*Warning: Sexual content is in this chapter.*
Tatiana's POV
"Tat...are we going to discuss this or do you want to keep ignoring me?" Michael asks as he following me backstage after rehearsal.
Four days have passed since the shooting, and since then I've been avoiding Michael at all costs. He would call the hotel room I shared with Sheryl and I would make her answer giving him some sort of excuse on why I couldn't meet him.
It wasn't because I didn't want to meet him or didn't love him...it was because-- us being around together on tour was like a trigger for bad luck to happen.
"Tat..." he grabs my arm. "Please talk to me..."
"About what?" I cross my arms looking down at my feet as he runs a hand through his damp, sweaty curls.
"What's going on?" he whispers. "I've been calling and trying to see you...but Sheryl keeps saying you're busy."
"You know I have a life outside of you." I blurt out. I sigh instantly regretting my words as I close my eyes. "I just think we should keep this at a professional level until tour is over, okay?" I whisper.
"Is this because of what happened?" he asks staring at me. I stay silent looking away from his stare as he scoffs.
"Are you freaking serious?"
"I'm not doing this with you here." I say walking away as he follows after me quickly.
"No we are doing this right now." he hisses grabbing my arm as he pulls me into a room slamming the door behind us.
He turns on the light revealing us in a tight closet as we stare in each others eyes.
"Tatiana, you need to realize this has absolutely nothing to do with you. This happens all the time on tour--"
I raise an eyebrow as he shrugs.
"What? It happened to Jermaine. Some girl I guess he messed around with during tour found out about his girlfriend--and I guess she tried to make a pinata out of him..."
"Then it's validated if he was messing around." I roll my eyes. "And you're not doing that..."
He stays silent as I look back at him. "I said you're not doing that...right?"
He continues to stay silent as I feel my heart drop before angrily marching away. He laughs pulling me into his arms. "Oh baby, I'm kidding...no one compares to you." he chuckles kissing my forehead. "But honest Tat...it's nothing, alright? Remember that woman who said her and I were having a baby?"
A few weeks ago a woman, who was obviously mentally ill, claimed she was the inspiration of Billie Jean and was having Michael's child. Which was just one of the crazy situations that happen when your Michael Jackson....
"Crazy things happen." he says softly pressing his forehead against mine. "Please--I'm okay..."
"Yeah..." I mutter. "I guess your right. It still worries me..." I mumble looking down as he gently wraps his hands on my waist. "I just don't want to lose you--"
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially without you, Tatiana." he says kissing my forehead. "And I had to suffer 96 hours and 45 minutes without you..." he mumbles gently brushing his lips down to my neck.
I blush shivering slightly at his touch. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad..."
"Oh it was." he says lowly. "Every night I wished you were right next to so I could hold you..." he mumbles pressing his lips against me neck pecking it softly. "And touch you..." he breathes kissing my jaw trailing down my neck, making me moan.
"Didn't you miss me baby?" he asks in a deeper voice that always had a way on making me extremely turned on. His hands slowly begin to travel my body as I close eyes letting out a moan.
"I can't hear you--" he whispers jerking his hips into mine as I feel his hard bulge against me, making me gasp.
It's hard to tell what happened after that, but whatever happened it led to Michael having me pressed against the wall, with my legs wrapped around his waist, his shirt completely unbuttoned as we kiss each other wildly.
Suddenly the door swings open and there standing is Greg.
Michael and I freeze in place staring at Greg wide eyed as his mouth drops.
"GREG!" Michael yells.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Greg screams dramatically clutching his heart as he wails.
"What's going--?" Ricky stops as he looks in at us. "Oh fuck---like literately..."
I immediately jump from Michael's arms as he slams the door shut horrified.
I cover my face horrified as Michael curses under his breath.
"I'm gonna kill him." he says opening the door, walking out clearly annoyed--and embarrassed.
I follow behind him blushing deeply as Greg whistles. "Damn Mikey--and Mikey Jr." Greg says looking down at his pants as Michael shakes his head, straightening his hair.
"You might want to take care of that--it looks like he's trying to run away from home." Ricky snickers as Michael tries taking a punch at him, out of clear embarrassment.
"Hey now...." Greg snickers. "Mike here was just trying to give Tatiana some extra dance lessons. You notice she's been walking kinda funny lately." he says before howling with laughter.
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"I'm so embarrassed..." I mutter walking in the bedroom, face planting in the bed groaning as Michael giggles throwing his hat in a chair.
"They'll forget about it--" he begins to say as I cock an eyebrow at him. He blushes deeply looking away grinning.
"I was gonna stroke you so good." he says lowly as I throw a pillow a him, making him laugh.
"In a closet, Michael..." I hiss.
"I couldn't help it." he laughs. "Four days, I haven't had you near me."
I giggle rolling on my back. "I'm sorry you had to suffer..."
The phone begins to ring, making Michael sigh out as he walks over picking it up.
"Hello?" he says. "Yes, it is."
I sit up as he talks on the phone, which sounded as if it was a business call. I get up as I go in the small kitchen area to give him privacy. I grab an apple out of one of the complementary gift baskets that is always delivered to Michael's room from the hotel as I sit on a stool. I notice his tape recorder on the counter as I press the "PLAY" button.
I smile listening to a beat fill the room, which I recognized as Michael beat boxing. I couldn't help but get up dancing around the kitchen as the beat begins to pick up even more.
When the music stops, I suddenly hear someone's throat clear as I turn around seeing Michael lean against the wall, meeting my blushing face.
"What are you doing?" he asks as a slight grin begins to play on his face.
"Nothing..." I blush. "I was uhm--just listening to that song....I like the beat. Any lyrics yet?"
"No, but it'll come soon." he shrugs and bites his lip staring at me. "I just need some inspiration."
"I'm sure you'll have it soon." I laugh. "You always do."
He chuckles softly gently grabbing me by my waist pulling me close to him. "You are my inspiration..." he whispers softly. He brushes my hair back from my shoulder and moves in so close I can feel his lean body pressed up against me. I feel is warmth and already my mind has placed our lips together.
"And you know something?" he breathes softly. "I could use some inspiration right now--"
"Didn't you have enough after what happened today?" I giggle softly as he smirks.
"I could never have enough." he mumbles. I feel his hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips, burning as they make contact with my neck. He knows that once he kisses my neck, my resistance will crumble. A hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his cologne scented body, as he presses me up against the wall.
"Have you ever done it in the shower?" he asks softly as I blush deeply giggling.
"Michael..." I giggle. "You're the only one I've--"
"I forgot..." he chuckles lowly kissing my jaw softly.
"Who does it in a shower?" I snicker softly as he kisses on a sweet spot on my neck making me moan.
"Who does it in a closet?" he chuckles softly making me blush deeply.
"Touche...."
"Sex isn't always on the bed, girl." Michael explains, moving my hair behind my shoulders and moving closer to my lips. "When it happens, it just happens. Not only the bed," His lips rub against mine with every word he spoke. He quickly kisses me, "on the floor," another kiss, "on the couch," another kiss, "on the kitchen counter," moving his lips down to my neck, inhaling my scent, kissing me there, "on a plane... Against the wall..." His trails his tongue in a circle before sucking my skin there, "even in the shower."
My breath begins to get shivery, his game of seduction working.
Holy mother of God.
He has me in deep thought... about sex.
When he pulls away from my neck and just looks into my eyes, snapping me out of my trance.
"You're thinking about it right now, huh?" He smirks and I blush saying nothing, just staring up at him. "Don't be shy...." he smirks. "There's a first for everything."
"And we have all night." He adds as his lips crash against mine and with his hands on my ass, pressing me against him there, our bodies left absolutely no gap or space.
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The next chapter will be dedicated to the lovely @mylifeismichael <3 I decided to keep this one a little more upbeat since the last was crazy asf.
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