Butterflies fluttered in Sara's stomach as she brushed her fine features with a fine layer of skin coloured dust. She didn't wear makeup very often but tonight was a special occasion and she wanted to look her best for Michael. He had told her on countless occasions how beautiful she was but there was always a niggling feeling at the back of mind that told her he was just flattering her.

With one last swipe of lipstick, Sara pouted at her reflection, pressed her lips to a thin scrap of tissue paper and smiled. She was going to a prom. The prom. With Michael and there was no other feeling in the world that compared to how she felt right now. Her body flushed with a mixture of fear and insecurities when her cell phone on her desk jumped to life. It jiggled across the wooden surface as it vibrated, the caller Id shouting "Michael" into her eyes.

"Hello?" she asked nervously, her heart skipping a needed beat.

"Hey," Michael breathed, his velvety voice combing her being. "How's it going?" he asked casually, obviously referring to her pre prom duties.

"I'm all ready," she told him excitedly, glancing at her bedside clock. "How about you?" she prodded.

"Well," he began, extended the syllable. "I was nearly at your door when I had to stop," he told her with a smirk.

Sara arched her brow confused. "Why?" she asked a little irritated. He was going to be late and he was acting like it was a game. "Where are you?" she quizzed as she paced her room, her brand new open toed heels sinking into the cream floor covering.

Michael looked around him, swiping his body through condensed breath and he exhaled. "Well it looks like some kind of grassy area," he said grinning harder into the phone. "And I have just seen the most beautiful thing ever pass before my eyes," he confessed, his voice smooth and seductive.

Sara froze and turned to her bedroom window. In a few steps she was there, looking down onto her father's marvellously trimmed lawns to where Michael stood with his cell phone pressed to his ear, twiddling a paper rose in between his finger and thumb. He looked up, their eyes meeting and an open mouthed smile spreading across his face. Michael licked his lips at the sight of her hanging over her window frame, her strapless dress pushing more than an eyeful of cleavage his way. "See, nearly at your door," he pointed a finger towards it with another grin.

Sara snapped her phone shut and threw it to the bed as she fled her room, flicking the light off as she passed it. Her heels clicked furiously on the marbled staircase and her hand gripped the rail to stop her falling. Michael pushed his phone into his jacket pocket as he bounded towards the front door, awaiting her presence. Sara reached out and laid a hand on the handle, exhaling hard before she pushed it down.

The door swung open and Michael was taken back by Sara's image. Her dress was beautiful. It was almost to the floor and the material looked so luxurious he wanted to reach out and know what she felt like under it. Her bare shoulders were uninterrupted because her hair had been twisted into a decoratively simple knot on the back on her head and her fine toes poked out from her matching shoes. Her entire outfit was red and it ignited his urges deep inside.

He blinked a few times and she gave him a twirl. "You like?" she grinned coyly.

Michael stepped into the lobby, his eyes on fire as she fuelled his gaze. "I love it," he exclaimed handing her the delicate rose. "It's perfect for this," he told her producing a small box from behind his back. Sara gave him a quizzical look and took the box from him, carefully sliding the bottom away from the top. Sara gasped at what she saw, her hands touching the white gold shakily.

"Michael," she breathed stunned. "I can't accept this," she said sadly, raising her gaze to meet his. Michael smiled and took the necklace from the box, stepping behind her. The heart shaped ruby hung down her breastbone surrounded by tiny clear jewels, more of which were spaced up the sides of the chain.

"You're worth a million diamond and ruby necklaces," he breathed into her ear, fixing the clasp. Sara touched the necklace once more and her eyes fluttered closed when Michael pressed a soft kiss to the base of her neck. "Don't ever forget that," he whispered. Sara turned around to face him again, his eyes serious and full of love.

"Michael, I don't know what to say," she stammered. "It's so gorgeous," she smiled at him. Michael smoothed his large palms over her shoulders and grinned at her excitedly.

"I have one more surprise," he told her mischievously taking her hand in his and pulling her out onto her front porch. Sara's jaw dropped open when a small man tipped his hat to her as he stood next to a polished black limousine. The man was dressed in a white drivers suit, his black buttons and accessories contrasting the rest of the suit. Michael gripped Sara hand tightly as they walked down her front steps and onto the gravel driveway.

Sara was speechless and even more so when the aging man pulled the rear door open to reveal a lavishly decorated red interior and white leather seats. Michael led Sara into the limo, her eyes wide as she took in everything he had organised for her. She sank into the corner seat, running a hand across the polished mahogany surfaces and feeling the soft furry floor tickling her toes. Michael took a seat next to her as the door closed behind them and reached for the door to the mini fridge.

Sara's already surprised expression met his once more as he took her hand again, this time slipping a red rose corsage onto her wrist. "Michael…" Sara repeated his name once more, it escaping her lips barely audibly. Michael squeezed her hand as the limo set off stealthily, no movement shaking the back of the vehicle.

"I know," he smiled interlocking his fingers with hers and placing a kiss to the back on her hand before dropping them onto his lap. "I know," he repeated, staring into her soul with his caring blue green eyes. Sara couldn't thank him enough in words and leant sideways, pulling his face to hers with her free hand for a fiery kiss. Her non-smudge lipstick held fast as she ravaged his lips, stroking the side of his clean shaven face as she did so. He gave her a quick smile when they parted, wrapped his strong arm around her tiny figure and pulled her to him. Sara rested her head on his shoulder, a wide smile gracing her lips as they travelled in a silence that spoke volumes to each of them.

The prom itself was to be held at a nearby five star hotel, the high school having rented the huge ballroom for the evening. Gibson's was a world renowned hotel chain famous for its extravagant ball rooms and Chicago's was no exception. As Michael and Sara walked through the huge archway into the main event they were both taken back by the remarkably detailed ceiling art as the expensive old-fashioned chandeliers illuminated it.

A flash to her side caught Sara attention and she caught sight of the photographer posing the next couple for their photograph. She tugged on Michael arm and they joined the queue of over sexed teenagers as the band played in the next hall. The line quickly dropped in size and soon Sara and Michael were thrown under the decorated arch for their everlasting moment on photo paper. Michael wrapped his arms protectively around Sara as she pressed her back to him, both standing slightly sideways to face the middle aged photographer. "Smile kids!" the over enthusiastic man yelled from behind the huge lens before a flash filled their eyes and he ushered them on.

As they entered the hall dinner had already been served and waiters were busily removing plates from the round tables. Sara and Michael had purposely missed dinner, having decided that a more intimate meal between just the two of them would be much better before making their way to the prom. Sara scanned the room for her friend as she pulled Michael around the edge of the room in the shadows. She let out a giggle when she spied her friend already dancing on the neatly polished floor.

"Come on," she called to Michael over the music and he followed her obediently. Sara tapped her friend on the shoulder who hugged her tight when she saw her. Her boyfriend and Michael shook hands and greeted one another in deep, manly voices that penetrated the music easily.

"You look amazing," Sara told her eying her dress. It was a light green halter dress with a strappy lattice back that exposed her skin fully. She wore matching strappy heels and a quaint diamante choker. Her friend smiled at Sara having already seen her dress and glanced at Michael, her eyebrows wiggling excitedly.

"I know," Sara laughed to her friend, reading her mind in anticipation of her comment. Her gaze fell on Michael where it lingered, taking in his existence. He shifted under her gaze as her eyes devoured him hungrily, taking in every inch of him with a predatory stare. His pressed tux fitted perfectly, the finely tailored mandarin collar fitting close to his neck and his white shirt just leaving the bottom of his sleeves. He wore a blood red four button vest and his black pants had a satin side stripe that matched the edge of his jacket. Finally his hair had been shaven short to how Sara liked it.

"What?" Michael mouthed at her silently with a smirk as coloured lights blinked across their bodies. Sara left her friend and grinned at him wider as she approached, her head held low and her eyes rolled up to meet his. Michael's body reacted instantly when she laid a tentative hand to his chest and he instinctively rested a warm hand to her back, laid his other over hers and pulled her closer.

Sara rested an arm over his shoulder, placed her hand to the back of his soft, downy neck and pulled his face closer to hers. Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, whispering silky words into his subconscious that he heard as clear as day over the pounding band. "Thank you," she said simply before planting a damp kiss to his earlobe. Michael's hand pressed harder into her back as he needed them to be closer and he pulled his head back so his lips rested outside of her ear.

"What for?" he teased, playing the dumb card. Sara pressed her head to his and rolled it so that their foreheads were touching and they were eye to eye.

"For everything," she told him seriously, her smile wilting from her face as her hazel orbs bore into him. Michael lost his own smile as they stood in the crowd, communicating with only the twitching of their eyes and a flickering of lip movements. "This is the best day of my life," she confessed, looping her tiny fingers around Michael thumb as their hands rested to his heart.

"Your welcome," he smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her eager lips. The band announced the introduction of a slow dance and half the men vacated the floor for the punch bowl. Hoards of irritated girls slumped back to their dining seats with crosses arms and annoyed looks at their partners who revelled in pouring alcohol into the fruit cocktail with laughter. "Dance with me," Michael commanded with a hoarse drizzle of a voice, pulling Sara backwards towards the centre of the floor.

Sara melted into Michael embrace as she tucked her head under his chin and he swayed them in time with the music. It was slow and they became lost in the romance, neither saying a word. Michael closed his eyes as his cheek pressed against Sara's silky soft auburn hair and his hand roamed the bare skin on her back. Sara gripped at his jacket and leant further into his touch, her own eyes pressed tightly closed as the feel of their bare skins touching set her on fire.