Free Backfire by J.R. Tate

over his head.  Being there with her, having every inch of her body under him, and seeing the pleasure on her face as they made love was exactly what Michael needed to get over this day and erase it from his memory.  Most importantly, he wanted to make sure Eva was satisfied. Their bodies moved together rhythmically and each time she spoke his name, he felt himself desiring her more. 
    After they both finished, he kept her body close to his.  Their legs were wrapped together under the sheets and he couldn’t think of a better place to be at that moment.  Her face was buried in his chest and her warm breath was comforting against his skin.  Neither spoke a word, but so much was being said.  He felt his body relaxing, and within a matter of a few minutes, he was on the verge of restful sleep. 
     
    ***
     
    A few days had passed since Michael’s near relapse.  He had gone to work and did things to get his mind on something other than the bad meeting with Viper. He had even made sure to tell Dr. Bowen that it didn’t work and that it was likely that he wouldn’t arrange another visit.  No one knew about the bottle of whiskey except Eva, and Michael was one hundred percent certain that it would stay that way.  Even though he trusted her, he still felt embarrassed about his break down.
    “So, are we just going to stay with your mom tonight, since we fly out in the morning?”  Eva had a couple of suitcases sprawled out on the bed and their clothes were everywhere. 
    “Might as well. It’ll save time in us not having to go pick her up, and Queens is pretty close to La Guardia too.”  He threw a couple pairs of socks into one of the suitcases and got a look from Eva that could probably kill him. Shrugging, he threw in another pair. “What’s the look for?”  He knew exactly why.  He just wanted to get a rise out of her.
    “You’re upsetting my system.”
    Scoffing, he pointed out the clothes in piles.  “System?  It looks like a damn tornado hit the place.  I should’ve said yeah, we need to stay with my mom because I’m not quite sure where the bed went.”  He smirked at her, unsure if she was in a joking mood or not.
    “Bite me, Mikey.  If it weren’t for me, you’d just throw all your crap in and f orget a million things. And then you’d just blame me when we get down there and you realize you’re missing your razor, or your underwear, or God knows what else.” 
    “You women and your packing.  You act like we’re going away from civilization for ten years! Pack me a couple pairs of jeans, a few shirts, and I’ll be good to go.” He tossed another sock in and she slapped his arm.  “You know what? I think I’m just gonna go sit in the living room and watch the bal l game.  I’ll leave you to it, m iss packing system lady.”
    She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and flashed him an annoyed smile.   “Finally, you’re catching on. G et your ass outta here before I kick it.”
    “That a promise?” Michael arched his eyebrow and spoke over his shoulder as he left her alone.  He was never a good packer.  Now he had to impatiently wait for Casey’s phone call again.  It was just to touch base on flight times and rides to and from the airport.  Despite all of the mixed emotions about the trip, Michael had a good feeling that it would reassure everything and he’d have a whole new attitude when they came back to the city.  For once since planning it all, he felt great about it. 
    Michael must have fallen asleep, because he heard Eva yelling at him, telling him the packing was finished and that they should probably head to Queens. It felt like he had just sat down to watch the game.  Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was after six PM.  Eva was lugging the suitcases down the hallway, trying not to look like she was struggling.
    He reached out to help and she scowled at him. “No sir, I got this.  I did it all and I’m not going to let you step in and take the