Mrs M. Jackson

You jump into bed. Knowing what's coming.
It's your wedding night. You're now Mrs Jackson.
Michael comes into the room, with a cheeky smile on his face. He looks at you, then at your nightie, then back at you, lying seductively on the bed.
"Michael.. Come here" you moan, he's teased you enough.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" he laughs, his voice soft. It melts you inside.
He comes out from the en suite, wearing nothing but his boxers.
He lies down next to you, you ruffle his hair; it's soft beneath your fingers.
"I love you." You whisper to him, meaning it completely and utterly.
"I love you more, I always will." Michael whispers. His voice quiet, breaking.
He puts his arm around you, feeling your hair, your body. He's so warm, you can't help but being turned on.
You feel his leg wrap around yours. By now you're kissing, feeling each other.
You know this is going to be a special night.