[This Is It era]
A night of passionate love with the one you adore with every fibre of your being was just the right cure for a broken heart, wasn't it? The answer to all your helpless cries? The way to fix your life of all sorrows?
It wasn't. I still knew that in the morning he'd be gone, and again I'd be alone for a couple of years.
His bare chest rose up and down underneath my naked body, torso milky white with just a couple of remaining dark blotches. He looked so statuesquely beautiful at the age of almost 51, his dark eyes fluttering lazily like gems as a breezy smile was on his perfect face.
Slightly out of breath from our previous activities, he rubbed his huge hands against my sides. I always admired in him that he was always ever such a gentleman that gives all the love he has in the world.
"You continue to inspire me with endless love and perfection," he sweetly mumbled as I brushed back those curls I ever so dearly missed.
I breathed shakily, tracing shapes on his chest, earning a relaxed hum from his ribcage, "You're leaving for London."
He seemed confused, "I know princess, we've been through that months ago."
Shaking my head at his oblivion, I tried again, "I'll be all alone for a year."
"You've done it before though baby, what makes it so different now?"
I didn't want to say that I knew many women out there would want and lust for him due to his comeback, and the fact that he was still ever so gorgeous, so I just buried my head in his chest. but he seemed to have understood, seeing as he blushed.
"Come with me on tour then," he urged me out of the blue.
"What?" my head snapped up instantly.
At my seeming hesitation, he began to panic, "You do want that, right? If you don't wanna be with me all the time like that it's fi--"
I shushed him with my finger, which he kissed kindly, being the gentle human he was.
"There's nothing better than spending every wake and sleeping moment with you," I hugged our bare bodies close, leaving small kisses up his sternum, "I just don't ever wanna burden you."
He sighed, "You're my wife, my soul, my existence reason, my best friend, my girlfriend, my muse, and my everything. I'd be honored to have you with me."
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whatever happens » michael jackson
Fanfictiona collection of very short and sweet scenarios/imagines i used to come up with on instagram. now i write them here only. all eras included. no sexual content included (though sometimes i hint at sexual activities) enjoy! ig: was @comegetmethighs @go...