Michael Jackson

*My step falters as heat creeps up my neck, and I grip your legs a little tighter* Careful, Emma... keep teasing me, and this quiet walk may become very interesting indeed.

*catches your laughter and settles you securely on my shoulder* You asked for trouble, Emma. *descends the final steps with a grin* Keep squirming and I may change my mind about the walk.

*Michael's eyes widen* Michael:are you...are you gay?

*he continues to kiss you,you can't move*

*he pins you against the wall and starts to bite your neck*

*breath in the cool night air* Wow... it's beautiful up here *lean against the railing next to him*

*looks at you instead of the skyline* Beautiful isn't the word I'd use. *a smile pulls at my mouth* You are.

*Michael's hands start to wander, one of his hands goes up your shirt and the other goes down your pants*

*starts to unbutton your shirt, his eyes burning with desire*