The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 47

Maeve's POV

I didn't wait for Michael to finish the show. Instead I asked one of his security guards to take me to the hotel early.

As I stood there in my favorite T-Shirt, the bad-tour shirt I bought before the very first show in Japan, tight black leggings and my black leather boots I wondered yet again if I out of all these beautiful women in the world was the right one for Michael.

I am no super model that's for sure. I like the way I look and up until now I never met someone who told me I was ugly. I love wearing jeans and shirts but I also love wearing dresses and heels.
I'm not really tall so I can easily wear heels and Michael would still be taller than me but I've also been working the whole day AND I'm pregnant. My feet were already hurting.

My encounter earlier with Tatiana made me feel small again.

I often get this feeling since I'm with Michael and every time I question us when the only opinion that matters is Michael's and mine.

I was already in bed when Michael came tiptoeing into the room. I told his security guard to tell him I was already tired so he wouldn't be worried.

I then heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on soon after. After he was finished he joined me in bed.

After a while he spoke with his soft voice "What's wrong Maeve?"

I didn't answer.

"I know you're not sleeping" he said.

I sight and turned around where I buried my face at the side of his neck breathing in his scent, reminding myself that this is the place I belong.

"I was tired, but couldn't fall asleep without you by my side" I told him.

"You're lying" he stated.

I kept quiet and cuddled him some more. Now that I am in his arms everything's alright.

"Tell me what's going on. You promised to talk to me!" he reminded me.

I turned on the small light on the nightstand before sitting up straight and looking down at Michael.

He really is a beautiful man and I was lucky to see him this way. No makeup, not dressed up. Just him as natural as he could be.

"Nothing happened, Michael. I'm fine. I just had a small encounter with Tatiana" I told him.

"What did she say this time?" he rolled his eyes and let himself fall on his back. He seemed to be getting frustrated with this girl.

"She told me to keep away from you... she referred to you as her man."

Michael's eyes were closed and he rested his hands over his head. At my words he couldn't hold back laughter.

"That's ridiculous" he said. "Anything else?"

"She um... she called me ugly and said that you shouldn't be with people like me" my head hung low as I remembered our conversation. Michael's laughter died quickly and I felt him sitting up in bed.

I felt his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. He now was in front of me.

"I am yours and yours only" he kissed me.

"I hope you didn't believe a word she said because if you ask me, you are the most beau-" he paused for a second, looking me up and down.

"Is that my shirt?" he then asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I missed you after I left the stadium" I admitted.

"You could've stayed" he said scooting closer.

"I didn't want to, I was so sad" I told him.

"Do you still feel sad?" he asked. By now his face was really close to mine.

"Only a little."

Michael's POV

I kissed her quickly before telling her to lie down on the mattress.

I lifted her, well technically MY shirt, to reveal her small baby-bump. I planted sweet soft kisses all over it causing her to giggle.

I then thought of a way to cheer her up and remembered a conversation from the time we got to know each other where she told me that she'd listen to P.Y.T. when she felt ugly. So I decided to sing it to her.

I started with the Intro and slowly said "You know you, you make me feel so good inside, I always wanted a girl just like you!
Such a P.Y.T., pretty young thing"

By now she knew exactly what was happening. A wide grin spread across her lips.

She watched me singing to her but she didn't let me finish. After the first chorus she grabbed my face and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss.

Every time we broke the kiss I tried to continue singing causing her to laugh. I loved hearing her laugh.

"Nothing can stop this burnin' desire to be with you
Gotta get to you, baby
Won't you come? It's emergency
Cool my fire yearnin'
Honey, come set me free
Don't you know now is the perfect time?
We can dim the lights just to make it right
In the night hit the lovin' spot
I'll give you all that I've got!"

I didn't notice that my hands wandered up and down her body, pushing the sheets away from her just to reveal that she only wore her panties, no shorts, and I couldn't help but wonder what she wore underneath my shirt.

At some point I found my fingers play with the hem of her panties. I knew when it comes to physical contact Maeve was still a little reluctant and I didn't want to rush her into something she's not ready yet. I did once and ended up getting her pregnant. I have no regrets, though.

"You know, I think you're really nice
You and I could've just put together
You're such a P.Y.T. to me, pretty young thing"

I ended the song by kissing her deeply and by her response to me I knew she was just as turned on as I was.

When I slit my fingers inside her panties I could feel her whole body tense.

"Try to relax, Maeve! I want to make you feel good. Tell me when to stop" I whispered before continuing.

I started by softly stroking her as I watched her closely. A quiet moan escaped her slightly parted lips.

She closed her eyes and her body started to relax a little. I smirked and started to rub her clit as I felt her getting wetter and wetter each second.

All my attention was on her and the way she reacted to my fingers moving down there.

I felt her hand in my hair when she pushed me down to kiss her. I obeyed and even deepened our kiss.

As our lips moved in sync I felt her spreading her legs guaranteeing me more access as I slipped one finger inside her and started pushing it in and out. After a few pushes I added another one.

I decided to stay with 2 fingers for today. I didn't want to overdo her this time.

I increased the speed as I noticed her walls clenching around my fingers.

"Michael" she breathed.

"I want you to let loose" I told her and she did.

While one of her hands gripped the back of my head, the other one tried to hold on to the bedsheets as Maeve's head rolled back, her breathing becoming heavier and her soft moans filled the room.

I watched her as she was enjoying her high and when the end neared she pressed our foreheads together. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing became more and more steady. "I love you" she whispered.

I let her catch her breath while admiring her body. She didn't open her eyes for a while but there was a huge smile on her face and she was all giggly.

"Thank you for making me feel better" she said.

"Anytime" I said before planting another kiss on her lips.