Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series.
𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content.
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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♡ 1985. California Word Count: 2.9k
The house was eerily quiet, the only noise being the relentless hum of the air conditioner battling the relentless California heat. You sat on the edge of the bed, the soft comforter beneath you barely registering as you debated whether to take a dip in the pool or unwind in the hot tub. After the grueling week you'd had, the hot tub seemed like the perfect retreat.
Suddenly, your phone rang, shattering the tranquility of the room you shared with Michael. The sound was jarring, and you crawled across the bed to grab the phone from the nightstand.
"Hi baby," Michael's voice came through the phone, a mix of exhaustion and affection.
"Hi," you replied, your voice softening at the sound of his.
"What are you up to right now?" he asked, his tone curious but strained.
"Nothing much. I was just about to get in the hot tub. Why? Shouldn't you be filming?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice.
"Well, we wrapped up early today," Michael said, a sigh evident in his words. "Once I get out of this costume, I'll be on my way home."
"Really? Well, how about when you get home, you join me in the hot tub? You sound stressed, baby," you suggested, hoping to offer him some comfort.
Michael sighed again, a deeper, wearier sound. "I'm fine, I promise. Filming is just a lot right now. Honestly, I'd rather be home with you, holding you in my arms. Damn it, we haven't had sex in a month. That's probably what it is," he said, a note of frustration creeping in as he rolled his eyes.
You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe that's what it is. Hurry up and get changed so I can help you relax once you're home," you said, your voice filled with warmth and anticipation.
"Okay, baby. I'll see you soon. I love you," Michael said, his tone softening.
"I love you too, baby," you replied with a smile, hanging up the phone.
You walked out of the sliding glass doors into the backyard, the sun blazing down on your body, the heat pressing against your back. 'Maybe I'll take this swimsuit off,' you thought to yourself, pulling at the strings of your top and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped into the hot tub, feeling the warmth of the water envelop your legs. With a quick motion, you untied the string of your bottoms, pulling them off, wringing the water out, and tossing them aside.
Settling into the hot tub, you let the soothing warmth ease your muscles and melt away the stress of the past week. The bubbling water worked its magic, and you closed your eyes, savoring the peaceful moment.
At least you and Michael had picked a home where your privacy wouldn't be invaded, especially for moments like this when the two of you could be bare in the pool or hot tub without a care in the world. The high fences and dense foliage provided a secluded haven, allowing you to relax completely without fear of prying eyes.
