Post by artsysteph on Mar 1, 2010 12:40:16 GMT -5
So, I was up way early in the morning writing this story, I was so wide awake that I could not stop writing, but I had to go to sleep. I asked MJ to help me out with this....lol
I do not have a title yet, but let me know what you think. This is my rough draft.
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Chapter 1
My mind drifted on to dream land as I settled into bed. No disturbances or people calling at odd hours of the night or so I thought.
The phone rings at the lovely hour of 4am. I am in no shape or form to be answering calls at this hour. Who is this anyway calling me? Determined to get some rest, I just let it ring. I place a pillow over my head and hope that the ringing stops, but that was not going to happen.
Sleepily I say "Hello?"
"Nat, It's me Mike."
"Michael are you freaking crazy for calling me at this hour?"
"No, but I need to talk to someone."
I sit up in my comfortable bed and sigh.
"Michael, I am all ears, but I am dying to go to sleep."
"I'm sorry....I'll just call you another time. Bye.
I start to feel bad so I decide to lend my ears.
"Ok Michael, what is going on with you?"
"Well, I just feel so alone right now. I need some company."
"Company?"
"Yeah, company."
"Where is Bubbles when you need him."
Michael laughs at my attempt to be funny.
"Nat, I am serious."
"Ok, I am sorry."
"So, can I come over?"
"Umm my place is a serious mess right now."
"It's quite ok I don't mind the mess."
"I mind it." I say under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing."
I was so not in the mood to have company, but Michael sounded so needy so I told him to come on by. He's a good guy so why not.
"So, when are you coming over?"
"Hmm, I'll be there in like twenty minutes."
"If I am sleep just keep knocking."
"Why aren't you staying up until I come?"
"You are asking too much from me."
I am so grouchy when I am tired.
"Alright, I'll stay up, but I make no promises if I drop off to sleep."
Michael hangs up the phone and I put on my silk robe and head to the kitchen downstairs.
I decide to make myself some cereal since it was morning. Good old Captain Crunch goes a long way. Sitting in the dark kitchen kind of freaked me out so I took my butt to the living room and sat myself down on the couch. My mind drifted to my sweet bed and all the dreams I am missing out on. Thankfully it was a Saturday and I did not have to be anywhere in particular.
I glance at my clock and it reads 4:19am. Michael should be here soon. I randomly place my cereal down and start to jazz up my hair. Why was I doing this. Michael has seen me with jacked up hair, but for some reason that was a no no. Looking in the mirror I smile at me looking so lovely. Who was I kidding I looked like a mess. Again, why was I caring when Michael has seen me at my ugliest.
As I fixed my hair, I heard two faint knocks. Must be Michael. Before answering the door, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Once again the question arises What am I doing?
Opening the door I see Michael with a bunch of roses and a bottle of wine in hand.
"What's the occasion?"
"You'll see."
Michael walks in the door, placing the the flowers and whine down on the coffee table.
"Mike, I am not down with surprises at this hour."
"Nat, no worries just silence."
He takes me by the hand and guides me to the couch. I am more confused than ever.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I just wanted to talk to you in person."
"Ok, what's on your mind?"
"You know how I have been feeling alone."
"Yes."
"There is a certain someone in my life that I so badly desire."
When he said that out of nowhere this jealous feeling came over me.
"Oh yeah." I had to clear my throat.
"Yeah. I have been feeling so lonely because I have no clue how she feels or if she wants what I want."
"What do you want?"
Michael pauses before saying a another word.
"I want......"
"Do you know even?"
"Oh yes I KNOW I want her."
"Well, you have to come clean and tell her how you feel."
"That's what I have been trying to do, but with no success."
"Do I know this girl?"
I am curious to know and it is bothering me that he digs some other girl. Why am I mad? We are just good friends right?
"Yes, you know her well."
Must be Becky I see how she watches him and drools.
"Oh, I do?"
"Yeah."
"When do you plan on telling her?"
"Umm, right now."
"Why are you telling me, when you could be telling her?"
"Because that person is you."
My mouth dropped to the floor.
"Are you serious?"
"I am seriously in love with you."
I get up from the couch practically sprinting to the kitchen sink to splash cold water on my face.
"Are you alright?"
"Michael this is like heavy for me."
"I understand, but do you love me back?"
I could have melted in place when he said that.
"Baby I do."
I slipped up. Now I am in trouble.
"What did I hear?"
"Ah, nothing. Your hearing may be impaired."
"No, no Nat I heard you call me baby and you said that you do in fact love me."
"No I didn't" I say making my way quickly up the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go lay down I am tired and delirious."
"Why are you running?"
"Michael I am tired."
"You can not run away from your feelings."
"Yes, I can."
I run quickly to my room and close the door. He follows behind.
"Natalie, I love you and I want to show you how I feel."
I am seriously panicking here. What am I going to do?
"Michael I am so confused."
"About what?"
"Us. Its all too much."
"Baby, let me hold you."
God I wanted him to hold me so badly. What was I really afraid of?
Letting go and just totally abandoning my soul to him. It kind of scared me.
My back pressed up against the door. Michael was on the other end of the door begging for me to open up. I was so afraid to open that door.
Continuation.............
I got tired of hearing him beg after what seemed like an eternity, so like a good little girl I opened the door. Slowly, I poked my head out the door to see that he was not there. I step out cautiously and low and behold Michael is standing at the foot of the stairs looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
"Are you ready now to face me?" He says with a sly glare.
"I-I don't know about this."
"You know I want you right?"
I was paralyzed and could not move. It was like he put a voodoo spell on my body.
"Umm, I want my mommy."
"You know that I love you,so why are you fighting this feeling?"
"I'm just scared of this."
"Don't be Nat."
He slowly walks up the stairs. Each step seems like forever.
"Why don't we go to bed."
"To bed,with you? That is so not a god idea right now"
"Yes, me and why not?"
"Hello we are just friends Michael."
"We are friends, but with deeper feelings now.
"I'm confused about all this."
"Tell you what. I'll fix you breakfast when we officially wake up and we'll discuss it then ok?"
"Mike, if we go too far there is no turning back.
"So, I don't care. I love you."
He lifts my chin up and gives me the most sweetest kiss.
"Come on lets go to bed." He whispers in my ear.
"Oh god."
It was like I was under a spell. He led me to the bedroom told me to sit down
and relax. He lit a few candles I had placed on my dresser and turned the lights out. He sure knew how to set a mood.
"Where's your stereo?"
"Over in the corner."
I lay back on the bed with my eyes closed. I was shaking a bit from nervousness.
Michael turns on my stereo and smiles. Soft R'n'B music plays through the stillness of the room.
I watch him as he takes off his shirt. His upper body was so nice. Pretending not to stare I try to avert my attention to my unpainted finger nails. That so didn't work.
"You can look, I don't mind." He smiles that devilish grin of his.
"I wasn't even looking." I say lying through my teeth.
I felt my temperature heat up just a little bit as I watched Michael dance a bit. He looked so good in the dim light that I rather enjoyed the view. On the bed I lay on my side smiling to myself.
"What are you smiling about?" Michael kneels down near the bed.
"A girl can't smile?"
"I'm not saying that, just a moment ago you were hesitant."
"I still am, but-."
"What?"
"Part of me wants to take it further."
"The other part wants what?"
"To remain as is."
Michael stares down at the carpet then looks adoringly into my eyes.
"I want nothing, but to make you happy."
Him saying that made me seriously blush."
"I want to be happy."
Michael smiles and slowly leans in to kiss me. His lips are so soft pressed against mines. I have actually played this scene out in my head a thousand times not for sure if it would ever come true. I guess the universe read my mind.
Updated 4.20.10
Arching my back a bit Michael stops kissing me.
"Your body is ready, but are you ready mentally?"
"Yeah....I am."
"You sure?"
I adjust myself on the bed and sigh.
"I'm ready."
We kiss again and Michael tells me he loves me.
"I love you too", escapes my lips.
He pushes me gently down on the bed and slowly rises above me.
We stare intently at each other. His eyes are filled with passion and desire.
"I want you to relax because I know you are nervous."
"Okay."
I keep telling myself to be cool, but the butterflies in my stomach won't let me.
My eyes are closed and my hands are besides me. Michael pulls down my gown, exposing my bare breast and stomach. He caresses me and I loose it.
"Your body is beautiful."
"If you say so."
"How come you never show off your beautiful curves?"
"Because I hate my body."
"You have to love it its yours to treasure."
"I'm glad you love it." I roll my eyes and laugh.
"Listen, I'm not gassing you up, your body is beautiful."
I felt a bit awkward talking about my body, but he was adamant about me loving myself. Guess he had a point.
"Damn Michael."
"I'm not going off on you, I just want you to see what I see."
"I know, but I don't see it."
"How can you not see it."
"Because, I'm not a model"
Michael gasped in disbelief at what I just said.
"Are you kidding me Nat? You are better than a model."
I blush. My face flustered.
"Now, no talking just kissing." Michael squeezed the sides of my waist gently. He was real intent on making me feel
just how much he loved me and wanted me.
Michael kisses me and I could swear that I hear fireworks. It was like magic we were making. I wrap my arms around his neck and take in his scent. He smelled so good like the most lightest scent one can ever smell.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered and smiled a devilish smile.
"How much I want you right now."
"Oh boy well let's not waste anymore time then girl."
Michael teases me with his kisses and he knows that with each kiss it causes my breathing to quicken. It's like he was reading my every thought intuitively. I wanted this to last forever and it actually felt like forever. Our bodies were in sync and out hearts beating the same tune. I can honestly say that I love him so much and he loves me. I can feel it from the way he touches me and expresses it through his actions.
"Baby that was amazing."
"Michael, I love you."
We kiss and I lay my head gently on his chest.
"I love you too Nat so much."
"I don't want this moment to end."
"Believe me, we have much more time to have many moments like these."
"I sure hope so because I never want to loose you."
"You won't I will always love you."
Michael caresses my head and I close my eyes knowing the fact that I am loved unlimited.
Life is good.
Fin
So I ended it here, but I may add more. Not sure. I left this story for dead for a second...haha.
I do not have a title yet, but let me know what you think. This is my rough draft.
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Chapter 1
My mind drifted on to dream land as I settled into bed. No disturbances or people calling at odd hours of the night or so I thought.
The phone rings at the lovely hour of 4am. I am in no shape or form to be answering calls at this hour. Who is this anyway calling me? Determined to get some rest, I just let it ring. I place a pillow over my head and hope that the ringing stops, but that was not going to happen.
Sleepily I say "Hello?"
"Nat, It's me Mike."
"Michael are you freaking crazy for calling me at this hour?"
"No, but I need to talk to someone."
I sit up in my comfortable bed and sigh.
"Michael, I am all ears, but I am dying to go to sleep."
"I'm sorry....I'll just call you another time. Bye.
I start to feel bad so I decide to lend my ears.
"Ok Michael, what is going on with you?"
"Well, I just feel so alone right now. I need some company."
"Company?"
"Yeah, company."
"Where is Bubbles when you need him."
Michael laughs at my attempt to be funny.
"Nat, I am serious."
"Ok, I am sorry."
"So, can I come over?"
"Umm my place is a serious mess right now."
"It's quite ok I don't mind the mess."
"I mind it." I say under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing."
I was so not in the mood to have company, but Michael sounded so needy so I told him to come on by. He's a good guy so why not.
"So, when are you coming over?"
"Hmm, I'll be there in like twenty minutes."
"If I am sleep just keep knocking."
"Why aren't you staying up until I come?"
"You are asking too much from me."
I am so grouchy when I am tired.
"Alright, I'll stay up, but I make no promises if I drop off to sleep."
Michael hangs up the phone and I put on my silk robe and head to the kitchen downstairs.
I decide to make myself some cereal since it was morning. Good old Captain Crunch goes a long way. Sitting in the dark kitchen kind of freaked me out so I took my butt to the living room and sat myself down on the couch. My mind drifted to my sweet bed and all the dreams I am missing out on. Thankfully it was a Saturday and I did not have to be anywhere in particular.
I glance at my clock and it reads 4:19am. Michael should be here soon. I randomly place my cereal down and start to jazz up my hair. Why was I doing this. Michael has seen me with jacked up hair, but for some reason that was a no no. Looking in the mirror I smile at me looking so lovely. Who was I kidding I looked like a mess. Again, why was I caring when Michael has seen me at my ugliest.
As I fixed my hair, I heard two faint knocks. Must be Michael. Before answering the door, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Once again the question arises What am I doing?
Opening the door I see Michael with a bunch of roses and a bottle of wine in hand.
"What's the occasion?"
"You'll see."
Michael walks in the door, placing the the flowers and whine down on the coffee table.
"Mike, I am not down with surprises at this hour."
"Nat, no worries just silence."
He takes me by the hand and guides me to the couch. I am more confused than ever.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I just wanted to talk to you in person."
"Ok, what's on your mind?"
"You know how I have been feeling alone."
"Yes."
"There is a certain someone in my life that I so badly desire."
When he said that out of nowhere this jealous feeling came over me.
"Oh yeah." I had to clear my throat.
"Yeah. I have been feeling so lonely because I have no clue how she feels or if she wants what I want."
"What do you want?"
Michael pauses before saying a another word.
"I want......"
"Do you know even?"
"Oh yes I KNOW I want her."
"Well, you have to come clean and tell her how you feel."
"That's what I have been trying to do, but with no success."
"Do I know this girl?"
I am curious to know and it is bothering me that he digs some other girl. Why am I mad? We are just good friends right?
"Yes, you know her well."
Must be Becky I see how she watches him and drools.
"Oh, I do?"
"Yeah."
"When do you plan on telling her?"
"Umm, right now."
"Why are you telling me, when you could be telling her?"
"Because that person is you."
My mouth dropped to the floor.
"Are you serious?"
"I am seriously in love with you."
I get up from the couch practically sprinting to the kitchen sink to splash cold water on my face.
"Are you alright?"
"Michael this is like heavy for me."
"I understand, but do you love me back?"
I could have melted in place when he said that.
"Baby I do."
I slipped up. Now I am in trouble.
"What did I hear?"
"Ah, nothing. Your hearing may be impaired."
"No, no Nat I heard you call me baby and you said that you do in fact love me."
"No I didn't" I say making my way quickly up the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go lay down I am tired and delirious."
"Why are you running?"
"Michael I am tired."
"You can not run away from your feelings."
"Yes, I can."
I run quickly to my room and close the door. He follows behind.
"Natalie, I love you and I want to show you how I feel."
I am seriously panicking here. What am I going to do?
"Michael I am so confused."
"About what?"
"Us. Its all too much."
"Baby, let me hold you."
God I wanted him to hold me so badly. What was I really afraid of?
Letting go and just totally abandoning my soul to him. It kind of scared me.
My back pressed up against the door. Michael was on the other end of the door begging for me to open up. I was so afraid to open that door.
Continuation.............
I got tired of hearing him beg after what seemed like an eternity, so like a good little girl I opened the door. Slowly, I poked my head out the door to see that he was not there. I step out cautiously and low and behold Michael is standing at the foot of the stairs looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
"Are you ready now to face me?" He says with a sly glare.
"I-I don't know about this."
"You know I want you right?"
I was paralyzed and could not move. It was like he put a voodoo spell on my body.
"Umm, I want my mommy."
"You know that I love you,so why are you fighting this feeling?"
"I'm just scared of this."
"Don't be Nat."
He slowly walks up the stairs. Each step seems like forever.
"Why don't we go to bed."
"To bed,with you? That is so not a god idea right now"
"Yes, me and why not?"
"Hello we are just friends Michael."
"We are friends, but with deeper feelings now.
"I'm confused about all this."
"Tell you what. I'll fix you breakfast when we officially wake up and we'll discuss it then ok?"
"Mike, if we go too far there is no turning back.
"So, I don't care. I love you."
He lifts my chin up and gives me the most sweetest kiss.
"Come on lets go to bed." He whispers in my ear.
"Oh god."
It was like I was under a spell. He led me to the bedroom told me to sit down
and relax. He lit a few candles I had placed on my dresser and turned the lights out. He sure knew how to set a mood.
"Where's your stereo?"
"Over in the corner."
I lay back on the bed with my eyes closed. I was shaking a bit from nervousness.
Michael turns on my stereo and smiles. Soft R'n'B music plays through the stillness of the room.
I watch him as he takes off his shirt. His upper body was so nice. Pretending not to stare I try to avert my attention to my unpainted finger nails. That so didn't work.
"You can look, I don't mind." He smiles that devilish grin of his.
"I wasn't even looking." I say lying through my teeth.
I felt my temperature heat up just a little bit as I watched Michael dance a bit. He looked so good in the dim light that I rather enjoyed the view. On the bed I lay on my side smiling to myself.
"What are you smiling about?" Michael kneels down near the bed.
"A girl can't smile?"
"I'm not saying that, just a moment ago you were hesitant."
"I still am, but-."
"What?"
"Part of me wants to take it further."
"The other part wants what?"
"To remain as is."
Michael stares down at the carpet then looks adoringly into my eyes.
"I want nothing, but to make you happy."
Him saying that made me seriously blush."
"I want to be happy."
Michael smiles and slowly leans in to kiss me. His lips are so soft pressed against mines. I have actually played this scene out in my head a thousand times not for sure if it would ever come true. I guess the universe read my mind.
Updated 4.20.10
Arching my back a bit Michael stops kissing me.
"Your body is ready, but are you ready mentally?"
"Yeah....I am."
"You sure?"
I adjust myself on the bed and sigh.
"I'm ready."
We kiss again and Michael tells me he loves me.
"I love you too", escapes my lips.
He pushes me gently down on the bed and slowly rises above me.
We stare intently at each other. His eyes are filled with passion and desire.
"I want you to relax because I know you are nervous."
"Okay."
I keep telling myself to be cool, but the butterflies in my stomach won't let me.
My eyes are closed and my hands are besides me. Michael pulls down my gown, exposing my bare breast and stomach. He caresses me and I loose it.
"Your body is beautiful."
"If you say so."
"How come you never show off your beautiful curves?"
"Because I hate my body."
"You have to love it its yours to treasure."
"I'm glad you love it." I roll my eyes and laugh.
"Listen, I'm not gassing you up, your body is beautiful."
I felt a bit awkward talking about my body, but he was adamant about me loving myself. Guess he had a point.
"Damn Michael."
"I'm not going off on you, I just want you to see what I see."
"I know, but I don't see it."
"How can you not see it."
"Because, I'm not a model"
Michael gasped in disbelief at what I just said.
"Are you kidding me Nat? You are better than a model."
I blush. My face flustered.
"Now, no talking just kissing." Michael squeezed the sides of my waist gently. He was real intent on making me feel
just how much he loved me and wanted me.
Michael kisses me and I could swear that I hear fireworks. It was like magic we were making. I wrap my arms around his neck and take in his scent. He smelled so good like the most lightest scent one can ever smell.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered and smiled a devilish smile.
"How much I want you right now."
"Oh boy well let's not waste anymore time then girl."
Michael teases me with his kisses and he knows that with each kiss it causes my breathing to quicken. It's like he was reading my every thought intuitively. I wanted this to last forever and it actually felt like forever. Our bodies were in sync and out hearts beating the same tune. I can honestly say that I love him so much and he loves me. I can feel it from the way he touches me and expresses it through his actions.
"Baby that was amazing."
"Michael, I love you."
We kiss and I lay my head gently on his chest.
"I love you too Nat so much."
"I don't want this moment to end."
"Believe me, we have much more time to have many moments like these."
"I sure hope so because I never want to loose you."
"You won't I will always love you."
Michael caresses my head and I close my eyes knowing the fact that I am loved unlimited.
Life is good.
Fin
So I ended it here, but I may add more. Not sure. I left this story for dead for a second...haha.