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“one electrical surge through my body and i’m fuckin’ dead.”
( written by daisy )
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It wasn’t like Amanda didn’t know what Michael did, hell she was complicit in some of his criminal acts. Granted those were the days of North Yankton, the days she tried to suppress. At his words of gratitude she shook her head. “What’s going on with you Michael?”
“Well… At least that I can live with.” He laughs softly and shakes his head before looking up at his wife. Michael was relieved that she didn’t think of him as a monster. Lord knows he’s been feeling like it ever since he got started with the whole criminal business. “Thank you.”
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Amanda’s breath hitched as she felt him press up against her, he had a point. Usually this, if it even happened was rushed... Sometimes to the point of annoyance. However they were gone, and they had the place all to themselves for once. Twin flesh met the skin at his neck as she began to remove his tie, her hips teasingly pressing into his. Truthfully, she’d missed this. Missed him more than she’d dare admit. “Lazy as usual, huh Michael?” The brunette never learned to stop egging him on, “Or have you lost it?” She teased, despite her words she continued working on the buttons of his shirt.
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“You’re a sick fuck.”
“I am drinking orange juice. And then, I’m gonna go up stairs and… Well. I think you can guess the rest~”
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“ michael just hit him.”
“anything for you, sweetheart.”
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The sudden approach initially catches Amanda off guard, they hadn’t been together in... God, she forgot how long. As his hands met her waist, her lower lip was briefly caught between her teeth. Her hand ghosting over his length. Fingertips teasing him through the material. “I’m surprised you don’t just take it if you want it that bad, Michael,” She purred, enjoying riling her husband up a little too much.
Michael smirks as well, making a fast approach towards his wife and his hands grab her by the waist. He was just tempted to rip her clothes off now, but he supposed he should be a gentleman about it. “Oh, yeah? Well I’m here now, Manda. So why don’t you…alleviate me of my problem.”
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help me
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Defend Amanda de Santa 2k15
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“We better get out of here fast, before we burn down with this building.”
“...Why would the building burn?”
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( formerlyxtownley )
“Then who’s fuckin’ problem should it be?” Because Vanilla Unicorn was just a short drive away. And he’s sure someone else would be happy to help him.
The look on her face was not one of earnest annoyance, but it was a teasing smirk. Those large eyes of her shamelessly glancing him over, “Hey, no need to be so angry,” She spoke with a roll of her eyes, “Now get over here and do something about it.”
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I love you mom.
“Oh christ, Tracey what did you do?”
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“Well good morning to you too.” He sipped some orange juice as he closed the refrigerator door.
“What... Are you doing in my house?” She knew this was probably one of Tracey’s boys but she was too hungover for this.
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“There’s the thing; it’s not my problem.”
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