Devil's Touch ψ Michael Langdon

08. | Don't Count On Me

"Your wha-" Without the will of your own, you quickly shut your mouth as Michael strengthened his grip on your hand.

"Sorry, Y/N. Don't mind my friend here." Mutt chuckled, pinching Jeff and causing him to flinch.

"What can we help with today, Michael?" Jeff says, rubbing his arm from the pain.

"It's regarding the issue I emailed you about," Michael says, being as discreet as he can be.

"Oh- right. Follow us." Jeff replied as he walked out of your view, Mutt following behind. Michael looked to you when both men stopped, waiting for him.

"Stay here," he whispered. Pausing, he thought about what he was about to do. In a quick motion, he sweeps you into his embrace. Your eyes widen. "What are you doing?" you whispered.

"You're my girlfriend. Remember?" Michael whispered right back. Right as you begin wrapping your arms around him, he abruptly disentangled himself from you, leaving you dumbfounded. You ran a hand through your hair, watching him walk off.

After around thirty minutes of waiting and snooping around the area, the three men appear once more.

"Let me just quickly add some finishing touches to this," Jeff says, walking over to one of the computers with Mutt. Michael nods and walks over to you where you're leaning against one of the marble tables.

Jeff turns to you, winking at you in the distance. You cringe as Michael notices. Just then, a light bulb went off. Before Michael can turn around and witness the way Jeff was continuously eyeing you, you grabbed his scarf pulling him closer to you, his nose grazing yours. You began running his black, velvet scarf through your fingers, making your way up to his neck while rubbing your knee ever so gently against his inner thigh. Michael lets out a slight groan.

"Y/N. What are you doing." Michael said, voice low and raspy.

"Fixing your scarf," you reply, flashing innocent eyes at him.

"You know what I mean," he says, letting out a slight moan at the satisfaction of your hands around his throat. You put one hand on the back of Michael's head, stroking his hair with your fingers, and kept the other on his shoulder. You buried your head in the crook of Michael's neck, pushing his head into yours.

"I'm your girlfriend. Remember?" you whispered, before placing kisses on his throat, through his long hair. Michael closes his eyes, placing his hands on your waist, and bit his bottom lip as humanly possible to prevent a vulgar moan from escaping, head still buried in your neck.

"Just go along with it," you murmured. From Jeff's view, you were whispering sweet-nothings into your lover's ear. His smile started to fade when he noticed.

All too soon, you pull away, leaving Michael flustered and aching for more of your touch. Michael releases a sigh as you look up at him.

"Ahem." Mutt clears his throat, causing Michael to turn around.

"Here's the final copy," he says, handing Michael what seemed to be an SSD card.

"Thank you," Michael replied before grabbing your hand and darting out of the building.

//

Most of the car ride home was silent. Mainly because the both of you were still processing what the hell you were doing to Michael. You rubbed your hand against your forehead, looking out the window and admiring the stars until you arrived home.

Walking through the front door, Michael headed straight to the couch in the living room, exhaling as he took a seat. You made your way upstairs to change into some comfortable clothes.

Going back down, you went straight to the kitchen. Michael was surprised when he saw you walking over to him with two mugs.

"What's this?" he asks when you hand a cup to him.

"Coffee. Don't worry, I know how to make the good stuff. I manage a cafe." you boast, smirking as you took a seat next to him. He smiled, drinking the coffee. Taking a sip of yours, you hold the mug in your hands, playing with the handle.

"Hey, I wanna apologize for earlier. It was inappropriate," you speak up. Michael turns to you with a smile.

"Don't apologize. It's okay. Jeff was being strange. And I didn't mind."

"You didn't?" Michael chuckled. "No, Y/N. I didn't."

"There's actually something else I wanted to talk to you about." you start again. "I know you keep saying that your father has this big plan and he's going to somehow drag my soul to hell because I'm going to "defeat" you. It's just a little hard for me actually process that. But I'm going to try. Because I got to thinking, and you said you didn't want me in your life. So, I kept questioning why you would bring me into your home if I am supposed to hurt you in some way. That's what led me to think that you might be telling the truth. I'm trying to get on board with everything still and learning to trust you. But don't count on me. At least not for now." Michael placed his mug down, turning his body so that he was facing you.

"I understand that. One hundred percent. And I'll make sure not to count on you." Michael chuckled. "But I really appreciate that you're trying to trust me." Michael rose from the couch. Grabbing your hand, he gently planted a kiss on the back of it.

"Goodnight, love," he said, giving you a smile before heading up the stairs. You sighed, leaning against the couch. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you certainly enjoyed Michael's sincerity.