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What You Want, And What You Need	By : HardcoreHorrorChick Category: G through L > Halloween (All) > Halloween (All) Views: 27106 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Well...here it is! One month and 12,476 words later, here is chapter 2 of my Mikey smut fic marathon! The reason it took me so long? Well, it took me a while to strike a balance between how I imagine Mikey would react to...certain things, and how I WANTED him to react to...certain things.
And, to answer another question that I have been asked, �why Michael?�, the answer is simple. He�s DAMN sexy! Need I say more? Now, onto the story!
Chapter 2: Fear Vs. Desire
October 30, 2000.
Oh, God...what have I done...what have I done...
Not even twenty minutes ago, Kat had been reveling in the delayed afterglow, sprawled out on her damp bed sheets when the full impact of what had happened to her had brought her slamming back to reality. She had leapt off her bed in a panic, taken one last fearful look around her disaster of a room and literally hid in the shower, locking the door behind her.
Now, huddled in the corner with her eyes closed, forehead pressed against the cool, smooth tile and hot tears running down her face, she tried to make sense of what had happened to her, what she was going to do, and, more importantly, if she was loosing her mind.
�He...raped me...didn�t he? He...hurt me...terrified me...I should feel...shame, humiliation...anger...� she whispered miserably, her small voice nearly lost in the steady sound of the hot water beating against her body as she tried to convince herself that she should hate Michael for what he had done to her.
However, despite all the chaotic emotions coursing through her head, she couldn�t fight back a low moan as the vivid memory of Michael�s body pinning hers to the desk and taking her so...willfully shot a jolt of pleasure down her spine, her body trembling as she fought against the powerful sensation.
She knew that what he had done to her had been wrong, that what she had allowed him to do to her was wrong. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to tell herself that what she was feeling was immoral, her body kept reacting to even the smallest recollection of pleasure she had taken from the man who had raped her. The man who she had let rape her.
�What�s wrong with me...I should feel...something...anything but this...� she choked out, her voice thick with emotion as she tried, and failed, to convince herself that she had done everything she could have to try to save herself, that what she had done had been done merely in self-preservation.
Unfortunately, to her mortification, her body simply refused to allow her to believe such a thing. Each time she would try to forget what had happened, her mind would wander back to the memory of his hands working on her, her breath would catch in her throat and a shiver would work its way through her body. A shiver that had nothing to do with being cold.
She could feel herself beginning to loose it, the wave of panic starting to swell once more when suddenly, a little voice in the dark corner of her mind reminded her of something she had heard a long time ago. Something that threw her whole situation into a new light.
You can't rape the willing.
For just one little line, five little words, it had a tremendous impact on her as it made her realize the one thing that she had tried so desperately to deny, the one truth she had been trying so hard to ignore.
"I WAS willing...I...wanted him...but, this is wrong...what I did was so, wrong...wasn't it?� she whispered aloud, trying to find answers to questions she doubted she would ever be able to explain.
He's a killer...a murderer...why do I...how can I still want him...still need him? The police...why didn't I call the police?
Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help it when a high, stress-filled laugh bubbled up as she imagined just what she might have said if she had called the police, granted if they would actually believe her in the first place.
Ya, operator, last night, I was sexually assaulted by Michael Myers. Yes, THAT Michael Myers, the well-hung, knife-wielding nutter. No, I�m fine, he just broke in and gave me the best sex of my entire life, and he's most likely coming back tonight for round two...
A weak smile tugged briefly at the corners of her lips as she imagined the look on the face of whoever happened to take her call, and she actually felt her anxiety lessen at the thought of the amusing mental image. That was before she remembered one...little...thing.
...oh God...he's...coming back...
She froze in the shower as she realized the implications of just what the knife embedded in the top of her desk meant.
He's coming back...to do what? Kill me? Screw me again? Oh God...OH GOD!
Now with all her previous anxiety back with renewed fervor and not a small amount of fear-induced panic thrown in for good measure, she yanked on the knob to turn off the shower, ripped open the curtain, threw on her bathrobe and dashed into her room, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
�He�s...coming back...what do I do...WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?� she shouted frantically, her eyes wild as she restlessly paced the floor, refusing to allow herself to acknowledge that she still felt the ghost of Michael�s touch on her body.
�FORGET IT! It�s not going to happen again! I�m NOT going to be here tonight and let him take whatever he wants...do whatever he wants...I...can't...DAMMIT! I can�t go to the police, they won�t believe me! I can�t run, cause� he�d probably track me down and fillet me like a fish! I can�t fight back, cause� if he can slam a fucking butcher knife two fucking inches into solid oak, AND apparently come back from the dead, what the fuck can I hope to do to him!� she raged, storming around her room, her stressed mind trying to take in all that had happened to her.
She was just about to allow herself to fall to pieces and start screaming out all her frustrations when the cordless phone on her dresser rang, her already on-edge nerves only fraying even more as she let out a small startled yelp. She tried and failed to keep her hand from shaking as she reached for it, and her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was just about to break free of her chest as she answered it before the third ring.
�H...hello?� she asked with forced calm, her voice small and fragile-sounding as she struggled to keep the panic she felt out of her voice, staring at her pale, wide-eyed frightened face in the mirror on the back of her door.
�Hi, Kat, It�s Mr. Thompson. I was just wondering if you�re ok. Patty and I thought we heard screaming last night, and we were wondering if everything�s alright?� a deep, calm voice asked, and she immediately felt some of her panic fade.
�No, no. I�m ok. I was just watching a scary movie last night, you know the kind where the monster goes around and eats all the stupid teens...and I just let my imagination get the better of me. Especially with Halloween tomorrow and the storm and all...� she rambled, unable to keep her words from flowing far too quickly as she wrenched her gaze from her reflection to stare down at the large, muddy footprints standing out starkly against the pale carpet.
Mr. Thompson and his wife Patty were an elderly couple that had lived next-door even before her parents had moved in, becoming close friends the moment they had met. Her parents had asked them to keep an eye on her, just as an extra safety measure while they were on their second honeymoon, and she was grateful now to have them looking out for her.
�We�re glad to hear you�re ok...but, are you sure you�re ok? You don�t sound yourself� he asked with a concerned tone before shushing Patty, who�s voice she could hear in the background nagging him to ask more questions and to speak clearer.
�I�m fine...just a little...tired, that�s all� she replied, grateful for the half-truth to her words that allowed her to say them without too much difficulty.
Tired...and sore in not a few places...she thought, fighting hard against the insane urge to giggle like the loon she feared she was turning into as she fought to keep her voice calm.
�Well, I�m glad to hear you�re ok. Patty�s been after me to phone you for the last few hours, you know how she can get if she hears any kind of odd sound...keeps me up half the darned night thinking it�s everything from space aliens to God knows what...�
She did giggle now as she strained to hear Mrs. Thompson�s retort, something that included the words �ungrateful coot� and �pompous old fart� as she tried, unsuccessfully, to tear her gaze from the butcher knife imbedded in the top of her desk.
�Thanks for phoning, Mr. Thompson, but I�ve got...some housecleaning to do, so I�ll have to go...� she said nervously, closing her eyes and quickly saying a quick thanks and goodbye before she hung the phone up, walked shakily across the room and slowly sat down on the edge of her bed.
I can�t phone the police, they�ll never believe me...and I can�t run, he�ll find me and kill me...it�s down to two things, a fifty-fifty chance, he�s either going to come back here to kill me...or come back to screw my brains out again...and then maybe kill me. But...why didn�t he kill me after he got what he wanted the first time? Why...oh, what�s the point...
She was tired. Tired of trying to rationalize what she had done, tired of trying to figure out a man whose actions defied reason. Since it was the only thing she could do now that did not involve the sorting out of emotions, she turned all of her attention to her once immaculately clean bedroom, and allowed herself to become distracted with what needed to be done to remove the reminders of what had taken place in it.
Mud in the carpet...I can vacuum most of the dirt up, but I�ll have to get to a store for some cleaner. Blood, I�ll have to manage the best I can with that one...the sheets, I can...I...
All morning, she had been too busy trying to hold herself together to remember all the details of what had happened to her, but now, staring down at the large damp spot in the middle of her bed, it all came rushing back to her.
Oh God...he stayed...the sheets wouldn�t be this damp if he had just stayed for a few minutes...it�s wet right through...he must have stayed the entire night...but...why? Oh God, I wish I had an answer...she thought wearily as she began stripping the damp sheets off her bed, tossing them in a heap before digging out a clean set from her dresser, her hands starting to shake as she stared at the navy sheets clutched in her hands.
Oh good Lord...the only other set of sheets I have just HAD to be this color...she thought despairingly, imagining Michael's suit blending right in if he were to stretch out on her bed.
The sheets dropped to the carpet as she sat once more on her bed, pulled her legs up to her chest and put her head between her knees. The sounds of laughing children reached her ears through her open window, but the joyous sound did nothing to help as she began to shake again, he mind a whirlwind of confusing emotions.
�He...he still scares me...but I still want him...he hurt me, but I...I...still want him...oh God, yes...� she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she finally allowed herself to admit the truth. �He may be a killer...but...yes, I admit it...I loved every moment, everything he did to me...�
The moment she spoke those words aloud, a strange sense of calm settled over her, replacing nearly all the worry and fear that had consumed her for most of the morning.
He stayed with me last night and held me while I slept...he...slowed down when I asked him to...I...I don�t want to be afraid...I�ve changed, and...God help me...he�s the only one that can help me understand myself now...
Taking a deep shuddering breath, she stood up and stretched, slowly walked over to the window and looked out at the bright, sunny day, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her bathrobe. She smiled faintly at the groups of laughing children who were showing off their masks and costumes while bragging to each other how much candy they were going to get. Her heart leapt in her chest for just a moment as she overheard one child tease another about how the boogeyman was going to get him when he was sleeping, their carefree laughter floating through the air as they chased each other around in the street.
�It�s ok, kid. The boogeyman�s not interested in you...� she whispered softly, waving back weakly when one of the kids she regularly babysat caught sight of her in the window.
He's coming back. Either I can accept that, or I can run like a coward and never understand how I can feel for him what I do...she thought somberly as she leaned forward to frown down at the clumps of dried mud that clung to the latticework on the front of the house, obviously the means to how Michael got into her room.
Clever bastard...the storm was on his side last night, but it's going to be clear and calm tonight. There�ll be too many people out on the streets...I suppose he�ll have to settle for the back door. Good God...I�m actually helping him back into my house...she mused in defeat, knowing that it was useless to try to convince herself that she wasn�t looking forward to what might happen to her.
�Its past noon...he�ll probably be here after dark...not much time...� she whispered as she began cleaning, throwing herself into the familiar, calming routine.
Unfortunately, if she had just taken a minute to look down into the thick bushes at the side of her neighbor�s house, she might have noticed a man, dressed in a navy mechanic's uniform and wearing a white mask, staring up at her. Watching her.
For the next few hours, she erased nearly every trace of the events of last night from her room. She changed the damp sheets, despite her misgivings about the color. The mud was cleaned from the carpet, the blood scrubbed out, and the pieces of the torn photographs were disposed of. The knife she tugged on for a good ten minutes, but no matter how hard she pulled, it refused to budge. So she settled on leaving it there, the blade gleaming in the light from the window as she briefly imagined, with a small shiver, how strong someone would have to be to be able to do that with any knife.
By three o�clock, she had taken a second shower and made herself presentable, put on an old pair of comfortable blue jeans and a white t-shirt, and was now wandering the house, unable to think of anything else to do to fill the time left between now and night.
Walking down the stairs and into the media room, she considered surfing the web to eat up time using the computer on the desk by the window, but couldn�t work up enough nerve to do so, worried that if she happened to turn her head, she just might find him standing there, staring at her.
�Get a grip, Kat. You�re just being paranoid...it�s not like he...� she started to say, just before she noticed the windowsill.
Since she did not really look out the window too often, she had not noticed the crack in the wood of the frame until now, and immediately felt the color drain from her face.
Last week she had been feeling...frustrated, and had resorted to surfing the web for a much-loved pastime of hers. Porn. She thought that she had heard a loud crack outside her window, but had dismissed it as nothing important as...other things had her undivided interest. As usual, it wasn�t long before she�d gotten her desired result, but she could have sworn someone had been peeping at her from the window when she had heard what she thought had been a man sighing in relief.
She had dismissed that too, but now, putting the events of last night into a new perspective, she suddenly knew better.
He...couldn�t have...it�s not possible...isn�t it? But what if...she wondered, imagining Michael standing there, watching her. If he WAS standing there...ohhhhh...THAT PERVERT!
A look of absolute shock lit her face as she imagined him standing there, watching her, his hand splintering the wood in the height of pleasure. �Oh good God...this is...just too much...� she whispered, another jolt moving through her body as she imagined his hand gripping his cock, getting off watching her...well...get off.
He�s certainly strong enough to crack the wood just by squeezing it...and...if he really wanted to, he could have dragged me right out of the window, but he didn�t...why? What�s so special about me? Is that the reason why I�m still alive? Do I turn him on? Is that it? Oh God...I wasn�t just some random, need-take thing, was I? she wondered, her mind reeling with the possibilities.
He...chose me...he had to have picked me...if some other girl had reported being raped by someone...I would have heard about it...right? Oh God...he really did pick me...ME of all people...
With a weary sigh, she lowered the blinds, leaving the room in the dark as she made her way to the kitchen. She hesitated just for a moment as she reached for the lock on the kitchen door, but in the end, gave a quiet sigh and disengaged the deadbolt.
At least now...he�ll know that he�s welcome back...I hope...she wondered as she rummaged through the fridge, the nearly bare shelves reminding her that she had gone far too long without grocery shopping.
However, no matter how hard she tried to focus her mind on food, her thoughts kept snapping back to Michael, and, with a weary sigh, finally let it wander as she propped herself up on her elbows on the kitchen counter.
I wonder how he knew how to touch me like that...he certainly hadn't expected me to touch him back...what if...what if he HASN�T been with anyone else...he could have easily spied on people through windows, he seems to be good at that at least...could he have learned...just for me? No...that�s not possible...is it? she wondered, staring speechlessly at the bits of dried blood under her fingernails the second shower had failed to remove. I...hurt him...and still...he still touched me so gently...so...ooooohhh...
Her eyes closed and a shiver ran down her spine as she remembered Michael�s hands, his rough fingers trailing down her body, and imagined those strong hands caressing other parts of her that had remained untouched. She had to lean on the countertop for support as she envisioned him pinning her to a wall and taking her hard and fast, his powerful body trapping hers without a hope of escape as she begged him for more.
Please...he has to come back...he just has to...he can�t leave me like this...leave me needing more...she thought desperately, fantasizing trying out a certain little trick that she had only recently learned.
Just that thought alone was enough to cause a low moan to escape past her lips, and her clothes now felt entirely too confining as she realized that just the thought of Michael sneaking in and claiming her body again set her senses reeling.
I...I've never reacted this way...to ANY man...is this...what I�ve really been needing? Wanting?
Always in the past, when she had been...romantic with her current boyfriend, she had always been the one to lead, had always been the one �on top�, so to speak. She had never really entertained the idea of someone taking her in such a way, so...dominantly, so...forcefully as Michael had, and not a small part of her had been thrilled when she had been in that position with the roles reversed. He had awoken something in her, something she had not known existed in herself until last night, and all she knew was that she wanted more.
Great Kat...you�ve succeeded in attracting a serial killer who just happens to have made you discover your inner sub...but...he certainly didn�t seem to mind...the need to be in control seems to come naturally to him...could he have...known what I wanted? Needed? Oh boy...I just hope I�ll know what I�m getting myself into...I want him, but...there�s a part of me that�s still afraid...
Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sighed as she realized that it was at least a good five hours until dark, and she most definitely did NOT have the patience OR sanity left to wait until then. With one last fruitless peek in the nearly barren fridge, she settled for a cold meal of two-day-old leftover Thai take-out, turned off all the lights and slowly trudged back up the stairs and back into her room. She set her clock for nine o�clock, but doubted that she would be able to even sleep, considering her...eagerness for what might happen once the sun set.
Yup, you�ve got it bad, girl. All he�d have to do is point to the bed and grunt and you�d lay yourself out like an all-you-can-eat buffet...well...Jenna�s always been after me to go out and snag a guy with a pair...just my luck that HE�D be the one to find ME! I can just imagine it now...�step right up ladies! Bachelor number one comes fully prepared to let you to live out your wildest fantasies and act out your darkest desires! And, as a bonus, comes complete with homicidal tendencies, control issues, and a REALLY big knife...�
For the first time today, she allowed a genuine laugh to help take away some of the stress she had been trying to deal with, and she smiled as she realized that she, where so many in the past had failed, had survived an encounter with Michael Myers.
I�m...different...I've got to be...I don't think he see me as a potential victim...he just sees...me...
She had just taken off her sneakers and socks and was about to sit down on her bed when she jumped back up, walked over to her dresser and switched on the small lamp, the soft light filling the room and chasing away some of the shadows.
Last time...I didn�t get a chance to see him in any light. If he does come back...at least I can have a chance to see what I�m getting...again...she mused with a small grin, wondering that with the light on if she would even manage to get to sleep.
However, a few moments after her head hit the pillow, exhaustion won out over anticipation, and she slept.
She jolted out of bed to the sound of her window shutters banging against the side of the house, her pulse racing as she glanced to the top of her dresser and realized that it was almost eleven o�clock. Her alarm clock had never gone off.
"Oh shit...oh shit...I must have set it for AM...OH SHIT! What if he�s come and gone! What if he�s not coming back! What if..." she choked out in a panic, just as she heard a soft thud that came from downstairs.
Oh shit...the kitchen door...I left it unlocked...maybe it�s him...but...but what if it isn�t? What if it�s some creep burglar who�s gonna slit my throat after robbing me...or worse? Oh God...oh God...
With fear-induced adrenaline pumping through her, she crept as quietly as she could to her closet, carefully retrieved the aluminum baseball bat she had kept as a memento when she had been in the girl�s little league baseball team as a kid, and entered the dark hallway.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let another nut break in to MY house and take whatever he wants...just one is enough for me...please, please let it be Michael...oh God, I can�t believe I just hoped for that...I must be out of my fucking mind...
To her ears, her shallow breathing sounded entirely too loud as she kept close to the wall, avoiding the stairs she knew would creak under the slightest weight as she slowly made her way to the first floor, wishing in hindsight that she had at least left one single light on. With the exception of her bedroom, the entire house was as dark as a tomb. Even the porch light, if she had even bothered turning it on in the first place, would have at least cast some illumination through the front door which faced the bottom of the stairs, and silently cursed herself over her lack of foresight.
Smooth move Kat...no lights on in the house, the back door left unlocked...all I need is a flashing sign over my house that says �all psychos welcome!�
Raising the bat up to her chest defensively when she reached the bottom, her knuckles were white as she tightened her two-handed grip on the handle, straining her hearing for any noises that would alert her to the presence of another person in the house.
Silence. The only things she could hear were the steady beating of her heart in her ears, the wind rustling through the trees outside and the steady ticking of the kitchen clock. She felt lightheaded before she realized that she had been holding her breath, and gasped as she took in a much-needed breath of fresh air. And that�s when it happened.
As she took a step around the corner towards the kitchen, a large dark shape stepped out in front of her, and, reacting solely on instinct, raised the bat with panic-enhanced reflexes and brought it slamming into the side of whoever stood before her in the dark.
She nearly crowed out in joy when the figure dropped abruptly to one knee, the muffled grunt of pain and the reverberation through the bat telling her that she had scored a direct hit to their right hip. Still riding her adrenaline high, she swung the bat a second time, looking down to make sure her next hit was a headshot. However, the moment she caught a glimpse of the white mask and dark suit, fear instantly wiped every single rational thought from her head.
All she could do was cry out in shock as Michael shot his left hand forward, caught the bat in mid-swing and wrenched it from her grasp, throwing it over his shoulder and to the floor with a loud hollow clang. This sudden movement caused her to loose her balance, and as she fell forward, she knocked him off balance, and, in a diabolically coordinated chain of events, landed right on top of him.
Entirely too stunned to even scream, she was only dimly aware of his startled grunt as she suddenly found herself pressed full-length against his body with her knees on either side of his hips, her eyes dead level with the black eyeholes of his mask and her hands on either side of his head.
She only had a few short moments to realize the enormity of her mistake when Michael, with more speed than she ever could have imagined him possessing, hooked his right leg around hers, grabbed both of her wrists in a near-bruising grip and flipped her underneath him. Within seconds, she found herself pinned to the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs with her arms held above her head and Michael's heavy body holding her down, his breathing eerily calm despite what had just happened.
OH SHIT! GREAT, KAT! ATTACK THE SERIAL KILLER WITH A FUCKING BASEBALL BAT! she screamed at herself, trying and failing miserably to struggle against his unyielding grip. HE�S GONNA...gonna...oh...my...God...
She was just imagining all the horrible ways he could kill her for what she had just done to him when she suddenly realized that not only was he not hurting her, he seemed...quite happy to have her in this position.
Oh, wow...he�s...so...hard, even AFTER I smacked him one with a baseball bat...oh God, please don�t let me look too far into THAT...she wondered weakly, reveling in the jolt of pleasure that surged through her when he shifted above her and very deliberately pressed the hard ridge of his erection against the inside of her thigh.
He DID come back for me...he came back...she marveled still partially in shock, allowing the newfound thrill of being forced into such a...compromising situation chase away some of the fear she had felt over imagining his reaction to her attacking him.
Unfortunately, she could just feel her body starting to relax under his when a bright beam of light shone through the narrow window in the front door and a man�s booming voice and pounding fist ruined the moment.
�Caitlin Jenkins, this is the Haddonfield Police Department...I need you to open the door and step outside...�
Oh God...what the FUCK am I going to do now! If they find out he�s here...they�ll kill him...oh God...oh God...she thought frantically as she tried once more to pull her hands free from Michael�s strong grip, her heels trying to find purchase on the smooth floor.
�Michael...you have to let me up...they won�t just give up and go away...if I don�t answer them soon, they�ll break down the door and find you here! Please! You have to let me try...I can make them go away...please trust me...please...she begged, her voice sounding desperate as she tried unsuccessfully to force him off of her, straining against a body that seemed as immovable as stone.
For a moment, he just stared down at her, the black, shadowed eyeholes of his mask gazing into hers before he released her and rolled off to the side. In one fluid motion, he came to his feet, reached down, took her hands in his and effortlessly pulled her off the floor, holding her steady as the sudden movement caused her to stumble. She somehow managed to tear her eyes off him, free herself from his grip and reach for the lock on the door before the officer repeated his demand, and, when she turned around to reassure him that she would make them go away, discovered that he had already vanished.
Holy crap he�s fast...please...please give me the strength to do this...she prayed as she reached out and unlocked the door, opening it a crack to reveal the faces of no less than a half dozen of Haddonfield�s finest.
�Ummm...what seems to be the problem, officer? she asked, looking up and smiling weakly at the stone-faced, middle-aged police officer whose bulk filled the doorway and whose harsh eyes seemed to burn right through hers.
�Ma�am, we got a report of a suspicious person sneaking around your house, and we�d like your permission to search the property for any signs of forced entry� he stated without inflection, his unkind eyes never leaving hers as he fingered the butt of his sidearm.
Oh shit...I can�t let them do that...think, Kat...THINK!
�Oh...that won�t be necessary, officer� she grinned up at him, trying hard to give the impression of an air-brained teenager. �That �suspicious person� was...my retarded boyfriend just trying to scare me...nothing to worry about...� she laughed, giving the glowering officer the best, brightest, dumbest smile she could manage, considering the current circumstances.
�Is this...boyfriend of yours still on the property, ma�am?� he asked, his thin lips twisting into a near scowl as he withdrew a small logbook and a pen from his side pocket.
�Well, no, he got scared off and ran out the back door when you started pounding on the front...he�s probably already a few blocks away...� she told him, forcing her lips to form a hurt little pout as she gave him what she hoped were puppy-dog eyes. �We were hoping to...well...you know...and he might not come back if all of you kind officers start roaming around in my house...� she grinned sheepishly, hoping the realistic blush that she felt heating her face would give him a clue as to what she was referring to.
�I...see. Well, ma�am, if he does come back, kindly tell him that at this time of year, especially this close to Halloween, we at the Haddonfield Police Department take such reports of suspicious activity VERY seriously. See to it that he knows this.�
She watched him scribble a few brief notes, shoot her a long-suffering look and mutter orders for the other officers to return to headquarters. She remained standing in the doorway, watching to make sure the last of the patrol cars had left the street before closing and locking the door, leaning against the frame as her heart hammered in her chest.
�...I�ve just lied to a police officer...I could have told them what happened to me...but...oh God...please...let him still be in the house...please..." she whispered softly as she slowly turned her back to the door and took a hesitant step forward.
Her body was trembling in anxiety as she imagined Michael jumping out at her from the shadows, and she almost jumped out of her own skin when she forgot about the new table in the front hall and ran right into it, bending down to rub at her knee that had taken the brunt of the table�s hard corner.
When she looked up, her strained mind did not immediately recognize the large, dark shape that filled the doorway to the living room, and it was only when it took a step towards her that she felt her inborn �fight or flight� instinct take over. Before she even had a chance to react rationally, she found herself tearing up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door behind her. Her heart pounded as she backed up against the far wall, staring at the doorknob with wide, frightened eyes, just now picking up Michael's quiet, steady footsteps coming up the stairs.
He stayed...he stayed for me, and I just ran from him...oh God...please make him understand...I want him...but...he still scares me...
Time seemed to stand still as she watched the doorknob turn and the door open, Michael�s familiar silhouette filling the doorway as she trembled in a conflicting blend of fear and desire. Speechlessly, she watched him turn his head and look right at the butcher knife embedded in the desk, his head tilting to the side curiously. A hot wet tear slowly slid down her cheek when she watched him walk slowly into the softly lit room, grab the hilt with a horribly scarred hand, and, with a violent jerk and a loud splintering sound, effortlessly tear it free.
�No...no...� she whispered, feeling all her hopes die as she stared at the knife gripped tightly in his hand, the blade glinting in the soft lamplight.
This...is it...I should have known that what happened was just a one-time thing...I guess...this is just in his nature...but, it was nice to dream, just for a little while...she thought mournfully as she closed her eyes, unable to keep watching as he turned around and walked towards her with his shoulders back and his hands clenched.
She knew the instant he stopped mere inches from her when she could clearly hear his deep, even breathing and actually feel his physical presence, and she simply allowed her body to go limp as she waited for the killing blow. The blow that never came.
What...is going on? I should be dead now...what is he waiting for? Oh God...does he want to see the look in my eyes when he's killing me? Is that it? If that�s what it�ll take, then so be it...I won�t run from him anymore...she thought desolately as she forced her eyes open, looked up, and lost the ability to think.
She had expected anger, rage, something that would have at least given her an idea of what he was planning to do to her, but her ability to think straight was effectively destroyed as Michael�s rich, auburn-brown eyes instantly rooted her to the spot with a look of such piercing intensity it was almost frightening.
He trapped her within that gaze, stripped away all her willpower and left her breathless, and she was only dimly aware of the knife dropping to the carpet. All she could do was whimper mindlessly as he grabbed both her wrists in a firm grip, turned her around and raised them above her head, pinning her to the wall as she let out a long, shuddering sigh of pleasure.
Oh God, yes...this is what I want...what I need...how could I have doubted this...doubted him? she thought regretfully, almost angry with herself that she could have thought that he was going to hurt her.
As she let her body go limp, Michael took full advantage of her sudden passivity to gently trail the fingers of his right down her arm and around to the front of her body, flattening her against the wall with his own when she experimentally strained against his grip.
I know he�s a killer...I shouldn�t be doing this...not with him...but...this is the second time he�s come at me with a knife and hasn�t hurt me...maybe...there really is something about me that�s different...maybe...I don�t have to be afraid? He�s not hurting me now...and...ooooohhh...this feels sooooo good...
She moaned softly as Michael�s large, warm hand briefly cupped her right breast before skimming over her t-shirt, caressing down her belly and coming to rest just above the waistband of her jeans, hesitating, a wave of warmth rippling through her as his rough fingers met her sensitive skin.
�...please...don�t stop...� she whimpered in encouragement as his head dipped down to press the cool, smooth mask against her cheek, his breath becoming a little heavier and hers coming out in short little gasps as his hand slipped into her jeans and under the lace of her panties.
When his fingers tentatively slid down the soft skin and began to slowly stroke along her wet slit, it was only his one hand pinning her wrists to the wall and his strength holding her up that kept her on her feet when her knees nearly buckled.
...ohhhhh God...he's...ohhhhh...I don�t care what he�s done...what he can make me feel, right now...that�s all that matters...
She had to bite down hard on her bottom lip to hold back a pleasure-filled cry as he slowly pushed just the tips of two long fingers into the welcoming heat of her body, his head lowering to rest his chin on her shoulder. However, it was only until she whimpered in desperation and swiveled her hips against him that he finished what he had started, writhing against the solid wall of his body with her breath coming in soft pants as his fingers thrust into her roughly, stroking her deep.
This...can�t be real...I�ve...got to be dreaming...she wondered numbly as she felt the all-to-familiar warmth begin to spread through her lower body, Michael�s fingers sliding into her with more confidence as he tightened his grip on her wrists, his erection warm and hard against her backside.
This is...ohhhhh God...I�m in the arms of a killer, completely...ooooohhh...at his mercy...and...I�m...I�m...ohhhhh God...
Despite her best efforts to remain silent, a wail was torn from her throat as Michael�s fingers suddenly brought her to release faster and more powerfully than hers ever could, her body shaking as he simply held her up, supporting almost her entire bodyweight as he slowly withdrew his hand. His breathing was just a little heavier before he finally let go and took a step back, remaining pressed against the wall for a moment, panting, right where he left her as she slowly regained confidence in her ability to stand without assistance.
When she finally managed to turn herself around, she still felt like her legs wouldn�t hold her, but, out of sheer willpower, forced herself to remain standing.
Oh...my...God...where did...HOW did he learn...THAT? she marveled, still stunned by what had just happened as she leaned back against the wall for support, her body still quivering in the aftershocks of the small but intense orgasm while he simply stood there, watching her.
I�ve...never come so easy before...is it...the potential danger of the situation? The potential danger of him that�s making it easier? Oh God...I�m turning into some kinda freak thrill junkie...
Not trusting herself to touch him just yet (for more than one reason), her legs shook slightly as she took a careful step away from the wall to circle around him, taking advantage of the soft light in the room to get an adequate look at the man that took her breath away just by thinking about him.
He turned with her, keeping her in front of him as she fought the urge to look up into his eyes, knowing that if she met them once more, she would become just as lost in them as she had been the first time. That, and the vacant expression on the mask he wore still made her slightly uneasy. Fortunately, all of her attention now became focused on the dark mechanic�s suit he wore and the innumerable tears, rents and holes that decorated its surface.
Bullet holes...burn marks...tears...cuts...oh God, what he�s been through...how can he still be standing? she wondered incredulously, just imagining what his body must look like if the suit was any indication of what he had survived. I...I don�t care...I have to know...I...have to see for myself...she thought despondently, not really caring what Michael did to her as she took a step towards him and reached for his suit�s heavy, dull brass zipper.
She did not jump when his hand shot forward and caught her wrist in an almost painful grip, she had been expecting it and merely closed her eyes, fighting to find the right words.
�Michael...I...won�t hurt you...I...I�m sorry I hit you, you just scared me, that�s all...please, let me see you...I won�t touch your mask, promise. Trust me...please?� she whispered softly, waiting for any sign that he understood.
For a minute, she just stood there, not moving a muscle as she waited patiently for him. When he slowly released her wrist, she carefully opened her eyes, gingerly bridged the distance between them, grasped the cold metal zipper and slowly pulled it down. She had seen his suit, knew that he had been hurt before, but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw as she pushed back the worn cloth to reveal a veritable record of suffering.
�Dear God...what have they done to you?� she whispered sorrowfully, her trembling fingers parting open the suit to reveal the dozens of scars that adorned his pale, powerful chest, her eyes beginning to tear at the thought of anyone enduring so much pain.
Although she could not identify all of them, she knew enough to be able to recognize bullet and stab wounds, the long, fine lines inflicted by blades of varying sizes and the rough, uneven patches where his skin had been burnt. While some were so old they were barely noticeable, the unmistakable puncture wound high up on his chest near his heart and at least six of the stab wounds were relatively new.
She looked up to meet his eyes, a tear slid down her cheek and her heart nearly broke when she saw the spark of pain that briefly flashed through them.
I don�t care what he does...I have to show him...show him that I�m not afraid...she thought sadly as she slowly brought her hand forward to gently touch one of the long, odd-shaped scars on his chest, jumping a bit when he flinched and took a quick step away from her.
When his back thumped against the wall, she thought that once again she had gone too far like last time when she had reached for his mask. She stilled for a moment, watching his hands clench, but, when he became still, his body relaxing, she slowly stepped forward and ran her fingers in a feather light journey over his scarred skin.
Lingering on some of the larger and more noticeable scars, she quietly sighed in relief as her gentle touch chased away some of the pain in his eyes, but nearly ruined the moment by almost smiling in amusement when she felt him trembling slightly under her touch.
I was right...he hasn�t been touched before...but...it�s completely understandable...she wondered, finding it impossible to imagine anyone reaching out to touch him while he was coming at them with a butcher knife. He�s...so strong...she thought numbly, licking her lips as she ran her fingers over the lean, rippled muscles of his abdomen, feeling them twitch under her touch as she trailed them lower, stroking an old, nearly invisible scar that had been bisected by a smaller, newer one.
His skin...it�s so warm, and...where it�s not scarred or burnt, it�s so soft...she marveled as she raised her right hand and placed the palm flat against his chest, feeling his strong, quick heartbeat, resisting the strong urge to press her cheek against him just to reassure herself that what was happening was not a dream.
She was just about to pull her hand back when she suddenly remembered what she had fantasized about doing to him when she had been in the kitchen, and, with one last prayer that he would trust her with what she was about to do, sank to her knees on the carpet at his feet.
Please...for him...only for him...I have to prove to him that I want him, that I don�t fear him...
She closed her eyes and waited for his reaction, whether it be to shove her away, or something more violent. She focused on slowing her breathing as she waited, but when he took no action against her, she carefully opened her eyes, looked up, and, in that instant, knew that he would never push her away.
Although his eyes still held the faint ghost of pain, something infinitely more powerful, more primal now held him in its grip. As she gently slid her hand down his chest and pulled the zipper down the last few short inches, she knew that he would not, could not stop what she was about to do to him.
She swallowed nervously as she carefully reached inside the warmth of his suit, gently wrapped her trembling fingers around his hard length and freed it, jumping a bit when he suddenly shot his arms out to his sides and flattened his hands against the wall.
He�s...never had anyone touch him in this way...please...let him allow me to do this for him...please...let me do this right...
With one last silent prayer that she knew what she was doing, she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and gently ran the tip of her soft, hot tongue over the head of his cock. His reaction was immediate and almost violent.
His whole body jerked as if shocked, his hands clenched once more and a low, broken moan tore from his throat as he pressed himself hard against the wall, his breathing now coming in fast, ragged pants as he looked down at her in a near panic. Remembering what he had done last night when she had touched his mask, her first and instinctual response was to try to get away from him as fast as possible.
However, she knew, somehow, that no matter what his body language told her, all she needed to do was to look up into his eyes to know that he wanted this just as much as she did. Where before when she had only been able to see pain, they now held a terrible desperation, a need that she only wished she would be able to fill for him.
He killed his sister when he was six, so, he�s probably had no one to touch him for so long...it must have been like a kind of sensory deprivation. It's probably just...overwhelming to have someone touch him...especially like this...but, he didn�t push me away...he�s conflicted, but if he didn�t want me doing this, he would have stopped me, right? she wondered mutely, waiting patiently for his body to relax somewhat before she slowly returned her mouth to him.
His mask muffled his loud moan of pleasure as he threw his head back hard enough to make it thud loudly against the wall behind him, and as she pressed the palm of her left hand against his strong thigh, she felt his body shivering under the suit as she gently lapped along his hard shaft. His hands shook and he sagged against the wall as she reduced his moan to a low whimper, her fingers caressing the silky-soft skin at the base of his swollen cock making him toss his head back and forth as his legs began to tremble.
Oh ya, he likes it...she marveled as she gave a small smile, pleased beyond words that she could elicit such a strong response from him considering that she had only recently learned this...particular skill set.
Last week, when Michael had been spying on her and had cracked the window frame of the downstairs media room, she had been watching the video of a woman doing this exact act, and, since she had never attempted such a thing herself, she had been watching to learn. Now, she was ineffably grateful that she was such a fast learner as Michael�s inarticulate sounds of delight only caused heat to pool low in her body as she continued to torture him in the sweetest way she could think of.
Oh God...I...I never thought that this could be such a turn-on for me...she whimpered in her mind, the combination of the sounds coming from Michael and the sensations bombarding her body almost enough to make her scream as she fought against the powerful urge to drag him to his knees and jump him right then and there.
However, despite the nearly painful ache of raw need building inside of her, the idea of reducing Michael Myers, the Boogeyman, to a whimpering wreck with just her mouth was simply an opportunity she could not pass up.
Forcing her raging libido under some semblance of control and encouraged by his whimpers, she licked and kissed her way up and down his hot length, pausing to lap at the head before gently enveloping him in her mouth. His hips bucked out from the wall and she heard a low keening sound come from his throat as she nearly took him all in before pulling back, unsure for a moment if she would be able to do what the woman in the video had done without hurting either him or herself in the process.
She was just about to try, her lips nearly touching his cock again when he suddenly reached down and hauled her off the floor, forced her back a few feet and took her with him when he fell to his own knees on the carpet. Shocked by his sudden actions, she could only stare helplessly into his wild, unfocused eyes as he forced her onto her back on the carpet and literally tore her pants from her body, the zipper breaking under his powerful grip as he roughly peeled them down her legs and tossed them against the wall.
�Please, Michael...don�t wait...I�m ready for you...please, don't hold back...not with me...�she gasped out, her voice hoarse with need as he gave her panties the same treatment as her pants, literally pouncing on her and holding his body possessively over hers.
When he forced his thigh between her legs, forcing her wide as she lay there under him, she reveled in her newfound thrill of being utterly controlled, utterly dominated in such a manner.
This...is what I�ve been missing...this...feels so good...so...right. Only he could have done this for me...there�ll never be another who could make me feel this way...there never could...never will...
She had only a moment to realize the impact of what she had just admitted to herself before he surged into her, filling her with one hard thrust that bowed her back and opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. The sensations ripping through her were almost overwhelming as Michael began pounding into her relentlessly, her long legs wrapping around his hips instinctively and her arms reaching up cling to his powerful shoulders.
�Please...don�t hold back...I need this...I need...you...I need you...� she choked out, trying her best to keep her voice calm despite the same pain rippling through her now as when he had done this very same thing to her last night.
He�s...big, and I�m not quite sure he knows his own strength...I�ve got to meet him halfway with this, or it�s not gonna be easy...
Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his suit as she forced her body to relax, allowing him to slide in easier and ease some of the pain his large size and rough pace brought. She was still sore from the previous night�s...activities, and it took a minute for the discomfort to give way to a burgeoning wave of pleasure, her legs tightening vice-like around him as he took her right there on the carpet.
Oh God...he�s wild...she wondered distractedly, her body thrumming with pleasure and she wrapped her arms around him, the crest of pleasure rising until she thought she was going to explode.
All she could do was muffle her scream in his shoulder and hold onto him as tight as she could as he quickly brought her a second time, her body going rigid and her nails digging into his back as the second, more powerful wave of pleasure slammed into her. He came moments later, his body shuddering as he gave an unmistakable whimper low in his throat, the bulk of his bodyweight being supported by his forearms as she just lay there, quivering, struggling to think clearly.
�...that was...you�re...oh, wow...� she murmured, unable to think of anything intelligible to say as she felt him soften and pull out of her, her body still feeling like it was floating a foot above the floor.
In the past, she had often felt overwhelming frustration when her current boyfriends had failed to give her what she needed, that blissful release that she had grown to crave. With Michael, however, she suddenly found herself responding to him far more powerfully than she ever could have imagined, her body reacting to his with even the smallest touch.
Her body felt boneless as she allowed her hands to fall to her sides, and, with her mind still fuzzy over what had just happened, failed to recognize the hard object the tips of her fingers encountered on the carpet at her side. It was only until she wrapped her fingers around it and lifted it in front of her eyes that she knew what she was holding, and when she did, her body immediately stilled and her breath caught in her throat. The butcher knife. His knife.
She tried to fight the wave of anxiety that shot through her as she watched Michael�s head wrench up sharply to look at the knife clutched in her hand, his body going rigid as his eyes darkened. When he reached forward and tore it from her grasp, she was forced to take all the fear her instincts were screaming at her and stuff it back down inside of herself, refusing to believe that he would hurt her after what had just happened between them.
He came back for me...he gave me such pleasure...he trusted me...the least I can do is trust him back...I need him, want him so badly...I�ve got to make him know that...she thought, taking a deep breath as she worked up the courage to try to tell him what she felt.
�Michael? Michael...please look at me� she implored softly, tilting her head to the side to seek out his dark eyes with her own, forcing him to look at her as his fingers tightened their grip on the handle.
She searched his eyes for any sign of aggression, any glint of violence, but found only a look that told her everything she wanted to know, and he did not have to say a word for her to be able to figure out exactly what was going on in his mind.
His eyes are so guarded, he�s...waiting for me to fear him...to fear what he�s done...what he could do...he�s testing me...but...I...can�t fear him...I won�t...
With another deep breath and a silent prayer for courage, she reached up and covered his hand that held the knife with one of her own, hoping that she was showing him with her eyes what she was trying to say with her words.
�Michael, I'm...not afraid of you...not any more. I waited for you...I wanted you to come back...needed you to come back...� she said softly, slowly raising her other hand up to place her palm against his cheek, wishing that there wasn�t a mask to separate them. �I don�t care what you�ve done...right here, right now, this is all that matters...you and me...please, stay with me tonight, Michael, just...stay�
Without taking her eyes off his, she gingerly reached down, grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, tugging it off her arms and tossing it beside her pants before she arched up, reached underneath herself and unhooked her bra. When she pulled it off and threw it over her head, she watched his eyes dart down to rake over her fully exposed body, and, when he snapped them back to hers, her breath caught in her throat over the almost predatory glint that flashed through them.
She did not know how long they stayed like that, his eyes burning through hers before he slowly lifted himself off her, the knife dropping once more to the carpet as he came to his feet. She was just about to try to get up when he bent down, placed one arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs and effortlessly lifted her off the floor, ignoring her squeak of surprise as he carried over to her bed and gently dropped her on the soft sheets.
She was very much aware of her own quiet pants as she watched his eyes slowly travel down her body, his eyes widening as she slowly lay back, stretched arms above her head, arched her back and gave a small gasp of pleasure, enjoying his quick intake of breath as he continued to stare down at her.
She was about to reach out to him when she felt her face heat, watching him reach down to smooth a burn-scarred hand over the navy duvet, which, out of sheer coincidence, just happened to match the hue of his mechanic�s uniform perfectly.
�You were...soaking wet last night, so I had to change them...you...must have been standing out there for a while, last night, watching me...weren�t you? They were still wet when I woke up this morning...� she stammered nervously, swallowing loudly when her gaze dropped to watch his cock begin to harden when he turned his gaze back to her naked body sprawled out on the bed.
Eyes up...EYES UP! she screamed at herself, trying to wrench her gaze from his groin to his mask, knowing that she was sporting a full blush by the way her face was burning. Wow...he�s still going strong...and...hard...ohhhhh, pull it together, Kat! Mind out of the gutter! Stop ogling him like a love-struck teenager! she griped at herself, just managing to tear her gaze up his body to his mask, searching out the eyes hidden behind its vacant expression.
Unfortunately, looking into his eyes turned out to be just as distracting as the rest of him. She was at a loss for words. He was standing there, staring at her with his eyes so intense, so focused she almost entertained the idea of jumping HIM, if only to break the tension in the room. However, as she was about to sit up and make the first move, he beat her to it.
Her body clenched in need as Michael, with his eyes still glued to hers, slowly lowered himself to her bed and crawled towards her, a thrill shooting down her spine as he slowly stretched himself out beside her. She shivered delightfully when he reached out and gently trailed his fingers in a delicate path over her breasts, circling the hardened nipples as he touched her just as gently as he had the night before.
�Please, Michael...don�t stop...please, don�t ever stop...� she whimpered as he trailed his fingers lower, her eyes nearly closing as he smoothed over the flat plane of her stomach and circled her navel, a wave of goose bumps following in the wake of his inquisitive touch.
I wonder...if he�d trust me enough to see him without the mask...she wondered hopefully, another thrill moving through her body as she saw Michael�s eyes shift to watch her lick her suddenly dry lips.
�Michael?� she asked hesitantly, waiting until his eyes met hers. �Michael, can you...take the mask off? Please? For me? I want to see you, all of you...�
For a moment he remained immobile, his hand stilling on her body as his eyes widened, but, when he pulled back, lifted himself off of the bed and stood just out of reach, she once more felt the first sting of tears start to form.
�Please no...don�t leave me...not now...� she whispered mournfully, wishing she could take back her words as she sat up and tried to reach out to him.
When he flinched back, not even letting her get close, her throat tightened and she closed her eyes, laying back down on the bed and turning her head away from him and to the side to let the sheets soak up the first tear.
I...never should have asked for such a thing...I never should have...she started to think despairingly, giving up the fight against all the emotions she had tried to repress the entire day when something dropped softly to the sheets right beside her head.
All her thoughts seemed to freeze in her mind as she slowly opened her eyes to stare wide-eyed into the empty eyeholes of the mask that lay a mere inch from her face. His mask.
Her heart was in her throat as she turned her head agonizingly slow, looked up, and instantly lost the ability to think straight. Last night, she had not gotten a chance to see him, really see him, but with what little of his facial features she had seen, she had thought him handsome. And yet now, despite his soft, almost shoulder-length dark brown hair being a mess of tangles and the skin here bearing some of the same kinds of scars as the rest of him, she could not think any less of him.
She burned for him, needed him, wanted him more than any words could possibly describe as she reached out her hand to him. Her chest tightened and she held her breath as she watched him close his eyes, his lips parting to allow a soft sigh to reach her ears as he took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
Her body was trembling as he lowered himself back down on the bed, this time crawling on top of her with his legs straddling her hips and his hands on either side of her head before he opened his eyes and fixed her with a look that stole away all reason from her mind.
He...trusts me...I can see it in his eyes...oh God...there�s no more pain...no more holding back...she wondered numbly as she slowly, carefully propped herself up on her elbows, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips.
When he did not respond, she settled on placing a series of slow, tender kisses along his jaw line, a delightful shiver working through her as he leaned into her touch.
That...he hasn't learned yet...I won't push him...she thought, a ripple of pleasure moving through her as he shifted his arms, his fingers entwining themselves in her long hair as he lowered his body, nestling his hard length between her thighs.
�I...don�t exactly know why you chose me, Michael...but...I�m so happy that you did� she whispered as she delved her hands into the warmth of his suit and under his arms, her fingers grazing down his back and stroking along the smooth lines of almost as many scars here as on his chest.
The moment the words left her mouth, he gave a long, deep sigh, all the tension leaving his body as he slowly closed his eyes and tenderly nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck. She was just feeling the last little bits of tension leaving her own body when she suddenly gasped in surprise, bucking against him when he opened his mouth and not so gently nipped at her shoulder, just close enough to the mark he had left the night before for a small spasm of pain to flare through her.
He�s...a biter...this is...wow...I don�t think I�m really ready for this kind of thing yet...well...unless I�m too damn horny for the pain to be easily overlooked...like...last night...like now...awww hell...if he�s gonna take liberties, I can only hope he can take as much as he can give...she wondered, her lips curling into a small, devious smile as she playfully nipped him back just below his left ear.
She tried and failed miserably to hold back a low chuckle as he quickly jerked his head up, his startled eyes clearly showing a combination of surprise and near indignation as she pulled her hands out of his suit and placed them on either side of his face, her thumbs smoothing over his slightly parted lips.
�Whatever you want to do, Michael...it�s...alright. If it...hurts too much...I�ll just let you know, ok? I trust you...but...some things I�m just not quite used to yet...just...take it easy, ok? Like last night, remember? Slow first, then...I�ll be ready to take whatever you have for me�
His facial features gave no clue as to what he was thinking and he might as well have still been wearing the mask, but, when he lowered his head and delicately grazed his teeth against the side of her neck, his actions spoke louder than any words.
Her hands tangled in his hair and she gave a soft moan as he grazed his lips along her collarbone, a jolt shooting through her every time he gave her a gentle nip, shifting his body on the bed as he slowly worked his way down her body. Unfortunately, when he grazed his teeth over her right nipple and slid lower to puff his hot breath against the sensitive skin of her belly, her mind went into a slight panic.
She was reeling, just the thought of where he had been heading had been enough to sent her senses into overdrive as she reached down with both hands, grabbed a double handful of cloth at the shoulders of his mechanic�s uniform and literally forced him back up her body. However, any form of protest he might have had was instantly quashed as she reached between them, took his cock in a firm but gentle grip and placed it at her slick entrance.
�Please Michael, I can�t wait...I need you...I want...I need you inside of me, now...please...� she whimpered, her mind a whirlwind of emotions as she choked back the urge to let him continue what he had been doing.
...oh God...what I wouldn�t give for him to do be doing that...but...I don�t think I�d survive it in one piece...next time...next time, I�ll let him do whatever he wants...oh God, yes...
His low groan was a match for hers as he braced himself above her on his forearms, his eyes locking with hers as he rubbed himself against her. Unable to take the combined effects of both the teasing and the look in his eyes, she closed her own and let her head fall to the side, her hands reaching back into the suit to cling to his powerful shoulders as she braced herself for his familiar hard thrust.
...what�s...why�s he stopping? What�s wrong? she wondered confusedly as Michael�s body stilled above hers, his breathing becoming slow and controlled as she slowly turned her head and opened her eyes.
Oh...God...he was...waiting for me...to look him in the eyes...he...he wants to watch...oh God...she marveled, speechless as she stared into eyes that were more raw, more open than she had ever seen, and she suddenly knew why he had stopped. He wants to see the look in my eyes when he takes me again...that�s so...incredibly sexy...and...and...oooooooohhhhhhh...
All thoughts were cleanly swept from her mind as Michael, with more patience and control than she had ever thought possible, slowly, gently slid into her, her heart catching in her throat as she allowed herself to become lost in his gaze.
Someone was whimpering, and it took a moment for her to realize that it was her as he finally sheathed himself within of her body, her legs wrapping around his hips and her arms around his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck. Unable to keep looking into his eyes as her emotions breached the surface of her mind, she didn�t fight back a pleasure-filled sob as he rocked himself inside of her, finding all the right spots to put pressure on as she finally, utterly surrendered to her feelings towards him.
I don�t care what happens...what he�s done...what he could do...I...want him, need him...and God help me...I think I�m falling for him...
Time seemed to have no hold on them as he slowly pulled almost out of her to only slide in just as torturously slow as the first time, never picking up speed as he brought her almost to the brink of madness.
He�s...torturing me...he knows damn well what effect he�s having on me...and he�s determined to make me go out of my frikkin� mind...oh God...I can feel it coming again...
She was writhing beneath him as he continued to pump into her with what seemed like inhuman patience, his pace never increasing while her cries became louder and less coherent. It was only when she, in her near-mindless, pleasure-clouded state dug her nails into his shoulders and bit him hard on the shoulder that he picked up his pace, his low, throaty growl only inflaming her senses even more.
Her high, pleasure-filled cry was turned into a long, drawn-out wail as Michael suddenly shifted above her, changing his angle to slide against a small bundle of nerves deep inside of her. As an almost painful spike of pleasure shot through her, he suddenly stilled, and, for a moment, she thought that she had scared him with her outburst practically shouted in his ear.
...ooooooooohhhhhhhhh God...this is...this is...oh God...how? But...
She was just trying to deal with the impact of what had just happened when Michael, with another low growl, suddenly tensed his body and slammed inside of her at the exact same angle as before, a high scream ripping through her throat as he began quickly rubbing over the same spot with deep, short thrusts.
She was dimly aware of the sounds coming from her own mouth as her back arched off the bed and her nails clawed at his back as the mind-shattering orgasm pulsed through her, his own rough cry joining hers as he gave a final, hard thrust that sent them both over the edge.
For a few long minutes, they stayed like that, panting, shivering and thoroughly exhausted before Michael pulled out of her for the last time, drew her body against his and wrapped his arms around her. The tips of his fingers grazed along the side of her face before she curled up in a ball against him, her arms folding against his chest as she drifted off to sleep.
So many years ago, Dr. Sam Loomis had claimed that there was no expression to be found on Michael Myers�s face, but now, right before he drifted off to sleep himself with no one to witness it, a small, barely noticeable smile curled at the corner of his lips.
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Well? Did you like it? I hope so...took me long enough to write it and a few choice words were involved when I would get little bouts of writer's block!
Notes of interest:
1) Yes, I did laugh like an absolute loon when I came up with 'well-hung, knife-wielding nutter' to describe Mikey...it fits...oh yes...
2) I just had to make it a little creepy that he's spying on Kat from the bushes, I love Mikey, BUT...he IS a little creepy, isn't he?
3) The scene where she discovers the cracked windowsill is a direct reference to Reine Seele's fic 'A Violent Necessity', the prequel to the chapter 1 of this fic.
4) Um...ya...as much as I love Mikey, some little part of me just LOVES it when he gets smacked around...so...there you have the explanation for the baseball bat scene...that, and just the idea of Kat whacking him with a baseball bat in the dark is...well...hilarious!
5) Since this fic is supposed to take place after H20, this line is a direct reference and nod to what happened �the unmistakable puncture wound high up on his chest near his heart and at least six of the stab wounds were relatively new�. His sister Laurie got him with the end of the flagpole and stabbed him...what? Six times? Poor Mikey...
6) I had so much fun adding his little �nibbling� quirk...and another little one that is up to you to discover...I snicker every time I think about it...like I do writing this right now...(snicker)
As usual...If anyone sees a typo I may have missed, just let me know, preferably via private message. Thanks! varekai (underbar) darkdragon (at) hotmail (dot) com
Oh ya, If you liked what you just read, please...PLEASE review!
(Loves everyone who reviewed) Thanks! You can't imagine how happy I am that I've made people happy with this fic! One last thing, if anyone is interested in getting an idea of what Kat looks like, look up a picture of the Canadian actress Katheryn Winnick. The fact that my OC's name is Kat and hers is Katheryn is entirely coincidental...but cool!
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