Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..41..

When I walk into the bathroom again, Michael's sleeping naked against the tub.

This man is out of it.

I chuckle and shake my head. "Oh, gosh."

I managed to strip him from his reeking clothes. After he threw up on both of us. Then I put them all into the washer with my shoes and workout clothes.

I found a clean pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt on his dryer.

I put on the t-shirt and now I'm here to get him into the pajama bottoms.

Hopefully he cooperates.

"Michael." I call softly, but he doesn't move.

He looks so cute. Though, it's obvious this man should never drink again. He can not hold a drop.

"Babe? Michael?" I kneel beside him and tap his shoulder. "Michael!"

He jumps hard as his eyes pop open. "Huh?"

I giggle then cover my mouth. "I need to get you in bed, sweetheart. Are ready?"

"Can I make love to you?" He asks in a raspy voice.

"I'm not sure you're up for that right now." I mumble, tugging his limp arms. "Come on, get up. We're going to bed."

He nods slowly then closes his eyes again.

"Babe?" I sigh.

"You love me?" He asks in a childish voice with his eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes." I smile as I tilt his head back and he slowly opens them. When I think his eyes have focused I say. "Yes, Michael, I love you."

A sweet smile spreads across his face but he closes his eyes again.

"And all I had to do was get drunk to hear those words." He grumbles. "I hope I remember this."

I grunt as I help him up from the floor. "You will, but just in case you don't, I'll remind you everyday. Step into your pajamas now, baby."

Michael sighs and steadies himself with my shoulders.

After he's in his pajama bottoms, I wrap his right arm around my shoulder and we make the journey to his bedroom.

I lay him gently on the bed then he reaches up for me like a wanting child.

"Will you stay here with me?" He asks, hugging me to his chest. "Please, I need you."

"Uhh, yeah." I muffle against his chest. "I-I'll stay, Michael."

"Thanks," He smiles, drunkenly. "you keep the nightmares away."

"The what?"

The next moment, Michael starts snoring softly.

I look up at him and his mouth is slightly open.

He's asleep.

I sigh as I push myself off him and pull his legs into the bed.

For a slender man, Michael is heavy as hell.

I grunt as I pull him into the bed some more.

"You're gonna have to sleep on top of the--" I stop speaking because something catches my eyes.

What's this?

I look over at Michael then look back at the painting above his bed on the wall.

It's the painting he bought from the gallery and it has a sticky note on it.

I stand on my tiptoes and squint to read the words.

"Beauty in its simplest form is a woman's, and that woman's name is Jenna."