Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[35]♡doggone lover♡[35]

Misty

I never realised how I missed the feel of his lips on mine, his hand cupping my jaw, his minty breath on my cheek.

We spent the rest of the night together like old times, laughing and mainly enjoying each others company. It was like all of our worries were pushed aside, it was like the separation never happened.

It was safe to say we'd both drank, I'd learn to handle the temporary numbing in my gum and the burn in my chest, meaning I drank more than him, and boy did I suffer the consequences.

Though I only knew that the next morning, when I awoke in Michael's bed.

*

"Shhhh," I pressed a finger to his lips, and he closed his mouth, sighing, "I just want one more drink,"

I giggled, before running around the bar and nearly tripping on my long dress. He looked stunned for a second, but then laughed at my silliness.

Before I could even order, Estello was holding a toast and gave me one of his mixes. I downed it, and looked a Michael who was nowhere near finished.

*

"My head hurts," I grumbled to myself, rubbing my forehead and sitting up. I was in an oversized male black t-shirt and my dress and heels were slung over a chair on the other side of the room.

At first, I couldn't recognise the apartment, and I was ready to fight anyone who'd put their hands on me in my drunken, vulnerable state.

It was then I inhaled his familiar scent, which put my mind at slight ease.

Even more so when he popped his head through the ajar door and smiled, "Morning, Misty,"

I sighed, before forcing a smile back, "Good morning Michael. What h-"

"You drink now, do you?" He said, stepping into the room.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I chuckled lowly, pulling the covers up to my chest as a cold breeze snaked in from the now-open door. He noticed my Goosebumps and closed it, taking small glides towards me and sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing me as he shifted his weight onto one of his arms.

He was wearing a navy blue buttoned shirt with black trousers, plain black socks on his feet as there wasn't a need for shoes in the house. His curls were parted to the side with a few strands resting on his forehead. He hadn't changed.

"Well, someone drank more than anyone else last night, and that same someone passed out on my lap in front of everyone. I couldn't leave you alone, so here you are. I slept on the couch, in case you didn't want me to.. you know, get close to you again. I kept checking on you, because I was worried,"

"Oh," I said quietly, playing with my bottom lip and looking closely at the way his hair rested on his relaxed shoulders, "Thank you,"

"No problem," He spun himself around and crossed his legs, so he was now looking me in the eyes. He clasped his hands together and smiled for a second, a nervous smile.

"Let's talk about that performance of yours,"

I felt my cheeks burn as I covered my face with my hands, "No thank you," I whined, unable to conceal my smile.

He reached forward and grabbed my hand removing it from my face, laughing his high-pitched laugh. Though I covered my reddened cheeks with my elbow. However, he just smartly grabbed my other hand. He was holding them both now, in fits of laughter and I attempted to pull them up, away from his gasp so I could continue blushing without him seeing, but I pulled him with me and he ended up falling on top of me, his brown eyes staring into mine. Close. So close that I could feel his breath on my cheek again.