The weather had since cleared up, tiny leftover droplets of dew sparkled across the grass of the ranch. Hands clasped together as the pair walked along the winding paths as Michael held a large umbrella over them. They walked together in silence, simply taking in the presence of the other.
Smiles and kisses were exchanged along the way, stopping for a moment there and there to embrace.
Sarah giggled when Michael brushed his nose along her jawline, "Michael!"
"Oh, dear. Have I found a weak spot?" His eyebrows lift up mischievously. "I'm gonna have to remember that."
Again they laugh together, bodies flush against each other in a tender embrace. Absolutely nothing could come between them for the time being, and hopefully not ever. Michael was in absolute bliss, after so many years of being the loneliest person in the world, there was a person who saw him without any judgement, malice or prejudice.
Sarah was a true gem, a diamond in the rough. Taken straight from a fairy-tale.
And for him, that meant Peter Pan had found his Wendy.
"Let me show you something," Michael smiled, leading the way once more. "Do you like climbing trees?"
Sarah smiled, "It's been ages, but yeah."
"Oh, you're gonna love this one. Trust me."
Michael held her hand and led her to a lone tree just down the way from the main house. Its large branches were dotted with autumn shades of brilliant orange and hues of red. Leftover drops of rain and morning dew sparkled in the sunlight. The branches knotted together like a natural bench, and it was breathtaking.
"I call it my giving tree," Michael smiled.
"It's beautiful!" Sarah exclaimed, looking on as Michael jumped up and into the awaiting branches.
His laughter rang through the air like a gentle melody, the soft breeze tousling his ebony curls momentarily. His hand reached out and helped her climb up into the tree, setting her upon his lap.
The view was astounding from every standpoint Michael has shared with her thus far for his beloved Nevaerland sanctuary. It was taken straight from a childhood dream. And it was simply breathtaking.
"Oh, my God." Sarah smiled, "it's absolutely breathtaking."
Michael sighed and laced his fingers around her waist, pulling her against his chest. "Sure is. But not nearly as breathtaking as you, Sarah."
She giggled and poked his side playfully. "I'm plain Jane, your ranch is far more beautiful."
He chuckled and nuzzled against her neck. "Just wait, I'm gonna win this one, Sarah. I never lose."
"Is that so, Mr. Jackson?" She smiled, lifting an eyebrow.
"Are you challenging me, Miss Underwood?"
"Possibly."
They met in a tender kiss, lips caressing and moving together in an ages old dance of lovers. Michael sighed and pulled back just enough to shift her body to face him upon his lap. Eyes half lidded he smiled, caressing Sarah's cheek. Everything about this woman was taken straight from heaven. A true angel on earth.
For many years he has felt he couldn't be saved, couldn't be loved.
And if not for accepting the interview, they may have never even met.
"I've never met anyone like you," Michael whispered. "You are simply amazing."
She flushed and looked away, only to have Michael's fingertips draw her back to his eyes. A shiver coursed down her spine as she curled her fingers in the silk material of the red button up he was wearing. Red was definitely his color, it brought out the intensity of his eyes
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Love Me Like You Do
Fanfiction"Michael," she gasped against his lips as they crashed into hers. His hands pinned her against the wall, as the dominant side of him began to take over. A raging wildfire coursed through his veins, a roaring storm of passion. He just had to have her...
