Michael opens the front door for you. When you walk into the foyer, you notice how quiet everything is. Gone is the bustle from his staff; gone is the music he has playing throughout the house during the day. He closes the door and takes your hand. He lowers his head and kisses you like he did on the Ferris wheel. When he lets you go, your stomach is left with hundreds of butterflies fluttering around and your pulse is racing. It suddenly dawns on you that you've never been alone with him in his house before. Your day ends at 6:00 when you and Mary leave and head to your cars together.
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
"A little."
You walk into the kitchen with him. "What would you like to eat?" he asks as you sit down at the island.
"A bowl of Cheerios." He turns around and looks at you.
"Cereal? That's it?"
"I'm not very hungry. My stomach is still fluttering from you kissing me and I just realized I've never been alone with you in your house before." He grins and walks over to where you're sitting. You turn and face him.
"I like making your stomach flutter and I especially like it when I make your breath quicken." He leans down and wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you. You bring your arms up and place your hands on the back of his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair. He lifts you and moves you from the stool to the counter where he stands between your legs and hugs you tightly. "What am I going to do with you, [your first name]? I feel like I can't get enough of your kisses."
"Maybe we should go sit on your couch and make out then." He lets you go and looks at you.
"What happened to me making you nervous and being your boss? Now you want to make out with me?" he teases. Your face turns bright red. He takes your hands while laughing and brings them to his lips. He places a kiss on each of them.
"I think your kisses have cured me of my nerves. I want more." Just then your stomach growls loudly causing him to laugh his high-pitched laugh. You start laughing with him.
"I think we need to get some food in you first. I thought you said you weren't very hungry?"
"I didn't think I was." He laughs again.
He puts his hands on the sides of your legs and slides you around the counter until you're closer to the stove. "Stay right here so I can kiss you while I make us some dinner." You laugh, lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek.
"What are you making?"
"Grilled cheese sandwiches because they're quick and easy and something I can handle. Afterward we're going to have some vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries for dessert."
"Sounds perfect. Want some help?"
"Nope."
After dinner and after you've cleaned the kitchen together, Michael invites you to some friendly competition on some of his arcade games in his living room. You quickly learn that friendly competition is hardly his style. He's very competitive and no matter how well you play, he always beats you, even if it's within 10 points. That is until you decide to guilt him into letting you win by sticking out your bottom lip and pouting during one game. The look you see on his face out of the corner of your eye gives him away and when he purposely misses an easy target and loses, you can't help but burst out laughing. That's when you feel one of the decorative pillows from the couch hit you in the head.
"Michael Jackson! What was that for?" you yell.
"For manipulating me with your pouty face into letting you win one game." You get a pillow to your stomach.
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I Miss You, Michael
FanficMJJ Imagine No. 24 I woke up one morning with the first verse of "Who Is It" playing in my head over and over. Not sure where it came from, but by the time I was ready for work, my mind had already created a story around that verse. You work for Mi...
