Author's Note: WARNING!!! This Chapter is a little on the erm...steamy side. I wanted to warn everyone, because it's the polite thing to do. Now just so everyone knows just because this is a "love" scene it is not descriptive, wait no, thats not what I mean, I mean you know what's going on without me having to say words like co**, di**, fuc*** anyways you get the picture! Hopefully everyone likes it, because it was a hard one to write *blushes* Onto The chapter then.....enjoy :)

Chapter 15: The Love Her and Leave Her Club

" I'm going to smile like nothings wrong, talk like everything's perfect, act like its all a dream, and pretend its not hurting me,"-Anonymous.

I wash my face slowly a silly grin plastered to my face as I wash away my make-up. I still cant believe that I acted on the impulse, and whatever repercussions come of it will be totally worth the few seconds of total and utter bliss that I felt when I was in Michael's arms, his mouth covering mine. In those few moments I remembered what it was like to feel alive again. I walk into my room, wearing nothing but my soft pink nightgown, the silky material brushing high above my knees. I pull my hair back tying it with a hair band that I had swiped from Michael catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror. Was that me? My reflection seems alien to me, who was the girl standing before me? Her eyes lit with happiness, a flush burning under her skin, a 'school girl in love' look written all over her face. A soft knock on my door pulls me from my reflection, and I walk to the door pulling it open a soft smile on my lips. I look up, blush creeping up my neck when I see Michael standing before me, his eyes dancing in the low light of the hotel hallway.

" Michael, what are you doing here?" I ask, moving aside so that he can come in. He brushes past me the smell of his cologne intoxicating me.

" I just remembered something," Michael says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. I stare at him, his black wavy hair pulled back, a black button up shirt laying open over a white tank top, the sleeves rolled just to his elbows. I feel a familiar, yet startling new feeling course through my body. Need. Pure, primal lust coursing through me. " We never finished dancing. I left you alone that night Daniella, on the dance floor, and I shouldn't have. Will you dance with me Dani?" my breath hitches at the memory of the night when we danced under the stars and candle light.

" There's no music Michael," I whisper, my heart beating like a fist against my rib cage with every step he takes towards me.

" We don't need any music Daniella, we have all the music we need right here," he says, placing one of his hands over my heart, the other over his own. My arms lay limply at my sides, his soft yet strong hands lifting them so that they are wrapped around his neck. He pulls me close to him, one hand low on my back the other resting just between my shoulder blades. I rest my head on his chest, the sound of our heart beats setting the rhythm of our dance. I let myself get lost in this moment, forgetting everything else, losing all sense of time, sense of self. All that matters now is him, the man I love.

" Daniella," he whispers pulling away slightly, his eyes staring into me. I watch as he lifts one of his beautiful hands, closing my eyes on a sigh as he runs the back of his fingers over my cheek. His fingertips grazing along my jaw. His thumb resting against the hollow of my throat, my pulse jumping sporadically. He leans forward his lips brushing against my cheek, taking the same journey that this his fingers had been on. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat to his wandering lips, a low moan escaping his lips, mixing with a moan of my own at the feel of his tongue on my skin. " My beautiful Dani, let me show you what I want to do to you, what I need to do to you," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. I shiver slightly, staring into his eyes as he lifts me easily into his arms. My eyes flutter close at the feel of the mattress giving way under our weight. His hands run over my body, setting a blaze to every part of my skin. " Look at me Dani, I want you to look at me when I kiss you," he whispers, and I open my eyes slowly as he presses his lips to mine. I feel my eyes widen when his hands slide underneath my night gown, his fingers brushing against the heat of my arousal.

" Michael," I whisper, pressing my face to his neck. " I, God, I just, I need you." He chuckles deeply, as he lifts me from the mattress, sliding my flimsy nightgown over my head. I wrap an arm over my breasts, self-conscious of my body.

" Your beautiful baby," he whispers into my ear, pulling my hand away from my body, nipping my ear playfully between his teeth, sending a shockwave of feeling to the very core of my body. I watch as he sits back pulling off his shirt, leaving the tank top in place. I run my hands up and down his arms, raking my finger nails over his skin. I smile up at him as his breath hitches somewhat surprised that I could have this affect on him. I follow my instincts, pulling his tank top out of his jeans running my fingers across the smooth skin of his stomach. His breath shudders in my ear and I smile, turning my head pressing a kiss sweetly to his jaw. I slide the shirt over his head, letting him pull me close to him, the feel of our bare skin pressed together igniting my blood, sending my mind into a frenzy. I feel his hand on my head pulling my hair tie out, my hair tumbling down my back. He looks down at me, his long fingers raking through my hair before he rests his forehead to mine.

" Do you have any idea what you do to me Dani?" he asks his voice whispering, a low growl. " I taste you, and its like pure sunshine, your breathtaking Daniella, let me show you." He lays me back, planting kisses to my body, trailing from my neck to my throat, my throat to my collar bone, my collar bone to my shoulders. Moving torturously slow. He rubs his cheek against my stomach his tongue flickering underneath the waist band of my panties, his movements making my back arch instinctively. I lose myself, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as they flutter shut. I feel his fingers pulling my underwear down, sliding them easily down my vibrating thighs. The sound of him unlatching his belt mixes with my rapid breathing.

" Open your eyes Dani," he comands softly, making my eyes open despite the heaviness of them, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his hands braced on the either side of my head. I run my fingers over his shoulders.

" I've never been more sure of anything," I whisper, lifting myself up to him pressing my lips to his. He groans deeply, pressing me into the mattress. I feel his arousal, rock hard against me, and I rock my hips slightly showing him that I am more than ready for whatever he wants to show me. I gasp slightly when he slides into me, biting into my lip at the slight twinge of pain.

" Are you okay?" he pants, freezing his movements. Embarrassment washes over me, and I nod.

" Yeah, I'm fine, its just been a really, really long time," I whisper, running my hands over his hips. He smiles down at me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

" Its okay Dani, just hold onto me, it's going to be a long ride," he whispers, and I moan as he starts moving again, long fluid strokes. It isn't long before our love making becomes rushed, hot kisses, whispered promises. Somehow in the frenzy of movements I end up on top of him, straddling his waist, his hands holding my hips as I rock rhythmically against him. I feel the climax building, wave upon wave of unadulterated passion building inside of me. I arch back, overwhelmed by emotion when Michael presses his lips to my heart, screaming when I come, forgetting everything when he whispers the three words I have longed to hear for so long.

I count the beats of Michael's heart under my palm. He was sound asleep, and I find that in this moment I can study him, running my fingers over the entirety of his face. Committing everything to memory, as if he is going to disappear. I slip out of bed my hands roaming the floor for something to wear. I grab the first thing I feel, smiling when the faint sent of Michael's cologne invades my sense. I button up his shirt, rolling the sleeves up as I cross the room to the window. I cross my arms over my chest, hugging myself closely. I wish I could say that making love to Michael was exactly like I imagined it would be, but then I would be lying. Truth is I never imagined it, whenever my mind ever wandered to the sheer possibility of it, I immediately shut it down, chalking it up to an impossibility, nothing more than a wild wish that could never come true. And here I stand. My body sedated from the love his body showed me, my heart soaring at those three beautiful words that he whispered to me. 'I love you,' his voice echoes in my head. Nothing could ruin this moment. I turn my head, looking over my shoulder when Michael rouses from the bed. I smile when I see him slipping back into his clothes, waiting for him to join me, hug me, tell me he loves me again and again. My heart sinks when he turns to me, his eyes clouded, guarded.

" It's late, I better get back to my room, we have early rehearsal tomorrow," Michael says, his usual happy voice sounding dull and empty. I blink, once, twice, three times, before snapping back into reality so fast my head spins.

" Oh yeah, right," I murmur, and I watch as he walks out of my room the door clicking shut quietly behind him. I sink to the floor slowly, my heart racing so fast it hurts. Did I imagine it? Was I so caught up in the moment that I imagined him telling me that he loved me? Was it all nothing more than mere physical satisfaction that he was looking for? I lower my head to my knees suddenly realizing just how alone I am.

Michael's POV

I pace around my room wildly, like a stalking cat ready to attack. What was I thinking? I went in there to tell Dani what I felt. To tell her that I loved her, that I needed her in my life, not just as an employee and friend, but something so much more. And instead my body took over and ruined it. How could she ever believe that I love her, when the first time that I tell her is when I'm buried inside of her? Well technically it would be the second time I told her, the first time I told her she was asleep. I groan, dropping my head into my hands. Why was this so difficult for me? A few quick raps at my door have my heart racing. Was it Dani? was she here to yell and curse, demand to know how I could take advantage of her like I did? I open the door slowly, relief washing over me when I see that it's Max.

" Hey Mike," Max says, and I grab his arm pulling him into my room shutting the door quickly behind us. " Whoa, Mike what's the matter?"

" I screwed up Max, big time, damn it, I don't know what to do," I say, wringing my hands as I pace the room.

" Okay slow down, what happened?" Max asks, pushing me into a chair.

" All right, I, Dani, we kind of, I totally, I didn't mean to just, she's going to blame herself," I groan frustrated that I cant seem to articulate what happened properly.

" Hold on, you and Dani what?" he asks, looking at me curiously. I stare at him for a second, his eyes widening and I know he understands. What happens next catches me completely off guard.

" Well I'll be, its about damn time. Looks like Siedah won the bet," he proclaims laughing loudly as he slaps his knee.

" Wait, what?" I ask, sitting back feeling confused.

" She said you guys would be together by Christmas, I said it wouldn't happen until the end of the tour, damn, so close. Oh well," he says, and I look at him growing embarrassed.

" Good to know that you guys have enough free time on your hands to talk about my romantic life," I say sarcastically, trying not to laugh.

" Come on Mike, we all knew you were head over heels for that girl the first time we saw you guys in the same room together. I just didn't think you would act on it so soon, your usually so, careful, guarded," he says, sitting back in his seat his eyes smiling. " Where is she anyways?"

" In her room, probably asleep," I say, and I pray that's true.

" And you aren't with her because?" he asks, his face lit with confusion and curiosity.

" I screwed up Max. I told her I love her," I say, disgust in my voice.

" Okay Mike, you're an extremely intelligent man, but right now you sound dumber than a sack of potatoes debating politics. Usually when someone is in love with someone, and they tell that person how they feel, it's a good thing," he says, laughing at his own words.

" You don't understand Max. I told her I loved her while we were, you know," I say, embarrassment running through my body. " I don't know what to do Max. it was such an intense moment, and the words just kind of tumbled out of my mouth, I didn't even stick around long enough to try to explain."

" Wait let me get this straight. You and Dani have sex," he says and I shake my head interrupting him.

" It was more than just sex, Max," I say, my voice growing somewhat angry. To say what happened between me and DanI was just 'sex' somehow made the love I feel for that girl cheapened.

" Okay, okay sorry. You and Dani make love, in the heat of the moment you tell her you love her, and then you just leave?" he asks, and him saying it out loud makes me feel horrible.

" Yes," I hiss out, pinching the bridge of my nose.

" Wow Mike, I have to give it to you, that is by far the dumbest thing you have ever done," he says, and I growl at him. Did he think I didn't already know that?

" Your capabilities of pointing out the obvious astounds me Max. You think I don't already know how stupid it was to tell her that I love her?" I ask, feeling sick at the thought of what DanI would think of me.

" Mike you telling Dani that you love her wasn't stupid, you just up and leaving is what was stupid," he says, smiling sympathetically at me.

" In my head I had planned things out differently. Dani has been through so much, I didn't want to just spring this on her you know, but when we danced, and I looked at her, my body just took over, and I blew it," I say, dropping my head back to my hands.

" Well Mike, we'll just have to make it right now wont we?" he says, clapping a hand to my shoulder. That's just it, I don't know if I can ever make it right.

Dani's POV

I debate with myself as I walk down the quiet halls. Do I really want to do with this? Maybe there was a reason Michael left? Maybe he regretted what happened, maybe he was ashamed that he had slept with me. I shake my head. No, no that isn't right. I saw it in his eyes, I saw the way that he looked at me. There wasn't a doubt in my mind, I know what I saw. I breathe deeply as I reach his door, lifting my hand, ready to knock, when murmured voices from his room stop me. Who would he be talking to at two in the morning? I press my ear to the door, curiosity getting the best of me.

'You think I don't already know how stupid it was to tell her that I love her?' Michael's disembodied voice says, and my heart sinks, as I step away from the door. I try catching my breath, feeling as if I was hit by a speeding train. My eyes burn fiercely as I run down the hall, my fingers fumbling to open my hotel room door. I slam my back against the door, sliding down against it, the sobs tearing out of me. Michael's words mocking me in my head. I thought I knew him, knew his heart, knew the look in his eyes. Oh how I was wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong. I crawl to my bag, pulling out my journal, opening it to a blank page.

' Dearest Daughter,

I did what you told me to do, I was open to him Carly-Ann, and you were wrong my sweet girl. He doesn't love me, he never loved me, I'm sorry, baby. -Momma.'

I flip back to the previously written letter, gliding my fingers over the picture I put there. Tears falling to the paper some of the ink running. 'Its okay Momma, it's going to be okay,' Carly-Ann's soft whispering voice echoes through out my head, tears stinging my eyes as the pressure builds inside of me.

" How is it going to be okay baby? We were wrong, he doesn't love me Carly-Ann, he never loved me," I scream, rocking back and forth waves of pain washing over me freshly. 'You can run Momma, go back home,' her voice calls out to me, as I walk into the bathroom. I stare in the mirror, stripping off Michael's shirt letting to float to the floor. I wipe my hands over my face, drying the tears that lay fresh on my face.

" The hell if I will, no more running, I'm done," I say, steeling my voice as my blood runs cold.