Second Chances Part 2- The Trouble with Teenagers

Second Chamces Part 2 - The Trouble with teenagers by Bethhawke

Chapter 3

After everyone had left Archangel was still restless and angry and there was nobody left to take it out on except Marella.
“Don't they understand the seriousness of the situation!” Archangel was pacing the floor, leaning heavily on his cane, his limp pronounced.
“Sir, you'll wear a hole in the carpet, not to mention damaging you leg further. Sit down,” she tried to pacify him, knowing that where Hawke and Santini were concerned he could rant on all night.
When he didn't respond she decided to appeal to his chivalrous nature; if she sat down he would probably follow suit out of politeness.
She chose the sofa and sat down giving him a pointed look and gesturing to the space beside her.
After a moment's hesitation he smiled ruefully at her and sat down.
“I'm sorry Marella, it's just that those two drive me crazy sometimes.......”
“I know sir. But if you carry on like that they'll be driving you to a heart attack,” she smiled to take he sting out of the words.
He recognised the wisdom of her words and realised that he was not achieving anything by moaning to her, “Feel like dinner?” he asked realising that it was hours since he had last eaten and he was quite hungry.
“Sounds good to me. But on one condition....”
“What condition is that?” he asked curiously.
“No mention of Hawke or Santini,” she replied with a grin, “I want a proper date with good food and wine and intelligent conversation. No work!”
Archangel was surprised but tried hard not to show it. He had been working up to this all week but had always fallen back on work topics when he wasn't sure if Marella was thinking of their dinners as proper dates. His heart started to beat faster as he turned and looked at the beautiful woman sitting next to him, “It's a deal,” he took her hand, “shall we?” He stood up and led her out of the office, releasing her hand as they entered the corridor in case anyone was around..
After a quick visit to her office to collect her purse and freshen up, Marella met Archangel at the entrance and drove them to the restaurant. While she was in her office Michael had called ahead to make a reservation, asking for a table in a quiet corner with flowers and champagne. He intended to charm her tonight and hopefully their goodnight kiss would be more passionate than his usual kiss on her hand.
Their drinks at her apartment on Monday night, after his business dinner, hadn't been as successful as he had hoped, mainly due to his hesitation. What he had hoped would be a date had turned into a debriefing as he brought Marella up to date on the business that had been discussed over dinner. It would have been better if he had taken her with him.
Over dinner he had been plied with wine then brandy and when Marella offered had him a drink he'd realised that he'd already had enough and any more might have made him reckless. He hadn't stayed long and after calling a cab had kissed her hand goodbye and apologised for leaving so early, pleading tiredness.
Tonight would be different though. Michael realised that he had been stalling, unsure of whether to take the relationship a step further but Marella asking him for a date had made his mind up for him.


The dinner went as planned. Marella was delighted with the flowers and champagne, but chose not to drink too much as she had to drive home. So the half bottle that was left was taken back to her apartment where it was soon finished. All evening Marella had made gestures that Michael couldn't fail to recognise as flirting. She stopped short of making any direct advances to give him the opportunity to back off should he want to, but after finishing the champagne he realised that he was never going to get a better opportunity to advance their relationship.
When they had arrived at her apartment Marella had put on a tape of love songs which was still playing quietly in the background. Michael stood up and offered her his hand.
“Shall we dance?” His dancing days were over but he could manage a slow dance.
Without a word Marella took his hand and was gently pulled into his arms. They danced slowly, bodies close together. It was all he had imagined and he knew it was impossible to hide his arousal from her unless he were to move away from her, which he had no intention of doing. Judging by the way she was holding him tightly he guessed that she was feeling the same so he kissed her. A kiss was all that he had intended but the dance was soon forgotten as they got lost in each other. It soon became obvious that neither of them wanted to stop and it wasn't long before they found themselves moving towards the bedroom.


Lying in bed, their outer clothing removed, Marella looked at his scarred leg. She ran her fingers across the scars, taking care to be gentle. Tears sprang into her eyes as the memories of the day he had got them resurfaced. Her injuries would have been a lot worse if he hadn't protected her, lying across her as all hell broke loose.
“Marella?” his quiet voice brought her back to the present, “what's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”
“No!” she was quick to reassure him, “it's just...I've never seen the scars before. I mean, I saw your injuries at the time, but never the scars.”
“Do they repulse you? I can get dressed.”
“Don't, I didn't mean it like that. It just brought back memories.”
“Tell me,” he wanted to know what she was thinking, they had never talked about the attack by Airwolf at Red Star Control.
“Are you sure?” he nodded, “I remember the noise and the smells. The screams and people being burned alive. Friends dying, bodies everywhere. But mostly I remember you and me. The way you covered me, at the expense of your own safety. I remember seeing your normally pristine white suit covered in blood, both yours and mine. And just before I lost conciousness, I saw your face. The left side was a mass of blood and I thought you were dead,” her voice broke as she recalled the feeling of dread when she saw the man she loved lying on top of her, blood covering most of his body.

Michael pulled her to him and held on tight, tears in his own eyes. He knew that day had been bad but he hadn't realised that Marella could recall a lot more than he could. He remembered the second that he knew that Moffett had betrayed them, and how he had pulled Marella away from the windows, covering her with his body. But after that the pain had taken over and he had no further memories until he woke in the hospital bed, covered in bandages, his left leg a mass of fiery pain and unable to see out of his ruined left eye.
Still holding her tightly he raised his head to kiss her. She responded with passion, her hand caressing his body. He pulled away, wanting to be sure that this was what she wanted.
“Michael, don't stop,” she gasped. That was all the encouragement he needed as he removed the last of their clothing and gently tugged at a nipple with his teeth.
Their hands were everywhere as they attempted to please each other, almost making it a fight to see who could please the other the most and finally he was poised at her entrance ready to give her the final pleasure.
“Marella, do we need protection?” he asked her urgently, his voice gruff with desire.
“Pill,” she answered, pushing her hips forward to assist him. He slid easily into her aroused body and then lay still for a moment to catch his breath. They looked into each other's eyes. They were made for this, they couldn't believe they had waited this long. He caught her mouth in a deep exploring kiss as he started to thrust into her, gently at first then faster as their passion built.
“Oh god, Marella!” he cried as he felt his orgasm building. He wanted to hold back, to climax with her but the feelings were too intense. He came first, crying out her name again and as he came down from his euphoria he felt her orgasm rip through her body, her internal muscles gripping his softening penis. She didn't say a word, just crushed her mouth to his in a hard and powerful kiss.