This is the second chapter, because at this time I am unsure how to add addiotnal chapters

Turning the ignition on, Marylin stared blankly into space, flashing back to a beautiful courtyard, hearing young children laughing in the background. She saw a younger version of herself, about nine years old. She was wearing a yellow dress, and sitting on a soft ivory blanket, embroidered with the initials 'M.M.D' on the lower left corner, playing with her lovely dolls. While she was brushing the dolls silky blonde hair, fixing her fringy pink dress, a little boy who looked about eleven years old, wearing a white button down shirt with black trousers, came running over to Marylin, "Marylin, when will you ever learn? Playing with these stupid dolls makes you a child." he said snottedly. "Oh hush up Michael, playing with my dolly is alot more fun than anything you have done."

Michael raises his eyebrow, "Well, I could think of things that are alot more fun than this stupid doll playing!"

Marylin sighs, "Alright then," she sets her doll down on the blanket and stands up in front of Michael, "What do you suggest we do?"

"Uh, um, well, we-we could, " Michael sighs in frustration, "Ok I don't have anything planned, I don't know what we could possibly do. I haven't had time to think of it."

Marylin sits back down on her blanket and puts the doll back onto her lap. "Michael, when you've figured out what you think is more fun than me sitting here playing with my doll, then you come tell me. Until then, leave me alone."

Michael stared at Marylin. "I feel sorry for the man you marry."

Marylin glared at Michael, "Shut up." she said with a snotty tone in her voice. "You'll regret ever saying that to me"

With a smirk on Michaels face, he reminded to tease her, "Or what? You're going to get your dolly to come after me?" Michael chuckles.

With anger in Marylins eyes, she quickly jumped up from the blanket, and ran towards Michael, with her fist in the air. With a surprised look on Michaels face, he started to run away from her towards the docks. Hearing the little boy in his girlish screams made Marylin laugh, she stopped for air. She couldn't breathe because she was running so much. Michael looks over his shoulder to see how far away Marylin was from him. He noticed that she had stopped running after him. Michael stopped dead in his tracks. "Marylin what are you doing?" Marylin started panting, "I-I can't breathe. I was running too much and--" Her words were cut off and she falled faintly to the ground.

"MARYLIN!" Michael yelled loudly. He ran over to Marylin lying on the ground, Michael got to his knees and tryed nudging her, it looked as if she was sleeping, he thought she had passed out. "Marylin? Are you okay? Can - You - Hear - Me?". He heard silence, his heart was pounding so hard, it felt like his heart was coming out of his chest. He closed his eyes, and put his hands over his face, "What did I do.."

Marylin opened her left eye slowly, to see where Michael was. She saw that he was right by her side, and she smirked. Burrying his face in his hands, Michael takes deep breaths. He was so upset that Marylin had 'passed out'. Marylin quickly grabbed his wrist "GOTCHA!" she yelled.

"You little..." Michael said.

Marylin raised her eyebrow, "You little what?"

Michael swiftly got up, "That.. That... That was EVIL!". With amusement on Marylins face, she pushed his arm, "I know, you were right Michael, that was much more fun than playing with my doll." She said giggling.


Sighing, Marylin placed a shaking finger on the radio nozzle...some good music would calm her nerves, a soft lull filled the car air and before she knew it she was going back..way back to her first kiss.


"Lynn, just close your eyes and lean closer, it won't do you no harm", prodded Michael playfully.

Running her fingers through her hair Marylin, stared at her shoes in silent embarssement and hunger for her first kiss.

Many a night she would practice on her pillow, writhing around in the dark it would always be some hunky pop star or flavour of the month but this was big real big her first actual real kiss.

Feeling her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she placed her hands between her budding breasts for fear Michael could hear her heart beat or that it would jump right out of her throat.
"Come off it Lynn, don't tell me your neverous", add micahel offhandedly the abrupt sound of his voice snapped Marylin back to the present and out of her thoughts, tugging her her earring she bit her lip neverously.

"have you ever done this before?",she murmured quickly

"done what?" asked Michael

"you know", she added with embarssment creeping up her cheeks.

"well..I", he stammered out quickly, while running his hands through his hair as a force of habbit.

"answer the question Michael..", teased Marylin grinning

"honestly?, well no but that's why your here as a test dummy you know?", michael replied smirking

"test dummy?, I think I might just take umbridge to that"

"You want the kiss or not Lynn?"

"Fine..Fine"


"are you ready?" stammered michael, whicle sucking in air

"ready as ill ever be", responded Marylin.




"Wait", said Michael placing his finger on Marylins eager and ready lips. "shouldn't we be a bit closer or something?..like you know I should hold you or something..."

awkwardly the duo moved in inches closer to one another. "a Bit closer?" chriped Michael again, seemingly more neverous now. He now realised that Marylin was actually a pretty girl.

"that's just a cliche` now shut up and kiss me Michael", said Marylin bringing the boys face closer by grasping the colar on his shirt.

They're lips pouring over one in another in raw passion, pawing eachother in blind ectasy..would be a wonderful first kiss but that's not what happened.

Hands flying everywhere, grabbing wrong places and bad breathe we're the memories of her first kiss, slipping back into reality, Marylin changed the nozzle on the radio to a different station. Michael was so much apart of her life in ways she couldn't even explain. How was this all going to work out now with the will. Everytime something would bloom between them, there was always another trouble dragging them apart.


It was almost midnight, and Marylin arrived to an old, Victorian yellow house. Parking her car, and getting out, she walked along the side of the house, up to the white, French doors. Searching through her purse to find her house keys, she realized that she had left them at Michael's house. She sighed. She knew she didn't want to see Michael again. She wanted to part herself from him. It started to thunder, the rain began pouring down. In a matter of minutes she was soaked. She ran to her car, and sat in it with her hands on the wheel. She knew she had to go back to Michael's, but she didn't want to. She knew what would happen. Although she wanted to feel his warm masculine body against her soft skin, giving into Michael's desirable self, she couldn't subject herself to that again. She wanted a night of passion, a night of lust. She wanted sex. She remembered how amazing it was, when they made love before. He knew her thoughts, what she wanted, he filled her with rapture.

She shook her head and grinned. Starting the ignition she pulled away from the house. Driving in the direction of Michael's home. It was about 1am when Marylin arrived at Michael's house. It was still pouring out, she got out of her car and ran quickly to the front door. She knocked on the oak door. No answer. She waited outside of at least 5 minutes, until she heard the clinking of shoes walking towards the door. She heard the door unlock, and she turned around to see Michael standing at the door, in nothing but a black, silk robe and black silk boxers. She could see the definition in his muscles, his stomach was perfectly toned, his skin was tan, he seemed so perfect. Just the site of him made her want to faint.

"Marylin, wh-what are you doing here?" asked Michael surprisingly.

"I went to my house, and then I realized that I left my house keys here. I'm sorry if I am bothering you."

"Oh, well, I didn't expect to see you so soon, that's all. You aren't bothering me, I... I'm happy that you're here." Michael looked at Marylin, her hair was stringy, and her clothes were soaked. He pouted at the site of her. "Why don't you come in and get all dried up."

"Oh, I don't know, I mean you were sleeping, and I would feel wrong to just come in and--" Michael stopped her from talking, by gently putting his hand over her mouth.

"It's fine, you're more than welcome to come in. You know that." He took her purse out of her hand and walked into the house, with Marylin slowly following behind him. "I'll go get you some clothes, I think you may have left some here when, well, you know."

About ten minutes later, Michael came back into the bedroom where Marylin was. He handed her the white silk pajamas that she had left, "Thankyou." Marylin said. She walked over to the screen that was in the far left corner of the room. She changed into her pajamas behind it.

"Marylin, it's very late, and you may stay here for the rest of the night. You can stay in here, and I'll... I'll sleep on the couch downstairs in the living room." Michael sat on the bed, leaning back onto the big, red velvet, throw pillows. Marylin came out from behind the screen. Michael stared at her in awe. "My God, you're beautiful."

Marylin turned her head down towards the floor. "thank you, that's sweet." Marylin walked slowly over to the old, India like bed. The bed had beautiful sheer-like curtains, with silk curtains overlapping it. She remembered the nights she spent in this bed. The romance, the passion.

Michael stood up and looked at Marylin. Brushing her cheek with his finger tips. He kissed her forehead. Before he could say goodnight, she pulled him close to her and passionately kissed him. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her up higher. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He leaned her back onto the bed, unbuttoning her shirt, frustrated, he wanted to rip it off of her body. Breathing heavily, soft moans were coming from the both of them. Michael was kissing her neck, nibbling on her ear. Marylin tore off Michael's robe, caressing his warm, soft body. Moments later, Marylin found herself and Michael under the sheets, Michael thrusting himself within her. Filling her with pleasure. Filling her with all of him. Putting forth all of his emotions, giving it to her rapidly. Caressing every inch of her body, kissing, nibbling on her neck. Moans of pleasure are cried out from Marylin's mouth, and she digs her nails into his back. Michael was giving all he had, to her. Michael wanted to show her how much he missed her. How much he loved her. Kissing her softly, but passionately, Michael kisses his way down to her breasts, gnawing on her flesh, brining pleasure to Marylin. Michael goes down further, kissing her stomach, her sides, all of her. Minutes later Michael was kissing her inner thigh, licking, masticating her soft flesh. The passion grew stronger, Marylin grabbed the sheets in pure pleasure, throwing her hands onto his head, grabbing his hair, she pulled him up and had him lye on his back. She bit his ear, dragging her teeth. She knew what he wanted, how he wanted it. She gave it to him. She put all of him into her, deeply, pleasurably. Moments later he finished. Gave all what he had left in him, into her. This night of passion.. What she wanted. What he wanted.

They layed there together, Michael holding Marylin tightly in his arms. He kissed her forehead, and they both drifted off to sleep.