O N E ~ Night ~ S T A N D [Lacey]

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

When you're happy like a fool, Let it take you over

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Micah was already basically dressed in his pajamas, except for the shirt and shoes, but he needed those to go to this store Lacey told him to find. Not once had he heard of it, but whatever. Go with the flow. He'd sat at his computer and found the place on Google maps, like a smart person would, but he only memorized the street the store was on, so he could have it ready for when he got in his jeep and used the gps to guide him to the place. Exhaling a deep breath Micah shut the laptop, hoped in his jeep then slowly followed the directions, which was irritating to him since he was the type of driver to drive as fast as he could.

Soon, Micah was pulling into the parking lot and taking in the site of the store. It defiantly looked cheaper. Now, basically jogging into the store, he mentally repeated the list until he had each of the items in the basket which he then quickly paid for and returned to the jeep. Only now did he start thinking about Lacey. Their relationship wasn't like some kind of heart-fluttering crush, more like a lust and desire kind of thing, but Micah really wanted to get to know her even if it was a friend, and hopefully tonight they could actually talk instead of hooking up so quickly like they did last time. Not that he was complaining, because everyone knew she was the probably the best you'd ever have, and Micah was pretty sure that she was in his book, but her sex wasn't why he was going this time.

The thoughts that ran through his head made the ride even more short, so when he'd pulled into the driveway he had to stop staring into space in front of him and pull himself back to reality to actually get out of the car. Grabbing the grocery bag, he walked up to the door and knocked on it just before leaning on the nearest wall and crossing his ankles then looked down at his tattoo on his forearm.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey smiled to the screen of her computer when Micah offered to come over, so they could cook some food. Oh, she was so excited to spend some time with him. Lacey wondered if he wanted to come over to actually cook, or to hook up again. Either way, she would enjoy her time with him. Lacey asked him to pick up a couple of things, she intended to pay him back. The total was most likely to be 10 dollars anyway. She'd probably stuff a bill in his back pocket or something.

When the door was knocked on, Lacey was in her kitchen, setting up pots and pans for dinner. She had planned on making fried plantains (her favorite), and rice with pork and beans. She wasn't quite sure yet what she'd do with the corn. Maybe she'd just make Micah do something with the corn. Lacey ran and slid on the hardwood floor to the front door. God, she loved her new slippers.

The minute she opened the door, she started apologizing for her crappy outfit. "Hey, I'm sorry for m-." Lacey was taken back at Micah's position, raising her eyebrow, smirking. She saw that he was wearing pajamas too. Kind of. Except for the Nikes. "You look good." She winked at him. "Come in, come in. Take off your shoes. I was just setting up in the kitchen." She let him in, closing the door, looking up and down his body. Lacey noticed a tattoo on his forearm. "Hey. Is that new?" She walked over to him, pulling his arm, looking at the tattoo closely. "It looks cool." She traced her finger along it, looking up at him. Lacey grabbed the shopping bag in his other hand, gliding over to the kitchen, laughing along the way. "Time to cook!"

notes: I'm sorry for the tardiness :c I got carried away talking to my friend last night.
OUTFIT IS HERE

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

When you're happy like a fool, Let it take you over

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Micah waited patiently for Lacey to open the door, so with the hand that was on the same forearm of his tattoo, he curled his fingers into a fist tightening the fist then releasing just before tightening again. The tattoo was an heart, not the little cartoon ones girls would draw, but a actual organ, and Micah wanted the tattoo to somehow "pump" when his fist tightened or closed, and Jacob of course did a good job on it. Below the heart was a cursive font that had three lines of words in Spanish. It said "Never look down, be who you are, and forever be in peace with yourself." The text was actually a good small size so it could be readable ,and it not be messy. Micah really wondered if his Uncle was proud of him this moment.

Micah looked up and smiled at Lacey just before he was being pulled through the door by his hand, when she mentioned his tattoo he shook his head. No, it's been there for a couple of weeks, I got it for my uncle. Shrugging he then laughed as she was so easily distracted and made her way to the kitchen. Micah pulled off each of his shoes and put them near the door then made his way to the kitchen himself then leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. What're we cooking? He asked. She wasn't the only one easily distracted, for some reason, he really wanted at least one kiss from her, but if she wanted it. She could give him some signs cause he was for sure not going to push himself over the lines.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

She watched Micah lean against the counter, washing her hands. "Really? Shut. Up. I would have noticed it.." Lacey thought back to a couple nights ago, and never remembered a tattoo that distinct. She read the quote in her head, translating it. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish either. God, I'm so off." She placed her hand to her forehead, embarrassed. She assumed that Micah wanted to get to know her, and she was doing a shit job at getting to know him.

Lacey opened up the bag, placing the products on the counter beside Micah. She went to the cabinet and pulled out a bag of rice. "We're gonna cook rice with beans and pork. Kinda lame, but, I didn't have any other better ideas. Oh, and fried plantains. You can do something with the corn." She picked up the two cobs of corn and slapped them against his chest, giggling.

She had hoped this would maybe end up in them hooking up, but that probably wouldn't happen. Lacey was certain that he was just here to get to know her. Oh, God. She had hoped that this guy wasn't clingy. The guy before last was clingy as hell. She cringed at the thought of his constant texts and calls. She eventually had to call her phone company to stop all contact from his number. That freakin' stalker, but Lacey was pretty sure Micah wouldn't be like that because he had hooked up with other people before, or so she heard.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

When you're happy like a fool, Let it take you over

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Damn, Lacey seemed pretty hyper or maybe it was just because he was kind of tired. Yawning, Micah listened to what they were going to cook and when she pushed the bag to his chest he laughed and shook his head. Why not just make normal corn with it and put pepper on it? I thought you were the great cook, Lacey. Micah grinned teasingly and handed her the bag.

Stretching his arms he took a glance at his tattoo once again before looking at her. Oh, and if you met my family, you'd know I spoke Spanish, but other than that I'm pretty different from my family. The thoughts in his head really needed to go away, because he really wanted to eat something and get to know her, but he could promise anyone that before he would leave, if he would leave, he'd have a bit more of what he got before. He could pinky swear on that mess. And pinky swears were legit.

Suddenly Micah snapped himself from staring at her, basically undressing her with his eyes. Again, that look. Clearing his throat he started a new conversation. A lame one, but right now that was the best he could do since his head was in other places. So, whats your favorite color? And why? I say..red. Just because of the bra and panties you were in that night. Micah smiled and shrugged.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey scoffed at Micah's comment, putting the bag back on the counter. "More like the lazy cook. I just want to cook this and get it over with. I'll make you a real meal another time. Deal?" She turned around, her hair swishing behind her and smiled at him. Lacey took the pork out of the package and began cutting it into cubes.

She looked over at his forearm another time, admiring his muscles. "Are you saying you want me to meet your family? I think it's a little too early for that." She gave him a weird look before moving the pork cubes into a frying pan with oil in it. "We could speak in Spanish to each other, yeah?" Lacey tried to remember if she shouted out some things in Spanish that one night. "Tu es muy guapo!" She giggled to herself.

Lacey turned around, leaving the pork and rice cooking on low, walking over to Micah. She rubbed her thumb over his neck, smiling up at him. "Muy, muy guapo." She whispered. "My favorite color is indeed red. What's yours?" She laughed at his lame attempt to get to know him. She left Micah to go over to her stereo, turning it on to her old Shakira album, singing along to it. "Quien no ha querido a una diosas licantropa en el ardor de una noche romantica." She sang along with Shakira in time, dancing along to the music.

notes: LOL GOOGLE TRANSLATE IS MY FRIEND.
HERE'S THE SONG.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

When you're happy like a fool, Let it take you over

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Smirking, he watched Lacey try to say she was just being lazy. It was funny to watch her squirm or get mad, but just at little things. He was almost positive that if he pissed her off beyond belief, she'd be scary. He'd seen a lot of girls like that with his brother before. Them both running around the house punching and throwing shit. Crazy fights, but his brother, Justus, was crazy anyways so he guessed it made since.

Micah's eyebrows rose and he laughed and shook his head when she said something about him wanting her to meet his family. Uh, no. I mean, I don't wanna be mean, but yeah, no. We arn't even together so. He shrugged hoping he didn't make her feel not special enough, but there was no way they were serious right now, so no meeting his family. But you might end up meeting Justus, he's been talking about moving here, and my favorite color is Orange I think.

Arching a brow he watched her dance and sing along to the song, tilting his head he began smiling then laughing. It wasn't that she was a bad dancer, but just the thought of her dancing alone made him laugh let along her doing it. Clearing his throat loudly to get her attention, he motioned her to come here. Finally getting her to him. he pulled her close and skillfully and swiftly wrapped his arms around her before pulling her close and grinned before saying in a low voice Yo no llegué a darle las gracias por haberme llamado "guapo"


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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey scoffed. "You're not being mean. I don't want to meet your family." She gave him the same weird look as before, the nigga, you crazy kind of look. "Is he cool?" She laughed a little at his favorite color. "You think it's orange? I hope you don't own orange boxers. That'd look atrocious." She laughed loudly at the thought of seeing Micah in orange boxers. Hilarious. "Is he your cousin or something?" She asked Micah, out of curiosity.

When Micah told her to come to come toward her, she happily obliged, moving her hips all the way over to him. She pressed against him, still moving her hips. Lacey smiled at Micah's comment. "Hmm, de nada." She reached up to his face, moving her thumbs lightly against his jaw line. Lacey heard a pop come from the stove. She gasped, looking over at the stove top. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She broke away from Micah, attending to the pork. It wasn't even on there for that long. She moved the pieces around, and checked on the rice. "Can you do me a favor, and slice those plantains? Make sure they're kind of thick and slanted." She turned around, looking at Micah, "Do you want me to show you how to?" She bit her lip. Lacey couldn't be distracted by his good looks now. She had to focus on this food, and then maybe after eating, they could hook-up, she had hoped.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

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Micah laughed and shrugged. He's cool to me. Justus is the type of guy to, like, only be respectful and happy with his family? And sometimes friends? Oh, and he's my older brother. He's also really scary at times. Micah blinked a few times when his memory flashed back to the time when he saw his brother hold a gun to someone's head. Uh, you'll understand what I mean when you meet him, I guess.

Grinning Micah watched her move her hips just before pulling her a bit closer, but as he leaned down to kiss her the loud pop caught his attention and he looked around as fast as she was out of his arms. When she gave him orders to start slicing up the plantains, he took them and put them on the counter near the cutting board then began slicing them up before shaking his head smiling. Lacey, I think you should just admit you can't cook. It's either that, or I just really distract you. Turning around some he smirked at her then turned right back around and pushed some of the slices to the side, already halfway done.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey shrugged at Micah's description of his older brother. "I dunno, maybe I'll like him. I'm not too keen on meet people, though.' She rolled her eyes at a memory of one of her old steady boyfriends making him meet his god awful family. It was an experience she didn't want to have happen again.

As she walked over to grab the plantain slices Micah had cut, she gasped at his comment. Lacey bumped her hip into his, hard. "I can cook. Okay? And what do you think? Of course you distract me.." She put the slices on a paper towel and carried them over to a new frying pan. One by one, she placed the slices in the oil, careful not to let the oil pop on her skin. That shit hurt. "I need to pay attention to these. Don't let me get distracted." She got some more plantain slices from him. "I need a paper bag to put over your head when I'm cooking, unless you want burnt food." She giggled at herself.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

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Shrugging his shoulders Micah slightly rose his eyebrows I really don't care if you meet him or not, I'm just saying, he's gonna be around here, oh and it'd probably be a good idea if you stayed on his good side.

Laughing Micah decided to leave her alone while she cooked. Pulling out his phone and unlocking the code he pulled up a game and began taping his fingers in the right places, but still failing at it. Sighing Micah rolled his eyes and put the phone away after becoming to frustrated to even play it anymore. I swear having big hands sometimes is a curse, but then again, they have their benefits. He knew exactly what he was talking about so he grinned before poking Lacey's side. Hey, you, hurry up. I'm craving food and something else. So..you needa speed up.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey was trying very, very hard to focus on cooking, when all she could think about was what she and Micah might be doing after eating. She kept thinking of all the different ways, and who would make the first move. All of these thoughts gave her a feeling she always loved. It's that heat that circulates from her waist all the way down to her kneecaps. She loved that feeling so, so much. There wasn't a thing in the world that she loved more than that, well other than sex.

She looked over at Micah and he was playing with his phone. She rolled her eyes, thinking that he could be helping her instead of messing around on his phone. Lacey closed her eyes when Micah started talking about his big hands. There was that feeling again. She sighed, nodding her head, as she couldn't find words to come out of her mouth. Lacey putting rice in a bowl when Micah poked her side. She opened her eyes, back to reality. "You can't rush art." Lacey said, poking him back. "Something else?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, did you want me to make dessert or something?" She turned back to her rice, adding the beans she had cooked already. "because I can make a dessert dish.. if you want." She turned around to him, smiling.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

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When Micah talked about his hands, he began watching the body language of Lacey. After seeing her position change like her knees were being knocked from her control he grinned. His brother liked power by being a criminal, and Micah liked power by every time a girl showed she was struggling with their thoughts, he just couldn't help himself.

Either he needed to tease, or have her now. Running his tongue gently and briefly over his lips, Micah stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her just before kissing from her ear down to the base of her neck then ran his lips back up to her ear and whispered I guess you could call it desert.. Just because he was getting touchy and feely, didn't mean that he wasn't going to eat. He was just having a little fun with her while he waited, not liked she hated him for doing it. He was sure of it.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey smiled widely at Micah's big hands wrapping around her waist. She continued cooking as he kissed up and down her neck and ear. "Mmmm... Oh, you meant that kind of dessert? Well, you'll get that eventually.." Lacey finished up cooking the meal and started serving it on plates. She had completely forgotten about the corn. Well, she could blame Micah for that, for being so damn distracting with his damn good looks and sexy big hands. She just want to scarf all the food down in 5 minutes and then move to the bedroom and do her thing.

"All done." Lacey grabbed some wine from the cabinet and poured it into two glasses, moving around the kitchen to the dining room table. "Could you bring the food over here?" She asked Micah politely, sitting down and took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes as the drink fell down her throat.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

The things he could have done right then and there. Micah really did fail at trying to hold back his needs to get to know her, it really made him feel like an ass. With how things were going, it was pretty obvious that this could be a weekly, or daily thing. Surely he would find out a lot more about her as time went on. As she began fixing the plates he backed away from her so she could do so. Arching a brow when she poured the wine he immediately took the plates from the counter and brought them to the dining room where she sat then sat down himself and took a bite. After taking a sip of his wine Micah nodded and looked to Lacey. Thank you for cooking, even though you were slow as fuck. Micah laughed.

Trying to keep his mind on the food, he eyed his plate as he ate it quickly, and when he was done he looked over to see Lacey done took his and her plate then went to the sink and washed each just before walking back into the dining room with his arms crossed over his chest.