"I'm serious, Ramona. If that video ends up on YouTube…" Michael stood with one hand on his hip and the other hand pointing at Ramona and the girls.
Ramona shrugged. "Well, I think you should take that up with Saph and Jaz," she winked at him. He almost missed her hint and then grinned evilly. The girls looked at each other before looking back at Michael.
"Hm, sweetheart…" he moved to Ramona's side and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck sweetly. "Where did you put my toys?"
Ramona smirked. "Hall closet, left side." He nodded and went for the closet and Ramona grabbed his arm. "But first…" she pulled the cape from his neck. "Wouldn't want you to get hung up on anything," she winked and kissed him softly on the lips. He smiled and winked at her before he dug head first into the closet.
"What is he doing?" Saph asked.
Ramona grinned and shrugged before plopping down on the chair beside her. "Ramona…" Jaz huffed.
"Jaz," Ramona huffed back with the same tone. The girls gave her an evil look and she grinned, knowing what was gonna happen next. She glanced at her watch and looked over her shoulder at Michael, seeing him finally get his hands on his toys. "I suggest you girls make a run for it in about…3 seconds," she smiled.
"Or what, might I ask?" Saph challenged.
"3…2…" she paused and the girls began backing up toward the front door. "…1!"
Suddenly, Michael spun around on his heels with 2 very large water guns on each hip. The girls squealed and took off out the front door and Michael gave chase immediately. Ramona laughed and snatched up Saph's camera that she had dropped on the couch before she ran away. She pulled out the memory card and replaced it with one of her own so she could record the fun. She hung it around her neck and ran outside to watch Michael chase her 2 best friends.
"Michael, don't you dare!" Saph snapped at him from her place behind the tree.
"Are you telling me what to do Sapphire?" Michael challenged, aiming a gun at her. Saph's eyes widened. "Didn't think so…and you!" he pointed his other gun to the side, aiming at Jaz, who was smug thinking he had forgotten about her. "Don't think you're off the hook either. Where's the tape?"
"What tape?" Jaz asked innocently.
"Wrong answer," Michael smirked and shot Jaz in the face. She shrieked and took off running. He snickered to himself and turned back to Saph. "Your turn. Where is the tape?"
"Not in my hands," she said. Michael shook his head and aimed it at her and she threw her hands up. "Wait! I'm not lying, see? You wouldn't shoot an honest woman, would you, Thriller Man?" she bat her eyes and Michael raised a brow.
"He wouldn't, but Thriller Woman might!" Ramona yelled from the side. Everyone glanced at Ramona and Michael almost fell over from laughing. The cape he had on previously was now wrapped around Ramona's neck and she had her own water gun on her hip. She ran out beside Michael and shot Saph in the chest.
"Oh my God! Ray!" she shrieked. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
Ramona grinned and slid next to Michael, handing him the memory card with the embarrassing video on it. He smirked and slid his arm around her waist and kissed her temple. "Well, let's see…" Ramona tapped her chin. "You guys dance with me and keep me sane…yet Michael dances with me, and gives me a special kind of lovin' that neither of you could give, without freaking everyone out…so for now I'm gonna say his side."
Michael blushed a deep red and the girls' mouths dropped open. "That's not even fair!" Jaz protested.
Michael and Ramona both rolled their eyes with a laugh. They aimed their guns at the girls and they shrieked again and took off running. Before they could give chase, Michael's phone went off.
"Oh…doo doo. Just when it was getting good…" he grumbled and excused himself to answer his phone. When he returned, the girls had come back to the porch and were currently wringing out their soaked clothes and hair. He kissed Ramona's cheek and smiled at the girls. "Forgive me ladies, but I have to head back to rehearsals for a while. It's been real!" he threw the peace sign at the girls and they snarled at him and walked inside. "Well!" he threw his hand to his chest as if that hurt his feelings.
Ramona giggled. "Alright, well you better go before Kenny has a heart attack. Come back to me soon, okay?" she smiled and he nodded.
"As long as you're here," he paused and pulled her against his body. She looked down bashfully and he tilted her chin up to look into his eyes. "I will always come back to you," he whispered and then kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and almost moaned into his lips. He had this way of kissing her that seemed to always cause her toes to curl and those flying insects to stir in her stomach.
"I will always be here when you're around," she said softly after they parted.
"Ditto," he smirked and pulled away as Derek pulled up and waved. Ramona waved back and smiled at Michael. He kissed her again and poked her nose gently. "I love you, babygirl."
She laced her fingers with his. "I love you too, tomcat. Forever?" she asked as he walked backwards towards the SUV.
"And always," he replied. He blew her one last kiss before climbing into the SUV and driving away.
Ramona sighed deeply when he was out of sight. This was the part she dreaded most. Him leaving her alone with her thoughts. The girls would be leaving any moment now as well. She would be going to the hospital to be admitted tomorrow while Michael was out doing his concert. She wanted to cancel this so many times. God knows she would rather be in the audience cheering her man on instead of being poked and prodded in a small hospital bed that was in no way at all comfortable.
"Hey, we're headed out girl. See you tomorrow at the hospital?" Saph rubbed her arm as they walked out.
"Don't remind me," Ramona grumbled. She sighed heavily and kept her head down.
"You gonna be okay without us tonight?" Jaz asked.
"I'll be fine," she put on a fake smile for the girls. "Besides, if worst comes to worst, I'll just run next door and lock myself in the dance studio."
"As long as you don't overdo it," Saph warned. "I don't want to receive a call saying you put yourself in the hospital a day ahead of schedule."
Ramona shook her head and punched her lightly in the arm. "Shut up. I'll be okay, I promise."
"If it gets to be too much, call us, okay? We will come and be with you if you need it," Jaz offered. Ramona nodded. "Promise us you will call?"
"Yes, yes I promise if I need you I will call. Now go!" she pushed them toward their cars and laughed with them. They finally pulled out of her driveway and took off. She sighed once again and headed back inside. Night wouldn't even fall for a few hours, and there was no telling how late Michael would be.
Within half an hour, Ramona had gone from watching television, to writing, to reading, to pacing…and finally she gave up and headed next door to the dance studio. Maria buzzed her in and she immediately went to Michael's room, pausing to smell his pillow. She loved his natural scent. She closed her eyes and ran her hand over his things, careful not to move anything. When her hand met one of his favorite smells, Black Orchid, she smiled and sprayed her neck with it, sighing deeply once her Michael's smell was all over her.
Now she could loosen up. She walked to his drawer and found some wraps for her feet, what she loved dancing with. It helped her keep balanced when she moved her ankles into certain positions. She closed the drawer and headed straight to the studio. Her music was left here, so she simply hit play once she arrived. The music played slowly, helping her warm up. She pulled off her top and left her in her baggy black shorts and her small pink spaghetti strap shirt. She wrapped the black fabric from the balls of her feet, skipping over the heels, and up her calves. When she was sure it was secure, she stood and stretched before the beat picked up with a new song. She began moving her body across the floor, catching a whiff of Michael's smell when she flipped her hair a certain way. She smiled and did it more and more.
Within a couple of hours, she finally gave herself a break. She stared at herself in the mirror and the dull pain began to ache in her shoulder once again. She shook her head. The doctor said it would last her until she got to the hospital. Then again, she wasn't exactly taking it easy. As her mind drifted back over the dreaded word "hospital", she began to feel sick to her stomach. She looked at her scar, watching her sweat drip down her skin and winced. She would have to start over once this surgery was over. Back to cleaning her stitches and being careful when she cleaned herself. She hated it.
She growled low and moved to a room connected to the studio. It was a red velvet room where Michael came to sit and clear his mind. The walls were padded so he could lean against the wall comfortably. Ramona slammed her back against the far wall and slid down, placing her hand over her head. She could feel the anxiety inside of her welling up. She didn't know if she could go through with this surgery.
Her leg began twitching and she sighed and lifted it up, pointing her foot straight up into the air to stretch out her muscles. She sighed deeply as a flash of a camera startled her. She jerked upright to find Jermaine standing there with Michael's camera in his hands.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he smiled.
"Oh no, you're fine. What are you doing here?" she asked, sitting up.
Jermaine pulled up a chair and flipped it backward, sitting on it and resting his arms on the back of the chair. "I just came to check up on you and my brother. How you feeling girl?"
Ramona smiled weakly. "I'm okay. How are you?"
"I'm great, but you know I'm always great," he beamed and brushed his shoulders off. Ramona rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened the other night…you know, with the fan girl," he said softly.
"It wasn't your fault. I'm glad you weren't hurt," she smiled.
"Ah I'm a Jackson. I've been through a hell of a lot worse than that," he smiled and she chuckled. "Thank you for what you did. I'm just sorry I let the word out of who you are. The media will be following you for the rest of your life now because of me."
Ramona looked down. "Don't be so hard on yourself. They were bound to figure me out eventually. Besides," she shrugged. "They haven't connected me to the Bucharest show."
"Yet," Jermaine sighed. He shook his head and decided to change the subject. "So, the reason I'm here is I wanted to invite you and Mike out to Tennessee as soon as you get back up on your feet."
"What's in Tennessee?" she asked.
"Our family owns this huge ranch out there full of horses. Mike tells me you love animals, horses especially. Would you like to come out there with the family and go for a nice ride?" he asked her.
Her eyes lit up. "That would be incredible! Thank you so much, Erms!" she jumped up and hugged him tightly.
"No problem. We all see you as family already girl. Anything you ever need, just ask for it," he winked and she blushed. "And we will be there for you while you're imprisoned in the hospital."
She groaned and he laughed. "Thank you so much," she kissed his cheek.
"Anything for the girl that stole my brother's heart," he winked. "See you soon, love!" he rubbed her head and headed out.
By the time night had fallen, Ramona found herself pacing in her living room once again. She thought about running a bath, but decided she couldn't sit still long enough. She had taken 3 showers since she had danced in Michael's studio. She growled and bit her nails. Why was she so nervous? She has had surgery before.
'But I was practically dying. Not like I had a choice,' she thought to herself. Now she had a choice. And it weighed down to 2 options. Either have the surgery and move on with her life, without the constant pain, or live with the pain and possibly lose the use of her shoulder in a few years. The pros outweighed the cons. She and Michael had gone through this many times already.
She growled again and punched the back of the couch. She needed to de-stress herself. She needed to run. She grabbed her running shoes and tied her hair up before dashing outside. She ran for another hour before her legs finally gave out on her. When she got home, she smiled to herself and downed a bottle of water and plopped down on the side of her bed. She looked up above her to see Michael's smiling face and she smiled right back at him.
After a moment, her smile faded. The ache was coming back. She shook her head and went in search of her heating pad. Once she had wrapped herself up, she curled herself up in her recliner with her laptop. She thought about working more on her story about Michael, but instead, she found herself logging on to Facebook. She hadn't updated in quite a while, so she figured, why not?
"It feels so nice after going out for a long run to clear my head, however now that I'm home alone, I'm feeling nervous. With my tomcat gone to rehearsals late every night, I am left alone with my thoughts, which believe me, is a scary place for me. I just hope Michael gets here soon."
She posted it and went to her email. Tasha had sent her a new picture from the last time she went to Tasha's studio. She had gotten there early one morning before class and Tasha found her standing in the center of the room staring down in deep thought. Tasha thought it was a great photo opportunity. Ramona rolled her eyes and decided to post the picture to Facebook. Michael would enjoy this.
At the thought of Michael, she paid a quick visit to his website. Her eyes narrowed when she saw he had just changed his profile picture. "Who is that?" she said outloud. She clicked on the photo to enlarge it and nearly gasped. "Uncle Willy? What the hell?"
She immediately sent a comment to the photo. What is he thinking? "Um…babe? Why is there a picture of…Uncle Willy as your display photo?"
Something didn't seem right to her.
Meanwhile…
"No no, you aren't listening. The beat goes like this," Michael spoke into the mic and began beatboxing and creating the sound he wanted to hear. "Like that. Can you do that?" he asked.
Jonathan, the drummer, nodded and made the beat Michael had asked for. "How's that?"
"Good, that's good. Now, Jennifer, can you make this sound with your guitar?" he paused and made another sound and she nodded and followed.
Derek bit back a yawn and shook it off. He was getting tired of these people calling Michael every time they couldn't seem to get something right. Michael had gone through the concert time and time again. It seemed the only people that knew what they were doing other than Michael was the director and the backup dancers. Michael was working very hard, but still, it never ceased to amaze Derek that Michael never once snapped at anyone.
He rolled his neck from side to side as he stood backstage, watching over his boss. At his side, where he held Michael's phone, he heard a beeping sound. He raised an eyebrow and picked up the phone, noticing it had a new notification on it.
"Ramona Greene just updated her status."
He glanced up at Michael to see he was still at work with the band and he opened up Facebook on the phone. Derek's eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head. Ramona had been feeling very anxious and kind of down lately, maybe this would lighten her up. He guessed a random password and was surprised that it worked. Too obvious, Mike, he thought.
He flipped through the phone and found an old image of Michael disguised as Uncle Willy and he switched that image as the display picture on his profile. Mike would probably kill him for this later, but if it made Ramona laugh, then he'd die happy.
He saw that she commented on the photo mere minutes after he posted it and he chuckled to himself and replied back to her.
"You don't like it, babygirl? I think it looks pretty good. "
A few seconds later, Ramona responded again with "Um, yeah I suppose, but why would you have him up instead of your gorgeous face?"
Derek laughed and pulled up a chair and plopped down. This was going to be fun.
Another reply, but this time it was from Saph. "Erm…Michael…what's with this picture? I liked the other one."
Derek chuckled. "I don't know. Felt like this might be more fun to set. Sorry, Saph, I like this one better. :P"
Ramona replied, "Honey, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take a break. You sound like you may be working too hard."
Derek almost felt guilty at that. Almost. "I'm fine. Never felt better actually."
"Derek? What are you laughing at?" Michael asked as he strolled up to Derek, wiping a towel over his face.
"Nothing at all, boss. Uh, Shawn is just being paranoid about random stuff, you know…" Derek lied.
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Shawn? Paranoid?" he paused and Derek held his breath. "Well, okay then." Michael walked away to talk to Kenny and grab a bottle of water. Derek sighed and then turned back to the phone. After a few more moments of going back and forth with Ramona and Saph, he decided Mike needed a new status.
"Man, rehearsals were crazy today…I'm starving! I'm thinking KFC sounds pretty good right now. Their chicken is out of this world! I'm going to eat an entire bucket if I can! Maybe even two! Gotta get them pounds back somehow from all the rehearsals I've been doing. And KFC has some good eats! "
He chuckled again as Michael walked by him to head back to the stage. "Seriously, why are you laughing?"
Derek paused. "Shawn fell out of his chair…"
Michael froze in mid step before breaking out in laughter. "Wow, that's very graceful. Remind me never to ask him to stand in for one of my dancers, would ya?"
Derek laughed again. "You got it, boss!"
Michael shook his head with another laugh and went back to work. Derek looked back at the phone and noticed Ramona commented on his new status. It wouldn't be long before he was found out, he was sure.
"Two buckets? When is the last time you ate?"
Derek smiled. "A little while ago. But I did a lot of work today…can you blame me?"
"Well…no but this just doesn't sound like you. I can barely get you to stay hydrated, and now you want to stuff yourself like a holiday turkey."
Derek had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing loudly at that. "That's right! "
"Something isn't right with you, mister :P"
Derek laughed loudly at that and caught Michael's attention. He began strolling over and Derek prepared himself. "Okay, Shawn is not that funny. What the heck are you laughing at this time?"
"Well…I…uh…" he stumbled over his words and Michael glanced down to see his phone in Derek's hand. His eyes widened and he snatched the phone from him, looking at the things he'd said.
"Derek? What the hell man! You hacked my Facebook?" he yelled.
"Well, sorry Mike, but you made it too easy. Seriously…Raybug isn't a hard password to figure out," Derek said with a chuckle.
"It is for people who don't know me! What the hell, Derek? Seriously, I should fire your ass for this! This is identity theft!" he yelled again and began pacing.
"In my defense, I was trying to lighten Ramona up a bit. She's been so down, I thought she might get a kick out of this," he said with his hands up in defense.
Michael huffed and glanced at his phone before looking back at Derek. "And you know how I feel about other people calling her babygirl," he growled.
"I was just…"
"Impersonating the king," he glared at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd get upset!" he begged.
Michael shook his head and walked outside, pulling his phone in front of his face. He was fuming and he knew the only way he'd calm down was to talk to Ramona. He sent another comment back to her.
Michael: "I WILL SERIOUSLY KILL DEREK! This sounds nothing like me! This is…I have no words for this!"
Ramona: "Derek…? Oh! I knew you didn't sound like yourself! Derek is going to pay for this!
Michael: "Oh yes he is! Might cost him his job at this rate! This is invasion of privacy AND identity theft!"
Ramona: "Woa, hang on, babe, slow down. Don't work yourself up too much. We will get him back "
Michael took a deep breath and a small smile graced his lips. Leave it to his babygirl to calm him down that fast.
Michael: "Does my babygirl have a plan? "
Ramona: "Oh, I think I can come up with a few ideas for my tomcat, but I will need your wittiness to fill in the blanks ;)"
Michael: "Sounds like a plan. I…can't believe he set Uncle Willy as my profile picture. I need to change that back now."
Ramona: "Yes, please do!"
Michael chuckled and switched his display picture back to the way it was.
Michael: "That's better…well a little better. I look like a dork."
Ramona: "You look gorgeous, silly :P"
Michael: "Eh…if you say so :P"
Ramona: "I do say so…now come home. I miss you "
Michael smiled slightly and headed back inside to speak to Derek. "You're on thin ice with me, but for now, you're still my driver. Take me home, please," he demanded softly and then said his goodbyes to everyone at rehearsals. Derek didn't say a word as he opened the door for Michael and began driving back home. Michael sighed deeply and turned back to his phone.
Michael: "I'm on my way, babe. Don't worry, I'll be there before you know it, okay?"
Ramona: "Alright, tomcat ;)"
Michael: "I love you babygirl."
Back at home, Ramona was sitting up in her chair, smiling like a dork.
Ramona: "I love you more."
Michael: "I love you most :P"
Ramona: "Oh you do? Prove it :P"
Michael: "Oh I will, you just wait ;)"
Ramona felt goosebumps rise up against her skin and she shivered and crossed her legs. She and Michael hadn't been intimate in about a week now, and she already knew it was killing her. She couldn't even imagine what it was doing to him. Poor Michael.
Ramona: "I will leave the door unlocked for you then."
Michael: "Mm, I like the sound of that."
Immediately, Ramona's toes curled. She could practically hear him moaning in her ear.
Ramona: "Haha, yeah okay, tomcat. Don't forget we still have to follow the doctor's orders."
Michael: "We will. No one said we couldn't play a little bit though."
Ramona: "Oh I look forward to that, my love."
Michael: "As do I. See you very soon, babygirl."
Ramona glanced up at the clock and huffed.
Ramona: "Not soon enough. Tell your driver to hurry up!"
Michael: "I think I may have to! I feel like this ride is the longest of my life!"
Ramona: "Well, while I wait, I think I may just slip into something a little more…comfortable."
Michael: "Ooo girl, you are dangerous! Do you know that? This is highly unfair. Just what do you plan on slipping into?"
Ramona couldn't help but giggle. She loved teasing him, even if it was making her even more excited. If she kept this up, she wouldn't be able to resist making love to him, despite the doctor's orders.
Ramona: "Oh I don't know, a swim sounds kind of nice. Maybe I should slip into my bathing suit and meet you in your pool ;)"
Michael: "Ooo, sounds like a plan. I'll meet you there, babygirl ;)"
Ramona: "It's a date."
Ramona jumped up and slammed her computer shut before bolting to her bedroom. She found her favorite bikini that Michael has yet to see her in. It was a camo bikini with a halter top. The bottom was shaped like panties, but had material at the top that made it look like she was wearing a belt. She glanced at herself in the mirror and then threw on one of Michael's oversized button-up shirts and her slip on shoes. She locked her door and took off running across the lawn and up to Neverland's gates. Shawn let her in and she smirked at him as she tossed a towel over her shoulder. He smiled back and waved. She came for a swim quite often, so he was used to seeing her there.
She waltzed down to the pool and placed her towel by a small table next to a lounging chair. She jogged up to the side of the pool house and flipped a switch that turned on the heater and the lights inside the pool. She smiled to herself and leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes. She listened to the nature around her and breathed in deep. It was so peaceful.
She stretched her arms up over her head and sighed. She loved hearing the wind flowing through the trees around her, and the frogs chirping in the woods nearby. She was never much of a city girl. She loved the country too much. Suddenly she felt the chair shake a bit and warm air hit the side of her neck. She smiled knowing who it was.
"Hi baby," he whispered as he leaned over her hair and kissed her neck.
"Mm, hello to you too," she hummed. He kissed her lightly on the lips before sitting up. She popped her eyes open and almost groaned. He was in his red swim trunks and his hair was down and blowing gently in the wind. She raised a brow and smiled. "Are you ready for a swim?"
"Ready when you are, my love," he smiled and stood up, helping her to her feet. He walked to the edge and felt the water with his foot. Ramona chuckled and then pushed him into the pool. He yelped and fell in, causing Ramona to double over in laughter. "Ramona Greene! That was uncalled for!" he yelled.
"So sorry," she mused. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt and slid it seductively off of her shoulders. Michael's eyes went from stern to lustful in seconds flat. Ramona smirked at him and then dove into the pool, swimming past Michael.
"Hey…wait a minute!" he yelled and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her up to the surface before she could get away. She wiped her face and looked at him curiously.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"You can't just strip in front of me like that and expect to get away with it," he said in a low voice.
Ramona shivered at his tone and licked her lips, staring at his. He took the hint and brushed his lips across hers. She sighed into his mouth and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She tightened her hold on him and slid her fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp. He groaned against her lips and slid his thumbs into the bottoms of her suit. Before she knew it, her back was pressed up against the wall of the pool.
"Michael…we can't…" she panted against his neck as he untied her top and slid his hands up to massage her breasts.
"Can't what," he whispered against her shoulder, planting open –mouthed kisses along her collar bone and neck.
"We…we can't…" she stumbled over words as he tweaked her nipples and then lowered his hand to take her bottoms off. "We…" he slid his hand up her thigh and massaged her lady parts. "Oh, God…"
"You can call me Michael," he smirked and then kissed her lips passionately.
"Oh…shut…up," she panted and then reached for his shorts, freeing him finally. She felt his hard length press against her thigh and she grasped it tightly with her hand. He groaned into her mouth and slid his finger into her. "Mi…Micha…Oh…" she moaned.
"What…babygirl?" he panted. "Tell me…what you want…"
"M…Ma…" she breathed as he worked his finger against her. "Make love to me…" she finally moaned out.
Michael pulled away and licked his lips. "I thought you said we had to follow the doctor's orders?"
"Screw the doctor's orders!" she growled. "Please…make love to me baby," she begged. He didn't need anymore persuasion after that. He pulled her legs around his waist and slid himself easily into her and she gasped in delight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest as he worked his hips into hers. He leaned over and grasped the side of the pool, pressing himself as deep into her as he could. He had never made love in a pool before, but he had to admit, this was amazing. The water made everything slick and easy to move.
She threw her head back and he leaned down and pulled her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking on it roughly. She moaned even louder and tightened her legs around him. He knew she was close and so was he. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and switched to the other, then slid his hand down between them and massaged her nub with his thumb. Her body tensed and she came hard and long. He silenced both of their climax filled moans with a deep kiss as they both came back down from their highs.
"Oh…man…" he panted. "Thank you, God," he whispered.
"You…can call me…Ramona," she panted back.
Michael nudged her playfully. "I was thanking God for you," he whispered. She looked into his eyes and smiled warmly and he kissed her again. "I love you, Ramona Greene."
She hugged him tightly, still feeling him inside her. "I love you, Michael Jackson."
He smiled and hugged her again. He was about to pull away from her to continue their late night swim until she wrapped her legs tighter around him. He felt himself grow hard once again and he went back to making love to her right there in the pool. By the time the night was over, they had made love on every end of the pool, on the steps, and even on top of the diving board before they decided to head inside for a shower. Even after that, they made love in the shower twice and once again when they got to bed.
"So…you still thinking about firing Derek?" Ramona whispered as she rested her head on his bare chest.
Michael sighed and ran his fingers through her hair as he thought. "Nah, I won't fire him. I suppose his intentions weren't so bad, and I kind of feel bad for exploding on him the way I did."
"You exploded on him?" she asked in surprise.
"In my defense," he chuckled. "I was frustrated."
"About the concert?" she asked.
"No…I mean, I was frustrated…" he said as he pulled her hand over his crotch. She giggled when she felt his hardness already returning. She rolled over on top of him and slid his length into her. Michael groaned and gripped her hips tightly as she moved her hips against him.
"So…he pisses you off…and I get the rough end of this…?" she panted as she moved her hips back and forth.
"Are you complaining, babygirl?" he whispered.
"Never," she said as she picked up her pace and brought them to another climax together. She fell over and then winced. She turned her back to Michael and grabbed her shoulder.
Michael jumped up and crawled toward her, kissing her shoulder lightly. "Do you want your heating pad?" he asked and she nodded. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and ran out of the room, returning quickly with her heating pad and a couple of pills. She eyed them wearily and he placed them in her hand and closed it around them. "It isn't addicting. This is one of my pain killers."
"Michael…" she began to argue as he wrapped her shoulder.
"Relax. It's just extra strength Ibuprofen. It helps with inflammation," he said softly. She gave in and took the pills. Before long, she found herself lying against his chest again and finally falling into a deep sleep.
"My sweet babygirl, I wish I could take this pain away from you," he whispered as he stroke her face gently and played with her hair while she slept. "You're stronger than anyone I know, baby. I am so proud of you. We will get this surgery out of the way and you will feel so much better, you'll see," he lowered his voice and placed a gentle kiss on her lips and snuggled himself against her. "I will always be right here."