tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 4ᵗʰ ─ 5:13 ᵃᵐ

My fingers reached the damp part of his hair, and I gasped, the feeling of his tongue flickering across my collarbone making me tingly.

"Why aren't you tired of me?" I asked in a breathy whisper, unbuttoning his jacket. Letting him take control of my neck as I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, his abdomen strong and hard.

"I don't know." Michael captured my lips again, slipping his hands underneath my tank and compacting me between the wall and him.

I clung onto his neck as he carried me over to the bed, pushing my shirt over my head. He paused when he saw my blue cotton bra, his eyes widening.

I noticed instantly and asked: "What is it?" Just wishing he could continue.

He smiled tightly, a smile that disappeared soon after, a sheepish look coming over his face. "I'm...embarrassed."

I would have laughed if I hadn't seen the serious look on his face, and I was feeling a bit embarrassed too. But I wouldn't ruin the moment and show it, so I sat up, grabbing his face between my hands.

"Hey," I whispered, my eyes on his deeply. "You don't have to be shy or embarrassed with me." I shifted on the bed, scooting closer and mentally sighing as I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, slipping it off my arms, this causing his eyes to enlargen more. "It's just me and you." I said, sliding my arms back around his neck. "Michael and Diana."

It was enough, before he was scooping me up in his arms, and connecting our lips.