Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 11

I closed the door softly. The flourescent lights bit at my skin like a turbulent storm. I closed my eyes. Behind my quivering eyelids I saw the future; our future. I saw children laughing, jumping, playing in the vast fields of Neverland Ranch. But these children were different. They had Michael's big brown eyes and my dirty blonde hair. I wanted this. For myself; for him. I turned to face Michael. His eyes were closed too. Was he having second thoughts about tonight? I sighed. Tip-toeing to the bed, I sat. The bed was made of blue silk and felt as soft as the clouds that hid behind the midnight blanketed sky. I stared at the stars. They were dancing, chasing each other. A bunch of Seven Stars caught my eyes. Michael took my hand. "They remind me of elegant ladies wrapped in their evening gowns." I smiled. "I would imagine them to look like you." "Your too much," I replied, honored. "Ya know," he gambled. "What could be a more beautiful night than this?" He was right. The night was warm, a tropical wind blowing from the south. Crickets chirped, encouraging us to continue. The sky was calm, the constellations of thousands of souls perched permanetly in its form. I sighed once more. Without a sound, Michael's hands slipped to my waist. He gently stroked my thighs. "I like your dress," he complimented, making perfect eye contact. "Thank-you," I replied. "It was my Mother's." What would my mother think of this moment, now? Noticing the sadness in my face, Michael squeezed my hand. "I'm so sorry, love," "It's okay," I said, trying to maintain the happy mood. My Mother was dead. She had been dead for thirteen years now. Why did it matter? Father was so far away, he could not stop me. No one could. "Lets take our time, doll." He carefully carressed my legs, stroking ever so softly. HE was so gentle. It was a magical feeling...being with him. I allowed his hands to move slowly up to my chest. He spent some time there and then, cupped my head in his hands. "You are so beautiful, my princess." I never had thought of myself as a princess. "These long legs will come in handy." It wasnt the first time, I thought to myself. I was five feet eleven inches. "Your an inch taller than me" He said it in a wonderous, curious, whining sort of way. I knew he was only teasing. Abruptly, I felt left out. I climbed slowly onto his lap. "Hi Mikey," I said, devilishly. "WOAH, girl," he exclaimed as I reached for his belt. "Slower, baby." I pouted. He laughed as he saw my dissappointed expression. "Lissy........" I giggled. I couldn't help it. I playfully pulled at his stringy hair. I had a pair of scissors in my hand. "I'm gonna give you a hair cut," I said teasingly. "Oh no you aren't" We ran around the room like a couple of immature children for a few minutes until he plopped himself onto the bed. "Time out," he whispered, breathless. "Awww is muffin tired?" "Haha." I loved his laugh. Finally, I waited no longer. I yanked his belt off. He gasped. "Naughty girl, Alissa." "Very naughty." I smiled. I had never felt so alive and joyful. He unzippered my dress. Little did we know in our lust and love, we were not alone. Because deep in the forest was a man. An unknown man. A threatening one. All of a sudden, a gunshot rang through the house. But this time it was not Katherine. Michael froze. Out of the corner of the room arose.......... (to be continued)