Michael lay motionless on his back, unmoving, an unfeeling statue, never saying more than necessary. His eyes scanned your face, expression stoic. Your body was turned toward him as you lay beside him, the blue sky above you. But as warm as the day was, Michael remained cold, so detached from any emotion, from pleasure and from pain. But you.. you were consumed by all of it and he couldn't help but feel the power imbalance here, feel how much more dominant and in control he was even now.