It all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight?
As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...
"You look beautiful.." Michael whispers as I peek at him watching me through the mirror. I feel my cheeks grow warm as I fix the Chanel quilted fanny pack belt that hugs my hips.
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A/N Tatiana's OOTD. I love putting these together)
I couldn't help but stare at Michael, my mouth slightly open. His legs were covered in vinyl pants similar to mine, with a large gold belt. He wore a bright yellow shirt that was unbuttoned exposing a fitted white tee and his usual black leather jacket covered in gold buckles. His fingers were wrapped in white tape, his curly hair down with loose strands falling in his face.
I couldn't help but be turned on.
"What?" Michael smirks in amusement as he licks his lips slowly.
I blush realizing I'm staring as he chuckles biting his bottom lip, before grabbing me by my waist pressing my body against his.
He moves his head down slightly, brushing his nose against mine as his other hand gently rests on the side of my face. "Do you honestly feel like doing this?" he asks softly staring into my eyes. "You truly don't have to. I'm not forcing you..."
We were on our way to another Bad Tour press conference. Even though all of the attention is usually on Michael, the crew attends at times alternating band mates and dancers.
"Michael, honestly. I'm okay...you don't have to keep worrying."
For the past couple of days, Michael remained guarded and worried ever since that night. He rarely would let me out of his sight and was extremely protective over me, always keeping me near.
He gently wraps his arms around my waist as he stares at us in the mirror. The longer I've been with Michael, the more I've learned how to read his eyes which say more than his words.
And they were coated with worry.
"Michael, I'm fine. Honestly I can handle it--I need to work. I can't hide away forever."
Which I've done for the last 4 days. And it was mostly out of embarrassment for the fact I couldn't handle what had happened by myself...and everyone either witnessed it or heard about it.
And I couldn't stand the thought of everyone most likely viewing me as helpless "poor Tatiana".
God knows I've been trying to get rid of that reputation ever since Michael and I had bad blood, and the many incidents that followed after.
He stays quiet as his warm fingertips brush against my skin as he traces the rim of my pants carelessly. His lips brush against my neck softly, his soft breath fanning against my skin leaving goosebumps against my skin.
"I love you." he whispers before pressing his lips against my neck softly.
"I love you too." I smile lightly turning my head slightly as I kiss his lips softly. "Now stop worrying."
