[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 31: The show must go on

Michael's point of view

I woke up at 6pm, and June wasn't next to me. I rubbed my eyes, and made my way to the bathroom. When I opened the door, there she was, brushing her teeth, a towel wrapped around her perfect body. I folded my arms, and looked at her, leaning on the door side. 

"Sleep well?" She asked, looking at me in the mirror, her toothbrush still in her mouth. 

"Yeah, thanks." I answered with a smile. 

She rinced her mouth, and sat on the washing machine just next to her, and began to brush her long blond hair. 

"Ready for tonight?" she asked me with a smile.

I unfolded my arms and put my hands in my pocket, looking at her, "I'm nervous, but yeah, I'm ready. Are you?"

"I'm always ready to see you on stage, Michael" she said, smiling at me. 

I walked closer to her, and made my way between her bare legs, resting my hands on her knees. I looked up at her, and placed a gentle kiss on her soft pink lips. When I pulled back, I noticed that the bruise on her wrist had become darker, and suddenly I felt angry again. 

"I can't wait to fire this jerk" I said between clenched teeth, examining her wrist. 

She put her wrist away from my sight, and lifted my chin up to look deep into my eyes. 

"Forget about all of this for tonight. I'll be fine. We are fine now, ok?" She softly said, placing her hands behind my neck. 

"We are fine", I repeated, weakly smiling. 

She wrapped her legs aroung my waist, and placed a passionate kiss on my lips. Everthing I could think about at this moment was this little towel she was wearing. Seriously, this woman is really hot. I can't help it but think about ripping this towel from her, and, you know... 
When she pulled back from the kiss, she was bitting her lower lip while looking at me. 

"Stop doing this" I whispered, looking at her. 

"Doing what?" She asked me.

"Bitting your lip, and kissing me this way! You're making me crazy" I admitted. 

She pushed me away from between her legs, and jumped from the washing machine. "Okay, whatever you want, Mikey." She said, reaching my lips and pecking them. 

She made her way out of the bathroom, and get in the dressing room. I followed her, took my outfit for tonight's show, and returned in the bathroom to put it on and to get prepared. A few minutes later, as I was fully dressed, I fixed my hair a little, and put it into a low ponytail, with a few locks resting on my forehead. I didn't put any make up: this is Karen's job. 

When I got out of the bathroom, June was in her underwears, standing in front of the dressing room with an angry look on her face. 

"I have nothing to wear!" she dramatically said. 

"That's what evey woman on the planet say, but look at this closet, it's full of clothes!" I said, laughing. "Look", I said, coming closer to her and the dressing room. I picked up some black skinny jeans, a simple white t-shirt and a cozy cardigan, and then handed these to June.

"Put this on, before I eat you." I said, looking at her body. 

She tilted her head, and put the clothes I gave her on, without saying anything. When she was finished, she went to the bathroom to put some nude make up on, and then came in the living room where I was standing. 

"Let's go, shall we?" I asked her.

She kissed me passionately, and then headed to the door. 

"Now we can go" she told me with a half smile on her lips.