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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♡ 1986. Los Angeles. Word Count:4.5k
The night had been filled with laughter and camaraderie among friends. You, Michael, Lionel, and Elizabeth Taylor had just enjoyed an amazing ballet show. The classical pieces had captivated everyone, with Michael especially appreciating the elegance and artistry. Liz and you shared his enthusiasm, discussing the performance as you walked through the grand halls of the theater. The sound of your and Liz's heels clicking against the marble floor added a rhythmic backdrop to your conversations. You and Michael were dressed to match, both in black and red with gold accents-red being Michael's favorite color and what he loved seeing you in.
"I had a great time tonight," Lionel said, his arm slipping around your waist. He had indulged a bit too much in drinks, his touch lingering and his demeanor more familiar than usual.
"Lionel, stop it," you warned, your voice steady but firm.
"What? I'm not doing anything," he said with a playful smile, the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath.
"You are, and you know Michael already got onto you earlier about this," you reminded him, hoping he'd back off.
"Michael isn't going to do anything," Lionel chuckled dismissively.
"Yes, he is. He told you he'd tell Brenda if you wouldn't stop. Now, look at you-Lionel, get off of me, please," you pleaded, but he kept his arm around you.
"What's going on, you two?" Liz asked, her inquiry drawing Michael's attention as well.
"Nothing. Everything is fine," Lionel lied smoothly.
"Lionel, get your hands off her," Michael commanded, his voice a mix of irritation and authority.
"I'm not doing anything, Michael. Relax," Lionel retorted, still smiling.
Michael sighed, stepping between you and Lionel. He grabbed Lionel's hand roughly, removing it from your waist. "Stop touching my wife. Do I really need to tell Brenda? You're pushing it," Michael said, his patience wearing thin.
"Baby, calm down, okay?" you interjected, your voice soothing.
Michael looked at you and smiled softly, the tension easing from his shoulders. Hearing your voice had a calming effect on him, preventing him from escalating the situation further.
"Just keep your hands to yourself, Lionel," Michael warned one last time, his tone firm but less aggressive.
You all made your way to the exit where cameras flashed incessantly, the bright lights nearly blinding you. Despite the years you and Michael had spent in the spotlight, you never quite got used to the chaos of it all. "It's okay, I'm right here," Michael whispered in your ear, planting a reassuring kiss on your cheek. You smiled at him, grateful for his presence, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lionel sidle up next to you again, wrapping his arm around you in a hug.
