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 Australia. Word Count:5.4k
Michael had been out all day while you stayed in the hotel, curled up in bed and watching movies for the last couple of hours. Michael knew you weren't feeling too well after you all arrived in Australia, and it upset you that you couldn't go with him to the Perth telethon. However, Michael insisted you rest until you felt better, so you could enjoy your time together fully.
You were engrossed in Against All Odds, eyes glued to the screen with every intimate scene playing out. The sultry ambiance of the movie had you mesmerized, your heart racing with each stolen kiss and tender touch.
"Baby, I'm back!" Michael's voice called out through the suite, but you remained silent, captivated by the unfolding drama on the screen. A familiar sensation stirred between your legs, but your mind resisted the urge to act on it.
"Hi, baby," Michael said as he entered the bedroom, his presence barely registering.
You waved at him absently, your gaze never leaving the screen. Michael followed your eyes to the TV and then back to you. "What are you watching?" he asked, curious.
"Against All Odds," you replied, eyes fixed as Terry kissed Jessie's neck in the Mayan temple, the scene crackling with forbidden desire.
Michael began to shed his jacket, walking over to the bed and gently placing his red cowboy hat on your head. "Can I get a kiss?" he asked with a playful smile.
You leaned in, giving him a brief peck on the lips, your attention still riveted to the screen as Terry lifted Jessie in a passionate embrace. The scene shifted, showing the couple in the dim, flickering light of the temple. Terry's hands moved slowly, exploring Jessie's body as the tension between them built.
"Could you do that to me?" you asked Michael, your voice tinged with longing.
Michael paused, considering your request. He glanced at the screen where Terry and Jessie's clothes were being discarded, the passion between them intensifying. He then looked back at you. "Only when you're ready," he said softly. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours tenderly. "I won't do anything until you're ready."
"I'm going to go take a shower, okay?" Michael said, his voice gentle and understanding.
You nodded, your fingers gripping the remote as you rewound the scene, unable to tear yourself away from the heated moment.
Michael chuckled softly and headed into the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click.
Underneath the covers, you squeezed your legs together, your body aching for relief. The scene replayed over and over in your mind. Terry and Jessie were now lying on a blanket, their bodies intertwined, lost in the moment. Each kiss and touch ignited a deeper craving for Michael's touch.
