31st Of March 1990
- song inspo: Wicked Game- Chris Isaak
5:34pm
I was in the car on my way to michaels house, he said he had something special planned for us.
Last night we talked for a majority of the night.. in a way that connected us in different ways.
I pulled up to the gates of neverland and drove in. As i hopped out the car i looked around and saw michael walking around admiring his garden.
"hey" i called out grabbing his attention. "hey grumps" he walked over to me. He came up to me and kissed me slowly.
"how are you?" i asked as we held hands and walked into his home. "better now that your here" he smirked. I giggled and pulled him into another kiss.
"were is everyone?" i asked looking around, which is usually filled with a lot of people. "asked for a day to ourselves" he smiled. "just a day for us, no interruptions. nothing" he bit his lip. "yay" i said quietly before pulling him in for a passionate kiss. We both backed up and started to walk to his room, he somehow he managed to open the door and we walked in, still engaged in a kiss.
We layed down on his bed, his hand travelled down the side of my body resting on my hip. He placed soft kisses on my neck and jaw as my hands ran through his hair.
I started to unbutton his shirt, i ran my hands over his bare chest. I saw his spots, which i assumed was his vitaligo. When he suddenly turned away.
"mike what- whats wrong did- did i do something?" i asked rubbing his back as his eyes started to water. "i don't want you to think i'm a freak for my condition" he sighed.
"i would never" my tone turned serious. "you are so gorgeous, and the vitaligo makes you even more perfect" i smiled as i kissed his jaw and neck, I saw a smile creep on his flawless face which only made me smile more.
"thank you" he whispered. "what for?" i asked pushing his hair aside to kiss him more.
"treating me the way you do, not insulting me because of my condition you know.." he turned to me. "have people done that before?" i furrowed my eyebrows. "yeah.." he sighed. Humanity disgusts me.
"i won't ever hurt you mike" i promised him. "and i won't let anyone hurt you again okay?" i asked kissing his cheek.
He wanted to say something, but i could tell he was holding himself back. So instead he turned to me quickly and smashed my lips into his.
I continued to unbutton his shirt and slid my hand in his pants. "Are we gonna take it that far?" he asked inbetween kisses. "do you want to, becuase im ready to" i nodded. "yes yes i do" he smiled and kissed me once more.
"wait let me put some music on" he giggled as he got up and played (I just) died in your arms by cutting crew on his record player. I leaned on my arms as i admired him.
The song started to play as he walked over and leaned over me kissing my neck his hand slid over my waist and started to pull down my jeans. And well..
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"oh my god" i yelled as Michael was in a state of euphoria.
We both collapsed panting heavily as we finished for the 3rd time.
"that was.. amazing" i kissed his chest. "that it was" he chuckled still out of breathe kissing the top of my head as i snuggled into his chest.
"so what do you have planned for us tonight?" i smiled turning around to lay on my stomach looking up at him.
"a nice little picnic somewhere in the ranch and we can just talk.. watch movies.. maybe more of what we just did" he chuckled running his fingers along my shoulder.
"sounds like heaven.." i kissed his soft lips once more. "i better go get dressed" i smiled and moved away from his face but only by an inch.
"no no no" he pulled me back and kissed me once more. "if we are gonna go i needa baby" i chuckled kissing him. "baby huh?" he smirked. "oh- i-" i said embarrassed.
"i love you calling me that Lay" he smirked. "now go get dressed as will I" he chuckled. "indecisive ass" i muttered with a laughed.
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[a/n: ok so i didn't know whether or not to write more smut so lemme know what you guys want to happen and i shall deliver hehe]
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