Fear of Flying- a Michael Jackson fan fiction

Desperate measures

In the middle of the night Amanda had turned onto her other side and faced Michael. She reached up under his shirt and touched his warm skin. Seeking comfort, she wrapped her arms around his body. tucking her head under his chin and into his chest. He moaned in his sleep, pulled her closer to his body, and kissed her forehead.

He woke up in the early morning and was surprised that she had moved into his body. He knew that wasn't how they were positioned when they went to sleep so she was the one who came to him. He liked the feeling of her in his arms so he just lay there and enjoyed it for as long as he could. He started to get aroused and rolled away from her and over onto his back. Feeling cold again, she moved back into him,put her head on his chest and turned her hips into him again. He finally gave up fighting,turned back towards her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Closing his eyes again he fell back to sleep. She woke up later and felt incredibly warm and protected in his arms. As she became more aware of her surroundings she realized something pushing into her stomach and was mortified when she realized that it was his erection pressing into her. As she rolled away from him he mumbled in his sleep.

"no don't leave"

He pulled her back into him, placed his hand under her shirt onto her upper stomach and grazed the underside of her breast. She became irritated and shoved him away. He woke up with a start.

"I knew not to trust you. I thought you were different. You're such a prick. You said I could trust you not to try anything."

A shiver ran through him as he was suddenly chilled from their seperation. He sat up and pulled the blanket over his shoulders.

"What the hell did I do? I was sound asleep."

"Oh like you don't know. You were practically humping me and reached over and touched my breast."

He noticed her looking down at his crotch. He glanced down and saw what was bothering her so much.

"You're the one that kept pushing into me all night. Every time I moved away you moved back in. I can't control my physical reactions in my sleep. Sorry honey but as much as you would like to think otherwise, I like most men wake up this way most mornings and it has nothing to do with you. It's called morning wood. Didn't they teach you that in nursing school? What are you a nun or something? Haven't you ever woke up beside a man? Believe me you are the last person I want to screw right now."

He quickly crawled out of their warm nest and threw his boots on and walked away.

He went to his bag pulled out his jeans, pulled off his pajama bottoms and put his jeans back on. He stripped down to his t shirt removing his jacket and hoodie then took off towards the fuselage and climbed up into the plane. He was instantly hit with the intense smell of death and he almost gagged. Pulling his t shirt collar over his nose and mouth to try and cover the smell he started picking through the pockets, purses and coats of those who were deceased on the plane.

"Come on. Damn it all. One of you must have been a smoker. I'm sorry to do this to you but I've got to find what I need."

He gagged but nothing was in his stomach to come out, so he pushed on determined to find what he was looking for. After going through the entire cabin, he went to the galley and searched the last few drawers. He found some more alcohol and filled his pockets. He jumped down and went to the body of the flight attendant who had died last night. Checking her wrists he found a key ring, pulled it off of her and jumped back up into the plane and tried the lock of the cockpit door and it opened. He kicked the door open and was mortified with what he saw. The pilot had a tree branch sticking into his chest and the copilot had not fared any better. He searched their bags and finally found what he was looking for and put it in his pocket. Next,he looked at the panel and there weren't any lights on any of the buttons. He grabbed the headset and listened but it was silent. There wasn't any static, no voices no sound, just dead air. He threw the headset in frustration.