otherways - Rome - April 2003

[i_vanquish_evil]

Angie pushes her hands into his hair as she rocks hard against him, coming on him, pulling him with her. She tugs on his hair and leans forward to kiss him, hard and hot. "Oh, God, Michael. I love fucking you. Fucking you, making you come, making your back arch, your hair curl. The control over you." She fists her hands in his hair and tugs his head back to attack his neck and he shudders. "Oh... found a good spot, did I?" She laves her tongue over that area of his neck again to get that shudder one more time. She grins against his skin and nips and nibbles, just to hear him groan. "Mmmmm." She moves down his chest with her licking and kissing. "Mmmm. You taste good." One hand still fisted in his hair, the hair at the base of his neck, the long strands wrapped around her fingers and she tugs his head back, arching his neck. "You really are amazing."

Michael, however, doesn't exactly think the same - of himself or her, really. He's felt weird since last year about this time... just after that dream. The dream like the one he had just two weeks ago. Something about a blond guy. He doesn't remember much about it, but he knows that something's off. He doesn't feel right. He also doesn't feel like dealing with Angie anymore right now. "Okay, that's enough. Go. Get out. Leave me alone." He pushes her away, rolling away from her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She slugs him in the arm and finds her fist clamped in his hand. "Ow. You're hurting me."

"That didn't seem to bother you when you were yanking my hair out and punching me. Let me tell you something, don't hit me unless you intend for me to hit back." He shoves her away. "Now get out."

She makes a show of getting dressed and collecting her things. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or did something other than my fingers crawl up your ass?" she snarls at him.

He rolls his eyes. "I just need some space. So, go away. I'll talk to you in a couple days."

She smirks at him and leaves.

******

Showered and dressed, Michael leaves his apartment and takes a walk. Thinking. Thinking about a lot of things. Then something catches his eye and he crosses the street, still thinking. He stands just outside, staring at the little shop, but finally decides to go in.

When he steps out about an hour later, he's clean-shaven and his hair is trimmed close and quite short. You'd have to know him very well to realize it's the same person who walked in an hour ago.

But, he still doesn't feel quite right. One more thing needs to change... the clothes.

He hates shopping. He especially hates shopping for clothes, but he needs to get new things. And wouldn't you know the gentleman at the tailor was more than happy to help Michael find some very nice items. Though Michael had to continuously glare at the man for hitting on him. He charged everything to the Order - he rarely carries money anyway - and left to continue his walk.

He is feeling better, but still not quite right, but he thinks that might be the dream that is still confusing him. He shakes that off and walks down to Trevi Fountain.