Ever Victorious (A Michael Jackson Tale)

First Aid

Maria's P.O.V

"Maria you have to know that you are wanted..." I looked back at him. What did he mean?

He took my chin in his hand and the eyes I was drowning in closed.

Suddenly he pressed his lips to mine and a jolt rushed through my entire body. I closed my eyes and was lost in the moment.
I moved my hand so I could hold him closer. I felt something fall beside me but all I could think about was his kiss and my heart pumping in my ears was all I could hear.

All too soon he pulled away, breathless.

I looked into his eyes and they were the most intense I had ever seen them. No one had ever looked at me in that way.

I was trembling from the surprise and exhilaration of what we had shared. Craig had kissed me yeah, but not like that. This was something else. There was a time when I thought I was in love with that freak but this kiss changed everything.

"Maria! Your dress!" I snapped out of my hypnotic state and looked down. My glass of wine had tipped and was making a spreading stain all over the bottom of my white dress.

As a reflex I slid off the counter and pain shot through my foot
"Crap!" I pushed Michael back so he didn't step in the broken glass all over the floor.

He immediately picked me up bridal style and carried me to the sofa.

"Thanks" I mumbled. "Could you fetch the first aid kit in my bedside drawer? I always have one, but it's usually for the kid's benefit, not mine" He didn't take the joke, he just rushed to get what I asked for.

I insisted that I could sort myself out and with his help, hobbled to the bathroom. He watched as I pulled out a piece of glass in my foot, looking tense.

"Michael I'm fine, really. I do have a first aid certificate you know" He sighed, puffing out his cheeks. He looked adorable when he was concerned.

"I'll leave you to get changed then, I'll be outside if you need me" He went back to the sofa and sat down.

I crossed the threshold into my bedroom and over to the wardrobe. I took off my wine soaked dress, it was no good to me anymore. I didn't mind too much, it was a bit too short for my liking, another idea from my friend at work to try to get me "back in the game"
I smiled to myself as I pictured what would be her reaction to what had just happened between me and Michael. She'd have to lay down probably. I was surprised that I was still so composed, though the wine had been a distraction at least.

I suddenly realised that I hadn't shut the bedroom door onto the lounge and my heart raced. Just get something on!

I opened the doors to my wardrobe, hoping they might conceal my semi naked body. I picked the first dress I could find and pulled it on, cursing as it grazed my cut foot.

Bad move, this was that damn dress I couldn't do up at the back.
"Are you ok Maria? I heard you shout and-"
He stopped dead in his tracks and stared. Oh God, not that stare again, it made me weak at the knees.
My face was on fire, just like the day I first met him. This time I knew it wasn't a cramped backstage that was making me feel like this, I was blushing red hot.

"Um, yeah I'm good thanks um..." What the heck was happening? Why couldn't I speak?

"Here, let me at least help you with your dress..." He stepped over to me and did up my zip, his fingers grazed my back, making me tingle from head to toe.

"Thanks Michael" my face was still hot but at least I could look at him.
"I may not have a first aid certificate, but I can try to help you out with something" His eyes roamed over my face. They had a kind look in them and I had never felt so safe.

"You've helped me in more ways than you know" I murmured.

I slipped past him to go into the kitchen again. It was a mess. I tried not to smirk as I grabbed some kitchen roll to start cleaning up the puddle of wine.

"Hey get your hands out of there, you'll cut yourself again!" His tone was urgent but still soft. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Well this mess can't stay here can it?"

He finally grinned "I guess it was my fault, I'll send for a cleaner... and you get yourself over here where you won't get hurt" I smiled and crossed over to him. He pulled my waist to his side.

"Michael, I'm used to picking up the pieces after people..." I felt him tense beside me. I looked up at him but he was looking over at the far end of the room, where the phone was still sitting after it had been thrown, plug ripped. Another thing to chuck out later.

Michael left my side and stormed towards the pile of what was left of my telephone. "You shouldn't have to" he growled. He kicked the handset and made his way to my front door.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

He turned on his heels, rushed back to me and pulled my arm to direct me out of my apartment "We are going to get the cleaner" His light voice had been replaced with a foreboding tone.

I had a feeling he wasn't on about getting a copy of the Yellow Pages.

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