newroutines | Creepy Is Subjective Mansion, Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning

Tamsin, on the other hand, had a talent for squeezing herself into any unused space that was being put to good use, here. And the definition of 'unused space' could easily be stretched to cover 'the several inches of air over Mike's chest', which was where her arm was at present.

Which would explain why the first thought on her mind as she started to wake up herself was 'abs'.

You know, she was just going to keep that arm there.

It was a good first thought. Mike's was a little more vague, but amounted to the knowledge that there was someone else in bed with him. He tried turning towards her a little more, with a sigh.

It was just a slightly changed angle for her arm.

"Mrgh," Tamsin mumbled, flopping her arm around to make up for the new position.

Mike mumbled some incomprehensible answer. They might have been actual words, but just as easily not.

Then he managed to actually blink his eyes open. Progress.

Tamsin let out a yawn and pressed her face against Mike's shoulder. "'s no time to be awake."

She had no idea what time it was.

Neither did Mike. Slowly, he peered over her at the alarm clock by the bed.

Then he flopped back down again. "Yeah, it kinda isn't."

Of course, he felt that about almoat the entirety of Sunday.

"Ugh," Tamsin said.

She was silent for a couple of moments.

"Think we can get Broody to pick us up some Moobyland's?"

"Probably not." He didn't feel like trying, anyway. Too much effort. "But I might be able to pull some strings and score a special delivery?"

At least one of the workers had a crush on him.

"You just get more useful every day," Tamsin decided.

If he hadn't, she might've kicked him out of his own bed. Because it was a very nice bed, and having it was listed among the expanding list of things he was useful for.

He also did various kinds of home repairs.

Although right now he was shifting to reach out over her for his phone. He smiled down at her while he did. "I try."

And she had a home that was technically a largely unfurbished store she'd broken into. Hm...

Tamsin stretched now that she had a little room to do it. "Mhm, you do," she said. "Very nicely."

"Thank you," he said, flopping back with the phone in hand. "It's nice to be appreciated."

He picked the right number, and put the phone to his ear, as he added, "Don't know if I'd call you useful back, but I don't think you need to be."

Tamsin thought about it, shrugged, and shoved the sheets down so her boobs were showing.

"I'm keeping this town safe for you and all other citizens," she said, "Or whatever."

Well now he was going to be all distracted. Because exposed skin just called for attention and touching, so he was going to reach out and run a few fingertips against said exposed skin, from her shoulder downwards.

"That, too," he said, right before someone at Moobyland picked up, and he had to shift some of his attention to that. Just the talking part, though. He could be charming at someone while touching someone else.

See, the nice thing about Mike wasn't just that he was hot and he was useful, but he also multitasked well and got hints easily.

There weren't that many people on this island, so Tamsin decided to at least stick to 'diet asshole' here and avoid potentially wrecking her acquaintance with a perfectly decent provider of benefits.

Even if his bed was worth stealing.

She sighed happily. But didn't do anything, since she didn't want to distract Mike from getting her food.

Mike would never speak to her if she stole his bed. But he could totally make her one about just as nice. Because he was just that beneficial a person to have around.

As evidenced by his multitasking ability, yes. Light flirting coupled with equally light cupping and fondling of her breast. Her food got ordered while he was brushing his thumb over her nipple.

"They'll be here in twenty," he informed her once the call ended.

Tamsin was going to have to bring that up. Sleeping on a mattress on the floor got kinda old after a while, even if she was used to it. This was the first time in a long time she'd had a decently paying job.

She let out another happy sigh and then rolled towards him. "Scoring points," she told him.

But if he didn't get that, then the kissing would probably bring it home.

The kissing was very illuminating, and all that stuff. Mike didn't even bother with trying to quip anything. That would've just gotten in the way of the kissing.

And since he was trying to wrap his arm around her to bring her closer to him, obviously he was quite in favor of the kissing.

Tamsin slid into his arms willingly, pressing herself up against his chest. Which was still nice, and firm, and mhm, she needed to remember to spend more time with people who built things.

Her hands slid over Mike's arms and then up his shoulders.

And since she was so good about keeping herself against him, he could use his firm, strong arms to run his hands down her back.

"You know," he murmured, while he was catching a breath before his lips were back on hers, "twenty minutes is a pretty long time."

"You could do a lot of stuff in twenty minutes," Tamsin agreed, when she came up for air a few moments later.

She swung a leg over Mike's legs and settled into a slightly more comfortable position.

"A lot," Mike agreed, while his hands trailed down over her ass because that was just another thing that realy deserved touching. "We should do a few. Get that appetite going."

He'd ordered a lot of food. Nothing went to waste when you lived with a werewolf and (part time) a teenaged boy.

And his Valkyrie guest was a big eater herself, so really, it was a good call all around.

She rocked her hips idly forwards, since he was being so kind as to touch her ass and everything. "Mhm," she agreed. "Got anything in particular in mind?"

She leaned in and nipped at his throat.

Mike chuckled, quietly. He'd been talking enough already but that still managed to sound a little sleep-raspy. "Is it not lady's choice?" he wondered, while his touching turned into light squeezing. She'd rocked her hips, she deserved that. "Didn't get far enough to have a favorite plan, yet. Everything's equally enticing."

"I'm trying to figure out whether giving you a blow job for getting me food is sending the wrong message," Tamsin sighed.

It was a dilemma. She didn't want to be too nice.

"Is the message that you're looking forward to the food so much that it's giving you an oral fixation?" Mike asked, smirking at her. He stole a quick kiss, because he could. "And does it make a difference if I promise to repay the favor?"

Because he had absolutely no problem being too nice. Shocker.

"That does kind of mix up the message," Tamsin mused. "Oral for oral sounds classier than oral for burgers, right?"

Yes. Yes, it did.

"Much classier." He even nodded sagely. "Not that I was ever going to judge."

He'd done a lot of questionable things in his life.

So had Tamsin. She'd just had considerably more life to do questionable things in.

She was also happy to keep doing questionable things, actually.

"That's what I like to hear," she said, and kissed him one more time before sliding down.

"Mmm."

He sighed and settled down with his hand on his chest, watching her.

"That so? Because I know I definitely want to say things you want to hear."

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"It's always nice not to be judged," Tamsin mused.

Especially when judgment was the one thing you were absolutely terrified of, but she wasn't going to think about that when she had more important things to do, like kiss down those abs she'd been thinking about when she woke up.

"I don't judge for blowjobs or burgers," Mike promised her, letting go of another pleased sigh, because he liked getting his abs kissed. Of course he did. "Woulda messed with my Tampa life too much."

"Lot of blowjobs and burgers in Tampa?" Tamsin asked. Not that she'd ever go there unless she could get the Morrigan from getting on her ass. How invested in the answer she was, was debatable anyway, as she wrapped her hand around him at roughly the same time.

Mike didn't immediately answer, either. Too busy giving her a nice quiet sigh instead.

"Lots and lots." That was a little inane. Please forgive him. "Some of my best nights involved both."

"So far it's making mine a good morning," Tamsin mused.

Which was as much as she was planning to say for the next, oh, couple of minutes. She ran her tongue up Mike's length, kind of hoping for more inanity because it was kind of hilarious.

"And without any actual burgers yet."

Was that inane enough? Because Mike was only half aware he'd said it. That lick and the ensuing small wave of pleasure and anticipation took up more of his brain.

That was definitely inane enough.

And, you know, maybe Tamsin didn't feel like drawing anything out this morning. He was hot, and he was hotter when he was making noise; she sucked the tip of his length into her mouth to reaffirm that.

The inanity of cursing was debatable, but that was what he hissed out right about now, his ead tipping back. Hey, he'd had a little time to get a little sensitive and a little hard. Feeling her mouth was nice. So, cursing.

His hand ended up on her hair, although it was just his fingers brushing through it a little distractedly.

Good, because she was in charge here. He was still a little floppy for her tastes, though-- so Tamsin would move her hand just so and keep her attention up top until he got more with the program.

Oh, she could rest assured that that wouldn't be a problem. There were a lot of areas in life where he was kind of a perennial disappointment, but getting hard (along with other physical things) was not one of them. So, yes. She was getting to feel that happen while he breathed a little raggedly.

The little upward twitch of his hips was probably also an indication of the fact that she was getting to him.

They had so much in common! Like being pretty good at sex and pretty terrible at everything else. Which made this a bonding experience or something.

Well, okay. Tamsin was also good at kicking ass, but that wasn't really relevant here.

She pressed her hand gently against his hipbone at that first twitch, and let her other hand settle where it was. Good enough: she took more of him, now.

"Oh, fuck."

More cursing. And it was a good call on the hand on his hip, too, because this movement was more of a squirm. He got it under control after a second, though, not wanting to jostle her too badly, because –– well, God no. She was great right where she was.

His fingers pushed further into her hair, wrapping a few strands around them.

She was pretty great right where she was. Thanks for noticing.

To express her appreciation of his appreciation, she started moving in earnest, dragging her mouth back up before sliding back down. Still nice and steady and easy. He had a hand in her hair if he really wanted to do anything about that.

But the thing was, he was kind of terrified of doing anything that might seem like he was trying to force her into anything. Because he liked his limbs intact. His dick, too. He was quite fond of that, and it was in the danger zone here.

But maybe a little guidance. His fingers tightening in her hair and his hips trying to strain up to meet her were kind of like a suggestion, maybe?

If they weren't, well, he was probably going to forget some of his fear in about a second.

See, Tamsin would argue with that train of thought, except no, fear was a good thing. He could keep on being afraid of her maiming him. That was a good headspace.

She'd have made an amused noise if she could. Ah, so predictable.

Not that she wasn't going to acquiesce to that silent plea and tweak her approach. You're welcome, Mike.

Being afraid of a woman in his bed was a pretty novel thing. In all honesty, it might even have been a turn on, although he hadn't actually thought of that in such detail.

"Oh, God." Because of that. There was a definite squirm again, and he didn't try and fight it at all. "Oh, fuck yes, babe."

The inanity was back. Along with some of the idle verbal affection he showed just about every woman whose company he enjoyed.

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