Im in mah barn, lovin the serendipity (NSFW)

[puissance_ellie]

Ellie has GOT to see this. And since when did Mike start working for her uncle? Forget this whole 'pod people' business, because what is up with that? Still in her breeches and a polo shirt, she leaves her room and heads out to the barn. Her aunt and uncle have gone into town to get groceries and something to make for dinner -- steaks, they'd said -- and she starts calling for Brutus once she's out the door. Where is he, anyway?

Michael_Anders is pretty much exactly where he said he was. He's got a whole bunch of new, fresh bales of hay on the floor of the barn, and he's using a pitchfork to transfer them up to the loft. It's hard, hot, sweaty work, and he's already doffed his shirt for it.

And yes, Brutus is a few feet away from him, watching him work with a friendly, comfortable look on his face.

Ellie gets a bone out of the feed bin for Brutus once she's entered the barn. The old dog couldn't have turned traitor, could he? Whistling and calling to him, he's nowhere to be seen. Maybe he's gone out to the pasture for a while to investigate something. 'Mike is such a liar!'

Michael_Anders can't resist, and whistles back. 'Ha, take THAT, little girl!'

Ellie frowns, rather peeved. Making her way through the barn towards the loft, the scene in front of her stops her in her tracks. 'What in the-- OH. MY. He's hot and... HOT.' Fidgeting with the bone, she doesn't know what to say now!

<Ellie> Brutus! C'mre boy! (And the old dog wags his tail but doesn't budge!)

Michael_Anders 's grin is pure wickedness as he pitches another bale up into the loft. He can see how she's staring at him, staring at his bare chest, and he can't help enjoying having that effect on her.

<Ellie> Wh--what did... (Oh, look at the muscles in his back flex!) Um... (And his pecs!) You do to him?

<Michael_Anders> (raising an eyebrow) I petted him. What, is he supposed to hate everybody? He's a big teddy bear. (He pitches another bale up while he talks.)

<Ellie> Kinda... people I don't like. ('Oh GOD! Did I just out myself? I hope not! I hope he takes it the wrong-- no, right way!')

Ellie wonders if he really was bluffing. And now really hopes he wasn't because, well, look at him! 'I bet he has a rock hard... LAP!'

<Michael_Anders> And you don't like me, that's for sure. ('Even if you're staring at me like you want to eat.') So he should hate me too, huh?

Michael_Anders pitches one more bale up and, grinning, sets the pitchfork aside. He gets down off of the ladder, and starts walking towards her, not bothering to put his shirt back on.

<Ellie> I uh, um... (Doesn't she feel awkward!) So... how's Lizbet?

Ellie will ask him about the weather, next.

<Michael_Anders> Not good. (The humor drops from his expression completely for a moment.) A guy in our school lured her out of her house and then attacked her. Seriously, don't go out at night alone. She's going to recover but if she hadn't gotten away from him, he might have killed her.

Ellie blinks, clearly upset. She's never met Lizbet in person, but she seemed so nice in the chat. 'Maybe I shouldn't have walked through the pasture by myself this morning on the way home. What if Mike is right?'

<Ellie> Maybe... I could loan her Brutus when she goes home?

<Michael_Anders> (his expression gentling) Sorry. I was probably supposed to say that she's fine, but this situation's totally crazy. I don't want it happening to anyone else. I think she's going to be a lot more careful now, though.

<Ellie> (nodding) At least you're honest... (She bites her lip, fidgeting with the bone again.) I... respect that.

<Michael_Anders> I am. I know we got off to a really bad start, Ellie, but I promise, I'm never going to lie to you. And I'm not going to call you crazy or on drugs or anything like that again. I'm sorry I did that.

Ellie is still biting her lip and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Though she should look at his face, she keeps stealing glances of his chest and arms.

<Ellie> I'm sorry too... for ruining your yard. (And oddly enough, she actually enjoyed replanting the flowers. If she'd had any money left over, she would've planted some here, too.)

Michael_Anders knows exactly where her eyes are. And he likes it. Very much.

<Michael_Anders> It's okay. It's all fixed, now, and I think my mom likes the new arrangements better. She'd only just gotten started on landscaping the yard, 'cause, you know, we only just moved in. And Dennis is totally over the scare he got.

Yes, there are some pointed reminders in there... that he's not to blame for the trail disappearing, and that the real crime, to him, was almost trampling his little brother. He's sneaky that way.

Ellie considers telling him why she was even more upset after she came back here, but that would seem like a cop out and a way to pass the blame to something else. And now there's an awkward silence.

Michael_Anders knows what to do about an awkward silence. He steps closer to her. Wickedly, provocatively, not quite invading her space, not yet... but almost.

<Ellie> Um... that's good. (She should take a step back, right? And why in the world is she wondering at whether he's the bluffing kind or not. 'What he said about Brutus was true, so...')

<Michael_Anders> Now, there's one more thing that we probably need to straighten out, just, you know, so we understand each other. (He smiles.)

<Ellie> Oh? (Amazingly, she doesn't think it's in regards to the bluffing challenge.) What's that?

Michael_Anders catches her around her waist and lifts her up, putting her over his shoulder! He starts walking over towards the remaining piled bales, which will be perfect to sit on.

<Michael_Anders> I don't lie... and I don't bluff.

Ellie blinks, surprised! And she doesn't want him to drop her -- she's got a full day of training tomorrow, after church of course -- but even more importantly, she's amazed at how easy it was for him to do that. What he says barely registers as he walks her over to the bales, and... is she getting squirmy?

Michael_Anders grins and sits down on the bales, before lifting her off of his shoulder again and draping her across his lap.

<Ellie> No? (Her heart is hammering in her chest, but it's not because she's scared.)

<Michael_Anders> Now... how many spanks do you think your little stunt earned?

Ellie swallows hard. How should she answer? But more importantly, why does she want to offer more rather than less? Ten? Twenty? A hundred?

Michael_Anders strokes her back. As much as he might want to cop a feel, he's going to behave himself. Just deliver the spanking... but he could swear she's reacting the way Bridget did back in the summer. 'Is it possible?'

Ellie is sore where he's stroking her, even though she'd never admit it. Since she truly did earn this, she doesn't fight him at all and instead glances back at him over her shoulder.

Michael_Anders would give her a massage, as well, if he knew she was sore.

<Ellie> I... I don't know? ('Oh God, why do I not want to move?' Oddly enough, not being scared is disconcerting for her, and she doesn't know what to think of this.) I've never been... (Blushing, there are SO many things that fall into that category!)

<Michael_Anders> Never been spanked? Did you save your evil outlaw side for me and my yard? (That makes him chuckle.) Hmmmm... how many laps around the yard did you do?

Ellie has to look down at her hands again for the moment. She catches sight of Brutus, who should by all means be trying to tear Mike's throat out, but is instead dozing off. And that is most telling of all -- the old dog knows she's not scared.

Michael_Anders is very aware of that, himself. And he's fascinated by that reaction. Could it possibly be...? 'It's just not possible that the Girl Next Door -- well, back-door -- is exactly what I've always hoped I'd find and didn't think could exist. Not in a freaky town like this.'

<Ellie> I was pretty shocked... and I don't remember. (Honestly, much of that discovery was a blur.) I'll take however many you want to give me. Is that fair?

<Michael_Anders> I'll give you as many as you can take... that sound fair too?

Michael_Anders canNOT believe this. He's a little agog.

<Ellie> (softly) Very fair. (Not sure what to expect and not wanting to squirm her way out of this, she crosses her arms and hides her face... and then tenses up.)

<Michael_Anders> Relax... here we go. (He won't be too rough... not unless it's clear that she's genuinely enjoying it, and he has no right to expect that, really, does he? He's at least going to prove the point that he doesn't bluff, but he's not out to hurt her. So the first spank is sharp but pretty gentle. And of course, her clothes are protecting her.)

Ellie can probably take a lot more than Mike expects; after all, the times she learned to post properly and had messed up her diagonals had been like HARD spanks, one after the other and in even more sensitive areas. On the first he gives her, she flinches a little, not heeding his command to relax.

<Michael_Anders> You okay? (Really, she didn't flinch all that much, and sure didn't yelp, but he's going to ask just to be sure. If she is... 'Oh man.')

<Ellie> (nodding, her voice is very timid) Yes... doesn't hurt like bareback does, sometimes...

Ellie bites her lip, wondering why she added that. 'Oh God Ellie... you actually like this, don't you?'

<Michael_Anders> Mmmmmm... (spanking her again) So, this is something you're used to? I'm just the first human who's done it? (He has to chuckle at that thought.)

Ellie doesn't realize it, but she's begun to relax, albeit subtly. And is there a hint of arch in her back and lift in her hips? There just might be.

<Ellie> (swallowing) Yes... but more between my legs than there... (Her cheeks blushing a bright red, she wishes she could take those words back. They were completely honest, but oh God!)

<Michael_Anders> I could do that, too, if you'd like. (God, would HE like. 'Oh my God, I actually said that to her.' He covers up his sudden mixture of embarrassment and arousal with another spank, and tries to keep from getting an erection and scaring her.)

Ellie squirms and shifts on his lap, wondering if this is what she's been looking for and wanting so badly. She'd never had a name for it, or any idea that anyone else might like this to -- giving and fulfilling rather than offering and complying, like she wanted to. And his offer... 'Oh God, I want him to.'

<Ellie> (softly) I have to train tomorrow... (She's so close to looking over her shoulder at him, wanting to see if there's something in his expression she's missing.) But...

Michael_Anders 's expression is startlingly tender and gentle.

<Michael_Anders> But? (Another spank)

Ellie nervously bites her lip. Can he tell how squirmy she's gotten? Not so much to make her lose contact with his hand, but... this is making her feel like the time she flirted with Tom in the barn this summer.

<Michael_Anders> Hmmmmm? But what, Ellie? (Another spank... my God, she's meeting his hand!)

<Ellie> If... (Taking a chance, she finally glances back at him over her shoulder. And his expression wasn't at all what she was expecting. It's not wicked or twisted or mean. Though it's a relief, it's a complete surprise.) If you... (She mumbles the last word.) want.

<Michael_Anders> Mmmmm... (His spanking hand comes down, gently, to draw her thighs apart and shift her position. If she were naked, she'd be presenting herself to him... for things she probably tries not to think about. 'I can't believe this...' How did he find this level of serendipity?)

Ellie is a little worried? Scared? Something's not right, but it's not him -- she feels almost wet between her thighs. 'Oh God, what is that? I'm not supposed to like him, or this, am I?' Nervously, she bites her lip and tenses up a little.

Michael_Anders draws back his hand, careful now with his aim, and brings it down between her legs. He doesn't want to hit too hard, but... 'Oh God, if this works...'

Ellie bites back a gasp, not daring to move at all. And now that feeling of wetness between her legs is even worse, making her wonder what's happening to her. So utterly confused, she looks over her shoulder at him as if to ask, "What're we doing... and why do I like it?" The answer, whether she knows it or not, probably isn't one she's ready for yet.

Michael_Anders is astounded by the look on her face. He has to spank her again. He just has to. 'Oh my God... you are my dream.'

Ellie bites her lip at the next spank he delivers to her, still watching him. 'I shouldn't like this, should I? I shouldn't, but I do...'

Michael_Anders's eyes are locked with hers. What he's seeing in her eyes has him riveted. He spanks her again, wondering how far this will go. Because it could go somewhere incredible...

Ellie swallows hard, her eyes trying to close for a moment. What he's doing is even better than those times something strange, although wonderful, happened during a long stretch of cantering on her horse. It'd been so haphazard when it would happen too. Ever so subtly, her back arches just a little bit more.

<Michael_Anders> (swallowing too) That's my girl... it's not too much, is it? (He hopes it's not too much, as he spanks her again. He thinks he might just be able to... what? He's read about this, about where he might be able to take her, but he didn't think it could really happen for him.)

Ellie, her gaze still locked with his, gives a slight shake of her head. Her hands try to fist into the hay bale as if trying to hold on for dear life. Something seems close to the edge, but what? Whatever it is feels like it'll be complete? Satisfied? In the next few spanks.

Michael_Anders has the incredibly powerful urge to kiss her. That certainly hadn't been in his thoughts when he came over here this afternoon; he'd expected he might corner her and manage to get a swat or two in before she cussed him out. But now, he's imagining much different things, as he spanks her again. And again, and again.

Ellie holds herself steady for him as he continues to spank her. Even though this was supposed to be a punishment, it feels like anything but. And the last one he landed was so close to something very good. Her eyes drift closed, and on the next spank, she lets out a sob before she can bite it back. 'Oh God... what's he done to me?' And more importantly, she wants to know, is if he'd ever do it again.

Michael_Anders almost stops when he hears that sob, but the look on her face is incredible. One more, somewhat gentler spank comes down... and then he rests his hand on her and gives her a gentle, soothing rub before he realizes just where he's TOUCHING her. 'Oh my God...'

Ellie is so confused right now as she hides her face in her arms again. She doesn't dare try to squirm or change position, not wanting to disturb what he's doing. 'Is this supposed to happen? How am I going to look at him, after ASKING him to do that? God, I hope he's not mad at me!'

Michael_Anders gathers Ellie up, turning her around so that she's sitting in his lap, and puts his arms around her.

<Michael_Anders> (softly) Are you okay?

Ellie really doesn't understand what's going on, but whatever this was has generally made her feel calmer. And how and why THAT happened is beyond comprehension for her.

<Ellie> (whispered) I... I think so. (Swallowing, she looks down at her hands.) Are you?

<Michael_Anders> Very... (He leans forward and kisses her forehead.) As long as I haven't hurt you.

<Ellie> No... (Biting her lip, this didn't seem at all like punishment.) I'm sorry.

<Michael_Anders> Nothing to be sorry for. (He strokes his finger over her lip.) Friends? (wink)

<Ellie> Friends... (She's on the verge of asking him something, but thinks better of it.)

<Michael_Anders> Good... I want to be friends. I like you, a lot. (His finger is still tracing her lips.)

<Ellie> I like you too... (Her teeth really don't want to let go of her lip when she's not speaking.) Still sorry... and um... (Her mouth feeling quite dry.) I'm sorry it didn't hurt when you... you know.

<Michael_Anders> I'm glad it didn't hurt. (He leans a little closer to her, almost resting his forehead on hers.) Did you like it?

Ellie lowers her head a little, her cheeks a bright red.

<Ellie> Please don't tell anyone?

<Michael_Anders> It's our secret. (Now his forehead does touch hers.)

<Ellie> Thank you... (Very slightly, she relaxes against him.) Did you?

<Michael_Anders> Very much. If you want to do this again, sometime... I'd really like to.

<Ellie> But... I don't want to spend another Saturday morning fixing a lawn. (And she's completely serious, too.)

<Michael_Anders> Hmmmm... how about helping my mom garden? She said she had a wonderful time and that she loved "chatting" with you while you two worked. She likes you, too.

Ellie is surprised, not understanding why she would! But that's good to hear, too. Maybe Aunt Maggie had explained why she'd been so upset, but she wasn't ready to talk about it herself.

<Ellie> I mean... um, as long as I don't have to do something bad first?

<Michael_Anders> You don't. It can be our fun, not some kind of punishment. As long as you're enjoying it, it's our fun.

<Ellie> And no one will know?

<Michael_Anders> No one will ever know. It's none of their business.

<Ellie> Promise? (She finally manages to look up at him.)

<Michael_Anders> I promise. I swear to you, nobody will ever know what we do. I don't blab. (He smiles, and seals the promise with a quick kiss to her lips.)

Ellie blinks, her heart feeling like it's just skipped a beat. She's never been kissed before, and that was so fast! 'I don't know if that counts, but WOW!'

<Ellie> ...I um... ('Words Ellie, words!') I don't either.

Michael_Anders watches her expression and is very pleased; she liked it. She'll probably let him do it again!

<Michael_Anders> Good... anything you want to have be our secret can be.

<Ellie> Thank you. (Trying to nerve herself up to kiss him back, she cheats and goes for his cheek. It's quick, of course, but someday she hopes it might be longer.)

Michael_Anders closes his eyes for a moment as she kisses his cheek. Oh, that feels nice. He hugs her to him a little, not really expecting her to hug him back since he's shirtless and she probably feels too shy to touch him.

Ellie timidly curls up against him, loving the way his arms feel around her. If she could have any wish granted, right this minute, it'd be to stay like this all night with him. Something about the way he's touching and holding her makes her not feel so nervous or worried about adjusting to this new place. 'Maybe he'll make it not so scary...' And quite possibly, make discovering what she is and what she wants not so scary as well.

Michael_Anders holds her close. Soon, he'll have to get back to baling hay, and she'll probably need to get back to riding... but he wants to hold onto this moment for a while. It's something very special... something he hadn't really thought he'd find. Something he doesn't want to give up. 'Wow, Ellie... I had no idea.'

((Crossposted to michael_anders's journal))