Michael and Jenna have decided to give things another shot. By the grace of God, things have been amazing. Since they've gotten back together, the sex has been incredibly unbelievable, like wow.

Jenna gets worked up just thinking about it.

Like right now, she's in the middle of a writing session with Ernest and Michael. They've been trying to come up with something fun, like a party song, and she just can't focus.

She's practically squirming in her seat.

"I'm gonna grab some lunch. Y'all comin'?" Ernest says as he stands, collecting his things.

"Uh, I'm not hungry yet." Michael says, looking at Jenna who isn't even paying attention to what's happening.

"Jen?"

"Huh? Uh- no, I'm not hungry but thanks for the offer." Ernest nods then leaves the couple alone.

Almost as soon as the door is shut, Jenna is practically throwing herself onto Michael's lap, a small squeal dropping from her lips before she kisses him hotly. She knocks his hat off accidentally but then threads her fingers through his hair, pressing her hips hard against his.

She needs him now.

Right fucking now.

Michael grabs her ass and pulls her even closer. She grips the front of his t-shirt, breathing hard already.

He sneaks his hands up her shirt, "no bra?" He asks with a smirk. She bites his lip in response, pulling on his jacket slightly.

"Hey, did y'all- oh." Morgan looks down when he sees his two friends borderline hooking up. They'd probably be hooking up if he never interrupted. "Sorry."

Jenna looks over at him with an irritated look. "What!?"

"Just wanted to see if y'all wanted to grab some lunch but it looks like y'all're tryna eat each other."

Michael snickers at the look Jenna give him, hiding his small smile behind a fake nose wipe with his fingers.

"Try not to swallow each other." Morgan teases then shuts the door behind him.

Jenna turns back to Michael. "We have an hour for lunch." She says, running her fingers through his hair before giving the strands a sharp tug.

"What're you sayin'?" He asks with a sly smirk.

"C'mon." She stands and grabs her purse. Michael picks his hat up and holds it in front of the problem his girlfriend created as they head down the hallway to his truck.

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"This ain't workin'." Jenna groans from her spot on the floor.

"Why the hell not!? We been workin' so damn hard on it!?" Michael shouts.

"I don't like the way it sounds!" She yells back. "You can't have depressin' words with these many major chords!"

Michael huffs from the couch. "You fix it then!"

She snatches the notepad as she shoots him a look. She playfully elbows him to move off to the side so she can sit in front of the keyboard.

He sits back and kicks a foot over his knee, his arms stretched out across the back of the couch.

She sits silent for a second, the chords running through her head then she plays some.

"I woke up to the 10 a.m. o'clock news. They all said that the sky was fallin' and God was callin' on the chosen few. Said there's fire where there ain't water. Said there's poison in the air and I should be wishin' for a little more time to settle my scores but I don't wanna be here no more..."

She runs a hand through her hair as she writes down the chords.

"Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf. Came home and told an Angel to go to hell. Make her cry, let her pack her bags and tell me she's never comin' back again. Outside, it's turnin' its last turn. But right now, that's the least of my concerns. Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away. Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end..."

She nods to herself. She knows these lyrics are about her and him, those nights where they fought.

"You can't use an E and an F for this. You gotta- you gotta minor 'em." She says in a soft voice, looking over at him through her lashes.

"You are... just so goddamn... beautiful." He leans in as he takes pauses.

Michael guides her to his lap, kissing her hard, gripping her hips. A soft moan tumbles from her lips when he slips his fingers past the back of her panty waistband, resting on her hips.

They've been fucking around all day and she didn't bother to redress entirely so she's just been in his shirt and a pair of cute panties while he's in just his boxers.

When he starts kissing her neck, she melts against him, practically fucking submitting to him like he's a dom.

They've never had that type of sex before; neither of them are really into the dom/sub thing.

At this moment, he could tell her to jump off a bridge and she'd do it just because of his lips on her neck.

When she sinks down on him, her hands twisted in his sweaty strands, the door opens.

The fucking door opens.

They couldn't catch a break all day yesterday; interrupted the entire day.

"Hey y'all- woah! Again?" Morgan covers his eyes when he sees them fucking on the couch.

"It's my house!" Michael shouts back, pulling his shirt further down on Jenna to cover her ass. "Who the hell're you for comin' into my house without knockin'!?"

"Calm down." Jenna whispers, his dick still inside her with her hands on the side of his face.

Those two simple words work immediately.

"Sorry, man." He apologizes.

"You- you said to just c'mon in." Morgan says, setting a 30 rack on the counter. "I didn't realize y'all would be bangin' like bunnies." He stays in the kitchen to give the two privacy to collect themselves.

Michael picks his jeans up from the floor and slides them back on, switching shirts with Jen.

"Okay." Jenna sighs, tugging her shorts back on. "What's up, Morgan?"

"Nothin' much, Jen." He says. "Ern'll be here in an hour. Somethin' with his kid."

"Oh, shit. I forgot he had a kid." She chuckles.

He can't get the image of them fucking out of his head; Michael is invisible in this picture though. She was in the same panties she was wearing when they almost hooked up on the bus.

He remembers them well.

He kicks himself mentally.

.

Keep it that way, Wallen.

He's pulled from his self-scolding thoughts when he hears a masculine chuckle following a feminine giggle from the kitchen threshold.

He looks up and sees Michael holding Jenna from behind, whispering something that makes her blush and bite her lip in her ear. Morgan looks away when his hands move to Jenna's breasts.

She nudges Michael back slightly. "Uh, we were workin' on a new song."

"Well lemme hear it." Morgan says, cracking a beer can.

The three head to the living room where Jenna sits at her keyboard and starts playing Michael's new song.

"That's good." He says, leaning his elbows on the back of the sectional with his beer in his hands. "This for your album?"

"Hixtape?" Jenna asks, looking between them.

"No, no," He licks his lips. "I- uh- I'm workin' on my own album- solo album."

"That's great!" Jenna laughs. "Wow. Your talent is gonna make that record fly off the shelf."

He smiles. "Thanks."

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"Man, I'm tired of writin' songs today." Michael sighs, tossing his pen on the coffee table.

"Me too." Morgan yawns.

"I just wanna do some country shit." Jenna says, standing. "Let's build a fire."

"It's- it's like forty degrees out."

"So? Oh wait, I forgot you's from the south." She teases Michael. "You think this is cold? You think- it gets below zero back home."

"Back home? I think that's the first time you called Kentucky home." Michael comments. "You're also drunk so there's that."

"I ain't drunk." She snorts back, crumpling the now empty beer can in her hands. "Let's play poker."

"Poker?" Morgan asks, his brows furrowed. "Since when do you gamble?"

"Pfft. The only thing I gamble with is 'em one dollar Holiday Cash lotto tickets and that's only in December but Tiny taught me to play that summer before I left for college then got pissed at me because I's better at it than he is."

"You're drunk." Michael repeats.

"I'm not drunk!" She laughs back, her cheeks warm from the alcohol in her system. She stumbles suddenly.

"You tripped over a shadow!" Michael snorts. "Yeah, okay. Let's play cards."

"Hey, Ern never came by." Jenna says, digging through the end table for a deck of cards.

"Yeah, he slept instead." Morgan tells her, picking up her trash off the table.

"New daddy's need their sleep." She responds, pulling a deck of cards from the drawer.

The trio sit at the kitchen table with m&ms as their chips; Michael's too lazy to find his own.

"I fold." Morgan says, tossing his cards down.

"I see your four red and I raise you two yellow." Michael says, sliding said makeshift chips to the pot in the middle of the table.

"Call it."

"Three nines." Michael says, flipping his cards over.

"Full house; Kings over Queens." Jenna cackles, swiping the pot. "Get fucked."

"You know what you gotta do now, man." Morgan says, taking a drink from another beer.

"Do I really gotta?"

"You lost that hand. Take something off." Jenna smirks.

"Fine." Michael kicks off his shoes.

"Boo!" Morgan says, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Show some skin, baby!" Jenna laughs, shuffling the cards.

Michael gives her a playfully cocky smirk as he kicks a foot onto the table and basically strip teases taking off his sock.

"Woo! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Jenna cheers, clapping as she laughs.

"Damn, man!" Morgan cackles.

"Alright, alright." Michael smiles, setting his foot back down.

They play a couple more hands, the guys loosing more clothes while Jenna stays completely dressed.

"I see your six browns and raise you four blues." Jenna says, confident she's going to win.

Morgan looks between the couple with his arms crossed comfortably over his chest. He folded as soon as Jenna raised.

Michael chuckles under his breath. "All in." He says, pushing everything forward.

"Ooh."

Jenna shoots a look at Morgan making him giggle. "Fine." She does the same. "Call it."

"Straight." Jenna says, turning her cards over with a confident smile.

Michael glances over at Morgan then flips his cards. "Royal Flush." He cackles, swiping the pot. "You know what you gotta do." He repeats what was said earlier, mocking Jenna's voice.

"Fuck off." She says with a smile.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" They chant.

"Fine." She shakes her head as she stands.

The final looser, the one that bets it all and looses, has to strip down to their underwear for the entire next hand.

Jenna shakes her head. She kicks her shorts off, leaving her in a pair of peach lace boycut panties, every splotch of ink on her legs displayed for them. She isn't too keen on the fact that Morgan is there with them but after everything got sorted out, he is only a friend- strictly a friend and nothing more than that.

Michael can see the discomfort on her face. "Just lose the shorts, babe."

She says nothing as she sits back down with a soft blush highlighting her already flushed cheeks. "C'mon, 'nother round." She says, taking a drink from her beer can. "I'm gonna kick y'all's ass."

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