Old Friends

Michael rubbed the back of his neck and coughed nervously. "Me too," he said.

"You haven't said anything about my parents being a god and goddess." he said looking at him curiously trying to gauge his reaction.

Michael looked up at her and smiled. "With your beauty," he said coyly. "I figured."

She blushed again, "No you didn't." she said trying to hide her bashfulness. She had never been shy or bashful in her life.

"Yes I did," Michael grinned as he stood up so he was looking at her. He placed his hand on her cheek, running his fingers through her blonde hair.

She looked up at him with her tri-colored blue eyes, unable to hide her emotions for him anymore.

Michael looked into her eyes as he pulled her closer to him and his lips gently lay on hers.

Her eyes closed as she brushed her lips against his pulling her wings back into her body as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Michael's arms slowly slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

She was now standing on her toes pressing her lips softly against his as he pulled her even closer his arms around her waist.

He lifted her in his arms, so that she was barely touching the ground and smiled as he kissed her passionately.

To his surprise when he lifted her in his arms she lifted her legs wrapping them around his waist, her dress rising up above her knees. She returned the kiss, with one hand becoming entangled in his hair.

Michael's lips parted, teasing her lips and his arms slipped under her legs, holding her up.

Christy took the advantage when he parted his lips and flicked her tongue lightly across his with a skilled nature, yet a touch of innocence to it.

Michael wrapped his tongue around hers as one of his hands stroked her back lightly.

She let out a soft moan, her skin slowly starting to glow as if moonbeams were dancing underneath her skin as she continued to battle his tongue with hers.

Hearing her moan, urged Michael to go further but his brains got the better of him and he set her on her feet, breaking the kiss. He panted slightly smiling at her.,

Christy's skin was still glowing and she was breathing a little heavily blushing and then looked up at him wondering if she had done something wrong. She stood feeling a little unsteady, the kiss having left her weak in the knees.

Michael kept his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "We... We just got into this and I... I don't wanna jump to fast."

"No..." she replied, "I'm the one whos sorry..It was me who started that same thing the night of that huge storm and I could have stopped it when it happened this time..but..but I didn't want to."

Michael stroked her cheek, looking into her beautiful eyes. "It's not your fault," he said. "I didn't want to either.."

"Then don't." she said looking into his eyes almost pleadingly.

Michael placed his hand on her cheek, running his hand through her hair. "I..." he started to say and his voice trailed off as he kissed her again.

As he kissed her, she felt pushed back into the nearest wall, pressing herself against him as she kissed him back.

Michael placed a hand on the wall as he pressed his body against her, deepening the kiss. While one hand rested on the wall, the other stroked her beautiful blonde hair.