Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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Short chapter, but this is needed before I continue with what else I have planned! This entire thing was improvised so I'm sorry if it sucks but I really just wrote it as I went.

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​Saoirse​ stirred slightly from her sleep, groaning as her body was telling her to get up. She opened her eyes in the nearly completely pitch black room and shifted her body to sit up on her side only feel an arm was latched around her waist. The brunette turned her head to look at Michael behind her, his face was nuzzled into her shoulder as he breathed softly in his sleep.

"Why does the Antichrist look like a fucking angel when he sleeps," the girl smirked to herself as she sat up, making Michael stir next to her.

"Stay..." Michael groaned, not opening his eyes as he still kept his arm latched to her.

Saoirse smiled softly down at the man laying next to her, "I need to shower," she muttered, removing his arm from around her and setting it down softly next to him. She reached down to move his hair out of his face with one of her hands before reaching down to kiss his forehead.The girl stood up from the bed and headed toward's Michael's own bathroom, grabbing a few fresh towels and setting them next to the walk in shower surrounded by glass walls. She opened the door to the shower and turned the water on to warm. Steam began to fill the bathroom before she stepped into the shower, not needing to take off any clothes since she was still nude after the night her and Michael had shared.

Saoirse stood under the water and let it run down her body as she thought about the night before. Where had Cordelia and the rest of the girls gone after her and Michael had disappeared. She found the thought of them settling in the bedrooms of the outpost that night to deliberate what was happening the next day odd. But they hadn't disturbed her or Michael since they'd left everyone in the entryway.

As she reached to get some shampoo so she could wash her hair, she also thought about what Michael had shown her. A young him with Mead was amusing, but she also thought about how Michael had discovered his abilities. By the looks of it, he hadn't known what he was yet, but yet somehow knew he wasn't normal at the same time.

The had washed her hair and now rinsed the suds out of her hair as another thought struck her. Kade had spoken of a Michael that went to Hawthorne with him all those years ago. It was a shot in the dark, but Michael would have been around Saoirse's age then as well. How many Michaels were there that could be magical beings. It all clashed almost too perfectly.

Saoirse picked up a washcloth she brought with her and wet it before putting body wash on it. She made the washcloth sudsy before beginning to wash her body, her mind wandering again. What was going to happen now that everyone was dead? Well, almost everyone. What did Michael have in mind? Were they going to leave to the Sanctuary? That is if there even was one. And what about Cordelia and everyone? It was all so unclear.

Saoirse rinsed off her body and turned off the water. She opened the door and stepped out of the shower to wrap herself in one of the towels she'd brought before taking the other towel and drying out her dripping wet hair.

She stepped out of the steamy bathroom to find Langdon on his side, wide awake. He stared at her as she walked out of the bathroom, moving to the front of the bed so she could pick up her underwear off the floor as well as her dress.

"Well good morning to you too," She spoke, looking at him as he stared at her.

"Morning," he sat up in the bed, pulling his sheets to cover himself, "You're not going to put that back on, are you?"

Saoirse looked down at the dress in her hands and frowned, "Well I don't have anything else to put on, so if you have a better idea then I am all ears," she spoke as she slipped her underwear on underneath her towel.