He'd recently just stepped into the tub and turned on the shower bug, steaming hot water ran over his body. He scrubbed the foamy shampoo from his black hair, his eyes closed.
He had the radio by the sink and it was playing an Al-Green song, Michael turned so the shower streams would clean the soap from his back.
Michael opened his eyes and gasped when he did because Diana had appeared in front of him, stark naked. He was panting as he eyed her perfect, sinuous body. Mostly, he felt embarrassed. He let out one last breath.
"I'm guessing no one's ever told you how provocative you look without a shirt?" Bare Diana slowly approached him in the shower bed.
Michael pushed thick tresses of hair from his eyes. "Diana, what are you doing here? In my shower?" He asked in a low, soft voice so Janet wouldn't hear him and call him crazy.
Diana placed both her palms on his abdomen and trailed them up his chest, over his shoulders. "I didn't think you would mind."
"I don't." He admitted before he could stop and think about it.
Diana chuckled, pushed a saggy mop of brown hair from her face and biting her bottom lip. "You've been a sullen pout." She said, smiling secretly as she ran her hands across the curves of his hips. "I want to make it better."
While he had his gloomy and sad days, this moment gave him a burst of euphoria. Michael sighed, breathing in the indescribable aroma of Diana Cartwright. "So go ahead." Whispered himself, blinking up at her.
Nothing's real, but all is possible...
They melded in the steamy mist, Michael's arms swathing over the bare muscles of Diana's back as her own hands massaged the skin on the back of his neck.
Their lips moved together in unison; and he felt his bones make contact with the tub wall.
Diana's bony fingers slid into his hair and she kissed him back, making low gasping noises as they merged like two flames.
He blinked opening his eyes, trying to see through the opaque steam even though he knew that she had disappeared.
Michael panted breathlessly sliding down on the bathroom wall, and bringing his knees underneath his chin.
"She's not real, she wasn't here." He whispered that to himself, repeating it even if he'd get tired.
He needed to accept that, and move on with his life, even if the mere thought of that made him extremely dejected.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
