Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Fourteen: Love Me Harder

This picture doesn't solidify which relationship that'll be the main focus of this book. I just thought it was cool cause this book was inspired by Lady Gaga's music video Judas, in which Normy was a part of. And, ya know, Jesus is in the pic lol.

Trisha was on her way home after another successful day at work. Though her session with Jesus left her stomach churning with a bit of jealousy. Guilty jealousy. She knew she shouldn't be feeling that way towards a patient. It was unprofessional, and could get her fired. She had to stop feeling envious that Jesus was around Mac all day and focus on her job and family.

She pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car, heading inside and groaning as her heels started shooting pains up her leg. She headed up the steps and unlocked the door, pushing inside and tossing her purse off to the side. She headed into the kitchen, where the remains of dinner wafted through the air. It was macaroni and cheese, possibly with hot dogs. Damn, that sounded great.

When she stepped into the kitchen, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind and lifted her up, making her shriek a little. Michael laughed and set her down, turning her around and kissing her nose. "Hi, honey."

Trisha, however, was not amused. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.

Michael looked taken aback. He stepped back and raised his hands in defeat. "I was just trying to surprise you." He said.

"You know I work with murderers all day, and assault isn't unlikely." She growled, turning on her heel and heading over to the fridge.

"Babe, I'm sorry." Michael called, following her as she grabbed a glass of wine. "Bad day?"

Trisha scoffed. "That wasn't obvious?" She muttered, heading out into the living room and sitting down on the sofa, sighing. "Where's Hannah anyway? It's too early for her to go to bed."

"At my parents' house." Michael came up behind her and pulled her hair back gently, brushing it with his hands. Then he started to rub her shoulders, easing the knots out of them. "Damn baby. You're so tense." He remarked.

Trisha didn't respond, just sipped her wine and grabbed her book, flipping to where her bookmark was. As she read, Michael remained silently massaging her shoulders. When she reached chapter sixteen, Michael stopped rubbing and walked around the couch, flopping down beside her and wrapping an arm over her shoulders.

"Why're you being so lovey all of a sudden?" Trisha asked with next to no interest.

"I can't love my wife?" Michael countered.

"Just wondering is all." She muttered, going to take a sip of wine, only to find that the glass was empty.

"Is it against the rules to show you love and affection?" He demanded, pulling away from her.

Trisha rolled her eyes. "If you're trying to have sex, it's not happening."

Michael stood up abruptly. "I'm not trying to have sex with you! I was just trying to show you love because today's the 29th of January."

Trisha froze, glancing up at him in shock. "Shit, honey I'm so sorry-"

"You know what? It's cool. It's fine. We all forget our anniversary every now and then, right? I mean, you only yelled at me for forgetting last year, but it's all cool if you forget. That's fine. I get it." He snapped, looking betrayed and hurt.

Trisha sighed and leaned back in her seat, rubbing her face with her hands. How had she forgotten such an important date? "Michael, I'm sorry. It's been a long day at work, and I had a bad run-in with an inmate." She apologized, gazing up at him.

Michael sighed and sat back down, not bothering to get near her. "What happened?"

"Just some inmate making rude remarks and trying to grab me. Thank god a guard saw." Trisha said, deciding to lie and go off of what happened to another faculty worker rather than admit her jealousy towards Jesus.

Michael stiffened out of the corner of her eye. "Who?"

Trisha sighed. "I'm not sure, I don't have him scheduled for therapy. Though clearly he needs it."

"You'd better tell the warden about that so he can be locked up in isolation." Michael muttered, getting up and heading into the kitchen. Trisha sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back.

A few minutes later, Michael re-entered the living room and sat down beside Trisha with two cups of wine and the box for good measure. "I ordered Chinese, I hope you don't mind."

Trisha glanced at him. "Beef and broccoli?"

Michael nodded with a smile. "Your favorite."

Trisha smiled and leaned onto Michael, taking her wine glass and taking a sip of the tart, yet sweet liquid. "Thank you. I'm sorry I've been a bitch."

"It's fine. You've had a long day." He said, wrapping an arm over her shoulder. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"What movie?" Trisha asked.

Michael smirked and reached over, digging through a plastic bag that Trisha hadn't seen before. He pulled out the movie and smirked at her, making her bite her bottom lip.

"Fifty Shades of Gray, huh? Are we gonna get kinky tonight?" Trisha asked, laughing lightly.

"I thought you said you didn't want sex." Michael countered.

"Well I can change my mind, if you know how to persuade me." She countered, resting a hand on his kneecap.

Michael groaned softly. "Maybe we could skip the movie and just go to bed?" He suggested.

Trisha smirked, and took a sip of wine again. "Hm, no. I want my beef and broccoli. And besides, you need to work on your sex-game." She stated, leaning against him again. "Maybe you'll get some ideas of how to dominate me."

Michael let out a fake groan and rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey." Trisha murmured.

Michael chuckled. "Want me to actually put the movie in?"

Trisha smirked. "No, I got it." She said, standing up and taking the movie from her husband's hands. She then walked slowly toward the CD player, and bent down, feeling her skirt riding up and exposing her underwear. She heard Michael suck in a sharp breath as she hit 'play', and made her way back to him. She noticed a tent in his pants, and his index finger was resting beneath his bottom lip, looking seductive and intrigued. "Problem?" She asked, sitting beside him.

"I'd say the exact opposite of a problem." He said, tucking an arm around her waist. "How long is this movie?"

"About an hour and a half, I think. Why? Do you have somewhere to be?"

Michael groaned and leaned over, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "I have somewhere I'd like to be inside of."

Trisha moaned softly and gazed up at her husband. Then she took her wine glass and clinked it against his. "Happy eight year anniversary, Michael."

"Another successful year that I've been in love with you." He claimed, smiling at her with that charming smile. Trisha smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly. It was moments like there where Trisha knew for a fact that she loved Michael. He was caring, sweet when he wanted to be, and a good father to Hannah.

But there was no denying that he lacked in certain qualities, like roughness or creativity in the bedroom. Something that Mac had a lot of.

She shook those thoughts out of her head. She was married to Michael, the father of their daughter. She couldn't just start having an affair because Michael didn't pull her hair during sex.

But Mac was just so... so bad, like the drug he used to use. She wanted him in her veins, wanted him to give her that high that Michael just couldn't pull off.

Michael didn't know what happened at work anyway, and as long as she was careful, she and Mac could do whatever they wanted.