MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Truth~

~August 1, 1992~ Dangerous Tour, London

I watched as Michael was finishing his set for his show in London.

The crowd roared behind me as Michael sang Man in the Mirror. Everyone sang along with him wholeheartedly. I couldn't help but belt out the song with him as I stood off to stage right, in front of the fences between the crowd and the stage.

       "C'mon Y/N let's get you to Mike's dressing room," Wayne Nagin, Michael's bodyguard, spoke as the song began to come to an end. I nodded to him and took one last look towards Michael with a smile on my face as we began to walk backstage.

       "Wild crowd tonight, right?" I asked Wayne as we travelled down the hall. He let out a big sigh and rolled his eyes playfully.

       "For sure, I had at least thirty girls try to get on stage tonight by tackling me," He breathed out. I laughed loudly and slapped his shoulder.

       "They probably were more interested in the big, strong, body guard and wanted to get some," I joked, winking at him. Wayne narrowed his eyes at me.

       "Ha ha," he teasingly spoke as we reached the door. He held the door open for me and I walked in. I turned around to shut the door, but stuck my head out before I closed it.

       "Believe me Wayne, one of these days we're going to get you a lady," I spoke, waving a finger at him. He waved me off passively.

       "Let's hope so kid," he laughed. I winked towards him and shut the door. 

I turned around and walked into Michael's dressing room and looked around. It never ceased to amaze me how much time and effort went into these shows. The work Michael and the crew did to make this show what it was, was inconceivable to the average person.

I moved over to the clothing rack and ran my hands over Michael's outfits he had for the show. I laughed at the thought of him running around, wildly changing so he wouldn't be late for the next song.

I made my way over to the makeup table and stood in front of the shining light, looking over my outfit. I wore an oversized Dangerous Tour, tour jacket, with a pair of comfortable jeans, my hair cascading down my back. I began to fix my hair which was slightly messed up from the concert, but then I heard the door begin to open.

I turned around and saw Michael enter, panting. He looked towards me and his eyes lit up. I gave him a shy wave and smiled at him as he jogged up towards me, pulling me tightly to him, as he lifted me up and spun me around. I giggled and tightly held him before he set me down.

Michael always had an adrenaline rush after every show. No matter how exhausted he was, after a show, he felt on top of the world. He showered me in affection in an excited fit. A lot of affection.

       "How was the show baby?" Michael breathed out, his perspired face shining in the makeup mirrors light. He kissed my forehead and I felt my cheeks heat up.

       "Amazing," I truthfully told him with a toothy grin. He smiled down at me.

       "Always for you," He softly spoke before pulling me into an affectionate kiss.

Our lips moved together in sync as he pulled my body closer to him. His hands ran under my thighs as he lifted me onto the makeup table, placing himself in between my legs. I gripped his white button up and pulled him towards me. I felt my body heat up as he pressed his front against me and I moaned slightly into his mouth. He  smiled against my lips. 

I raised a hand to his face and ran soothing circles over his cheek. He moved his lips trailed down my neck as he left kisses and bites in his path. I bit my lips to hide the smile on my face. He kissed the crook of my neck and I shivered slightly in pleasure. He pulled his face up to meet mine and I looked to him.