Jolavania || MJ FanFiction

IV

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The next morning rolled around and Michael was laying in bed next to Akasha, who was up watching him sleep peacefully with the sheets wrapped around his torso. His shirt was off showing his bare chest and stomach. His skin was soft and he had slight abs going on but a small stomach. His breathing was steady and calm as his laid on his back with his right hand tucked underneath the pillow, his left hand laid on his stomach. His head was turned towards her as a few of his curls covered his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, his long lashes defining his eyes as they were closed. His lips were slightly parted and his jaw clenched a bit as he breathed in and out quietly in a peaceful sleep.

Akasha reached over and brushed her fingers through his hair once more, feeling the softness of them along her palm and finger tips. A small groan escaped his lips as her nails softly scratched his scalp. Her touch made him squirm and turn his head in the opposite direction, which made the muscles in his neck flex as he soon relaxed again. When Akasha looked at his neck, she noticed the bite mark was slowly disappearing in front of her and all that was shown was his smooth caramel like skin, slightly lit up from the sunlight of the window. She admired his beauty once more for a little bit until she placed her hand on his chest.

"Michael, it's time to wake up, we have a lot to do today." she whispered into his ear.

"5 more minutes.. please." He groaned and pulled the sheets over his head.

Akasha giggled and pulled them down as she softly spoke again. "You're so cute when you're sleepy, but sadly I can't let you sleep the morning away. We have to get that potion for my dad and then once he feels better, he wants to celebrate."

Michael's eyes slowly opened up as he adjusted to the sunlight hitting the window and a beautiful woman laying next to him. His eyes peeked out through a few strands of his curls and he could see her smile as he finally woke up. She soon got up from the bed and made her way to her closet as she pulled out an outfit for him to wear. "This was originally my dad's but since he can't really wear it anymore he gave me permission to let you wear it for today and maybe later we can go back to earth and let you pick out some of your own clothes from your house if you want."

"Thank you." he simply said as he sat up in bed with his messy curls all over the place. He began to stretch and yawn before pulling the sheets off of him and stepping out of bed and walked over to Akasha to see what she picked out for him. It was a black suit with a red button up shirt and a black tie to match. This was right up his alley since he was used to wearing professional like clothing when he's out for business meetings or weddings. His award show outfits were different and varied from different styles, as well as what he wears to the studio or at home.

This new life was different than any other and he was going to miss the great taste of fried chicken, seafood and alcohol. The most important thing he knew he was going to miss most was his mom's cooking that she always brought to him every week whether if he was working, chilling at home, or touring. The thought of missing his mother brought tears to his eyes and he immediately wiped them.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." Akasha said, placing her hand on his arm. "I promise."

Michael looked at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. "Alright, I trust you."

A little while later after Michael put some clothes on, he and Akasha made their way downstairs where Nerezza was in the kitchen making breakfast. They both sat down at the table and Nerezza noticed them. "Ah, good morning you two! Did you sleep well?"

"We did, Mother." Akasha replied, as she looked over at Michael.

"Yeah, definitely." Michael replied, rubbing his eyes.