This story was written along with the lyrics from the song "I miss you" by
Blink 182. It's a Selene& Michael story, and I very much appreciate
reviews. The more reviews I get, the more and better I write, I'll promise
you that. So please, please, review.
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Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
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Standing alone by the partially opened French windows, Selene parted the heavy black velvet curtain with one hand, and let her eyes travel over the beautiful night, the still blackness of the sky, each individual beauty of the stars that were speckled through out it. She barely held the curtain with an inch of her fingertips, before turning her head away, and letting it slip back into it's place.
The room was dark, shadows of various pieces of Victorian furniture decorated the solid wood floor, and Selene stood there silently, her eyes studying the shadow that was coming towards her, the figure of a man that was quickly closing the distance between them to only a delicate few short feet.
She breathed out his name softly, unable to stop a light smile from decorating her ivory skin clad face. "Michael."
He smiled down at her, and she could make out the fine lines in his face, the tender crinkles of skin folding along side his eyes, and he placed his hands gently on her hips, now barely inches from her.
"What are you doing up so late baby?" His words were little whispers; he breathed them into her ear, his soft pink lips barely grazing her cheek.
"I couldn't sleep," she said honestly, her eyes flickering up and down through the room, leaning her weight against him a bit more than she normally would of liked to.
He gently kissed her cheek and then looked into her eyes, so tired and worn down they were, but even in the dingy shadows he could make out their sparkle, their beauty barely beginning to show from the melting wall of ice that had concealed them for so long. "Come on baby, come back to bed, you need to rest." He said this with a smile, and gently took hold of her slender hand, tenderly moving the pads of his fingertips across the soft skin of the palm of her hand.
She allowed him to lead her back to their bed, and he turned down the silky covers so she could crawl into bed beside him, and when she did and shut her eyes, her hands gripping the top of the blankets, he could see an apprehension about her, a certain uneasiness that hung about her aurora.
Curling beside her, Michael touched their foreheads together, and gently kissed her nose, slipping down further in the bed, so their lips met. "What's wrong baby, tell me, I know when something's bothering you," he again whispered in her ear, and she bit down on her bottom lip a bit, not knowing how to tell him.
She breathed out softly a few times, pressing her face lightly against his neck, and he shivered a bit at feeling the batting of her thick, dark eyelashes against his skin. He again took her hand into his, and their fingers interlocked, palms flat against each other.
"Michael," she whispered out, her lips skimming against his skin, the dampness from her cool mouth dotting across his neck, making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, and causing him to shift position discreetly. "There's something.. Something that you have to know."
He cleared his throat before he began to open his mouth again, and gave her hand an extra squeeze before saying, "What is it baby, just tell me."
She shut her eyes for a minute, and he could feel the crinkles in the skin in her forehead against his neck, and his mind spun trying to figure out what could possibly be bothering her this much, causing her this much discomfort.
After a few moments of a steady silence, she breathed in deeply and rose her face up to his ear, and she whispered softly, "Michael, I'm pregnant."
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Alright, as I said before, if I get enough reviews I will add to this. If I do add to this, this will be considered the prolouge to the story. The next chapter will most likely hold amongst other things a flashback to the night the baby was conceived so yes the rating would go up. I really appreciate any comments or suggestions on this story, and if this has been done before, I apologize. Thank you for reading and please review.
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RoyalTearDrop
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Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
_______________________________________________
Standing alone by the partially opened French windows, Selene parted the heavy black velvet curtain with one hand, and let her eyes travel over the beautiful night, the still blackness of the sky, each individual beauty of the stars that were speckled through out it. She barely held the curtain with an inch of her fingertips, before turning her head away, and letting it slip back into it's place.
The room was dark, shadows of various pieces of Victorian furniture decorated the solid wood floor, and Selene stood there silently, her eyes studying the shadow that was coming towards her, the figure of a man that was quickly closing the distance between them to only a delicate few short feet.
She breathed out his name softly, unable to stop a light smile from decorating her ivory skin clad face. "Michael."
He smiled down at her, and she could make out the fine lines in his face, the tender crinkles of skin folding along side his eyes, and he placed his hands gently on her hips, now barely inches from her.
"What are you doing up so late baby?" His words were little whispers; he breathed them into her ear, his soft pink lips barely grazing her cheek.
"I couldn't sleep," she said honestly, her eyes flickering up and down through the room, leaning her weight against him a bit more than she normally would of liked to.
He gently kissed her cheek and then looked into her eyes, so tired and worn down they were, but even in the dingy shadows he could make out their sparkle, their beauty barely beginning to show from the melting wall of ice that had concealed them for so long. "Come on baby, come back to bed, you need to rest." He said this with a smile, and gently took hold of her slender hand, tenderly moving the pads of his fingertips across the soft skin of the palm of her hand.
She allowed him to lead her back to their bed, and he turned down the silky covers so she could crawl into bed beside him, and when she did and shut her eyes, her hands gripping the top of the blankets, he could see an apprehension about her, a certain uneasiness that hung about her aurora.
Curling beside her, Michael touched their foreheads together, and gently kissed her nose, slipping down further in the bed, so their lips met. "What's wrong baby, tell me, I know when something's bothering you," he again whispered in her ear, and she bit down on her bottom lip a bit, not knowing how to tell him.
She breathed out softly a few times, pressing her face lightly against his neck, and he shivered a bit at feeling the batting of her thick, dark eyelashes against his skin. He again took her hand into his, and their fingers interlocked, palms flat against each other.
"Michael," she whispered out, her lips skimming against his skin, the dampness from her cool mouth dotting across his neck, making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, and causing him to shift position discreetly. "There's something.. Something that you have to know."
He cleared his throat before he began to open his mouth again, and gave her hand an extra squeeze before saying, "What is it baby, just tell me."
She shut her eyes for a minute, and he could feel the crinkles in the skin in her forehead against his neck, and his mind spun trying to figure out what could possibly be bothering her this much, causing her this much discomfort.
After a few moments of a steady silence, she breathed in deeply and rose her face up to his ear, and she whispered softly, "Michael, I'm pregnant."
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Alright, as I said before, if I get enough reviews I will add to this. If I do add to this, this will be considered the prolouge to the story. The next chapter will most likely hold amongst other things a flashback to the night the baby was conceived so yes the rating would go up. I really appreciate any comments or suggestions on this story, and if this has been done before, I apologize. Thank you for reading and please review.
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RoyalTearDrop