MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Urges Pt. 1~

       "Look how hard you've worked Mike!" I waved my hand around before taking a sip of my drink and setting it onto the small coffee table in front of us. I proceeded to rest my head onto his shoulder. Or more like collapsed onto his shoulder.

I'll be honest, not my brightest moment. But at least I'm right.

We were a week or so into shooting and Michael and I were camped up in his suite at the Helmsley Palace Hotel in New York. I forced Jeffrey Daniel and Caszper Canidate, two of the people helping Michael choreograph the video, to go and rest. Michael had been up all day shooting and all night dancing. He needed a break and we both knew it.

Michael was so stressed out about his 'Bad' album not reaching the same height as 'Thriller.' He wanted every number to get higher and higher. He wanted to always be getting better. And although I think it's good for a person to have that drive, it made me worry for Michael because he barely got any sleep because of how much he was working.

When I was up in his room with him he was pacing so much that it reached 12:30 am and he was still up and about. So I made him a small drink. Just a glass of whiskey, something he rarely drank, but still enjoyed.

I was quite the lightweight and got drunk pretty quickly, and soon Michael followed.

       "You really think that?" Michael questioned as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. I lifted my head to look at him but he just as quickly nuzzled his face into my neck and I shivered at his touch. 

Thank god for the booze, or else I would be a mess.

       "Of c...course I do, you're amazing Mike," I stuttered. I felt his lips curl up into a smile against my neck. His large hands squeezing at my sides as he pulled me closer to him.

       "What would I do without you Y/N/N," His mumbled against me. I froze as his voice vibrated against my neck. My heart began to race.

       "Crash and burn?" I joked with a laugh that soon fell flat as he pressed a soft kiss against the crook of my neck. I froze.

       "Something like that," He spoke softly as he began to nip at my neck. My heart was pounding rapidly against my chest and my breathing deepened as he continued. Although in the back of my mind I knew we should stop, my drunken state masked my rationalization.

I had been pushing all of my feelings for him away but when his lips touched my skin I couldn't find the will in me to stop.

He began to move and soon I felt his arms curl underneath my legs and his large left hand resting at my back. He stood up, holding me tightly in his arms and carried me towards his bedroom.

I looked up at him and saw his messy curls hanging beside his face, his red shirt unbuttoned by the first few buttons and a loose tie hanging around his neck. His deep brown eyes bore into me, filled with a lust that made my body heat up in his arms.

He glanced away from me for only a moment as he pushed his bedroom door open with his foot. I barely remember what the room looked like but I recall the grand bed he rested me on. The soft sheets my back pressed against as Michael crawled over me.

He rested his large hands on my knees and pushed them apart as he replaced the empty space with his body. His hands soon moving to either side of my head as he looked down at me.

Our breaths deepened as we gazed at each other. Both of us, almost unsure, of where this was going but not wanting to part from each other. So we just stayed there, our hot breaths mingling between us as we waited for one of us to act.