Give Me Love --- Michael Langdon [[Book One Complete]]

Part 29

A week had gone by since Amy's return, and even though she had been worried about Michael's new choice of friends, things seemed okay. He had been to see them twice in the week she had been back and each time she would sit on her bed anxiously awaiting his return. Worried about the state he'd come back in, if he'd be different. But each time he came back to her just as he always did. His sweet boyish smile and bright blue eyes. He was still just Michael. She still wasn't too happy about it, but she hadn't seen a change in him so she figured she didn't have to worry too much about it. She had opted not to tell anyone about the whole Satanist thing, especially Cordelia. Jessica had been one of them and as soon as the Supreme deemed her a threat, her life was snuffed out. Amy was concerned about Cordelia finding out. Michael was dangerous. Very dangerous. Amy knew that, Cordelia knew that. He'd done awful things in the past due to what he was and he'd even tried to take Cordelia's position from her once. Amy didn't want anything to happen to Michael. She feared if she told her, that Cordelia would think he was a threat and just get rid of him before any problems came up. But she knew he was okay because when he was with her, he was acting just like he always did. She would keep her eyes on him and if anything seemed odd, then maybe she'd talk to someone.

It was Friday and there were no classes that day for them. Amy was lay on her side watching the boy sleep peacefully. His lips were slightly parted as soft snores left his lips. Golden hair all over the place. He was too adorable and she wanted to squeeze him until her arms hurt. They'd settled back into their usual routine in her time back. They watched movies, practised together in class, hung out with Mallory and Coco. The only thing that was different was the lack of sexual contact. They hadn't done anything remotely sexual since her time in hell. At first, she had been grateful for the space, after what she had been through she needed it. But then she had started to worry there was more to it. Worried maybe he was disgusted by her, saw her as damaged goods. But then she realised it wasn't that. They would still kiss, but he tried to keep it somewhat tame. The few times things got heated, he would react the same every time. He'd pull away, his breathing shaky as he tried to calm himself. Then he would kiss her nose sweetly and lay down, cuddling her into him. She didn't need the space now, didn't want him treating her like she was fragile. Her mind was in a much better place than it was and her body was craving him just as it always did. And the lack of an orgasm was driving her insane.

The night before she had thought it might happen. The kiss turned heated but his grip of control seemed to have been a little shorter. He'd ended up rolling onto her as he kissed her senseless and she'd loved it. She had felt his hardness pressed against her and when she moaned, he had stilled completely and pulled away just a little. Her blue eyes had watched him carefully, how his breathing was ragged, how he screwed his eyes shut and looked like he was in physical pain. She could see him fighting with himself. And when she reached down to palm him through his pants, his hand had grasped her wrist firmly, his eyes still shut as he gave her a tense shake of his head with a clenched jaw. When his eyes opened, she was met with his onyx eyes. It had been their first appearance since he rescued her from hell. Part of her wondered how she would react when she saw them again. But there was no fear, no flashbacks. Instead, the usual rush of arousal flooded her body as it reacted to his darkness the same way. As if nothing bad had ever happened. He had stared at her, his face conflicted and still looking pained. She could see how hard he was fighting to stay in control. She had stared at him, wondering what he would do. But then he rolled off her completely and pulled her to lay on his chest. She had been disappointed but didn't say anything. She knew now why he wasn't touching her. It wasn't out of repulsion. It was because he worried for her mental state. He feared her reaction to something like that. He had witnessed what she went through and the fact it had been at the hands of someone pretending to be him was obviously weighing on him. But she was done waiting around now. She wanted him and she wanted things to go back to how they were completely. She missed him. Missed the feel of his body against hers. She missed it all.