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Glory Box	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VIII: “How does it feel to know you’ll never have to be alone
          When you get home, home
          There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
          So I can show you how I feel…” ~Maroon 5 “Sweetest Goodbye”

          I have this terrible feeling that things are fucked up beyond all recognition between Micki and I now. This annihilates me and everything hurts, but thank fucking God, she’s okay. I was crazy for the couple days she was missing; when Amery/Pratt whisked her off to nowhere and went completely off the map. I hadn’t seen her since she left for her date with that asshole Pratt. And what a complete, utter douchelord *asshole* that guy was. Not only was the jealousy just eating at me, but there was something a bit off about the guy as well. So I did some checking, and sure enough, with Jack’s help, traced a cursed makeup case to him; in actuality a disfigured murderer named Jeff Amery.
          And Micki disappeared with him, and I was terrified that my curse had finally struck her. Our saving grace was a check-in message from her, which tracked them to these cabins at Evergreen Lake. She had just stopped him from killing her when we burst into the room, and my heart cracked and splintered at the sight of her again.
          I shouldn’t have done what I did to her on the desk. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was beyond magnificent, but I put her in serious danger. She almost died again. I lacked any sort of control; she was pure sex in that dress, her promised land was right in front of me, tempting me, and I lost all my cool. This curse really is a motherfucker, man.
          I just changed into my bedtime attire and Micki is still crying in her room in her satin night shirt; Jack having just retired downstairs for the night after imparting a few more words of comfort to her on his way out. Her door is still open, and I’m standing in the threshold, my guts killing me from having to see her cry. Over him. “Man, Amery really did a number on you, didn’t he?” I say softly.
          “It’s not just about him.” She sniffles, her eyes welling up again, “What’s wrong with me?” she folds over in sobs in her question.
          “God! Nothing.” I tell her, “You’re fucking perfect.” I’m sitting at her side before I even realize it, trying to comfort her by rubbing her back.
          “Then why don’t you want me? What is it *about* me?” she says, stunning me.
          “Who says I don’t want you?” I question her incredulously.
          “You! Every time you push me away. God Ryan, I love you and understand you can’t feel the same, but you’re driving me crazy.”
          “You’ve got it all wrong, Micki.” I am blown away. She loves me. Shit. “I love you *too much*. Seeing you dead fucking destroyed me. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have this curse on me that kills all of my romantic entanglements. I was trying to save you. Because you’re my entire world.”
          She’s had her head buried in her hands, but now her gorgeous, tear streaked face is looking into mine with a quivering smile, “You really do love me? Why did you leave that night, then?”
          “I made you cry. I thought you regretted doing that with me.” I answer honestly.
          “Never. I have never regretted that night. It was beautiful.” She whispers, a hand reaching up to stroke my cheek, “I was crying because I thought you made love to me; then when you ignored it the following day, I just figured that you had pity-fucked me.”
          “Pity-fuck? You? No. Never with you. You were right the first time, because I absolutely made love to you. It was impossible to do it any other way.” I’m stroking her hair softly, “But there is the matter of this curse…”
          “Ryan, if there is a curse on you, which is ridiculous, by the way, then I’ve obviously broken it. I’m alive. I could have been killed again, but I wasn’t. And we’ve been ‘romantically entangled’ more or less since the night of my resurrection.”
          Well, she does have a point there. An ecstatically happy point. Why am I just sitting here? I decide to do something about that and draw her into my arms to kiss her. I’ll never get over the clear, cool taste of her mouth. I am enrapt by the way she kisses me. “You really do love me?” I ask joyfully as I pull back from her.
          “Too much.” She responds, pulling me into another kiss and climbing into a straddle on my lap. Oh joy. Oh rapture. The softest, tastiest, most gorgeous, and overall wonderful woman on Earth is in my arms and she loves me. Me. It’s unbelievable. And merciful Jesus, do I love her. Crave her. Need her. Never, ever, *ever* want to live without her. And the bliss is knowing that now I may not have to. Fucking A, she feels heavenly. Her kiss emanates white hot energy, making my heart burst with the sheer happiness of it all. I’m holding on to her with everything in me, one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping the satin fabric on her back. Hers are cradling the sides of my face, gently stroking my cheeks with her thumbs.
          It’s easy to get lost in this; just kissing her and the beauty of her lips and the weight of her gorgeous body on my lap. And we do, for a while, anyway, until the rise in my boxers starts to give me other ideas. Hmm, I do believe it’s time for another tasting. Joy of all joys. I overpower her and flip her on her back onto the mattress as she lets out a squeal of surprise, kissing her again to muffle the sound. Well, that, and I felt like kissing her again. It was win-win. I feel her hands grab at the hem of my t-shirt and I pull back a touch so she can yank it off, then go to work at ridding her of her pajama top, which I also jerk off rather quickly.
          “Panties, Micki?” My eyes narrow teasingly at her.
          “I thought we were finished.” She shrugs, then raises an eyebrow, “You could always get rid of them *your* way. For old time’s sake.”
          “Well, it is kind of like unwrapping a present. The *best* present.” I smile, leaning down for another kiss. My hands graze down her body as her tongue slides against mine and soon I’m tearing that white silk like tissue paper and tossing it over my shoulder.
          “Caveman.” Micki laughs at me, breaking our kiss. I grunt in response.
          Hey-sus on the cross, she’s got the most edible body imaginable. Every bit of her is just beauty that marvels.
          I kiss my way down that seriously sexy body of hers, my id leading me to what I crave, my mouth practically watering for it. Settling between her thighs, my mouth goes to work and my taste buds go straight to heaven. Cripes, she’s so wet already. I go for the easy spots first, the ones I already know, that set her to coming pretty quickly, and glory in sipping her as she shivers. However, in our last encounter on the desk, I thought I may have found a new area that deserves a little exploration. So I give it some proper attention as she’s coming down from her last orgasm and the moan that comes from her is so loud she claps both hands over her mouth. Pay dirt. I give all of my love and affection to that newfound land, and soon she’s tensing, vibrating, and screaming into the hands clamped onto her mouth. Beautiful. Goddammit, she’s so beautiful. I’m drinking all of it in, and her delicious wonderful just keeps on coming. File that spot into the old memory banks. This is wild how long she’s been going, but I’m not complaining, because it tastes fantastic. I really could just live here. Fuck Disneyland, *this* is the happiest place on Earth.
          Eventually her hands slip from her face and drop like noodles to her sides, “Oh my god.” Micki lets out in a tremulous, breathy voice.
          I look up from where I’m still tasting, “Thanks, you can call me Ryan.” I joke.
          She gives me a shaky laugh, “I’d hit you, but I can’t move right now.”
          “Rendered immobile? Nice.” I’m still licking, just a glutton for her flavor. Mmm, mmm, good. “Jiminy, you’re just de-goddamn-licious.”
          “Am I?” she laughs, “Well, that explains a lot. It doesn’t explain how you got to be *so fucking good* at that, but still…telling.”
          “Let’s just say that the act of pleasing a woman is at the tippy top of my all-time favorite activities. And you are just…” I raise up and give a chef’s kiss, “perfection.”
          “Well, I can’t say that I don’t adore the hell out of your abilities. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself.” Micki says in a purring tone, “But I know one thing that’s better than perfection, and that is you. Inside me.”
          Wow. I thought I couldn’t get any more erect, but I was wrong. I just felt those words right in my cock, “Well, we’re going to have to do something about that.” I counter, crawling up her alabaster body that’s glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. I’m tugging off my boxers and throwing them over my shoulder, before gripping her thighs and getting them around my waist. She’s still having a hard time moving, so I figured I’d help her out. What Micki wants; she gets. That’s been the rule since the very beginning, and an easy enough one to follow.
          It seems like she’s gaining her ability to move back, because her hands are travelling up my chest as I lean over to kiss that beautiful mouth. I slide my cock tauntingly against her and feel her ankles hook against my lower back. She’s like fucking fire. “Tease.” She breathes against my lips, her fingers twisting into the hair on the back of my head.
          “I just want to make sure you got your feeling back. I don’t want you to miss this.” I kid her, nibbling on her bottom lip, then giving in to a nice slow and deep kiss as I ease inside of her. Man. She’s just nirvana. She’s so tight it’s as if she’s gripping me with every inch of her body. And so wet it’s like I’m sinking into a warm bath.
          “Mmm, I felt that.” She moans as I begin to thrust hard and slow. You bet your ass I’m taking my time with this one. She’s just too fucking perfect. And such a wonderfully active participant, too; her body arching into mine, hips meeting me with every deeply blissful stroke. I’ve got one hand bracing her shoulder under her, so I don’t accidentally shove her head into the headboard, because I’m going pretty deep and hard, and the other one is cradling that gorgeous face as I just gaze at her. It’s like she was sculpted by some divine hand; every angle of her face is just captivating. Her wide blue-green eyes open and meet mine and someone might need to kickstart my heart, because I’m knocked back by the amount of love in them, and all of my wind is gone.
          Her eyes don’t leave mine, but she turns her head slightly and kisses the palm of my hand, and I can’t help but pick up the pace a bit. Jesus Christ. She loves me. And I am free to love her and it won’t kill her. Yes. Holy shit, she feels incredible. And the increased pace was a good idea, because that enchanting “O” face is coming over her and she’s tightening up everywhere. Goddamn, she really is just the best kind of gift.
          I really want to keep in the game here, so I slow things up again once her shivers cool back down and roll us over on to our sides. Mmm, better access to those award-winning breasts of hers. Or if they haven’t won anything, they should, because they’re spectacular and I haven’t paid them near enough attention; having been sidetracked by that mystical, tasty vagina. I kiss her long and hard, engaging a medium slow pace, angling her body back slightly from mine and deepening the connection as I make my way down her neck and chest. Her hips gyrate into my thrusts as I take her left nipple into my mouth and suck hard. It doesn’t take very much of this before she’s coming again, feeling like a quivering miracle around my very happy cock. I’m vigilant on my exploration, though, kissing my way to her right breast and engaging in another suckle with the matched intensity of its twin. Wow, she just keeps on coming, ladies and gents. Shee-it, she’s amazing. And so fucking gorgeous I can barely stand it.
          I kiss my way back up her neck and indulge in her mouth again when she finally starts coming back down. I grip her back and clutch her close to me, going a little harder into her as those splendid hips of hers keep circling into mine, her hands pulling a little harder on the hair on the back of my head. She’s taking over control of our kiss, making me even more lightheaded than I already was with the intent behind it. I feel her shifting her lower legs around my waist, folding them under her as she rolls me forcefully on my back with her on top. Mmm, I like this. I like it even more when she breaks our kiss and sits up, putting those angelic hips to task and looking like a masterwork of art above me. Jesus. I run my hands down her torso and settle them on her waist, keeping up with my hips’ movements into hers, but allowing this take over in our lovemaking as she sets into a medium but intense pacing. Her walls grip me with every delicious grind, threatening to take me out with how awesome this feels. Every time she comes down, she goes a little harder, and eventually I can’t help it, I’m planting my feet into the mattress and using them as leverage to thrust into her with everything I’ve got, raising us pretty high off the bed with the power behind it.
          She grips my arms to keep her balance and starts tightening up again before I know it, throwing her head back and moaning in the back of her throat as I continue to just give her my absolute all, raising up high and hard, digging my fingers into her waist as she vibrates in another orgasm. Every time I think she can’t get any more beautiful, she proves me wrong. Goddammit. I can barely believe my incredible luck. This stunningly gorgeous creature riding me in intoxicating release loves me. Thank fucking God. I will reside at her pedestal quite happily, because she is the end of the line for me. I couldn’t possibly love anyone else as much as I love her.
          But I’m not nearly done yet, so I’m pulling her off of me as she lets out a disappointed groan, “Get on your hands and knees.” I order her. She does so, and I’m crawling behind her on the mattress, resting on my knees and entering her again from behind, clutching those poetic hips and giving it to her hard. She’s rocking back and forth with the force of every thrust, just the hottest sight ever seen with my own two eyes and feeling like a supernova of sheer goodness around my blissed-out cock. It’s never been as happy as it is when it’s inside of her.
          She’s just fucking paradise. Every thrust gets a little harder and faster until she’s shaking around me again and I’m slamming into her at breakneck speed, biting on the inside of my cheek because this is threatening to put a premature end to this bliss and I can’t have that. I slow back down as her orgasm subsides and move my hands under her, sliding up her stomach and torso to get a grip on her shoulders as I lean down and kiss my way up her back. Now I’m pulling her up from where she was resting on her arms until she is sitting up in front of me, my chest connecting to her back as I keep pushing into her from behind. Her arms reach behind her to circle around my neck as I suck on the side of hers and raise up on my knees to pick things back up again. Holy motherfucking shit. She really is just better-than-fucking-Heaven. And so fucking silky. My hands do a nice roam over her body as my hips slam up into hers resting and grinding on my lap. I’m really putting my knees to work right now, and they’re gonna hurt like hell tomorrow, but right now there is no complaint, just the joyful, luxurious pleasure of her. My neck sucking eases into a kiss up the rest of her neck and on the side of her face, lips resting on the left edge of her forehead as my hands land on her breasts and grasp hard.
          “God, I love you.” I breathe out against her ear.
          “I love you, and you can call me Micki.” She moans in response, then begins to stiffen and shudder against me. My knees are going for that gold medal and I’m feeling so fucking close, my whole body is crying out with it. I guess this has to be it. I’m feeling it everywhere and when it hits me it’s like Hiroshima and Nagasaki, blinding me with euphoric pleasure, feeling like a body high from an intense acid trip. She’s grabbing on to my hips behind her and I shove in one last time, my arms wrapping around her and holding her against me as tight as I can as I moan loudly into her neck. She is fucking everything. Everything wonderful and beautiful that graces this planet; it’s all tinged with her, she’s just that good. We remain like this for a while, me just hanging on to her and holding her close, our breathing slowing down and so happy with that heady scent of hers on my inhale.
          “You’re not going to run away again, are you?” Micki asks, finally breaking my post orgasmic trance.
          “Nope. You are stuck with me now, Lady.” I smile, kissing the side of her face. “You’re going to get so sick of me.”
          She laughs as we remove ourselves shakily from our knees and I pull out of her, landing back onto the mattress and holding each other against the pillows as we face each other on our sides. I’m so grateful to kiss her again. We engage in a pretty long one, nice and soft and sweet. She breaks it and smiles, “I don’t think I’d get sick of you. I would have already, wouldn’t I? We do live extremely close as it is.”
          “True. I hope you realize that I’m never spending another night out of this bed with you.” I inform her as I nuzzle her face.
          “Realize it? I’m enforcing it.” She shoots back, pulling me into another kiss.
          “Good. Just so we’re on the level. I want to curb this habit of miscommunication between us.” I chuckle against her mouth.
          “It did get wildly out of hand, didn’t it?” she laughs, “And all you had to do was stay.”
          I shrug, “I didn’t think you loved me. Couldn’t even imagine the possibility of that concept. I was practically singing Biz Markie at the top of my metaphorical lungs.”
          She snorts in laughter, “Believe it or not, but I felt exactly the same. Ah, to be so blissfully wrong.” Micki pulls me in for another kiss as I nod in agreement. I’ve never been happier to have lived in that state of wrong. She’s worth every breath that I draw. The sum of all greatness.
          I yawn against her mouth, “It’s so late.”
          My yawn must have infected her, because she gives me one of her own right back, “Mm-hmm. Very late.” She agrees. It’s got to be past two in the morning by now. By the time we got back to the Goods Lair from rescuing Micki at Evergreen Lake, it was already after midnight. And our passionate love excursion lasted quite a while, and was worth every bit of the exertion; but I am just bushed now.
          I shift onto my back and she lays partially on top of me, snuggling her head into my chest and sliding her left leg between mine. I let out another yawn, “Goodnight Micki. Love you.”
          “Love you too.” She murmurs, kissing my chest and giving out a yawn of her own, “Sweet dreams, Jellybean.”
          As I drift off into the best rest of my life with the woman I happily worship in my arms, I think about how the first thing that I’m going to do when I wake up is indulge in her delicious mystic for breakfast.
          Happiness and joy. The glory of it all.

End!
“Well, said you couldn’t find yourself / Sorry had you in my heart and carried you around with me all day…” ~George Clinton and P-Funk All Stars “U Can Depend on Me”
Author’s Closing Notes: So, I entertained myself highly with this one, and watching the episodes in correlation with this particular tale has me rather tickled with giddy laughter. Writing this piece had quite the soundtrack to it as well: Ryan was all sorts of Songs About Jane over Micki in this missive, so songs from that album were the lead in to his chapters, while I went with Fiona Apple’s Tidal for a couple of the Micki chapters, along with Ani’s “Untouchable Face”, which I have my own personal history with as a young ‘un, singing it on an endless loop coked out of my mind one night and pining over my own unrequited love thing. Other than the obvious Portishead, I jammed a ton of sexy trip hop a ‘la Jem and Lovage, along with the Maroon 5, and it gave me the writing fuel I needed to keep it ultra-sexy. Anyhoover, keeping it live, keeping it real, and y’all motherfuckers know the deal: No matter what the stripper tells you, there is no sex in the champagne room. None. And I’m out. Deuces.
“Cornbread. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” ~Chris Rock “No Sex”
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