With Michael

Chapter 23 - Passion

18th of March, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Brooklyn: "I can't believe you made me do this." I mumbled as Michael turned on the music, again.

He chuckled, "You love working with me, admit it. You're enjoying this even more than I am."

I rolled my eyes at him, and heard the first few notes of 'In the Closet'.

My breathing got faster as we danced in sync, never losing eye contact with him.

"Just keep it in the closet." my husband whispered, violently pulling me to him from my waist, just like he was supposed to.

Knowing what this song was about, I actually felt sexy dancing with him, something I hadn't felt ever since I found out I was pregnant.

I guess it made me feel special to know he wrote a song about our sex life - a thing that always made everyone so curious, but has never been spoken about other than within the two of us.

"Bam!" Michael said as the track ended, pretending to close a door. "Come on, one more time. It has to be perfect for tomorrow."

"Mike, can I suggest something?" I questioned.

"Of course, babe. Shoot." he smiled and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"What if we did all of this routine a bit more... Spontaneous? I feel like we're forcing it. Like, this just doesn't get the message out."

"The message? Brooke, it's a straight out sexual song, there is no message." he reminded me.

"Exactly, it's a very sexual song. You're the one who told me you wanted passion in the dance, and I just can't see it. Where's your passion, Mr. Jackson?" I smirked.

Challenging him always made everything more fun.

"I'll show you passion." Michael mumbled, coming closer to me.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, instantly making me wrap my legs around his waist.

Pinning me to the giant mirror, he sucked hard on my neck.

"Is this enough passion for you, Mrs. Jackson?"

His lips traveled down my chest, slightly kissing the skin above my breasts.

"Y-yeah." I breathed.

My husband chuckled deeply and pulled away, "We're doing it again."

"You're such a tease." I said as he scanned my body with his playful eyes.

He put me down on my feet.

Michael gave me a soft kiss before putting on the song again.

~

19th of March, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Michael: Brooklyn and I were getting ready in our dressing room trailer.

I went through the newspaper as she was getting dressed in the bathroom.

"Is it supposed to be this exposing?" Brooke asked.

"Yes, it has to show your beautiful curves and thighs." I answered, turning the page I finished reading.

A certain headline caught my attention: 'Has anyone seen the Jacksons?'

Two big pictures of Brooklyn and I were printed out in the article, from the day we went out to eat with Janet. The day we lost Destiny.

'It has been less than six months since Michael Jackson's fans have learned that the King of Pop will be expecting a baby with his wife, Brooklyn. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson never looked happier, walking around Los Angeles with a visible bump and the upcoming auntie Janet for this new baby. But is it all really one big fairy-tail?'