In the Moon's Light

Chapter 33: Why the Mall?

Michaels' POV:

I wake up later than I would have liked in order to get everything ready for tonight, but I couldn't be happier waking up next to this angel. I may look the part, complete with my own pair of wings, but I know that she is the real deal. I catch myself staring at her while she sleeps. I don't want to wake her, not yet. Her face is so peaceful right now, free of any worry or concern or fear.

Even when she's smiling and awake, she always looks on edge about something, as if she knows she can't let her guard down 100%. At any moment she looks as if she's ready to run away or even fight for her life. I know that she's left out a few details in her past, but I hate to see her on edge like that because of it. All of that changes when she's asleep, or at least a peaceful sleep without nightmares.

There is a trace of a smile on her lips this morning and I'm so happy that she finally seems to gotten a peaceful night of sleep. I hope she enjoys tonight, and I hope she doesn't freak out too much. I know she said she hates mutants, but I think she can forgive me for lying to her about being one. I mean she seems to be getting along with the Professor and Sarah at least to some extent.

 I think she only says she hates mutants because of what happened to Nate, and maybe she even hates herself for what happened with her people and the hunts. I don't think she really hates mutants, she just hates what happened because of mutants. I think she'll forgive me, God I hope she can.

I can't help but snuggle closer to her, making sure I don't wake her. Her scent is so intoxicating. The smell of the woods, mixed with fresh spring rain. I don't understand how she smells like that. I've never smelt a body wash or perfume that smelled like that and she doesn't use any anyway. I can't help but bury my face into her hair to surround myself with the scent. I don't want to move from her side right now, but I know it's getting late.  

I actually begin to wonder if I should go ahead and wake her in order to get to the mall and back, then I hear her giggle. I smile into her hair and wrap my arms around her waist so she can't move away. I don't want her to move away and I no longer want to get up from this spot. Screw the mall, we can just stay here all morning. I hear her giggle again and can't help but sigh with happiness as the beautiful sound.

"Oh, and what's so amusing this morning love?"

"Haha you are. You can't decide if you want us to get up or just lay here all day. I for one am all for the laying here all day."

"Wha----oh the mark thing?"

I hear her giggle slightly and feel her nod her head against my chest. I guess I'll have to get used to her being in tune with my emotions and apparently thoughts. It sounds nice though now that I've slept on it. She starts tracing shapes on my chest, over my mark, and eventually traces her fingers up to my neck as she looks up at me. I see her smile, the edginess she carries slowing returning to her eyes, but very slowly. I can't help but smile as she keeps her hand on my face and smiles back. I wish I was connected to her as she was to me.

"So.....when in the future do you see me marking you? Cause I would love to be able to tell what you're feeling or thinking or however it works."

"Hopefully very soon, but if not you can still catch glimpses of really strong emotions or really strong pain."

I feel myself grimace slightly when she says pain. Hasn't she had enough pain to last her a lifetime? I wonder if the mark would let me feel all of her pain, so she doesn't have to. Something to ask later I guess. I nod as I remember her telling me that I would be able to feel strong emotions already, which explains my mood swings of late which is a relief in itself. I was worried I was finally going crazy.