Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Red closed the gap between them, allowing no space between them. Although it felt odd, it felt right in place. Each moment she kept going was one that she suddenly realized what the knots were.

(Oooh what are the knots?)

Micheal was glad she was moving in. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to do it. He kissed her and kissed her as much as he could manage. It all felt so wonderful.

(Hahajahjaxkcmsnlxldnaff)

They were butterflies. Beautiful, colorful butterflies. Each one flying around in attempt to get out of her stomach to meet Micheal. They'd lodge in her throat, temporarily taking away her voice. Now, they seemed to fly out of her mouth and away. She continued to kiss him, deepening each moment carefully and cautiously, not wanting to hurt the delicate butterflies between them.

(Ooh I like that metaphor)

Micheal kissed her just as delicately. He felt his head buzzing like a phone receiver. His arms tingling with her touch. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it made him feel awkward and warm. Not a bad awkward and warm.

(XD, yours are great tooooooo)

Her chest was suddenly screaming for air that she was reluctant to give, but ended up pulling away a little. Their lips still touched, but she took a second to breathe. She placed her forehead on his. Oh, Micheal…

(Thannnnnnkkkkkkk)

Micheal gasped for air the moment she pulled away. He wanted to go back to the desperate kissing, but stopped himself. He leaned into her forehead, hugging her closer.

Red chuckled a little, eyes still closed. She was still catching her breath a little. "Have you smiled yet?"

Micheal blinked open his eyes. “Oh… I guess I haven’t.”

Red opened hers as well and look right at him. "Not even after all that?"

Micheal unsurely met her gaze. Would she be unhappy with him?
“N-no.”

She laughed lightly. "What will make you smile?"

Micheal swallowed a little. “I-I don’t know.”

She thought for a moment. "Food? You siad you were hungry. Food is great. Especially here on Earth- I mean, in New York."

Micheal shrugged. “I eat food every day. I don’t really get anything from it.”

"Well, then, what?" She couldn't really think of any ideas. He's a hard one to crack.

Micheal shrugged and looked down. “More kisses?”

"If you say so…" She continued and went a little fast this time knowing he wanted it. Their lips met again, and the whole world disappeared.

Micheal still started slightly at her movement but met her in the kiss nevertheless. He shut his eyes, grasping her face in his hands.

Red let him take more control this time. She still out effort in, but she wanted to see where he would take it.

Micheal felt a twirl of confusion. Why wasn’t she doing anything? He was nervous to start forward, so he just stayed neutral.

She pulled their lips apart a little and gently whispered. "Is that all you've got?"

Micheal glanced down at the bed. “I am… unsure.”

She laughed. "Unsure? You are such a weirdo."

Micheal didn’t laugh with her. Any trace of a smile faded off of his face at ‘weirdo’. He didn’t like being called that.

She sighed. "Sorry." She could tell he wasn't happy with what she called him.

Micheal dipped his head. “That’s okay.”

She gently moved away with a warm smile and layed back on her back. She studied the ceiling. Each little marking on it.

Micheal set his head down on his pillow. He wanted to kiss more, but he didn’t want to be called weird anymore. He just decided to feel content with what he got.

She laid there for a moment in silence before saying something. "You know, where I can from, everybody has the same everything. The same clothes. The same smile. The same…fakeness." She paused. "I got really tired of it. So, I came here. And found an odd place where I found you. I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I only meant to say I'm glad I found you."

Micheal glanced at her when she talked and sighed softly. “You fell. Where did you fall from?”
The sky…?