Dreams Come True By Beth C Summary: Michael fulfills a dream. Want to know more? Read the fic. Rating: R for Adult themed sex. No dirty smut, or gross descriptions, but rather a more romantic view. If you are under 18 - you better not be reading this! Disclaimer: Knight Rider and it's characters are copyright to Glen A Larson. After browsing tons of Knight Rider and Hasselhoff pics on the Net this morning, I couldn't get him off my mind. This is the result. ;) Feedback: Yup. Trekie386@aol.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael reached a long arm over and ran a gentle hand over his sleeping lover's arm. She shivered slightly underneath the thin sheet and shifted her body closer to his. He brought his lips down and kissed her silky shoulder. Their lovemaking had been phenomenal, much better than he had ever dreamed. After all these years of pursuing her, she had finally relented. Her first dismissals had been because she didn't know him, and didn't want to get to know him. He had broken through her icy exterior and they had just become friends when Stevie had shown back up in his life. After Stevie's death, the excuse had been that he would be on the rebound, trying to fill a gap in his life, she didn't think he was ready. So she put him off. That didn't deter him, however. The more he grew to know her, the more he realized that he did love her. She began to pop up in his mind during missions. He started paying attention to the little things she said, or left unsaid. He started doing special things for her, and instead of complaining he would compliment her. Finally she let him take her out. He had behaved himself like the perfect gentleman his mother had taught him to be; pulling out her chair, opening the door, and always treating her like a queen. In his eyes she deserved no less. The end result was that she began to change her attitude towards him and their relationship began to blossom. The evening dates became a regular occurrence. He never overstepped any boundaries, settling for only a quick kiss goodnight and an occasional hug. Yet his passion for her still smoldered beneath the surface, he was sure it was in his eyes every time he looked her way. He couldn't hide it if he tried. He was also certain that anyone that looked at him when she was near could tell how much he loved her. His partner certainly noticed, and his partner was an artificial intelligence inside a car. Kitt had remarked on his observations more than once about Michael's new love life. If anything, Michael thought the car might be jealous. Last night she had finally made her feelings known to him. After their normal dinner date, he had walked her to her apartment door and prepared to give her a quick kiss goodnight. She had taken it one step further and had deepened the kiss. It took him by surprise, and set every nerve in his body aflame. She broke the kiss and pulled his still shocked body into the apartment, locking the door behind him. He had stumbled slightly, finding it suddenly hard to walk, his jeans were just a little too tight in the front at that moment. She took his hand and led him into her bedroom, once again initiating a deep, passionate kiss, making her desires clear. He was afraid to breathe, afraid to shatter the moment with words. He kissed her hungrily, letting his tongue taste the sweet wine still upon her breath from the meal, desiring her like no other. Truth was, there hadn't been any others since Stevie. He hadn't wanted anyone else. Now his body yearned for her as his arousal grew in painful intensity. He broke the kiss and moved his lips close to her ear. His voice was husky as he whispered to her. "Are you sure that this is what you want?" He was giving her a chance to back out, to change her mind, even though his body screamed to take what she was offering him and get some relief. "Yes," she whispered right back. "Michael, I've never wanted anything more." She began to unbutton his shirt and run her fingers through his curly chest hair. He took a sharp breath in at her touch, then leaned down and nuzzled her neck. Her skin tasted slightly salty, yet sweet. His tongue traveled her jawline, then over her chin. He planted a kiss full on her lips as she removed his shirt and tossed it aside. His hands were busy unbuttoning her blouse, then reaching inside to cup her breasts with a touch as light as a feather. His body was aching now for faster movement but he took his time removing her clothing and licking each place that new skin was exposed. Now they were both topless and he moved her towards the bed, slowly, then picking her up in his strong arms and carrying her the last few steps, easily placing her on the pillows. She pulled him down next to her, as he buried his face between her breasts and lathed her skin with his tongue. The rest of her clothing soon followed his onto the floor in a messy pile. His hands, rough and callused from gripping the gull wing steering wheel, now explored every curve of her body as if she were made of the finest silk. He would take such care with her, that she could only moan in reply to his explorations. He positioned his nude body over hers as she prepared herself for him. Her chest was heaving and she tried to press upwards in the desire to meet him halfway. He still held back, supporting his full weight on his arms, and kept himself from entering her and taking that final step that would mean there would be no turning back. It was killing him at this point, he desperately needed relief now, but he had to be absolutely sure. "Is there something wrong?" She asked as he hesitated. "Don't you want me?" "More than you'll ever know," he replied with tenderness. "I just don't want to make a mistake." He brought his face down and nuzzled her ear. "I care about you, about us, too much for you to have regrets about this later. I need to know that this is what you want and not just because you feel obligated to me." "Michael Arthur Knight, you talk too much," she chided gently. "Yes, I want you." She brought one hand up and caressed the side of his face as he closed his eyes and marveled at just how much her touch turned him on. "Now, please stop worrying and make love to me like you want to." He turned his head slightly and kissed her cupped palm as he finally allowed himself to enter her. She was as warm and soft as he had imagined in his dreams. He could not contain his moan of pleasure at the feeling. "Oooohhhhhh!" He wrapped his arms around her as he started an unrestrained pace. If he ever had any doubts about how much he loved her, they were gone now as he expressed that love to her with his steady thrusting motion. She moved easily to his rhythm, moaning as she did so, little sounds of excited pleasure while pulling his sweaty body closer to hers; raking her fingernails across his back and buttocks just hard enough to excite him without leaving any marks. His curly hair was damp now, and hung off his face in moist ringlets from the sweat that seemed to be streaming out of every pore on his skin. God, he loved her, loved her so much. Loved the sounds she was making now, they excited him to no end as he continued to pump helplessly into her body. He was beyond stopping now, his animal instinct drove him on as his body demanded satisfaction. She moaned his name over and over again, "Michael, oh Michael, yes Michael," as her body tensed beneath his; her gasps growing more pronounced. She clutched at his straining shoulders then reached again for his buttocks, pushing him deeper inside. He pumped a few more times then she groaned and climaxed loudly, her body engulfed in spasms of pleasure. The sight of her face, the sounds of her pleasure and the feel of her body in the throes of passion urged his own climax forwards. It only took a few more strokes before he joined her in blissful delight as he buried his face into her neck and grunted his own sounds of pleasure into her sweaty skin. He pressed his body tightly to hers as he rode the waves and felt his body empty itself of too much waiting and wanting all in a few short bursts. It was astounding, this feeling of pure joy that was long overdue, the waves washing over him. "I love you," he whispered into her ear as he collapsed after the last of the spasms died down. "I love you with all that I am." She pushed her own sweaty brown hair out of her face and hugged him close, feeling her heart pound in perfect rhythm with his. "And I love you, Michael." He withdrew from her, then cupped her body close. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." He kissed her firmly on the lips. She returned the kiss, then snuggled up next to him until they had fallen asleep, wrapped in nothing more than a thin sheet and each other's love. Now he had awoken and was still amazed at how satisfied he felt. She was beautiful, even in sleep, and he felt himself become slightly aroused just watching her. He had plenty of sexual experience in his lifetime but nothing that compared to how it felt to make love to someone you love deeply. There was no comparison to what he had just shared with her. He kissed the top of her head. He was more than content to just lay there and watch her sleep. Later there would be time for talking, and time to go back to work. Right now it was just heaven to be with her. He didn't want this moment to ever end. He was with the woman he loved, and would continue to love. He lay back down and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply the scent that was her. "Bonnie Barstow," he whispered softly. "I love you." He closed his eyes and let his breathing slow. "I'll always love you," he stated as he fell back asleep. - End |
