Mike & Karen Ch. 12

"That's the way mom feels about dad, and he knows it," Alex said. "I'm glad you're taken care of when I'm not around. Like you're glad Freja and Jeanie look after me."

"Okay, I take your point," she said, nodding. "And I'm glad things worked out the way they did. But as long as you're okay, Alex."

"More than," he assured her, smiling. "Never doubt it."

She buried her face in his shoulder again, holding him tight. "I never will ..."

***

Karen churned her hips as she sat atop her huge husband, trying to keep from crying out as he stirred her insides with his massive cock. She countered with the vaginal contractions she was so expert at, and rewarded with him grunting as he peaked and then released himself, his pearly, molten cum pumping inside her.

"You devil ..." he panted as she leaned forward against him, surrendering to her own staggering orgasm. It had barely passed before she felt the tears of relief streaming down her face, and she lay down, holding him tight and trembling. She felt his powerful arms surround her, and she felt so incredibly loved and safe, as only he could make her feel. He was the only one who ever had.

Karen almost never allowed herself these vulnerable moments, but the exception was when she was with Michael. She was the one person in the entire universe she trusted completely and implicitly, even more than she trusted herself, because he knew her like no one else did or could.

There was a sense of delight and relief in knowing someone out there knew her better than she knew herself, and she'd never held anything back from him, ever. She needed him to know her. He never judged her for her vulnerable moments, he simply accepted them. True, she'd allowed Alexa to see her hurt this past week, and Alex had in the past, but that was different. Only Michael could hold her this way, make her feel safe and give her strength she needed to go on against impossible odds.

"This week was so long without you," she murmured in a tiny voice.

"You'll get no argument from me," he agreed, stroking her lustrous bronze hair. I was worried I was going to solve all the world's scientific mysteries, just to keep my mind off of your absence."

She smirked: "Even your magnet anomalies with a quantum duet?"

"Even that," Mike agreed. "Accepting I'll never know certain things about the universe is easier than doing without you for a week."

"You have no idea how much that means to me, DeBourne," she murmured, nuzzling his powerful chest, feeling so very content and safe. She looked up at him and used her fingers to move his shaggy blond hair away from his handsome face, where it had come to rest just as they'd ended their lovemaking. "Leave any great scientific mysteries for me to solve?"

"Just to make sure you'd come back," he assured her. "I'm glad you're home, Gordon."

"There were times I just didn't want to keep on," Karen confessed. "Not without you."

"But you did, princess, because you knew you had to," he said, stroking her silken hair again. "You're so very strong that way."

She understood what he meant, because while there were parallels to be made between their two lives, he'd always considered her the more 'human' of the two of them. Not in a vulnerable, 'lesser mortal' way, of course, because she was regal and stunning, a goddess. But beneath that cool and aloof exterior she kept up was the most passionate and caring heart he'd ever known.

Mike had only ever had one course in life, and that was hurtling on, learning everything he could, a great compulsion he could not deny. He'd come from humble roots, from a world that was too small for him and that he'd had no choice but to leave behind. Only he knew what to expect of himself, because no one around him could understand what he needed so desperately.

Karen, though, had come from a life of unreal privilege, and her upbringing had constrained her in a different way. The expectations of her and the pressures to perform had been nerve-wracking, even when she was little, and though she surpassed all expectations and endured it with exemplary grace, she too felt constrained by her life, yearning for so much more.

"What you did this week was impossible, Gordon," he said, stroking her hair and smiling into her bewitching eyes. "And it would have been difficult enough without the complication of our son and your sister getting thrown into the ring. But you did it. You brought that entire family to heel in a way even your father couldn't have done."

She sighed and nodded, accepting the wisdom of his words, as she always did. She smiled and poked his nose. "Glad you managed to straighten Heather out."

"Well, Freja got involved, so 'straight' is probably not part of the equation any more," he replied, making her giggle. "But yes, she'll be fine now. I felt bad for her, even if it all needed to happen the way it did, strangely enough."

She sighed contentedly and snuggled into her husband, holding him tight. "Never let me do that ever again, Michael. I never want to be without you for another week, as long as we both live."

"I've never been happier to make a promise, princess," Mike replied, kissing the top of her head, feeling so very happy and complete now that the woman who meant everything to him was back.

***

1986: a dorm room ...

The girls were laughing as they arranged themselves on the floor atop endless pillows and blankets. They were all wearing pajamas, and each had bowls full of their favourite junk cereal. They were waiting for Karen to turn on the enormous new thirty-five-inch television her parents had sent her. It was Saturday morning, and they all knew this was likely to become a tradition while they remained together at school.

"Omigod, Kar," Mona laughed as she saw her friend sit down, the VCR remote in her silken pajama shirt pocket. "Is that really Frankenberry in your bowl?"

"What?" Karen replied, clutching her bowl defensively. "I'm allowed to like junk food."

"Wow, and I thought I was going ghetto with my Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Janet mused, looking down at her own bowl. "Guess I was wrong."

"I feel like a health nut, now ..." Lisa muttered, pouring a bowl of Honey Comb.

Karen turned on the VCR, and the girls all 'ooooooh'd and 'ahhhhhh'd at the clarity of the picture on the new TV. They had several hours worth of old cartoons to watch on cassette, and would pick and choose as the mood took them.

"So what was your favourite cartoon when you were a kid?" Lisa asked her friends. "I was always big on Josie and the Pussycats."

"Pink Panther, here," Mona replied.

"Warner Brothers reruns," Janet said.

Everyone looked at Karen expectantly.

"Oh, I don't know," she mused, smirking as she began eating her cereal. "I was always rather partial to Grape Ape, myself ..."

The roses that she'd received as an anonymous gift the previous day seemed to smile at her pronouncement.

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Author's Notes: Welp, that's the end of the dual arc. I enjoyed it, hope you did too. This chapter of Mike & Karen was light on plot in the modern times, but I was interested in telling a coherent story about how our couple began operating as a team in the past. It also was a great chance to show off what a troll Mike can be.

Expect Jeanie's Naughtycorrect app to be a plot device in the future, of course, because no good can come of this.

Next up, I have a Christmas special concerning the DeBournes to get ready. Then, 2019 will be upon us, and I will finish Twin Cities Tryst, so I can move onto a new project. Also desperately in need of love: My Naughty Neighbour, Sapphic Serenity, and The Great Khan.

I appreciate people messaging me ideas for stories, and I'll see what I can do about making them happen. I need to finish off a few stories first, however, because writing 24/7 would be required to keep up with the requests, and I already have a full-time job, in addition to my writing.

Yeah, sorry that I've turned off anonymous comments for now -- just too many morons who can't behave or leave an actual objective review, because the impunity of anonymous comments empowers their cowardice.

And no, I'm not saying all anonymous commenters are cowards, but I am saying that all cowards comment anonymously. I'd happily dare them to log in and leave one of their incel comments that way, but we know they won't. So for now, to protect my other readers from their vitriol, no anonymous comments.

I'd best get some sleep, it's nearly 6 a.m. here.

Keep your stick on the ice!

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