michael had been in the library, trying to immerse himself in some book. early on into their new living situation, they declared the library to be a safe zone of sorts. they were both strong willed, independent, solitary people and sometimes for no particular reason, they just needed space to think, recharge, and breathe. they both understood and accepted this, and even loved each other for it. when one of them needed that time, they could retreat into the library and count on the other person to understand until they were ready to come out. occasionally jordan had stayed in there for so long reading a book that michael had gone in with a plate full of food, and sometimes michael fell asleep there until jordan came in to lure him into bed, and that was fine. the system worked great.
michael heard jordan calling and he sighed. his past had come flooding back to him once he found his bag of goodies. sure he hadn’t been chained down, or coerced into something against his will, but in his tender age he’d been taken advantage of. he’d been used and hurt and broken, even when he tried to pretend it was fine. he knew in order to heal, he’d have to give the power to jordan to do the same, knowing this time it was in love and desire.
he closed his book, marking the page he’d been on for the last twenty minutes, as his mind kept wandering. he stretched and headed into the bedroom in time to see jordan putting on her shirt. he grinned and came behind her, rubbing her belly. “you naked is the most beautiful sight i’ve ever seen, jordan daisy. god, i wish i could paint…or at least take a picture,” he grinned, kissing her neck softly.