Feel (Michael Jackson Vampire Fanfiction)

Chap. 18

I stood there looking at Michael with my hands hanging at my sides. He was wearing new clothes like a regular person. I just wanted to stare at him like that forever. He was perfect. More tears came out but I wiped it away and tried my best to look fine. But I wasn't. I slowly dragged my feet in the snow toward Michael. He didn't notice me until I was a few feet away. He turned around to look at me. He turned his head to the side examine me. His eyes slowly widened when he saw me.

"No..." He whispered.

Tears came out and I didn't even try to wipe them away. I smiled at him with a wide smile. I nodded. 

"Nina..." He slowly said.

He grabbed on to me with his super speed. He just hugged me really tight. He let go after we hugged for what felt like hours. He looked in my eyes and he touched all over my face with his cold fingers. His knees began to shake and he fell at my feet on his knees. I heard him crying. He was crying like I never heard him before. He made loud sobs.

"I waited so long..." He screamed.

"I waited..." He said.

"I know." I said as uncontrollable tears came out.

"I missed you so much." He screamed.

"I missed you Nina." He screamed.

"I know." I say my voice cracking.

"NINA!" He yelled.

He yelled my name over and over.

"I kept on screaming your name j-just l-ike that." He screamed.

I hugged him tighter as he cried on my dress.

"Nina..." He whispered.

"Michael..." I whispered.

We cried together. All we did was cry and sob until we couldn't anymore so we just cuddled each other as the cold wind blew. 

After we calmed down a bit we both went into my old empty broken house. We held each other with his jacket over me and looked at the night sky through the window. He wouldn't let go of me and I was okay with that. I felt safe in his arms.

"Michael?" I ask.

"Mhm?" He asks me.

"Where is my father?" I ask.

He turned and smiled at me.

"He is in love." He said.

"With who?" I ask.

"You will see when we get there." He said.

I noticed it was morning.

I brought his face in my hands and I led it to my face. He kissed me. I kissed him back. It felt so nice to finally kiss him. It was like I was drowning all those times I didn't kiss him. He was like a breath of air I needed. We kissed until it hurt. But I wouldn't stop. We had just begun. Michael's jacket fell off us as our kiss roughened. I wanted more of him. I couldn't stop. Not now. Not yet. I stumbled over the creaking floorboards as Michael stood with me without our kiss breaking. I'm not sure where to put my hands so I decide to leave it on his shoulders. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall. My hands decided to explore around his body. I landed on his hair and I ran my hands through his curls. 

"Do you think we are going too far?" I ask between kisses.

He just laughed on my lips. I guess that was a 'no.'

I could just melt at that moment. It felt so real. So precious.

I couldn't help but wander my hands up his shirt. His skin. It was cold. But under my touch it felt warm. He shivered at my touch. My hands traveled farther up. My hands slowly lowered and It got to a point where he shifted uncomfortable.

I ended up ripping his shirt off his head. Not remembering how and when I did it. I liked how he felt all over. His soft skin against my fingertips. 

Michael's hand moved to my sleeves on the dress and he slowly took them off. He shimmied the dress on my waist so my bra was showing but my dress was covering my underwear. I stopped kissing him, already tired. I was breathing hard.

"Are you okay Nina?" He asked me sincerely.

"Yeah. Just catching my breath." I say.

He smiled and grabbed me. He fell on the floor with me and I gasped. He was just smiling at me. I was on top of him. Not doing anything. I was just on top of him. I rest my head on his chest.

I didn't think we were ready for anything else.

I nuzzled my face in his chest. He touched my breast. It felt wonderful. His touch. He looked quite curious. I laughed at him.

"Don't laugh." He said.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled.

Then he started crying. I kissed his tears.

"I love you." I say.

"I love you Nina." He said.

And he stopped crying. Just like that.

Michael carried me on his back as we walked to my "new home."  I didn't really say anything. I was just really tired.