let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

dangerous tour

                               June 27th, 1992

Ariana

I watch Michael in the wings, seeing him performing on tour for the first time in years tonight was so nostalgic. It brought me back to the first few days of the Bad tour, I was so excited to get out there and put on a show for everybody. I wouldn't be going on stage or making any appearances this time around, I simply will just be observing Michael's dancing and singing with Delilah.

Since Dede is wearing special headphones due to the loud sound of the music her little ears can't take, I slowly rock her back and forth. She's bubbly and clapping as she watches Michael do his thing.

The concert ends and the box that carries Michael up behind the stage lands, he gets out and I carry Delilah over to him.

"Why, oh why, do you have to be so extra, Michael?" I tease as he leans into kiss me.

"Hey, you suggested the idea of having me fly away with a jet pack, I just had to hire a stunt double." He retorts as he picks up Dede, kissing her forehead and swinging her around.

"I was being sarcastic, you're just so literal." He sets her down, rolling his eyes before pulling me into another kiss, this one more heated. Truthfully, we haven't kissed like this in awhile.

My lips leave his. "Michael, people are watching." I mutter, my face flushing red.

"And?" He raises an eyebrow. I bite my lip, attempting to contain my arousal. It's clear he can sense my desire for him in this moment.

He picks Dede back up, grabs my hand and all three of us walk to Karen's makeup room.

Karen sits on the chair, reading a cosmo. She tosses it on the vanity, her eyes brighten once she spots Delilah.

It's almost as if Karen is more obsessed with Dede than I am, her love for her is something I wouldn't change for the world though.

"Hi, baby." Karen reaches her arms out, Dede runs right into them, greeting her. "Hi, Karen."

Michael clears his throat. "We would appreciate it if you could watch Dede for 20-" I nudge his side. "30 minutes." Karen has a smirk on her face. "We gotta go do something...important, real important." The both of us nod frantically.

"Yes, I can watch your daughter while you two bang each other." My eyes are about to pop out of my sockets and I'm almost positive Michael's are doing the same.

I don't even try to respond but that chance is taken away from me once Michael throws me into his personal dressing room.

He takes no time grabbing both of my hands and backing me against the closest wall, right beside the vanity and pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, while the other grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. His legs were on either side of my thighs, trapping me completely. Michael was never usually rough when it came to that part of our relationship but the few times he has been turns me on more than anything.

His hand travels from my face to my waist, never breaking contact with my clothed body, and all of a sudden, I felt a burning pressure between my hips. His touch is always sensual, leaving me wanting more every time. I parted my lips, slightly, letting out a ragged breath and his gaze moved to my mouth, then his lips settled right to my neck, kissing and licking the skin on my throat.

I unexpectedly grab his face, pulling him away from my neck and kiss his lips softly. My lust always gets the best of me, Michael melts into my kiss, his firm hands roam up and down my body. I abruptly pull away, tenderly pushing him on the red love seat. I smile as I slip my jean shorts off, and walk up to him, placing my knees on each side of his thighs so I straddle him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck and his hands rest at my hips, holding my core right above his throbbing length.