Knight Rider

Remember The Knight

Part VIII
By Ldydeb

Selena's eyes opened.  She expected to find Michael lying next to her.  He was there the first time she stirred.  She awoke to find him using her for a teddy bear, his arms wrapped completely around her arms and chest.  His chest breathed against her back.  It was a comfortable feeling.  Selena cuddled down inside his protective cocoon and eagerly returned to sleep.

Awake again she found his absence disturbing.  She looked at the clock on her nightstand and knew the reason he was up and about.  They were supposed to go jogging and then to see Dr. Lindel.  She needed to talk to the Doctor about the drugs she was taking.  She was afraid they could hurt her baby.  She also remembered bits of her nightmare, why Michael spent the night with her again.  She knew the nightmares, the sleepwalking had to stop.  She reached for her cracker supply, bringing the package into bed with her.  She giggled, tiny tingles massaging the inside of her abdomen.  The child inside her quieted, she pushed back her blankets to get ready for the day.

The doctor's waiting room was quiet, empty but for the receptionist's window.  Michael held Selena's hand.  She was nervous, uncommunicative.  He wanted to know what she was feeling, but knew she just needed him to be near not asking questions.  Finally Dr. Lindel came into the waiting room.  He asked, "Anymore problems, Mr. Knight?"

Selena bit her lip, listening to Michael talk about her sleepwalking; her panic attacks during her dreams.  Dr. Lindel smiled, becoming comforting, "I knew we had gone too fast, Mr. Knight!    I warned you that she might need to be hospitalized until we get her psychotic episodes under control. I warned Mr. Miles that Selena was too close to you. That you and this training program are the reason she's become in danger of harming herself."

Selena's eyes blazed.  She spoke, "You are wrong, Doctor!  Michael has done nothing but help me heal!  I believe these memories are rising because I'm feeling so safe, so secure with him!  Please don't…I mean…you can't prevent me from continuing my training!  I can't go into the hospital!"

Dr. Lindel observed his patient intently.  She had not spoken against his orders, fought his treatment since their relationship began.  She had been submissive to his authority like she had been conditioned to be before Michael Knight returned to her life.  Now there was strength, a new sense of self-worth coming a live in the woman.  He offered indulgently, "Let's talk about this together, Selena."  He looked at Michael, "A lone."  Then he guided Selena into his office.

Inside his office, Dr. Lindel helped Selena lie against one of the leather sofas near his desk.  He said, "Ready to begin?" as he approached a table with a needle and a small vial on a silver tray.  A box of latex gloves sat nearby.

Selena's eyes focused on the table, the dancing needles from her dream rose up to dance again on Dr. Lindel's tray.  She blinked, shaking her head pushing away the vision.  She spoke, "Dr. Lindel.  Please don't drug me again."

Dr. Lindel looked at her, the kind patronization of her request going unconsidered.  He spoke impatiently, "Selena, We've been through this before.  The only way I can't get past your mental defenses, the only way you let me inside your head is with this medicine."

Selena watched him snap on a latex glove.  She bit her lip and informed, "But, Dr. Lindel, I'm pregnant!  Won't the drug hurt my baby?"

Again Dr. Lindel faced her, shock and unbelief, then a masked tabulation of her chart ran through his head.  He knew she had been dizzy and nauseated, having fainting spells since leaving the hospital months ago.  He'd been asked to investigate her condition.  At the time he thought it was all part of her trauma.  That was what he told his superiors.  He wondered what their reaction would be when he gave them this bit of news.  The Foundation had been given weekly reports of his progress with Selena Kirk.  He had a lot riding on his success with her.  He replied, dismissing her claim, "Selena, It is not a good thing to lie to me."

Selena remarked, her own temper rising at being called a liar adding to her panic of having to face the needle again.  "Then how do you explain my constant morning sickness, my need to eat a box of crackers before getting out of bed?  What else could explain…" she nervously played with her pendant, her ear tingling, "…my belly becoming pooched and round?"  She stood sidewise, raising her loose t-shirt, and then molding her hands over her small, barely visible mound.

Dr. Lindel snapped the other glove in place and began to fill the needle.  He offered, "Just relax, Selena.  I'm not going to hurt you."  He pushed her back onto the couch, ignoring her.  Selena pleaded, "Do a pregnancy test, Doctor, please!"

In the parking lot, Michael watched KITT's large lights begin to roam.  He knew immediately something was wrong.  Before he could ask, KITT ordered, "Selena is in trouble, Michael.  You need to get her out that man's hands."

Dr. Lindel held Selena's arm out trying to get the needle in the right place.  Selena fought him.  To her surprised delight, she used one of the technical moves she'd mastered with the martial arts instructor, laying the doctor on his ass.

The doctor shocked her when he rose and swung at her face, the back of his hand sending her to spin towards the couch.  Selena looked up at him, her eyes full of fear and hatred.  She had trusted this man, and let him inside her head.  "You bastard!"

The loss of his temper surprised Dr. Lindel too.  He tried to talk to his patient, "Now, Selena, you don't have to get violent.  I don't want to have to lock you up."

"Lock me up!"  Selena shouted unsure of what to do next.  "You hit ME!"

Again his eyes became patronizing, "No I didn't, Selena.  You attacked me and fell when I tried to defend myself."

"No, Doctor!  You tried to force that needle in my arm!  Then you hit me!"

"Now, Little girl.  Hear me…Cranberries, Sleep.  Relax, and sleep."

Something inside her snapped and she felt her mind wander for a few seconds.  Her body was relaxing, but she was determined to fight him.  She said, "NO, stop."

Dr. Lindel approached her and helped her back to the couch.  He began speaking hypnotic suggestions, "You are becoming hysterical!  I am trying to help you!  Do you think anyone will believe anything else?  Do you remember attacking Knight…you tried to shoot him.  You have to stop hurting people, Selena."

Selena searched her thoughts and images of her firing the magnum, of Michael trying to fight her for the gun entered her head, the scratch on his cheek.  Weakly she said, "I don't remember doing that."

"You did, my poor dear.  I had to rescue Knight by tranquilizing you.  You tried to kill him!"

Selena whimpered faintly, "It was the drug!  I was having a waking nightmare!"

Dr. Lindel began to breathe easier.  He held her hand, the needle in the other.  He thought she was already on her way into the hypnotic state and said, "That's right, P's Toy, and in a few minutes what happened here will just be another nightmare you won't remember."

Though his voice was soothing, hearing him use the King's name for her and seeing the needle coming pulled her away from his control.  She squirmed and pleaded, "Help!  My baby!  Stop!"  She grabbed for his hand and bit down before the needle went in.

Dr. Lindel raised his hand to strike her, "You will be a good girl, Toy…"

"Doctor Lindel!"  A voice sounded throughout his office.  Hands lifted him off the couch away from Selena, throwing him to his desk.  The doctor found himself terrified of the righteous rage in the eyes that stood over him.  More words ground from the breath of this tower, "I believe the lady told you to stop! 'Good' doctor!"

Dr. Lindel tried to defend himself, tried to speak.  But Michael got into his face, "Don't!  I saw what you did!  And if you EVER touch MY Selena again, you will be dead!"

The moment Michael turned away from the doctor his face softened, the worry he'd been fighting visible, his cheek ticking with it.  He found Selena watching him in awe.  He helped her to stand and said, "Selena, know that as long as I'm with you; No man will ever hurt you again and get away with it!  Got it!"  He kissed her, trying to be tender, she had experienced enough violence for one day.  His eyes hardened, his knuckle gliding over Dr. Lindel's purple and red knuckle prints on her cheek.  He choked, trying not to cry for her, "Are you OK?"

Selena couldn't speak.  She nodded her eyes still studying Michael.  She tried to understand him.  Her heart filling with pride that this man cherished her, fought for her, seemed to know she needed him.  Yet he forced nothing, asked nothing from her.

Michael enjoyed the adoration on her face, her inability to speak.  He ignored the doctor trying to pick himself up.  Instead he placed Selena's arm within his and escorted her outside.

In the parking lot the reality of what happened crashed into Selena.  She leaned against Michael and complained, "Do I have a sign on my body 'please hit me'?"

Michael kissed her forehead, "No, Moonlight.  You've just come across some very bad men!"  He refused to let her look at her face in her purse's make-up mirror.  He said, "You don't need that.  I think you're beautiful."

The words were welcomed even though she blushed from them.  She let Michael put her into KITT.  Out of his hearing, she said, "Thank you, KITT.  Did Michael hear any of it?"

KITT replied, "NO.  I was able to get to him beforehand."  Michael sat in the driver's seat to hear KITT, "Devon wants to speak to you, Michael."

Michael observed, "About the good doctor covering his ass no doubt.  Tell him we're coming to the offices.  We'll be there in a few minutes."

KITT soon pulled into his marked space inside the laboratory's garage.  It was good to be away from the dirt, birds, and other rodents of the forest that kept him company at night.  Selena knew she needed to talk to Devon alone.  She withdrew as soon as KITT automatically opened her door.

Bonnie hurried down the stairs, her arms encircling Selena's shoulders than pulling her away from Michael.  The garage door opened admitting Devon's personal golf cart.  Selena heard him approach Michael scolding, "What happened, Michael!  I've never known you to attack without provocation!"

Selena wanted to go back to defend him, but Bonnie refused to let her go.  Instead she pulled her up the metal stairs.  They watched Michael folding his arms in frustration; he was yelling at Devon, the words "incompetent, sadistic bastard" reaching them.  Bonnie swiped her key and plugged in her security code, Selena following suit. 

As soon as the doors were open, Bonnie pulled Selena into the lab.  Selena frowned.  Paperwork seemed to be lying around everywhere – unorganized and unaccounted for.  Bonnie smiled, but hid it before Selena caught it.  Selena asked, "Were is Thomas?  I thought he was suppose to make sure this didn't happen again."  She picked up a blueprint drawing of KITT's main console.  It was completely labeled, including a couple of new items she knew were still in the testing stages.

Bonnie pulled the document from Selena, casually shrugging, "He'll get to it sooner or later.  We've been busy."

Her frown turned to disgust at finding leftover food and empty soda pop bottles piled on a desk, "I can see that."  She never remembered the lab looking this messy.  She could almost imagine…yes, she thought.  Out loud she charged, "Do you all miss me that much!"

Bonnie laughed, her prank discovered, "Actually it was Thomas' idea.  He got used to having his dinner on time and delivered here."

Pulling Selena over to a table, Bonnie motioned to a woman standing nearby.  The woman was dressed in a doctor's white coat, a simple dress underneath.  She carried a basket containing wrapped up medical supplies.  Selena guessed what was about to happen.  She said, "I don't need a test, Bonnie.  I'm pregnant!  Here…"  She produced her lower abdomen, while placing Bonnie's hand over the top.  She waited until both women felt her skin flutter lightly.  The two women grinned at each other.

Bonnie commented, "Wow, so Michael's child…that's Michael's…"

Selena lost her smile.  She replied, "I hope it is, Bonnie.  Until I know for sure I can't tell him."

Bonnie coaxed, "Then let the doctor do the test, Selena.  Dr. Matthews, this is the woman Devon asked you to treat."

The woman was in her fifties, experience and a heart of pure peace in her demeanor.  She shook Selena's hand and said, "Miss Kirk, Mr. Miles tells me you've been through some difficulties these past few months."

Selena asked, feeling like she was in her Aunt Marie's presence, "Can you tell me if my baby was conceived in rape or love?"

Dr. Matthews replied, "Young Lady, all children are born to be loved regardless of how their life began!  But yes, through a few samples of blood from you, the baby, the men in question, we can use their DNA to find out who your baby's father is."

Selena defended, "I never meant…Doctor!  This baby is mine!  I need to know who the father is so I can protect the child."

Dr. Matthews smiled in satisfaction.  She guided Selena behind a set of patricians to begin her first pre-natal exam.

An hour later, Dr. Matthews wrote out two prescriptions and pulled a book from a large medical bag.  She instructed, "Now, I need you to see me in two weeks."  She looked at Bonne and then back at Selena, "Mr. Miles has asked if I can meet you here for security; something about you being in protective custody?  However I would be better equipped in my office if you are comfortable with that?"

Selena shrugged, "Your office is fine, Dr. Matthews."

Dr. Matthews was pleased.  She continued, "Here are your prescriptions for prenatal vitamins, some samples until you can get them filled, and a great book to help you through the next five months."

Selena took all her new "gifts" asking, "Anything else?"  She paged through a few sections of the book the doctor had given her.

"Definitely. Under no circumstances take any drugs – prescription or over the counter not even cough syrup without talking to me first.  Well for a headache, you can take acetaminophen.  But that is all.  Understand?"

Selena's face went pale.  She dropped her new gifts to the counter, went to her purse and retrieved a bottle.  She handed it to Dr. Matthews and said, "Is this all right?  I've been taking them since I got out of the hospital – this and an anti-depressant."

Looking over the information on the bottle Dr. Matthews asked, "Did the doctor do a pregnancy test on you before prescribing these?"

Selena shook her head and said, "He's also been injecting me with something to help me into a hypnotic state.  He said it would help me remember what caused my accident."

Devon cleared his throat.  He had waited in the outer office listening to the women within the patricians.  He'd sent Michael and KITT on an errand.  He spoke, "Can I come in, Selena?"

Dr. Matthews said, "Please do, Mr. Miles, we're almost finished here."

Devon adjusted his jacket and stepped into view.  He approached, his eyes meeting Dr. Lindel's knuckles bruising Selena's cheek.  He was not happy when he commented, "And is this his doing too?"

Selena nodded, "I tried to tell him."

Devon raised his hand, "Not necessary, Selena, KITT relayed every thing to me while you and Michael were enroute."

Dr. Matthews had been looking over the pills that were in the bottle.  She gently laid her hand on Selena's shoulder, "Would you object to giving me one more blood sample?"

Selena knew it was better to allow it than to fight.  She was also beginning to trust this woman that would be carrying her through the rest of her term.

Finally the doctor finished and Bonnie escorted her out of the lab.  When Bonnie returned she found Devon comforting Selena his hand on her shoulder.  She was crying, "I can't tell him.  Not yet!"

Devon coaxed, "He should know, Selena.  Trust him to do the right thing for both of you."

Selena shook her head negatively, "And force him to care for another man's child!  Take him away from his work!  Or worse give some ass another weapon to use against Michael!  To watch…to let my…my own child suffer because some monster needs a pawn or revenge!"  She lowered her eyes, "I can't…I want to so bad it hurts.  This morning I almost did!  In Dr. Lindel's office I hoped he heard me and would force me to tell him."

Bonnie offered, "Selena, I have known Michael a long time.  What you would be giving him would be so precious, it would finally make up for what he sacrificed becoming Michael Knight."

Selena calmed down, "I know.  And I do want to tell him, but not until I know he is definitely the father and definitely not until he completes my training!  Just give me…us two weeks.  When we come home for Lennox's trial, I'll tell him."  Looking around at the mess in the lab, she looked back at Devon and asked, "I suppose your office looks like this?"

Devon replied, "Two weeks, Selena?  Are you sure you want to continue training?"

Selena nodded, "Oh yes!  I'm still struggling with my foot a bit, but other than that, I've never been healthier!  Isn't that what Dr. Matthews said?"  She looked at Bonnie, daring her to contradict her.

Devon argued, "But the martial arts…how can you protect the baby from all those kicks and punches?"

Selena grinned, "Easy, Devon.  I took Mr. Woo into my confidence and told him about the baby.  I've been wearing protective padding.  We told Michael it was to prevent me doing more damage to my ribs and kidneys while they healed from the accident." 

Shaking his head, Devon conceded, "All right.  You need to see Dr. Matthews at her office so she can safely obtain a sample of the baby's amniotic fluid for the paternity test.  We will have the results by the time you come home."  Contemplating her teasing question, Devon pointed to the mess; "And yes, my office is a complete disaster!  So in two weeks you will be where you belong, behind your desk!  Understand?"

Selena giggled, remembering how neat Devon liked things, "Liar!  But thank you for valuing me so much!"  She kissed his cheek.

Bonnie joked, "You may not think so when he chains you to the desk, Selena."

Selena laughed, "With Michael keeping the keys to the lock."  She reached for her stomach feeling the stirrings of life.

It was late evening by the time Selena and Michael returned to the lake bungalow.  They had shared a light meal in a Los Angeles restaurant before heading back to the mountains.  There was a peace between them.  Selena felt very relaxed, her face becoming soft, the traces of her abuse evaporating.  Her eyes weren't darting around.  She didn't jump every time some stranger approached her.

Selena and Michael entered the bungalow silently.  Yawning, Selena thanked Michael for a wonderful dinner, lightly kissing his cheek.  Then she announced she was exhausted and retreated to her room.  Michael tried to follow, but found her door locked.  "That's an interesting twist," He thought, disappointment in his heart.

He was restless.  The full day still played in his head.  He needed a diversion and disappeared into his own room.  In the span of ten minutes Michael stood in swim gear on the pier over the lake.  The night air was cool, nice after the 90° heat in Los Angeles.  It was still warm enough to swim.  When Michael jumped into the dark midnight blue waves of the lake he discovered the water still held the sun's warmth that had been building all summer.  He paddled along, stretching out his arms, legs, feeling the tension in his muscles loosening, becoming fluid in the water.

A soft, exotic voice called to him, "Don't you know you should never swim alone, Michael Knight, especially at night!"

Michael turned to find his Moonlight Angel standing at the end of the pier.  She wore her robe and a pair of soft gray slippers.  He asked, "Do you need something?"

The vision before him nodded "Yes."  Then she removed her thick cotton robe.  Underneath she wore an ivory satin and lace, thin-shoulder strapped negligee, the skirt cascading, flowing around her ankles in the breeze.  She stepped out of her slippers, her eyes never leaving his.  He started to swim back to shore.  His stroke stopped when her hands crossed her breast and pulled on the ribboned shoulder straps until the ribbons fell open.  The rear of her negligee glided down her back, the ribbons swinging towards the ground.  His breathing stopped, his eyes focused, waiting, expecting.

Finally The Angel opened her arms, raising her hands to the clip holding her hair on top her head.  As the negligee fell to the wood planks of the pier, her hair fell down her back and shoulders, surrounding her in a moon-lit, sparkling, velvety cape.  Her hands fell to her sides, letting Michael view her body to his heart's content.

Then she was gone.  The angel sprang from the edge of the pier into the deep lake.  Michael felt the swirls of water coming to him.  Her hands reached him first.  They felt for then climbed up his body, using his shoulders to mold against him.  Her lips tasted his tentatively, feather lightly at first.  He was unsure of what to do until he felt her bare skin press against him, her rock-hard nipples tickling his own.  His arms went around her tightly, their legs swirling within each other to stay a float.  He finally spoke, "What is this?"

The Angel's voice replied huskily, "Don't question it, MY Knight, just let this Moonlight Angel love you."  With that, she disappeared under the water, her hands and mouth connecting with every inch of his bare skin.  She was sending his senses into a tailspin.  She swam to his back, her hands staying in contact underneath his swim trunks.  She reverently nuzzled his neck, touching his back with her lips, disappearing under the water quickly.  Unsure of how, Michael found himself bare-assed under the chilled water.  His Moonlight Angel reappeared by the pier, her green eyes a golden blaze highlighted by the moon.  She held up his suit and shouted, "Looking for these?"  Her laughter filled the air.  She tossed them onto the pier near her own pile of clothes.

Michael quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her against him finding her mouth waiting for him to posses her.  Her breath became labored; she felt his passion for her evident underneath the water as again their legs became entwined.

Now hands explored, lips tasted, noses collided, each sense finding what it wanted and enjoying the fruit of its labor.  Michael slightly lifted her up until her breasts crested on top of the water.  She held on, arching into his mouth as he drank her skin, lapping the water off of her tiny rounded, pink buds.  Her eyes closed as she absorbed all he stirred inside her.  Michael took hold of her chin and spoke into her re-opened eyes.  He half-requested, half demanded that she keep her eyes open, focused on him!  He wanted no invasion of nightmares to take his moonlit angel away from him.  He was rewarded with a wicked squint of her eyes and an erotically rye grin.  Her next response was her hands boldly running down his chest, diving underneath the water in search of his lower extremities, now ready to dive within her body.

Again he attacked her lips, wanting to steal her breath.  He clasped her body against him, swimming her towards the pier.  He set her on the edge, out of the water.  He climbed out, pushing her to lie back against the wood while he crawled over the top of her, leaving no inch of her skin untouched by his kisses.  His own deep chuckle carried into the warm autumn breeze when her fingers grabbed at his hair trying to pull his head up to hers.  She was begging him to take her; "I Love you, Michael Knight!  Please need me!"

The words were broken, never coming together, spread out between her whimpers of pleasure.  He entangled himself into her body for what seemed like hours.  He spent time learning how each part of her body responded to his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his breath.

The spell was almost broken.  Michael lingered over her slightly rounded belly, which he knew should have flattened.  He cupped her stomach, feeling the movement inside.  But his attention was pulled away; he was pushed to his back.  His moonlight angel now hovered over him, her wet tangled hair teasing his skin, her hands working her magic on him.  Her mouth trailed kisses, driving him to the edge.  His mind lost all power to think, his body unable to function beyond completing the goal of his desire.

He closed his eyes only to feel her body resting over him finding a new delight of pleasure.  She kissed him and demanded, "Don't you close your eyes, My Knight!"

He growled, pulling her thighs apart, spreading her wider to accommodate his size.  His hips moving up into her to the rhythm she created.  Now tongue found tongue, free hand found her nipple, while hers scratched along his chest, her body reaching its first crest.  Her voice loudly proclaimed her pleasure.  She pushed herself up, rolling her hips down, trying to devour every inch of him.  He pulled her hair, helping to drive the tension into her body until she crested again.

When he felt her relax a bit, Michael flipped her to her back.  Now he left his own trail down to pleasure her, his tongue tasting her salty nature, his fingers, palms, pushing her up a mountain waiting for her to be ready to go over.  He knew she was ready again, her cries to be completed echoing over the lake until he climbed back to her lips and kissed away her noisy whimpers.  While his mouth found hers, his hand pushed one of her thighs up and spread her open while he rocked himself into her, building speed and depth with each stroke.  He kept hold of her thigh, his fingers cupping under and around her rear-cheeks, stimulating her until he felt her body clamp down on his fiercely.  He increased his speed and intensity.  He took her nipple into his teeth, suckling it, feeling small amounts of liquid pouring out.  That simple act sent his moonlight angel into a passionate fit, her arms pressing him firmly against her, her powerful thighs pulling him inside.

Into the clear, starry stillness, Michael's howl was heard echoing through the mountains.  He collapsed to her side, refusing to let her out from under him.  He feared he dreamt the whole thing and she would disappear.

His moonlight angel had other ideas.  His angel raked his side, tickling him until he rose up.  She rolled away from him and laughed, "If you want more, Knight, you'll have to catch me!"  The she dove into the water, rising up for air several feet from the pier.  She swirled around; her hands combing her hair back from her face.  Her eyes glittered in amusement and triumph!  She had concurred her demons, tasted passion at its best and wanted more.

Michael sat at the edge dangling his legs over, watching her.  He refused to take her bait, refused to play.  Instead he enjoyed her teasing him, her ripe breasts emerging from the water as she floated by him.  She was incredibly bold in her survey of his nude, glistening wet form.  She disappeared under the water and reappeared in front of him.  Her voice challenged him, enticed him to join her.  He smiled, again refusing to play.

Finally she sent several large waves of water at him, barely splashing him but goading him to want to retaliate.  The last straw came when she approached the pier, reached her hands up the inside of his calves, her cold fingertips grazing his skin.  Her eyes stared up at him heavy with desire, her smile a dare.  He leaned over to speak to her, to talk her into going inside to continue making love.  Wickedly his angel used her arms to pull herself up to meet him, her mouth meeting his.  His arms encircled her torso, allowing her to hang on to his neck with one hand.  Her free hand exploring, delving down, ice meeting fire.

She chuckled deeply, "Come get me, Michael Knight!"  Then she let go of him, falling backward her feet sending buckets of water into his face.

Michael gave in to the chase, diving into the sparkling black void.  His strong arms easily closed the distance between them.  He tried to pull her too him, but she kissed him then splashed him away.  She taunted him darting toward him only to kick away before he could capture her.  Each time daring to get closer, her fingers, touching exciting him.

She took a huge breath before diving under the water.  Michael felt his body stiffen, the tension ripening his passion to a fevered level.  He felt her lips close over him for several very brief seconds.  His senses on over load, he lost where she'd gone next.  Until she popped up behind him, pressing into him, her tongue caressing his neck, her kisses dotting his back, licking up the drops of water.  He tried to turn, to reach her.  He heard her softly whisper, the sound reverent, filled with longing, "Do you know how much I love you, My Knight?"  She glided down his back her hands reaching around, teasing, massaging, using him to keep from floating away.  Her lips and teeth dotted his skin with dozens of temporary marks of her own.

His being on fire Michael turned around as soon as her arms freed him.  He heard her taunting, watched her circling him like a starving shark.  The blue of his eyes darkened, his desire to pound into her body pushing him to attack her.  His long arm reached out to imprison her the moment he caught her.

Now it was his turn to torment, tease.  He wrapped himself around her waist, his teeth grazing the back of her collar bone, her head raising then leaning back; her moan bringing giggles of satisfaction to his throat, radiating against her skin.  He played with her, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching down on her nipples.  Her hips pressed backwards trying to mold into him.  She wanted to reach back to feel him, pull him closer, but her arms were required to move to keep them floating on the water.  He taunted, "Are you ready to give in, My Moonlight Angel."

Her lips parted to speak, but no sound came forth.  It was drowned out by the feeling of his fingers taking possession of her sex, jolting her through a powerful orgasm.  He continued pushing her, pleasing her loving her.  Just when she was ready to scream, her body was rotated, her lips joined to him, her legs parted, the feel of water erupting against her womb.  She was on another trip into the colorful, rainbow of passion.  There her mind had only one purpose to give pleasure and receive it.  The pressure was building, their kisses becoming a battle.

The lake recovered from the invading lovers, the swirls of water subsiding as they quieted from the explosion into a delicate dance.  The strength of their desire spent left a tender need for touch and feelings expressed.  Michael still held his angel, her eyes becoming focused again, her smile enchanting him.  He floated to his back, carrying her with him to swim alongside.  The cool water refreshing their tired muscles, washing away the tensions of the day. 

Michael led his moonlight angel to the pier and helped her out of the water.  He enveloped her within the folds of her cotton robe then led her back to their bungalow.  He refused to let go of her fingers, enjoying the way she held on to him for assurance, with trust.  Up the stairs they went, reaching the large master-suite.

In the light of the room, Michael found his moonlight angel had not disappeared.  Her auburn hair lay soaked under the robe and down her back.  Her green eyes smoldered with a re-igniting desire directed at him.  She was changing from angel to Selena, but still wanted him, waited for him to continue the magic of the lake.

Though his muscles ached, he was delighted with the change in her. Her demons, the barriers though invisible, were falling with each kiss, each tender touch, each climb to the top of her being only to find her Knight there with her and at the bottom waiting to catch her.  He led her to her bed, using no words, just using the motion of his body.  He followed her down to the mattress, ridding her of the robe.  Her hands guided his head to her mouth, her lips reaching up, her tongue boldly attacking the inside of his lips.  She rocked her hips up, her breathing become a ragged sound, her little mews encouraging him on.  This time their frenzy to reach orgasm pushed aside the need for foreplay.  Selena just wanted Michael inside her, riding her over the fences of his passion.

She whispered that in his ear before losing touch with the lights, the room around her.  She focused on Michael and Michael only until the inner rainbows in her head blinded her vision.

Michael waited, watching feeling.  Then Selena's hands clenched within his curls, her kisses fiercely demanding release.  He drove his weight against her hips, releasing, draining his body of his strength, his desire; leaving only love as the leftovers.  Exhaustion claimed the lovers, binding them together as one body until morning.