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whispered to him.
    Michael gave her a confused look, and she
laughed as she put her forehead to his.
    "I felt you cum inside me," she clarified.
"It really helped me climax, thank you."
    "Sure," Michael chuckled quietly, "you need
to thank me, not the other way around."
    Melanie continued to roll her forehead around
Michael's and laughed. "Well, I do. That has been a fantasy of mine
for a long time. I don't know why, I just thought that sex at a
Rave would be fun."
    "Was it?" he smiled.
    "Oh, that is one fantasy that did not
disappoint," she said as she sat back.
    Michael was becoming soft, but she stayed on
him for a minute. She smiled at him and he smiled at her. His eyes
softened and his smile faded as he reached up to stroke her cheek.
Melanie appeared confused and then looked at Michael warily.
    I know that look , she thought.
    Her own smile fade for a moment, "You're not
falling in love with me are you?" she asked.
    Michael became confused himself for a moment,
and then leaned in to her to kiss her. He brushed her lips gently
and then kissed her neck.
    "Would that be a bad thing?" he asked.
    Melanie closed her eyes to slits, and Michael
smiled broadly at her odd expression.
    "Relax, Dancy Girl. I may or may not be
falling in love, but at that particular moment, I was just admiring
your beauty and enjoying the moment; like appreciating a fine
painting."
    "Hmm," she said to him as a smile returned to
her face. "All right, Mr. Angel. I will let you off this one
time."
    "Actually, I believe you're the one that
needs to get off."
    "Ahh," she cried out with a laugh as he moved
his hips, and she was forced to slide to the side. Michael stood
and adjusted his pants while Melanie stood, straightened out her
skirt and examined the area for evidence of their actions.
Appearing pleased, she grabbed her gloves, took Michael's hand, and
led him back down the stairs.
    Amber and Dagger were waiting for them, one
on each side of the entryway to the stairs, and as Melanie passed
without acknowledging them, Amber held up her hand and dangled a
pair of panties. Melanie grabbed them without slowing her gait and
uttered a casual, "Thank you."
    Without another word, the foursome headed
back to the Rave.

Chapter 5
     
     
     
    Melanie awoke early in the morning. She had
slept well, but her eyes opened on their own, and she was
wide-awake in a matter of seconds. Turning to Michael, she watched
him sleep for a minute. Her head cocked one way and then another
before resting comfortably on the pillow. Michal's face was turned
sideways, and the pillow masked part of it, but she smiled anyway.
For as cute as he claimed her to be, she found him to be just as
adorable—especially when he was being pushed out of his comfort
zone.
    At least he's willing to try , she
thought to herself.
    She had had boyfriends in the past who would
do wild and crazy things, but that was their nature; it spoke to
nothing of their character and what they would be willing to do for
her, or even what that might endure for her. Of course, those
boyfriends had been just that—boys.
    She sat up slowly and moved to the edge of
the bed making certain not to wake her lover. From there, she
climbed down the stairs and cringed each time they creaked. Michael
didn't seem to notice; she could still hear him breathing and the
rhythm hadn't changed.
    When she reached the bottom, she alighted
softly, skipped over to the refrigerator, poured herself some tea,
and headed for her art. The flip of the switch illuminated the area
brightly, and she stood there for a moment looking at her easel.
The painting seemed to mock her.
    She frowned as she saw the swirls of paint.
Purple and green were her current choices and they swooped about
the canvas like spider webs. Some were thick, some thin, and the
lacework was intricate. It was also frustrating her.
    Taking a deep breath, she picked up a palette
and began to mix paints. A fine tipped brush was chosen and with
delicate strokes, she began to