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"Wine and Shadows"



Title: Wine and Shadows
Author: LadyLoveLonesome
Pairing: Mike/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Monkees. None of this happened. Completely fictional.
Summary: Teresa attends a party with her brother John, thrown by John's friend and Teresa's dream man, Michael Nesmith.

“Christ’s sakes, Teresa, what’s taking you so long?” John, Teresa’s brother, called from the foot of the stairs.

“I’ll be down soon. Gimmie a minute!” she responded. Teresa abandoned the fight of styling her red hair and allowed the curls to roll down her back. She stuck her feet into a pair of numbing black heels and dashed down the stairs.

John glared at his sister disapprovingly.

“What?” Teresa asked.

“Your dress.”

Teresa examined the tight, green dress that barely concealed her butt. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s a little short.”

She sighed. “Jonathan Ware, don’t go all ‘big brother’ on me. We’re not kids anymore. I’m twenty-two years old. I should be allowed to get dressed up like an adult.”

John grabbed his car keys and opened up the front door. “I don’t see the point of getting that dressed up,” he mumbled.

The siblings climbed in the car and took off. All fashion complaints aside, Teresa could tell that John was in good spirits. They were heading to a party to celebrate the release of Magnetic South, the first LP by the band that John belonged to. The band was named Michael Nesmith and the First National Band.

And Michael Nesmith was Teresa’s reason for dressing up tonight.

A few months ago, Teresa was laid off from her job as a secretary at a fledgling paper company around the same time that John started working with the band. He told his friends of his sister’s predicament, and they decided to help out. Teresa would essentially be the band’s errand girl – getting coffee, pizza, anything the musicians desired – at their (sometimes all night) recording sessions. It wasn’t long before she knew a lot about the guys.

Except Michael. He was a cryptic message that Teresa couldn’t wait to decode. When recording wasn’t going right, he could be a raging asshole. But minutes later, if the problem was solved and the music was sounding excellent, Michael would look like an excited child. His emotions reached across an immense spectrum, and Teresa was absolutely enthralled by him.

The car slowed to a stop in front of Michael’s mansion. Inside, the atmosphere was a thick cloud of smoke and the smell of perfume, cologne, and alcohol. Teresa fought her way through a sea of blondes to the main party room. She scanned the room for Michael.

It didn’t take long. The tall Texan was a flash of white against the radical hues of evening attire. A white, rather baggy turtleneck, white pants that left little of his anatomy to the imagination, and white heeled boots. His black hair was parted on the side, and a perfect wave fell over his left eye. Michael surveyed the party with his stunning brown eyes and a smirk was visible on his billowy lips. He absentmindedly scratched one of his mutton chop sideburns with his fingers.

Suddenly, his eyes connected with Teresa’s, and a wave of panic washed over her. She quickly scurried to the bar to avoid his gaze, but those eyes were still on her as she walked away. Guys were always easy to win over for her. Teresa had a great amount of confidence and charm. A smile, a short skirt, a few flirty jokes, an intelligent conversation (depending on the man), and she would have them roped.

But Michael, somehow, stripped all of that confidence away. Teresa couldn’t talk to him. She felt like she was in high school. The nerdy freshman girl crushing on the star quarterback.
She poured herself a glass of red wine and took a little sip. But another guy’s radar locked on her. He started towards her with a cool walk. Without thinking, Teresa spun around to escape, but she collided with someone.

Someone clad in white.

Teresa fell backwards on to the soft carpet. The red wine had soaked in and traveled like a river down the front of Michael’s turtleneck. Guest gasped, and then their astonishment was replaced by laughter.

Michael’s eyes bounced from his shirt to Teresa. She couldn’t tell if he was angry, embarrassed, or somewhere else on the spectrum. He hurried away and ascended the stairs. Teresa got to her feet and followed him. Her heart pounded against her chest as she walked down the empty hallway. Only one doorway was illuminated. Teresa cautiously stuck her head in.

“Oh, Michael…I’m sorry…” Teresa said meekly when she found her victim of gawkiness. He was searching through a drawer of clothes. “I’m such a klutz. You must be so embarrassed. All those people! Oh man, I’m so-”

“Hey, it’s all right. No harm done,” Michael interrupted her babbling. “I should’ve been more concerned with you. Did you hurt yourself when you fell?” He pulled a black shirt out of the drawer and tossed it on this bed.

“No, I’m all…” Teresa’s voice trailed off as Mike pulled his stained sweater over his head. Coal wasn’t being fed into her train of thought anymore as she stared at his torso. A small field of hair on his chest, broad shoulders, well-toned arms, and a slender trail on his stomach that led far beyond the boundaries of his pants. It was the body she had dreamed of kissing, caressing…
She shook her head to get the train moving. “I’m all right.”

“Good.” Michael slid his arms into the sleeves of the shirt and began buttoning it. A tiny plea echoed in the back of Teresa’s mind. No, don’t button, unbutton...

“Well, I guess we should get back to the party,” Michael suggested. He guided her down the stairs. Teresa’s previous suitor wasted no time picking up the scent of his prey again.

“Hey baby,” the man said, attempting to get her to cuddle up to him. “Enjoying the party?”

She pushed him away. “Get lost,” she snapped.

“Oh come on, let’s have a little fun…” he tried to slap her butt. However, Michael pulled her out of his reach.

“Get lost, man. She’s mine,” he said commandingly. Teresa’s stomach flipped over his words. That authoritative tone mixed with his soft Texas accent was a stimulating toxin. She liked the idea of belonging to him.

The man scanned Michael, sizing him up, but decided it wasn’t worth it. He walked away, preying on his next victim.

“Thank you, Michael.”

“Please, call me Mike.” He said. “You sound so formal when you say Michael.” He brought Teresa over to an unoccupied couch. Someone began playing a song from Magnetic South on the stereo.

Whoa, Mama Nantucket, she tried to kick the habit
But she couldn't and she got stung…

“Oh, I love this song,” Teresa said, tapping her fingers lightly in time with the music on the arm of the couch.

“Really?” Mike asked. “It’s kind of a nonsense song.”

“I know that, but there’s one part that I really adore. I think it’s coming up.”

Well I don't like to quarrel but what about tomorrow
Will it be the same as the past
I keep on hoping that something will happen
And I hope that it happens fast…

“That’s my favorite part,” she said.


“I guess it describes how I’ve been feeling lately. My life is kind of at a standstill, and I want something to happen.”

“I know how you feel,” Mike said.

Teresa raised her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? You’ve got everything. Money, friends, music…”

“Doesn’t mean that’s all I need,” he said, staring across the room, completely avoiding her eyes. Teresa suddenly had strong guess as to what he meant. Was he talking about love?

They talked for hours as the party started to dwindle down in size. John came in the room, stumbling from the buzz he had going.

“C’mon sis. Let’s go.”

“But I’m having fun,” Teresa said.

“I wanna go home,” John repeated.

“I’ll give her a ride home,” Mike offered.

“Hey, you don’t have to do that, man.”

“It’s not a big deal. Besides, I think I owe your sister a glass of wine,” Mike smirked. John waved lazily and left the room.

“Thank you, Mike. I didn’t want to drive with him while he was buzzed and it would have been impossible to get the keys away from him.”

“I wouldn’t’ve wanted you to go with him,” Mike confessed. “Do you still want that drink?”

“No, thank you, I think I’m okay for now.” Mike looked around the room at the remaining party guests who were either too drunk or stoned to find their way home.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he suggested. “It’s nicer than down here.” Teresa simply smiled and followed him. There was a chance that her dreams could become reality in that room.

Mike opened the blinds in his bedroom to reveal a large balcony. Teresa gasped in amazement as she stepped outside. “You can see the whole city from here!”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Mike said. “Nice when you want to get away, too.”

“I wish I had a place like this. It would be nice to clear my head once in a while.”

“You’re welcome to come up here anytime you want,” Mike said.

“Really? No, you shouldn’t do that. I’ll abuse the freedom and you’ll get sick of me,” she laughed.

Mike moved up behind Teresa and slid his hands around her waist. “I insist. Besides, I couldn’t get sick of you,” he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to melt in Mike’s embrace. His lips pecked their way down her neck and shoulders. He brought one hand up to play with the thin strap of her dress.

Teresa turned around and found Mike’s delicious lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, causing her to let out a little moan. It was unusual that a guy got her excited so quickly, but Mike was no ordinary man. They slowly stumbled towards the bed. Teresa’s hands began popping Mike’s shirt buttons open like she was tearing apart a neatly wrapped Christmas present. He unzipped her green dress and it floated to the floor. Shoes and clothes splashed the floor like raindrops.

Teresa’s backside became engulfed in the bed’s silky sheets. Mike quickly cast off his restrictive white pants, and Teresa realized that they weren’t lying. He was large, throbbing, hard, and eager to tame her wild side.

He straddled Teresa; hanging over her like an ominous storm. His slender fingers took off her only remaining clothing – a flimsy pair of panties. Her confidence cowered as Mike’s eyes scrutinized her bare figure. She wanted his approval more than anything. Those eyes started to fill with hunger and he lunged at Teresa’s neck again.

Mike’s lips journeyed to her breasts, caressing and playing with her nipples, as one hand rose to spread Teresa’s legs. She moved her hand towards his cock, but Mike forcefully pinned her hand down on the bed. No urge of resistance grew inside of her. For once, Teresa didn’t mind being the loser.

The tip of his cock started rubbing against her entrance; teasing, tantalizing….Teresa could feel the heat coming off of it. Her heart gave silent, agonized prayers for Mike to enter. That’s all she wanted. That’s all he needed to do to make her happy, and yet here he was, just standing before the gate…

Without warning, he penetrated her. The surprise attack caused Teresa to sharply exhale every ounce of breath in her lungs. Their hips touched with each pulsation in his slow rhythm. Romantic, tender, but not enough for Teresa. She wanted him to push hard. Be rough. Reckless. Mike created an insatiable hunger inside of her.

“More,” Teresa muttered breathlessly. That’s exactly what Mike wanted – a reaction, a sign telling him that his potency was intoxicating her. His rhythm picked up, weakening her spirit exponentially.

“Yes…yes…” she moaned. Ecstasy was flooding through every nerve. Her back started to arch. She wrapped her arms around Mike, fingers clawing down his beautifully sculpted back.

Teresa felt lightheaded. She knew the big moment was on its way. The grand finale. The orgasmic sensation snowballed in her stomach, up her throat, into her mouth…

She let out a cry from the top her lungs just as Mike reached his crescendo, letting the heavens know of her immense pleasure. He slumped against Teresa, faces inches away; hot, lust-filled breath warming each other’s faces. Mike tenderly bestowed a kiss on the tip of her nose before closing his eyes in exhaustion.

* * *

Teresa rested on her stomach, nestling her face in the soft pillow. The smell of a vanilla candle flickering nearby painted her nostrils with bliss. The light from it illuminated the silhouettes of the two lovers against the ceiling. Mike lay beside her, one finger switching between stroking her naked back and playing with her fiery red hair. Suddenly, he sprang out of bed and grabbed a black robe.

“Where are you going?” Teresa asked.

“I’ll be right back,” he cooed, leaning over and kissing the top of her head before departing from the room. He returned with his guitar, a notebook, and a pen.

“Got a song idea,” he announced. Sitting back down on the bed, he began scribbling down a few words. Then he picked up his guitar and played around with a few chords. Teresa watched the creative pattern continue until her eyes became filled with sleep.

* * *

Weeks passed without a word from Mike. John didn’t even hear from him. Teresa grew terrified. She was hooked on him. Dreams of that night haunted and taunted her. He made her feel so special and wanted, but now she was beginning to believe she was just a one night stand.

But the heavens smiled upon her one day when John received a call from Mike, telling him that he wanted to start working on their next album.

Teresa sat in the studio with the rest of the First National Band, waiting for their leader to show up. He walked into the room and bid hello to his friends. Teresa busied herself with organizing some paperwork on a nearby desk so she wouldn’t be drawn in by his mesmerizing persona.

“I got a new song,” Mike said, grabbing his guitar and perching himself on a stool.

“Let’s hear it,” Red, the pedal steel player, insisted.

Tengo amor
Despues que todo esta finado
Tengo amor
Pero mi corazon quiere correr
Veo el sol
Y el me dice que tu me amas
No me correre
Siempre estare contigo
Aqui en tus brazos
Abrazan'te sin palabras
Nuestra amor
Refl'onando en el cielo
Despeacio seremos uno solo

“But what does that mean in English?” John asked.

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s in the other half of the song.”

I have much love
After all is said and done
I have much love
Even though my heart says run
I see the sun
And it says you love me too
So I won't run
I will spend my life with you
Here in your arms
Holding you without speaking
Watching our love
Making shadows on the ceiling
Slowly melting into oneness

“Wow man, that’s great!” Red exclaimed. “How did you come up with that?”

Mike shrugged and smiled. “It just came to me one night. One of those random surges of inspiration.” He made brief eye contact with Teresa.

She smiled. A craving suddenly came over her. A glass of red wine seemed like it would hit the spot at that moment…