Not Just An MJ Fanfic

Not Just An MJ Fanfic Not Just An MJ Fanfic

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

It gets sexy. ;)

Summary

It gets sexy. ;)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Not Just An MJ Fanfic

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It gets sexy. ;)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 29, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 29, 2011

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“Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice so, I call your name…Whispers at morning our love is dawning, heavens glad you came” every time Michael sang ‘I just cant stop loving you’ he felt incomplete. Like he had never truly loved another, and another had never truly loved him. These words he warbled were the words he wanted to say to the woman he would one day fall truly in love with. There were thousands of beautiful honeys in the audience. But ‘I want more’ thought Michael. ‘I want more than just sex’.

 

When the concert was over his security team ushered him out the back and into an awaiting car. At that moment Michael spotted a woman across the street, she looked 20 something and around 5”8 in her black heels. Which led up to black ankle grazer jeans, that hugged her slender legs. She had long dark hair flung over one shoulder of her jacket which she tugged at as she noticed a black rolls cruising slow at her pace across the street.. She got the feeling that she was being watched through the blacked out window. Putting on her wayfarers this young lady clearly felt uneasy. But by now Michael had a feeling about her; all he could think was, ‘girl there is something aboutchu’. As the window started rolling down she was scared out of her mind. She took off as fast as she could in her heels. Within seconds she was out of sight. It was then that Michael realised she had dropped her purse. “STOP THE CAR!!” he yelled at his driver. Jumping out of the car, he ran to where the lady’s purse lay on the sidewalk. It was black with studs and a smattering of paint ‘gotta find you girl’ he whispered to himself.

 

At home that night Michael finally decided to explore the inside of the purse. A 20th Century Love Poetry book, a dark pink lipstick, a perfume bottle which he smelled and found divine, $50, 2 tampons (he giggled at this) and a piece of paper with a cell phone number scribbled on it. From its contents he could only deduct that this girl was a romantic and a glamour puss, not real rich, was on a period and possibly had a cell. He couldn’t get her out of his head and couldn’t stand the temptation to call this number.

Michael picked up his own cell phone and dialled the number. The butterflies in his stomach were even more crazy than when he got curtain calls. It was ringing ‘hello?’ a smooth woman’s voice questioned. ‘hey, I think you lost your purse’ Michael spoke deeper so she didn’t work out who he was. ‘Oh. Who is this?! Are you that jerk who was following me in that rolls? How did you get my number?!’ she ranted. ‘That was my driver. Please girl don’t shout. I only want to return your purse’. Michael defended himself. ‘Why should I believe any of that? You might wanna rape me’ came her cute American English accent. ‘Or I might want to return your purse’ Michael said back sarcastically. She giggled. He added ‘Who am I returning this purse to?’. ‘Lola and who will be giving my purse back?’ the lady conversed. Michael loved that name. ‘Erm, Mike’. He said his voice becoming lighter. ‘Do I know you? Your voice is familiar.’ Lola said feeling drawn to him. ‘I don’t think so! Michael laughed, guilty. ‘Ok! I wanna meet somewhere busy, so you cant rape me’ she spoke seriously. This girl is real distrustful thought Micheal as he replied ‘Just meet me in the lobby of the grand hotel’ ‘THE GRAND HOTEL?! What are you?! Like manager or something?’ Lola expressed ‘Ah no. That’s I’ll be staying tomorrow night. I’ve got an erm, appointment’ Michael said annoyed thinking of the concert tomorrow evening. ‘Ok well I’ll meet you there at 8’ Lola shutup. ‘Awesome. See you there Lola. Oh and wear some of that lipstick.’ Michael said then hung up. Lola smiled. This guy was something else! Lola spent all spent all her night and the next morning thinking that she knew this stranger. That evening at 7 she prepared her outfit. A purple mini dress with large shoulders. She zipped herself into her black heeled boots, the metal buckles clinking. Her hair was big and curly. As later that evening she was meeting her girlfriends at a club. Grabbing her keys from the coffee table and a black jacket from its peg, Lola left her apartment and got a taxi to the grand hotel, no less!! She almost felt like a star. When she got out of the taxi she felt excitement and fear mixing together. Her heels clicking on the marble floor in the revolving doors and into the lobby. From afar she could see a man sat alone on a large couch next to a coffee table. From behind Lola could see that he had dark curly hair and light brown hands. He was wearing a simple black jacket she noticed rather like her own. He kept checking his watch. Lola knew it was almost 9. He stood up and whirled around to leave. Lola stopped in her tracks as she saw his face and then noticed her purse in his slender hand. It was Michael Jackson!! Her mouth had fallen open and her legs turned to jelly ‘Here’s you purse’ Michael interrupted the silence. Lola took the purse from is hand. His skin brushing hers. Before fainting. He rushed to catch her with all his strength as her body fell limp. As he grabbed her he noticed how good she smelled. He almost wanted to eat her. And loved the way she felt in his arms. He had imagined this since the first time he layed eyes upon her. But this was not the time! Lola regained her strength in those very arms as he steadied her. ‘Woah this is embarrassing..’ she groaned getting over the initial shock, liking his strength. Michael laughed. She stood up strong again. Lola now noticed with a giggle that they were dressed real similar. Michael was wearing a purple shirt and black buckled boots. ‘I guess I should be going’. Lola rushed feeling uncomfortable. ‘wait!’ Michael pleaded. He wasn’t going to let her get way that easy again. Once she was outside she checked in her purse. Only to find a picture of Michael looking silly pretending to put on lipstick. On the back of the photo was written: ‘if you want your lipstick back, room 1262. dinner is ready. Xx michael’.

She smiled a huge warm smile and turned to rush back inside. Not seeing him Lola ran to the reception desk ‘hey I’m looking for..’ she was cut off ‘Room 1262’ said the woman behind the desk handing her the key. Once again because of Michael, Lola’s jaw dropped open. Grabbing the key and shouting back over her shoulder ‘thankyou!’. Running up the carpeted stairs, she suddenly remembered her friends. The ones she had to meet. She ignored the very thought and kept running. She got into the lift. A porter was already in there and commented ‘baby you lookin’ fine!’ Lola replied ‘Good I have a date. With Michael Jackson’ PING! ‘10th floor u wantin’ honey’. Walking out of the lift the porter checked her ass out ‘fine!’ he exclaimed as she strutted smiling fiercely. 1259….1260….. 1261….1262…Lola took a deep breath as she put the key in the lock. Her hand shook as she turned it. Click! As she pushed the door open looking inside at the lavish suite. Walking in, her heels clicked on the floor. There was a table in the middle of the room. Candles were lit and flickering. The china was beautiful. Two huge platters were sat gleaming upon a service table. Walking over to the platters Lola lifted one up a little and bent over to look beneath it. Little did she know that Michael had silently appeared a few metres away from another room and was admiring her pert ass. ‘A-hem’ he coughed. An action which scared her. The platter clattered as she let go. Trying to look innocent, a funny look plastered on her face. Michael loved her childishness. He pulled a chair out from the table for her to sit on. Lola sat as he too did the same. He poured some red wine then jumped up again to plonk the platters down on their place mats. Lifting the lid Lola discovered the most beautiful lasagne. On trying some, she found it tasted as good as it looked. She loved it. Michael loved seeing her lips close around the pasta. He leaned over to remove a little sauce from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, tasting it himself. This was like magic to her, but she couldn’t help but think that he did not need to make this much effort. Being Michael Jackson, he had nothing to prove. Yet she was seeing a different man, mike, he was different, in ways she couldn’t quite decipher yet.. Half way through a mouthful, he noticed that Lola had a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then her felt her run the side of her boot upwards on his leg. He sensed a monster awakening in his mind. ‘Girl you do not wanna do that’ he giggled, blushing. ‘Why don’t you stop me?’ Lola answered back. Michael noticed her hand on the tabled and touched it with his own, a spark now dancing in his dark eyes. Their fingers entwined. ‘Michael this evening has been wonderful’, Lola started. ‘Baby come on’ Michael stood up pushing his chair away from the table. He looked so inviting, holding out his hand. Lola took it as he led her towards the balcony. They stepped outside and the view took her breath. The golden gleaming sunset, the city. He let go of her hand, which fell limp to her side. She was clearly still in shock. Looking deep into her eyes he said, “So girl, what do you wanna do now?” Lola looked back up into his dark chocolate eyes and whispered “you” with a giggle; then kissed his soft full lips. Michael kissed her back, devouring her mouth, now thinking ‘Man!! You taste so wonderful!’. He slipped his tongue inside her awaiting mouth. His tongue caressed Lola’s. She let out a tiny moan as they kissed in the yellowing light of the sunset. Her mind screaming. They parted. Looking into Lola’s eyes Michael said huskily, “I wanna do this again. I haven’t felt this good in years.” At this she was rather impressed with herself, her mind doing yet more screaming. “Y’know Michael, your something else. Your not what people think. And would love to do this again” She whispered back. “And next time maybe I will do you” she added winking. Walking back through the hotel suit she felt blessed to know such a sweet, caring man.

She left him stood on the balcony, as he wished after her. Smiling to himself. “Come on man! Snap out of it!” he muttered to himself.

 

In her bed that night, she felt alone. She felt something, a feeling, wash over her as she thought of Michael. It was crazy! Michael Jackson! But actually Lola found she wasn’t looking at the personality, Michael Jacskon. She was thinkng about Mike, sweet romantic Mike. She wished she had stayed the night with him. He made her crazy! That second Lola jumped up running the kitchen where she had left her purse. Rummaging in it she felt a piece of paper crunch in her hand. Pulling it out, and reading it the half dark, yes, she was right! He had slipped his number in her purse: ‘023716 Michael xxx’. Punching the air, Lola grabbed her cell phone. Dialling the number she had never felt so nervous, but at peace. “Hey” came his wide awake tones. Looking at the clock Lola saw it was 1:30 am, he probably just got back from a performance. “Hey. Mike its me, Lola. Listen I, I’ve been thinking… Maybe we could hang out tomorrow?” she asked.

 

‘Yeah sure baby. At my home?’ he tried. ‘No at mine. Its pretty quiet round here, cept from Friday nights. I doubt anyone will see you.’ Lola told him. Michael laughed knowing she was determined. ‘Sure. Your place it is. I’ll have my driver that brought you home deliver me to you.’ He said happily. Then added ‘I cant get you outta my mind’. ‘Mike I don’t know what to say. I feel the same. I gotta see you.’ Lola wished out loud. ‘Baby tonight, I’ll get my driver to pick you up.’ There was a pause. ‘I have to go change...I need to-’Michael stopped her, saying ‘Just come as you are’. ‘What? Ok. As long as your sure.’ Lola replied.

 

She waited half an hour. Before hearing the car pull up and the horn beep. Lola pulled on some converse, and a leather jacket. Rushing out to the rolls. Jumping in. And getting a weird look from the driver who noticed she was only wearing her PJ shorts and a shirt. And had no make-up on.

 

As the car pulled up outside the hotel, Lola jumped out not caring who saw. And made her way up to room 1262. Once there she knocked on the door. Michael opened up in a pair of black joggers and a white vest. His hair wet, freshly showered and without make-up, he looked good. ‘Hey’ he smiled. Welcoming her inside. She sat on the edge of his bed and muttered ‘sooo….’. He studied her, and speculated out loud, ‘beautiful’, with the utmost sincerity. Lola blushed.

 

“Come into my office” Michael giggled as he scrambled under the sheets. Lola looked at him in disbelief. She thought she new what would come next. But it turned out, she knew nothing. Lola scrambled in with him. And they lay in the bed staring at the ceiling as they talked. Until Michael turned his head to rest his eyes upon her and said “We are alike Lola. Just from different worlds.” Then he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Loving their softness and lack of mercy. His kisses became more passionate and lustful as time floated by. Without knowing his own thoughts, Lola felt his lips were powerful as he devoured her mouth, just as he had done on the balcony that evening. Their tongues raced, caressed and tasted. Michaels dark curls fell around Lola’s face, tickling her. A sensation which turned her on even further. He put more weight on her, sealing off all her escapes. She was his now. She started to think she both wanted and needed to rip his clothes off. Yet again, they parted. Breathing heavy and staring into each others eyes. She finally saw sense, and was tired after all the making out. “Mike, I don’t want to tonight. I want it to be special in other ways. Not just sex…” Lola whispered (she seemed to be doing a lot of whispering lately, as he kept taking her breath away.) as she felt him hard in his joggers. At first he looked disappointed, then replied “Ok baby, whatever you want”. Lola thought she was probably the only woman to ever turn him down!

 

They talked some more about family and life, while they snuggled. She loved to feel him hold her. Michael reached over and flicked off his bedside lamp, snuggling back down to hold Lola. She felt fragile in his arms, she felt precious. This was different, it was the only time he’d spent the night with a woman without sex. He loved that she wouldn’t give in to him. He would love it even more when she did give into him…


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