Insatiable : Michael Jackson Imagines (18+)

Bet - Part 2 (Mature Era)

I put the last of the dishes away and looked at the clock, 8:50 pm, 'a few hours my ass' I thought to myself as I grabbed my book off the side table and sat down on the couch.

'I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now then when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey.'

I heard Michael's keys turn in the door, his heels clicked on the hard wood floors as he walked into the living room "hey baby" he learned down and kissed me "what are you reading?" he asked unzipping the plain black sweater he was wearing "The Princess Bride" I sighed closing the book and setting it back on the side table.

"You're mad aren't you?" he asked laying his sweater over the back of the couch "I promise I'm not mad..." I gave a half hearted smile "but you're not happy... 'Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.'" he theatrically orated one of my favorite quotes from the book, I could not help it, a genuine smile broke out across my face. "You're lucky you're so charming" I cocked an eyebrow at him "I count on it" he smiled cheekily. "mmmmmm, I think it's saved you one too many times" I got up of the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"Baaaaby" Michael followed me into the kitchen, I opened the liquor cabinet and poured myself a whiskey. "baby doll... " he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck softly. "You surrendering so easily?" I asked taking a sip of my drink "what are you taking about" he mumbled kissing up my neck to my ear "remember, you bet that I would break first... but this sure feels like you're the one coming on to me" I turned to face him "I'm doing no such thing!" he smiled and quickly kissed me on the nose before opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

I leaned back against the counter and watched as he kicked his shoes off and pushed them to the side "besides, if I was really trying, I would have already had you bent over this counter 5 minutes ago" his palms made a slapping sound as they hit the granite countertop that made me jump a little. I stared for a second too long at the sinewy muscles in his arms and his strong hands splayed flat. "My eyes are up here miss" he laughed standing back up straight, I was broken out of my trance.

"Mr. Jackson, tsk, tsk, tsk..." I clicked my tongue at him "you underestimate me, you forget how stubborn I am when I want something" I started walking out of the kitchen towards the stairs, Michael ran up behind me and grabbed my waist. My insides started to melt a little at the feeling of his strong fingers pressing into my hips, I really did wish he had me bent over the counter but I couldn't let him know that. "Then I guess I'll have to make you want something else more" he growled. With my free hand I peeled his fingers off my hips and turned to face him, giving him a quick peck I smiled and stared in his eyes for a second before leaning in to whisper "game on" with that I turned around and made my way upstairs, swinging my hips just a little more than necessary.