It all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight?
As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...
The room is dead silent. The only sounds are us breathing, and the rain pouring from outside.
I slowly look up at Michael, who stares back at me. His black curls stick against his face, with small water droplets going down his glistening face. He stares at me with more intensity than he ever has, and I couldn't look away even if I tried.
"Y-you what?" he whispers softly, staring in my eyes.
I feel my heart racing out of my chest, and a lump form in my throat. "I-I love you." I whisper even softer than before. "I love you."
Before I even realize what is happening, I was pressed against the wall with Michael's lips crashed against mine.
Some people don't realize a kiss is a form of speaking without words--but then again no one was kissed like the way he was kissing me now. This kiss was hard, yet--soft. Fiery, and passionate. It was filled with our hunger for each other but it was also filled with love. It was as if we were breathing our souls into each other, and I didn't want it to end.
Michael trail his hands up my waist slowly, as he kisses me harder with a sense of urgency. He was kissing me so hard, I'm sure it was bruising my lips; but he gently slips his tongue in my mouth kissing me so deep the ocean would have been jealous.
He slows the kiss slightly, like he wants to savor this moment, tugging at my bottom lip before he goes back in again as his hand runs up and down my sides.
Ohmygod.
The feel of his large hands on me as he kissed me so passionately had me so intoxicated, my legs would have given out. If he hadn't have had me pressed against the wall, I'd be on the floor.
Michael pulls away suddenly, breathing heavily as he immediately takes his hands off me backing up. "I-I'm sorry--" he breathes heavily. "I-I had to stop---"
I gently pull him back in my lips brushed up against his as I whisper softly against his lips; "Don't...don't stop..."
He stares at me, swallowing hard. "You mean..?"
I stare in his eyes, nodding slowly my head practically spinning in sync with my stomach. Michael stares at me for a moment, and closes his eyes.
"I-I can't..." he says softly. "I-I want this to be perfect."
"Michael--"
"No. I want this to be perfect." he says softly. "I owe you that."
"Michael...it would be--" I start to say as he shakes his head.
"I want to make up for your first time. I want it to be even more special." he swallows hard. "And believe me, if it wasn't for that--I'd...." he stares at me for a moment before closing his eyes, trying to focus. "Damn--" he mumbles softly. "This whole room would be a wreck."
I giggle as he smiles, putting his hand to my cheek.
"But I want this..." I look down as he smiles slightly, gently taking my face in his hands making me look up at him.
"You're begging now, but you'll be begging me to stop later..." he smirks, making a chill go up my spine. I blush looking down, as he chuckles kissing my head holding me tight.
"Can you say it one more time?" he asks softly.
I smile in his chest before looking up at him, slowly.
