Gods & Monsters [mj]

IV

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She slung a leg over Michael's waist purposefully bringing him closer.

There was an unwelcome breeze occupying the room and it had latched onto her body like dust.

''S cold.'' she grumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

From the way the sky was still dark she would guess that it was still the very early hours of the morning.

''Mhm.'' Michael hummed back, eyes firmly shut. ''Now shut up.'' he rolled over to the other side, taking her pillow with him.

''That's my pillow, fool.''

''I know, idiot.''

''Give it back, then.''

''Fucking hell. You love to argue, Jocelyn. Its not that deep.''

''Ugh.'' she rolled her eyes. ''My back hurts even more now.''

Michael sniggered proudly and Jocelyn briefly remembered the events of the previous night. They had been extra wild as they hadn't seen each other in so long. As good as it had been, she was even more sore than usual. Of course none of that had occurred to her when she had been begging for him to go deeper.

''Do you need a massage?'' he asked.

Jocelyn almost laughed. ''What?''

''You heard what I said.''

''Can you even give good massages?''

Michael turned over to face her. ''I'll let you be the judge of that.''

Jocelyn nodded. ''Alright, starboy.''

Michael slapped her ass. ''Don't call me that.''

''Starboy.'' she said, grinning.

He slapped her bum again and Jocelyn smirked. ''You realise that's not a punishment, right? I actually like people slapping my ass.''

''Turn around, smart mouth.''

Jocelyn turned onto her stomach, purposefully sticking her bum out. She was still naked, whilst Michael was in a long white t-shirt.

His fingers were warm against her skin and she let out a sigh of relief. He kneaded his knuckles onto her lower back area, hands grazing her ass. Was it bad that a part of her was hoping his hands would travel lower?

''Mmm.'' she said. ''You're good.''

''Feel better?''

''Surprisingly, yeah. Your hands are magic.'' she closed her eyes briefly thinking back to the previous night. Jesus Lord.

He smirked at her, curls wildly strewn and slightly sweaty, picking up on the implication of her words.

There was a welcome silence that graced them as Michael sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard, and Jocelyn watched him carefully remembering what Tracey had advised her to do.

Apparently she'd been watching him for too long as Michael said, ''What?''

She hesitated, a rare thing for her to do. ''It's just sometimes I- sometimes I wonder why you're cheating on her..''

Michael was silent for a long while.

''I mean if you're not feeling her anymore. Why not just break up?''

He sighed deeply. ''You wouldn't understand.''

''So tell me.''

''Why?'' he furrowed his eyebrows.