Train Tracks and Romances

Chapter 13.

{I am sooo sorry this has taken me so long to get up!! I'm trying to get more up but can't find the time! ... As I've said before I've got all my plans, just no time ... Sorry again!! xoxo }

It was finally Tuesday which means Myself and Michaels parents are coming over for a Christmas meal. I was beyond nervous. 12 o'clock today and I was meeting Michaels parents for the first time. When did they know he moved in here? Do they know we are going out? Of course they know we are going out. All these questions ran through my mind non stop until 12.

*Ding... Ding.... Ding"
The clock chimed. It was 12. I couldn't get my butterflies under control. What is wrong with me? I thought I've never been this nervous before.
Me and Michael stood by the door awaiting the arrival of our parents. I was afraid of how my mum would react towards Michael. He is not the boy she would have chosen for me with his Different coloured hair and band teachers- she may not like it but I most certainly love it. Once you get to know Michael you know that really he's just a soft kitten underneath and he means no harm to anyone.
I was snapped out my thoughts with a knocking on the door
"That's my dad" Michael announced
"How do I know?" I giggled
"I know his knock" he told me

"Michael, son, how are you?" Michaels father asked
"Hi dad, yeah I'm good"
"Good!" Im glad to hear that"
"Michael!!" His mother shouted before flinging her arms around her some kissing him repeatedly.
"Mom, Dad, this is Rebekah. Rebekah, this is my mom and dad"
"It's very nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Clifford" I said extending my arm
"Oh call me Karen" his mother told me
"Ok, Karen" I nervously laughed
"She's a cute one son" his dad announced shaking my hand
"Call me Daryl" he asked. I nodded and looked toward Michael who's face was as red as a cherry! I giggled seeing Michael this way... Why was he embarrassed? I thought I put my hand on his back to which he replied with a kiss on the top of my head.

Another knock on the door
"My turn" I laughed and looked towards Michael again.
Michaels parents were seated at the table eating away at the bread and butter left on the table.
"Rebekah, sweety, how are you?" My mother asked throwing her arms around my neck almost suffocating me
"Fine" I squeaked with a lack of oxygen
"Let her go, Natalie, she's turning blue" my dad, John, announced
"It's lovely to see you Rebekah, it's been a while" my dad said with a grin
"Indeed it has" I said with the kind of grin a 5 year old would do.
"Mum, Dad, this is Michael. Michael this my mum, Natalie and my Dad, John" I told Michael waving between them both
"Nice to meet you both" he said shaking my mothers hand then my fathers.
As we walked to through to the kitchen my patents in front Michael whispered in my ear
"It's so cute the way you say 'mum'" and then squeezed my bottom
"Michael" I whisper shouted at him. He winked at me and told me "they'll be more of that later" I looked shocked and surprised but now I was excited!

Dinner went by surprisingly slowly, I'm not sure weather that was due too my excitement for later tonight or the long story's of I had to hear again from my mother and the long, but interesting ones I heard from Michaels mother, the way his face was during them was clear he had heard them 100 times before.
Me and Michael both told the story of how we met and both our mothers loved our magical romance where as my father asked
"Weren't you scared he was a murderer"
I replied by saying "how could someone so cute be a murderer" and when I turned to Michael he had a huge grin on his face and kissed me, that made me go red because we just kissed in front of our parents, they never seemed to mind though.
"Yes but you never know..." My father continued but was cut short by my mother
"Oh John, let the children be in love!"

As we waved our parents goodbye at the end of the meal, I stated to get butterflies!
"That seemed to be a success..." I sort of asked Michael
"Yeah... Uh huh, great" he looked at me with lustful eyes
"Michael... Are you ok?" I giggled
"Yeah it's just..." He paused and walked closer towards me "... I just don't like this top so much" he told me and started to unbutton my new baby pink shirt.
"Actually, I quite like it" I knew what he was doing but I tried not to fall at his feet and play hard to get this time
"That's a shame because I think it would look better on the floor" Michael told me, removing the clothing from my body leaving me just in my black bra
"Well I'm not too fond of your jeans" I decided to play along
"Well we can get them right off" he told me. He let go of my waist and undone his belt
"Oh no, let me get them" I tried to say in the sexiest way I could I slowly made my way down his body pulling his jeans down with me. As I stood up I ran my fingers up his legs and stopped at the hem of his GreenDay shirt
"I think this needs to come off" and before I knew it, it was over his head and on the floor. Before I could aft ally keep up with what was happening he was kissing my neck, right in my sweet spot. He took a bit of my skin between his lips and sucked slowly on it making me want to moan. I tried to keep it in but he was getting the better of me. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and moaned his name.
"That's it baby" he said. I could feel his fingers at the top of me jeans slowly unbuttoning them too. I slid out of them and walked backwards into his room behind me. I motioned for him to come over to me and he followed my orders.
"I don't think I can hold back anymore"
He told me and climbed on top of me. We both still had our underwear on so I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I snuck away during lunch to slip into more sexier underwear as I knew Michael had a "surprise" for me. I was wearing a black push up bra just to make my bust seem a bit better. My pants were black too and were very thin. I could see Michael clearly appreciated that as I could feel his growing erection press against me. I reached my hands down the bottom of his back and wrapped my legs around him. I arched my back to feel him closer to me. His heartbeat was fast, as was mine.
"Man, you're beautiful like this" he told me. My face immediately blushed and I felt nervous and I want sure why. I shock my head slightly and Michael picked up on it. He stopped kissing me for a second and said to me
"No! Rebekah, don't let anyone ever tell you that you aren't beautiful because I've seen more of you than anyone ever has and I feel honoured, I really do! You mean so much to me and I hope I'm never stupid enough to give you a reason to leave me and I tell you the day that I do is the day I'll no longer live"
"Michael now isn't the time to get deep," I giggled with a tear in my eye
"Well I know something else that can" he told me. The way his attitude goes from so full of meaning to list full so quick makes my head spin. I could feel him slowly make his way down my body, leaving a small trail of kisses down my tummy, it sent goosebumps all over my body.
"You sure" he looked up at me
I nodded ... I could say anything I just needed him.
He slowly spread my legs and slid my pants down my legs {pants is panties - for americans} he looked up at me one more time for consent and I just smiled. He slowly inserted his fingers into me. The feeling was absolutely heavenly, I can safely say I've felt nothing like that and I only wanted Michael to make me feel this way.
I had soon reached my limit and I could tell Michael needed a release.
Once I had finished I pulled Michael by the top of his trousers to come closer to me. I stood up to kiss him. I could feel his hot breath roughly against my neck. It was in moments like this I didn't care about the scars on my body or ever doing it again for that matter.
As I kissed him I traveled my hand down to his belt and tagged at it, he went to move his hands but I stopped him. I undone his belt slowly and slid my hand in to his jeans. I started palming him through his boxers and could tell he was enjoying this. The memory of both our parents being here stuck in my mind but I forced it to the back so I could concentrate on Michael.

Later that night I walked through to my room with popcorn. I expected Michael to be setting up the late night DVD we were going to watch but no. He was asleep, in the most cutest way, as always, I took a picture. I knew I shouldn't but he was just too cute.
As I snapped the picture I took off my slippers and cuddled into Michael. He was so warm it was like cuddling a radiator but I didn't mind. I loved Michael so much and he loved me. I've never experienced such love like this ... And I know this sounds so cheesy but I honestly feel like he is just the perfect boy who could do no wrong.