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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The Shrine Auditorium buzzed with excitement, its grand hall filled to the brim with celebrities, artists, entertainers, and musicians, all gathered to celebrate the Soul Train Awards. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes, and the room pulsed with the low hum of conversation and laughter, punctuated by the occasional flash of cameras capturing the evening's glamour.
This was the first time you and Michael had stepped out together as a married couple since his whirlwind world tour and your intimate wedding. The room was alive with energy, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his hand in yours, grounding you amidst the swirling chaos. Throughout the night, people from all corners of the entertainment world approached you, their faces alight with genuine happiness. "Congratulations!" they exclaimed, their eyes reflecting the sincerity of their words. "We're so happy for you two," they gushed, wishing you and Michael nothing but the best for your future together.
The noise and lights of the awards show faded into the background as Michael reappeared from backstage, his presence instantly calming you. He slid into the seat next to you, the fabric of his tailored red and black suit brushing against your skin. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your cheek in a tender kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. "You look stunning," he whispered, his breath warm and soft against your ear, the deep timbre of his voice sending your heart racing.
You turned to face him, your cheeks flushing with warmth as your eyes met his. Tonight, you both decided to match, a nod to Michael's signature red and black style. His hair was perfectly styled, the soft curls framing his face in a way that highlighted his sharp features and soulful eyes. The dim light of the auditorium cast a warm glow on his skin, accentuating the confident yet gentle aura that always seemed to surround him.
"You look amazing too," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. The familiar, intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your senses, a comforting blend of warmth and spice that you had come to associate with him. You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment.
Michael's hand found yours, his fingers gently intertwining with your own. His hand was warm, large, enveloping yours in a way that made you feel protected and cherished. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your skin, a silent promise of his love and devotion. "I'll have to go back there again in a few for the next nomination," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance.
You nodded, understanding but not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "That's fine," you replied, your voice steady even though you knew you'd miss him the moment he stood up. "I'll just sit here and wait for you," you added, offering him a reassuring smile.
He flashed you that dazzling smile, his perfect teeth gleaming under the soft, ambient lights of the auditorium. It was the kind of smile that made the whole world fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of intimacy amidst the chaos of the awards show. "And look pretty," he teased, his voice a playful caress that sent a shiver of delight through you.
