Characters: Marina Ruiz and Michiko Passos
Setting: Michi's bedroom
Rating: SFWish, surprisingly.
Summary: Michi and Marina have a bit of pillow talk; Marina reveals a secret...


Marina rolled over onto her stomach and kicked her bare legs up idly. She cast her eyes toward Michi and smiled like she had a terrific secret. When she rolled back onto her back she showed her polka dot bra and lace panties to good effect. "You know I've always liked your room better than mine. Swear to god your bed is more comfortable."

Michi grinned at the other girl and wiggled a bit closer, her own undies always in plain sight. "Well of course, mine has had plenty of breaking in," she joked. "You're looking particularly cute and secretive this afternoon," she grinned.

"I feel particularly cute and secretive this afternoon," she teased sticking her tongue out. Of all her girls, Michi was a particular favorite. She ran a hand casually across Michi's stomach. She loved her afternoon's spent with Michi while Mari was out doing her usual activities. She leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to Michi's shoulder. "Have I told you how much I like your hair like this?"

Michi had been particularly fond of her afternoons with Marina, it was exciting to have a secret affair, not that she had ever really been good at keeping secrets. She had still kept this one to herself though. "You haven't," she grinned, flipping it out a little over her shoulders. She twirled her fingers in Marina's hair that had fallen forward and grinned. "Your hair is always fantastic. I'm super jealy that you can pull off pink," she pouted.

"Good genes," she said with a little shrug. "I could do yours if you like." She ran her fingers lightly over Michi's hair. "I think you'd look great with flaming red. Maybe a deep, dark purple. Wouldn't even have to do much to your hair to get it a nice shade of purple." She giggled. "Little man might not recognize you though. Can't scare the poor baby with my awesome dye job."

"I'll take it into consideration, but you're right, little man might not be too pleased about that," she grinned. "Izzy boo boo might like it when he gets older though," she laughed. "He's going to be a rocker baby for sure," she leaned over and planted a little kiss on Marina's cheek. "I'll let you do my hair then, and maybe you can do Izzy's too," she giggled.

"Liberty Spikes!" She would do his hair in spikes. "Green." Such a silly thing, but it was a nice thought. She grinned as Michi. "You're my favorite. Don't tell anyone else."

"Ooo! I like that idea! He's such a little bad ass," she smirked and rose an eyebrow. "I'm your favorite? Out of who?" she teased.

"All my girlfriends," she replied airily. Michi didn't know how close to the truth that was. Marina was tempted to tell someone, but there was no one at CCI she trusted that well. And Sam... Well, she figured Sam wouldn't understand one girl, let alone four. She blushed and pushed idly at Michi's arm. "No reason to be jealous baby because you are the best."

Michi giggled and kissed Marina on the lips. "Do you have more than one secret affair?" she asked. "You little ho! I love it!"

Marina's airy mood dissipated as quickly as it whipped up. "Would you really though? Love it, I mean?" She tried to play it off not too seriously, but she was failing miserably lying in Michi's bed in her pretty underthings, one foot twisted around Michi's ankle just to have that bit of physical contact for reassurance.

Michi smiled at the other girl. "Yeah, I mean... it's brilliant. If you're not already doing it then you should get on that, I know girls I could totally hook you up with Saint Marina," she kissed her forehead. "As long as your happy," she pushed some stray hair behind the other girl's ear.

It was a relief to hear Michi say so. Without thinking on it she began to gush. "That's good. Cause I am. A couple actually. But you really are my favorite Michi. You can't tell anyone. Oh my god my brother would kill me if he ever found out. One girl might be weird enough. But four. Four girls! He'd die. I'd die. I'd die because I killed him." She blushed furiously, hid her face in the pillow and screamed a silly girl scream.

Michi laughed brightly at Marina's revelation. "That's amazing," she grinned. "You have four secret girlfriends," she poked Marina in the sides. "Mums the word," she said with a big grin. "I don't think he would die if you told him you were into girls," she mused more seriously. "But I think you're right about the four girls thing," she laughed. "That is... that is a lot of girls to drop on one boy," she ran her hand down Marina's back. "You're totally an amazing student," she teased.

"I learned from the best, mama." She leaned into Michi's touch and giggled. "Oh god. No. Sammy couldn't handle four girls. To tell you the truth I'm not really sure how I do it." Or why I do it. She sighed a bit more soberly. "I'm not a bad person am I? I mean, I'm a horrible flirt and I tease Bobby like it's my job. And I have four secret girlfriends." Four very different, very wonderful girlfriends.

Michi couldn't help but laugh again. "That poor boy," she shook her head. "Yeah, best to not mention all four of us," Michi snuggled in closer to Marina turning to a more serious conversation. "Of course you're not a bad person," she kissed her forehead. "I don't think four secret girlfriends and teasing Bobby Eisley makes you bad. You wouldn't hurt any of your secret girlfriends and you certainly wouldn't hurt Bobby. You're just..." she smirked. "Curious."

Overly curious maybe. Marina grinned at Michi. "You really are the best." If nothing else could be said about Marina's choice in the ladies, it was that her women were all superb in their own ways. "Bobby is so cute when he blushes," she said a little deviously. "His buttons are so easy to push. He walks right into it. I figure I'm training him properly for his future wife. Let's just hope it's not Emilie Devlin."

"He's super adorbs, I just want to squish his cheeks," she giggled. Michi blurted out another laugh. "That poor boy is going to get eaten alive by Emilie Devlin before he gets out of high school," she grinned. "Well unless she does intend on making him her hubby," Michi shook her head and repeated her lament. "That poor boy."

"If he doesn't grow his own backbone I will ram one up him." Then she covered her mouth with her hands, so horrified that she'd said that aloud. "Or marry him myself. He'd be a good wife." Then she broke into a fit of giggles that rivaled the funniest movie she'd ever seen. She had tears streaming down her face, breathing heavily and grinning like a fool before she was done.

"Ina! I had no idea you were into that kind of thing!" she teased, giggling along madly. "He'd be so pretty in his little veil and dress at your wedding. Aww, we could get him aprons!" She laughed even harder. "Then him and Sam could have the true bromance."

Marina laughed so hard she rolled right off Michi's bed and hit the floor with a thunk. "Oh," she moaned and giggled some more. "That's going to hurt tomorrow." She popped back up and plunked onto the bed entirely without grace. "Our wedding registry is going to be Williams-Sonoma."

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Michi giggled sitting up in bed and leaning over to look at Marina on the floor. She scooted back over when Marina joined her on the bed again and laughed. "Oh man I'm coming to live with you guys, I'll be the live in nanny, you can pay me in Bobby's food!"

She made a weak gesture with her hands. "I'm fine. Bumbles bounce." She did bounce; she was well used to falling and the stamina it took to get back up even when you were hurt. This little tumble was nothing in the grand scheme. "That boy is a total genius in the kitchen. Not gonna lie. I'd marry him for his quiche alone."

"That's right, you're a tough little chica," she grinned, watching Marina get settled back in. "Man, the things I would do for a man that could cook," she laughed. "Maybe we should start going to the cooking club, trolling for cooking hotties," she mused.

Marina laughed tentatively. "Maybe I should stop trolling for hotties." She peered over at Michi's clock. "And maybe we should get appropriately dressed." It was getting close to that time of day when Mari might bust through the door any old minute.

Michi pouted but she knew Marina was right. "Yeeeah, I suppose." She scooted off the bed and slipped back into her outfit quickly. Stupid secrets, she lamented silently, she could spend the rest of her afternoon just lounging in her undies but she knew that would look weird when Mari finally did come home. She plopped down on the edge of her bed. "I'm glad you told me your secret today," she said smiling.

Marina dressed on the other side of the bed and plunked next to her favorite girl. She leaned her head on her shoulder and looked up at her like the sweetest, most innocent creature. "A weight off my shoulders to be honest." She blew a kiss up to Michi's lips and grinned.

Michi leaned her head against Marina's and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Good. Don't want you walking around having to keep that all to yourself," Michi knew what keeping big secrets was like, it had been terrible those first few weeks of her pregnancy until she finally just broke down and told everyone. "I'll always be here if you need to talk, you know that right?"

"Always," she said squeezing Michi in return.

Tags: !complete, michiko passos