Knight Rider
Remember The Knight
Part IX
By Ldydeb
The second week of Selena's training changed the roles between Michael and Selena. He was no longer just her teacher, she his student, their pretence of a platonic friendship dead. They still endeavored to maintain the rigorous exercise and defense lessons Michael scheduled, but the tension, the indecision of how to deal with each other was gone. In their little world at the bungalow, they let themselves be lovers creating a dream of forever and all its possibilities.
Michael showered Selena with his affection, spoiling her every chance he had. The result was a blossoming of his Moonlight Angel. Her nightmares occurred less and less. She had been able to sleep deeply the whole night through within the protective arms of her Knight.
Their days were filled with beating up on each other, fishing, more passion-filled swims, and jogging. Michael taught her everything he'd learned during his term at the police academy. He then taught her things he had learned as a detective and as a private investigator for FLAG.
Teacher learned a few things from student when she solved a few scenarios he had set up in ways he had not thought of, demonstrating her instincts for the unexpected and problem solving. She taught him how to pick locks, including on a pair of handcuff, which unfortunately only worked if the person's hands were cuffed in front of them. That lesson ended with both of them in a fit of giggles and some fun filled, kinky sex. Training became more like play time, often building up the tension between them that exploded into more long, passionate encounters.
Michael began to notice changes in the woman he loved. Her laughter came easier; she was becoming more confident, opening up to him in more ways than just physical. Their conversations entailed everything from current events, to racy stories, to deep issue discussions where they shared their views on politics and religion, to long tales and continuous jokes, to subtle and overt seductions. He could sense her moodiness easier with each passing day.
The best change, the one he looked forward to most was the love in her eyes directed at him. She could be engaged talking to anyone, Devon, Mr. Woo; but the moment Michael stepped into the room her eyes would search him out, a longing to be with him evident. She'd flash him a grin either expressing her sweet devotion or sensual desire – the latter included a quick lick of her lips for only him to see and understand.
Their nights when they could completely shut the world out were filled with long dinners, reading to each other by the fireplace or playing cards. They no longer slept in separate bedrooms Michael falling asleep with his nude Moonlight Angel wrapped around him.
As her system cleared of the drugs Dr. Lindel had given her, the nightmares, the sleepwalking, and the daytime hallucinations became less frequent. Devon worried about her inability to remember anything and her refusal to even try anymore. Devon tried to convince her to go back to Dr. Lindel. Devon believed, had been convinced that Dr. Lindel had over reacted, made a mistake and lost his temper. He tried to remind Selena that it was Dr. Lindel who had helped her through the first bad weeks after she emerged from her coma. Devon tried to convince Michael that Selena needed to continue her therapy if they had any hope of helping her through her trauma and regaining her memory. Selena refused to listen, becoming stubborn, self-protective. Michael sided with her; suggesting Devon find her a new therapist.
Another weekend began. The day's sunshine was already turning up the heat on the October day. Michael awoke to find his Moonlight Angel, his Selena gone. He heard her in the bathroom down the hall emptying the contents of her stomach. That element frustrated Michael; he could not understand why she was still getting sick. She had been off the medicine a full week, yet she still experienced bouts of dizziness and nausea. It was decreasing, but it concerned him just the same. He was afraid to ask her about it, believing, remembering she only became ill when her memories tried to come out, when she couldn't handle them. There existed another possibility in his mind, but he dismissed it. She would tell him. Besides he thought, she was taking extra pills in the morning now; he believed they were protected from that.
Growling out his body's need to stretch Michael rolled over taking up Selena's side of the bed. He buried his face in her pillow, relishing her scent as it surrounded him. The spot still held her warmth and he wanted more of her. To his chagrin, he realized maybe that she was sick because of roughness in their sex during the night. He grinned, pleased at being able to make her scream out in surrender.
A noise from the door brought his eyes to her. Selena was dressed exactly the way she'd been their first morning at the bungalow. He'd been forced to listen to her pleasure herself in the shower. He wondered, his mind seeing her, if she'd done it again. She grinned letting him know she too remembered. Her eyes changed to one of seduction as she let her robe fall open, sashaying before him to her dresser. She mocked, "What are you still doing in MY bed?"
Michael reached out to her, "Waiting for My Moonlight to show me what she did in the shower."
"Nothing I would ever tell YOU," she lied. She ignored his attempts to coax her toward him. She took out some jogging shorts, panties, a sport bra and a loose fitting t-shirt. She scolded, "Come on, Lazy Boss-Man! Time for our morning jog!" Brazenly she threw the clothes at the edge of her bed, dropped the robe from her body, and provocatively started to slip into her clothes.
Michael fought her taunting. She'd bent forward, away from him, giving him a wonderful view of her ivory thighs, a mole dotting the crease of her leg. She lingered slowly slipping each leg into her panties then pulling them up over her rear cheeks, sliding her hips until the cloth felt comfortable.
Michael reached out to pull her into bed, but she swatted his hand and admonished, "NO, NO, NO! Knight! Get out of that bed! I want to eat soon!" She continued to dress.
He laughed, "But you just got rid of last night's dinner!"
"Which is why I'm famished! And there's strawberry shortcake in the fridge just calling my name!" She pouted, "Now let's go! Or I'm going to forget the jog and go for the cake!" She'd been putting on socks and running shoes. She finished the laces, her foot raised up to the mattress, her balance precarious.
Michael took advantage. He caught her leg, grabbed her hand and flipped her to her back, pinning her beneath him. He remarked, "And I'm hungry for you! And I'm in charge here!" He claimed her mouth, his hand going up her t-shirt.
Selena responded breathlessly, amused by his insistence but wanting to drive him crazy, wanting to wait. She stopped his hand before it pushed her bra out of his way. She began bending his thumb back until she felt him rise up to pull away. She rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She got into his face and ordered, "Get up! Boss Man! Get Dressed and met me outside in three minutes or else!"
Her hand pinched his nipple to make her point. She grinned, "If I don't get to eat soon, I will get cranky!" She rolled her body down his, pressing into him, enjoying the tease she'd become. She raked her nails over his stomach, clenching his maleness, warning, "If I get cranky, Boss, there will be no more of this for you!" She slid down, licking him, playing him, promising, "And none of this either!" She engulfed him purposely driving him close to climax. Then she jumped off him, off her bed and seductively walked to the door. She warned, "SO! Boss! If you want to find my door unlocked tonight to continue where we left off; Then I suggest…" she put her hands to her hips, "you get your ass out of that bed and be ready to run in 2 minutes." She marched away.
Michael was lost in the sensations of his body. He watched her leave in disbelief. She'd purposely aroused him then threatened to cut him off! It was a challenge! He decided it was time he showed her who was boss! He threw his legs over the side of the bed only to find her back at the open door, hands on her hips, foot tapping impatiently. She snapped, "Speed it up, Knight! Come ON!" She tossed him the clothes she'd gotten for him from his room. In disgust at his slowness, she tisked, "Guess I'll be sleeping a lone tonight." She threw him a look of challenge and teasing before slamming the door and running down the stairs. She heard him threatening revenge.
Minutes later, the couple began their morning jog, laughing and enjoying the bright sunshine. The day promised to be a nice one. Michael led her on a different path for their jog. It went deeper into the woods, further away from the roads and off the main paths. They had been jogging for over an hour, when Michael announced he needed a break. He stopped at a nearby tree and waited, watching Selena take her break. She had bent over, trying to bring her breathing back to normal, then stretching the kinks out of her muscles.
As she rose up Michael took advantage. He ran up behind, imprisoned her hands behind her back within in one of his large paws, the other encircling her waist, cupping her breast. His voice was harsh, thick with desire, "I warned you it was dangerous to parade your beautiful body in front of me and tease me!" His mouth descended to her neck, sending shivers of pleasure vibrating to her toes.
Selena leaned back, her eyes fluttering, but she tried to shake him off; "Michael, not here. Wait until we get back."
Laughing at his effect on her, Michael refused, "I'm hungry now, My Moonlight Angel! The boss man wants to be fed!" His hand was stroking her breast, his breath tickling her ear.
Though she was completely aroused by this demanding side of Michael, she was not about to be ordered to spread her legs with just a snap of his fingers, not yet anyway. She wanted him begging at her feet. She had planned to make his seduction of her slow and frustrating. Letting him taste then deny; she wanted to see how much he could handle, just how far she could push him before he just threw her against something and took her. She wanted to taste his desire, his passion for her.
Her memory brought her to their first jog when he mocked an attack on her. He was testing her then, she suddenly realized he might be doing the same with the end result he wins no matter what. "Hmmm…" she breathed; a wicked gleam in her eye.
Selena arched her neck, enjoying his kisses and giving him better access. She pushed her hips backwards, sliding up into him, feeling him hard against her. She was so aroused, not wanting to end it but knowing her lover had a lesson to learn. She felt him hot against her back, their sweat mingling, their clothes now sticking to their skin and to each other. The sounds of the woods became music to their dance.
Michael let go of her hands, and she immediately felt behind her, first his cheeks, then his mouth taking in her fingers, suckling them, tickling them. He heard her purr. He prepared her for his invasion, his hands going to the elastic waist of her shorts. Her hand stopped him. She'd reached down and behind, feeling for him, laughing at its dance to meet her hand.
Michael growled in her ear at the sound. It was the same teasing laugh she'd had before jumping off the bed that morning. Before he could contemplate the implications of that, he felt her foot dig into his ankle. He tried to prevent her from escaping the circle of his arms, but found himself being flipped to his back in the dirt. She had perfectly executed one of the Karate moves he taught her. Her face smiled above him. She taunted, "You'll have to do better than that, Knight." She disappeared.
Michael was back on his feet in an instant. His eyes darted down the path a head and behind trying to find any sign of her. Then he heard, "Giving up that easy, Knight? Not gonna catch me that way!" and she giggled. She was several yards a head, waiting behind a tree. When he got close enough, she ran away, looking for another hiding place.
Michael listened for her breathing, her footfalls, the rustling of the leaves. He breathed in the air hoping to catch the scent of her shower gel or shampoo. He began to follow her tail, realizing that she was heading back to the bungalow. Her shoe prints dotted the earth by trees, inside thick overgrowth of plants and weeds. She was getting better at hiding her tracks.
The ground got more familiar the closer he got to home. Out of nowhere, Selena charged up behind him and put her knuckle into his back. She ordered, "Assume the position, Knight!" She pushed his legs apart with her feet, making him clasp his fingers together behind his head. Her hands, slowly, methodically, sensually frisked him. She purred in his ear, licking the lobes, taunting, "You belong to me, Knight! I've captured you!"
He grinned, "I give! I'm yours, sweet Angel."
She giggled and circled him, her eyes caressing every inch of his body. Finally she went to him and pulled his arms around her. Her kiss ignited more than lust. She wanted to feel his lips all over her; she wanted to worship his skin with every part of her being.
Michael dropped to his knees, his lips connecting on her neck, then over her shirt. His hands were lifting the shirt giving his mouth access to her bare skin. She was laughing, his attentions finding the places she was most sensitive in. She was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting more. When she thought she could take no more, she found herself lifted from the ground into Michael's strong secure embrace. He braced her back against a nearby tree, arranging their clothing to allow them skin-to-skin, body-to-body contact. He then possessed her mouth, feeling her passion meeting his in a fevered frenzy. He entered her with a force he'd not displayed before. Selena relished his lust, matching it with her teeth on his shoulders, her nails digging into his backside to keep herself from slipping off.
She was almost to the point of going over and knew he was too. She breathed off the edge of her passion and said, "I want to eat, Michael. Now…I'm hungry." She unclenched her thighs from his hips making it very difficult for him to stay inside her.
Michael had been so close to releasing his passions. He wanted to finish, but her pleas for food, her pleading eyes reminded him that neither had eaten yet and his moonlight angel was probably hungrier than he due to her visit to the bathroom that morning.
He promised to make her pay for her denying him a third time that day. Setting her down, he held her hand while they strolled back to the bungalow. He made sure to keep her aroused as they progressed, stroking her cheek, tickling the side of her breasts. When they reached the bungalow, Michael led Selena through its doors, faced her to the stairs and ordered, "Go shower. And if you put anything other than your robe on your body when you come back down, expect me to rip if off and feed it to the fire! Got It!"
Selena blushed and batted her eyes, "Does that mean you want to keep me unclothed all day?"
Michael laughed, "Exactly! Unclothed and completely made love to in every way I can think of!" He pulled her against him in a rough promise filled kiss; "Do I make myself clear?"
Unable to breath, Selena nodded. She adored the idea. It would be something to burn in her memory forever. She nodded and with a smart stinging swat to her rump ran up to the shower.
Michael hurried into the dining area and cleared away the flowered centerpiece and the candles from the top of table. He almost ripped off the tablecloth too but decided it was necessary. He decided to treat Selena to a different kind of breakfast.
He heard the shower turn off and the door to Selena's room close. He hurried up the stairs to take advantage of getting clean too. Upon his return, he found Selena dressed exactly as he requested; her bare feet and her cotton robe which was tied together with its thick belt. Her hair lay loose around her shoulders; wavy from the braid it had been in during their jog. She was cleaning strawberries, adding more to the ones she'd prepared the night before. He laughed. She wasn't kidding when she said she needed to have strawberries. They were served with every meal she made usually with an abundance of chocolate syrup and whipped cream. He commented, "Strawberry shortcake –again?"
Guiltily Selena nodded then smiled, "I told you!" She appraised his manner of dress, his thick blue bathrobe covering his form. She offered up a cleaned berry. Michael pounced on it, taking her fingers into his teeth too, licking the tips, sucking on the sides. Selena dropped her knife and cupped his cheek, her lips meeting the spot her hand touched. Her eyes were ablaze with her desire.
Michael released her fingers and brought a berry to her lips. She stared at him, daring, teasing, then slowly took it into her lips, licking the juice swallowing as soon as she felt a little in her throat.
They took turns for the next several minutes their eyes never leaving the other. Some of the attempts eliciting laughter, some igniting passionate kisses, all bringing out their creativity as each tried to out-seduce the other.
Selena added to the game. She pulled Michael against her opening his robe a bit to nibble on his neck. Michael lifted her to sit on the center island's cutting board surrounded by bits of strawberries and their caps.
Selena reached behind her and shook the can of whipped cream. She remarked mock frustration in her voice, "I knew I forgot something." Her laughing eyes darted up to his. She pointed the nozzle at him and sprayed his chest, his chin, little bits going to his nose, his eye lids, cheeks. Bits covered her. She'd kept him from escaping, her legs wrapped firmly around his. Her feet anchored to his knees. He was cackling, the cold cream tickling him. His laughter turned to begging her to stop. Selena began to clean him off using her lips and tongue as a washcloth. She started with his eyelids, moving to his cheeks, lightly caressing, tickling. She moved to his lips, her tongue darting inside, pushing the sweet foam onto his tongue, feeling him sucking back on hers. She moved down his neck, enjoying the way he swayed against her, using his hands clenched to the counter behind her to keep himself standing upright, his legs locked into position.
Selena continued down his neck leaving her mark, dark and reddish brown behind when she moved to the next spot. She became caught up in the purpose, laboring to make her lover clean, to taste every inch of him, making him more then aware of every spot she lingered at.
When she finished Michael fed her more berries and a little cake. He imagined her mouth licking and suckling elsewhere as her lips closed over his finger. When she finished, he asked, "Had enough?"
She nodded, quite satisfied. He ground out, "Good, MY turn!" and opened her robe. Selena's eyes were treated to his wonderfully sensual naked form ready to take her at any moment. Michael pulled her onto him, locking her legs around his waist and clamping her body against his. He drove up into her until her eyes fell to a sultry daze, her hands digging into the cloth of his robe. He picked her up from the counter, keeping her rocking against him as he walked, Selena carrying the bowl of strawberries and bottle of whipped cream as he took them to the dining room table.
Selena had become almost incoherent, her body alive with tension. Her need to orgasm rose a degree higher with each step. She felt him push into her and then almost withdraw as he carried her. She heard the small crash of metal before finding herself gently slammed to her back on top the table. Michael's hands found her secret self bringing her sensations that fueled her body with tension until she was grinding against him, her arms reaching up and behind to hold onto the table.
Michael slowed their pace down, withdrawing until she looked up at him, begging for more. He chuckled, "Not yet, Moonlight, Now I'm hungry." He reached for a handful of strawberries and dropped them one by one over her skin. He covered her neck, her breast, her stomach -- everywhere.
Selena jumped as each iced berry touched her skin only to impale herself further against Michael. He felt her inner muscles creating a delicious sensation from her vibrating laughter. To keep from going over, Michael pulled away. He sprayed the berries with whipped cream, his enjoyment of watching her squirm evident. Slowly Michael circled the table, surveying his artwork. Reaching her face, he sat in the chair behind her and inquired, "Comfortable!"
Selena was beyond aroused with frustration. Her body was sticky and cold, becoming prickly in places, but she was still on the edge. Michael didn't wait for her to answer, silencing her with his kisses. He fed her a strawberry from his teeth, French kissing it into her mouth. She swallowed; he pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat and swallowed too, creating a tight suction. Selena squirmed, her voice a low intensified moan of satisfaction and protest. She tried to pull away, her back arching. Michael's strong hand pushed her down and he warned, "Stay still or I will stop!"
One by one the berries and cream disappeared from her skin into Michael's stomach. He crawled over the top of her down until she was completely cleaned. As he hovered over her, Selena too eagerly reached up to add to his pleasure. When the last of the berries was gone, Michael opened her thighs and began to return the pleasure she was giving him. He enjoyed her sighs of frenzied lust, felt her vocalizations against his body. He knew she was caught and she loved it. They were now moving with each other, reacting to the sensations each was giving the other.
The couple continued teasing, loving the other until reality became lost, Michael unable to resist what his lover was doing to his body. She drained him until he had only the strength to push himself from her, lying beside her on the table. When he finally opened his eyes, she was curled up in a sitting position on top the table next to him. She leaned against him, one arm across his chest, the other wiping the remnant of strawberries and cream from his face. She was grinning like a little girl pleased in herself for doing something good. Her eyes were wickedly innocent and her voice laughing, "Did you like breakfast, Michael? Have enough to eat."
Michael growled at her, pulling her to his mouth to make love to her lips. He imprisoned her face in his hands, his fingers enclosing behind her ears to the back of her neck. He ached to speak, wanted to tell her that he loved her, but all that came out was, "You are such a Brat!"
She giggled, "A messy brat! Look at this." Her eyes glanced around their chaos.
Michael agreed, "I think we could use another shower."
In the next few minutes the couple hurried to clean up the table, Selena taking the tablecloth, her robe, Michael's robe to the laundry area on the enclosed deck. Michael took care of getting rid of all the strawberry parts, putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and storing the leftovers in the refrigerator. After wiping down the cabinets and counter top where they played, he gathered up the dirty washcloths and dishtowels to take them out to Selena. On the deck, he found the washer already running. It has almost filled with water for the first cycle. Selena was nowhere in sight. Throwing his load into the soapy washer, Michael called, "Moonlight?"
She giggled, loving the sound of her nickname, "I'm over here, Michael."
He followed the sound of her voice to find her bending over the side of the Jacuzzi. She was pouring a light sparkling crystal liquid into the steaming water. The deck was soon filled with wild jasmine flowers. The tub over flowed with foam and bubbles. She turned and held out her hand in invitation. Michael crossed the room in a flash.
Selena took his hand and pulled him into the water with her. Her eyes were soft, her manner very relaxed. Michael saw her try to hide a yawn. He took over, sitting her against him against the side of the large tub. He began to gently massage her shoulders, scratching her head and neck. He found a large plastic pitcher sitting on the side, filled it with the soapy water, and poured it over her head. He washed and rinsed her hair, careful to keep the suds away from her face.
Selena faced him. She repeated the task on him. Wetting down his hair, pouring a bit of shampoo in her hand, soaking his scalp in the spicy scented liquid. She swirled her fingers over his temples, kissed his forehead, and then slowly dumped a pitcher of clean water down his scalp. She was careful to hold his head back so that the water fell to a drain on the outside of the tub. She grabbed a thick sponge and used it and her kisses to clean away the sticky jelly made from the strawberries and cream. Her movements were slow and reverent. Her touch was tender and loving. Their eyes kept constant contact, the need for verbal communication unnecessary.
Selena reached under the water, but Michael brought her hands to his lips, taking the sponge from her. He could tell she was fighting her desire for him against her need to sleep. He offered, "Let me pamper you, My Moonlight Angel." He was pleased to see her become shy with him, a light blush from her cheeks to her breasts. Her eyes averted his.
He turned her to face away from, positioning her to use the tub's cushioned side for a pillow. She held her chin in her hands while Michael began again to massage her back and neck. He gently pressed her against the tub with his own body enjoying her soft skin. He kissed her neck before gliding his fingertips in a free pattern down her shoulders to her back and then her hips. He kept up his healing caresses until he watched her eyes flutter.
Michael sat back against the tub and pulled her lay against him. He began to use the sponge on her fingers, her arms, her neck. He moved to the other side and repeated the process. He was about to move to her belly, but her arm fell limply back onto the water. He searched her face, finding her eyes closed, a small smile relaxing her lips, and her breathing very slow. Michael smiled. She was asleep. He lay back into the water, just holding his moonlight angel. Soon he too entered a dream world of peace, relaxing in the intoxicating fragrances in the water and air.