*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Looking out into the late evening, I check the time on the stove. It's 3:40. This still leaves hope that Michael will pop up somehow. I've been reluctantly trying to give up the chance of Michael making the party in time, but I know Michael; he'll find a way.

Exiting the kitchen with a tray of ice cream bowl's and square cake pieces, I announce my return to the awaiting toddler's in the dining room. "Look what Miss Jackson brought Taylor!", One of my coworkers gasps to her four year old. The dirty blonde, shaggy haired toddler claps his hand's together gleefully. "Cake! Cake!", He exclaims. The other thirteen tots join in on his commemoration.

I giggle, passing each one his and hers own cake and bowl of Napoleon ice cream. The last to get theirs was the princess of the hour; Jordyn. "Here you go my peaches...", I coo, placing her desert in front of her. She giggles, displaying her fully grown, two front teeth. Everyone awes as she takes no time to dig right in; with her finger's of course.

Jasmine quickly steps in to have a 'Kodak moment', before assisting in cleaning her sibling. Taking in all the happiness and joy around as everyone jokes and laughs, clearly enjoying themselves, my mind travels back to Michael. I know how much he would've enjoyed that moment.

Even Bill is completely relaxed as he harmlessly flirts with some of the single mother's. With this fresh thought of Michael on my mind, I know I should disappear for a few minutes before I erupt. Going with my conscience, I silently slip away. Turning the corner from the dining room and ending in the living room, I allow myself a chance to breathe and recollect my thoughts.

"I knew I would find you here...", A voice lulls from behind me. I turn around and of course my heart flutters. "Papa... How? W-when?", I stutter in bewilderment. Michael chuckles lightly, emerging from the shade of the slide door. "Marcus made some thing's happen. I couldn't be without my family today...", He explains, slowly approaching me.

He's cloaked in his infamous white v-neck and black dress pant; His main accessory being his beautiful smile. "I knew you would come...", I sigh against his chest, once I'm wrapped in his arm's. Feeling his vibrating lungs as he chuckles, I couldn't help but let a tear escape. "I was outside trying to pick out a flower, to be romantic you know? But...", He trails off, breaking our hug.

"Michael Joseph, did you touch my roses?", I ask, glaring at him. He let's out yet another school boy chuckle scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Not exactly...", He drags on. I sigh, throwing caution to the wind. "I don't care anymore. I wouldn't have a green thumb even if it was painted on.", I joke, shaking my head. Michael joins in on my false disappointment.

"You aren't lying either. But umm why exactly are you out here leaving my peaches with strangers?", Michael's tone changes into a more serious one as he spoke. Shamed of my selfishness, I admit my wrong. "I didn't want to break down in front of everyone, so I just walked away.", With an understanding nod, Michael steals my hand.

"I told you to be happy. Don't let my absence affect that.", He gently scolded. I sigh, knowing he's right. "But, I can't be without you Papa. It's really hard on me. You need to come home.", Michael frowns, releasing my hand to cup both side's of my face. "I know, I know. But I'm here now Mama. Don't worry. Now bring those roses here.", He smiles, referring to my lips.

I cheese before he gave me my dose of a much needed drug. With the momentary contact, I instantly went under his spell. "Mmm mama I have to stop. I promise we will continue.", He breaths against my lips. With my eyes still closed, I carefully push him towards the couch. "I can't wait. I need you now...", I purr aggressively, tugging at his belt.

Michael quickly places his hands on mine. "No... Mama. Not now. Please respect my wish.", I reluctantly release his belt. I know he wants to do thing's 'right' but I just need him on me now. Feeling my internal agitation flaring, I release it externally. "Michael I swear if you don't fuck me on this damn couch, I'll rape you.", I grit through clenched teeth.

Chuckling, Michael takes my right hand and silently leads me out of the living room. "Later Mama. I promise.", He whispers, ignoring the gasps of his non intended, surprise appearance. I force a smile as he detaches to entertain the curios party guests. Lord knows I want to slap him for rejecting me, yet again. "you okay honey?", Yuli asks from behind me.

I glance at Michael who was awing over Jordyn, showing her, her many presents. I couldn't help but smile myself. I can't stay mad at a man who just wanted to be with his family. "Yeah... I'm okay. I just missed him.",-"I understand honey. Thing's are better between Ryan and I. I can't live without him.", Yuli expresses dreamily. I nod in agreement.

"Well, Thank-you for everything girl. You really keep me grounded.", Yuli blushes. "Of course honey. But I'm sure Michael will definitely do that ton....", She quickly pauses, catching herself. "Umm I should go check on Ryan and Carson. Be good honey.", She stutters out, quickly rushing away. I watch her scatter away, giggling. Feeling a little left out, I join the party group now with my entire family.

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Mike, I'm glad you made it man. Jordyn wouldn't stop calling for her Da-da.", Bill sighs, aiding me in cleaning the dining room. Everyone has long gone about an hour ago and the kid's are now upstairs, so I volunteered to be on clean up duty.

"I know... I don't know what I'm going to do after tomorrow. I don't know how long I can stay or what's the catch if I do. I really just want to come home officially.", I reply, allowing reality to belittle my happiness. Patting my shoulder, Bill takes the remainder of my trash out of my hand's.

"Go talk to her. Tell your kid's you love them, then give her all the attention you can.", He instructs, pointing to the doorway. "Go Michael.", He repeats, ignoring my questioning glance. I finally nod and follow his instructions, telling each Jackson offspring how much I miss and love them. I don't know where Brandon or David is, so I couldn't tell Brandon.

I continue my last route to my little peaches, who is fast asleep. She's so beautiful with her smooth mahogany skin and soft almond eye's. I hate that I miss her everyday adventures, but I know it will be well worth it. Giving her a small peck and a soft 'I Love You', I slip out of her room to my final stop. Upon entry to our bedroom, a whiff of vanilla and cocoa butter hits my nostrils.

I missed that scent so much. I know it lingers on her, but it's not the same from when she first steps out of the shower. Before I can even have my nose calm down from the wonderful scent, I'm hit with a stronger one. Heat. God how I love that perfume on her. She doesn't need it, but it drives me insane. She is well aware of this.

"I was wondering when you would finish... ", She lulls, tying her robe as she climbs onto the bed. Damn this woman, she's wearing my favourite colors; black and red. These colors prey over her creme, silky night gown just beautifully. My eye's travel over her covered body. lips, neck, arm's, and legs all look delicious and inviting.

Knowing I've been starring for quite awhile, I clear my throat. "Erm, I'm going to take a shower...", I quickly sputter, dashing away to the bathroom. I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. I am just a little nervous. I mean it's been awhile, nearly three month's. I hope this shower can clear my mind.

Within about ten minutes, I'm in the shower, gaining my confidence back, remembering what Marilyn told me this morning about her 'fun time'. I'm definitely ready to love her like she wants now. After a nice fifteen minute shower, I details myself and prepare for what's next.

I don't want to bother clothing myself, so instead I'm just leaving on my towel around my waist; that's how she likes it anyways. After teasing my hair, I slowly exit the bathroom. As soon as I step into our room, our eyes meet. I know what she wants and I'm sure it's neutral for me as well.

"So I heard you have been missing some loving?", I tease, slowly approaching the bed.  She bites down on her bottom lip eying me hungrily. I know her silence is golden as of now. I proceed to her side of the bed. "I want you to be good and quiet babygirl, okay?", She nods, still biting down on her lip. I smirk, leaning into her face. "I missed you so much girl. You just don't understand.", I growl in her ear.

Reaching for my torso, she nibbles at my earlobe. "Don't go too fast Papa, you have to take it all in... ", She purrs. I place each of my hand's on each side of her. "I promise I won't bite...", I growl. She giggles softly. "I might...", I give her a soft peck before, joining her on the bed. She wastes no time climbing on top of me.

Holding her waist, I carefully lean up into a comfortable sitting position. "What about the kid's Papa?",-"If you keep quiet, we won't have to worry.", I tease, sliding my hand's up her thighs. She instantly closes her eyes. "I miss my chocolate. I need a nibble.", I growl against her neck while my hand's removed her robe. I inhale her intoxicating scent.

Her natural perfume is wonderful to me. I love how it taste against my tongue. Letting my imagination run wild, I glide my tongue across her neck, enjoying her soft sighs of pleasure. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me to nibble and lick as I please. "Mmm...", She moans softly while I continue to tease her on the other side.

"Papa I want to do something for you...", She expresses, slowly climbing off my lap. I watch her as she positions herself at my legs. I know what's next and I think my partner does too. Smiling at her magic, she slides her hand's up my leg's starting at my calves. Enjoying the warmth of her hand's on my skin, I hiss softly.

When she makes it to my thighs, she slowly removes my towel, revealing a very elated second party. Giggling to herself, she begins her torture. Gliding her hand's across me teasingly. "Is this too slow papa?", She asks teasingly. God knows how crazy she is making me feel right now. Squirming under her, I take her hand and guide her.

Directing her on the perfect speed, when she finally stops teasing, she let's her mouth join the fun. As soon as her mouth touched my tip, I knew I couldn't hold it in. "Mmm Mama, you gotta stop. Damn... you gotta stop.",  I whimper, slowly placing my hand behind her head. Ignoring my cry, she continues driving me beyond insanity.

The warmth of her mouth is enough to make me die and go to heaven. Such a beautiful mouth that works wonders beyond sweet word's. Soon, I find myself twitching from pleasure. I try begging again, not wishing to release all over her. "Mama... I'm going to... God babygirl you gotta stop...", I whimper, throwing my head back.

"No, I want it Papa...", She replies, finishing the job with her hand. Letting out a pleasure filled howl, I finally release my locked away tensions. Smiling approvingly, she carefully wipes her arm's then proceeds back to her position on top of me. "Damn... I swear it gets better every time." I exhale, gripping at her waist.

"But I still want a nibble of my milk chocolate. ", I lull, sliding my hand's up her leg's. She watches me carefully as I slowly remove her night gown. Feeling her anxiousness on my lower abdomen, I blush hard. I love how horny she can still get, for me. How even her natural juices call my name. That makes a man feel good.

Once the night gown is removed, I instantly begin the pleasurable game of tongue and hand's. Allowing my tongue to prepare her for my hand's, to prepare her for partner. "Where do you want to be touched Mama?", I ask, biting down on her bottom lip. She takes my hand and slide it to the south.

"Here Papa... ", Obeying her command, I glide my hand's through her valley. Taking In every hiss and whimper, I slide further or rub faster. "Ah...Ah...Mmm", She whines, burrowing her face into my neck. Rocking her hips into my finger, she continues her moan filled cries. I take my free hand and lift her face to mine.

"You gotta be quiet Mama.... ",-"Oooh.... I-I'm trying. God, I need you inside. Now. I'm begging Papa. ", She whimpers, rocking faster. I take her lips in mine and slowly remove my finger. Retracting my lips from hers, I carefully lay her back. "Can I come down there? ", I ask, trailing kisses from the nape of her neck, to the top of her navel.

She gives me a quick nod, reaching for my head. Wanting to finish the job the right way, I pick up where I left off with my faithful tongue, gliding and flickering through her sacred valley successfully finding the one spot that drives her insane.

"Oooh Yes....r-right there...", She moans, running her hand's violently through my hair while her legs spread further. I grip at her thighs feeling her wall's tightening. "Not now babygirl. ", I growl, leaning up. "Papa... please, please finish.", She whines again, watching me as I lean up. "You want it nice and slow, right?", She sighs impatiently.

"Just give it to me Papa. I need you. ", She stresses. Leaning downwards, I place a tender kiss on her forehead indicating her request will be granted.

Rubbing my member over her valley, I whisper everything I couldn't before.  "This is how you make me feel here...", I whisper, still rubbing myself against her.

"Mmm... God papa love me...", With that I slowly entered her. She hisses and grips at my back. "Sss... Yes papa...", She whimpers.  I kiss her jawline to intensify her pleasure. Soon enough I start a slow grind, forming a nice rhythm. "Mmm... papa...", She moaned gliding her hand's up and down my back "Damn you feel so good mama...", I moan in return.

Our bodies soon find a rhythm to sync together with. I slowly grind in and out of her all the while her moans continue in my ear. "Go deeper....", She whines. I obey feeling her leg's become weaker and weaker. She claws at my back as I push deeper. "Ahh...", "Sss....mama...God I love you....", As our word's become moaning hums of pleasure, I feel myself falling for her again.

All the counts of love I have here as our bodies cling together reclaiming themselves as one. "Ah...Ah....Ooh papa....", Marilyn purrs; she's close and so am I.  speed up my pace making her drag her nails down my back in response. Soon, she reaches euphoria; I follow close after. Still stroking slowly. "Mmm...", She moans as I came to a slow halt. I lean down and kiss her passionately.

I break the kiss to retrieve myself. Only thing that can be heard is our heavy breathing. Slowly slipping beside her, I grab her hand and kiss it. "I swear nothing will keep me from returning him to you. Do you know that?" I ask nearly breathless. She cuddles into my arm's.

"I know Papa... I know you might have to stay longer. Don't remind me. Just hold me.", She requests, her voice small. "Don't cry Mama. I'm here for tomorrow as well.", I try to soothe her, pecking her shoulders. She remains silent, clinging onto my torso.

"I love you so much babygirl.", I whisper, tightening my grip on her. "I love you too Papa... ", She whispers in return. A small smile creeps onto my face. I know I'm not staying for long, but being with her is all the therapy I need...

To Be Continued...