not team green or black.. just a slut for Daemon

“Oh, that was much needed,” she gasped, pressing the cool empty glass to her neck, the condensation rolling down her skin.  “It’s too bad we don’t have a pool, even just one of those kiddie ones,” she sighed.

"That would be nice, I could see about buyin' us one, I s’pose," Michael mused, grunting as he smacked at a mosquito that had landed on his neck. "I gotta mend the window screen too, can't stand these fuckers,” he huffed.

“They bite yeh cause you’re so sweet,” Win teased, earning a wry look in return.

After a few minutes of trying to get more comfortable, Win let out a frustrated groan, annoyed that she couldn’t crawl into Michael’s lap or drape herself over him like usual–with the already sticky, oppressive heat, his added body heat would only make things more unbearable.

“This is fuckin’ torture,” she whined, dropping her head back against the couch cushion.

"You want me t’hose yeh down?  At least cool yeh off a bit," Michael suggested.  "Or I guess we could take a cold shower.  I can barely think with all this heat."

Win’s lips twitched at his suggestion.  "Mmm, that sounds fun!  Let's go hose down in the back yard!" she exclaimed, scrambling off the couch to throw something on before heading outside, snatching Michael’s discarded tank top as she went, its hem brushing the tops of her thighs.

"Crumbs..." Michael sighed playfully as she covered up, pulling his shorts back on and following her out the sliding door to the little side yard.  Kneeling by the tap, he connected the hose and twisted the faucet on.

The moon had come out from behind some clouds to illuminate the night, and a few houses down, Win could hear kids laughing and playing, even at that hour.

“Okay, I’m ready, Mick.  Get me wet,” she joked, holding open her arms in preparation.

"I do that so often, I'm practically an expert," he laughed, pointing the hose at her.  

As the cold water hit her, Win let out a playful shriek.  “Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” she exclaimed, pushing her hair from her face, Michael’s oversized tanktop clinging wetly to her body.

Noticing her stiffened nipples beneath the fabric, Michael smirked.  “Damn… look who could win a wet t-shirt contest,” he teased, bringing a breathless laugh to her lips.

"Want me t’do you?" she asked, reaching for the hose.

"Always want you t’do me..." Michael drawled, giving her a cheeky wink.  "Go on then." 

"You fuckin’ berk," Win huffed, rolling her eyes as she sprayed him down, getting him nice and soaked before turning off the faucet.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he groaned, shaking the water from his curls before slicking them back once more.

“No kiddin’,” Win agreed, letting her gaze drift around the tiny back yard, finally noticing the gently flickering lights floating above the grass all around them.  “Look,” she breathed, “fireflies.”

Michael quieted, following her eyes, a sense of childlike wonder warming him from inside.  It had been so long since he’d remembered seeing lightning bugs, or at least truly paying attention to them.

"Oh!" Win gasped as one of the little bugs landed on her arm, glowing softly.  "That tickles," she giggled, lifting her arm so Michael could see.

"Look at this little fella," he murmured, leaning in for a closer look, a soft smile gracing his face.  "When I was little, I used to think they were fairies.  I’d make wishes on ‘em,” he admitted, carefully placing his hand in front of the firefly, letting it crawl over his finger.

"And what would you wish for now?" Win murmured, giving a small start as another firefly hovered in front her face and she carefully reached out to cup her hands around it.

"I dunno... maybe money, to travel or somethin’,” Michael mused, brows pinching in thought.  “I pretty much got everything else covered already.  Got my beautiful baby, got my beautiful girl, got a home and food…"  He smiled softly.  "And you?  What would you want?"

"Hmm, I dunno either, I'm pretty happy too," Win replied.  "I guess, I'd wish I didn’t hafta work ever again," she decided with a laugh, watching the little bug take off and float away.  "Then I could spend more time with you," she breathed.

"Hear that, little guy?  Make it so my girl doesn't have t'work," Michael whispered before the firefly on his finger flew away as well.  "I think he got the message, might as well tell his fairy friends,” he joked.

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” Win murmured, smiling softly as she watched the lightning bugs flash at each other as if they were talking.

“I think it’s finally starting to cool off a little,” she noticed, slipping an arm around Michael’s waist to lean into his side.

"Yeah, wanna dry off and have a pint of ice cream?" Michael offered.  "As much as I love seein' you in a wet tank top... maybe you shouldn't be in soaked knickers for too long."

“Yeah,” Win agreed, wringing out the edge of her shirt.  “Let’s go get dry.”

Michael rushed upstairs to grab a couple towels and threw one at her playfully as he rejoined her in the kitchen.  "Lucky for you, I got a couple of fresh pints at the shops."

“Ooh!  Did you get any mint chocolate chip?” Win asked, rubbing the towel over her hair.

"Course... I got your ghastly toothpaste ice cream," Michael snorted, drying himself quickly and wrapping the towel around his waist before pulling open the freezer door for their ice cream.

"It does not taste like toothpaste!" Win gasped indignantly, peeling off her shirt and knickers and hanging them over the edge of one of the kitchen chairs before wrapping her towel around herself as well.

"Yeah alright..." Michael teased doubtfully, handing her the pint of mint chocolate chip and grabbing the neopolitan ice cream for himself.  "In solidarity to your taste buds, I'm lettin' you pick what we watch."

"Fair enough," Win chuckled, fetching them each a spoon.  "Would it be lame t'say I kinda wanna watch the fireflies a little longer?" she asked, glancing at the sliding glass door and the slow flashes that lit up the growing darkness.

"Aw love, s’not lame.  S’the cutest thing in the world," Michael murmured, taking a seat at the kitchen table and pulling her into his lap.

“Charmer,” Win breathed, leaning against his shoulder as she took a spoonful of ice cream, licking her spoon slowly.  “Y’sure you don’t wanna taste?” she asked, offering him a bite.

Michael peered at her spoon doubtfully before giving in.  "Alright, I'll give it a chance, but if I'm scarred for life, that's your fault," he huffed, opening his mouth to accept the bite.  Swallowing, he narrowed his eyes for a little bit, deliberating.  "Hmm s’not that bad,” he decided.  “Wanna try mine?"

Win nodded, opening her mouth expectantly.  Instead of guiding the spoon to her lips, he touched it to the tip of her nose, leaving a smear of chocolate behind.

“You wanker!” she gasped, giving his shoulder a shove as he let out a laugh.

“C’mere,” he murmured, leaning in to lick the ice cream from her nose before kissing it.

Win wrinkled her nose and stole a bite of his ice cream with her own spoon, sobering as she licked her lips.  “I love yeh, Mick,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"I love you more," he whispered back, looking deep into her eyes for a moment instead of at the fireflies behind her.  "Forever."