Thank you to my reviewers, I understand that that last chapter was very
unlike my first one, and may have been odd to read at first. I hope that
this new chapter seems to flow more, and keep in mind that that last one
was merely a flashback for the purpose of Selene's point of view. Again,
the more reviews I get, the more and better I write, so if you like it
please review.
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There was a certain wanting that Selene still felt a wanting that was a nearly unforgivable human trait. It was the shameful wanting of what another has, of what you've never really needed, and yet they have it, so you must.
It had never struck Selene as it did now, as she sat perched at her bedroom window, barely daring herself to peek out into the shadowed streets, and let her eyes wander around, searching for Michael's strut form.
Her back was stiff, her muscles tensed. It had only been last night, when she had spilled her news to Michael, the news about her pregnancy, or perhaps more politically correct, their pregnancy.
His reaction wasn't what she had expected, and yet it wasn't a shock to her. She had held no expectations to how he would react, and she had left nothing to doubt.
Nothing. She saw nothing, felt nothing. The streets were bare and empty, the phone hadn't rung, and his voice hadn't been on the other end, telling her that he would be late. She could feel her heart rate quicken subtly, and felt a small stab of annoyance towards herself, for missing him this much, for needing him this much.
She shut her eyes for a moment, and considered comforting herself with the ill reasoning that now that his child was slowly growing in her womb, she did need him, and that she did in fact miss him.
Her acute hearing failed to pick up his cat like footsteps as he strutted easily down the hall, and she didn't open her eyes soon enough to see his gentle face leaning towards hers.
He smiled to himself, viewing her at such a rare vulnerable state. Last night, after she had confessed her new state to him, he had merely kissed her closed eyelids for a minute, before stroking his hands threw her hair and curling them together, never speaking a word. He wasn't sure if that had been what she needed, or what she wanted. He had never had such news delivered to him before, and had never been told what was the proper way to react to such a thing. So he merely did what he thought was wise to do, make her feel safe, make her feel accepted, and most of all, make her feel loved.
The almost feminine sound of his footsteps were a rare sound that Selene's acute hearing failed to pick up, but none the less they did. He crept through the dark room towards her, and gently looped his arms around her slender form. He felt her jump a bit, and smiled as he felt her body relax, as she seemed to melt into him.
Gently pressing them both down against the bare wooden floor, her pressed down beneath his chest and her body laying flat on the ground, they beamed back and forth at each other, comforted by the steady beating of each other's heart beats.
Gently pressing his lips against the smooth skin of her forehead, Michael smiled easily down at her and lightly dragged his fingertips against her sides. He could still sense her anxiousness that had not yet faded from last night, and it worried him a bit that she felt so apprehensive about it, about having the child that their love had made together.
As they rolled over together, her still clutched in his arms, his thoughts wormed in deeper about this and he found himself growing more and more worried about it.
They had made their child from love, hadn't they? He knew that he loved her, he knew that he loved every bit of her. He thought, no knew, that she must of loved him in return to do those intimate things with him, to allow him to enter into her body, to become joined with her.
Nuzzling his nose lightly into her cheek, he stared into her skin with half shut eyes and sighed softly, gripping her tighter. He needed for her to feel loved, for her to feel needed and wanted and appreciated, and anything else that she desired. He couldn't have her feel pain; he couldn't have her second guess herself or her purpose. He couldn't have this child, their child, born into second guesses and a crooked understandment of emotions. He needed this to be perfect, for the fairy tales that his mother used to read to him and his sister before bed time to be real, to be true, even if it was just for them, in their own corner of the world.
Feeling the beating of her heart slowly steadying, Michael tenderly kissed the skin just below the curve of her neck, and pressed his face into her collar bone, not wanting to disturb her and yet not wanting her to sleep. Going another instant without letting her know how much he loved her suddenly seemed to be the most unbearable act in the world.
Lightly scooping her suddenly delicate seeming form into his arms, he walked the few short feet towards their bed and gently placed her beneath the pre-advanced turned down covers, and watched as she laid there, in a transparent state of sleep. Crawling into bed beside her, he pressed his face against her chest, and felt the steady rise and fall of her perfectly formed breasts beneath his head and felt the steady beating of her heart come into rhythm with his own.
Taking one of her hands into his, he sighed and gently ran his fingers up and down the length of her arm. There was so damn much that he wanted to say to her, so much that he wanted her to believe, so much that he god damned needed her to believe. And there was just so much that he just couldn't seem to say.
Leaning his head back against the pillow, he sighed one final time and shut his eyes. Pressing her back against his chest, he resided to gently whispering "I love you angel" into her ear, before slipping off into an empty sleep.
Sniffling her noise lightly, Selene blinked open her chocolate brown eyes and whispered out something barely audible, something that both herself and Michael would forever keep embedded in their minds. "I love you too Michael.."
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Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
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There, there you have it. This chapter was a bit of trouble for me to write it had a lot of other revisions made. I really really hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and keep in mind that the lyrics, which still belong to the song "I miss you" by Blink 182, are not meant to be taken totally literally towards the story, but they're meant to help the feel and some of the characters emotional states, but please don't write a long flame comparing each line of it to the story. As always, the more you review the more and better my writing will get, so if you like it and want to see more, review. If eventually my reviews stop or they're not good or not enough, the story will be taken down.
RoyalTearDrop
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There was a certain wanting that Selene still felt a wanting that was a nearly unforgivable human trait. It was the shameful wanting of what another has, of what you've never really needed, and yet they have it, so you must.
It had never struck Selene as it did now, as she sat perched at her bedroom window, barely daring herself to peek out into the shadowed streets, and let her eyes wander around, searching for Michael's strut form.
Her back was stiff, her muscles tensed. It had only been last night, when she had spilled her news to Michael, the news about her pregnancy, or perhaps more politically correct, their pregnancy.
His reaction wasn't what she had expected, and yet it wasn't a shock to her. She had held no expectations to how he would react, and she had left nothing to doubt.
Nothing. She saw nothing, felt nothing. The streets were bare and empty, the phone hadn't rung, and his voice hadn't been on the other end, telling her that he would be late. She could feel her heart rate quicken subtly, and felt a small stab of annoyance towards herself, for missing him this much, for needing him this much.
She shut her eyes for a moment, and considered comforting herself with the ill reasoning that now that his child was slowly growing in her womb, she did need him, and that she did in fact miss him.
Her acute hearing failed to pick up his cat like footsteps as he strutted easily down the hall, and she didn't open her eyes soon enough to see his gentle face leaning towards hers.
He smiled to himself, viewing her at such a rare vulnerable state. Last night, after she had confessed her new state to him, he had merely kissed her closed eyelids for a minute, before stroking his hands threw her hair and curling them together, never speaking a word. He wasn't sure if that had been what she needed, or what she wanted. He had never had such news delivered to him before, and had never been told what was the proper way to react to such a thing. So he merely did what he thought was wise to do, make her feel safe, make her feel accepted, and most of all, make her feel loved.
The almost feminine sound of his footsteps were a rare sound that Selene's acute hearing failed to pick up, but none the less they did. He crept through the dark room towards her, and gently looped his arms around her slender form. He felt her jump a bit, and smiled as he felt her body relax, as she seemed to melt into him.
Gently pressing them both down against the bare wooden floor, her pressed down beneath his chest and her body laying flat on the ground, they beamed back and forth at each other, comforted by the steady beating of each other's heart beats.
Gently pressing his lips against the smooth skin of her forehead, Michael smiled easily down at her and lightly dragged his fingertips against her sides. He could still sense her anxiousness that had not yet faded from last night, and it worried him a bit that she felt so apprehensive about it, about having the child that their love had made together.
As they rolled over together, her still clutched in his arms, his thoughts wormed in deeper about this and he found himself growing more and more worried about it.
They had made their child from love, hadn't they? He knew that he loved her, he knew that he loved every bit of her. He thought, no knew, that she must of loved him in return to do those intimate things with him, to allow him to enter into her body, to become joined with her.
Nuzzling his nose lightly into her cheek, he stared into her skin with half shut eyes and sighed softly, gripping her tighter. He needed for her to feel loved, for her to feel needed and wanted and appreciated, and anything else that she desired. He couldn't have her feel pain; he couldn't have her second guess herself or her purpose. He couldn't have this child, their child, born into second guesses and a crooked understandment of emotions. He needed this to be perfect, for the fairy tales that his mother used to read to him and his sister before bed time to be real, to be true, even if it was just for them, in their own corner of the world.
Feeling the beating of her heart slowly steadying, Michael tenderly kissed the skin just below the curve of her neck, and pressed his face into her collar bone, not wanting to disturb her and yet not wanting her to sleep. Going another instant without letting her know how much he loved her suddenly seemed to be the most unbearable act in the world.
Lightly scooping her suddenly delicate seeming form into his arms, he walked the few short feet towards their bed and gently placed her beneath the pre-advanced turned down covers, and watched as she laid there, in a transparent state of sleep. Crawling into bed beside her, he pressed his face against her chest, and felt the steady rise and fall of her perfectly formed breasts beneath his head and felt the steady beating of her heart come into rhythm with his own.
Taking one of her hands into his, he sighed and gently ran his fingers up and down the length of her arm. There was so damn much that he wanted to say to her, so much that he wanted her to believe, so much that he god damned needed her to believe. And there was just so much that he just couldn't seem to say.
Leaning his head back against the pillow, he sighed one final time and shut his eyes. Pressing her back against his chest, he resided to gently whispering "I love you angel" into her ear, before slipping off into an empty sleep.
Sniffling her noise lightly, Selene blinked open her chocolate brown eyes and whispered out something barely audible, something that both herself and Michael would forever keep embedded in their minds. "I love you too Michael.."
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Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
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There, there you have it. This chapter was a bit of trouble for me to write it had a lot of other revisions made. I really really hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and keep in mind that the lyrics, which still belong to the song "I miss you" by Blink 182, are not meant to be taken totally literally towards the story, but they're meant to help the feel and some of the characters emotional states, but please don't write a long flame comparing each line of it to the story. As always, the more you review the more and better my writing will get, so if you like it and want to see more, review. If eventually my reviews stop or they're not good or not enough, the story will be taken down.
RoyalTearDrop