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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Dinner went smoothly, in fact, Jackie was looking forward to seeing Michele's work. The two were getting on quite well by the evening's end.

Michele glanced at Alex, listening to Bonnie snore in the back seat as they headed home. "That was... fun."

Alex glanced at her, smiling slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Mm. I'm glad your mom didn't hate me. She's really nice though... but the pot roast? I don't think it's physically possible to eat as much as she served me." Michele smiled back at him.

He chuckled softly, "Yeah... I didn't know Annie was going to be there. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed her."

"She's cool too." Michele smiled. "I'm glad she wasn't offended about the makeup...."

Alex smiled softly, "Annie's not stupid... She knows when to give in."

“Alex?”

"Yeah?"

“Are you staying with me tonight?"

"If you want me to."

"Of course I want you too." Michele blinked. "Sneeze..." She covered her mouth just in time, sneezing hard three times in a row.

Alex glanced at her again, "Are you okay?"

Michele nodded. "Sorry."

He shook his head, "Don't be."

"Mm." She shrugged. "I didn't know your mom owned an art gallery..."

"With my aunt... It's part of the reason Gia got into the art school... Because Mom had an influence on their liberal arts section."

"Cool." Michele shrugged. "What do you want to do when we get home?"

"I dunno." Alex's brow furrowed slightly. "I'll have to look up Dad's number tomorrow or something..."

"Could you find it on the internet?"

"I think so. Janet might have it... She invited him to her wedding, but he never got back to her..."

"Oh." Michele bit her lip, unsure of what to say. "How is Janet?"

"She's alright, I guess." Alex shrugged, "I haven't really heard from her."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Michele bit her lip, looking out the window.

The rest of the trip was made in relative silence, the quiet only breaking when Alex pulled into the apartment building's parking lot and Bonnie barked.

Michele jumped, glancing at the dog. "Hush, you."

Bonnie woofed, trying to lick at her mistress as Alex parked in the guest parking space.

Michele wrinkled her nose as the dog licked her ear. "Bonnie!"

Alex's lips quirked, and he unbuckled his seatbelt, the dog's attention turning to the car door.

"Do you want to get her, or should I?" Michele unbuckled as well, climbing out.

"I'll get her." Alex climbed out of the car, opening the back door and grabbing Bonnie's leash.

"Thanks." Michele bit her lip watching as the dog jumped up on Alex, rather than out of the car.

Alex cursed, nearly dropping Bonnie as her unexpected weight sent him to the ground.

"Oh my God! Alex!" Michele hurried around the car, kneeling next to him. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Did the ground hurt you? Bonnie, move!" She took the leash, wrapping it around her wrist as she moved the dog out of the way.

Alex slowly got to his feet, rubbing his butt where he'd made connection with the concrete. "I'm okay... just... Bruised."

"Are you sure? I'm sorry, I should have gotten her..." Michele bit her lip. "Do you want brownies? I'll make brownies... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Alex shot her a small smile, grabbing his keys and locking the car. Ow...

Bonnie barked, pressing her nose into Alex's hand.

Michele chewed at her lip. "I don't know what to say..."

Alex shook his head, shutting his door. "It's okay, Sweetheart. Seriously."

She adjusted her purse, leaning up to brush her lips over his.

He returned the brush of lips, letting her pull away first. "Let's get inside..."

Michele nodded. "Yup. I think Bonnie's hungry." She offered her hand to Alex.

He took it, and they moved inside.

Michele unlocked her apartment, unhooking Bonnie as she entered. "Go lay down."

Alex watched the vizsla trot over to her bed, shutting the apartment door behind himself as Michele set down Bonnie's leash.

Michele pushed her hair back, giving Alex a shy look. "Hi."

He smiled slightly, "Hi."

She set down her purse. "I should feed Bonnie..."

He nodded, "Yeah... I'll be in the bathroom, okay?"

"Of course. Mi baño es tu baño.” She smiled. "Meet me in the kitchen when you're done?"

"Yeah." He smiled back, moving into the bathroom. She spoke Spanish?

Michele walked into the kitchen, rubbing the back of her neck before feeding and watering the dog. Hm... She should change... She walked back to her bedroom, pulling the blouse off over her head.

Alex washed his hands when he was finished, rubbing his face with his hands still wet. What time was it? It couldn't be that late... maybe eight...

Michele pulled out a pair of pajama pants Alex had bought her along with his old hoodie. This would be so much more comfortable...

Alex stepped out of the bathroom, unbuttoning his cuffs as he glanced around the living room. He didn't hear anything from the kitchen... "Sweetheart?"

"In the bedroom!" She called, tugging off her skirt.

He nodded, finishing the last button. His sleeves hung loose around his arms, and he stepped towards the bedroom.

Well that was smart... she'd folded the pajama pants inside out. She sighed, starting to turn them right side out.

Alex leaned against the bedroom door jam, his arms folding loosely over his stomach as he watched her.

She bit her lip. "Alex? I thoug-" Michele froze, having glanced up. "Oh. There you are..." Whoa. His eyes were all... intense... and he looked so... so...

He didn't move, save for shifting slightly against the hard wall. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Um..." Michele glanced at her alarm clock. "8:11.... why?"

Alex shrugged, straightening, his arms falling back to his sides. "I thought so... just wanted to be sure."

"Oh... okay." Michele bent, starting to step into the pants.

He moved into the room, sitting comfortably on the bed.

She blushed, pulling the pants up and tying the drawstring at her waist.

His lips quirked, and he tilted his head. "What's the blush for, Sweetheart?"

Besides the naughty thoughts floating through her head right now? Oh boy. "Um... cause I'm getting dressed in front of you?" She reached behind her, undoing her bra.

He raised a brow, "You've done that before..."

"Well... you weren't *watching* watching." Michele threw the bra into the laundry basket. "Can you hand me my hoodie, please?"

No... He smiled, picking up the shirt and handing it to her. He hadn't been watching before. He'd been distracting her.

She bit her lip, tugging it on. "So..."

"So?" He looked up at her, still smiling.

"So... what are we doing?"

"Well... that depends."

"On?"

"What we want to be doing."

"What do you want to be doing?"

"I'm still considering how to phrase it."

Michele quirked a brow. "Phrase what?"

“What I want to be doing." Alex smiled, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

She furrowed her brow. "Spit it out, Alex."

"You, Sweetheart. I want to be doing you." He rolled his eyes inwardly. God, did he sound like Jason, or was it just him?

Michele blushed again. "Oh. Okay."

"Okay?"

Michele bit her lip. "Well.... yeah?"

Alex stood from the bed, "Yeah as in that's what you want to be doing too, or just yeah?"

"The okay went for the first answer, the yeah for the second." Michele pushed her hair back again, biting the corner of her lip.

"Ah." He moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a gentle hug. "You okay, Sweetheart?"

She hugged him back. "Mm. Yes... I just don't understand..."

"Understand what?"

"Why you let me get all dressed if you had ulterior motives..." Her eyes teased.

He blinked, then chuckled softly. "So I could get you undressed again..."

She shivered at the sound. "Ah... but that requires effort..."

"It's the good kind of effort..." His hands slid over her back, and he brushed his lips over hers.

Michele swallowed, her tummy tightening. "If you say so..."

Alex smiled slightly, slipping a hand into the sweater. "Alright..."

She shivered, kissing his jaw. "Your hands are cold..."

He raised his hand slightly, letting it hover over her skin. "Sorry..."

"Mm... it's okay..." She pressed his hand to her through her sweater.

He brushed his lips over hers again, his hand sliding over her skin. "Good..."

She made a small noise in her throat, her hands moving to his shoulders.

He nipped gently at her jaw, pulling her closer to him.

She made another small noise. "Alex..."

"Mm?"

"Touch me? Please?"

He kissed the small red mark, a slight quirk tugging at his lips. "Where?"

"Gu...Guess?"

He smoothed his hand over her back, sliding it around to the front.

Michele shivered, biting her lip as she kissed his neck.

Alex swallowed, moving his hand up.

Her breasts tightened in anticipation and she carefully scraped her teeth over his pulse.

He made a noise in his throat, cupping her breast gently.

She whimpered, pressing into his hand as she sucked at his neck.

He tilted his head for her, thumb teasing her nipple.

"Alex..." She nibbled a line to his collarbone, her fingers starting to undo his shirt.

He swallowed again, "Yes...?"

"That's... good..." Her hands smoothed over his chest under the open edges of his shirt.

He shivered, fingers pinching lightly.

She moaned, her back arching.

He pulled back, tugging the hoodie over her head.

She swallowed, blinking at him as he tossed the hoodie on her dresser. "It's cold..."

He closed the distance between them again, "I'm sorry..."

She pushed at his shirt. "It's okay..."

He let it slide off his arms, and it fell to the floor in a wrinkled heap.

Michele bit her lip, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Alex kissed the corner of her mouth, his arms sliding around her waist. "Bed, or...?"

"Or...?" She blinked. "Or what?"

"Or somewhere else."

"Like?"

He shrugged, "You said something about trying the door when we were at my apartment..."

She bit her lip. "Do you want to try that?"

"If you do."

Michele pressed her mouth to his for a second. "You'd be doing the work..."

"That's okay." Alex smiled slightly, brushing a kiss over her lips.

Michele pressed her mouth to his. "Sounds good then..."

"Good..." He moved his hands to her hips, easing the pajama bottoms down after undoing the drawstring.

She shivered, biting her lip.

He pushed the pants down, watching her as she stepped out of them.

She chewed at her lip, standing there in just her panties. "You're... all dressed..."

He nodded slowly, "That can be fixed..."

"Something wrong, Scooby?"

He shook his head, lips twitching. Scooby?

She blushed, glancing at the floor.

He tilted her head up, brushing her lips over hers. "Are you alright, Sweetheart?"

"Mmhm..." She offered him a small smile.

"Okay..." He smiled slightly back. "I love you."

"I love you too...." She pressed herself against him, kissing where his neck joined his shoulder.

He swallowed, wrapping his arms around her.

"Mm..." Her hands slid down his chest, undoing his belt buckle.

Alex shivered, muscles tightening.

Michele frowned as the fly of his pants stuck. "Alex... you'd better finish this…“

He blinked, "Okay..." He moved his hands to his fly, working the zipper down carefully.

She bit her lip, watching his hands move. "Sorry... I didn't want to hurt you…”

"It's alright." He smiled softly.

She slid her hands into his pants, pushing them down and off his hips.

"Scooby Doo boxer shorts? Very stripper-esque."

He grinned, "I thought so too..."

She laughed, snapping the waistband as he stepped out of the pants.

He jumped, shooting a mock-scowl at her.

"Aw... don't be mad, Scooby..." She smirked.

He stuck his tongue out at her, reaching over to snap her panties.

She shrieked, trying to dodge his hand.

He caught her by the hip, snapping the elastic teasingly.

She shivered. "Bad Scooby!”

"Woof." He smirked, brushing his lips over hers.

She nipped his lower lip, trying not to laugh.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, smiling.

She slid her hand down his chest, her fingers tucking into his waistband.

He shivered, his hands resting on her hips again.

She swallowed, rubbing her chest over his. "Alex..."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter to him. "Yes?"

Michele wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing her mouth over his.

Alex returned the brush, nibbling gently at her lower lip.

She whimpered, shifting her hips.

He made a noise in his throat, pressing his hips into hers.

She pulled back, kissing his jaw.

He turned his head for her, swallowing.

Michele kissed to the spot behind his ear, nuzzling softly as her hand slid into his boxers.

He bit his lips, shifting his hips against her hand.

Her thumb stroked his hip, and she licked along his collarbone.

He shivered, a whimper rising in his throat.

She paused. "Should I stop?"

"No..." Alex shook his head, blinking down at her.

She offered him a small smile, kissing down a bit to his nipple.

He moaned, pressing into her as she pulled the small nub into her mouth.

She shivered at the sound, laving at it with her tongue.

His back arched slightly, and his hands slid down to her hips.

Michele kissed over to his other nipple, her hand shifting slightly within his boxers like she wanted to touch him, but was unsure.

Alex swallowed again, fighting the urge to groan in frustration. He moved his hips, brushing against her fingertips.

Her hand grasped him, and she pressed her face to his chest, her eyes shutting. Now what? She bit her lip, stroking him carefully.

He moaned, his hips moving with her hand. His hands tightened on her hips for a moment before he forced them to loosen. God...

She blinked, lifting her hand as she stroked him again.

He shut his eyes, trying to keep his knees from giving out as he pressed into her hand.

Michele bit her lip, watching his face for a moment before sucking his nipple into her mouth again, her hand tightening the slightest bit.

A surprised moan escaped him, and Alex blinked open his eyes, staring down at her.

She circled the nub with her tongue, concentrating on the feel and taste of his skin.

He groaned, "I... Michele..."

She paused, lifting her head to look at him.

"I'm going to fall..."

"Should... should I stop?"

"No... I just need to move..."

She licked her lips, "To where?"

"Somewhere stable..." He swallowed.

"The... the bed?" Honestly, it was the only place her head was coming up with at the moment.

He nodded, slowly pulling away from her.

Michele pressed her hands to her stomach, following him to the bed. "Was... was I doing it right?"

Alex tugged off his boxers, looking up at her as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Yeah..." He smiled, "It was great."

"You're sure? Cause... I've never... done it... I mean, that... I-" She blushed.

"It was perfect, Sweetheart." He reached out, pulling her gently down onto the bed.

She tucked her leg under her as she sat, biting her lip. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be all... insecure-ish... and stuff."

"It's okay." He rubbed her back soothingly, "Don't worry about it."

She hugged him, kissing his jaw. "I like that, though... I mean, touching you."

He kissed the soft spot behind her ear, hugging her back. "Why's that?"

She shivered slightly. "Why do I like touching you?"

"Yeah..."

"Because..." She sat up slightly. "You're... so different from me... all hard where I'm soft... and smooth... like... velvet..." Her gaze dropped to his lap for a second. "And you make... these little noises..."

He blushed faintly, his arms still wrapped around her. Well... what could he say to that? "Do I get a chance to touch you too?"

Michele blinked. "Well... I... of course. If you want to. I'd never not let you, if that was what you wanted."

Alex brushed his lips over hers, "Now?"

She nodded, her hand sliding over his chest.

He shivered, pressing a kiss to her lips and lowering her slowly back onto the bed.

Her tummy trembled as she kissed him back, her hand sliding into his hair.

He ran his tongue lightly over her lower lip, resting a hand at her hip, the other bracing his weight.

Michele parted her lips, sliding a hand down his back.

He deepened the kiss, his hand pushing her panties down slightly.

She shivered, her tongue caressing his.

Alex slid his hand back, forcing her hips up a bit as he pulled the panties farther down.

Michele broke the kiss, blinking up at him. "Should I... just lift my hips?"

"Please." He smiled slightly in thanks.

She lifted her hips, helping push the panties down.

"Thanks, Sweetheart." He brushed his lips over hers again before moving to remove the garment from her.

She shivered again. "No... no problem."

He kissed the dainty butterfly at her hip, dropping her panties over the edge of the bed.

She swallowed, looking down at him. "You always do that..."

"Do I?" He blinked, cupping her hip and brushing his thumb over the tattoo.

"I.... mmhm." She bit her lip, fighting back another shiver.

"Do you mind?"

She frowned slightly. "Why would I mind?" She propped herself up on her elbows.

He shrugged, moving to brush his lips over hers.

Michele pressed her mouth to his for a second before for admitting, "I... like it, actually. Please don't stop doing it because I commented on it."

Alex smiled slightly, brushing his lips over hers again. "I won't..."

She hugged him. "Thank you."

"No problem." He pressed a kiss to her neck. "I love you."

She shivered, brushing her lips along his jaw. "I love you too..."

He slipped a knee between hers, nipping gently at her pulse.

She whimpered softly. "Alex..."

"Yeah?" He raised his head, looking at her as he settled between her thighs.

She pressed her mouth against his, her hands stroking his shoulders.

He parted his lips for her, sliding a hand between them.

Michele made a small noise, feeling his hand at the apex of her thighs. She swallowed, deepening the kiss,.

Alex brushed his tongue over hers, fingers parting her folds easily.

She moaned, trying not to squirm.

He brushed his fingers lightly over her clitoris, then back, spreading her wetness.

Michele broke the kiss, rocking her hips with a whimper.

Alex kissed her jaw, sliding a finger into her.

She closed her eyes, biting back another sound. He felt... oh....

He moved his finger in small thrusting movements, adding another a moment later.

"Alex..." She moaned his name, gripping his fingers.

"Yeah...?" He looked up at her, pausing.

She blinked at him, licking her lips. "Please..."

He pulled his fingers from her, shifting slightly to press against her entrance. "Now?"

Michele paused. "Wait... I... you need a condom?"

Alex blinked, then cursed.

She kissed his jaw. "It's okay. I... do you want to try the door?"

"If you want to..." He moved off of her, looking around for his pants. Dammit... his wallet was in there...

She sat up, furrowing her brow. "It's up to you."

He reached out, grabbing them off the floor and tugging out his wallet. "I wouldn't mind... we don't have to, but-"

She stroked a hand down his back. "Scooby, I'll take you anyway I can get you." Michele paused again, blushing.

Alex chuckled, turning to look at her as he opened his wallet. "Do you mind if we try the door?"

She shook her head. "I... no. I mean, I don't mind."

"Okay." He smiled, pulling out the condom.

She watched as he slid it on. Michele swallowed, reaching over to brush a hand up his thigh.

He shifted slightly, biting the inside of his cheek. "Michele..."

She met his gaze, her hand pausing. "Please?"

He nodded, swallowing.

Michele kissed his neck, grabbing his shoulder. "I.... I shouldn't. I could hurt the condom. And..."

"Yeah..." Alex shivered, standing and helping her from the bed.

She took his hand, biting her lip.

His brow furrowed, "Something wrong, Sweetheart?"

She shook her head, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "No. I just was thinking about something... I mean, I'll need to do some... romance novel shopping but..."

He blinked, "Romance novel shopping?"

She blushed. "I... want to taste you... but I have no idea..." She swallowed. "Romance novels have some very good information in them... I mean, that's where I learned the birds and the bees... and I'm shutting up." Michele looked down.

He chuckled softly, tilting her head back up and brushing his lips over hers. "It's okay..." He slipped his arms around her waist, "We can go tomorrow or something..."

She looked up at him, her face still bright red. "I sound stupid..."

He shook his head, "You might, if you keep on that track, but you don't sound stupid now."

"I just... normal people would ask a friend.... or something for advice. I don't have anyone I can ask about it, other than you, and... I'd rather not go into it completely blind-"

Alex leaned down, catching her lips with his.

Oh. Michele blinked, kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him.

He parted her lips with his, willing his mind to empty. She didn't have friends? Why hadn't he noticed before? He'd lived with women for most of his life... there had always been friends over, most of them female. He'd never noticed that at Michele's... it was always quiet and... Dammit. He wanted her to be happy, not...

Michele whimpered, meeting his tongue with hers as her fingers found his nipple.

Alex made a noise in his throat, slowly backing her towards the door.

She swallowed, feeling the cool wood against her skin.

He broke the kiss, nipping a gentle line down her jaw.

Michele moaned, tilting her head.

Alex skipped over her neck, moving down past her collarbone.

She shivered, blinking at him as his mouth caressed her skin.

He trailed his mouth down to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Michele's back arched with a low moan, and she grabbed at him.

Alex caressed the nub teasingly with his tongue, scraping his teeth over it.

She made a soft sound in her throat, watching his mouth on her breast.

He brought a hand up to her other breast, stroking her nipple into a hard peak.

"Al... Alex..." She swallowed, stroking his shoulders.

"Mm?" He shivered, looking up at her.

"Please..."

He pulled back, straightening. "Okay..."

She blinked, leaning heavily against the door as she watched him.

He moved his hand back to her hip, "I need to pick you up..."

Michele nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, picking her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him press her into the door.

"Ready...?" He bit his lip, looking up at her.

She shifted her hips against him as he positioned himself. "Yes... please."

He pushed into her, a moan escaping him when he was fully inside.

Michele writhed, her back arching. "Alex!"

Alex held still for a moment, letting her get used to the position before pulling out of her to begin his thrusts.

She whimpered against him, rocking her hips the best she could.

He slid his hands to her bum, helping her move in time with him.

She kissed his jaw, then the corner of his mouth as she let her hands stroke his chest.

He shivered under her touch, tilting his hips slightly as he thrust.

Michele moaned. She was nearing her peak already.

Alex groaned as she began to tighten around him, his movements picking up speed.

She closed her eyes, burying her face in his neck, her movements growing more frantic. She needed...

He met her hips with his, his climax lurking just under the surface.

She ground down against him, kissing his pulse before sucking at the bit of skin there. So close...

He ground back against her, hitting her clitoris hard as he did so.

Michele came, a soft shriek escaping her as her hips bucked.

Alex froze, then thrust deep into her as he came.

She whimpered as she came down. "Alex..."

He swallowed, pressing his face into her neck. "Mm...?"

"Love you..." She swallowed, kissing his shoulder.

"Love you too..." He pulled out of her, letting her drop gently back onto her feet.

She leaned into the door, blinking at him. "Alex?"

"Yeah?" He raised a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I like the door."

He smiled, "Me too."

She took a shaky step forward. "Are you tired?"

"A bit..."

She smiled. "Can we grab something to eat? I know, I ate a lot at your mom's but I'm hungry now."

He smiled back, "Sure... let me get rid of this, okay?" He gestured down at the soiled condom.

Michele kissed his cheek. "Of course."

Alex moved towards the bathroom, taking the used condom off carefully. He dropped it into the bathroom trash, shutting the door softly behind him.

Reaching for a tissue to clean himself, he froze, catching site of the small calendar in the corner. Wait... he knew that date. Why did it seem familiar to him...? He blinked, cleaning himself off as he thought. It was important, otherwise he wouldn't have lingered on it. Had he missed something? Anniversary? Holiday? Birthday?

He nearly slipped as he dropped the tissue into the trash. Fuck! It was Michele's birthday, and he'd completely forgotten!

Michele blinked as she heard the curse from her bathroom. She from, straightening from looking in the fridge. "Alex? Are you okay?"

"Oh... Um... Yeah. Sorry! Just remembered... something..." Alex washed his hands, running them through his hair without drying. He sighed, leaning against the counter and rubbing his face. What the hell was he going to do? He had to do something... What time was it? He glanced around the room. Damn. No clock. Maybe... maybe he could plan something for the morning...

Michele bit her lip. "Okay. Would you like a brownie sundae? I bought the stuff because... um... I was craving it."

"Sure." Alex opened the bathroom door, stepping out quietly. The movies wouldn't work... dinner, maybe? Something special...

She pulled out the ice cream from the fridge, the kind with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, before getting out the whip cream and cherries.

He moved into the kitchen. What would she want for her birthday? He'd never asked... Art supplies, maybe? She seemed to have a lot, though...

"Alex? Can you cut up the brownies?"

"Hmm?" He blinked, looking up. "Oh. Yeah..." He offered her a small smile, moving to the covered sheet that held the brownie. "How big do you want the pieces?"

Michele bit her lip. Something was wrong. "If you're really tired, we can go to bed... We don't have to eat."

He shook his head, uncovering the brownies. "I'm not that tired, Sweetheart."

She looked down, opening the ice cream. "Okay."

Should he just admit defeat? Tell her he'd forgot? Alex bit his lip, opening a drawer and pulling out a butter knife. Dammit...

Michele reached over, grabbing the ice cream scoop from the utensils jar on the counter. "Vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry?" She asked, reaching up to grab two bowls from the cabinet.

"Either." He started cutting, worrying at his lip. Alright... He'd tell her. But how would she react? It wasn't like him to forget birthdays...

She swallowed. "Um... the brownies go in first..."

"Alright... Can you hand me the bowls?"

She passed them to him, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and chewing at it. "Have.... have I done something that upset you?"

He blinked, setting the bowls onto the counter. "No... I just remembered something I shouldn't have forgotten."

“Oh." She paused, pushing her hair back. "I'll be right back. I... have to go to the bathroom."

He nodded, sighing softly as the bathroom door closed. God fucking dammit...

Michele sighed, going to the bathroom... and discovered she'd started her period. Great. She wasn't wearing any clothes... and she didn't want... Damn it. "Alex!"

He jumped slightly, "Yeah?"

She bit her lip. "Can you grab me some pjs? And... the grocery bag on the couch?"

"Yeah..." Alex blinked, moving into the other room and grabbing the bag.

A few moments later she heard him knock on the door. "You can just set it outside... I'll grab it in a second."

"Alright..." He frowned, moving back into the kitchen. What the hell...?

Michele emerged several minutes later, chewing at her lip. "Um... thanks... for the... um... stuff."

"No problem..." He ran a hand through his hair, brow furrowed.

She blushed. "I started my period." She looked at the floor, poking a flower on the linoleum with a toe.

"Oh..." He blinked. Why hadn't he thought of that? Dumb ass...

"Sorry." She glanced up. "So... sundaes?"

"You don't need to be sorry." He offered her a smile, "The brownies are in the bowls already."

Michele smiled back at him. "I'm going to have chocolate and strawberry on mine. What about you?"

"Sounds good to me. Should I dish up the ice cream? It should be soft by now."

"Sure. Um... do you want nuts or sprinkles on yours?"

"Sprinkles."

"Man after my own heart." Michele opened the drawer next to the fridge, pulling out a thing of rainbow sprinkles.

He chuckled, "Thought I'd already gotten that... Where's the ice cream scoop?"

"On the counter. And yup, you've got it... but you know what I meant." She shut the drawer with her hip, looking over at him. "This is going to be a long six days..."

He nodded in agreement, picking up the scoop. "Yeah... what do you want to do for your birthday tomorrow? I'm sorry... I forgot about it today, and..."

Michele paused, setting the sprinkles down on the counter before hugging him. "It's okay. You don't need to do anything for me. This was good enough, being with you today."

Alex hugged her back, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Are you sure?" After all... he'd been an ass in the car, then the whole shirt thing... and his mother... and the problem with his dad, and the house... Damn. He'd have a lot of explaining to do.

She kissed his cheek, "I'm very sure. You're a great birthday present. I guess... you could say I got a stripper for my birthday."

"Too bad I didn't come out of a cake..." He smiled slightly, pulling back enough to look at her.

"Nah... I like brownie sundaes better."

"I'm not popping out of ice cream. I'll have to think of something different..."

Michele laughed. "Don't be silly, Scooby. Though I suppose one could pop out of brownies... Somehow.”

Alex smiled, "There wouldn't be any brownies left to pop out of."

Michele pouted. "You'd eat my birthday brownies?"

"Possibly."

"That's not nice." She sniffed. "See if I make you brownies again."

He pouted, "Aw... please?"

"Nope. Not if you eat my birthday brownies." She paused. "Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"When is your birthday?"

"April third."

"Really? Aries? I'm dating an Aries? Hm...." Michele smiled, watching him start to scoop the ice cream.

"Hm?" Alex glanced at her a moment later, moving to rinse off the ice cream scoop.

"Nothing." She shook her head, opening the whip cream.

He set the scoop down in the sink, watching as she put liberal amounts of whipped cream in each bowl.

Michele paused. "Oh! You do like whipped cream, right? I'm sorry, I should have asked-"

"It's okay." Alex smiled, cutting her off. "I love whipped cream."

"Oh." Michele smiled back. "Me too... Do you like cherries?"

"Of course."

She furrowed her brow, tilting her head. "Why are you blushing?"

Blushing? Was he blushing? Well... it wasn't unlikely, considering... "Um... no reason..."

"Okay..." She picked up the jar of cherries, struggling to open it. "Darn it!"

"Need some help?"

"Please." Michele handed him the jar. "It's stuck."

Alex nodded, struggling with the jar for a second before it opened with a pop.

She grabbed a spoon from the drawer. "Thanks. Do you want more than one?"

"One's good." He tried not to blush. "I'll be right back. Going to grab my boxers..."

"Er... okay?" She blinked, watching him disappear into the other room. Huh. Michele shrugged, adding three cherries to her bowl and one to his. Hm... he could put on his own sprinkles. She opened the shaker, sprinkling her sundae lightly.

He came back out almost a minute later, looking much more comfortable, clad in only his Scooby shorts. "Alright. Sorry."

"It's okay. You can put on your own sprinkles." She smiled at him, grabbing two spoons from the drawer.

He nodded, moving to her side and picking up the sprinkles. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart."

"Thank you," Michele leaned over, hugging him.

"You're welcome." He hugged her back, pulling away and sprinkling his sundae.

"So... do you want to watch TV while we eat our brownie sundaes or?"
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