Michael Jackson Short Stories/Imagines

Man-stealer (Appleheadswriter) { part 1}

Natalie walks into her new guest room at Neverland Valley Ranch carrying the last box of her belongings. She has just moved to California from Georgia to come stay with her sister who is currently dating Michael Jackson. Michael insisted that she come stay with them so that she didn't have to spend her money on a place to live. He had plenty of room to share and besides, he and Natalie were close friends long before he had met her sister.

Despite Natalie's sister Vanessa's constant absence lately, Michael has been anticipating Natalie's arrival. He's sick of Vanessa always ignoring him and putting his needs off. He and Natalie had a slight romantic history and he was definitely looking forward to possibly rekindling that fire. He just has to make sure that she doesn't totally freak out on him because of her sister.

"Hey, Nat." Michael calls from the open door of the guest room.

"Hey Mike!" Natalie calls back, bending down and placing a bag under a table.

"Need some company?"

"Sure. I could always use your company, love."

Michael sits on the edge of her bed and assesses her body with his eyes. Her curvy round hips up to the full curve up to her breasts are enough to ignite a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. He thinks about making a move right then, but he assures himself that there will be time for fun and games later when she's settled in.

"Hey, when does Vanessa get back, Mike?" Natalie asks, crouched down in front of her dresser as she places her folded clothes inside of the drawers.

"Umm, tomorrow morning. She had to interview someone in Sacramento tonight. She just left about an hour before you got here." Michael says, dismissing his earlier thoughts.

"Aww. I guess it's just you and I then, huh?" Natalie looks over her shoulder and grins at him.

"Umm, yeah. What do you want to do?" He asks, fidgeting his fingers around in his lap.

"How about a movie in the theatre tonight?"

"Sure, and dinner?"

"Of course. Would you mind if I cooked tonight? I'm sort of picky."

"Oh I know, girl," Michael grins at her, "But you're definitely welcome to cook. As long as I'm invited to help you."

"Of course, silly. It's your home" Natalie giggles and shuts her drawers.

"Uhh, Natalie, it is our home now. It's yours too, baby girl." Michael says, smiling at her with admiration.

"Yes sir!" She says, standing up and taking Michael's hand.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

After making home made chicken stir fry and pot stickers, they take their food into the home theater and watch a movie called "In Her Shoes". They eat and laugh at the movie and soon, they find themselves leaning against each other eating the strawberries and whippped cream that Michael had brought to them for dessert. By the end of the movie they're hand in hand and too wrapped up in the film to realize that it's late.

As the film ends, they stand and Natalie starts to pick up after them, but Michael stops her. "Hey, leave that. It's alright," He shrugs.

"Alright haha." she rubs her eyes.

"You tired?" Michael mumbles, placing his hands on her arms.

She nods and leans forward, placing her forehead against Michael's chest.

He picks her up bridal style and she catches her breath, but doesn't struggle. "I'll take you to your room, honey."

Michael carries her into her room, her arms wrapped around his neck. When he lays her down, her eyes look tired, but slightly lustful.

"Please stay." She whispers as he pulls her blanket up.

Michael freezes in place and blinks at her several times before responding, "What?" a large smile spreads across his face in disbelief.

"Please stay the night with me, Michael." Natalie whispers, her eyes begging him.

"Alright, baby girl. Scoot."

Natalie scoots over in her bed and opens her arms for Michael to settle in. When he does, Natalie's warm hands snake around his waist and their legs tangle together.

"She doesn't deserve you, Michael." Natalie whispers.

"I know, Nat. I know this. Can I tell you something.?"

"Anything, Michael." Natalie breathes against his neck.

"Natalie, I was about to break things off with Vanessa before you called her and asked for a place to stay. You see, I said yes only so that I would have a chance to tell you how I really feel about you. I think it's time because it's been almost a year. I'm sick of your sister. I'm sick of her lies, her games, and she constantly cheats on me. Then she get's mad at me when I don't want to touch her. I am nobody's fool." Michael is ranting and Natalie is speechless.

"I've been in love with you from the moment you came into my home. The first time you woke up in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep and I did the same. We sat in the garden and talked for hours. I knew then that it wasn't Vanessa that I was in love with. It was you. It still is you, Natalie. I'm in love with you. I want to be with you. Fuck Vanessa." he says Vanessa's name with disgust.

"Michael, I love you too. I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I just didn't ever want to be labeled 'Man Stealer' or anything. I've loved you for so long and I was secretly hoping that I could find a way to make you feel the same. I just.." Natalie says, but is interrupted by Michael's mouth on hers.

Her hands reach up and grip onto his neck as she deepens the kiss, their tongues finding each other and moving in sync. Michael's hands move from her back to her hips as he pulls her tightly against himself.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Michael whispers against her mouth.

She pulls away suddenly and stares at him with lust. "We talk about everything tomorrow, Michael. I need you tonight."

He nods quickly and grins, pulling her on top of him.