Speechless... • Michael Jackson •

Piano Memories / Mature Content

"Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, " Mac sings out of breath as he dances around in the living room, trying to make Prince stop crying. "This is useless..." He groans. "I know, it's just funny to see you do that, " I chuckle, Mac sends a grin my way and chuckles.

"He's just hungry, go and put a movie on, ill be down in a bit, " I give him a smile and takes Prince out of his bouncer. "Any movie?" He asks, I nod and give him the thumbs up. I walk up the stairs and into Prince's nursery.

"Okay lil' dude, you hungry?" I ask and sit down on the little sofa chair in the corner of the room. "I'll take that as a yes, " I chuckle as he drabbles his voice.

After his feed, I place him into his crib for a nap. I grab the baby monitor and take it downstairs with me. "Okay, you got a movie?" I ask as I step down the stairs. "Yep, I got some Dumbo on, " Mac sits down on the couch and slouches into it. I skip over to the sofa and sit down. Tomorrow I have a photoshoot for the new album, that means I have to leave Prince alone, but he'll be with Mike and Mac. What's so worrying about that?

Oh, God.

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I pass the instrument room and freeze, the piano. I walk back to the door and feel the material. I haven't been in here since, well, I was pregnant.

I don't realise I'm sitting on the seat of the piano until I press a key, a high note plays. I smile. Maybe I could play a song.

I smirk to myself and start to play to keys unconsciously. I miss this, playing the piano.

I don't know how long I've been playing but I look over to the window and it's dark. Last time I checked it was broad daylight.

I finish the song and feel someone's gaze on me. I smirk and turn around, Michael leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face. "I haven't heard you play in a long time," He mutters. "I know, feels weird," I rise from the chair and walk over to Mike.

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I give him a long kiss. He hums quietly. "I haven't had a kiss like that in a while, " He sighs and places his hands on my waist. "How could I repay you?" I sigh.

"Well, it involves us, privacy, and a bed," He mutters out. "Sounds very nice, but theres one problem," I smirk. "Mac will hear and I dont think he'll get a good nights sleep, " I give him a little wink and skip away from him. I only get up to the second door until my waist is grabbed and I'm pulled up over Michael's shoulders. I shriek but slap a hand over my mouth not wanting to be loud. "Mike!" I hiss-whisper and slap his butt which I get a slapped butt in return.

He walks into our bedroom with me gracefully on his shoulder. He drops me down on my feet and I straighten my hair from it's mess. "I do know one thing that Mac won't hear, " I walk him over to the bed and push him down se he's sitting on it. "And what is that?" He mutters, his voice strong and husky.

I pull his sweats and pants off with one tug and look up at him with hungry eyes. "This, " I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue against the tip. He starts to pant and I can tell that he's trying not to moan. I smirk and take his full length into me, thanking the lord I don't have a gag reflex. He bucks into my mouth and I pull back to do it again.

"Ah, Jesus, Tabitha," He sighs, I look up at him, his arm is draped over his face and his arm is bunching my hair away from my face. He twitches inside of me and warm liquid shoots down my throat like a gun. I swallow it quickly and remove my mouth from him.

"You're welcome,"

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