Micahx

“Could you just put your fucking ego away for one second and listen to me” Max was uncharacteristically serious, eyes rimmed red as she struggled to even begin to find the words she was looking for. This was her own fault, she knew that- the number of times she had more or less toyed with the boy. Never out of malice. She was in this weird purgatory between wanting him and knowing she didn’t deserve a man like Micah. Not after everything she had done to destroy the perfect relationship they had before everything turned to shit.

She couldn’t look him in the eye because she knew his reaction wasn’t going to be anything she desired. Going to him not only put herself at risk, but Micah as well which was just an added bonus to this mess she had managed to get herself in “Not this time” another huff of humourless laughter left her, the fear on her face more real that it had ever been before “This isn’t just running coke for trailer park Ted” Hands ran over her face and through her messy hair, legs forcing her to pace around the room as she gathered the courage she needed to say the name of the man she was currently stuck working for- trying to figure out how to explain how she even got into this mess "Big Tony’ He would know the name, the kid got himself into his fair share of trouble. But Micah would know even more so what kind of connections Tony Simone had and just how dangerous this was.

God if he could he’d push her out just then and there-- but that was his angry side thinking. Hell it was his fault for assuming more, but things had to change now. However, he remained still and listened to what she had to say. When she said the familiar name, his brows furrowed in worry now. He had a bit of concern sure, but that name was much too infamous for small time drug dealings. “What did you do, Max?” he questioned once more. 

She had thought for a long while that it was simply best to try as much as she could to stay out of his life. Since her accident, her own had changed dramatically and she couldn’t seem to stop spiralling downward. This was the final straw though, the time when everything became too real and she needed to step back and away from the life she had been living in so naturally, she found herself at Micah’s doorstep, begging for his help because she didn’t know where else she could go “No” she stated, a heat in her voice “You always think I’m in trouble. There’s a difference” 

Again, she found herself falling silent, thinking that maybe coming here was a mistake. She could have easily continued on with her life, going down the path she had taken but there was a firm line on the ground she had never wanted to go over and she had. Maybe she wasn’t as in control of things as she always thought she was “I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t fucking serious” Max continued, a huff of humourless laughter escaping her. She hated this- hated how much she needed him no matter how much she tried to survive life on her own. Hated having to go to him for help “This is real trouble” her voice cracked even though it was hushed “Like the kind of trouble where if the wrong people knew I was talking to you my body would be found in the river in a couple of days”

A laugh escaped his own lips, lacking any humor at all to what she had to say. “Right, right, I forgot. If it’s not for trouble you’re here to fuck me. Sorry, my bad, should have seen my options.” Alright, maybe he needed to tone it down, but he refused to be played over and over again. Maybe it was his fault for still being in love with her, but knowing that, she still took advantage of it-- of him, didn’t she? So was there truly any difference between their morals right now? He was close to sending her out, close to sending her away because he’d be damned if he decided to help her. He promised himself that this was the last time, and the door was just a few steps away from them, but he didn’t.

While hearing her out, his brows furrowed more in concern than anything else. “What the hell Max?” he questioned before gesturing her inside. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” and there he goes again falling into the same rabbit hole he promised to stay away from. one day this woman would be the death of him, and if truth be told, he’d die just for her. Something he would never admit to aloud. “I’m going to need more than that. You know how this works, you give me names and I take care of them.” like always.

As the door opened, Max glanced around her once more, icy eyes piercing the darkness around them before she pushed past him and stepped into his home leaving him to close the door behind her. “This isn’t a fucking booty call” she snapped, knowing very well he had every right to be angry with her considering how she had left things with him. Again. Max had a bad habit of fucking the two of them up worse than how it had been before they interacted, her stubborn demeanour always getting the best of her no matter how much she knew he was the only person for her. She couldn’t make eye contact with him, already felt him judging her.

Max paced for a moment, fingers picking at the beds of her nails as she did when she was anxious. She wasn’t sober. Hell, she rarely was these days. But that didn’t change anything in that moment. Finally, she stopped, turning to face the boy with a look of complete and utter defeat “I’m in trouble, Micah”

Was he angry? No doubt. Did he love her? That much had been obvious hadn’t it? Yet she had to run off again and he was sick of it. He was sick of always needing her and wanting her. Importantly he hated himself that despite the way she made him feel, he would always, a l w a y s come back to her if she needed him. What was wrong with him? No, what was wrong with her? Why was it that he couldn’t move on?? Why did she have such a hold on him? He could have been out of here, away from this damn town, yet here he stuck by. All because of her. 

There was a part of her that wished they were somewhere else. His car- his place- her place. At this point, it didn’t matter she just wanted to be with him, if even only for a night. She wanted to feel his skin on hers again, leave her own little marks over his perfect skin- claim him, to take the time to remember all of the things she had loved about him in the past- still loved about him now. And she wanted to see him as he unfurled due to her, watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as he buried his entire length inside her, his teeth dig into his own lip with every small movement. The lighting in the bathroom did not do him justice in the slightest and for a split second her mind lingered on the words ‘next time’. Next time there would be better lighting, next time they’d be more private. But they both knew next time wouldn’t happen. This was their conclusion, the moment where they would both be allowed to move on with their lives. That was the lie she kept telling herself, at least. “Micah,”  her breath hitched as his hand slipped between them, eyes locked on his as his touch made her entire body tense. Fingernails dug into his bicep, her head hitting the wall behind her, gaze moving from Micah to the ceiling as she put her entire focus on not allowing him to push her over the edge- something he seemed to be exceedingly good at “You need to slow down”

He wished he could read her mind just then, which was probably an odd thing to wish for considering the position they were in just now, but that was the one thing he always wished for. What was she thinking about every time he was inside of her? What was going through her mind every time his teeth sank into her skin, or what was she thinking about any time he’d cause her to moan? Because if anything, it sure as hell never felt like she’d be leaving the next day. It was like old times all over again and this should have been a warning for him; He knew she could be toxic, but he loved her anyway. He’d be damned if she got away this time-- a note made for a later time, because just as her nails dug into his skin, he knew she was close. As she broke their gaze to look up, he leaned in to kiss her neck, but that’s it. “Look at me.” He didn’t want to lose this moment, especially when he knew this would drive her. Did he slow down as she had asked? No. “Look at me, Max.” he spoke up once more and as if to prove his points, his actions did slow down, purposefully until she’d look at him again. The only downside? This was just as torturous for him as it would be for her, but it was worth it. 

She was overrun by nostalgia. The way he smelled- felt- held her- all of it reminded her of times part of her wished she had never run from. How they couldn’t wait until they were somewhere a little more private than the ladies room at the Moonlight Bar. How, no matter how much time seemed to pass, they had always still wanted nothing more than each other. Hell, even now as Micah slammed into her over and over again she was reminded of never really wanting anyone else. He knew her, his movements just naturally hitting every sweet spot that was buried deep inside where no one could see. The way she moaned his name over and over as he slammed into her was the closed thing to ‘i love you’ she was brave enough to release. She adjusted herself slightly, propping her legs up higher so he had better access, pulling the tight skirt up so it sat around her waist and freed her legs just a little more and giving her room for her fingers to glide between the two of them. She was soaked, Max had already known that as a finger slipped on either side of his moving member, stretching her with each quick thrust. She pulled her hand back out, resisting the urge to flick them across her clit in order to slip them gently into his mouth. 

He would have loved to strip her of her clothes just then, but again the women’s bathroom wasn’t a place to take your time. Not when there could be people waiting for access in a few moments-- something that hadn’t crossed his mind until just now. He did slow his movements, just enough until she was at a comfortable position before his lips greeted her own, trailing down to her jaw line and lightly biting her. If he could, he would have left marks all over her, but again, this wasn’t teh place he wanted to be; Her moans excited him-- because it wasn’t just a noise for him, unlike the other women he had been with in the past. This meant more-- this was as close as it was to getting personal with her, something he had missed for a while now; As her hand came between them, he made sure he wasn’t fully blocking her view, even if it meant breaking the close proximity between them. But he did pull back, to make sure she was alright; A hand trailed over to her neck, trailing down just enough to tug on her top. If he had pulled at a button or so, he didn’t care in that moment. Again, he had to mentally chastising himself for choosing this place of all places where he couldn’t do much. His thoughts were pushed away when her fingers met his lips and he instantly sucked on them, savoring her taste. He trailed his hand down just then, mimicking her actions as he began to rub her clit with his thumb. The pressure was building within him and he wanted to release, but not until she did.