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I'm Not Letting Go~~Chapter 19
Chapter 18 ended quite quickly in order to bring you Chapter 19. I hope you'll enjoy it. I think you will. If I feel up to it, I'll bring you chapter 20 Thursday.... ~~~Leslie " Well, I mean I practically attacked you on the couch..." he said. " And did you hear me complaining?" I teased. " Well...no..." "Then shuddup." I said to him with a laugh and kissed him quickly, but he pulled me back to him and kissed me harder. And our kisses became more anxious as we tried to talk, still kissing more and more. " Are...we...sleeping in--in your...room...." I managed to get out. " Y-es, my... bed..." he replied. " Just...le-let... me gr...grab...a ...nightgown..." We continued kissing with me walking backward into my room and Michael in front of me. When my left felt the bed behind me, I fumbled reaching around to try to find my nightgown as still we kissed. Michael guided me gently down against the bed, still kissing me and he moved over me. Our arms held one another as our kissing never ceased and soon his hands were unbuttoning my blouse as mine did the same to his shirt. Soon we were fumbling to open one another's jeans and I got his open and unzipped but he was having trouble with mine. So much so that it suddenly struck both of us funny and we began to laugh. Michael exhaled heavily , still chuckling and he laid his face against me, " Quit laughing, it's not funny." he said smiling. " Okay." I giggled. He giggled too and laid down beside me, " Well, I kinda killed THAT mood off." " Oh don't be silly. You could never kill that mood." I told him. I smiled and moved so I could lean over him and look into those beautiful eyes that I loved so much," I love you, you know that?" " Even though I just annihilated our mood?" he smiled. " Impossible to annihilate that mood with us." I said to him. He embraced me," I'm so inexperienced," he chuckled," Couldn't tell, could ya?" " If you were an expert, I'd be worried." I told him. " Well no danger there. Good ol' fumble fingers me." he teased. " I love you, Michael." I told him smiling. " I love you too," he answered and gave me a smile and soft kiss," Grab your pills and get changed and I'll meet you in our room with some water for you, okay?" " Okay." He got up and I was still laying there and he grinned, biting his lower lip," Y'know, you look awfully sexy right now." he said. " You just put your motor in idle for a few minutes, Michael." I grinned. " What?" he said innocenly," Just sayin' you look sexy the way your shirt is open like that--" His eyes were twinkling as hs drank in the skin he could see. " I KNOW what you're saying," I teased him," Now, scoot and I'll meet you in your room." " Sure I can't help out here?" he grinned. " Out!" I laughed. " But I could help--" he smiled. " Oh I just bet you could," I said," Now beat it." " Leslie, this is no time for me to sing." he teased. I laughed," Oh will you get OUT of here? Sheeeeshhhh!!" " I'm goin', I'm goin'," he said chuckling as he backed out of the room. I could still hear him laughing as he went to the kitchenette to get water for me. I changed into a peach satin sleep shirt, slipped on my robe, grabbed my pills and headed to Michael's bedroom. The door was open so I went on in, spying the water he'd gotten for me, I quickly took my pills and my eyes caught the beautiful sparkle of the diamond ring he'd given to me. I was going to be Mrs. Michael Jackson. A 47 year old unknown cancer patient from Ohio was going to be the wife of the king of Pop. It still seemed surreal. " You and I must make a pact," I sang softly," We must bring salvation back..." " Where there is love, I'll be there..." Michael sang in reply as he emerged from the bathroom in blue pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. I smiled when I heard him and he walked over to me. " You look beautiful." " Thank you." " I take it you found your water." " Water located and pills taken, sir." I gave him a salute. " Good girl." he said," Y'know," he said, slipping his arms around my waist," When I was a kid I had this beat up lookin' teddy bear named Rags that I slept with every night. I mean the rattiest, raggiest looking thing---his arms were sewn on so many times, he had two different buttons for eyes---just an awful lookin' critter...but I loved that thing so much....I never thought anything would ever take it's place in my bed. But you're a lot better than Rags," he smiled," A lot better lookin' too." I giggled," Thank you, on both accounts." He kissed my cheek, then clasped my hand, leading me to his bed. I sat down on the edge and exhaled heavily as if relieved to be sitting down finally. I felt Michael come up on his knees behind me and his hands gently began to massage my tired shoulders. " Ohhh," I purred, closing my eyes," That's nice, Michael." " You're all tense," he said gently," Just relax, angel, we're home." I nodded as he massaged my shoulders and as the tension slipped away, I could feel his lips gently on my neck, little soft kisses being placed lovingly. " Mmmm." I cooed. " I love you." he whispered in my ear," So so much." He said running the tip of his tongue around my ear. Gently, he pulled me back against the bed and began to kiss me and as we kissed and kissed and kissed, his hand was sliding gently up and down the outside of my left thigh. Michael was a wonderful kisser and somehow always knew when to be tender, when to be loving, when to be gentle and when to be hungry and passionate. " M-Michael..." I muttered between kisses. " Yes..." " I love you.." He stopped kissing me and looked down into my eyes," I love you more." " IMpossible." I replied. " Oh you think so, do you?" he smiled. " Yep, I think so." " Suppose I should just show you then, angel." he said with a sparkle in his eyes. " Hmmmm, maybe so." I answered. " Leslie--" " Yes Michael?" " Will you marry me?" " Didn't you already ask me?" I asked smiling. " Yeah, but I wanna hear you say yes again," he smiled," So, will you marry me?" " Yes, I'll marry you." I answered," Michael?" " Hmm?" " Will YOU marry me?" I asked him. He looked at me with watery eyes," Of course I'll marry you. It would be my honor to be your husband." We both smiled and kissed," I love you." " I love you too." he answered," You're the girl of my dreams. There will never be another girl for me. Just you." " I'm glad, cuz I really don't think I wanna share." I smiled. " I'm not sharing you either, lady. You're all mine." He smiled and pulled me close to him," I have all these feelings inside of me for for you that I can't even put into words. What I feel for you goes so far beyond love--I just can't find a word that expresses it---" " Lust." I grinned. Michael burst out laughing, cuddling me to him," Yeah, yeah, that's the one, silly woman." " Okay, it's not lust." I smiled. " Oh, no baby I lust after you," he smiled," But that's different." he teased. " Michael, Michael, Michael...what AM I gonna do with you??" I laughed. " Oh I could suggest a few things---" he grinned. " Oh, you could not. You'd turn beet red and be embarrassed." I smiled, teasing him. He laughed," Okay, okay, so you know me pretty well. " Oh I know you VERY well." I said tracing my tongue over my lips. " Ooooh," he bit his lip," That was sexy. Do that again." I did what he asked and then traced over his lips with my tongue. Michael made this sexy, throaty sound that told me he was very into what I had just done with him and his hand slipped up to rest gently on the side of my neck. He pulled me to him and his tongue quickly parted my lips and began dancing with mine. Our desire for one another, our passion, ignited quickly and we were undressing one another through our kisses and would only talk on the brief moment our lips would separate," I ...love...you..." he panted. " I love...you..." I echoed. " Y--you feel...so...so good...." he said looking into my eyes," I c-could live inside you..." his rhythm slowed and his kisses matched his thythm, slow then faster, harder then deeper," Ohh--ohhh yes....d-dance with m-me..." he said urgently," C'mon baby, d-do what I d-do....yeahhh....ohhh yeah....just like th- that." Our love making was like dancing. Everything he did I followed. We matched each other's moves perfectly, sharing every beat together. And soon we trembled together, still declaring our love for one another and he moved just off to my side, pulling me close against him. " Mmmmm, my angel....I love you so." " I love you," I echoed back and kissed his lips then his chest," You are such a sensual man. " And you woman.....there are no words to describe you...." He let out a high pitched squeal and I laughed. " That's your word for me." " Till I can come up with a better one." he laughed.
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