Author's note: pre-warning, it may suggest sexual detail a little bit, I'm not sure how much or little it does compared to the last chapter. Also, there will be one "secret" that Michael reveals, that isn't something about him in real life. I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE ANY OFFENCE WITH IT, OK? It probably won't anyway, but just in case. But I felt kind, so I updated sooner than normal. lol, thank you guys :)

The next day

Last night was incredible. I won't go into detail but.. oh man, Michael's good. He was right when he said I'd have an addiction to his treatment, I'm already getting wihdrawal symptoms. The way he touched me, kissed me and embraced me.. I felt like a queen. I just went along with whatever he did; I was just enjoying every moment.

I think you can guess what happened after we'd kissed a while.

Right now, I'm waiting for Michael to come back. He's been at work all day. It's Tuesday, meaning another three days of work after today. I've been doing random stuff today, I always do when Michael's at work. I get bored. When I was with Alex, he was always in, cos he didn't have a job. With Michael, however, he goes out to work every week day, earning a living as a doctor. A sexy doctor, might I just add.

It's 5:29pm. Michael should be home any second now. I sit down on the bed, and look outside the bedroom window. It has a view of the drive way, where Michael normally parks. I see Michael's car slowly come into the drive way, and I feel a rush of excitement at the knowledge I'm about to see him.

However, there's one major thing I need to talk to him about.

He gets out of his car, and I watch him walk around to the front of the house, until I hear him come through the door.

"Mr and Mrs Summers, I'm home!" he calls like normal.

"Hiya Michael," I hear mom and dad reply back in turn.

I hear footsteps on the staircase, and then the door opens. There he is. He smiles, closes the door, and then locks it.

Uh, why? He walks towards me and takes me into his embrace.

"Hey, babe."

He's never called me that before. Oh, how it sends shivers down my spine!

He's found a whole new confidence since last night. I love it.

"Hey, you." I squeeze his nose and smile up at him. He has his arms around me, and he nuzzles into my cheek and neck playfully.

"Guess who missed you today?" he challenges.

"Oh, I don't know. Who?" I play along, stifling a laugh.

"That was me, silly!" He ruffles my hair and kisses my lips once. He's so cute.

"So.. I cannot stop thinking about last night!" he grins.

"Oh.. neither can I," I reply quietly. Michael picks up on my quietness and sits me down on the bed.

"Baby, what's wrong? Wait, don't tell me. You're.. in pain? You didn't like it? I was too.. crazy? Please tell me sweetheart," he begs, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, of course I loved it. Every moment of it. And no, I don't hurt. I've done it before, I'm sad to say, with Alex. Remember, we kinda made a child together?" I smile faintly, and Michael strokes my back gently.

"Yeah, I know. So, tell me. What's the matter?"

"Hmm.. yesterday night was our first time together, if you know what I mean?"

"Oh yes," Michael smirks.

"Yeah, well.. there was one thing wrong."

"Oh God, what? What did I do?!" he asks in worry.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong! You just forgot something."

"Uh.." Michael squints his eyes and looks up, as if that'll help him remember better. "Nope, no idea. Sorry."

He proceeds to get changed, into a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey jogging bottoms.

"Ok, let me give you a hint. We kinda forgot.. uh.. protection." Why was that so awkward to say? Hmm, not sure.

"Oh!" Michael realises my point. "Of course we did. Oh well."

"Oh well? What do you mean, 'oh well?' Michael, you realise how bad that can be?"

"What's the worst that can happen?" he asks.

"Uh, we've only just got together, and I could already be pregnant with a child?" I suggest in worry.

Michael's face drops in sadness.

"Michael, what's wrong?" I ask.

"How did I not remember to tell you this sooner?" he asks sorrowfully, burying his head in his hands.

"Tell me what, Michael?"

"I--promise me that you won't leave me."

"Of course I promise and.. Michael, why are you crying?" I dry his tears away and smile at him.

"How do I put this?" he panics a little. "How do I actually tell you this?"

"Any how, Michael. Just tell me. I'll be ok with it." I give him a reassuring smile, and he dries another tear from his eye.

"Can I just ask a question? And I want your honest answer," he says.

"Of course."

"Do you want kids of your own.. with me?"

"Well.. yeah. Once we've settled down in our own home, or we're further down the line in our relationship. Of course, I'd love to have kids with you."

He buries his head in his hands, and runs them through his hair over and over.

"Then you're really gonna hate me now.." he cries.

"I'm just kinda waiting for you to tell me what this is about," I sigh. He looks up at me, his face red from crying.

"Ok, I'll tell you. But you're gonna wanna leave me, and you're gonna hate me."

"Out with it, Michael. I won't mind, I promise."

"Ok," he clears his throat to rid any signs that his voice has given out. "The truth is.. I can't have my own children.. cos I've got a low sperm count."

"Oh, Michael," I take him into my embrace. "That's ok. We can.. adopt! Or.. I don't know. If you really want kids, we'll find a way to get them."

"You actually understand? You don't mind?" he asks unsurely.

"Of course not, Michael. You're my boyfriend, I've gotta stand by you no matter what. And, I guess.. I'm sorry about the.. low sperm count. It must be awful knowing you can't have a child of your own."

"Yes, it is," he cries. "It's the worst feeling in the world. That's why I was hurting for you, when you lost your child. Because I know how it feels to.. y'know, not be able to have one."

"I know, but.. the thing is, we spoke of children before. How come you forgot to mention it then?"

"Oh, I don't know," Michael says. "I forget things, even big things like that, even when I'm talking about a topic similar to it. I'm a little weird that way."

"We all have memory black-outs from time to time," I chuckle. "It's ok. Now, on the subject of untold facts, anything else you'd like to add to that list?"

"Hmm.." Michael takes a moment to think, "yeah, there are some things. Firstly, and this may take you by surprise, I used to be black in skin colour. I have this disease, Vitiligo, and it.. it's basically a skin disease that destroys the pigmentation of the skin. I'm African American, and I know my race is that. I'm now white in skin colour, but I know I'm black. I always have been, I always will be."

"Wow, that's incredible!" I gasp, "could I see pictures of you when you were little?"

"Sure, one day. I don't have any pictures right now," he smiles in amusement.

"Sure, sure. Any other secrets?"

"Hmm.. there is one that I didn't even find out myself until last night."

"Yeah?" I ask, intrigued.

"Well, you know me and Lisa never.. y'know.." he whistles to indicate what he's trying to say.

"Never what?" I ask. I know what he means, I just want him to say it.

"Never.. uh.. did 'it'."

"What's 'it'?"

"Never mind. Point is, you were my first.." he clears his throat loudly, to try and indicate what he's trying to say.

"No, I'm clueless," I say plainly. I completely understand what he's saying, it's just funny watching him squirm, looking so awkward.

"Alright, alright! You.. you took my.. virginity."

I can't stop myself from laughing now. He's too funny!

"Why are you laughing?" He gives me his sad look, with his huge doe eyes. I can't resist that face.

"You're just so funny.. and cute. And that's why I love you," I smile, and I take his hand.

"I love you too," he replies. "So, have you got any secrets?"

That's a point. Do I?

"Uh.. yeah." No I don't! I got nothing! "I.. my real name is Rebecca."

"Well, that's different I suppose. But I already knew that."

"How?" I ask, confused.

"What is my profession, Miss Summers?"

"You're a doctor, doctor Michael. And a hot doctor at that," I lean my head on his chest and draw circles with my index finger, on his chest.

That's what always turns him on. He likes the feel of it, so I've learned.

I hear his breathing become shallow, and his heart rate increases. Cute, fangirling over my touch.

"Ex--actlyyy.." he can barely speak, I'm turning him on that bad.

"So what?" I ask, a hint of huskiness in my voice to add to his feeling of pleasure.

How such a small thing can affect him so easily is beyond me.

I draw more circles on his chest, and start unbuttoning his shirt.

"My point--tsssaaa! being, I have all your m-medical--tssss! records. I know everyth-thing about you.." it's so amusing hearing him struggle. It's cute and funny.

"Oh I get it. I guess you have a point. I don't have any other secrets, then."

"That's a shammeee.." Michael breathes. "I would love to.. uh.. hear something I didn't know about y-you."

"I'm sure you would." Compared to him, I'm completely normal.

He's breathing so heavily right now, and I've undone all his shirt buttons. His chest is on full view, and I continue to circle my forefinger on it.

"Girl, you're seriously turning me--tsaa! on!" he says.

"It's what I'm here for, sweetheart," I smirk, and circle lower down his body. He feels happy about this, but at the same time, not so happy. He likes the feel, but I'm teasing him, going so low.

I arrive at the hem of his jogging bottoms, and circle around them more. His breathing has reached an all-time record for shallowness now. He's like, dying from my touch. Bless him.

I decide to be daring, and I go even lower.

"Girl, seriously--tsaaa!" he cries, but I know he's enjoying it just as much as me.

I smirk at him, and change from circling with my finger to rubbing. I'm such a daredevil at this moment, it's unreal. What have I become?

"Ok, ok, enough, please!" Michael begs, trying to hide his pleasure.. and his giggling.

Did I mention how cute he sounds when he giggles? Well, it's VERY cute.

"You've had enough, Michael?" I ask mockingly, continuing to touch him.

He leans his head back onto the bed. He's really finding this too much, isn't he? Ha, it's cute.

"I've had enough, but I want more! It's like a freakin' drug to me, god damn it! Gaahh!" he groans.

"I understand how it feels, Michael. When you got it, it's too much. When you don't, you get withdrawal symptoms," I reply.

I decide to pin him down, and I look down at him. He's sweating, like, crazily. Must be hot in here.

"Yeah, you-you're right. But right now, it's weird. I've had enough, but I want more. See what you do to me, Becky? You have changed me."

"Sweet," I grin. "I like it when I do that." I continue with my hands, allowing them to roam everywhere. Literally, everywhere.

"And I freakin' love it when you do that." Michael's voice has gone deep, husky. Never heard that before.

"Ughn, I love that voice. You need to do that voice more often," I say.

"Oh, that reminds me.. this is my natural voice," he says, his voice now low pitched.

Very unlike the voice I'm used to hearing.

"Really? What about the high pitched one?"

"That's my 'Natural Unnatural' voice. It's the voice I use, but it isn't my proper, real voice. My real voice is deep, like any other guy. I don't like my deep voice, that's why I never use it."

"Yeah, you really should use it more often," I say, totally in awe of his speaking.

Just when you think this guy can't get any more perfect, I tell you..

"You mean, this voice?" he asks with the deep voice. It sends shivers down my spine.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, that one," I exhale. Michael smirks.

"I guess you discovered a lot about me tonight," he says.

"Yeah, I did. Say something else with the deep voice."

"Hmm.." Michael takes a moment to think, and in that moment, he decides to push me off his body, pin me down, and look down at me.

He smiles triumphantly.

"Gotcha," he taunts in his deep voice.

"Say something else," I beg.

He unbuttons my shirt, then lowers his hands down my body, stopping at the small of my back. He brings his fingers to my jeans, and fiddles with the hem a little.

It's then that I feel his lower body pressing against me, and I hear Michael exhale loudly against my skin. He kisses down, just below my stomach, and he runs a single finger down the side of my body, like he did last night.

"You want me to say something with this voice?" he asks huskily.

"Yes," I whisper. He places his forefinger over my lips, and looks down at me seductively.

"Alright, I've got a secret," he mutters. "I'm so very ready for my second time."

Author's note: that wasn't too bad, was it? I hope not. That's the last "suggestive" chapter I'll be writing for a while now. The point I was trying to bring across in this part is that Michael has revealed some of his biggest secrets. I hope that this chapter didn't offend anyone, like, either the secrets or the.. "suggestive" parts. I'm just a little anxious, I can't help it, lol :p