To Have and To Hold- FINAL CHAPTER

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Author's Note: As hard as it is to believe- this story is now coming to an end. Thank you for reading and following along for over two years (as it was on hiatus for a while). Originally, I had intended to leave this one darker and realistic. But then, at some point, I changed my mind. Hey- well know what really happened. So, I let fanfiction take its course. :)  Please excuse typos and errors as I hope to catch them over time. I wanted to have this one complete.  So, enjoy, and thanks again for following along.  ~Erika 

August 29, 1998 South Africa

“Stop it!” Lisa protested and tried to knock Michael’s fingers away blindly.  At least she thought she had detected a feather light touch on her shoulders and down her spine that might originate from those magic digits.  Not that she minded all that much, as it went perfectly with the dream she was clutching to with all her might.  A dream in which he was touching her in all the right ways…and all the right places.  And not only with his fingers…

“Stop what?”  Now she felt a light kiss placed on her shoulder blades, accompanied by his hair tickling her. Ok, she was pretty sure he was the evil-doer waking her just before she was able to reach her climax with him.  How dared he! It was a tough choice- hang on to the dream or allow him to wake her all the way, knowing reality could be oh so fulfilling.

Michael started singing the song he had been playing with since they first had been making love he planned to call Break of Dawn:

“Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine
You and me, makin’ love all the way through another night…”

God, that voice…his touch…his warmth next to her. The delicious soreness still between her legs.  Heaven!

Time to play a bit herself.

“Which is why I’m tired. So, stop waking me. I was dreaming.”  Yawning, she stretched, being very aware she kicked the rest of the sheet covering her behind off her.

“I don’t want the sun to shine I wanna make love…”

Lisa smiled into her pillow.  He was not playing fair. His fingers and his soft voice brought her body right back to the memories of last night, the magic of her dream, and the possibilities of a new morning.  A new rising- and not only of the son.  Her body immediately released another batch of butterflies into her belly.  Still, he didn’t need to know what a total slave to him she was…his head already was big enough.

“Well, I wanna keep dreaming, so shush!”

“Hm, hm, hm..I think I’m dreaming, too, baby. I got this fine ass woman in my bed and she is all mine to touch…” His fingers played her spine and then ran up her sides to her shoulders, massaging her there in lazy circles, dipping lower and lower every time.

Lisa sighed and watched him from beneath lowered lashes.  God, would she ever get tired of waking up next to him?  Admiring his flushed face, being bathed in the sparkle in his eyes? Not likely.

“…and kiss…” He bent forward again, kissing the places he had previously mapped with his hands, using his lips and his tongue, as well as little bites to evoke goosebumps all over her body. Lisa felt her nipples tightening underneath her at the same time as the familiar tightening in her belly, causing ripples of warmth and moisture further down below. She squirmed, then smiled.  Oh yeah, she was already all nice and wet- the dream had seen to that. 

What a lovely way to start of the day.  Oh shit…she almost had forgotten.  Today was not just any day.  She smiled as she glanced up at him.

“Hey, you. Happy Birthday. My fabulously forty year old!”  Lisa rolled over and grabbed his arms, pulling him down to her.

Michael laughed lowly as he made sure to not land completely on her.

 “That’s right. It’s my birthday, and I been waiting and waiting. Watching you just sleep the day away like we ain’t got nothing else to do.  Making all kinds of sexy sounds, moving around like someone’s giving it to you good.”

And he was speaking the God’s honest truth.  He had been watching her for a while now after she wiggled against him, making his morning hard on almost painful.  Initially, he had harbored every honorable intention, too, knowing she needed her sleep before the babies would up and demanding attention.  Their babies.  Just the thought made him feel all gooey inside.  Prince was now more than a year and a half old and Paris just turned four months.  Riley and Ben had grown to be amazing older siblings, just as he knew they would. Initially, it had taken Ben a moment or two to get over not being Lisa’s baby anymore, but then it had dawned on him that he was now the big guy in the house and that thought seemed to have brightened his life. Plus, as he had said- the new babies were all very good news, as Riley could boss them around now.

So far, so good. Now only one thing was missing, and his patience was just about running on empty on that issue.  Lisa still had not married him, despite the fact that he had finally been able to appease Deb’s never-ending demands and schemes.  He cringed, thinking back to the never ending negotiations and tearful encounters that had left him nothing but cold and nauseous.  Finally, Lisa, seemingly even more exasperated than him, and not being all that calm and reasonable due to all those pregnancy hormones, had demanded to have a meeting with Deb alone.

Fearing the worst, he had stalled, not wanting his soon to be born baby to grow up motherless as Lisa was surely going to jail for murder- while his other son would be minus a birthmother and his real Mom. Who, by the way, looked probably horrible in prison orange. Not that murdering Deb would have been anything but justifiable homicide. Still. He was pretty sure Lisa was going to have Deb for a snack and spit out her bones.

 In the end, he had no clue what Lisa had said to Deb, but when they both had emerged from the conference room, Deb had looked pale, her eyes puffy and red, while Lisa had a sly smile playing around her sexy little mouth.  A day later, his attorney called with news that Deb signed the paper and had made no further demands. When he had asked Lisa what magic wand she had knocked Deb over the head with, she only replied that he would not want to know.  And, as so often, she was dead on.  All that mattered was that the nightmare was over, that he was divorced, and that he had full custody of Michael Junior, with Deb giving up all parental rights.

And today, today, thing were finally going to be set right as Lisa was legally adopting Prince.  Which, by the way had been pretty tricky, given they were not married yet.  She really had to stop being stubborn and take the plunge with him. What the heck was she waiting for?  Well, it was difficult being overly mad at her as she laid there all sexy and naked, her butt and the sensual sway of her back bringing to mind when he had pounded into her from behind last night till they both exploded. And now she had turned around and her nipples called out to be kissed and sucked. He felt his hard-on throb, having been calling out for her soft body for a while now. So, he had been patient…kinda..

“Maybe someone was giving it to me good…which is why I didn’t wanna wake up.  At first I thought a pesky fly had gotten in, but no…I should have known it’s someone ultimately peskier than that.”

Michael smiled proudly, his gaze dropping from her eyes to her mouth, her already tightening nipples, and then back to her lips.

“Yep- I’m about to get my present. So be a good girl and kiss me already.”

Lisa raised her arms and locked them behind his neck, pulling him closer still.  The look on his face was all kinds of sexy: playful, cute, a smile on his lips, and fire in his eyes. She kept her gaze on him, even as her vision was getting fuzzy, and he also didn’t break contact.  Their favorite game…who would blink first. Or close their eyes. The thing was, they usually forgot who won as they got too busy tasting and exploring each other.  Lisa felt the familiar jolt racing up and down her spine as she kissed him, showering him in little pecks, while her hands went exploring over his broad shoulders and muscled back.  God, nothing was better than feeling his toned body all hot and hard against her. Down to the impressive ridge pressing against her leg now.  Someone woke up nice and happy. She could barely wait to wrap her hand around him, to take him into her mouth, and to finally have him fill her and take her to another galaxy.  Her very own Starlight Express.  She smiled, knowing he would any second now, get tired of the little playful contacts.  He was all for torturing her, but he could be downright impatient when she was the one drawing things out.

Sure enough, after several seconds, he growled and grabbed her, flipping her over, so she came to rest on top of him, while he took her face in both hands, holding her still.

“Now, will you kiss me for real? It’s my birthday! Evil woman!”

His mouth met hers in that hungry way she adored and she felt his teeth against her, his tongue demanding entrance, which she only too happily granted.  Michael’s one hand was not fisted in her hair, while the other snuck between them, first holding her a breast in his large hand, then plucking her nipple, making little fireballs shoot through her.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, while keeping the dance of their tongues active, feeding off his breath and taste.  Michael moved on to torturing her other breast, making sure her other nipple was as hard and aching as the one he had just worked. 

Michael felt as if he was getting drunk fast; intoxicated by the warm, pliant, sexy little woman on top of his body.  He knew her every sound and most of her moves, and still he could simply not get enough of her.  Lisa had been worried he would not be into her as much during her pregnancy or after, but damn, had she been wrong.  He could not get enough of her rounding body.  And knowing he felt their baby when they were connected at the deepest level was a feeling unlike any other he had ever experienced. 

After their precious little girl was born, giving them both a crazy scare when things went haywire during the birth, had could simply not wait to be with her again sexually.  Of course, he made sure they waited the prescribed six weeks, despite Lisa finding all kids of other ways to initiate games they could play without going all the way.  Well, actually, he might have had a part in all that as well.  Michael smiled, thinking about how they got to recreate early dating and all the naughty things that could be done without going all the way. 

When they finally had been allowed to make love again, he could tell they both had been scared initially.  He was afraid he would hurt her, and she was freaking out about being rounder than before.  He had made sure he took her away from the madness that could erupt around the kids and they had a perfect weekend in Hawaii, during they had once again rediscovered that none of their fears mattered once that spark was ignited.  God, he had thought he would die, getting to glide into her body again, knowing she had given him the most precious gift of all, and that they now were united forever.

United like he wanted to be now.  His hands returning to her now flushed face again, he left her mouth, trailing kisses down her throat, licking and sucking that spot where he could feel her rapid heartbeat.  Lisa wiggled on him, and her leg pressed against him, massaging his throbbing cock. God, he should have just slid into her earlier, when he knew full well she was probably dreaming of being fucked.  It would not have been the first time…he loved watching her wake up as he was already moving against her moist heat, making her cum before she was fully awake.

“God, you’re so hard baby. Seems it gets bigger and harder with every year.”

“It will as long as I get to wake up to this sexy mama at my side. Gosh, girl…come here. I need to taste you some more.”

Michael grabbed Lisa’s arms and pulled her up so she came to sit astride him.  Shit! She was so wet! He could feel her sex pulsing all hot and swollen against his belly. Lisa grabbed him and kissed him with a greedy, openmouthed kiss, before she stared at him hotly, pulling his head down to her breasts.  It seemed her nipples had gotten even more sensitive since the birth, as he had been able to make her cum numerous times just by sucking and biting her.  That thought made his mouth water and he lapped at both the puckered peaks presented to him, placing little bites around her areola, then the soft swell of her breast, enjoying her deep moans and sighs.

“Michael…” she whimpered, squirming more, her hand leaving his head, reaching between them.  Michael took in his breath sharply and bucked up against her.

“What you want, baby girl?”  He licked the turgid tips again, blowing on them, enjoying her little cry and her shiver. 

Lisa swallowed hard.  She was being swept along a stream of fire and ice, needing to feel him against her, needing to hold what she felt pressing against her.

“Suck them hard, baby…please…”

Michael laughed, and she enjoyed his breath against her wet, sensitive skin.  Oh, yeah, but two could play this game!

When her fingers closed against his hot steel, her eyes few open and she was met by the backdraft of the dark inferno in his own.  She applied the pressure he liked and he, at the same time, took her nipple into his mouth, tugging first gently, then using his teeth.  When she thought she could not stand the painful bliss any longer, he backed off, his lapping against the puckered skin, soothing the sting, before moving on to the other side, making her hold her breath again.

She knew she would not last long this morning. She had already been too high from the dream, and now, feeling him in her hand, pumping him, while he tortured her boobs, she was well on her way on the little trip into the sun.

Backing off a bit, prolonging her pleasure, she scooted down his legs.  “Hey!” He protested, having lost her breasts to play with.

“Lay back, Daddy. Let me make you feel good…it’s your birthday after all.”

“Shit, Lise…you make it feel much better, Imma gon’ blow. I love to feel your hot, wet pussy against me…oh shit…”

Suddenly speechless, he reclined as Lisa had made her journey down his body, kissing and biting his nipples, nipping at his tight abs, inserting her tongue into his sexy belly button, watching him squirm beneath her.  All the while, Lisa kept the pressure on his magnificent cock, holding him firm, feeling him throw in her hand, delighting in the wetness of his precum as she stoked him from the base to the tip.  Her tongue traced the line from his navel to his scrotum, delighting in the salty taste of his developing sweat.  Michael arched up against her hand, his moans now driving her crazy, making her pussy weep for him, clenching muscles that could not wait to be stretched by his rod. 

Lisa sat back slightly, as he spread his legs for her.  Her free hand cupped his balls, now high and tight against him and she bent forward, making sure to let her hair tickle his thighs.  Looking up, she was aware of Michael’s eyes burning into her, his mouth slightly open, his lips wet, his face flushed.  She winked at him, then bent forward, while her hands kept massaging his balls and pumping his dick. 

Her mouth watered being so close to him, inhaling his musky scent, knowing she was about to give him a nice little birthday present. Licking her lips at first, she kept eye contact with him as he moaned her name once more.  Her tongue finally darted out and she licked the length of his hardness from the base to the tip, circling around once, taking in the escaping drop of escaped fluid.  When she licked down his shaft, she felt him hold his breath and she licked lower, letting her warm mouth play with this testes, while the penis in her hand felt as if it was about to erupt.  She sucked on the tight balls, rolling them around, watching his belly rise and fall faster.

“Holy fuck…girl…you’re gonna make me cum…shit…”

Lisa sat back and bent forward, easing the pressure on him slightly, kissing his lips, as he greedily engaged her mouth, taking the opportunity to fondle her aching breasts once more.  Lisa broke away, and kissed another trail down his body, until she arrived at his straining cock once more. She looked at him, never getting tired of marveling at his girth and length..at the veins standing out and pulsing, at his glistening, sensitive exposed head.  Leaning forward, she used the tip of her tongue to lick the mushroom tip gently, watching him shiver and strain.  Lisa noticed beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Girl..,” he growled at her as her tongue dipped into the little hole, delighting in his taste.

“What?” She licked him once more, then held him lose to her mouth, knowing he needed her to take him into her hot heat.

“Turn that ass this way. I wanna taste that dripping pussy…not fair you get to have all the fun…”

Lisa laughed and obliged every so slowly, making sure she gave him a nice show, then straddling his torso, her aching cunt now so close to him she could feel his hot breath. 

“Now, suck it, girl. Give me all you got while I make sure you’re gon’ see stars.”

Lisa descended on him, taking him in as far as she could, making him hold his breath as her hot, soft mouth closed over him and her tongue rasped against him, driving him mad.  At the same time, he spread her ass cheeks, watching the flower of her sex exposed to him. She was so gorgeous there: all swollen, pink, and wet; and shaved clean just like he liked it now.  Michael kneaded the skin of her globes with pressure, loving to observe the red forming under his hands.  Pulling her close, his tongue darted out and he traced her dripping rim, watching her muscles clench as she moaned against him, assaulting his already taxed nerves as the soundwaves added to the oral pleasure she was flooding him with.

Michael touched her pussy and played at the opening, his fingers and tongue teasing and rubbing against her, urged on by her moans and her gyrating movements. Gosh, he loved to taste her when she was aroused like this, drinking her spicy essence. During all his administrations, he was careful to only pass her pulsing, distended clit in passing, feeling how close she was, aiming to torture her just a bit longer.  The plan was to make her cum hard, but hold back himself, so he could bury himself inside her when she was still pulsing and at maximum heat.  Of course, the way she was sucking and licking him, strumming his every nerve, he was not so sure it was humanly possible to hold off erupting in her sweet mouth.  Just the thought of his hot cum shooting down her throat, some of it escaping her lips, his tip touching her throat, was about enough to tip the scale. 

Instead, he concentrated on her some more. He entered her with first one, then two fingers, making sure he touched the little rippled spot inside as she cried out against him again. Hell...this was really difficult today.  Finally, he gave up all restraints, planting his mouth on her dripping cunt, drinking her, fucking her deeply with his tongue, nipping at her clit.  His hands were once again on her ass, spreading her, having her all open to him.  He felt her breathing catch and her whimpering increase, knowing he approached the danger zone.  At the same time, she took him in as deeply as she could and he felt her throat as he moved against her, his pelvis not able to hold still any longer, and he fucked that sensual mouth and those pouting lips closed around him like a vice. 

When he used the pouring juices to lubricate her puckered hole, and first massaged then entered her tentatively with one finger, he felt her tighten.  She bucked against him, and when he sucked her clit hard into his mouth, using his teeth to add stimulation.  Lisa screamed his name, and he felt her body go into spasm as he continued to lick and kiss her, fingering her ass at the same time.  God…all kinds of good ideas came to him..things they had not done in so long. Not since they were married before.

Lisa was still climaxing, flooding him with her hot juices, but now once again returning to sucking him- this time way deep and with an added tug at the end that made it impossible for him to hold back.

“Lisa back, off, baby…oh…gosh…fuck…” She had reached around and grabbed his balls again, tugging and massaging, as she seemed to swallow his dick, moaning against him still.  She had been holding him with one hand, but now let go and pulled his ass to her, not giving him a way to pull back.  Oh shit! It was all too much.  Liquid fire started in his brain and raced down both sides of his body: his spine and his belly, meeting in the middle.  The resulting eruption was almost painful, and he became hitched to the molten tail of a comet as he raced across the sky, the light of passing stars exploding under his eyelids.  He knew he had cried out her name and he knew he was still moving against her, not seemingly able to stop the jets of hot cum.  Lisa swallowed and the sensation prolonged his orgasm.  When he finally glided back down to earth, slowly like a feather drifting through pink clouds, he reached down with his last ounce of strength, pulling her against him, kissing her, enjoying exchanging the flavor of their love.

“You’re gonna kill me one day.” He smiled as he kissed her nose, then her forehead, with ringlets of hair plastered to it.  His little woman looked like she had quite the workout.  His heart swelled with joy. 

“Happy Birthday, Mikey.”  She looked like a Cheshire cat- full of hidden glee.

“You just don’t play fair, you know?” He pulled her against him, holding her close, delighting in the beating of her heart against him.

“How so?” He felt her smile against him before she kissed his chest, making him giggle.

“My plan was to lay you out after I make you cum and fuck you good. I really wanted to be inside of you when I make you go off again.”

“Well, the day is young, birthday boy,…and maybe we feel like celebrating later.”

Lisa beamed up at him, her smile making her the sexiest thing he had ever seen.  There was also something in her eyes giving him pause. She was grinning as if she had a secret.

“Of course we will celebrate later. You are officially going to be the legal mother of our son.”

“Yep.”  There it was again. Another glimmer of something.  Alarm bells went off and his eyes narrowed, trying to read her intent.

“What?”

She laughed that time. “What, what?”

“You look like you got some secret or something. Remember, no secrets.”

“It’s your birthday. I’m allowed to have secrets.”

He furrowed his forehead making a face. “I don’t like surprises.”

Lisa burst out laughing. His face was too funny.  Even as the flush from his climax was still painting him as the sex god he was to her. Well, and the rest of the world. But right now, he was all hers. And those moments were precious and unique- not to be share with anyone.  God, and that fire in his eyes still.  When he came, she thought she would die from pride of being the one making him let go like this.  And from being amazed she had it in her after he about took her breath away causing her to climax so hard she felt like passing out.  Well…he was about to be even more surprised today.  If he liked it or not. And he better like it after all her planning.

“Bullshit! You love surprises!”

“Ah, no…Only if I’m the one in charge of doing the surprising.”

“Control freak!”  She snuggled against him once more, trying to steal another moment or two before one of the kids would make them leave the bed.  It was a miracle they had enjoyed as much time as they had.

“Well, you normally don’t seem to mind. Not when I got you shackled to the bed and tied up…”

“Hm…That reminds me, we have not played that in a while.  How ‘bout we keep that on the backburner for that celebration later. I even might ask you to do some forbidden lurid things to me...”  Her body warmed, remembering how he had touched her earlier. 

Michael blushed even as his eyes heated up some more, darkening to that hot chocolate hue she adored. Before he could reply, there was a small knock on the door.

“Mommy! Michael! I’m sorry to wake you. I know I promised to let you guys sleep in, but Paris won’t stop fussing and no one can make her stop, so Janet suggested to get Michael.”

“The baby probably interrupted Dunk’s beauty sleep,” Michael pouted, then called out for Riley to give them a minute to get ready.

Lisa kissed him one more time, then swung her legs out of bed. “Okay, time to face the music. Or our families.”

“What exactly is music about them?  I mean, other than or kids?  And maybe my Mom. They are more like random, off key, unharmonized…”

“Michael! You are so bad! Unharmonized?” Lisa laughed at his word creation.

“Yeah, well, I almost forgot we’re here with all of them…maybe we should have left after Jan’s concert last night?” 

They had flown the whole family to South Africa to attend Janet’s concert. And, since the adoption was officially going into effect today, they also had flown legal staff with them.  An expensive little excursion.  But also a perfect cover.  Lisa smiled again, trying to hide her excitement from Michael, as she pulled on her track pants and a t-shirt.

“I saw that, you know!” 

Of course, he did. This was so funny. 

Wearing her best poker face, she turned back to Michael, who was sitting on the bed, watching her intently.  He was so adorable when he got a scent of something and would not let go.  Well, too bad. This was her surprise and she was not going to let him spoil it.

“Saw what?”

“Lisa Marie Presey! You’re really gonna piss me off if you keep things from me.”

He looked so cute all flustered and pissy.  And yes, he was a gorgeous control freak.  Well too bad. She had said things were going to happen on her time table. And she had decided it was time. 

“You can punish me later. During our celebration.”

Michael rolled his eyes, but was distracted from further protests by the loud, and unmistakable cry of their daughter.  And his sister’s whining.

“Michael- Lisa! Can I come in? Your child here is being a moody little diva and no one has any clue how to make her not break our ear-drums. Dang! Some genes should just not be combined!” 

Michael opened the door and faced his flustered sister holding his red-faced little angel. 

“Gosh, Dunk. No wonder you don’t have kids.  You just ain’t got no patience! Give her here.”

As soon as the little cutie pie was in his arms, an instant shut-off button must have been hit.  Tears still streaming down her face, her little chest still heaving with sobs, Paris gifted her Daddy with the most sparkling smile.  Once again he had to think how this perfect little gift resembled both her parents. She had dark hair and his dark eyes, but her mother’s chin, mouth, and nose. And attitude, at times.  As always when holding her, warmth flooded  him and he kissed her gently as she grabbed his cheeks.

“That little turd! She’s been torturing us all morning, and not even mother could calm her down. Now look at her.”

“That’s cause Daddy has the magic touch, right Lisa?” Michael smirked at Lisa who blushed.

Janet rolled her eyes. “You two make me sick. Can you just get it over with and get sick of each other, please?  That constant look you give each other bodes not well for the state of the world’s overpopulation problem.”

Lisa laughed, bending over to kiss her precious little girl, who finally noticed Mommy was around as well and also smiled and laughed at her with her gorgeous toothless grin. This surely was a great start to a day that held the potential to make all her hopes and dreams come true.

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Hours later, the family was assembled in the garden of the rented villa for the adoption party, and Lisa and Michael had just signed the papers giving her full legal rights to be called the mother of Michael Jackson Junior, known by the family as Prince.  As always, Prince was cuddled up in Lisa’s lap, snuggled against her, holding his blanket in one hand and a lock of her hair in his other. Michael held Paris and sat with a rare feeling of total peace, watching Lisa kiss their son, knowing that all his dreams were finally coming true.  When he thought of all the heart ached and pain they both had to go through. Talk about baptism by fire.  If only she would agree to marry him, his life would be perfect. He had not brought the subject up recently, as he didn’t want to seem pushy, but now he felt it was time to once again apply some pressure. 

He bent toward Lisa. “Hey, baby, girl…when are you gonna make an honest man out of me?  I mean, we got these kids now…don’t you think it would help if we made it all real legal?”

“You think so?”  Lisa smiled at him, her answer stunning him momentarily.  What? No fight? No arguments?  No eye-rolls?  The usual objections? Was she sick?

Lisa picked up Prince, kissed him, and handed him to his mother who suddenly had an odd look on her face. What was going on here?  Was it him or were people acting full on weird all of a sudden?  For his family, weird was normal, but today, they were extra odd today.  Which said a lot.  Janet walked up to him and took Paris.  Looking at her face, he suddenly was convinced that something was indeed about to go down.  Oh bother.  It must be time for the dreaded birthday surprise.  He had hoped since his mother, who still was an observant Jehova’s witness, was present, he would escape the birthday thing.  He had no problem celebrating in private, but big parties honoring his day still made him feel very uncomfortable. 

Lisa, who looked amazing in her cream white, flowing dress, rose and, grabbing his hand, pulled him up with her.  Oh shit. He knew it sounded odd, but as much as he was used to performing before thousands of people, he still felt funny being in the center of attention at smaller gatherings.

“Lisa…what are you doing?” he whispered, trying to keep a fake smile in place.

“Chill…” she whispered back to him, while looking at his father, who very helpfully barked for everyone to be quiet.

Michael flinched. Oh no, his father was involved?  This couldn’t be  good…

Lisa laughed a bit nervously.

“So, thank you all once again for joining Michael and our family on this special day. But the festivities are not over- not till, till I ask this guy here something pretty important.”

She turned to him, and he stared at her without any clue what this little speech was about.

What ever happened to keeping things private and between the two of them, Miss Lisa?

Michael scanned his mind, wondering if he had done everything important she had asked him lately for which she possibly would want to garner familial support. A new house, maybe?  Shoot- no- if his family heard that, they’d want to move in, as well.  A puppy? 

Interrupting his musings, Lisa took his hands, facing him.  Her eyes were big and full of light, her hair framing her face, being blown about slightly by the wind, and she never had looked more beautiful to him

“Michael. I…I love you so much.  You don’t even know. Today, you gave me the most amazing gift: you allowed me to share your son with me.  I mean, you’ve been great about sharing the whole diaper changing and feeding thing with me already, but now I get to be his Mom for real.”

Michael laughed and his face softened.  “You are welcome, my love. You rock the diaper changing world, and I thought it only fair to share.”

Lisa leaned forward and kissed him, laughing, as did their guests.  Then she turned serious again.

“Well, it also is your birthday, and I have been wrecking my brain about what to give you after you have given me the most amazing gift- our daughter, our son, and our family.” 

Lisa had trouble speaking now, and he could tell she was close to tears.  As he looked over at Riley and Ben who seemed all excited and bouncy, he also realized how choked up he was becoming.  Especially, since it was so unlike Lisa to go out public with her feelings like that.

“There is something you have been asking me to do.  Something I have been wanting to do for so long- and something that we once had and we stupidly let float away from us.  It’s funny how something I have wanted so badly all this time, also scared the living daylights out of me.  But Michael, when you asked me to legally be Prince’s mother, I knew this…us…we were for real, and I knew I had to return the trust you put in me.  No, wait, it’s not that I have to- it’s that there is nothing else that I want more.”

Oh Gosh…he started to have a hunch what all of this might be about and his heart started to leap out of his chest and beat in his throat erratically.  At the same time he clung to Lisa’s hands and dove into her eyes, trying to grab her heart.  She looked so open, so full of love, so absolutely stunning. 

Could it be?  Could she possibly mean that… Now? Without a warning?  No, it couldn’t possibly mean that? Surely not now…Don’t get your hope up, man. She probably will formally agree to marry you at some point.  An official engagement. There’s no way anything else is going down. 

He noticed his hands were sweaty- as were hers. 

“So now, on this day that is special because we are officially a family and because it’s your birthday, and because most of our loved ones are with us, I have a very important question to ask you: Michael Joe Jackson, will you make me the happiest woman on earth and marry me…today?”

His eyes flew open and he stared at her, not daring to breath, fearing he would wake up and find this was all some crazy dream.  He words floated down to him like the most precious feathers and he was almost afraid to speak, knowing he’d stir them and make them disappear.

“Today? I mean….how…man, whow...” he finally managed to squeak out.

“Michael, I love you. I think I always have loved you.  I know we hurt each other like mad and I know we fought real hard to do better this time around. You told me there are no guarantees other than the fact we love each other. Shoot, I think you told me a thousand times to be brave. And you know what- I’ll actually tell you you’re right- just don’t get too used to it. But yeah, I need to be brave. So, will you please marry me today? And before you say no, I just wanna say it took a whole lot of planning to get everything ready for this. I mean, I know you don’t like surprises, and I know this is sudden...”

“Do I get a minute to respond?”  He interrupted her words that started to tumble from her lips at record speed.  Their friends and family around them laughed. 

Michael looked over at his mother who had tears in her eyes and nodded at him quietly.  Janet looked as if she had just won a million bucks, and even Jermaine, who surprisingly had flown in looked happy and smiled ear to ear.  Well, he was probably here for the free food.  But still, Michael had wondered why some of his siblings had suddenly appeared. Shoot, he suddenly glanced around, fearing Priscilla might also suddenly pop up, but so far no broom could be detected.

Michael suddenly was aware of the deathgrip Lisa had on his hands and the sudden hesitation in her eyes.  Yeah, she was being brave, and he knew scenes like this were so not her thing.  But was she really worried?  Gosh! Didn’t she know?  Did he want to marry her?  Was the pope Catholic?  Holy shit…

Lisa’s mouth dropped open, then shut a gain, her face flushed. “Yes, please…go ahead.”

“Lisa- I can’t even count the times I have asked you, no begged you, to marry me.  So, before you change your mind, yes, of course I marry you. Where do I sign?”

Applause erupted and Lisa grabbed his face, kissing him.  Lost in the kiss and tasting her tears, he also felt the hugs on the side, and found Riley and Ben stuck to him, doing that little bouncy hugging thing he knew so well.  Michael kissed Lisa one more time, then went down on his knee, looking at Ben and Riley seriously.  He took each of their hands.

“Okay guys, let me make this official. Benjamin, Danielle: I couldn’t love you two any more if you were my flesh and blood.  And I love your Mommy so crazy much. So, I am asking you for your Mommy’s hand in marriage.  It just wouldn’t be right without making sure this is alright with you two.”  He looked up at Lisa who was wiping a tear away.

Ben stared at him for a moment: “Why do you want Mommy’s hand?”

Riley elbowed her brother and blushed, “Ben, don’t be silly. Michael wants to marry Mommy and he’s asking if it’s okay with us.”

Ben shrugged, “Oh, sure.  Yeah, that’s fine.  Can you make French toast for us every Sunday?”

Michael laughed.  Conditions…guess it ran in the family. 

“Benjamin!” Lisa laughed.

“What? I just wanna make sure, Mommy.”

“Riley?”  Michael looked at the little blond version of Lisa and her blue eyes looked at him very seriously. 

“You know we love you Michael.  We just wanna be a family again. For real.  And for good this time.”

Gosh, once again, it struck him how deep the wounds of the past ran not only in him and Lisa, but also in the children who had been the collateral damage in their battles. Well, he would spend the rest of his life correcting what had gone wrong and doing differently.

Lisa could barely hold back the tears, seeing Michael on his knees, asking her older babies for permission.  Well, he could not very well ask her mother, as Priscilla had refused to be ‘part of this new version of your madness’ as she had termed it.  Her mother had considerably softened up since having an absolute fit after she was informed of Lisa’s pregnancy, and Lisa had cut off all contact for a while.  Their relationship was slightly better now, but still not warm enough to defrost ice-cream.  Or that shriveled away heart Lisa knew her mother once must have had beating hot and full of love in her chest.  Priscilla had been by to visit her granddaughter, and Michael put up a good enough show for the benefit of Lisa.  He had stated he would be ‘tolerant’ as long as she, Lisa, or their babies were not being hurt.  Her mother had, also been civil- meaning she had basically ignored Michael’s sulking presence right there in the middle of the room, which was fine by him.  Still, Lisa knew she could not expect miracles, and her mother, if nothing else, had to keep up appearances of being against all of this. A zebra could not change her stripes over night. Not that zebra anyway.

Surprisingly, Danny, on the other hand, changed his tune, almost giving her whiplash, as he suddenly supported her wishes. When Lisa had addressed his sudden change of heart, he had simply said that he had always wanted what was best for her, and most importantly what was best for Ben and Riley.  As he had put it, fighting against what was clearly making everyone happy was simply crazy, and he would support her as long as the kids were not getting hurt. 

Lisa had made another change recently, this one considering the Church: before Paris was born, she had officially informed them she was no longer a member.  Danny had not been quite as supportive of that move, but he also did not follow the church demands to cut off all contact with the suppressive person who was the mother of his children.  As a matter of fact, Lisa could be wrong, but he also had taken a step back.

Of course, leaving came with fear.  She had been around too long and knew full well how the organization was run and how they maintained their membership rosters: Blackmail, fear, and veiled threats.  With fingers in many high reaching cookie jars, they convinced everyone that no one was untouchable.  And they made it their business to know and explore each and every vulnerability.  Each real or perceived Archille’s heal had a triangular target painted in blood.  And hers had always been her love for her children- and for Michael.

 

Leaders had called her in one final time after he checks stopped coming, threatening her in their smarmy, hidden way, indicating that they could and would very well use what she had told them in debriefing sessions about her and Michael.  Lisa has stood her ground, basically telling them to go and fuck themselves.  Inside, however, she had been in convulsions and close to passing out from worry if they’d follow through.  Why oh, why had she done it? How in the world had she not noticed all the brainwashing? Talk about regret and self-loathing! How had she followed that idiotic doctrine so long?  And why had she so blindly followed the command to spill her guts about so many private things.  Yes, she had been weak and they had taken advantage of her labile state after Michael married Deb, but still…  She should have been stronger and seen what had been behind all their fake concerns.  After all, she never had felt better after divulging what should have been private.  Only worse and like a total piece of shit.

She had shared her fears with Michael and he had been very quiet for several hours, making her fear the worst.  He was so private and the last thing he needed was new hoopla about his private life.  Them getting back together and ‘poor’ Debbie being ‘duped’ had been bad enough.  Finally, he found her sitting out under their favorite tree. She had not been able to stay inside, waiting for him to render his verdict, as the clocked ticked by precious minutes.

“What did you do? Tell them lies?”

“No. Just the truth. You know…stuff…private stuff.”

“About my business?” His eyes were narrowed now.

His business? No, she had never, ever told them anything about that. Not that she knew much anyway. He had made it very clear that he didn’t want anyone sharing his business responsibilities.

“No, about our private life…our.. you know…sexlife and stuff like that.”

His eyes widened.

“You told them about our sexlife?”

The shame and regret cursing again though her like small fire breathing dragons, singeing her insides. She felt as if his eyes were magnets making all those disgusting elements of her pathetic character, like her weakness and her stupidity, rotate and heat up like metal particles, slicing through her.

“Yeah..”  She could no longer hold his gaze.

“And?” 

What?  Had he not heard correctly?  Why was he so damn calm? Her eyes flew up to him and they stared at each other.

“What do you mean, and?  They know stuff about us. Stuff no one should know about a couple. But, you don’t know how they are…they brainwash you, Mike…they twist everything inside you and you feel it’s what you gotta do.  I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, I know about brainwashing.  I just don’t get why you’re so upset.  And why you would even consider staying just because you’re afraid they might use what you told them.”

“I just don’t know what they will do, Michael. They’re fucking dangerous.  They are hooked in with so many shady things and people. Their money reaches all the way up.  I don’t want us to get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Well, they didn’t hurt us when I duped them and didn’t join them after they basically promised us their help in shutting Dan up so we can marry quickly. You gotta know I’m well aware of why they were so helpful.  They wanted to add me to their puppet show.  I know that pissed them off.  When I didn’t.  So…let them do their worst, Lise.  Let them run articles about me giving it to you against a wall or from behind.  I mean…it would suck horrible to have us exposed like that, but don’t you forget I’m not exactly a wallflower when it comes to influence and money.  I’ll tie them up in court so long they’ll have to neglect their seaweed farms. Plus, you really think they press would be interested in us having a regular man and woman relationship?  They’d never believe that!  What they have is the truth- and that just doesn’t sell.”

He sounded bitter, but he also had a very good point.  His resolve had given her the strength to cut all ties for good.  He was her backbone and he was her rock.  And so she had broken free. 

Now, here they were. And everything was finally coming together. Lisa looked around, blinking through the mist of her tears.  This was finally all going to happen.  A new formal beginning. 

Michael rose and kissed her cheek. “You, ok?”

“Yeah…I’m just…overwhelmed…”

“You are overwhelmed…well…let me tell you. This is one surprise I never would have dared to hope for.  How did you do this?”

“Well- I know you still are iffy about celebrating your birthday, but I thought we’d get around that by making it our anniversary. Plus, while we were getting the legal stuff ready for the adoption, I got the marriage license- and Reverend Jones here did not solely come out here to say the benediction for the adoption gathering.”

Michael stared at her, still barely able to comprehend his dreams were about to come true.  Lisa had done it: She had said she’d do it on her own time, and he had afforded her the trust she needed.  They did not rush this time.  No one could accuse them of all this being a game for the media this time, either. And if they did, well…screw them!

“Wow…you really thought of everything. What about witnesses? Anyone here willing to do the honors?”  He turned and looked at Elizabeth who was standing with his mother.

“Elizabeth, would you do me the great honor to be my witness?”

“Well, my dear. I guess I can do that, especially since your little pushy soon to be again wife already had talked me out of a vacation I had planned to be here today. And, to be ready to be your witness.  And as you know, I am a sucker for those repeat love stories.” 

Elizabeth stepped up to him, gave him a huge hug- and winked at Lisa.  Well, miracles never seemed to cease! Seemed those two had finally buried the hatchet.  He had simply assumed Elizabeth had shown up to irritate Lisa. But no… This once again showed that he really needed to stop underestimating the women in his life.  Especially the one he was about to marry. Again.

Lisa’s friend Alecia stepped up and hugged both of them, whispering to Michael to make sure not to mess up or she would break his legs.  He laughed, but deep down he knew she was serious as a heart attack. 

And so, minutes later, they stood at the little gazebo by the gorgeous fountain.  Ben and Riley standing next to Lisa, while Prince was held by Janet, and Paris by his mother, standing close to him.

Lisa looked nervous still, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes a dark, incandescent blue.  The minister started to talk, but Michael could barely concentrate on the words.  This was really it. This was final. This was forever.  His heart soared from his lips straight into God’s hands- and he knew he would not mess up again. Suddenly it all was so clear. He made a solemn vow to love and honor, to have and to hold, from now until death did them part.  But it was about so much more.  He now understood that the words meant work.  They meant a commitment which had to be renewed daily in words, in actions, in feelings.  Nothing was more important. 

Once upon a time he really had thought his work took priority before his marriage. Or that his marriage could wait until he had time to deal with it.  Somehow, the thing he had longed for in so many lonely, tear-filled nights slid down the priority ladder as if the rungs had been removed and the sides been oiled by Lisa’s tears as she fought to keep him close, forcing him further away. 

Really, it was simple.  His heart had always guided his work.  How could he expect to be effective in one area of his life when he had so miserably failed in another?

Lisa looked at Michael, touched by the sincerity in his tone and a flicker in his eyes she had not seen in a very long time.  Some light had been turned on, and looking at him, he allowed her a full gaze into his soul.  As she repeated her vows, she suddenly knew: She didn’t have to kick, scream, and fight to get or keep his love. It was simply there.  It was as fragile, perfect, and rare as a hand blown, sparkling crystal unicorn coming to life.  She could hold it and treasure, work to keep it alive and healthy, but she could not squeeze and contain it, or she would break it once again, cutting her own soul in the process. 

“…to love and to honor, to have and to hold, until death do us part.” 

Lisa watched the tear escape his gorgeous eyes and for a second she caught a glimpse of herself in his deep, dark pools.  That was when she suddenly understood with total clarity: she was good enough.  She was good enough to stand here, and she was good enough to be with this amazing man. She deserved the family around her- and they deserved the laughing little angel held by Katherine as well as the little boy blowing her a kiss, and the two little anchors of her life by her side. 

“Well, due to Lisa springing this on me, I don’t think I have a ring…”

“Ye, of little faith…remember that ring you gave me when Paris was born, the one you told me to hold on to till I was ready?” She smiled up at him, enjoying the widening grin on his face.

“I sure do…I had hoped you didn’t forget. Or pawn it…”

Alecia stepped forward and handed Michael the ring in question.  “Voila, Mikey.  Go make an honest woman of my girl. It’s about time.”

“Hey- take that up with her. She had to be the stubborn one, making me suffer.”

“Michael, for heaven’s sake, put the ring on Lisa and get it done with. We’re all starving.” Jermaine chimed in from the peanut gallery, causing everyone to break out laughing.  Always the clown!

They finished the ceremony, and Lisa put a ring on Michael as well.  One that was very similar to the simple band he had worn before, but she had opted to have a new ring for this new start- and she had it designed to match the ring he had given her. 

“Ladies and gentleman: May I present to you Mister and Missis Michael and Lisa Marie Jackson.”

Michael looked over at Lisa. “Jackson?”

“Yeah..I’ll always be a Presley inside. But I think it’s easier if we all have the same last name. And I’m tired of signing two names. Bad enough my first name is more than one.”

Michael grabbed Lisa before the minister could get to his favorite part. But he was simply tired of waiting.  His lips closed around her and she clung to him, kissing him back with equal fervor. 

“Mike! Cut it out- get a room- and get us fed!”  This time, Janet had spoiled the mood, but it was just as well, as both Lisa and Michael felt as if they were about to break down in tears.  Lisa instead reached for Prince and Michael took Paris from his mother. Riley and Ben also came up close and they all hugged one more time, before leading their guests into the party tent. 

Before entering, Lisa looked up at the sky one more time, blowing a kiss into the blue sky.  Michael turned and took her hand.

“I really prayed for this Lisa. And I promised God and your Dad to make this right this time. I ain’t gonna let us down ever again.  This feels so amazing and so right. I think your Dad would be happy, don’t you?”

Lisa gave his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I know he would. He told me once all he ever wanted was for me to find a man who I could loose myself to and who would find me even when I was hiding from myself. And you know what? You have been that man- I was just too stupid to take full advantage of that.”

“Take advantage, hm..” Michael winked at her, breaking the serious mood, needing to see that sparkling smile on her lips and in her eyes.

“Oh, Jackson, you got no earthly clue just how I wanna take advantage of you right now…” She licked her lips and he immediately hardened.

“Well, baby…we could always sneak away and… I don’t know…inspect the wine cellar or something…”

“There’s a wine cellar?” Lisa took a step closer, and he pulled her to him into a tight embrace, allowing her to feel his newfound enthusiasm for wine cellars. Or other dark and secluded places with sturdy walls.

Michael looked over her shoulder into the tent, assessing the situation, and finding that his family and friends were busy scouring for food. The children were being fussed over by his mother, Janet, and Alecia, so, what had initially been a goofy comment now started to take the shape of a very good plan. 

“I tell you something…slip out of your shoes and pick them up slowly.  Pretend you’re scratching your leg or something. Then, on my command, run.”

Lisa’s grin broadened and she laughed lowly. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Even as she spoke, she slipped out of her shoes.  Looked as if he was not the only one up for a little fun. Well, actually, it was serious business. A marriage had to be consummated and he had waited long enough for her to say yes, so a little rush to claim her did not seem too out of place.

“Chicken?” His eyebrow was raised at her and the sexiest of grins played on his face.

“I’ll show you chicken. On your command, husband.”

“Oh, I think I like this marriage thing and me being the man in charge.” He bent down and kissed her nose. “You’re real short without shoes, you know that?”

“Don’t get used too much to being in charge. And as far as me being short...it’s designed that way so you can pick me up easier and fuck me against a wall…”  Lisa laughed and winked at him when his mouth dropped open. And his cock strained against his pants. Time to get some relief! He looked over her shoulder once more.

“Bad!...Okay…everyone is distracted by the food.  Get set..ready…RUN!”

Michael took off, dragging a laughing Lisa behind him, making a mad dash toward the villa.  He had stayed here before and knew where the wine cellar was located- and he also knew it was a nice, dry and modern one…one without having to fear mold and musky drafts.

Arriving in the basement, he retrieved the key, fighting the difficulty of his hands being shaky from running and anticipation.  Lisa was not much help as she stood against the wall, laughing and trying to catch her breath.  Finally, he got the door unlocked, grabbed her hand, and pulled her inside, kicking the door shut, and making sure to lock it from the inside.

As soon as that feat was accomplished. Michael pushed Lisa against the back of the door, wasting no time before assaulting her mouth in a scorching kiss.  Lisa moaned and opened up immediately, her tongue meeting his, gliding and teasing against it.

Michael kissed her, fed on her, until everything became dizzy and the beat of his heart was deafening in his ears.  Breaking away, Lisa fell against the wall, out of breath once more, her mouth a swollen mess, her eyes half open, looking drugged and close to passing out herself.

“Fuck girl…Mrs Jackson…I can’t wait…I gotta have you.  Now…” 

“You’re nuts, and I love you, Mr. Jackson. And I want you…Now…at the latest.”

He smirked at her. “Glad we agree…” Michael moved in again, kissing her neck and finding her earlobe, while Lisa opened his suit coat, and he helped her remove the superfluous article of clothing.  He saw a table to the side and threw it in that general direction, being distracted by her moans and hands on his shirt now…

“Don’t rip any buttons, Lise…we gotta go back out…”

“You could always change…everyone knows you’re a little diva with all your wardrobe changes.” 

“I’ll show you diva…”  He helped her with the buttons and by some miracles they all seemed to stay on. Bending forward, needing skin to skin contact, he once again attacked her neck, kissing and licking, making his way from her neck to her collar bone, while he reached around, feeling her round ass in the light dress, getting ready to bunch up the fabric to discover more. 

Lisa, in the meantime, had taken advantage of the open shirt and kissed a trail from his neck down his torso to his nipples, making him sigh and moan, as she bit the puckered tips lightly. God, how she loved the feel and taste of his skin! Nothing could ever compare.  Well, his hands now caressing her thighs and approaching her ass weren’t half bad either.  And she knew what was waiting for her, as her own fingers cupped him through his pants, rubbing and teasing, her mouth watering and her pussy starting to flood from the hardness she found.  Here he was: her gorgeous husband.  Hard and ready for her, about to break out of his pants.  How in the world had she ever let him go?  Well, she would never make that mistake again.

Michael’s hot hands had found her ass and he massaged her cheeks before coming around,  running the palms of his hands up and down her thighs, ever so slowly approaching her soaked thong.  Gently, he traced her swollen lips through the material, making her sigh and shiver.

“Oh baby…all wet and hot…let me help you take those wet panties off. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

Taking his sweet time, he slid her thong down her legs, then made Lisa step out of it, as he put them in the back pockets of his pants.

“But now that you took them, I might get cold, Daddy? What ch’a gonna do about that?”

Her eyes were huge and glossy, and he loved that little pretend innocent thing she did so well. Especially, since the contrast of those big baby blues and that pouting,swollen mouth that promised all kinds of pleasures always drove him wild.

Michael took Lisa’s hand and held it against him, as he helped her free hand to open his pants and free his pulsing member. 

“Here, my little wife. How ‘bout you take this heating element and I’ll show you how we can use it to keep you warm…”

Lisa giggled and her fingers closed around him, causing him to swallow hard and bite his lips.  Strands of his hair had escaped his ponytail in their little mad dash and now framed his face, his eyes glowing at her in the low light of the room. Lisa felt another rush of pure pleasure hit her belly and her pussy.  She was so ready for him, and not in the mood to draw things out.  Leaning forward, she kissed his mouth, nipping his sensual bottom lip, enjoying the feel of its full flesh like a divine fruit between her teeth and under her tongue.  Michael moaned and then deepened the kiss, while picking her up suddenly, causing her eyes to fly open and her legs to close around him. 

He held her dress bunched up and her against him, as he touched her pussy, spreading her juices, being once again amazed at how ready and responsive she was to him. 

“Take me, Michael. Make me yours.  Forever.”

Michael lifted her up slightly higher, and Lisa reached between them again, holding him still, bringing his swollen, pulsing tip against her.

As he brought her down and his penis entered her heat, stretching her, hitting home, he repeated, “Forever.”

For a moment, they held still and gazed into each other’s eyes, reading the love and the pleasure provided to both of them.  They leaned in and kissed almost sweetly, before passion once again swept them to another level of intensity.

“Baby…I can’t hold still…I gotta fuck you…hard…”

“Fuck me baby…make me scream…” Lisa moaned the words against his hear, driving him almost to distraction as he raised her once more, bracing her against the wall, then bore into her once more, this time with more force, causing her head to fall back in ecstasy, calling out his name.

Michael could barely stand the heat against him.  Her walls held him snug, milking him, pulling him in and squeezing him.  Shit…this was not going to last. But this whole thing was not about a long and languid love making marathon. This was about something more primal: it was about him claiming his wife and making this marriage real in every sense of the word.

Lisa felt his urgency and it doubled her own need to have him connected on this carnal and almost primitive level.  He was her man, and he was taking her, making her moan and scream, as he hit every nerve inside her, stroking her heart at the same time.  Lisa watched as Michael’s eyes scrunched together as he made love to her with a vehemence stealing both their breaths, holding their hearts for ransom.  She careened into the rainbow without a safety net, and watching him and his expressions combined with the sensation of his hard cock inside, stroking and massaging, hitting her clit on every stroke, getting ready to set off a chain reaction of explosions. 

“Girl…fuck…you’re so hot..so tight…dammit…I gotta do it…shit…you there, Lisa?”

His eyes opened and the pure love and passion radiating out to her gave her the rest.  She launched off and flew apart at the same time, holding on to him for dear life, pulling him to her as she fed him her screams. 

Michael knew he could not hold on, and when Lisa climaxed, she took him right along with her on the ride.  His eyes opened as did hers…and he could swear he saw an image of their souls connected in this one radiant moment.  His body remained caught in spasms and he thought he’d never stop ejaculating into her while her own muscles also continued their dance.  When he finally was able to form a thought that did not involve pure feeling, color, and sound, he stood there, holding on to her, his head buried in her neck now, kissing her, soothing her as she was also his calming force.

“I sure hope they don’t send out a search party…” Lisa mumbled against his chest, kissing his skin.

Michael laughed, still holding a shivering Lisa against him. 

She moaned as an aftershock rocked her. “Don’t do that…don’t move…oh shit…”

Her clenching around him had him moan, his penis jumping inside, her hot insides stroking him.  “Shit girl… I didn’t move. I laughed.  You moved…and it feels so good…”

They stood another moment, kissing, whispering words of love…

“Should we go join our guests?” Lisa mumbled against his neck finally.

“Maybe…” Of couse, that would mean losing her warmth. But hey, the sooner he got the party part over with, the sooner he would have her all to himself once more. 

Looking around, he saw the bench and table he had earlier thrown his clothes toward and, after one final kiss, he lifted her off him, being aware of her little protesting sound. He smoothed her dress and pulled up his pants. Damn…this had been so urgent…and so intense. 

“Okay, baby. Hold on…Let’s sit down and chill for a moment. Then we gotta go back. And pretend we were only getting frisky with some wine.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure everyone will believe us. Given we don’t look disheveled or well fucked at all…” Lisa laughed again as he pulled her down to sit in his lap. 

“And no doubt you’re leaving stains on my pants right now.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Dammit. We’re gonna need a new budget for that dry cleaning bill we’re gonna run up.”

“I guess we could go into our room and change real quick.”

Lisa laughed that time. “Yeah, that will be inconspicuous.”

“You know what? Fuck it! We’re married. We get to cavort whenever and wherever we please. It’s all legal. They can bite me.”

Lisa reached behind him and retrieved her panties. “Cavort?”

Michael took the panties from her hands and put them back where they had been. “Yeah, cavort. And you know what? Just for that, I think you need to go without so if I want to cavort again in our room before we go join them, there’s nothing you can do ‘bout it. Wife!” 

He pulled her to him and kissed her, preventing her from protesting.

“Alright then, husband. Let’s go and see what trouble we can get into. And how many instance of cavorting we can rack up before me finally make it back to our guests.”

Well, Michael was all for breaking records and there had to be a record for consummating a marriage he could break somewhere.

As things turned out, Michael never did find out the exact record, but he was pretty darn sure that by early the next morning he was very close to being an all-time record holder.  At some point, Lisa had passed out against him, and yet for some reason, he was afraid to drift off to sleep. Maybe this was all not real. Maybe it was simply some long, drawn out dream. 

“Why are you not asleep…”  Lisa turned and looked at him, her eyes sleepy, her face flushed, her mouth showing that ruby tone, indicating he had done a very nice job kissing her. 

“Not sure it won’t all be gone when I close my eyes and open them up again.”  He looked down at her, moving a strand of her hair from her face.

“Well…maybe if you hold me real tight, you will feel my body all night and my heart beating for you till the sun comes up. And you will see how real this all is.  If nothing else, it’ll dawn on you when the reality of the babies waking up gets you up before you can even drift off.”

He smiled, then turned serious again.

“Is that what happened before, Lisa? Did I not hold you close enough? Or listen to your heart enough?”

Lisa turned and faced him dead on, her leg draping over him, her arm across him.

“I think we both had a fucked up idea of how to hold each other or how we needed to be held. I squeezed you too tightly…and I broke something, I know that.”

“And I didn’t keep you close enough.  That whole ‘ distance makes the heart  grow fonder’ is bullshit, I found out.”

“Well, it made the heart fonder, and your wife more pissed off…” Lisa smirked at him and he pulled her closer, her head now coming to rest against his chest.  They lay in silence for several minutes, Lisa listening to his heart beat strong and steady beneath her, thinking it was the most amazing music.  Michael inhaled the scent of her hair and her skin, feeling at peace once again.

“So, is that what is meant by ‘to have and to hold’- that we can’t just have the other person, but we gotta know how they need us to be held?”  Lisa asked suddenly, just when he was ready to close his eyes. Michael smiled.

“Yeah, I think that’s it. It’s not about possession. It’s about maintaining what you got.”

Lisa looked up at him again.

“Well, I got you again, and I plan to never let you go again, Mister. So you might as well get used to me holding you just like that. And if I mess up…you gotta let me know what’s bugging you. In words. In person. Not just in songs…”

Michael sighed and kissed her forehead. “Work, work, work.”

And, predictably, he started humming Working Day and Night. Lisa laughed. In the past it had often annoyed her that his songs were always with him, but now she knew this was simply a way for him to share himself.  Something he tended to do very freely…if she only listened.

“Okay, hubby of mine. Let’s give you some rest for now. But I can’t guarantee that come morning, I won’t put you to task to work on that family expansion. We still got some rooms to fill on that ranch of ours.”

Michael’s smile could have lit up three known and five yet undiscovered galaxies. He loved how she called Neverland theirs.  And he loved the idea of more babies even more.  Even if it was a bit soon after Paris. But it never hurt to practice. Again.

“For real?”

“For real.”

Once more, Lisa kissed him, then turned and snuggled against him, pulling his arm across her, holding on to him, as his fingers interlaced with hers and his leg draped across hers.

Michael smiled and kissed her shoulder.  Lisa relaxed and sank against his body, her breathing once again deep, her heart beat steady.  As sleep started to circle him in closer and closer loops, pulling him into the soft music always surrounding him, he once again was transported to earlier, standing next to Lisa, hearing her speak her vows, letting them enter his head and his heart, placing her heart that accompanied the words inside his own.  His last thought was a prayer to heaven, thanking his creator once more for this chance, for allowing him to open his mind and his heart, and for having the strength and the wisdom to put aside stubborn pride that kept him shackled to a lonely prison.  After all the illusions, the easy outs, and the brilliant machinations, it had all come down to two people working hard and making the changes needed.- And to finally making that eternal commitment to have and to hold each other- with just the right touch - as  determined by the beating of their hearts and a divine plan keeping them tied to each other for all time.

THE END

 

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