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“life’s always been a shit show.”  connor tells her simply, hands lifting as he chuckles at the older woman. while he does value his hand, he also would love a drink of the burning liquor from the bottle she is hoarding. con leans forward to snag the bottle of alcohol from her and he takes a swig from it then he hands it back. once he leans back in his seat, and he can feel the warmth spreading from the alcohol, he gives a small innocent smirk toward her.  “what happened to you?”  mick is one o the few people con actually enjoys talking to.

“You ever go down a road and think, wow i’ve been here before...this is a bad idea, but then do it anyways?” She said watching as he took a drink. “Yeah, that was me. So now i’m drinking my sorrows away and apparently being as cliche as a old country song.” Leaning back against the couch, the brunette closed her eyes and sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was be mad, but the alcohol flowing through her veins was telling her to get pissed. “And right now, I just wanna do something stupid.” 

that was a lie

she knew exactly how she got here. And he was god knows somewhere else, probably giving her a taste of her own medicine. Grabbing the whiskey bottle on the table, the brunette took a swig and sighed. “Why is life so complicated? Like when did it turn into this giant fucking shit show?” @ridereblogs​

biked is parked and he had noticed the woman coming out from a bit away. the town seems on edge more than usual. understandably so. hearing she had been on the phone, he was lighter on his feet as he approached her. the abrupt reaction has con taking half a step back and his hands come up, showing empty palms to her.  “hey, mick. just me.”  just me as if he isn’t a danger. well, to her, isn’t.

“you good?”  connor questions and his head tilts.  his chin lifts slightly as h glances at the phone in her hand, a silent inquisition to hte conversation she had been having. or partially having, she had not been very responsive as he came up to her. his hands slip into the pockets of his jacket and his gaze is kept on mikayla. 

“Yeah!” Mick said forcing a smile on her face. “People just need to wear bells because I swear to god all of you guys are as silent as a ghost.” Mick hoped that Connor would bite and leave it alone. Noticing the glance at her phone, the woman quickly shoved it into her back pocket. 

“What’s up love?” She asked quickly as she leaned against the car with her arms crossed, forcing the smile on her face. 

TRUTH BE TOLD, HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO NAVIGATE THIS. It was different now that they’d been together, that they had whispered I love you’s just as easily as they had an entire decade before. He didn’t feel as angry, and as hopeless as he’d once been. There was something there, and while he wanted to know better - he wanted to tell himself that it was all bullshit, that she was just as likely to abandon him again, he couldn’t. So, maybe that was why he’d shown up here, sought her out on purpose, because even without words, seeing her was enough.  “Mikayla.”  He chided at her when she tried to pass off that horrible lie, shaking his head. “You know you never could lie worth a fuck.”  Maybe she just couldn’t lie to him, but whatever it was, he would certainly take it. 

He looked at her knowingly when she attempted to change the subject, a clear indication that the distraction wasn’t quite going to work. “Let’s take a walk.”  He wasn’t going to expose her, or himself for that matter, here. Head nodded toward the door, and he didn’t wait for her to agree, he just started walking to it. Once they were outside, he shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about, I’m just glad you didn’t leave again.”  Admitted, looking over to her as hands were shoved in his pockets, in part to keep from touching her, as he desperately wanted to do. “But, how about you start talking…something’s wrong and I know it, even if you are playing betty badass for those dumb ass cops in there.” ACCUSATION WAS LIGHT, BUT STILL THERE, AND MAKE NO MISTAKE, HE WASN’T GOING TO JUST LET THIS GO.

“You could never lie worth a fuck.”

If anyone knew Mick, it was Caiden. He knew every inch, every expression, everything. And as much as she hated it, it was how they were always so in sync. When he mentioned that they go take a walk, all the woman could do was nod. She had hopped that changing the subject would help, but Cai was stubborn as a mule. 

As they walked, Mick tried not to show that she was nervous. It was weird that she was hiding this from him when they had just been together so intimately just a few days before. “Hey, for your information I am betty badass.” She said with a a slight grin. The air was warm as the sun was starting to set outside. Mick stayed quiet for a few more moment, but she knew that Caiden wouldn’t just let it drop. Looking over at him, she tried to be discrete as she looked at him. They had both changed in the years that she had been gone, but he seemed to keep the boyish charm that he always had. Probably was why he was able to get out of trouble. But he was still the same guy that she had fallen in love with as a teenager. 

CAIDEN HAD NEVER TRULY EXPECTED A WARM WELCOME FROM MICK, even after their reunion. He didn’t expect this either, though. The way she seemed entirely too jumpy, the look of real concern on her face. He knew her well, very well, and that was enough to put him on edge, to allow his own worry to come front as center as he tried to collect himself. In that time, brows furrowed while he squinted at her, trying to pick up a hint as to what was making her seem so out of place, but there was none. Nothing to tell him the who, what or why that was behind this. It was a giant pain in the ass, because that meant he was going to have to ask. 

“What’s your problem, officer?”  Granted, he’d come to ask something a lot more important, but his priorities easily shifted, as they always did with her. She would always be the one thing that demanded his attention, commanded it really, because he needed both her and this, he knew that now that he’d had such a well involved chance to have it a few days prior. That memory brought a clear grin to features, hand reaching up to allow fingers to ghost his neck almost subconsciously before adding. “I MEAN, OTHER THAN THE ONES I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT.” 

Mick hadn’t talked to Cai since the day that everything had happened. Not that she didn’t want to, it’s just she honestly had no clue what to day to him. But with the phone call she just got, it was yet another reason to keep him at arms length. Forcing a smile she shook her head slightly as her shoulders shrugged. “Nothing, just had a long day is all.” Mick knew that it was a terrible lie, but what was she supposed to do, tell him that this guy she went on a few dates with might be stalking her?

“Hey sorry I didn’t call you after...well everything.” She said quickly. Hopefully a change of subject would get him to stop asking questions. “I honestly didn’t think you wanted to talk to me afterwards, but it seems like you sought me out so, what’s up?” Mick noticed some of the stares she got from co workers but she didn’t care. The fact that he wasn’t talking to her with malice in his voice made her happy. 

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She had reached her car when she felt a tap on her shoulder, and Mick felt like she had jumped almost 30 feet. “What the hell?” The woman yelled as she turned around. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” 

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IT BECAME VERY CLEAR THAT THEY NEEDED their bodies to say all the things that just wouldn’t come. He was content to do just that, too. There was no fighting the desire, the pull, and the minute that she had invited him in, he would gladly capitalize on the opportunity. Hand snaked around familiar waist, fingers spread across the small of her back as if trying to force the pair of them closer together - he needed to feel her, closer, pressed against him as a reminder of how well they fit; how right they were together. 

Mouth opened with what should have been a need, but instead it was a demand, tongue granted access to hers and intent on tasting exactly what he had been missing for over a decade. She was just as sweet, and just as intoxicating as she had been then, only now there was the added benefit of missing her, of knowing what it was like without Mikayla Kyle, and knowing that he’d never kiss anyone else quite like this. Caiden intended to kiss her until he couldn’t anymore, until one of them needed to part for breath, unconsciously WALKING HER BACKWARDS SO HE COULD SANDWICH HER AGAINST HER CAR.

She felt her back hit the car but Mick didn’t care. All she cared about was the taste of his lips on hers, the feel of his hands on her skin. Moving her hands from his neck to his shoulders, she moved his jacket off of him, never breaking contact with their lips. The woman felt that if she did, she would wake up and this would all just be a dream that she had again. The same feeling of happiness that came right before the world woke her and she realized that she was alone again. 

Her hands moved back up to his neck, pulling gently at the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling when it made him grab her closer. That’s all Mick wanted was to be closer to him again. Sixteen years of missing him was spilling over as she nipped at his bottom lip and finally pulled away to pull his shirt off. It was almost as if they were teenagers again, not caring who saw them do what in public. 

“Caiden...I need you.” The whisper would of been missed if it wasn’t for her lips next to his ear when she said it. The growing need for him was too much for her to ignore and if she regretted it in the morning, then so be it.