He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter thirty one: Latching Onto You

I am a measly field mouse in the face of a carnivorous snake. The fangs of the snake puncture me with venomous word's. I screech, I squeak. But no word's the snake will ever hear. For I am in the snakes den. Time and time again I try to prove myself worthy of my life, only to be bitten again and glared at with dark eyes of almond light.

Like a fluorescent flower during spring, I bloom; Yet during those cold winter month's, I am solidified with uneasiness. My uneasiness are the product of my deteriorating relationship with my father. I have seemingly found boundaries that are constantly crossed by him. Which only lends to my resentment of the man who partially created me. I have always claimed myself as a 'daddy's girl but, through the year, I have found that I apparently bring vain to the title. My father and I are in a never ending battle of who is heard. Mainly I am the one in which walks away silently. At these times I am suspended of my feelings, I confide in Michael. He listens and attempts to encourage me to not give up. With his recollections of different Bible stories, he helps me walk away open minded. Which leads me into my current situation. Another disagreement between my father and I has led me to stray to Michael. I am aware that continuously running away from my problems will not help them, but I need my peace and sanity. I need my Michael. Parking along the dusty gravel, I alight my feet onto the ground as I begin to precede towards Michael's apartment. Finally reaching the rusty, out-dated iron staircase, I pause to fuss with my pleaded Floral skirt before preceding up the stairs. Once I reach Michael's door, I exhale deeply and twist the nob, strolling right in. Honestly, it scares me knowing Michael invites the idea of home invasions in his own. I constantly stress this to him. He would only smile mildly before shooing off the idea with a small chuckle. Shaking off the thoughts of negativity, I close the door behind me; locking it. Michael sprint's into the living room where I was standing, a bat firmly grasped in the gap of his slender hands. "Whose there-", He pauses in mist of his demanding sentence. "God... You scared me. You should really knock.", He exhales, setting the metallic bat to the right of the wall. I giggle, taking my usual spot on the pleather love seat. "I have told you about that door...", I giggle out, glancing over his attire. I find it amusing that Michael thought he would intimidate an intruder in his Mickey Mouse pajamas, and matching bedroom slippers. Michael walks over to the sofa, a frown stamped onto his face. "Why are you giggling?", He questions, taking the open spot beside me. I shake my head, still caught in the hurricane of laughter, not wanting to spill just yet. He screws up his eyes. "You better tell me Harmony...", I clutch my gut, in an odd attempt to stop laughing. Still searching for my reason of amusement, Michael continues starring at me with challenging eyes. "Okay. Okay. I-I will tell you.", I sputter out finally. He nods, waiting for an explanation. Exhaling deeply, I give him a small smile before explaining. "I found it amusing that you were going to scare a intruder off in that", I admit, gesturing at his pajamas. Trying to understand my point, He glances over himself. "I see nothing wrong.", He concludes. I shake my head. "Mickey Mouse entertains children, He does not scare burglars.", I restate. "Oh... I see.", He frowns. I giggle again at his disappointment. "At least you look adorable...", His face transforms from a light foundation of mahogany to a deep shade of candy apple red. "Why did you have to say that?", He asks, turning away in embarrassment. "I am speaking truth. That is all. But one question. ", He faces me again, fussing with a lone curl on his forehead. "Who where's pajamas at twelve in the afternoon?", He stops and squints his eyes at me. "A man who was in the middle of a early nap. What is your excuse?",-" I rather not talk about it.", He frowns. "Why not?",-" It is about my father. I just rather leave it alone for now.", He nods, biting down on his bottom lip in thought. God I love when He does that. "Did you pray?", He finally asks, releasing his lip and sadly interrupting my moment of awing. "I did. That is why I want to leave it alone.",-"Okay, come with me.", He instructs, standing from the couch. I do as instructed, following him into the next room; his bedroom. I have ventured into Michael's room on numerous occasions and on each one, I still marvel at his efflorescence of sketches and paintings. His bedroom is a quivering tangle of art supplies and the usual bedroom furniture. It is an aspiring sight to witness. "Would you like to lay with me?", Michael interrupts, walking over towards his queen sized bed that is quilted with red and black cotton, stripes. I nod watching him haul himself onto the bed. Giggling, I follow suit. "I just wanted to return to my comfy bed. I was having a great nap you know.", He explains, crossing his arm's behind his head. I shrug. "Well now you can be even more comfortable with my company.", He chuckles delightedly. "I guess you have a point there...", I nod in agreement, scooting closer to him. Observing me, Michael smiles. "Why are you smiling?", I ask, shifting on my right side, to where I am now facing him. "You really make me happy. It is hard to explain at times.",-"There are other ways to express yourself. ", He nods agreeing. "I know. That is why I sketch and paint. Especially after finding a Muse.", He expresses, his doe eyes shimmering against the rays of sunlight that danced in them. "A Muse.", I repeat. "Yes, You are my Muse Harmony. The evidence is on your finger.", He concludes, taking my marital hand in his. "This band and ring represents a future to come. A canvas still awaiting the paint and brush.",-"Paint and brush?", He pecks my palm. "Wedding and children.", He replies, seriousness and hope all too present in his tone. "Children. How many?", I ask, fear seeping through my sentence. He pauses to think. "Five or six.",-"That is a lot of work.", He nods pleased by his wishes. "There will be time for that. Then we will worry. For now, I will enjoy being stingy.", He teases, wrapping his arm around my waist, only to pull me closer to him. "God I thank him everyday for sending you to me...", He whispers, pecking the nape of my neck. I let out a smaller sigh of satisfactory. "But...", He continues. "I curse the devil for allowing myself to sin, wanting to make love to you...", He concludes, Carefully pulling me on top of him. I catch his eyes and their sudden change. There is this mildness about them and his mouth that proclaimed no desire, just admiration. Wanting what ever he was beginning to offer, I lean down towards his face and take his lips prisoner. Michael's hand's cling to the hem of my skirt as he tries restraining himself. "I love that about you Michael... ", I whisper, breaking our kiss. I smile to myself, noticing his breathing pattern has changed since our position change. He bites down on his bottom lip. "Babygirl you do not know what you do to me...", He replies, leaning upwards to steal my lips again. I sigh happily against his satin like lips, contempt with the passion surging through me. "Please show me...", I request, leaning up to show him my almond pools of passion. "Are you sure?", He asks, not breaking our gaze. I caress the side of his face, noticing He neglected his usual foundation, allowing for his natural skin to glow. Though his skin is broken into patches of ivory and mahogany, He is still as dazzling as a sapphire diamond on Valentine's day. Disregarding words, I steal his hands and place them on my blouses first, golden button. Taking my gesture as an answer, he slowly begins to unfasten my blouse. With each loosened button, my heart rate increases. I know religiously I am sinning, but having Michael's body latched onto mine is a fantasy that somehow becomes my reality. He is down to the last button, revealing my creme bra beneath the blouse. Only pausing to glance over me, He begins his trails of misses from the nape of my neck down to the midst of my chest. I inhale slowly, exhaling even slower. The very touch of his lips on my skin, sends me to the heaven's. His slender finger's path their way onto the zipper of my floral skirt, making me open my eyes to find his. "We do not have to...", He expresses, searching my eyes. I reach down towards his shirt, lifting it upwards. He allows me to relieve him of his shirt. "I want to.", I conclude, holding onto his broad shoulder's. "Okay...", He simply replies, continuing his scorching kisses.