Feelings

•WARNING: Very Mature Scene, If Ya Can't Handle It Don't Read It.•

*Rose*

"What the hell is this? It looks like a big block with numbers!" My mom yells, scrunching her face up at the unusual brick shaped contraption on my kitchen table. After the concert we all came back to my house to have a little party. We invited the whole staff- except Karen the gargoyle of course- to have a little soirée for the amazing show that happened tonight.

"It's called a cell phone! It's the biggest thing in technology right now, pretty soon everyone is gunna have one of these gizmos. You get 30 minutes of talk time and only have to charge it for ten hours! It's amazing!" One of the drummers says, marveling at the heavy block.

"Ay who's gunna want to lug around a phone all day? I give it a year or two, everyone's gunna forget about cell phones." She grabs her beer and walks away. "Maldito cell phones. Who the fuck comes up with these things!"

I laugh at her and continue to mingle with the staff members and band members. Everyone loved the mini duet that Michael set up. Even though I was unprepared we still played it off. I know for sure the tabloids will be talking about that tomorrow.

I make myself a martini because I haven't had one in ages and sip on it, the sweet bitter aroma filling my nostrils.

I missed this. Why did I ever switch you out for wine?

I spot Michael talking to some people and I walk over to him. I didn't really have much time to talk to him after our duet so I didn't get to congratulate him.

"Hey!" Michael says, giving me a warm hug. "Thank you for having this little get together. It was very nice of you."

I wave him away. "Oh it's nothing. You all did fabulous tonight why wouldn't I do this for you all! But I should be the one thanking you Michael. That was so great what you did for me tonight."

Michael smiles. "Hey it was no problem. But the one you should thanking is Sheryl, she's the one who gave up singing tonight's show for you." He chuckles, and I turn to Sheryl, who's beaming at me.

"Thank you Sheryl, I honestly didn't even know I was gunna sing tonight! I hope you didn't mind."

"Oh not at all ! I was honored! I mean, you're one of my inspirations aside from Michael, and it was amazing to see you guys perform. The chemistry was surreal up there." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

I smile again and excuse myself, walking upstairs to my room to get a little bit of quietness. I laid out in my Egyptian chaise and closed my eyes for a moment. Only to be interrupted five seconds later by a knock on my door.

"Who is it?"

"Michael."

"Come in."

I hear the door open softly, then close. With my eyes still closed I feel Michael sitting next to me on the chaise. "Why are you up here alone?"

"Oh I just wanted a moment to myself. I'm not used to being so nice and talking to so many people it kinda took a toll on me." I chuckle, half serious. "Why are you up here?"

"Well your mom started playing music and is trying to become one of my backup dancers."

I sit up. "She's not doing the running man is she?"

Michael nods his head. "Yep. She's also doing the cabbage patch. It's really a sight. Your mom is a trip I swear." He laughs.

I laugh with him and get up, walking to the bathroom to wash my face. Once I finish I walk back out and see Michael looking through my records.

"Find anything you like?"

"Yeah, I see you like Michael Jackson a lot." He says, pulling up his Thriller album. "This guys good, my favorite is Baby be Mine."

"Oh really? That's my favorite too! We have great taste in music."

He laughs, then stops. "I don't think so."

"Why?"

He pulls up a Prince vinyl. "Really? I thought I could trust you." He says, making horrible crying sounds.

"Oh hush, I only have that one album. You know he wanted me to be in Purple Rain right?"

"He did?"

"Mmhmm" I say, unzipping my dress. "I turned it down though to be in Action Jackson. So instead he got this girl who looked like me, Apollonia or applesauce or something to play my part. The movie was okay though."

I walk into my closet to find something to wear to bed. I was actually tired for once, and it wasn't even 5 am. "Are you staying here tonight?" I ask from my closet.

"Um, if you want me too. But there's people here still."

"Oh they'll be gone within an hour I promise. Plus I think my mom took a liking to one of your backup singers, maybe she'll go home with him." I come out dressed in silk shorts and a crop top that I'd gotten from The Last Dragon set a year ago.

"You look comfortable." Michael says, and I realize that he's still in his outfit from the concert.

"Do you want pajamas?"

"No, I have some in the car. I'll go get them right now." I nod my head and he walks out the door, and I'm right behind him. I stand at the staircase and look at my mother make a complete fool of herself.

"Back in Boston they call this dance the washing machine!" She yells, trying to twist her hips around to 'Superfreak'. I can tell everyone is trying their hardest not to laugh at her, and they cheer her on.

Michael comes back with his bag and brings it upstairs to my room. "I'll be back, I'm gunna tell them it's time to go." He whispers in my ear, and his voice sent chills down my spine.

I stare in awe as he walks back down the stairs and politely tells everyone that it's time to go. Everyone waved at me, thanking me for tonight. I returned the gesture, watching everyone head out the door, and into the vans.

Sure enough my mother follows along with the backup singer, who looks frightened. "I'll see you in the morning Rose!" My mom slurs, holding onto the guys arm for dear life. "Oh boy I can't wait to get to this hotel, the things I'm gunna do to you Papi.." The door closes, and luckily I didn't have to hear what gross sexual thing my mom was gunna do to the poor guy.

"John, Bill, you guys can go ahead if you want. I'll call in the morning." Michael says, and they nod their heads, waving goodnight to me. Once they leave I look around my living room floor.

"Ugh I have to clean this all up." I groan, walking down the stairs.

"I'll help you, here." Michael hands me a broom, and we start cleaning up. It only took about ten minutes to clean and after Michael made sure that nobody was lurking around here we shut everything off and headed upstairs.

"Boy I'm exhausted." I say, plopping onto my bed.

"I'm not. I'm so awake after a show. It's so bizarre." Michael says, looking around his bag.

"Did I tell you Playboy called?"

"Oh? What did they want now?"

"They switched my cover out for December now. I have my photoshoot on Monday."

"That's good. Nothing's changed right?" He asks, making me remember when he gave me that ultimatum a couple of months ago.

I laugh. "Nothing's changed. They just want my pussy to be on the cover instead of my face."

Michael was about to say something, but once he realized I was joking his face softened. "Oh hah hah. You're so funny."

I do a little bow, "I try. Come on get out of those clothes I know they're annoying you."

"Yeah they are. I'll be right back."

"Just change out here."

Michael looks nervous. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "I literally just saw you naked this morning. Does it look like I give a damn?"

"True." He agrees, and starts peeling off his clothes.

"Hey I remember those pants! They were so comfy, I need to buy me a pair of those." I say, pointing at his Bart Simpson pants that I wore when we went to Neverland. Those were the same pants I wore when we had that food fight and Michael kissed me.

He chuckles and throws on a shirt and lays next to me. I turn off the lights and my little projector that shows off different types of lights and lasers.

"What's that?" Michael asks. It's so dark in my room you can't even see him.

"It's a projector. I can set it to show certain lights or lasers."

"I like lasers."

"Lasers it is." I turn the dial and set it on the floor. Instantly my room was lit up with red and blue lasers, giving off random designs. It was like a mini light show in my room.

"This is so cool. I'm gonna buy like 10 of them for Neverland." He says, totally enthralled.

I smile to myself and lay back down, enjoying the lights. "Do you wanna listen to music?" I ask. The silence is nice, but it's too quiet for me.

"Sure."

I get up and turn on the stereo, and 'The Quiet Storm' is on, playing love songs from back in the day. "Perfect." I say and hop back into bed. We look at the lasers and listen to Luther Vandross sing for a while until Michael speaks up.

"Rose?"

"Yeah?"

"About tonight.."

"What about it?"

Michaels silent for a second. "Like what the others were saying about a chemistry between us, did you feel it?"

I was the one that was silent this time. I feel Michael turn towards me for my answer. "Yes I felt it. I never really felt something like that before."

"Good. I felt it too. When you looked in my eyes when you were singing I thought it was just us two there for that moment. I really never experienced that before. It's scary, but I liked it." We were silent once again, and before I could say anything he starts speaking again.

"I have to confess something. I'm starting to feel things for you. Things I can't explain. I always had respect for you as an artist so when I found out I would finally meet you at the Grammys I was ecstatic. Then I met you and I think it's safe to say that you were nothing like I expected. I honestly thought I should hate you after the way you treated me. I never had someone treat me that way before, but I decided to let it go and not bother you anymore, even after you begged me in front of my my hotel room that night." He laughs. "But when I saw the first accusations come up and then the disaster at the press conference I knew right then and there you needed a friend. So that's when I started bugging you in L.A. To bring that nice Rose out. And look what happened! You're a completely different person from when I first met you." He sighs, and I smile. He's right, if it wasn't for him God knows what would happen to me.

"And then what happened at Neverland.. I'm glad I kissed you. Rose you don't realize how amazing you are, you don't know what you're doing to me girl, I-I..." He stops talking and sits up.

I sit up with him and rub his back, the blue and red lights hitting the high points of his face. It made him look so exotic. He turns to me and smiles.

"I feel the same way Michael." It was true. I care about him a lot even though I don't show it, and throughout all this bullshit he still managed to stay by my side.

As if it was meant to be, 'Right and Wrong Way' by Keith Sweat comes in the radio, and I smile at the memory of him coming to my house and having dinner with me.

"Remember this song?" Michael says, rubbing my arm. I nod my head and sway to the beat of it.

'You may be young but you're ready(Ready to learn)

You're not a little girl, you're a woman

(Take my hand) Let me tell you, baby

I'm yours for the takin'

So you can (Do what you please)

Don't take my love for granted

You're all I (I'll ever need)

Hold me, hold me in your arms

(Oh...baby) Never let me go'

I feel Michael press his lips onto mine and I return it, deepening the kiss. I slide my tongue in and Michael bites my lip, laying me back down on the bed.

He starts kissing my cheeks, then my neck, then starts trailing down to my breasts. He looks into my eyes, with that same burning passion that I saw at the concert, and slips his hand underneath my shirt, cupping my right breast and massaging it.

He starts kissing me again and I grab onto his shirt, pulling it over his head, and rubbing his back. He gently takes off my top, and admires what's in front of him.

"Damn." He says, marveling at my pierced nipples. "Is it okay to kiss them?"

I nod my head and he gives me one last kiss on my lips before carefully covering my nipple with his mouth, gently sucking on it. It's been so long since I've had someone touch me is forgotten what it felt like. I close my eyes and take it in, feeling him flick his tongue on my now hard nipple, and massaging the other nipple with his hand.

He then trails his kisses down my ribcage and around my stomach, placing sweet kisses by my belly button. I can feel his erection through his pants on my thigh, and he seems as ready as I am.

He comes and starts making out with me again, his hand lightly grazing the hem of my shorts. Michael runs a finger across my thigh, and pulls down my shorts, without even breaking the kiss. He sits up from me and starts rubbing me through my lace panties, making me moan. Just by him doing that I was getting ready to cum.

"M-Michael." I breathe.

"Yes baby?"

"I-I.." I couldn't get any words out because the way he was rubbing me was driving me crazy. He stopped and slowly pulled down my panties, kissing every area around me. He takes one finger and starts rubbing my clit, and I hear him cursing under his breath.

"Fuck baby. I wanna taste you." He whispers. Licking his finger to get a taste of me. He then goes down and starts kissing the inside of my thighs, and as he's getting closer to my spot he stops on purpose, and I started whining.

"Don't stop please. Taste me."

He flicks his tongue on my clit, making me clutch the sheets, then he starts sucking on it, and teases my opening with his tongue. Eventually I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Ahhh! Oh God. I'm gonna cum." I breathe out, as a orgasm goes through me, putting me into a euphoric state. Michael comes up and I grab him, kissing him and sucking on his lips, tasting myself.

"I want more of you." I whisper, pulling down his pants. His dick springs out and I was shocked to see how big it was.

"Is it good for you?" Michael asks, sounding nervous. I look up at him, well try to since his friend is blocking my view and nod my head. I grab it and start licking the tip, swirling my tongue around the shaft as far down as I could, and Michael seemed to be loving it.

Michael stops me and lays me down on the bed again, and gets on top of me, teasing me with his tip. "Do you want to do this? I mean we can stop if you want." He asks. I shake my head, I want this as much as he does and he sticks it in, and I gasp, not because it hurt, but from how big he really was.

He started going slow and gentle, so we can both get used to it. Then he started picking up the pace a little, and it felt amazing. He flipped me over and put my ass up in the air, and rubbed his fingers around my clit, and it was sending me over the edge.

"You like that?"

"I love it." I moan.

"Good." He shoves his dick back in, and I swear I came about 3 more times when he did that.

"Fuuuuck! Jesus Michael, oh my God." I whimper, orgasm after orgasm waving over me, and he pulls out and cums all over the bed, and collapses on top of me, kissing my shoulder.

"That was amazing Rose."

I nod my head, I was too tired to speak.

"Sorry for messing up your bed." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around me.

"It's okay, let's change the sheets." I say, getting up and turning on the lights. When I did Michael was staring me down.

"What?" I ask.

"Your body is beautiful. You're beautiful." He walks up to me, caressing my face and leaning in to kiss me. His kisses alone could send me into another orgasm.

After we change the sheets we take a shower together, which took almost an hour because that turned into another sex session. When that ended we got in the bed and cuddled together.

"Rose?"

"Yes, Michael?"

"Even though it's only been a couple of months, I can't see myself without you. I want to know you're okay and safe at all times. You mean something to me. I swear it's like you out a spell on me." He laughs. I smile into his chest and look up at him, giving him a kiss on his chin.

"As long as you don't change, I'll always be here for you." I whisper. He pulls me up and gives me a passionate kiss, and rubs my back until we both fell asleep in each others arms, finally accepting the fact that we both had feelings that were past caring.

More like love, perhaps?

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OH MY GOD THEY DID IT. It only took about 19 chapters lol. For those who didn't read the sexual part basically Rose and Michael expressed their love for each other. It was something that was gonna happen eventually lol. But troubles gonna be brewin for the lovebirds and it's gunna suck. Bad. Anywhoos thanks for 500 reads! You guys are awesome omfg. I'll be updating on Friday or Saturday because the next chapter is going to be my longest chapter to date and I'm so excited lol. Lemme stop talking now. :)

-Angii<3