Michael Jackson imagines 2

Mistletoe (OTW Era)

The Christmas spirit was just starting to settle, with darkness settling outside Neverland, Motown Christmas vinyls spinning on Michael's very own decks and the ornate fireplace roaring burnt orange flames, flushing with heat. Smiling to yourself, Michaels rhythmic footsteps approach whilst you hang golden snowflake decorations on the towering tree. He steps in the room at last, making you pause mid reach to look. Instead of being a normal, casual human being, he was doing what he does best. Being dramatic.

Stood in the doorway, arms thrown into the air and head looking up at the ceiling, your boyfriend felt the need to command attention. "Oh look, it's Michael Jackson." You quipped dryly, shaking your head. Looking around, as though confused, Michael finally replied. "Who?" A small giggle dropped from both lips. "Put your arms down before you ruin the hot chocolate you goof!" You laughed, pointing out the steaming cups clutched in both of his large hands.

Striding cutely into the living room, Michael sweetly pointed out each decoration, seeming surprised. It was the first Christmas you two are spending together and instead of having his staff decorate, you decided to do it. Charcoal curls hang down his sculptures, beautiful face and long eyelashes bat every so often. Those deep brown eyes flicker over you, as though gazing upon the sweetest treat they've ever seen.

"What?" You ask softly, noticing the looks. "Nothing." His voice comes out dry and croaky, so Michael clears his throat. "Here". Placing the hot chocolate next the tree, Michael starts delving around in the decoration box, rustling loudly, slightly drowning out the notes to Stevie Wonders 'That's What Christmas Means To Me.'

"How do you feel about this? You know...Christmas. We don't have to celebrate you know. We could make it our own, less of a Christmas more of a special occasion?" You mumbled on, continuing to decorate the tree but realising that the rustling had gone quiet and you were getting no reply. Turning around to see what's going on, the sight took your breath away slightly.

Michael stood silently, staring intensely at you - each breath making his skinny, lean body move slightly. He was still wearing the same attire, blue flared jeans (the ones you loved because they defined his cute butt) and white collared shirt, but a new addition had been added. Green strands of mistletoe hung from his neck, adorning that sexy body beautifully. Taking long, slow strides closer, Michael's  body heat emulated onto yours. You had to look up to see him talk.

"I intend to make this our own. Because girl, I'm feeling inspired. And mistletoe is meant for kissing." The familiar, smooth Gary accent made both knees weak, where he was waiting. Catching you expertly and touching the small of your back, both of your lips touched in perfect harmony. Those perfect white teeth nibbled softly at your lower lip and Michael's staggered exhales, scrunched up eyes and hands pressing your head gently into the kiss made the moment so precious. Christmas was here at last...