Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Not A Bad Thing✨

Mature Era

"Say it again,"

"Sono pazzo di te,"

You giggle, a violent blush illuminating your cheeks as the smooth, sensual words tickle the shell of your ear.

"I have no idea what you just said," you grin, bitting down on your bottom lip as you snuggle up closer to the handsome man at your side. "But I could hear you say it all night,"

Your boyfriend chuckles, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you to face him, the two of you now nestled and cozy in the corner of the elevator.

"It's Italian for 'I'm mad about you'," Michael responds sweetly.

You grin, staring into his hypnotizing ebony eyes as he wraps his arms around you.

"How do you say 'You're the sweetest man in the world' in Italian?"

He shrugs sheepishly.

"I don't know. I only studied the pick-up lines,"

"Well," you speak before gently kissing his jaw. "Keep 'em coming. It may pay off by the end of the night,"

The elevator chimes, indicating your arrival on your floor. Michael smirks, grabbing hold of your hand.

"I like the sound of that. Facciamo l'amore,"

The sultry tone of his voice leads you to believe that your boyfriend had said something sexual in nature and the lecherous heat from his earlier sweet-talking travels up your spine.

"This is the best Valentine's Day ever, Michael," you sigh wistfully. "I can't believe I'm really here in one of the most romantic cities in the world. I'll always remember it,"

Your expectations for your first Valentine's Day with Michael had been simple: a quiet dinner at Neverland, a movie night snuggled in the theater with the kids, a dozen chocolates and some kisses. But Michael had exceeded your modest ideas, surprising you with a weekend getaway to Rome.

You'd always adored the culture, food, and architecture and dreamed of visiting. Your well-traveled boyfriend would listen, encouraging you to travel to the places you desired but it never expected him to take you himself.

You were overjoyed but a deep melancholy feeling had managed to linger in your gut.

You'd been dating the King of Pop for six months now and every moment had been more wonderful than you could imagine. You'd adored Michael from the moment you'd met. He was handsome, intelligent, charming, and kind- the type of guy that was a rarity to find in the modern world.

Despite Michael's unfathomable fame, the two of you had a lot of common interests and respected one another and his three children adored you as well. You were happy together, so much so that it scared you sometimes.

Years before you'd met Michael, you'd been married to a man named Keith. Keith had been one of your first loves and you had a wonderful marriage together that ended tragically and prematurely when he was killed in a motorcycle accident.

It had been four years since and you still deeply grieved the death of your beloved husband. For the longest, you were certain that you'd never replace Keith but things changed once Michael got in the picture. You deeply cared for Michael and enjoyed every moment you'd spent together but thoughts of your husband often lingered in your mind.

You were reluctant to embrace complete happiness with Michael in fear that you were betraying Keith.

"The night isn't over yet, baby," Michael grins, flashing his flawless smile once you reached the door of your suite. "It's only just begun,"