Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..43..

It's the middle of the night, and Michael and I are wrapped in his bed sheets and each others' embrace.

"That was great, baby." I moan in my afterglow. "You are too good for words, man."

"No, you were great, baby." Michael sighs as he rubs my shoulder with his thumb. "Jenna, do you realize how beautiful you are when you come?"

I giggle, shyly. "No, I don't, Michael. And I'm sure it's not that beautiful. Babe, I lose touch with the world around me when I'm coming. I'm quite sure my face says it all."

Michael kisses my forehead. "And your face says beautiful, baby. You are beauty personified, Jenna."

"Aww," I smile before kissing his cheek. "that's very sweet of you to say, sweetheart."

"I'm a sweet man," He whispers against my cheek as he squeezes a handful of my ass. "and I do speak the truth, Miss Toussaint."

"Yeah, right, sir." I smack his chest playfully and he chuckles.

Michael sighs heavily and starts playing with my fingers. "Jenna, how are we gonna do this?"

"Do what?" I ask, absently as I trace a finger over his strong jawline.

"Act like we're not madly in love while at school."

I stop tracing his beautiful feature as reality sets in again and I stutter. "I-I don't know."

I haven't really thought about that.

"I don't know either," He takes a deep breath before kissing behind my ear. "but we'll probably have to ignore each other, you know?"

"Yeah, probably," I scoff, because we'll definitely have to play it cool. "because people are already suspicious."

"Yeah, Henry St. Paul being at the top of that list."

"That reminds me." I lean up from his chest before going on. "I saw him earlier."

"Where?" Michael asks as he sits up too and leans his back against the headboard.

"In the hall," I blink as I recall the moment. "he was running after his wife. And guess who I ran into on the elevator?"

"Who?" Michael mimics an owl.

I try not to smile as I answer, "Tia."

Michael jaw drops and he stares at me. "What was Tia--Ohhhhh," Realization is written all over his face as he points to the wall. "was she coming from St. Paul's place?"

"Yeah," I chortle because his facial expressions are sending me. "I'm guessing Mrs. St. Paul caught them in bed together or something. When I rounded the corner, on my way here, Mrs. St. Paul was coming around it too... with a suitcase. Then, when I was down the hall, Dean St. Paul came out of his place yelling for her."

Michael stares into my eyes as he asks, "Baby, did he see you?"

"No," I frown in thought. "I don't even think Mrs. St. Paul saw me." Michael sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes. "What?" I ask, rubbing his leg, as he opens his eyes again. "What's wrong, Michael?"

"Tia saw you." He states, accurately, before running his fingers through his hair.

"And?" I ask as I straddle him. "Who cares?" Michael sighs as I run my fingertips down his stomach. "What's wrong about Tia seeing me?"

"She's gonna say something, Jenna," Michael moans as I lean forward to kiss his chest. "She'll probably start harassing me again."

"Ha." I chuckle before licking across his collarbone. "No, she won't."

"How are you so sure?" Michael groans as I rock his growing erection against my wet slit. "Baby, stop that or you won't be walking straight tomorrow."

"Because she came by my house," I smirk as I oblige and remove myself from his body. "and we called a truce."

"Say what?" He blinks in disbelief. "You did what?"

"We called a truce." I smile, laying myself spread eagle before him. Just to taunt him. "She said she's done messing with both of us."

Michael swallows hard, watching me touch myself. "Y-You believe that, Jenna?"

"I don't have to "believe anything"," I affirm as I close my legs and sit cross-legged at the end of his bed. "because I have collateral."

"Collateral?" Michael repeats as I stand from the bed.

Naked, I walk to my purse, reach inside, and grab my phone.

"Yes, collateral, Michael." I beam, shaking my phone at him, before placing it back inside my purse. "I recorded her threats to you at the gallery. And she knows I have them. She will not be fucking with us anymore."

Michael smiles with hooded eyes as I walk over to the bed and climb in beside him.

"Girl, I knew there was a reason I loved you so much." He kisses my temple as I snuggle against him.

I cuddle his warm body tighter with smile. "I got your back, baby."

"I'm happy for that," He kisses the top of my head before asking. "but where is the recording now?"

"On my phone." I scoff into his chest. "I just showed you, Michael."

"Oh," He finally catches on. "that's why you shook your phone?"

"Yeah."

Michael inhales then exhales sharply. "Sweetie, are you sure she won't get it? I mean she took mine. How do you know she won't make a way to get yours too?"

"She won't." I assure, scoffing. "but if she does, some way. I also sent the recording to a back up phone, and Whitney's just in case."

"Sexy and smart? You are too much, baby." Michael smiles, hugging me close.

"Never doubted that." I wink, playfully.

Michael rolls me to my back and stares down into my eyes. "You are so sexy when you take no shit."

I kiss his lips and wiggle my brows. "I hear I'm even sexier when I'm taking dick."

Michael laughs and it's loud and genuine. The first one I've ever gotten from him.

He looks so young when he's laughing.

I love it.

"Oh," I snap as I tap my forehead. "Janet said call her."

"Janet?" Michael frowns, rolling off of me. "When?"

I giggle. "When you were out like a light."

"You talked to Jan?"

"Yup."

"About?"

"Nothing." I study his face, shrugging. "Why? Do you think she told me something?"

He clears his throat and shakes his head, "No."

I squint my eyes before teasing. "Awww, Michael, have you been talking to your sister about me? Aww, did you tell her that you wuv me?"

"Don't flatter yourself." He scoffs, playfully, with a wink.

"I don't have to." I wink back before licking my lips. "Why, Professor Jackson, you do that for me."

"Right. So," Michael bites his bottom lip while staring at my breasts. "Flattered One, would you care for another beautiful come?"

I giggle as he pulls me into a steamy kiss.

I melt in his hands as they start exploring my naked body.

Round Two.