And yes, seeing him with a towel hanging on his hips had ensured I was horny as well. 

He didn't fight fair.  HE dumped ME.  If anything, I should be the tease here.

I grumbled and curled into a ball.  I should sleep. 

The next morning, Adele and Josef were already gone, buying fresh food from the local markets for the week.  I pressed my ear to Michael's door and I heard him snoozing.  I needed to clear my head, so I got dressed and double bra'd myself since I left my sports bras at home.  I hadn't planned on needing one.

I am not a runner.  I'll be clear about that.  I'll only run if I'm being chased.  No, even then, I'm not a runner.  But I couldn't think of any better way to just push everything else aside and think of absolutely nothing but what's in front of me.

I laced up my red Converses, hoping they'd get the job done.  Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I started off slow, making my way down the long and winding gravel drive. 

I can do this.  Left right left right.  I wasn't a fan of cardio.  Lifting was my thing. 

Out of nowhere, a rabbit darted in front of me, and in attempt to stop and keep run at the same time, my body hurled forward, crashing onto the ground.  My hands scrapped against the gravel and I could feel the skin on my knee tearing.

"Fuck!!!"  I couldn't hold it in.  I pushed back onto my butt and examined my palms and my knee.  So much for clearing my head.  It stung like a bitch.

I swallowed back a sob that tried to escape and blinked away my tears.  I took a few deep breaths and pushed myself up, carefully. 

Back inside the house, I tried my best to keep quiet.  I didn't want to wake Michael. 

I had no idea where Adele kept the first aid kit.  I checked under the kitchen sink, in the pantry, and the powder room before making my way upstairs, holding onto the banister for dear life.

I checked the hall closet and let out a pleasured moan finding the kit front and center at eye level.  I snatched it and headed to the bathroom, on the brink of full on sobbing.  Not only due to the pain, but everything having piled up at once.  It was too much and I was beginning to crack.  Damn that rascally rabbit.

I snickered, thinking of Elmer Fudd.  "Wascally wabbit.  It's wabbit season!"  I grimaced as I nudged the faucet on, sticking my hands under the steady cold stream of water.