Fatal Attraction || COMPLETED!

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A/N: The fact that this story is currently ranked #6 out of 148 stories for #badera is shocking! Thanks so much to everyone who is enjoying this story. I'm having so much fun writing it! I'm also ranked #269 out of 974 for #michaeljackson; #54 out of 143 for #mjj; and #18 out of 44 for #michaeljacksonfanfiction. I'm not 100% sure how they score this or if it goes off of reads/rates but whatever it is I appreciate it!!

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Farrah's POV

My fingers, with a mind of their own, worked to undo the buttons on his shirt. Soon, I was using my hands to rub the fabric from off of his shoulders feeling the cotton of his white t-shirt underneath my damp palms. Meanwhile his hands were working to grope tender spots on my body that caused me to moan, breaking our kiss. I was tensed, and he knew the right places to squeeze and caress that would soon make my spine turn into jello.

The red button down became an accent color to my neutral kitchen floor as Michael worked to get me out of my workout clothes. Just like before our pieces of clothing landed wherever we tossed them and soon he was escorting me to the living room, but I stopped, standing in front of him in my red sports bra and black panties our hands tightly intertwined. Instead I turned to the direction of my bedroom bringing him into my private place.

He had me against the door a millisecond after I pushed it shut his long fingers squeezing my behind in order to lift me up. I helped him by doing a small jump and then wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled away from my mouth. I was itching to get him out of his boxers and to lose my panties. "Last time we ain't have any..." His thick eyebrows quickly jolted upward.

My teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he growled which made me smile in satisfaction.

"We're okay. IUD."

I patted my arm to indicate the birth control I was under and Michael nodded his head. When the time was appropriate, and we weren't about to go at it like wild rabbits I'd ask him why he didn't think about that the last time.

Michael swung me around and I squealed as he laid me against my bed, almost flopping down and I let out a deep breath feeling his body collide on top of mine. He looked me up and down as if he was studying every curve, every exposed inch of me, and once I had his t-shirt off I noticed the blotches. I hadn't noticed them the last time since my living room was pitch black but the light from the sunset seeped into my room allowing me to see the different tones on his chest.

I didn't intentionally mean to point it out, and regretted it after I did so, but I wasn't thinking as I ran my finger over a small patch. Michael froze, and I didn't know what else to do but apologize.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

I propped myself up on my elbows and felt a little better when Michael started to rub the side of my thighs; even if he was doing it absentmindedly.

"It's not something we have to talk about if you're not comfortable." I pulled my knees to my stomach, so I could alter my position on the bed. Soon I was on my knees leveled with him standing on the side of my bed. I wasn't too much up for a conversation at the moment anyhow. The throbbing between my legs was clouding my thoughts the longer Michael stood in front of me with just his boxers on.

I kissed him before he could reply, and he reciprocated the gesture. A mixture of excitement and nervousness took over when I felt Michael's fingers tuck themselves underneath the waistband of my sports bra and then, along with his caress and the cool air of my apartment, my nipples hardened as I watched the red fabric fall to the floor of my bedroom.