It was late at night and I was working on the computer in the study when there was a knock at the door. I was facing the window to look at the moon as I wrote.
"Let's go!"
Go? I thought, "Go ,where?" I called over my shoulder.
"Come on, It's Halloween."
"I'm not going."...
"You'll hate yourself if you miss it."
Of course Michael was right he always was but I didn't confident in myself to go out dancing all night.
"I'm fat and ugly." I yelled though the door.
"You're beautiful and sexy. There's no one on earth I want to be with."
I said nothing.
"Can I come in?"
"Its your house." I sighed.
I heard the doorknob rattle behind me and the door open, "First of all it's our house...our home...our study and if you really want to stay home on Halloween I can't force you to go to the festival But I feel pretty stupid."
"Why?"
"Renee, look at me."
I swiveled my chair to look at him and my breath caught in my throat.
"Well?" He slowly turned with his arms out.
He was the embodiment of Castor. He had played this character in a little known movie called Tron 2. I looked at his exposed skin which was covered in white face paint.
"Can I?"
He looked at me and smiled before he pulled me into his arms, "You look perfect."
"Really? I thought I looked horrible but if you say I look good that's all that should matter, right?" Michael nudged me playfully.
I looked at him and smiled.
He smiled back and soon we were locked in a passionate kiss.
"Do I have to show you how beautiful you are to me? I married you."
"Michael you were drunk when we got married. We both were drunk."
"You make it sound so cheap."
"I'm sorry but we got married in Vegas. How can I classy that up?"
He leaned his head back in thought.
Oh God, that man's neck I couldn't help myself I leaned forward planting a kiss in the hollow of his throat.
He knew what I wanted because he wanted it too.
He sat me on the desk nearly knocking over the computer.
"Careful."
"I'll buy a new monitor." He kissed me before he went to lock the door. He came back pulling off his jacket.
"No." I said painfully.
His head snapped up as he looked at me.
"Come here?"
Michael as Castor walked towards me. His hands running the length of my thighs as his hips fit snuggly between them.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders, "Don't?"
He smiled and kissed me understanding my meaning.