Michael's POV
"Michael! Michael!" fans scream out as I wave from the top of the plane steps as camera's flash before ducking inside.
"I think next time we're going to need more security..." Frank mumbles as he walks in loosening his tie.
"More like the national guard." Greg laughs as he sits down. I pull his hat down making him laugh as I sit in one of the seats across from him kicking off my shoes, as I prop them up. More people load the plane before the door closes, getting ready for takeoff.
"Michael...do me a favor. Let me bag one of those females out there." Ricky says pointing to some outside as I roll my eyes.
"You sound like you're gonna commit a murder." I scoff as a grin slowly spreads across Greg's face.
"He sure is. My man is gonna murder some puss--" he begins to say as Sheryl sits up from the seat behind him smacking the back of his head.
"Hey!" he says turning around as she crosses her arms, smirking as he rubs the back of his head chuckling.
Ricky pulls out his video camera, as he shoots it out the plane window.
"It's May 23, 1988...." Ricky says as he begins recording. "And we are still on the Bad Tour....with--" he shoots the camera at Greg.
"This ugly ass clown." he says as Greg gives him a look.
"Son...." he says turning towards the camera. "You better watch yourself before I throw you off the plane."
"Son?" he snickers. "I always knew Greg wanted me to call him Daddy."
"Man, for that you owe me a father's day gift."
"It isn't even father's day, and Greg is over here looking like someone's deadbeat dad." Ricky says as Greg busts out laughing.
"And we got the bad man here himself.." he says pointing the camera towards me as I keep laughing with Greg.
"And we got the baddies over here...." he says pointing it at Sheryl. He looks over seeing Tatiana sitting next to Sheryl, headphones plugged in her ears as she writes in her journal.
"Tatiana looks like she is writing in her book of secrets." he says as she keeps writing, obviously not hearing. She looks up moving her headphones out of her ear.
"What?" she blushes looking confused. I smile as I watch her red lips curl into a smile as some stray curls fall down her face.
"What are you writing? I'm doing a video." he chuckles as she blushes slightly, moving her curls out of her face.
"Music."
"So we are witnessing historical music in the making." he grins. "Someday I'm going to sell this to the highest bidder, so I don't have to keep touring."
"Can we hear it?" Sheryl asks practically bouncing in her sea as she blushes.
"I-I don't know." she locks eyes with me. "It's still rough and..."
"Come on..." Greg whines. "If you're nervous to do it in front of Michael, just relax and remember he's listened to you moan too." Greg says as I throw my neck pillow at him.
"You'll listen to it...later." she smirks as she gets back to writing.
Tatiana's POV
It was night by now and everyone was fast asleep on the plane. Sheryl had her head on my shoulder as I gazed out the window at the nighttime stars. Usually on planes I could sleep easily, but this time around my adrenaline was still high up.
"Psst..."
I look up seeing Michael standing up his eyes on mine. He nods his head to the side as he walks towards the back of the plane. I look over at Sheryl on my shoulder as I gently move away, making her moan as she turns her head the other way.
Careful to keep quiet, I stand up as I slip down the aisle trying not to wake up anyone as the sleep on the airplane's couches, love seats and etc.
Michael gently takes my hand as he opens the door, pulling me in as my mouth opens slightly.
Michael's plane was already huge, and was more like a fancy living room than a aircraft, but this-
"You mean to tell me you have a bedroom on a plane?" I say slowly as he chuckles rubbing his bottom lip slowly with his fingers. It wasn't big at all, and the low rising bed took most space..but it still looked like a luxurious hotel.
"I don't really use it." he shrugs. "Especially when you all have to sleep out there, I'd feel bad." he chuckles looking down at his feet.
Of course that would be typical Michael. The plane jolts causing me to stumble against the wall as Michael quickly regains his balance.
It was no secret to people that Michael was terrified of planes. Even though he tries not to show it, I can tell in his eyes he's counting down the seconds until it lands.
"It must be the turbulence." I whisper. "Since we are so high up--" The plane suddenly jolts, causing me to bump into Michael as he stumbles on the bed, with me falling on top of him.
"Mmph.." he moans quietly as he lands on the mattress, his hands on my waist. We both giggle quietly as he stares up at me.
Staring isn't quite the word for what Michael does, though he'd fit the dictionary definition to a tee. His eyes rest, not unblinking but slowed; as his eyes stare into mine, the effect always has a way on making my heart race no matter how many times he was to do it.
I know what is coming and glance away, then shyly look back at him. His hand reaches under my hair below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek. Suddenly I see him, his eyes revealing more than his words can express. My lips part and our breaths mingle. My heart flutters as he draws me to his lips.
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"Baby..." Michael whispers as I sleepily open my eyes revealing us tangled in the sheets, in each others arms. He runs his hand up and down my back slowly as I blink slowly, waking up more. He presses his lips against my forehead.
"We better get dressed, before they wake up." he whispers as I nod silently. I slowly sit up, my body completely numb from our love making hours before.
We quickly dress each other before quietly coming out of the "bedroom". We slip past everyone as they still sleep, as the morning twilight begins to give a gentle glow in the windows.
Michael gently pulls me close, as he presses his lips against mine before going to his seat. I scoot to my seat careful not to wake Sheryl up as I sit down. I rest my head against the window as I run my hand up my neck, rubbing it slightly.
I furrow my eyebrows as my fingers run across a chain. I look down slowly as a thin gold chain goes down my neck revealing a red sapphire heart, with what looks like a crown with diamonds rests on top.
My eyes meet Michael's from across the room, as he stares in my eyes for a moment before he breaks into a smile, as he leans back closing his eyes.
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I'm high key sorry for not updating. My nana is having surgery Wednesday and things have been a bit cray. Don't worry, I still love you guys!
And omg thank you so much for voting for this story in the MJFA's! It won best MJ Romance Fanfiction <3 I had to add another sweet moment for the cute couple, before it all goes down.
To show my gratitude enjoy the rare footage of Tatiana during the Bad Tour, in the beginning of the chapter. She's adorable!
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