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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★ 2001 New York City Word Count:3.8k
The sun crept through the sliver of the curtain, casting a warm beam on your face. Outside, New York City was alive and bustling, the distant hum of traffic and city life filtering into the room. The sound of running water from the bathroom stirred you awake. You reached out to your husband's side of the bed, feeling the cool sheets where he had lain, reassuring yourself he was still here. Michael would never leave without telling you.
Rolling onto your side, you adjusted the covers over your bare body, feeling the room's mix of warmth and cool air. The bathroom door cracked open, and Michael emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. His short hair was dripping wet, and his face was bare of makeup, showing his natural beauty. His body was speckled with remnants of pigmented melanin spots.
"Good morning," Michael said, his voice soft as he crossed the room, his scent-a mix of his soap and natural musk-filling the air and calming your mind.
"Morning," you replied, your voice still heavy with sleep. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, beautiful," he said, smiling as he zipped his bag and approached you, sitting down on the bed. "You're up early."
"The sound of the water woke me," you said, stretching beneath the covers. "How was your shower?"
"Refreshing," he replied, running a hand through his wet hair. "Are you ready for today?"
"I suppose," you said, moving closer to him, still hiding your bare body under the covers. "Are you staying or coming with me?"
"I'll come if you want me to," you said, watching him carefully.
Michael's expression softened, his eyes pleading in a way that reminded you of a child. "Can you come with me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
"I'll come, just to make you feel better," you said, smiling at him.
Michael grinned widely, easing himself onto the bed, his towel still wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp. "Come closer," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
You pulled the covers tighter around yourself and moved onto Michael's lap, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady and reassuring beneath your ear, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you. The warmth of his skin against yours was comforting, a reminder of the intimacy and connection you shared.
His hands traced up your back, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. The warmth of his touch mingled with the cool morning air, creating a perfect balance. It was rare for you two to have moments like this, with the demands of parenting two young children and Michael's busy schedule in the studio. When moments like this did happen, you cherished them deeply, wanting to freeze time and savor every second.
