Moments with Michael

Awards, makeup and small hearts

Another one suggested by miss @disneyqueen369 herself :) I hope you'll like it! Just to everyone's information, I know absolutely nothing about makeup, have worn mascara two times in my life and that's it, so if I'm saying anything wrong, that's why. I hope you'll forgive me ;)

I love you all, my fellow moonwalkers!

It's the year 1986, and you and Michael are going to the AMA awards tonight. You have been together for two and a half years, but you're not married (yet).

"You're so good at that!" Michael tells me with admiration in his voice, as he watches me finish my makeup.

He is, once again, nominated for some awards at the AMA's, and as his girlfriend, I'm gonna accompany him tonight. I have tried that quite a few times by now, but it's still just as much of a thrill as it was the first time.

"Thank you" I say, smiling at him in the mirror. The smile he sends back at me could light up an entire city, not to speak of the bathroom we currently are in.

I finish my "artwork", and stands up to turn around and face Michael. He's standing only centimeters from me, and I see nothing but love in his gaze. Given that he's more than a few inches taller than me, I have to stand on the tip of my toes to peck him sweetly on the lips. As I do so, he grabs around my neck and keeps me close to him, causing the kiss to deepen. For a moment we both just enjoy it, before I break apart from him by standing down on flat foot again.

"Do you know I love you, Gry?" He asks, his voice just a tiny bit more than a whisper, yet strong and clear.

"Do you know I love you more?" I reply, looking into his deep, brown eyes. I carefully move a single curl out of his face and tucks it behind his ear, knowing very well that it will fall down again in only a matter of seconds.

"Do you know I love you most?" He says, a glimpse of satisfaction showing in his eyes as he just won the little "argument" of ours.

Not being able to think of something good to say, I just once again reaches up to peck him on the lips. This time, though, I stand back down again before he can hold me there.

"We should really get going now, Michael." I tell him, taking his hand and looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah, we probably should." He agrees, only to lean in close to me and whisper "just one moment", before once again crushing his lips to mine. Even though we should have been out of the door five minutes ago, and I'm a crazy perfectionist when it comes to schedules, I can't help but give in to the sweet feeling.

When we finally get out in the waiting limo, Michael's private chauffeur quickly gets us to the place of the award-show. Lucky enough, we arrive on time. We get in and finds our seats, and the show begins.

It's far into the night when we get home, with both the awards he was nominated for. We're both tired, and barely even takes time to change to pajamas before going to bed and falling asleep immediately.

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"Gry??" Michael asks, and it's clear in his voice that he wants something.

"What?"

"You remember yesterday, when I told you how good you are at doing your makeup?"

"Yes, I remember" I say hesitant, not knowing where he's going with this.

"Can I try to do it on you?" He finally comes out with his question, giving me his biggest puppy eyes.

My first response is to say no, but a second look at his adorable, begging eyes makes me think twice. What is the worst that could happen? I need to start being more open for ideas, and not just say no to everything out of impulse. And... it could actually be pretty fun. Michael usually have people to do his makeup for him, so he probably don't know much about it. Plus, those eyes are making me melt like ice under a dessert sun!