whatever happens » michael jackson

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[Mature era]

Another long morning had ended with us cuddled up on our sofa, his humongous hands cupping my itty bitty ones like a precious gem, and our bodies tangled like one. My head was lying on his warm chest, nuzzled against his pyjama shirt, half-sitting on his lap in the most amorous and loving embrace.

The blanket around us seemed to wrap us in a cocoon, and my eyes were peacefully shut; albeit being awake. I just wanted to fully enjoy the feeling of being in his arms without having to see him. Physical attraction wasn't as important as feeling emitted love from the heart.

Michael's soft breathing was as soothing as a lullaby as he rubbed my hands in his palms, warming me up in front of the fireplace even more with the friction caused. While he shifted underneath my body, my nose wrinkled as I felt a little ticklish.

His sweet laugh sounded from under me, "You're so cute, baby girl," he cooed at me, letting a finger trace my collarbones lightly, causing me to smile as he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me even tighter.

I decided to open my eyes and fall in love with his face all over again. We'd been together for over 20 years, and every time I saw his face, I still managed to turn into a sap and point out every single flawless piece of him that I absolutely adored.

"I love your eyes," I blurted out, "They're so big and deep, like sparkling round embellished topazes," I sighed dreamily as I let my hands wander on the soft skin of his face, tracing every line of his symmetric facial structure.

"You always make me feel so special with your poetic way with words," he rubbed my shoulder gently, slightly bashful as red dusted his cheekbones, but no longer as insecure as he was decades ago.

"It's my job you know," I joked, "Who's gonna make your stupid ass feel better every day?"

"Hey!" he protested, "I'll let you know that I happen to have been an A star student."

"Any remaining brain cells from back then are probably dead now, you're now almost 49, Michael," I jabbed at him, causing him to growl and nip at my ear as if he's going to eat it.

"And I thought taking you to Japan would've made you more romantic," he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Come off of it, you're just letting me tag along because you have a few events here," I scoffed, causing him to smile sheepishly.

"Well, I couldn't leave you alone in the house, wouldn't want to risk finding it in flames upon my return," he shrugged nonchalantly, causing me to smack his chest.

"I'll let you know that I've only ever burned chicken breasts," I haughtily spoke, my nose in the air as he wrinkled his nose.

"On a daily basis. For an entire year."

"I was newly-wed! I didn't know how to make a head or tail out of that darned cook book," I protested.

"Darling, no offense but I still can cook miles better than you can," he fondly patted my head, "Oh well, one can't be too perfect now, can he? Wouldn't be fair for the people like me."

I frowned at him, "You're being mean."

He chuckled and kissed my pouty lips briefly yet sweetly, curling me up further against his chest, "Only for you."

He fully pulled me on his lap, wrapping my arms around his slim waist.

"Why don't we do something different today?" I grinned eagerly as I let my hands creep up to play with the jet-black hair at the back of his neck, "Let's immerse ourselves in Japanese culture."