After we calmed down and fixed ourselves up a little we made our way back outside to get the reception started. We headed out hands locked together, swinging them back and forth contently. Once we reached the reception tents somebody yelled, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!” everyone clapped and cheered on as many of them came up and congratulated us. Most of the party was embarrassing since Michael’s brothers wanted to share stories about us. Other than that it was wonderful; everyone enjoyed themselves, we cut cake and I shoved some on Michaels face and ran away when he tried to retaliate, we had our first dance, and I also threw the bouquet. Michael turned the brightest shade of red when his brothers gave him hell about taking my garter off with his teeth and other cheeky things his brothers would tease about, poor Michael. Finally the party was winding down and we made our way back to our room to change and get ready to head off for the honeymoon. “You ready to get out of here?” he asked as he took my suitcase from me. “Yeah,” I smiled. We made our way down the stairs and the driver took the bags from Michael. He took my hand and we ran for it through the rice war. They stopped throwing rice and bid us goodbye and we were off. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I snuggled into him, “This is wonderful. I can get use to this.” I took in his intoxicating smell, “hmmm what?” “Cuddling up with my beautiful wife.” I smiled and kissed the part of his neck that was next to where I was cuddling in. We held onto each other until we got to the plane, then we made our way to our seats and snuggled up sleeping a little before our honeymoon actually happened. “Michael?” is asked playing with a few strands of my hair as I laid in his embrace. “Yes love?” “Where exactly are we going?” he chuckled, “See if I told you it would loose its element of magic and surprise.” “But baby-” “I’ll at least tell you this, its about a 5 hour flight.” 5 hours isn’t that bad, so maybe somewhere not too far like Hawaii? I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I huffed impatiently as I laid back against him. My head begin to think of what would go down as soon as we got to this mysterious place. Of course it would probably be a romantic night knowing Michael , but what about the love making stuff? To be honest I was a little scared, and I wasn’t actually sure why I was. Was I afraid of him not liking what I look like? Well he did practically see me naked way back when I fainted in the shower. Was it the fact that other than what those men did to me in the alley way, I’ve never slept with a man before? Probably. Even though that happened I considered myself still a virgin, I didn’t decide to give that up to that thug! Im inexperienced and a little paranoid as any virgin would be. I know Michael loves me more than I can probably imagine, but something in the back of my head feared that those suppressed memories from the rape would surface at the wrong time and I would ruin our special night as well. Even though Michael and I have always shared a room and have been together for quite sometime, we’ve never taken anything too far, so this would be a new experience for both of us. My thinking was probably making this a lot worse than what it is. I just needed to give it a rest, I’m sure everything will go fine. I allowed myself to finally lay in peace in the arms of the man I loved, and ever so slowly I drifted off. *4 hours later* “Saria, hun wake up. We have about 15 minutes before we land.” He shook me a little as I finally gave in and opened my eyes. I looked up to him blinking the sleep out of my eyes. The window next to us gave no clues to where we were since it was practically pitch black outside. “You have a good nap,” he help me close to him, “As long as you’re holding me, I’m at complete peace.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. After the plane landed and they got our luggage off, we headed to an awaiting limo. “Can you tell me now?” he chuckled again, “just wait, you’ll see here in a minute.” Soon after the limo made a turn on a road leading to what I thought a sign said ‘Disney World.’ I waited until we finally made it to the entrance. They let us through and in the distance you could see the giant fairytale castle. “Oh my! Michael,” he smiled at me, “surprise,” I attacked him with kisses, this was so wonderful. After what seemed like forever, we finally made it out of the car and up to the honeymoon sweet Michael had for us in the castle. “Thank you baby, this is all so magical.” It was huge and extremely quite. “Why is it so quiet? Aren’t other people staying here too?” He smiled and shook his head, “I booked the entire castle for us only.” I gasped and hit him lightly on the arm, “Michael, you realize how much one room probably cost let alone the entire freaking castle!?!?!” He smiled, “Gurl I know, I made the plans myself. But nothings to much for my wife.” I gave him a glare, I can’t believe he did that, “you didn’t have to do that…but thank you.” I kissed him lightly. We made it to our room and I think I was in my 6-year-old-self’s dreams. The room was a powdery blue with a giant bed fit for royalty; I guess Michael was the King of Pop (giggles at thought). We explored the room; the giant bathroom with a nice Jacuzzi type bath tub, the nice looking bedroom, a well layed-out sitting room and even a little romantic dinning area. We put things away and settled in, after I headed to look out the window that overlooked the beautiful park. “Wow this is absolutely lovely; I don’t think this can get anymore perfect.” Michael smirked a little, “well….I can think of a few things that would actually make it perfect,” and with that he pulled me to him and kissed me with such a passion and a neediness I don’t think I’ve ever felt from Michael.
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You Are My Life
FanfictionWhen Saria Hart gets the chance of a lifetime to meet her idol, Michael Jackson, she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. After going through so much, she finds herself in a position she never thought she'd be in. will she meet Michae...
