Olivia's Point Of View ~

Michael and I walk out from our little secret whereabouts. The night is still young, it's fair quiet now. With nobody else in sight. Our clothes are thrown back on with Michael giving me his coat for me to hold, telling me to wear it if I get a little cold. The sound of our childlike, mischievous giggles that are heard along with the peaceful chirping of the crickets. What we had just done together . . something so intimate, so private yet proceeding to go through with the act in such a public and special place that Michael happened to come across. It was fun and it felt so fucking good. We continue to walk, both blissfully satisfied down our street as our place is only a few steps away now. I can't wait to get home and rest now. Approaching our front door, Michael's arm is thrown around my shoulder, he kisses my cheek . . 

"Did you have a good birthday, baby?" He softly speaks into my skin. 

I giggle. 

"Yes I did . . thank you again, babe . . I say to him. 

As we stand in front of our door, Michael is looking through his pant pockets for the key to unlock it. I giggle softly as I watch him, taking hold of it in my hands and letting it dangle from my fingers, in front of Michael's face. 

"Looking for these? . . " I ask laughing. 

He sighs. Relief escaping from his concerned self. He takes them from me, putting them in the key hole and turning the knob. I walk in first. Michael pulling the whole ladies first routine. No. It's sweet actually . . he is such a gentlemen, I always notice. But that's just how he was brought up. The ticking of the clock is heard as Michael heads into the kitchen after taking off his coat from around me and hanging it up. 

"Olivia . . you want a hot chocolate, baby?" He asks, calling out from the kitchen. I smile. 

"Yes, thank you Michael . . "

I walk into the kitchen. Standing there, watching him make one of my favourite childhood drinks that makes me feel so comforted and at home. 

"Michael, I'll be right back. I'm just gonna go upstairs to get changed . . " 

He smiles. Nodding his head. I turn to go upstairs, throwing on a pair of grey track pants and one of Michael's shirts. He doesn't mind me wearing it, I actually prefer to wear his clothes . . especially his shirts. They just seem so much more comfortable and they always smell so nice. I also put on a pair of black ankle socks. Deciding to leave my long, wavy brown hair out. I hear Michael call from downstairs. 

"Olivia? . . you wanna watch a movie? . . " He asks. 

I smile, knowing exactly what movie to watch. I pick it up in my hands. It's my all time favourite Disney movie that I'm still watching at my age. It's so beautiful to me, so peaceful. As I watch, I'm entering a world of true love and happiness . . how these make believe characters go through so much and in the end they find each other. The whole thing is just magic to me. I'm in love with it. I walk downstairs, seeing Michael shirtless with his long curls left out. He looks quite handsome actually. He speaks in a soft tone once he see's me . . 

" . . oh, I hope you don't mind me taking my shirt off. I was a little warm with it on . . " 

I chuckle. 

"Of course it's okay, Michael . . " I tell him. 

"So what movie did you pick out?" His voice sounding very curious. 

I say nothing. Only holding the DVD cover up, in front of his face for him to see. He giggles, nodding his head lightly. He walks over to me, holding his hand out . . 

"Okay, fine. Here, I'll put it in . . " He tells me. 

I kiss his cheek. Silently thanking him. I walk over to the coffee table, sipping my hot chocolate. I'm a little sleepy, well from Michael earlier tonight but I think it's also from the warm milk puts me to sleep a lot quicker too. Michael always says it's really cute, that I'm like a little baby that way. I guess he makes it for me for the promise of a quiet evening after all our excitement that happened earlier tonight, just for me to relax. Simple. He's just looking after me. That's all it is. Minutes have gone by and the scene that brings out the hopeless romantic in me comes on. I feel my eyes begin to sparkle as I set them on the television screen. My heart, my imagination just bursting into flight. A smile is spread across my lips, watching as Aladdin and Jasmine soar across the sky that's full of stars and puffy clouds. 

"Let me share this whole new world with you . . "

" . . a whole new world . . "

I smile once again, lazily. My eyelids closing slowly. It's the sound of their voices fading away and in sight, they fly through a field of apple tress before the reflection of these two young lovers is seen as they look through a jewel, dark blue stream. They are sitting close to each other, hand in hand before disappearing from sight on a dazzling magic carpet, a cresent moon and the sound of fireworks. It's enchanting. My eyes closing shut after that. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

I feel her breathing calm, knowing her eyes have finally come to a tired close. Her body is completely . . comfortably on top of mine. Her head is resting on my chest, her stomach against mine and our legs intertwining together with her arms cutely positioned close to her upper body and resting on me. I know she's exhausted. I do feel kind of bad for loving her a little harder earlier tonight but I just had to touch her. To have me inside of her tight pussy, her holding onto me as I pump in and out and hearing that sweet voice of her's saying my name in soft moans. I just couldn't help it. I just had to have her that way. It's the way that always has me wanting more. Just having her . . as mine. Being in that moment with her, gives me some confidence to finally confess my love for her. It's just such an intimate, beautiful thing that we share every once in a while. I get this rush to tell her sometimes but then . . I back out. I get scared and in my mind I tell myself not to tell her, for our intimate acts are just casual, friendly fun to her. And I know she doesn't love me . . like that. I kiss the top of her head. My finger tips having a mind of their own as they lift up her shirt and feel her soft skin that's underneath there, that I just have to get to. I rub my fingertips up and down her back softly. She moans quietly in her sleep, shifting a little on top of me before settling herself. She's still on top of me. God! She's so precious. I want to be the air she breaths into her, each breath she takes will be filled with my love for her. For me to paint the world so she would see only beauty and never any heartbreak of any kind. For her to say the word and I'll be by her side forever. I'll take her hand and not let go until she tells me when. She can hold on to me. 

I will caress her, protect her and just love her with everything in my being. I'll never leave her. 

A soft smile is displayed on my lips on the sight of Aladdin and Jasmine sitting side by side on a rooftop, watching the fireworks continue to crackle and pop. The way they look at each other . . the mischievous act of her flicking the feather away before laying her head on his shoulder. I just love that scene, wishing it was Olivia and myself. I love how Olivia enjoys Disney movie. Her favourite is indeed Aladdin and I really love Peter Pan. That film reminds me of myself. Just being free, not having a care in the world and never getting older and staying young forever. I look down to Olivia once again. I wish she was awake right now, so that I could make love to her all night . . over and over again. Looking into her green eyes as I slide myself in and out of her . . wishing I could say those three words that I have been dying to say to her for the past 10 years and praying she'd say them back to me. Saying it because she meant them. I know it's stupid that I have left it this late but I guess things got in the way. Something was always there that made me change my mind from telling her. Will she ever be mine? Will I ever get to have her that way? If I had her, it would be an endless supply of honest fondness and true love.

Pure and simple. 

Her head is slightly raised for my lips to graze her forehead as I'm looking down at her. I kiss it softly. My eyes starting to water, a tear falling from my eye onto her cheek . . 

"Olivia my angel . . if only you knew, baby . . how much I do . . " I whisper oh so quietly. As she lays on me in a peaceful and unknowing sleep. 

Am I just living in a dream . . that someday she'll fall in love with me? 

to be continued.