| PART 8-- Rating: R/NC17 The next day I stay in bed. I don’t care if the Crashdown is open or not. I just want to stir in my sorrows and loneliness. I close my eyes and drift back to sleep. When I open my eyes again my room is encased in darkness. I don’t bother to look at the clock. I don’t care what time it is or what day. There’s a knock at my door and I don’t acknowledge it. I continue to conceal myself from the world. I hear a soft click as the door unlocks and light footsteps enter my room. The bed shifts with the weight of the intruder. “You can’t hide in here forever,” Michael softly says. His voice is mixed with sadness. My body shivers. “Please, go away.” Michaels yanks the covers from me and says, “I’m not going to let you hide away forever. You’ve got to deal with this sooner or later, so you might as well talk to me.” I roll over to face him. “It’s safer if I do.” Michael chuckles. I sit up and say, “It’s not funny. I’m cursed, can’t you see that? Everyone who I’ve cared about ends up dead. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Michael softly caresses my cheek and says, “You’re not cursed, and nothing is going to happen to me.” I shove his hand away, shaking my head. “Yes it will and it’ll be my fault.” He pulls me to him wrapping his arms around me. He’s holding me close to him. I don’t want to leave his embrace but I know if I stay here, if I love him, he’ll be taken away from me. “Liz, it wasn’t your fault Sean died. You’re just grieving.” I jerk away from him and say, “If he never met me, if he never involved me in his life, he’d still be here. So would my parents, Alex and my grandmother.” He wipes the tears off my face with his thumb and says, “Aren’t you the one that told me I shouldn’t feel guilt when Isabel died? That’s what you’re feeling, guilt. You should take your own advice. It wasn’t your fault.” I release myself from him and walk to my window. I look out and sigh. “That’s different. Isabel knew what she was getting herself into. You blame yourself for what happened during a war. I on the other hand caused their deaths by being alive.” Michael approaches me and says, “How is it your fault when some prisoner kills Sean? How is it your fault when a semi driver falls asleep at the wheel and kills your parents? How is it your fault when Tess kills Alex? How is it your fault your grandmother had a heart attack?” He’ll never understand. How am I supposed to make him understand? I abruptly turn around nearly knocking him over. I take his hand and lead him to my bed. I motion to him to sit down and he obeys. I lean towards him and brush his hair behind his ear. I lean forward slowly and gently brush my lips to his. I startle him at first, but he recovers quickly. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. He opens his mouth to my probing tongue. I deepen the kiss. I feel his hands wonder over my body. They’re on my back then they slowly trail down until they land on my thighs. He pulls me closer and that’s when the flashes come. **Michael watching me at the funeral feeling sorrow, hurt and a little jealousy / Michael knocking on my door feeling loneliness and sadness for me / He and I in the stockroom feeling desire, passion and love.** Michael pulls away. Confusion evident in his eyes, he softly says, “You think you should have died that day?” I nod. He grips me tighter and says, “You’re not cursed. It was a miracle that Max saved you that day. I didn’t realize it then, but now…” He slowly lifts my chin so I can meet his gaze. “I love you so much, Liz, and I can’t lose you. Nothing is going to happen to either of us.” The tears I’m so desperately trying to hold back start to spill over. He rocks me soothingly stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. “I can’t go through another death. I just can’t.” Michael lies back and guiding me along with him, he holds me tight and comforts me until I fall asleep. I wake up startled and Michael’s grip tightens around me. He kisses the crown of my head. I smile up to him. He leans forward and tenderly caresses my lips with his. I slide up his body to deepen the kiss. He lifts me up so I’m straddling him. I release his lips and attach them to his neck. I hear him moan. I start swaying my hips over his bulge. Michael growls, flips me over and slowly unbuttons my shirt. He takes one of my breasts in his hand, while his mouth takes the other. I arch my back up reveling in the feeling he is evoking in me. He trails his tongue down until he reaches my navel. He erotically dips his tongue and rolls it around. “Oh God,” I moan. He descends lower and my body bucks as his tongue touches my most sensitive area. I pull him up and attack his mouth. I latch my legs around him and rotate us so that I’m on top. I pull at his shirt until it’s finally over his head. I fumble with his pants and quickly slide them down his legs. I kiss my way up until I’m face to face with his manhood. I lick the length of him and then take him into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, hearing Michael groan my name. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his head and slowly make my way up to his lips. He rolls us over and enters me. The feeling of him inside me is incredible. We move slowly and sensually basking in the love that shines in both of our eyes. My eyes cloud over with unshed tears because I’ve never felt love as strong as this. We quicken the pace when I feel my body almost ready for release. He kisses me and whispers, “I love you, Liz Parker,” as we both go tumbling over the edge. He holds me close as we both fall asleep, basking in each other’s love. |