"My mind is broken and irreparable; shattered into a million, useless pieces."
You listened to the shallow breathing of Michael and his heart beat, the soothing rise and fall of his chest caused your head to bob up and down. He was staring at the ceiling, completely calm and still, what was to happen next, was definitely out of the blue.
Michael's hand slithered up your side, sauntering towards your stomach, his grip around your waist tightened and he began circling his fingers on your ticklish spot. You broke into hysteric laughter, dimples intensifying on your face, you tried to pry his grip off of you, but he was much more overpowering and managed to suppress you. Your laughter turned into gasping giggles and Michael finally ceased, but only when you were literally exhausted.
"You little tease." You ruffled his hair, reaching up to his mask and Eskimo kissed him. He returned the favour, but this time, rolling his mask half way up to reveal a chiselled jawline and olive toned skin, only to be drawn into a vicious, dominant and protective kiss.
Dusk was approaching, you'd been lounging on the sofa for so long, you hadn't realised it was already 08:54, fuck fuck fuck, you had college in the morning... would Michael let you go?
On that note your eyes fluttered shut, Michael slinging his arms over your side and pulling you into his wall of muscle...
-dreamless sleep-
A lowline mist hung outside, a dusting of frost was on the floor, giving a crystalline look. You stare through tired eyes at the clock, 07:05, SHIT! You jumped out of Michael's grip, your back hurting from sleeping on the sofa, Michael stared dozily at you, "I need to go to college, Michael!" He gruffly snorted in disapproval, "Michael, pleaseeeee?" You pondered for a second, "Follow me, watch me if necessary..."
He seemed to contemplate the offer, nodding in response and letting you go.
You raced upstairs, leaving Michael to fix breakfast up for you, consisting of slightly off shortbread and tap water, meanwhile, you'd put a pinkish cotton jumper on that slacked on one shoulder and baggy LowRider bottoms, slipping on some white DocMartins. You could pass for a low budget Boho chick, the satchel adding a slightly hippie look.
You ran down the stairs, pushing your satchel back up your shoulder, "Don't let them see you." You warned, "Do what you do best; stay undetected..."
Michael nodded, trailing a good distance behind you as you make your way to Haddonfield college.
It was a short walk, but already you was getting disgusted glances from the upper-class students.
They laughed and giggled at your clothing, you don't look that bad, riiiight? You bashfully quicken your pace, barging through the door and entering the collegeyou had criminal studies now and this was going to be booooring.
It was penology today; rehabilitation and stuff like that.
You enter the classroom, burning under the pressure of eyes all on you and amused faces. Sitting in the corner, alone as usual, you take out your sketchbook and idly doodle. A person, a certain someone came to mind to draw... Michael. You smile, drawing him and you, face to face, not realising the boy in front was staring gawkishly at your drawing. "You're a fucking FREAK you know that, Bella?" He spat at your face, grabbing the paper, "Guys, look what freaky Bella drew!" Everyone swarmed around the lad in front like moths to a flame, snickering and crowding Bella, "You're psycho, crush on a killer. He'll murder you, bitch." You bite back tears, jumping out your seat and dashing outside, a drizzle starting and saturating your hair.
You had been through so much in life, you just wanted Michael there 24/7, because he made life manageable. You cried into your sketchbook, feeling a hand on your shoulder, you brush it off, before turning around and seeing him. You smile, falling into his embrace, "I want to go home." You could feel his body slump back in sadness, "I want to go home with you." You added, smiling as he snapped you up and carrying you bridal style home.
He allowed you to fall out of his hold, opening the door. You are drenched, so a warm shower is a welcoming thought and idea, "I'm going to take a shower, Michael..." He nods in response, lazing on the sofa, watching TV.
You headed upstairs, sorting out some comfort clothes, when your eyes fell upon a pretty and comfortable looking lacey top with ride-your-butt and hug your ass shorts... damn.
Entering the bathroom, you turn the knobs on the shower and see the relieving sight of warm, fresh water falling from the shower head and enter the steaming water. The droplets falling on your body, adorning your slim and oddly curvy body, chest and hair; which now was curlier than ever and a brightness returned to your eyes.
You come out of the shower, drying yourself off and putting the rather sexy attire on, it's definitely NOT something you'd wear unless comfortable with someone.
Tidying the shower room, you go downstairs, "Haven't you go anything else I can wear, Mikey?" You laughed, unsure of his reaction and his initial reaction was definitely not expected. He was blown away, your black hair fell in perfect curls and ringlets just above your waist, your eyes had finally got life in them and your clothes... they revealed a lot and Michael got slightly aroused by your choice of clothes.
He invited you to sit by him, smirking under his mask, once you took a seat by him, he rolled his mask up and aggressively pinned you down and kissed your neck, before unbuttoning your top.
He ran his hand up your stomach and cupped your breasts, eliciting a moan from your lips. He stared up at you, again, making sure he hadn't crossed lines and he'd got your full consent, you nodded, but mention... "Please be gentle..."
He nodded softly, beginning to undress you and pull your lingerie off and you unzipping his bloodied overalls.
You looked into his eyes and saw pure, klarified animalistic lust...
Both of you were now naked, you felt him try and satisfy the burning hardness that pulsated. You smiled, "I want you." He grinned at that, entering you with his large, thick manhood. You moaned, your body trembling as he grinded against you and your hips bucking to the electrifying your body. He finally pulls out of you, before slamming back in and both of you moan together, sweat beading both of yours heads. "Mich- ahh~" You cry his name as he rhythmically grinds against your bucks and recoils. You felt the emptiness leave you (( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡)) and become a fullness you desired for so long.
After a while of your pleasurable intimacy, you both climax and he pulls out, pulling you near him. He rolls his mask up, stuttering as if to speak, before a raspy, overused vibed voice musters a few words, "I love you, Bella..."
Author chan~ will be back soonsies!she's a broken mind... 3