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Paved with Good Intentions

Pairing: Mike x Miranda Chambers (OFC)

WC 7980 (honestly expected more as it’s 20 friggen pages in Google Docs)

Warnings: Oh jeez, Mike being an asshole, her ex being a dick, smut (sub!Mike, soft dom!Miranda)

@liecastillo @summersong69

The song I reference is this one

She sat in the college library, trying to focus on her paper but a group of friends not far off were making it difficult. They were being loud, disruptive, and generally just a nuisance. She stared daggers at them for a moment before one of them caught her eye and she looked away quickly. Of course, it had been Mike, why wouldn’t it have been Mike. She was digging her phone and headphones out to listen to music when she caught movement and looked up to see him slide into the chair across from her at the table.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hello.” She said, wondering why on earth he was over here talking to her and not with his friends.

“Miranda, right?” He asked and she nodded. “Yeah, you’re in my accounting class.” Another nod. “Listen, uh…there’s a test coming up and I’m gonna flunk it. Bad.” He said, looking down as he started tracing figures on the tabletop with a fingertip.

“Okay?” She asked.

“But, I'm hoping, maybe you could help me out.” He said, turning those blue eyes up at her. “If you could help me study for it, maybe I won’t crash and burn as badly.”

“And how do you know I’m not just as terrible at it?” She asked and he gave her a smile. Seeing his smile never failed to give her chest flutters, and it was even worse now that it was directed at her.

“Oh please, girl like you is probably good at everything.” He said and she gave him a look over the rim of her black glasses. “Please?” He drew the word out, giving her lost puppy dog eyes and she sighed.

“Fine.” She said and the smile was back.

“Sweet!” He said, and reached over, grabbing a spare sheet of paper and her pen, scribbling on it. “Here is my dorm number, I’m in the Wilson building, come by say…8 o’clock? We’ll get a jump on it.”

“Okay.” She said and he gave her another smile before leaving the table and going back over to his friends.

Miranda left her dorm at 745pm for the walk over to his building, having not bothered to change out of her t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that she wore that day, not really seeing any need to. It was a study date, not a date date, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time, and while she didn’t bother putting on any makeup, she did admit to swiping some lightly tinted lip gloss over her lips before leaving. Mike was attractive, and he obviously knew it, flirting with almost every girl he met but she had escaped his notice, or so she had thought. He obviously had noticed her enough to remember that they were in the same class together among all the others.

A quick pause at his door to fix her hair and apply more lip gloss and she raised her hand to knock. It opened almost immediately and he fixed her in place with another smile when he saw her there. He also hadn’t changed out of the clothes he had been wearing that day and she felt some self-affirmation at this.

“Come on in!” He said and moved aside only so much as necessary for her to enter the room, having to brush past him closely, the smell of his cologne making her heart pound.

“So, where do you want to begin?” She asked, after taking a quick peek around his room, seeing the video game and band posters on the walls.

“I thought we could go over the homework we got today, do something we just learned before getting into the harder stuff.” He said as he closed the door.

“I’m not doing your homework for you, Mike.” She said, turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say you were.” He said and turned her back around with hands on her shoulders. “Just that we could start with something recent.” He had nearly whispered this in her ear, causing her to inhale sharply and her cheeks to heat. If he noticed, he didn’t call any attention to it. Down, girl. She stared at him as he moved around her, flopping onto his bed on his stomach and looking at her, propped up on his elbows. He must have sensed her hesitation because he gave her another smile, patting the space next to him. Fine, why not, she thought and set her backpack on the floor by the bed as she laid on it with him, also on her stomach, and unzipped her bag, pulling out the accounting textbook and opening it.

“Okay, let’s start off with the cost of goods sold equation and go from there.” She said and they started going over it. He asked surprisingly intelligent questions and obviously had a grasp of the concept and she was starting to wonder why he needed her help at all.

“Miranda?” He asked and she looked at him, “Have you ever thought about wearing contacts?” He reached over, gently taking her glasses from her face, and the world in the distance went blurry.

“I used to.” She said with a small scowl, taking her glasses back from him and slipping them back on, “But they got to be too much of a nuisance so I stopped.”

“You should think about starting up again.” He said, leaning into her and bumping her shoulder with his and she caught the smell of his cologne again. Looking into his eyes, she noticed that they weren’t entirely blue, he had a block of brown in one of them and she looked away quickly, turning her attention back to the textbook.

“We’re here for accounting, Mike, not my…optometrical--” Was that a word? Yeah, it’s a word. “Needs.”

“I’m just saying,” He started, “Your eyes are way too pretty to hide behind glasses.”

“My eyes are brown, Mike. The color of mud.”

“Nah,” He said, “Chocolate. With just a hint of--” He moved his head around to catch her eyes again. “Is that red? Yeah, your eyes are a dark chocolate red color.”

“I blame my mother and weird genetics.” She said looking away from him, “She has green eyes with bits of red in them.”

“Like I said, they’re pretty.” He leaned into her again with a smile and she didn’t see the way his eyes moved over her, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“Okay, I need to stand up.” She said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my low back is killing me from being in this position too long.”

“Okay, hold on, don’t get up.” He said and slid the textbook away from her, closing it and setting it on the floor. “Relax.”

“What?”

“Just, relax, I’m going to help you with your back.” She didn’t relax, but he pushed up anyway, pulling his legs under him. The first touch against her back made her breathing hitch and her cheeks heated again as he slid his hands under her t-shirt, thumbs moving into the muscle of her low back. Her head hung as he worked into them. “This would be much easier if you relaxed.”

“I am relaxed.”

“No, you’re not.” He said with a small laugh but continued his massage of her back. Her breath hitched again as he pushed his hands further up her back, tracing over her ribs and she felt him touch the clasps to her bra.

“Okay, that’s enough.” She said with a nervous laugh and got off the bed, tugging her shirt straight.

“What?” He asked, still sitting on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I should go.” She said and went to her backpack, shoving the textbook back inside and zipping it closed. He got off the bed and took the backpack from her as she went to pick it up, setting it aside.

“Aww, come on, I thought you liked me.” He said with a smile and her head snapped up to look at him.

“What?”

“Yeah, your friend Janet said you liked me, said you thought I was cute.” Mike said, “She said I should take a shot with you.”

“Did she, now?” Miranda asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, said you hadn’t been with anyone since your last boyfriend and I thought, hey why not, you’re not bad on the eyes and…”

“Oh, okay.” Miranda said, “So that’s why you invited me over here, not to study but to shoot your shot.”

“Yeah, I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else take an interest in you.” Anger boiled up quickly along with gut-wrenching embarrassment.

“So you invited me over for a pity fuck, is that it?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal? We both get something out of it.” She wanted to hit him, oh she wanted to wipe that smile off his face. Instead, she just grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder angrily.

“Good night, Mike.” She ground out and when she opened the door to leave, she saw that he had put a sock on the doorknob facing the hall. That just made her angrier and she slammed the door behind her.

Hot, angry tears fell down her face as she walked quickly back to her building and she wiped them away. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so naïve? Everything he did was now tainted, the smiles, the touching, the compliments.

“Miranda!” She heard behind her, “Miranda, wait!” Gods, he was persistent. “Stop! Wait up!” He grabbed her arm, stopping and turning her around and she ripped it out of his hand. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to--”

“No, Mike, you listen to me!” She said, pointing up at him angrily, “Stay away from me. Don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me ever again. Just go back to pretending that I don’t exist, and the next time you get the urge to try to get your dick wet, try it with one of the other girls that fawn over you. I’m sure they’d be oh so grateful for the attention.” He just stared down at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Huh.” He said when she was done, “Janet was right. You really do just need a good railing.” She snapped, hauling off and punching him across the face. Not expecting it, he went down and she turned on her heel, leaving him on the ground and heading to her building, clenching and unclenching her stinging hand.

Janet, her friend and also her roommate was in the room when she got back, looking up at her from her bed as she came into the room, kicking the door closed behind her.

“Hey, you’re back ear--what happened?” She could see the tears and the flushed face, but her question just made her angrier.

“Wouldn’t you like to fucking know.” Miranda ground out, setting her bag down.

“He told you.” Janet said after a moment.

“Of course he told me, Janet!” She said, swinging around to face her. “What the hell were you thinking?! Did you think I would thank you? Did you think I would be grateful for the attention?”

“I haven’t seen you with anyone since you and Steve broke up and I just thought--”

“Thought what?! That I just “needed a good railing”?”

“Well, I didn’t word it like that.”

“I don’t care how you worded it, Janet! You embarrassed me! You made me feel like unwanted garbage only good for a pity fuck!”

“I just wanted to see you happy, babe. That’s all. I can tell you’re still hung up on Steve and I thought that maybe if you were with a guy you liked, it would get him out of your system.”

“I am not still hung up on Steve! You do not know the full story of why we broke up and now you never will.” She was still angry, but it was fading away into the hurt of the circumstances of her breakup, leaving her tired. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s still early.”

“I don’t care.”

Mike got back to his dorm, his cheekbone throbbing where she had hit him. Fuck, it would probably bruise and he would have to explain it to the guys. Not that he would tell them the truth, they wouldn’t let him live it down if they found out he had been decked by a girl. Hell of a right hook, Uncle Sy would have been proud of the way she laid him out.

Speaking of…

Digging out his phone, he dialed the number and listened to it ring for a moment before it picked up.

“What’s up, Mikey?” Sy was the only one he allowed to call him that, a nickname from when he was knee-high.

“I fucked up.” He said and there was a pause.

“How much to bail you out?”

“No, Uncle Sy, not that kind of fuck up.”

“Then tell me about it, son, lay it on me.” He said and Mike did, telling him the whole sordid tale. When he was done, there was silence on the other end of the line before Sy let out a low whistle.

“Yeah, that’s a fuck up if I ever heard one.” Sy said, “And she decked you?”

“Yeah, fucking ow.”

“Bout time you got that pretty face bruised up.” Sy said, “Builds character.” There was another pause and he gave a growling sigh. “And you like this girl?”

“She’s pretty and she’s smart and a badass--”

“Apparently. Then why you say all that shit, then?”

“Fuck, I don’t know! I panicked!”

“You need to apologize to the girl.”

“I tried that and she hit me!”

“Try harder.” Sy said, “Not sayin’ it’s gonna be easy, Mikey, but if you really like this girl, you gotta work for it. Especially after the six-foot hole you dug yourself in, and be smart about it, don’t let that mouth of yours keep diggin’.”

“I know.” He said, flopping down on his bed. “Hey, don’t tell Aunt Amelia about this, okay? Getting punched is one thing, but I’ll never see Amy coming and if I run, I’ll just die tired.” Sy chuckled at that but didn’t disagree with him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stay between us.”

“You know, you never did tell me how you and Amy met. Just that it was in Iraq.” He said and there was a pause.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Sy said, “And the gag order lapses.”

“I…I don’t think I want to know anymore.” Mike said, knowing his uncle did some scary shit while he was Army Special Forces, and Sy gave a chuckle.

“Head on to bed, son, and keep me updated.” Sy said, “And remember, play it smart.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mike said after they said their goodbyes, Mike ended the call and let the phone fall to the bed. He pressed his hands to his face but pulled them away with a curse as it aggravated his cheek.

The next day his economics lecture ended and he jumped from his seat, heading out the door quickly before he lost who he was looking for. Accounting had been a nightmare, he had seen Miranda walk in but had looked away quickly after meeting her eyes and he knew she saw the bruise she had given him. Her presence at the back of the hall had been almost palpable, but every time he looked at her, her eyes had been forward or down on her notebook.

“Hey, Steve!” He called out and the guy stopped at his name, turning around.

“Yeah?” He asked curiously.

“You used to date Miranda, right? Miranda Chambers?” Mike asked and Steve nodded. “Yeah, thought so. Hey, I got a couple questions I wanted to ask you about her.”

“Don’t waste your time, man.” Steve said with a snort, “Bitch is a total ice queen.”

“Really.” Mike said.

“Yeah, never put out the entire time we were together except one time and she wouldn’t stop crying during it. Kept saying I was hurting her.”

“Really.” Mike said, his anger starting to rise.

“It’s not my fault she couldn’t get any before we got together. Bitch should have just--” He went down as Mike’s fist came across his face and Mike turned and walked away, ignoring the shocked looks he was getting from other students. He waited until he rounded a corner before stopping and holding his hand, his jaw clenching as pain radiated up his arm, stomping his foot to keep from crying out.

“Never hit a man with a closed fist, son.” Sy’s words came back to him, “Though it is on occasion hilarious.” Yeah, ha ha, Uncle Sy, real funny. Miranda had punched him and walked away like it was nothing, but this fucking hurt. Maybe she’d give him pointers on how to do it properly, and hopefully not demonstrate the technique on him. Eventually, the pain mostly stopped and he went on with his day, though it hurt to use that hand.

Miranda got up from her desk at the knock at the door, opening it without a thought. Her eyes went cold as she saw him standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She said and his lips pulled into a grimace/smile. “I thought I was very clear on that fact.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“No.” She said, “Fuck off.” She went to close the door, but he stopped it with a hand.

“I talked to Steve.” He said in a rush and she blinked at him in surprise. “He told me why you two broke up.”

“And?” She asked.

“And I punched him.” Mike said and she blinked at him again. Her mouth opened and closed as several things she wanted to say entered her brain but left just as quickly.

“Get in here.” She said and stepped back to let him in, the door closing behind him.

“Where’s Janet?” He asked, looking around as if she could be hiding somewhere in the one-room dorm.

“Spending the night at her boyfriend’s. Let me see your hand.” Miranda said.

“What?”

“Let me see your damn hand.” She said and he held it out to her, wincing as she grabbed it roughly. The knuckles were red and swollen and he watched her examine them. “You didn’t stance your feet properly, did you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“No?” He asked and she gave him a look.

“When you punch someone, you’re supposed to stance your feet so your body drives your movement, not your arm. That way the impact isn’t completely absorbed by your fist.”

“How do you know so much about--ow--punching dudes?”

“I do boxing and kickboxing at the gym in town.”

“Really?” He asked with a smile, “That’s kinda hot.” She pressed on one of his knuckles and his jaw clenched, one of his feet coming down in a stomp as his eyes closed tight. “Okay, point taken.”

“Sit.” She said pointing at her bed and he followed directions, sitting on the edge as she took two ice packs from the small fridge in the room, slapping one to his face and the other to his hand making him jump. She sat on Janet’s bed across from him and stared at him, one leg over another and her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Thank you.” He after a moment, holding the ice pack to his face and letting the other balance across his knuckles as he laid his hand on his knee.

“I don’t think you broke anything in your hand,” She said, “But it’s going to suck to use that one for a little while.”

“Good to know.”

“Keep it iced and try not to use it.”

“No jackin’ off then, got it.” She gave him a look that told him she was very unamused. “Sorry.”

“So what on Earth possessed you to talk to Steve?” She asked.

“I wanted to know more about you.” He admitted.

“So you went to my asshole ex?”

“Well you weren’t going to talk to me.” Mike said, “And talking to Janet probably wasn’t a very good idea after what happened last time.”

“You said he told you why he and I broke up?” Miranda asked, looking away from him.

“Yeah.” Mike said, “He was an asshole.”

“He hit it and quit it, just like you were going to.” Miranda said, “Pissed someone beat you to it?”

“It was your first time.” He said, “You should have been with someone who took care of you.”

“Like you?” She asked snidely and he rolled his eyes.

“At least I would have made sure you came.” He said and the temperature of the room plummeted. So much for playing it smart, he could almost taste the dirt in his mouth. “Fuck, I’m doing this all wrong.”

“Doing what, exactly.”

“Apologizing to you.”

“What makes you think I want an apology from you?”

“You might not want one, but you deserve one.”

“Mike, how exactly were you envisioning this going down?” Miranda asked, “Were you thinking you’d apologize, maybe bat those blue eyes at me, all would be forgiven and I’d jump into bed with you?”

“No, that’s not why I’m here.” He said and she uncrossed her arms and legs, leaning forward and clasping her hands in front of her, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Then explain to me why you’re here.” She said, giving him a look that honestly made a shiver go down his spine.

“Miranda, I’m sorry.” He said, “You deserve better than to be treated how I treated you. How Steve treated you. You’re not something to be used to get your rocks off, and I’m honestly truly sorry if that’s how I made you feel.” She didn’t say anything, still giving him that heavy look, her head tilting to the side slowly, reminding him of a tiger he had seen the last time he had gone to the zoo. “Can you say something, please? You’re scaring the hell outta me.”

“Apology accepted.” She said and he exhaled the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

“Do you hate me?”

“No.” She said evenly.

“Okay, good.” He said and gave her a smile, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I really do like you.” Mike said, “And not just because you have a rockin’ body, probably from all of the boxing and kickboxing, but also because you’re smart, and you’re pretty, and when you smile it makes my chest tight. You can also kick my ass and frankly, that’s hot.” She just snorted, shaking her head.

“Steve hated that I fought.”

“Steve is a dumbass.” Mike said, “Shit, I’d even get dressed up in one of those sparkly dresses and hold up the round numbers at your matches. Do you…fight matches?”

“First off, there’s a mental image. Secondly, sometimes, but they’re strictly amateur. I’m not going for titles or anything.”

“You’re such a badass.” He mock-sobbed and she snorted again, hanging her head. After a bit, her head picked up and she sighed audibly as she stood from the bed. He stood with her, but stopped her with a hand to her waist as she went to move away. She looked up at him again with that look that made him shudder and he leaned into her, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.

He pressed his lips to hers gently and there was a moment where she didn’t do anything before she sighed, pressing back against him, her hands sliding under his jacket and over his t-shirt. Picking her up with his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, he took them to the bed and she pulled away from him.

“We’re not having sex!” She said and there was a ripple of disappointment.

“Okay.” He pouted.

“Really, don’t try anything, Mike.” He held up a couple of fingers.

“Scouts honor.” He said and she gave him a disbelieving look.

“You were a scout?”

“Briefly.” He said, “It was my Uncle’s idea, man practically raised me when he was home from deployment.”

“I’d like to meet him.”

“Oh, he would love you.” Mike said, “In fact, why don’t I--” He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone, selecting the contact, and putting it on speaker.

“Hey, Mikey.” Sy said when he picked up.

“Hey, Uncle Sy.”

“You sound better than the last time we talked.”

“Yeah, about that. Say hi, Miranda!” Mike said.

“Um…hello.” She said.

“I’m guessin’ you two worked things out?” Sy asked.

“I made my apology and she doesn’t hate me!”

“Good to hear it, son.” Sy said with a chuckle. “Miranda, heard you laid out my nephew.”

“He deserved it.” She said and he gave her a look.

“I’m sure he did.” Sy said with another chuckle. “Mikey, I’m going to be in town next weekend, you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, you can meet Miranda!” Mike said excitedly and she pulled a face. “What?”

“I have a match next weekend.” She said.

“A match?” Sy asked.

“She boxes and kickboxes.” Mike explained quickly, “Oh! We can go to your match! Watch you fight!”

“You’re getting way too excited about this.” Miranda pointed out with a snort and he grinned at her.

“I want to watch my girl punch something that isn’t me.”

“Your girl?” She asked with an amused smile. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? Also, I punched you once, you make it sound like I have a habit of it.”

“Please?”

“Okay, fine, stop pouting.” She said and Sy barked a laugh over the phone.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds be.” Sy said, “Miranda, it was nice talking to you, I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Goodnight, Sy.” Mike said and she said her goodnights as well, watching him hang up the phone. He reached over, putting it on her nightstand before relaxing again. Holding the side of his jaw, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the bruise on his cheekbone lightly and he sighed, relaxing into her as he wrapped his hands around her waist. His hands tightened as he kissed her, pulling her closer until they were flush together. Her fingers came up to weave in his hair as he pushed her onto her back and he shrugged off his jacket, his hands going back to her waist to push up her t-shirt as he ducked his head under her chin to lay kisses against her neck.

“Mike, Mike, Mike.” She said and he picked his head up. “I told you, we’re not having sex.” He collapsed on her with a pout and a defeated noise and she snorted, patting his back.

“Can I still spend the night?” He asked, picking his head up to look at her and she nodded.

“Yes, you can spend the night.” She said and he smiled at her, pulling off his shirt.

“Just so you know, I sleep naked.” He said and she laughed.

“And what happens if someone pulls a fire alarm in the middle of the night?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I’m not shy.” he said and rolled off her, laying on his back as he kicked off his sneakers and undid his belt.

“Drawers stay on!” She said and he pouted again.

“Okay, fine.” He said and pushed his jeans off but left his boxers in place. She got off the bed and he rolled onto his stomach, watching her go to the closet and pull out her pajamas. She kept her back to him as she undressed and his eyes moved over her slowly as more skin was revealed. She was encased in muscle, but not heavily so, and he could see the defined musculature of her back moving under her skin as she reached around to undo her bra. Goddamnit. “You sure we can’t have sex?”

“Yes, Michael, I’m sure.” She said, pulling the large sleep shirt on and stepping into the basketball shorts.

“Can I eat you out, at least?” He asked and there was a pause.

“Not tonight.” She said and he huffed.

“What about fingering you?” She turned, giving him a look and he pouted again, pressing his face into the covers. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You can do that without re-enacting pornos.” She said going over to the bed and he slid off it to lay on it properly, throwing back the blankets and getting in between the sheets.

“Not as fun though.” He groused as she joined him and he wrapped himself around her as she laid on her back, nuzzling into her chest with a smile.

“Okay, baby koala.” She said and laid her arm around his shoulders, relaxing as they both settled in for the night.

She woke up to a very persistent erection grinding into the hollow of her hip, Mike's breath in her ear as he pressed her into the bed. A hand curled around her hip and she shuddered slightly at the size of him pressing against her, heat blooming over her face and chest. Noticing she was awake, he took his face from her neck, his eyes drowsy and his curls sleep tousled.

"Good morning." She said and he kissed her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue between to twine with her own. It took her a second, but she kissed back, her hands sliding over his chest that was, surprisingly, covered in hair. Would have figured him for a clean shaven kind of guy. There was also a decent amount of muscle. Guy may have the face of a twink, but he had the body of a twunk.

"I want you." He gasped as he pulled away from her lips, pressing into her tighter, his hips moving to get some kind of friction against him. "Fuck, baby, I wanna be inside you so bad." She responded by pushing her hands down his back and under his boxers, palming the muscle of his ass and squeezing, forcing a groan from his lips. "I'll be good to you, I promise."

"Will you?" She asked, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear, "Will you be my good boy?" A shudder ran down his spine at the words and he kissed her again, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing into her core. When he looked into her eyes, she saw the pupils blown wide with desire, his full lips kiss bruised.

"I'll take care of you." He nodded, "Let me take care of you."

"Ground rules." She said, "Outside of here, you can act anyway you want. You want to be the tough guy, fine, you want to act possessive and dominating, okay, but in here? While we're in bed? I'm the boss, got it?" A blush came over his pale cheeks and he nodded, biting down on his lower lip. "Lock the door." He pulled away from her, getting out of bed and flipping the top and bottom locks before coming back to her, her arms and legs wrapping around him again as he settled in the cradle of her hips. He was hard against her core, pressing to her through their layers of clothing. "You may start undressing me now." She said and his fingers went to the edge of her shirt, her hands leaving him as he pulled it up and off. "You can touch me."

"Thank you." He sighed and she relaxed against the bed as his hands went to her breasts, molding and shaping them in his palms. His lips pressed to the mound of one gently and he looked up at her for approval, getting a nod in return. A small moan left her lips as he pulled the tip of her breast into the warmth of his mouth, almost playing with it with the tip of his tongue before moving onto the other. "Can I taste you?" He asked and she gave him another nod, watching as he kissed a line down her body, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Their roles seemed to have flipped, he was acting the shy inexperienced one and she the seasoned veteran. Miranda had gotten a feeling from him that he was like this, wasn't sure how, as his actions and demeanor around campus hadn't suggested it, but she had known others like him that put up a front when around others and only let themselves be controlled when alone with their dominant.

Mike slipped off her shorts and underwear, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knees as he spread her legs slowly. Reaching down, she brushed the curls from his forehead and his eyes closed, his face turning into her touch. It should have embarrassed her to be spread out for him like this, but she knew she was in control and that he would stop if she gave the word.

"Please." He whispered, staring down at her as he slid his hands under her thighs to hold them pinning his arms to the bed.

"You may." She said and he sighed again, his breath moving over her skin as he lowered his face between her legs. The first touch of his tongue made her fall back to the bed, her hand weaving in his hair as he lapped at her slowly. He's obviously done this before, as his lips and tongue moved over her skillfully, pulling moans and gasps from her lips. She felt his fingertips at her entrance, tracing it with just the barest pressure. "Yes." She gasped and he groaned as he pushed two fingers into her slowly. They moved in her slowly, the push and pull of his hand adding to the feel of his lips on her. “Mike!” She gasped but he didn’t seem to hear her, too focused on his task. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his face up and he looked at her with parted lips and dark eyes. “I want you now.” He nodded, pressing one last kiss to her as he pulled his fingers from her. “Do you have protection?”

“I do.” He said.

“Use it.” She said and he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his bed, reaching into his pants on the floor and pulling out his wallet and the condom he kept in it. She watched him as he pushed off his boxers, pulling open the wrapper and slipping it on. He moved to lay over her again and she peeked between them, her eyes going back up to meet his. He was bigger than Steve had been, thicker and longer, and she swallowed heavily as the pain from when they had been together came back to her mind.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said, as if he could read her thoughts, “I’ll take care of you.” She nodded and when he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. There was a slight pressure at her core before her back arched off the bed as he pushed into her, taking it slow, making sure she felt every inch of him and she was able to adjust to him. He gave a groan as he was seated in her to the base, his weight holding to her the bed as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder.

“Okay.” She said after a moment, her voice breathy at the incredibly full feeling of him inside her. “You can move now.”

“Thank you.” He sighed and started a gentle rock of his hips, pushing and pulling slowly. “Let me please you.” He whispered and she nodded. His arm wrapped around her waist and he started pumping faster, her legs wrapping high around his hips. “You’re so tight.”

“Mike.” She said and he kissed her, starting to move in earnest, the springs of the bed creaking in protest. Their breath mingled between them and she held the side of his face, fingers moving through his hair. She could feel a coil twisting in her lower stomach as he moved, curling tighter with every stroke of his hips. It suddenly broke and stars danced in front of her eyes, her hips rocking against his as her release washed over her, the clench and release of her muscles around him almost painful.

“Fuck!” He gasped, “I’m going to come. Please, please, please let me come.”

“Not yet.” She said, “Just a little bit more, fuck you feel so good.” She didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the feeling of him moving inside her to stop, but she couldn’t be selfish, she had to look after his needs too. “Just a little further…there!” Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her legs cinching tight around him, “Come!” She said and he gave a shout, seating his hips in her flush as she felt him twitch inside her. He nearly collapsed on her, his breath hot against her skin and she ran her fingers through his hair. “My good boy.” She said, “My wonderful boy.”

“Thank you.” He chanted breathily, pressing kisses to her shoulder. Picking his head up, he looked at her for a moment before a wide grin came over his face and he was back. “See? Told you I’d make you come.” She laughed, still giggling as she kissed him. Reaching over, she grabbed her phone off her nightstand and looked at the time.

“Well, we missed our first couple classes.”

“Worth it.” He said and she giggled again, pressing her lips to the side of his face.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” She said and he made a protesting sound, but did as he was told, pulling away from her, the air hitting her skin making her shiver slightly. He slid off the condom, pinching it so he didn’t spill any of the mess inside before chucking it in her garbage can. He crawled back into bed with her, wrapping himself around her. “We can’t lay here all day.”

“Says who.”

“Says me.” She said and snorted at the pout he gave her.

“Just a little while longer.” Mike said, “I just want to hold you a little while longer.”

“There will be plenty of time for that later.” She said, patting his arm, “Come on.” He gave a mock-sob but got off the bed as she did.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, seeing her wince as she stretched.

“A good hurt.” She reassured him as they got dressed and he pulled her into his arms again, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck before they left the room.

He kept his arm around her shoulders whenever they had the chance to be together on campus between classes and he very much played the part of the cocky frat boy, swaggering around and leaning on her, whispering in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek and making her laugh. His friends gave him no small amount of grief at the display but she paid them no mind.

“Hey!” Came the angry voice behind them, “Syverson!” They turned as Steve stomped up them.

“Oh hey, Steve!” Mike said with a wide smile, “How’s the face?”

“You fucker! Think you can just punch me and get away with it!”

“Yeah, I think so.” He said with a nod.

“You don’t know who the fuck you’re messin’ with!”

“He sounds a bit cliche, don’t you think?” Miranda asked and Mike nodded.

“A bad one.” He said and pulled away from her, going up to Steve. “Word of advice, lose gracefully.”

“Stance your feet.” Miranda said and he looked back at her.

“I’m not gonna hit him again!” He said and looked back at him.

“Whatever, enjoy that frosty bitch. She’ll give you nothing but blue balls.”

“She didn’t this morning.” Mike said, his brows jumping as he gave him a grin, “We had tons of fun, didn’t we babe?”

“Oh absolutely.” She said, joining him at his side. “More than I had with you, Steven.” Mike wiggled his pinky finger at him and his face twisted in anger. Miranda put herself between them before he got any ideas, looking up at him. “Back off.”

“You gonna hide behind her?! You pussy!”

“Steve,” Mike said, “As much as I would love to watch you get your ass kicked. We have places we need to be.” Lacing an arm around her shoulders, he steered her away. “Come on, babe.” They walked away, joining his friends and his hand lifted off her shoulder briefly to flip him off as they went.

A week later, Mike left her to pick up his uncle from the airport while Miranda got ready for her match at the gym. He knew she had to prepare so he left her to it, saying she would see him that night. Nighttime came and the gym was packed around the ring, Mike looking around and jumping a few times, trying to get a glance of her over the crowd but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Easy, son.” Sy said, “She’ll be out.”

“I’m just excited!” He said, “I’ve never seen her fight before, you know, not professionally.”

“Well, if the bruise she gave you is any indication, it should be a good match.” Sy said and the crowd cheered as the lights went down save for the lights over the ring. “Let’s try to get up front, better vantage point.” He said and they pushed their way through the crowd, getting as close to the ring as possible.

She was nervous, she was always nervous before a match, adrenaline making her bounce on the balls of her feet. She could barely hear her trainer as he went over who she was going up against, someone from a gym the town over, but she caught the gist of it. Undefeated, aggressive, yadda yadda. Her opponent was announced and she watched from her spot as the woman showboated around the ring, the crowd eating it up.

“You’re up, Miranda!” Her trainer said and she nodded, moving down the lane that had been cordoned off through the crowd, checking the fit on her gloves as she went.

“There she is!” Mike said, smiling wide. A low bass line backed with violin music started as she walked down the lane, a tradition of the gym to play a song of the home fighter’s choice on repeat during the match.

“Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-five pounds, undisputed champion of the ring, Miranda Chambers!” The announcer said and she climbed into the ring, bouncing on the balls of her feet and stretching her neck.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. Two toned echoes tumbling through time. Three score wasted, ten cast aside. Four-fold knowing, no end in sight.” Came the whispered lyrics and she felt the music flow through her.

“The hell?” Sy asked, looking up at one of the speakers.

“A song from a video game she likes.” Mike explained briefly, moving his head to the beat.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. One dark future, no one survives. On their shadows, away we fly.”

Her eyes moved over the crowd and she saw Mike, his smile wide as he cheered for her and standing next to him was probably his Uncle Sy. Damn those genetics ran strong in that family, the resemblance was striking, and if that’s what Mike was going to look like in 10-15 years time, she was in trouble. The man had a gruff sort of handsome to him with a buzzed head and thick beard, arms crossed over what was obviously a powerful chest, biceps straining against the cuffs of his red dilligaf t-shirt. Even his eyes were the same shade of blue as far as she could tell.

“The road that we walk is lost in the flood. Here proud angels bathe in their wages of blood.”

“You got this, babe!” She heard Mike yell and looked at him, giving him a wink. She met her opponent in the middle of the ring, her eyes settling on her as the referee laid out the ground rules. The ref moved away and with that the match started. Her opponent was indeed aggressive, but her moves were too choreographed and when she saw an opening, she took it.

“Oh!” Mike said, flinching back as Miranda landed a one two punch on her opponent's midsection before twisting, her leg raising and her foot connecting to the side of her head and sending her to the mat.

“Girl’s got good form.” Sy remarked. They watched her fight, Mike mouthing along to the music and moving his head to the beat as he kept his eyes on her. Her opponent went down again and again while she could barely get a hit in, Miranda blocking almost every punch and kick. Her head snapped to the side as a foot connected but she didn’t go down, her head snapping back to fix her opponent with a steady gaze that made her falter slightly. “Goddamn.” Sy said as Miranda tilted her head to the side slightly, “If that doesn’t give you chills, nothing will.”

“I’ve been on the receiving end of that look.” Mike said, “It’s scary.”

“Damn right.” Sy said, “She’s getting serious now. No more playing.” With a flurry of punches and kicks, her opponent went down and stayed down long enough for a tap out and the ref called the match, going to Miranda and raising her hand in victory. The crowd roared at this, Mike doing his damndest to be the loudest as Sy applauded. Looking around quickly, he ducked under the rope keeping an area clear around the ring and Miranda barked out a laugh as she went to the edge, bending down as he reached up, pulling her into a kiss that made the crowd holler.

“Back of the gym, I’ll meet you there.” She said against his lips and he nodded, smiling and biting down on his bottom lip. She pulled away from him and he watched her leave before ducking back under the rope and rejoining his uncle who just snorted, shaking his head with a smile.

Mike and Sy left the gym, heading around back just as the door opened and Miranda poked her head out. She smiled wide as she saw him and he caught her as she ran into his arms, laughing as he lifted her into the air before bringing her down into a kiss. Sy just watched them with a smile and Mike set her down on her feet.

“Nicely done.” Sy said and she gave him a bashful smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you.” She said and held her hand out, “Miranda. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise.” Sy said as he shook her hand. “This one,” He said, reaching out and grabbing Mike’s shoulder. “Hasn’t shut up about you. Now I see what all the fuss is about.” Mike looked back and forth between them quickly, seeing the small blush Miranda had on her face and the steady look Sy was giving her.

“Hey, now. Hey.” He said, “Knock it off. She’s taken and so are you.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, son.” Sy said, but he didn’t take his eyes off her.

“Okay, well, yup, that’s not happening.” Mike said and ducked down quickly, throwing Miranda over his shoulder and picking up her gym bag from the ground.

“Michael!” She yelled out in surprise, laughing.

“Call me later, Uncle Sy!” He called out as he carried her off back to his car, her laughter following them through the night.

#henry cavill #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser #captain (uncle) syverson #paved with good intentions #my writing #*lays down*

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