"I really didn't think it could happen," Kathryn told the doctor after the abortion happened. She was crying, clinging to the woman as if the world depended on it. "The dad being who it was I never thought it possible for me to get pregnant."

The doctor sighed and held the girl close to her, "Might I suggest going on the pill if you don't want to have a baby? I'll write you up a prescription for you to get filled."

Kat nodded and pulled away, she was going to need a lot of ice cream and a lot of Michael tonight to help her get over the loss of the baby that she really wanted to have.

She arrived home after getting her prescription filled and buying a pint of Ben and Jerry's Karmel Sutra. She didn't bother to go into the kitchen and get a bowl, but headed straight up to her room, plastic spoon in hand.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, opened the ice cream container, and took a large bite. She let the cold caramel flavor engulf her before swallowing and taking another bite. Tears flowed down her cheeks; she sniffled and whipped them away.

The sky was getting darker, and Kat whimpered when the light flicked off, "Who's there?" It was a long shot; only one person in the house besides her actually would return her words with words. She felt a hand brush across her shoulder and immediately she relaxed.

"Hey Michael," she ran her hand over her face again trying to pinpoint his location. It was pitch black, she couldn't see a thing. She heard an odd noise, a squelching noise that she couldn't really place as anything she had ever heard before.

She could feel his hands pushing her down; she complied and lay back on the bed, knowing that she could trust him even if she couldn't see him. His hands traced her face gently before leaning down and pressing his lips against her warm ones, his mouth was concerned and gentle as he searched hers.

Shocked at the feel of his lips on hers, Kat stiffened momentarily then felt herself give in to the searing heat of his kiss. She moaned lightly, bringing her hands up to his chest and pulling a fistful of his uniform down toward her.

Shockingly gentle, this is how it had to be. Her regenerative properties had already healed the wounds that the abortion had marred into her skin, only a slight tingle remained as Michael's hands traced down her sides and across her stomach. She closed her eyes, holding back the flood of tears that threatened to fall. She focused her whole body on him, on every touch of his lips and his fingers, marveling on the uncharacteristically gentle movements across her body.

She hadn't noticed that he had removed all her clothes until his warm fingers gently slid into her warm core. She moaned lightly as she felt them moving in and out of her slowly. She felt his warm breath trailing up her stomach and felt his mouth clamp down on her erect nipple.



Mewling gently she pulled his head down toward her chest, wanting him to continue his attentions there as his fingers pumped in and out of her. She was nearing that highest point; she could feel it tightening in her stomach, playing across the muscles in her pussy. Moments later she hit her climax, warm juices flowed out of her and across Michael's hand.

She felt his lips leave her chest, and then lightly placed on her own. She let out a soft gasp of surprise as he slowly slid into her, filling her with his erect cock. He pumped slowly; letting the sensation fill her, comfort her. He caressed her face, her arms, and gently rubbed her breasts between his fingers. Somehow he knew what she needed of him; he knew he needed to get rid of the pain, if only for a moment in time.

Their bodies melded together perfectly, a slow dance of passion and love. In and out, slowly he moved, her mewls of pleasure edging him on and stopped him from taking her with the force they had grown accustom to.

He reached down between them, gently running a finger along her swollen clit. She gasped in pleasure, nearing her second climax of the night. He could feel her tightening around him, his own pleasure rising with each thrust of their joined hips. It didn't take long before they joined in climax. Warm juices mixing together as heated flesh touched heated flesh.

Kathryn's eyes fluttered shut, she was content to just fall asleep in the arms of her lover. The ice cream lay forgotten on the floor, slowly melting into a puddle of sticky goo.

AN: So Michael is way out of the character we're use to seeing in my story yes? You're very right, but I feel that Michael is a deep person, and only kills his family because it will save the rest of the world. Other people he kills is because he doesn't know any better or they get in his way. Kat is a marvel to him, she isn't killed easily (not that he's ever tried) and she still loves him despite everything he's ever done. There's my explanation for all that.

Now for my explanation as for why I haven't updated before now… because I know I told someone I was going to write this like a month ago! I just wasn't in the writing mood, or the mood for Michael. (I know it's a sin!) I didn't want to write something and have it be horrific! So I decided I would wait until inspiration struck. And while starting a horror movie marathon with my sister my want for Michael kicked in. Sorry for the lateness, I hope you can forgive me!