(Sean): I’m so sorry, babe! I shouldn’t have put you in harm's way like that.
Sean’s head sinks into his hands and Michelle winces as the trainer pulls the compress away from her face. They had got to managing the swelling quick enough, but she was going to have one hell of a blackeye regardless, and there was a small lump on the back of her head from hitting the steel stairs when she fell backward. Sean was sitting next to her, she knew blaming himself. She reached over with her left hand stroking his hair, hoping to comfort him a little with her touch.
(Michelle): It's not your fault, Sean, you didn't do this; he did. I think he did it on purpose, I mean.....I almost thought you were going to hit me but you stopped lighting-fast! He had to have known you would duck...that's just your instincts. He's been doing this longer than any of us, he probably could have stopped himself too, but he didn't.
The trainer has her lean forward as he checks the back of her head, and luckily there's no blood, just a lump.
(Trainer): Alright Michelle, you should be good to go. There's no signs of any concussion, keep the compress on as long as you can stand it, and as for that lump...it will take care of itself in a few days. You'll have a mean headache so Tylenol and the usual stuff.
(Michelle): Thank you!
Michelle looks back at Sean as the trainer walks away.
(Michelle): Sean? Look at me...it's not your fault okay? I'm the one who went down there. I just....well....Erica came out there and I just thought I could help get her out of your way. I just made more of a mess of things.
She sighs feeling bad in her own right about the situation. Sean looks up. He takes Michelle’s hands in his and brings them, kissing them gently before leaning and kissing her on the cheek, nuzzling into her neck like a wolf and his mate.
(Sean): I know you can handle yourself, I just don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d been seriously hurt. I’d say Maniac should feel lucky he’s not facing me at Halloween Harvest but he’s not getting off lightly with Matt.
(Michelle): You won't be around to protect me all the time. I know what I'm getting myself into out there in the ring, it's just the other things we don't expect. I couldn't even touch her Sean...I froze. I can't hit a pregnant woman like that live on television, it would be terrible...even if she is an awful person these days. I thought I'd help, but really didn't know what to do once I got down there.
She hops down off the examination table.
(Michelle): We should get our things. Do you mind? I'm kind of hungry and kind of just want to get out of here; I'll shower at the hotel.
Sean walks towards her, putting a comforting hand across her back and pulling her close, kissing her forehead before stroking her hair.
(Sean): We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.
Taking Sean's hand he draws her close and she rests her head up against his arm as they leave the trainers area. Roughly an hour later she's back at her hotel, showered and changed and Sean is already at her door. She opens it to find him clean and neat himself.
(Michelle): Sorry, I'm taking forever. I look awful, this is so embarrassing (pointing to her now purpling flesh). Maybe we should get room service and not go out...I don't want people looking at us, they might get the wrong idea. I don't know.
Sean just smiles.
(Sean): We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to, if you’d rather just cuddle up and order cheeseburgers and fries and see what’s what we can order on pay-per-view?
Sean holds Michelle’s hand, rubbing his thumb across the top of it.
(Sean): Normally I’d say screw what anyone else thinks but I don’t want you to feel uneasy or uncomfortable. So if that’s finding a Disney movie and ordering junk food from room service, then that’s what we’ll do.
Suddenly a sound of shock in a gasp escapes her as she covers her mouth. Something Sean just said about Disney turning on a lightbulb in her head.
(Michelle): Oh no! Our costumes...I can't go looking like this! What am I going to do? Maybe...maybe I can cover it? I don't know...I don't have that much makeup.
She looks frustrated thinking that she's messed up other plans of theirs. Sean does his best to calm her down, raising his hands up in a reassuring manner.
(Sean): We’ll figure something out, don’t worry! Come on, we’ll stay in, order some food and think about what we can do about our costumes.
Sean walks into Michelle’s hotel room, closing the door behind him.
(Sean): What about Link and Zelda? I’ll be able to get us something on short notice! We’ll both look great and I know you liked Tears of the Kingdom I gave to you when we first started dating!
Michelle looks a little pouty. She nestles up to Sean and looks up into his eyes.
(Michelle): Zelda didn't have a ginormous black eye in Tears of the Kingdom.
Sean smirks.
(Sean): Maybe Zelda got the black eye because she decided Ganon was just a big bully and stood up to him herself.
Sean strokes Michelle’s cheek with the outside of one of his hands.
(Sean): And maybe…maybe Link also thought she looked quite cute with it?
Sean tilts Michelle’s chin up and gives her a kiss on the lips. She looks up at Sean, still pouty...
(Michelle): Or Maybe Zelda goes to the MAC counter and begs an artist for help covering up her hideous bruises.
She turns and plops down on the bed.
(Michelle): Burger and fries sounds good but the last thing I need is a greasy zit on my face to go along with the rest of this. If I keep it up, I won't need a costume...I'll look frightful enough.
(Sean): I don’t know about that. I think it look likes a warrior’s wound of a brave young woman who knew the risks of standing up to a bully but put on her big girl pants and did it anyway. And if you don’t want burger and fries, I could go a big calorie-filled aluminium-foil dish of Mac and Cheese!
This time it’s Sean’s turn to pout as he pops down on the bed next to her. Michelle cuddles next to him, putting her head in his lap.
(Michelle): You eat what you want, don't let me stop you. Wait...maybe Princess Zelda just had a big fight like you said. What if I add some fake blood trickles and mess my hair a little so she looks battle-hardened...would that work? Does she have a sword?
She rests her arm on his leg and rubs it. Since Art of War she's been mindful of his leg, afraid he'll injure himself again and may still be feeling some lingering aches and pains from his heroic, yet heart-stopping feat. The feeling of her hand rubbing his leg was soothing and then some. The pain from his match with Fallen had all but subsided but he was still grateful for Michelle’s concern. The touch stirred something else within him but he did his best to ignore it. He nods approvingly, his face lighting up as if he’s just had an epiphany.
(Sean): Oh, oh! We could do a swap costume! You could go as like a female Link and I can go as Zelda but with a more…manly…look?
Michelle lifts up and smacks him on the shoulder giggling.
(Michelle): Sean...you're so silly. You can't go as Princess Zelda. Well....unless we shave your legs.
Michelle laughs looking at Sean, playfully rolling up the leg of his pants and rubbing on his leg. The feeling of her hand on his bare leg made Sean shiver slightly. He’d hoped she hadn’t noticed and he adjusts his seated position on the bed as best he can.
(Sean): No, you know what I mean, there’s loads of gender swap things these days! Thor is a girl in the comics now, Scuttle is a girl in the new Little Mermaid movie, why can’t Zelda be a boy and Link be the girl to save him? Just like you did!
He reaches over and places his own hand on the top of Michelle’s leg, rubbing his thumb across it affectionately. She tingles at his touch and hopes that he doesn't see her embarrassment. She feels like her whole body is blushing, but surely it's just her face. She's very conscious of her breasts stiffening as well. She was a grown woman, and it was her decision to engage in relations, and while she remained committed to her faith and beliefs she had grown more open to exploring her sexuality to an extent. She felt guilty about it as if she were holding him back, but Sean hadn't pressed or even approached the subject much knowing her stance and really knew he respected it. If she was aroused, he had to be. The last thing she wanted to do was tease him, but she also wanted to touch him, to smell his smell, feel the gruff of his face against hers.
(Michelle): This isn't right...its not fair to you.
(Sean): Whats not fair, hon? Dressing up in a different costume? Nah! You didn’t see what I did before you joined the Academy! I dressed up one Halloween as Chun Li from Street Fighter, she’s this female martial arts fighter, I did my hair up and everything!
(Michelle): No I mean...
She huffs...
(Michelle): I mean this...us!
She turns to Sean with sincerity in her face.
(Michelle): I know you said it didn't matter and you're so patient, but you're a human being, Sean. Sometimes I just feel guilty about...you know...
She whispers as if everyone in the entire hotel could hear them through her room walls.
(Michelle): S...E...X!
Sean looks taken aback by Michelle’s openness. She was always so sweet and innocent, curtailing around uncomfortable topics. It was one of the things he loved about her; her innocence and, not naivety, but sometimes seeing things through purer eyes. His taken aback expression turns softer, morphing into a smile. He leans forward and kisses her on the cheek.
(Sean): Shell, you know there’s no pressure from me. It’s not like every time we make out or kiss, cuddle whatever that I’m thinking about sex. You’re so beautiful to me, Shell, inside and out. I know what your faith means to you, your relationship with God, and I’d never want anything that would jeopardize that. I love you and when the time comes, it will be amazing.
(Michelle): I trust you, but what if it's not "amazing"...what if you don't like the way I look naked or something.
She tries to lighten the mood a little.
(Michelle): If you break up with me Sean Parker, I'm turning into Erica on you!
She smiles at him, poking her cute face into his. He rubbed the tip of his nose cutely against hers, chucking at her joke. He whispers.
(Sean): You do realize you’ve now put an image in my head of you naked….
She playfully jumps up and straddles him, pinning him to the bed by both his hands.
(Michelle): Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap Mr.
Sean suddenly felt a feeling of lust for Michelle in the heat of the moment and despite his hands being pinned to the bed, he reached up and kissed her passionately. She opens herself to his deep, their tongues dancing like dancers intertwined at the Bolshoi Ballet. She felt secure with him, safe, and began to nibble at his neck around the prickly hairs on his face. His smell was seductive, and she loved their togetherness. It wasn't about sex, because they hadn't had it, they were building a deep level of intimacy that she really began to open herself up to, shedding some of her formal shyness and aversions. She felt him harden against her but dared not reach down. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and flipped over, exchanging positions. She was underneath him now and braved sticking a toe in the ocean as she unbuttoned her top for him, exposing her bra secured chest. It was almost too much, going too far...and she wouldn't if not for one thing.... She wanted to erase the image of Fallen. His internal scar still lingered. His violation of her, the way he grabbed her like a common ##### and licked her bosom. She wanted Sean to replace that image, wash away his taint so she opened herself up to him, just this little. Pulling his head close and whispering to him in nearly a moan:
(Michelle): You can take it off!
Sean was taken aback by her request.
(Sean): Are you sure?
She nodded. Sean hesitated for a moment. He knew what a monumental moment this was for Michell; such a huge breakthrough for her to be so physical with him. He of course had wanted to be more intimate with Michelle but it had to be on her terms. He delicately uncoupled her bra at the front, pulling it apart to reveal her pert breasts. He looked her in the eyes, his arms on either side of her, his muscles tightening, arms taut.
(Sean): Are you ok?
He must have seen the tears forming in her eyes, but she nodded again attempting to reassure him. It wasn't so much sadness behind her emotions, it was a sense of relief...a burden she had carried for months being lifted from her, and it was also love. Growing up in the Mormon church, love had been defined, relationships planned and outlined but her heart always longed for more.
She wanted to be loved because of how someone really felt about her, not because it was expected or they were obliged. This is what Sean was giving her and it was beautiful, it was wonderful, it was everything she had hoped for in wanting to be touched with deep purpose and meaning. She took him by the head and pulled him towards her feeling the gruff of his face once again upon her skin, this time her exposed breasts. She just held him there and he let her. She took a deep breath and exhaled feeling overwhelmed by him. "There....just stay right there" she thought to herself. She held him for a few moments before letting go of his head. He pulled back enough to look her in the eyes, wiping her tears with his thumb. She smiles embarrassingly and nodded to him once again giving him the go ahead to touch her, experience her as she was experiencing him. This was all new to Sean as well and he was aware of it even more so now. He was only 16 when he had his accident and, save a couple of make-out sessions in high school, he was in completely new territory himself.
He lowered his gaze, bringing his hands up, gently cupping one of her breasts, grazing his thumb across one of her nipples and he heard her breath hitch and back arch slightly at his touch. Still not feeling any resistance, he lowered his head, planting soft, delicate kisses along her breasts before placing his lips over the nipple, caressing it with his tongue before repeating the action on the other side.
His touch was electric, the moistness of his tongue that had just kissed her lips was intimately tasting her. His touch was gentle, careful and caressing and little bursts breathe escaped her as he trailed the roundness of her breasts. This would be the first time a man had touched her, there was no Fallen anymore, no violation, this was her new memory and she smiled. Her chest felt full, her nipples stiffening to his touch and she pulled him close once more. She was mindful that he too might be having a first of sorts, and a little wave of guilt washed over her. She wasn't yet comfortable touching him....down there...and didn't want to be any more of "cock tease" as Sarah once said. She didn't know what chickens had to do with it, but she had assured her she had never harassed any chickens. Sarah laughed at her naivete and had her Google it. She covered her mouth in shock and assured her friend that she had never done that either. But now, here they were and there was only so far she would go. Best to stop now before making a fool of myself, making a fool of him, she thought. She held him as he cupped her breast in his hand, the warmth feeling so lovely.
(Michelle): Can we just lay here a minute...like this...do you mind?
She asked meekly, hoping she hadn't offended him. Hoping that while brief he had enjoyed it as much as she. Did he know how she felt? He couldn't. He couldn't possibly imagine what he had just taken away from her, and what he had given, and while it was maybe a toe outside the church lines she promised herself that she wouldn't regret it.
He was a gift from God, this was a gift from God...he her angel to take away her pain. Far from being guilty, she felt grateful!
Sean stopped immediately, looking up at Michelle and smiled, nodding, chivalrously covering her exposed chest up with her top, buttoning it up enough to conceal her.
(Sean): Of course we can, are you ok? I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, did I? I’ve not done this before either.
(Michelle): No! Of course now, I....it's just a lot. You're wonderful, I'm...I'm so overwhelmed right now. This was so meaningful to me, I hope to you too. I'm sorry...I don't want to be a...(she searches for the word, almost forgetting it)...a Cock Tease!
She searched his face, his eyes again for signs of frustration or offense but found neither. All there was a loving smile with a hint of humour.
(Sean): Sweetheart, that’s the last thing I’d ever call you. I know this is new for the both of us but I’m in absolutely no rush, you know that. I honestly loved what we did there, even just you being more comfortable in your own skin and being comfortable with me? That’s enough to keep me going and then some.
He kisses her lovingly and softly on the lips before pulling her in close, his arm wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.
(Sean): I love you, Michelle Learner.
(Michelle): I love you, Sean Parker.
She smiles at him so sweetly. So comforted in his arms. She felt wonderful, happy and fulfilled and said a silent prayer of thanks to God.
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