Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Michael, this is beautiful," I sigh in awe at the tropical sight before me. 

"I knew you'd love it," he grins, kissing down the side of my neck. I giggle lightly, placing my hands over his that are on my waist. 

"You know me well," I grin, "I've always wanted to visit the Bahamas. This was where my parents went for their honeymoon." I sigh, frowning at the thought of my father. 

"Really? You've never told me that." he murmurs, turning me in his arms.

"It never came up," I smile, hoping he doesn't bring up my father. 

"Okay smartass," he grins, lightly smacking my ass. I smile brightly, reaching on my tiptoes to peck his lips, "I want to show you something." He winks, intertwining our fingers, pulling me off of the glass porch and into the house. 

"Where are you taking me," I giggle as he pulls me up the cascading stairs. 

"Patience is key for where I'm taking you." he grins over his shoulder. I step quickly to stand beside him, resting myself against his side as we continue to walk. Michael leads me to a plain white door amongst the rest of the plain white doors in this long hallway, "This is my favourite time of day here." he smiles, opening the door. He pulls me through the door, and into a natural dimly lit bedroom.

"Michael, this is gorgeous," I gasp softly, looking to the massive king size across the room with the modern furniture around it. 

"The room isn't what I'm showing you, but I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, pulling me towards the doors that I presume lead to the balcony. They have a slight glow peeking through and my eyes gleam over with warmth, "We came up here so that I could show you this," he grins, opening the doors slowly as the curtains slowly blow in the warm breeze. 

"Michael," I gasp at the phenomenal sight before us. The sun is going down, causing purple, pinks, oranges and reds to blend in the sky, "It looks like a painting." I sigh, completely at ease, "How'd you know when to come up here?" I smile at the sky, not able to tear my eyes away just yet. 

"I may have been here before a few times," he grins as I take a few steps forward. I lean on the railing of the balcony and Michael wraps his arms around my waist from behind. 

"How often?" 

"Often enough." he sighs, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

"Have you brought other girls here before?" I ask hesitantly, hoping I don't know the answer. 

"No," he chuckles, kissing my shoulder, "I've never brought anyone here before. You're the first." 

"Really?" I ask, too excitedly. 

"Why, does that make you happy?" he grins, kissing the side of my neck this time. 

"Of course," I scoff, leaning into his sturdy, tall frame, "I don't like the thought of other girls touching you." I grin, reaching behind me to put my hand on the side of his face. 

"I don't like the thought of other guys touching you either." he sighs as I turn my face to his. 

"You don't have to worry about that," I grin, "I'm pretty sure you're the only guy who will be touching me from now on." he smiles, leaning in to kiss my lips gently. 

"I hope so," he sighs against my lips, kissing them again. He turns me in his arms to kiss me more deeply, and I happily oblige. 

"This is your place isn't it?" I ask, smiling against his lips, after a minute of locked lips.

"How'd you know?" he smiles. 

"I just had a feeling." I wink. 

"I love you, Jay." he sighs, pulling me in tighter. 

"I love you more, Michael." I smile, holding his face in my hands. 

"Oh, I don't think so," he grins. I kiss his lips longingly, still holding his face in my small hands, "We should definitely have sex now." He smiles against my lips. 

"Oh really?" I giggle as he presses my back against the rail. 

"Right here." he nods. I search his eyes for a joke, but it never comes. 

"Really?" I ask, raising a brow, "You're serious?"

"Of course," he smiles, kissing my lips gently, "Why not? No one can see us." he grins, pressing his hard erection against my stomach. 

"Michael," I gasp as he runs his fingers down my back. 

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to," he says sincerely, looking deeply into my eyes. I smile deviously, pulling him into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. 

"Of course I want to."