Hello again my lovely readers! :] It has come to my attention that I needed to make another lemon with Michael and my OC Krystal ;) It's not required, but I suggest you read my fic, Notes from a Killer, to understand what led up to this. This is also I guess you could say a side-shot to Chapter 17 where the couple was eating the cake, and where that would have gone, heehee. The lemon was requested by Kohai93, and here it is…enjoy, you naughties ;D

Disclaimer- I do not own Halloween or any of its characters. I don't own anything except my OC.

Regular talking or what's happening in the story

Thinking or emphasis on word(s) and sometimes flashbacks…

The notes that Michael writes her

Strawberry Temptations

"Michael!" She laughed.

Krystal Brown had just been licked by Michael Myers. On her boob. They had been devouring a quite delicious cake that she had bought in celebration of his birthday, even though it was late.

She had taken a piece of the cake and was trying to shovel it in her mouth, but one pesky piece evaded. Krystal was going to pick the piece up and throw it away, but Michael had other plans. He simply leaned over and scooped the cake up with his tongue, and then proceeded to lick the remaining confection from her breast.

It had been four or five months since Michael had rescued her from a dirty slob, and they slowed formed a relationship. They were dating…if it was at all possible to say you were dating a psychopathic murderer and not be called insane. Spotted in a few situations that were later posted in the newspaper, their relationship did not go unnoticed. Though, they went the distance and made it work. They'd recently made love, and Michael had been craving more.

And that little taste of her sensitive skin was just enough to drive him across the edge. He needed more. He demanded it. And he would have his dessert.

Michael let his tongue trail up her chest, to her neck and then her lips. In less than an instant he felt her surrender to him, her body turning limp and submissive when subjected to his skillful temptations. He cradled her delicate head firmly in his hands as he hungrily kissed her lips for the sweet traces of vanilla frosting.

He pressed his tongue insistently at her lips, begging for entry, which he was swiftly granted. He took his time as her mouth slowly opened for him, running his tongue first from the left corner of her mouth, up and along the full length of her top lip, then following along the bottom in the same manner. Her breath was hot and sweet as it mingled with his own.

Slowly his tongue entered her mouth, and he took his time exploring its tender sweetness. He wanted to taste every inch of her. But his longing had built to breaking point and in his wild, passion-filled haze he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. He wanted to take his time and savor her, yet his overwhelming desire was quickly building into a frenzy; and he was unsure how much longer he would last before he was overcome by it.

Michael pulled away from her lips and kissed a frenzied trail over her chin and down her silky neck. He had to try to clear his head even slightly before his arousal got the better of him. He didn't want to frighten her with his excitement. As he kissed his way back up her neck and nuzzled his nose beneath her ear, the vanilla fragrance of her shampoo, he'd purchased for her flooded his senses yet again.

The feeling of his soft lips leaving hot open-mouthed kisses all over her body was divine. Her head was spinning with the passionate emotions which overwhelmed her, and she was barely aware of what he was doing as his hands took hold of the straps of her tank top and tore them down her arms.

Krystal playfully asked, "Eager, are we?" Michael returned her question with an needy, excited look. She knew what he wanted, but he wasn't going to get it that quickly. Krystal wanted glorious, time-consuming sex, damnit!

Her senses came flooding back to her however as she felt him grasp the front of her shirt with his hand between her breasts and jerk the tight tank top and tug it off over her head, throwing it to the floor. Michael took hold of his knife, noticing the bra with an imaginary 'No Trespassing' sign on it. He easily cut through the fabric of the bra, exposing her breasts. He pulled off the remaining pieces and also threw that to the floor. Krystal knew Michael was a tad rough the first go, but he was aggressive this time. Strangely, she liked it…She looked back up at him, nervously nibbling at her lip as she awaited his next move.

Slowly, almost reverently, Michael reached forward with both hands and placed them at either side of her face, running his thumbs first over each brow, studying her features. He then dragged them gently down the sides of her face, pausing only to brush a thumb over her swollen lips, then down over her elegant neck and gracefully parting to stroke each side of her collarbone, circling out to her underarms and down around the sides of each breast to come to a rest cupping each soft mound in his powerful hands and fingers.

Her breath left her suddenly and she felt a rush of blood as all of her sensations suddenly centred on the burning heat between her thighs. As he plucked and rolled each tender bud between his thumb and forefingers her head spun uncontrollably and she felt delusional as the combination of sensations at her breasts and her core threatened to drive her mad with their intensity, and she felt an overwhelming desire to have that thirst quenched as swiftly as possible. Her breathing was coming in gasps and pants now, and she realized Michael's was the same.

Without another word he moved his hands to pull down her skirt, his hand running up her calf and then thigh as he dragged the plentiful material up the length of her legs. Grabbing a handful of material in each hand, Michael practically ripped the skirt off. He leaned forward and softly kissed her taut abdomen. Tracing kisses along the folded edge of the fabric, and then making his way agonisingly slowly down over the soft feminine curve of her stomach, Michael thought she would explode with anticipation.

When he finally reached the top of her lacy black underwear and pushed the material aside to kiss the top of the soft pink area, she thought she would cry out with relief, but to her endured agony he pulled away and instead left a lingering wet kiss at either side of the border between her thighs and burning core.

"Michael…oh my god…you are such a tease!" Michael glanced back up at her, smirking, and taunting her placing more kisses.

But suddenly she cried out loudly and shamelessly as she felt his hot wet muscle slide along the full length of her core, sending bolts of electricity firing through her veins and making her quiver with the intensity of its sensation.

His skillful tongue slid masterfully between her folds, every stroke eliciting a jolt to her system, and when he moved his attentions higher to circle the little bundle of nerves that seemed to be the source and cause of her anguish her head began to roll around and her legs tautened and slackened uncontrollably. Krystal felt as though she were being tortured with pleasure, and as stars began to form in front of her eyes she realised that her core was flexing incessantly, her muscles desperately trying to grasp hold of some unknown force and pull it in, and she had the overwhelming sensation of feeling incredibly empty.

Natural female instincts took over her now, and she clasped at Michael's shoulders and head, pulling him up towards her again, knowing one thing and one thing only – she was going to quench this desire, now.

As soon as he was level with her again she wrapped her legs in a vice-like grip around his hips and thrust her tongue back into his mouth, the taste of herself on his lips surprisingly attractive.

He kissed her back as hungrily and fervently as she, then slowly pulled back to sit kneeling once again. He grasped the zipper of his mechanic's suit and pulled it down, revealing his scarred musculature. Krystal eyed him hungrily, till the torture was too great to bear, and slid rest of the suit and his boxers down in one tug to release the object of her desire.

Krystal tried not to gasp as she studied him greedily, the insatiable burning in her core almost painful as her eyes devoured the cure to her torture. Suddenly, Michael picked her up and placed her upon the counter.

…did Michael know how to do it here?

He brought their lips together again, as their kisses grew in passion and intensity; she felt that burning rise within in her yet again. She began to press her core against him, rubbing herself in a circular motion against his rock hard desire. He grasped himself in his hand and pulled back slightly to roll his sensitive tip against her aching mound, but this only served to further prolong her agony.

She decided she couldn't take it any longer. She must have him now.

"Damnit…Michael… please," she whimpered. "I want you inside me."

She had thought he would smirk at that. But on the contrary he looked as eager as she, and he simply looked into her eyes as he removed her panties, this time pressing the burning tip of his arousal towards the entrance of her core.

There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on…It was something in his eyes. Those onyx orbs that had seen so much in their lifetime. So much anger, so much violence, so much hate for Haddonfield…so much misery, so…alone.

She desperately wanted to be the solution to his misery and hatred.

She drew her breath in anticipation, and she saw him do the same. Then he pressed forward, and finally she felt that feeling of emptiness subside as he pushed his full length inside her.

Thankfully, Michael's six foot four height had been tall enough that he was able to enter her with ease and the counter didn't interfere. He was glad, or he would have had to prolong the act he wanted ever so badly.

Krystal was in pure heaven. His girth had stretched her and that empty feeling was banished from her mind as he slowly began to move his length within her.

He moved within her, slowly at first, but as their lips instinctively found each other's and they began to fall into frenzied passion again, his movements picked up pace rapidly. It seemed as if the culmination of the past few days' tensions and they were both of them feeding off the other's hysteria.

His long, slender fingers kneaded pleadingly in the flesh of her back, his strong forearms pressing her to him. She couldn't stop the noises which flooded out of her, strange little mewls and groans and squeaks of pleasure. Her spasms were so intense that she had to lie down on the countertop, unable to focus any longer.

Her silky cavern was like a vice around him, his body shuddering uncontrollably as every nerve ending in his body sparked, sending overwhelming messages of pleasure to his brain. God, he would have to make another rule that they made love daily.

The pressure was so intense Krystal thought she might cry out. Her legs were flailing again, her body tensing as a great weight built up against her stomach, the coil tight and ready to snap at any moment, her breathing coming in great gasps so loud they drowned her ears to any other sound but for the masculine noises she heard faintly in the background, and she realized that Michael was grunting amidst his own passion above her.

With a final thrust the beautiful brown-haired man above her lost his control and released his essence within her. The look of raw unbridled pleasure that flooded his face, and his hot seed which filled her body was the final straw for Krystal. Every muscle in her body tensed to their limit as the coil snapped inside of her, and her abdomen was instantly bombarded with a combination of unbelievable explosions, her head spinning out of control as stars shot incessantly across her vision and the breath was knocked clean out of her, and for several moments she was lost in delirium. Her heart pounded in her chest and her ears rang as she plummeted from reality. She felt as if she were falling down a bottomless well, her body weightless as she spiralled into its ebony depths.

Slowly her descent faded, and as the explosions subsided and her muscles began to gradually relax, a wave of the most intense peacefulness she had ever felt in her life began to wash over her.

She lay there, breathing heavily and staring up at the stars as she slowly regained a sense of consciousness. She heard Michael breathing just as hard as she was and when she had finally managed to catch her breath and gather the smallest amount of energy to be able to move, she forced herself forward into Michael's arms.

Exhausted, and desperately needing sleep, he picked her up, hands under her bum, and carried her upstairs to the bed, placing her on it gently. He lay down next to her, nuzzling his face into her neck, letting his breathing slow. She felt his slender fingers lace with hers, and was about to fall into slumber when something plopped on her boob. She glanced down at the object, and laughed.

Michael had placed a piece of the cake on her chest.

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