Fighting For Love

Chapter 19

A bluish grey tinge of morning light streaked across her face and made her turn over to avoid it. Niamha yawned and snuggled deeper into the covers and stretched her feet across it hoping they'd collide with a warm body. When the chill of still - fresh sheets ran up her leg she withdrew from that side of the bed and balled herself up in the fetal position. She rolled over and looked out of the window. She felt her heart constrict with a longing she had to have him by her side. She looked over at the bathroom door when she heard the door open. He stepped out with his body glistening with water and a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. Her eyes were glued to his stomach that sculpted out an eight pack that was rock hard, she could see the water seeping into the indentations of each pack. She unknowledgeable licked her lips as she followed a water bead that was making its way down his body and into the towel. She could feel herself getting moist as she thought about his friend down there and all the things he did to her last night as they began to plan in her head. She snapped her eyes back to his when she heard him clear his throat. She felt the blush creep back into her cheeks at being caught checking him out. She buried her face into the pillow.

"Don't be ashamed darling." His husky voice said before walking over to the bed and sitting next to her pulling her into his lap so she was straddling him.

"I'm sorry." Niamha mumbled into his neck. She felt the shiver run through his body as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

"It's okay." He grunted out.

Niamha felt his arms tighten around her waist as she started a trail of kisses up to his mouth and captured his lips with hers. She snaked her hands up his body and around his neck. Niamha moved slightly so that her bottom was sitting directly on top of his man hood. She began to grind her hips against him. As she moved, she felt him grow underneath her. His hands ran up her back and she released a moan into the kiss as well as a shiver. Niamha broke away from the kiss when the sound of her stomach growling filled the air. She looked away and blushed as she heard Michael chuckle.

"Let's get out of here so I can feed you."

Niamha climbed off Michael and headed into the bathroom and showered. When she came out she realized that she didn't have any clean clothes, as she walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her she looked on the bed and saw that Michael had laid out a tank top and some shorts that looked a little too small for her to fit. She got dressed and placed her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. When she padded out of the room she followed the light that streamed down the hall and landed in the foyer where there was a big bay window that allowed sunlight to pour through. She noticed Michael standing looking out of a window in the living room waiting on her. His back was to her so she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She got up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Why don't we just stay here for breakfast?"

"The house doesn't have any food in it."

"Oh."

Michael reached around and pulled Niamha to stand in front of him. He grabbed the back of her neck and placed sweet kisses in a trail from that tender spot on her neck to her lips where he kissed her with hunger and passion. Niamha felt her knees begin to weaken as Michael deepened the kiss; she pushed herself closer to make sure she didn't fall. When Michael separated from the kiss her placed his forehead on hers while both of them caught their breaths, as their breathing slowed Michael ran his hands across Niamha's cheek before placing a simple kiss on her lips.

"I think we should get out of here, before you wind up back in that room."

Niamha smiled at Michael before moving out of his embrace, making sure that their fingers were intertwined, and headed out the door. Michael locked up and they made their way back to the main street to find it alive and bustling with people out and about. The city came alive, much different from last night. They walked into Kim's and sat down at the counter. A woman who looked to be in her late forties came out and smiled at them.

"Hey there stranger!" she came up to Michael and gave him a hug.

"Hey Auntie." Michael hugged the lady back and then turned to introduce her to Niamha. "Niamha this is my Aunt Kim, Aunt Kim this is my girlfriend Niamha."

Aunt Kim smiled at Niamha and appraised her. She walked over to Niamha and brought her into a hug. Startled at first Niamha didn't know how to respond, but she then returned the hug.

"It's nice to meet you." Niamha said.

"Likewise. Likewise. So-" she turned to Michael, "what are you guys doing here?"

"Well we came to get something to eat, because we are starving." Michael patted his stomach before sitting back down next to Niamha.

Auntie Kim smiled and walked back around the counter. "I got just what you need. I'll be right back." She walked back in the direction of where the kitchen was. Niamha turned to Michael and looked at him questionably.

"I thought you didn't have any other family in New Orleans?"

"I don't. She's my mom's best friend, I grew up with her around so I call her my aunt." He said simply.

"Oh." Niamha turned back around and stared at the counter. A silence fell upon them as they waited for this food. Neither of them knowing what else to say, but not needing to either. When their food came the silence lifted and they ate and laughed. After finishing eating and saying the good byes to Aunt Kim, Michael and Niamha walked down the streets of Westbank. As they headed towards a marina, Niamha spotted a little boutique that caught her eye. She made the right and started to draw Michael that way.

"I want to go in here."

When they walked into the boutique, Niamha's jaw dropped. She looked around at all the cute clothes they had in there. As she walked around and admired the clothing she spotted a dress hanging on a rack that stole her heart. She picked it up and just knew this was the dress was for her. She walked over to the dressing room and tried it on. She walked out to show Michael the peach-coral blouson-sleeve dress with a deep plunging neckline. The dress was made for her body, but when she looked at the price tag, she realized that it wasn't made for her wallet. She changed her clothes and put the dress back.

"You aren't going to get it?" Michael asked as the continued heading to the marina.

"I can't afford that. Especially if I'm trying to move out after graduation."

They remained silent as they got on the boat and headed back to New Orleans. Once they docked, Michael helped her off the boat and to the car. On the ride home they sat in the car silently, both their minds focused on something else. When they pulled up in front of Niamha's house, she looked over at Michael before leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome." Michael placed another kiss on her lips before she got out of her car and headed into her house. She turned back and waved to Michael before entering.

Michael pulled up in front of his house and sat in the drive way. He got out of the car and moved to walk into the house. When he got in he went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, he noticed that the house was quiet so he assumed that his mother and sisters went out. He headed upstairs and walked into his room. He sat on his bed and thought back to the night he had with Niamha. He smiled to himself as he thought of just how amazing she really was.

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Niamha walked into her room and gasped. She looked around saw that her room was destroyed. She saw most of her clothes on the floor damaged and stuff was thrown everywhere in her room. It looked like hell had opened up and unleashed their fury upon her room. She walked over to her vanity mirror and saw that someone had written in red lip stick.

Stay Away From Him Bitch. He Is Mine!!

Niamha had a fairly good idea who did this, and oh was payback going to be a sweet bitch. She looked around her room and sighed before getting to work cleaning up. As she cleaned she had a sadistic smile on her face as she thought what she was going to do to get back at the s.o.b. who did this.