November 15th, 2003

Michael squeezed Neela's hand as they walked down the street. Things were going wonderfully with he two of them. They saw each other every single day, Of course most of that was at work. They still counted it. Today they both had a day off so they were going to go ice-skating.

"This is great, Michael." Neela smiled, "Although it's a tad cold out." They both sat on the bench by the frozen pond.

"I can get you some hot chocolate if you want." Michael said. Neela shook her head.

"Can't. I'm fasting. Remember, Silly?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. I forgot." Michael smiled.

"Speaking of fasting," Neela said lacing up her ice-skates. "The last day of Ramadan is this huge deal. Big feast. All you can eat. It's held at my mosque."

"Sounds fun." Michael said.

"Oh it's great." She stood up on her skates; "It's on the 25th. You're welcome to come with me. The service is only an hour long."

"I'd love to go. Free food is something I'd never pass up." Michael chuckled as he took her hand, "Ready?"

"Yeah." Neela held onto his hand tightly as they stepped onto the ice.

"Don't fall." Michael said.

"I won't." Neela glided across the ice. She turned and looked at him, "Slow poke."

"I just don't care to break my ankle." He said. Neela took his handle

"I'm a med student. I know how to set an ankle." She giggled.

"Thanks." Michael said as she skated with her, "Are you opposed to doing Christmas stuff?"

"Nope." Neela smiled, "I like it. Just don't tell my parents."

"I won't." He said, "The reason I ask is every Sunday we all go over my parent's house to eat. You know my siblings and their kids."

"Are you asking me to meet your parents?" Neela asked.

"If you'd like..." Michael said to her. Neela nodded.

"Soon, okay?" She asked him. Michael smiled softly.

"I don't want to rush you." He said.

"You're not." Neela laughed, "Shut up and let's skate."

"All right." He snickered as he watched Neela skate off, "Hey!" He skated after her. Her laughter rang out. This woman was so much fun and he was falling in love with her.

November 25th, 2003

It was very strange for Michael to be in a mosque. There was a first time for everything he supposed. He had never experienced anything to do with the Muslim religion or culture, other than what he saw on TV and from what his oldest brother told him. Watching Neela worship and speak a different language made Michael love her even more.

The feast afterwards was utterly amazing. Michael had never seen so much food. He ate about four plates full. Neela wasn't too far behind him.

Everyone there had welcomed Michael with open arms, which surprised him. Some of the women there told him how wonderful Neela was, but of course, he already knew. A couple of old women pinched his cheeks.

"They really liked you." Neela said as she unlocked her apartment door.

"Well, good, I really enjoyed myself." Michaels aid as he took his jacket off, "Are your parents anything like that?" Neela laughed loudly.

"God no! They're utterly horrible and they're going to hate you." Neela said. Michael frowned.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because you're not Indian." Neela said as she put some leftovers into the fridge, "They will freak out, but I don't really care."

"My dad and oldest brother will probably have the most problems with you too." Michael said.

"They're the ones that were in Iraq in February, right?" Neela asked. Michael nodded, "Well, I'll just charm them."

"And that'll be easy." Michael smiled, extending his hand, "Come here." Neela took his hand and pulled her close, "I don't care what other people think, Neela. I'm in love with you and you make me so happy."

"You...You love me?" Neela whispered. Michael took in a deep breath.

"Yes, I love you." He said.

"That's a powerful phrase." Neela said.

"And I mean every word of it." Michael put her hand on his chest, "This beats for you." Neela burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're full of cheese!!" She laughed.

"But you love it." Michael pointed out. Neela nodded.

"I do. Why don't you put on some music and let me into something that I bought this morning." Neela said as she walked down the hallway.

"All right." He went to her stereo. She had a nice array of music, but what was perfect? "Barry White...Too much." He flipped through and found a Dave Koz CD, "Perfect. Can I light some of these candles?"

"Knock yourself out." Neela called out. Michael pressed play and grabbed the matches.

"Okay." Michael lit the candle that sat on the table. The saxophone music filled the room.

"Don't laugh at me." Neela stepped out into the living room. Michael turned around.

"Oh...God..." his eyes widened as he drank in the figure in front of him. Neela stood there in a red silky nighty. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It cut down low showing most of her breasts. The material clung to her curves. The nighty stopped at mid-thigh.

"Is it too much?" Neela asked. Michael shook his head.

"It's perfect." He croaked.

"I thought you might like it." Neela smiled.

"I love it." He said. Neela took a few steps towards him.

"I wanted tonight to be special." Neela took his hand, "Good music choice."

"I thought it'd be fitting." Michael said feeling the material against his skin.

"You told me that you loved me." Neela said.

"I do." Michael said as he stared at her.

"Well, I love you as well." Neela said, "And it's scary. I've never loved anyone before."

"Me neither." Michael said, "but I promise to do right by you, Neela. I'm going to make you happy."

"You already do make me happy." Neela put her hand on his chest, "Kiss me."

"My pleasure." Michael caressed her cheek. He pressed his lips to hers. She seemed to melt into him. The kiss was different than anything they had experienced before. Something new was passing through them.

Neela pressed her body into Michael. Her tongue danced with his. Tonight was the night. They both knew it.

Neela's hands slid down to Michael's waist. She tugged his shirt out from his pants. Michael stared into her eyes. Love and lust filled them. He took his shirt and pulled it over his head. Michael tossed it to the floor. Neela snickered.

"Beautiful." She said touching his chest. Michael drew in a sharp breath.

"I love you." Michael kissed her neck. Neela's body shivered as she wrapped her arms around him. Michael carefully swept Neela into his arms She laughed holding onto him tightly.

"It's down the hall, second door on the right." She said.

"Good." Michael walked down the hallway. Neela kissed his eat on the way to her bedroom. Michael could barely control himself as he put Neela down.

"Will you help me with this?" Neela asked. Michael nodded as he gathered the silky material in his hands.

"Yes." He whispered. God, why were his hands shaking so badly? Michael pulled her nigh gown off of her. He stared at the gorgeous creature before him. Her slender waist, long legs, and perfect breasts.

"Do you like what you see?" Neela asked.

"Very much so." he said as she climbed onto the bed. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Michael undid his belt. Neela was smiling as she watched him expose himself. Michael crawled into bed with her. Neela pressed her naked body against his.

"I'm so in love with you, Michael." She whispered as Michael's hands caressed her smooth cures, "Make love to me."

"Are you sure, Neela?" He asked. He wanted to be sure that this was what she wanted. He sure as hell wanted it.

"Very sure." Neela said wrapping her arms around his neck. Michael began to kiss her. Their bodies soon melted together to form one. They were made for each other. They both now knew that. They were meant, destined to be together for this night and every other night for the rest of their lives.

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