OOM: Milliways Room 15

[luvs_yogurt]

After their quick walk, Michael let Emma lead the way back to the bar. He hasn't been up to his room since the apocalypse, but unsurprisingly it's exactly as he'd left it - looking vaguely like every single mid-range hotel room in Miami. A comfortable double bed occupies the center of the room with a small table and two chairs off to one side. Immediately beside the table is a minifridge on top of a small counter sporting a two-cup coffee maker and an unopened bottle of whiskey with two fresh tumblrs. Along the other side of the room is a small closet that Michael hopes still has a fresh change of clothes and assorted odds and ends he needed at one point or another.

"Feel free to make yourself at home," he smiles as he unlocks and then pushes open the door. "It's not much, but it's private and comfortable."

Pacing inside, he does a visual check on autopilot - confirming everything is where it should be (the whiskey being a nice and welcome touch, the bottle had been empty and wine the last time he left) and no nasty surprises were waiting.

"Do you mind if I..." he's already shouldering off his dirty, torn jacket; "put on something a little less destroyed?"

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[luvs_yogurt]

Michael grinds the base of his palms against his eyes before forcing himself to sit up - staring straight at her. He's not disappointed, in a lot of ways she hasn't said anything he disagrees with.

"I don't know what you think I want from you, Emma..." He licks his lips, trying to form a sensible thought; "you don't owe me anything."

He means it to, whatever she's comfortable giving chances are he's in a similar place. But she likes him, and that's a whole lot more than he'd even bargained for.

"Look, you don't have to leave... I'm sure I can control myself..." Mostly. Pretty sure.

[notinthebook]

"I just think it's better to keep it friendly."

Friendly is simple, friendly doesn't confuse things the way sleeping with a friend does. They're well past the point where this would just be a random hook-up, and fun as it would be, she's not sure it's worth it.

She pauses midway through shrugging into her jacket; the leather feels stiff and cool after the heat of being all wrapped up in him. The glance she aims his way is quick, rueful, accompanied by a tiny smile.

"You're not the one I'm worried about."

Jacket on, she runs quick fingers through her hair, wincing when they catch on a tangle, and tilts a final, apologetic smile at him.

"See you around. Thanks for the drink. I'll, uh, show myself out."

It's just a few quick steps and then she's gone in a toss of blonde waves and a swing of the door.

[luvs_yogurt]

Kicking himself the slightest bit for letting her go, Michael forces himself out of bed to the partially empty tumblers, finishing his shot - and then reluctantly hers.

He knows that letting her go is the right thing to do, neither of them is in the right headspace to move past it without problems. That doesn't make it any easier, and its not the physical either.

A hard on can be dealt with by willpower or a few minutes of stimulation. Wanting to smell their soft blonde hair or wrap your arms around them... A bit more difficult.

Forcing back his frustration with himself for letting himself get attached at all, he poured out another triple and sat back in his chair - staring at the door as though something might change.