Michael and I hop in the Limo at 3 am to catch our flight. Our first leg of the tour was in Europe. It would be a 14 hour flight so we could catch up on rest on the way. "Ready?" He asks. I smile slightly, looking out of the window. "yup." I reply shortly. We pull into the airport and board the plane, there is a room in the back with a sofa and a full size bed. I plop on the bed letting my lifeless body fall back into sleep. "You wanna move over?" I hear Michael say laughing as he closes the door. "No" I whine. He places his bag on the sofa nearby and grabs my bag off the floor and places it next to his. Next thing I feel him lay his body on top of mine with his head resting on mine. "Oh my God!" I laugh. "Michael! Get off!" He laughs "No, I think I like it right here." I try to push my body upward and fail miserably. We both lay there laughing and I'm struggling to move. "Jay." He says. My body is way to smushed to respond. "hmm?" I force out. "Are you ticklish?" He shouts before tickling my stomach and sides. I laugh louder and manage to turn my body on my back to tickle him back. "Stop!" He screams. He sits up sitting on top of me, pinning me down. Still tickling me, I kick and scream until he finally lets go. He looks at me smiling. He leans down and kisses me, but this one was different. The feeling was different. This kiss was deeper and filled with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, until I feel his chest resting on mine. His arms tighten around my body as I wrap a leg around him. This was happening. I could feel his pants start to harden and I knew he wanted me. I had honestly started to doubt this would ever happen. Who knew a tickle fight would trigger this? "I love you, and I don't want to hurt you.." He looks me deep in the eyes. "I don't even think you can hurt me..." I study his face for while and I see he's reluctant to do this. There's nobody else I'd rather be with right now. I just want to love him and keep him close to me. He plants soft kisses down and around my neck and back on my lips. I run my hands through his hair, knocking his fedora to the floor. He pulls back, pulling back my lip and kisses my chin trailing in between my breasts. Then a knock at the door disturbs us. "Mr Jackson. The plane is about to take off, if you and Ms Pearson could kindly buckle into your seats" I unwrap my leg from around his waist and sigh. "Ok, we'll be right out." Michael grabs his fedora from the floor and opens the door to allow me out. "We'll finish that later" He whispered as I walked out. I smirk.
Michael and I slept in our chairs almost the entire flight. Needless to say, we never finished what we started in that back room.
The first night of the show is hectic. Everyone is running all over the place. I haven't went on yet but just seeing all of those people have me shaken up. We gather and join hands backstage for our pep talk and nightly performance prayer. "This is the first show everyone, I expect everything to run smoothly. I know we'll be great. I have faith in all of you." He squeezes my hand. "We've put a lot into this. Let's give these people a show." The crew gives out a big scream and we all start clapping and screaming together. "I'll see you onstage" Michael says smiling as we go to our separate rooms. As I got my make up done, I could hear the loud roaring of the crowd as he jumped on stage. There was no music yet, they were just screaming.
Finally it comes to my first appearance on stage. "Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice so, I call your name..." I hear him sing. His voice is beautiful. I fix my hair a little and grab the microphone from a stagehand. I give a deep sigh as Michael finishes his verse. I walk out to millions of people screaming and crying and I instantly feel what Michael was telling me. The love he was talking about was definitely in the air. I smile and wave as I begin to sing. Looking at Michael we come together and sing "I Just Can't Stop Loving You" and it felt like everyone disappeared. Every time we touched it was sensual and soft and I kept thinking back to our moment in the back of the plane. The tension rose with every thought. We reached the end of the song and separated on the sides of the stage and my light cut off. I took my last breath and ran off. I had just performed my first set with Michael.
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You Are My Life
Fanfiction"If you would've told me at 13 that this would be my life, I would have never believed you..."
