Sinful

past habits

Hello I couldn't resist to write something else where Diza and Michael had moer interaction and well, it's short but I hope you enjoy it.

"You're kidding right?" There was no way we've met before, I would remember.

"I'm not"

"Then explain" I demanded him.

"Right now it's not the time. You wouldn't understand and I just can't explain it right now"

"Bull, you can but you don't want to"

"Do you trust me?" Why would that even matter?

"I don't know, I certainly don't know if I can"

"Come on, don't over react. Even if you don't trust me now, you used to. Please, I promise I'll explain you later but right now just forget it" I wanted answers, I didn't want to wait until Michael felt like it was the right moment. But I decided to trust him, because I could feel that he wasn't lying to me.

"Well then help me find out who my mom is" I offered instead.

"I will, but we have eternity to do it. Forget it just for today and let's do something fun instead" Michael proposing me to do something fun?, I didn't see any kids near that he could scare or something.

"Really funny Diza, that's how you think of me"

"Stop reading my mind!" I told him. I exhaled heavily deciding that it was enough madness for one day so I'll just take whatever "fun" Michael could offer.

He took my hand and led me to the studio, he opened the door and I could still see the mess we left the other day around. With the movies scattered all around and the couch a little messy.

"What would you like to do?" he asked me

"What did you plan to do? you were the one who suggested coming first" I said turning to look at him.

And then, as the soft light of the candles casted shadows on his beautiful face I felt the need to sin again, I remembered how good it felt being together and how safe I actually felt with him.

"I wanted to dance with you, but not whatever people call dancing this days. Waltz, I want to teach you how to dance to it, let's take advantage of the clothes we're wearing"

It made sense and I actually didn't know how to dance waltz so I figured why not give it a try.

"Okay then, play the music and I'll follow you" We both looked more relaxed, but that always happened when we were together. Often back at the mansion I wondered why I felt some kind of connection and understanding with Michael and now I wondered if it was because in my heart I already knew him.

I don't know where did Michael got a working laptop but he used it to play some random waltz playlist. He teached me steps and didn't complain even when at first I stepped on him... a lot. In fact we were laughing at me, yeah we were  both laughing at how bad I was, but I mean this stupid dress won't let me see my feet. After a few songs he told me that he would lead and I'll follow, if I stepped on him again then I'll have to do something but if I didn't he would tell me something about myself. You know about the past me who used to know Michael.

"This is called the second waltz, but that doesn't mean that I'll give you a second chance" he said taking my hand in his and putting his other hand on my back.

"That was a really bad joke"

"Concentrate or I'll won't tell you anything" was all that he said with a smug smile on his face.

I started pretty good, but then I got nervous. I couldn't concentrate if he kept staring at me, he was such a good dancer that I felt self conscious, was there something he wasn't good at?. I enjoyed the waltz a lot even if it felt like it lasted an eternity. We spined around the studio and got closer and closer, without losing the tempo, I felt genuinely happy just here with him. When the waltz was about to end Michael decided to light me up a little while spinning and... I stepped on his foot. I couldn't help but laugh and soon he followed me. The piece ended and we both vowed to each other.

"That was not fair" I said wrapping my arms around him.

"You failed" he mocked me.

"Michael please, I didn't know you'll lift me up" I said laughing as I remembered that sad moment.

"I'll only tell you that... you used to be a better dancer" He said laughing at me.

How dare he?, now I'll act offended just because. I turned around making him think that I was mad.

"Diza, don't be mad. I'll tell you something, it was just a joke" he said still laughing at me. So I didn't turn to look at him yet.

"Come on, you aren't really mad" He said trying to make me turn around.

"Diza... please" I couldn't contain myself anymore, he genuinely sounded sad now, so I turned and laughed at him.

"Were you always like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you always come running back for me?" I told him now laughing at how patetic he sound.

"That's what you would like to think, but it was actually the other way around" Without noticing he was already telling me more about myself, so I decided to take my chance and ask him something else.

"Were we... dating or something? or how did we knew each other?"

"That's classified" The classified bullshit again, lord please stop him. I just rolled my eyes and he laughed.

"Well I'll just tell you that you have my initial tattooed on your ankle and you always used to roll your eyes"

"Oh no, I hope you are mistaken" How could I not notice a freaking tattoo before?.

"It's in the back of your ankle" Michael said answering what I haven't asked him again.

I took my shoes off and lifted the dress a little, and there it was a freaking M in cursive letter, in a fairly medium size there at the back of my ankle.

"Yeez, was I drunk when I did that?" I asked Michael to which he laughed.

"You weren't" Oh no, well then. It's not like I could take it off, or that I wanted to.

"So... do you have a tattoo with my initial as well or was I the only stupid one?"

"You were the only one but, you gave me this ring, which has your initial" He said taking a black ring, it was simple but it had the letter D on the inside"

"Dang, so we were pretty official then?" I asked him.

"You can judge" he said embracing me in his arms and throwing us into the couch.

There was no need for us to speak, we could just be around each other and that was enough. Feeling each other's heartbeats, it was so relaxing. After a while I turned to kiss him and he responded, just like last time. Our kisses first were reckless, then cautious during the other night, passionate, and this was full of feelings, not just because I came to like Michael but because the part of me that was still kind of a secret to me recognized the familiarity of his lips and welcomed him. This felt more natural than anything else in the world and I couldn't help but wonder how the f did we knew other. I wanted to know it all, I wanted to remember us, but for now I'll enjoy the moment.