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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Twenty-Four ~ The Girl is Mine

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of wheels squeaking. My eyes slowly opened. I was not aware that Michael already gotten up and ordered breakfast. I sat up hugging the blanket close to my chest.
“Mmm…what time is it?” I asked groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“A little after nine.” Michael said, as he wheeled the tray over to us. Michael had a sheet wrapped around his hips. I groaned and laid back down. “Are you still tired?”
“Yes, don’t you realize that we didn’t get to bed until six this morning?” I mumbled, turning over and closing my eyes. Suddenly the bed started shaking. I looked up to see Michael jumping on the bed.
“GET UP!! GET UP!!” Michael screamed like an impatient child on Christmas day. I sat up quickly and pulled Michael’s sheet from his hips.
“HEY!” Michael screamed then jumped off the bed and found my foot and drug me out of the bed onto the floor. I glared evilly at Michael.
“Why are so full of damn energy?” I said, getting up off the floor, and rubbing my sore back.
“Why are you so tired?” Michael retorted.
“Normal people sleep.”
“Are you calling me weird?” Michael asked, as he grabbed the sheet off the floor and retied it around his hips.
“No, I’m calling you an insomniac.” I said, a smirk coming to my face. I let out a yawn.
“Oh.” Michael said, smiling. He walked over to the tray that room service brought up.
“I got you crepes with strawberries, if that’s okay…”
“Oh it’s fine,” I sitting back on the bed, still rubbing my back.
“Did I hurt you?” Michael asked, noticing that I was rubbing my back.
“No, that mattress wasn’t all that comfortable…” I complained. Michael frowned.
“I slept like a rock.” Michael said, stretching his head over his hand, as he placed the tray in front of the bed. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
“Oh don’t even try to rub it in Mr. Jackson…I’ll whoop you like a red-headed step child.” I said pointed a finger at him. Michael laughed then walked over and kissed me. “Why are you in such a rush anyway?”
“Check out’s at eleven. So hurry and eat then get dress…you’re making me horny by being in your underwear…”
“Oh sorry that my sexiness is making you so uncomfortable.” I said, running a hand along my collarbone while the other ran over my left breast. Michael licked his lips.
“Girl, you’re asking for it…and I’ll give it to you if you don’t stop teasing…”
“Ooh Michael…give it to me…please, I’m so hot and horny for you…” I teased, my voice lowering into a husky seductive tone. Michael then dove for the bed, I got up and ran for the bathroom and shut the door, locking it as I did so. I let out a laugh and Michael pounded on the door.
“Open this door Crys, I’ll punish you real good…” Michael said through the door.
“Uh-uh. If you want me, you’ll have to break that door down.” I said as I grabbed my clothes off the floor. I wrapped them around my exposed breasts and mid-section
“Come on Crys…you know you want it…why are you denying yourself the pleasure.” Michael purred through the door.
“Because, we both know it would end up a mess, I am still on my period. Besides, you’re in a hurry to get out of here.” I said, as I unlocked the door. Michael opened it, frowning as he saw that I was covered up.
“Come on girl, let me see something…” Michael said, as he tried to peel the shirt I held around my chest. He was unsuccessful.
“Seriously Michael, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Not even a quickie?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Define quickie?”

*Moments Later*
“Oh fuck! Michael…” I screamed, as Michael delved deeply inside me. My hands balled around the cream colored sheets. Michael continued pounding into me like a jack-hammer. The both of us were coming to our climaxes extremely fast.
“Ooh, God Crys,” Michael moaned as he continued pounding his cock inside me. I was about to lean over the edge.
“God! I’m coming! shit!” I said, as my orgasm hit me sending my body quaking with pleasure. Michael moaned my name as he came. Still shaking from our orgasms, Michael withdrew from me.
“See? Quickie. Now I need to clean up.” Michael said as he went into the bathroom. I stood up quickly and grabbed the tampon that I had laid out and stuck it inside before I made a mess all over the floor then I got up and rummaged through my bag for some clothes to wear.
Once dressed, I began to eat. Michael came out moments later, fully dressed. We ate together then we began to pack up. Michael carried my bag downstairs to the car. The clouds dissipated and the sun was shining but it was still blistery cold. We got in the car and took off back to Dublin. Michael was the first one to break the silence that had consumed the car.
“So, how was that? A nice getaway huh?”
“Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Although I don’t know what the maids are going to think when they see blood on the bed sheets…” Michael laughed.
“They’ll probably think I hacked you up in little pieces and shoved you in the carry-on case.” Michael said, making a chopping motion with his hand. I shook my head.
“Wow, you’re morbid…but again, you‘re the king of all that‘s morbid.” Michael laughed.
“You noticed huh? Damn.” Michael said, pretending to look on his coat for an imaginary spot.
“Oh yeah, you bet I noticed. Hey, want to listen to some music?” I asked my eyes meeting his.
“I‘d love to.” Michael said, as he pulled over.
“I would think that you would have a whole collection of CD’s in here…”
“I rarely ever drive this car. I like my SUV the best. It’s comfy.” Michael said, as the car came to a stop. I started to step out when Michael pulled on my coat and pulled me back in the car.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting my CD case…”
“Uh-uh, I’ll do that. Just tell me where they are so I don’t have to rummage through your dirty underwear to find them…”
“Not that you’d mind.” I said under my breath.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t mind…” Michael said smiling a sexy smirk.
“It’s in one of the top pockets.” I said, looking at him. Michael nodded. Michael popped the trunk as he stepped out of the car. Moment later he came back with a blue and black CD keeper. I smirked.
“You found it. For a second I was worried…”
“Worried? I should be worried…God only knows what the hell I’ll find in here.” Michael said, a mischievous smirk lined his lips. My mouth dropped open as I smacked his arm. I then dove to grab my CD keeper but Michael gently but firmly pushed me back in the seat.
“Relax.” Michael said rolling his eyes as he unzipped my full CD keeper.
“Hm…Dangerous, Invincible, Blood On the Dance floor, Off the Wall…ooh! Crystal’s cool music one, lets see what’s on this?” Michael said as he took the burned CD out of the case and put it in the CD player. Brandy’s Should I Go started playing.
“Ooh! Brandy! I have this album at…”
“I know.”
“I like this song a lot. Why do you like it?”
“Well first of all, I like Coldplay’s Clocks. Another reason I like it is because it reminds me of the full moon shining down upon a calm lake. Or rain falling down while your standing underneath a roof.” I said, Michael nodded, then closed his eyes. He began to drift toward the mountainside.
“Michael, I don’t want to die right now.” I said, and he opened his eyes. He corrected himself.
“Sorry, I was trying to imagine the imagery you gave me.”
“And?”
“It’s breathtaking, I can see why you love this song so much.” Michael said, as he switched to the next song. It was Groove Armada’s Think Twice.
“This is not one I’ve heard before.”
“Ooh, I think you’d like it.” I said as I turned the music up. Michael slowed down again and pulled over. I looked at him questionably.
“What’s up?” I asked, our eyes meeting.
“I think I’m going to let you drive.” Michael said as he got out of the car.
“Me? I’ve never driven overseas before…”
“It’s easy,” Michael said, as he walked over to my side. I crawled over the middle console and sat down in the driver’s seat.
“Why the sudden change?”
“I feel like getting lost in the music. Do you mind?” Michael said, as he sat down in the passenger seat.
“No, not at all.” I said as I put the car in gear and we rolled off onto the road.
“Who sings this song?”
“Groove Armada.”
“I’ve heard of them before. I haven’t heard this song however. When did it come out?” I shrugged.
“I don’t know. Why do you like it?”
“Yeah. I love the lyrics and the piano. Do you know the album?”
“Um, I think it’s called Lovebox.”
“I see. I’ll have to buy it…unlike you who steals music.”
“Hey now! That’s unfair. I don’t have the money to go out and buy an album just because I like one song. To me that’s like throwing your money away.”
“You could get it off of a cheap site.”
“With what bank account, Jason’s ruined my credit and I can’t save money with him around…”
“He’s out of the picture now.”
“Damn it! You’re right…why the hell are you chewing me out? I did this like last year when I was in college. I had no money anyway.”
“I’ll let you off this once.” Michael said, his eyes closed as a smile came to his lips.
“Better…” I said, as I turned my eyes back on the road. Think Twice faded and Zero 7’s Destiny came on. Michael drifted away in the music. I continued to drive, passing the convenience store that we stopped by at last night. I knew we had about two more hours to go. Michael switched the song and Natasha Beddingfield’s I Bruise Easily began playing, he quickly switched it. His song Stranger in Moscow began playing the raining intro. Michael glared at me. I gave a nervous laugh.
“Hey, don‘t look at me like that. A friend of mine borrowed the History album to me. I ripped the whole thing to my computer. Technically it‘s not stealing.” I said, offering an explanation. He pressed the next button and Linkin Park’s Easier to Run began to play. Michael pressed next again and Aviatic’s Goodbye Beautiful Day played. Michael nodded and sat back again to listen to it. Next was Call Me When You’re Sober by Evanescence. Michael quickly pressed next. I gave him a questioning look.
“She’s got a great voice, but it gets annoying after three or four songs.” Michael said as Center of the Sun (Solarstone Chilled-Out Remix) by Conjure One began playing. Michael, again, sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. I continued driving. Is he going to do this the whole way there? I thought a little annoyed.
The songs continued to play. By now I was concentrating on the road more than anything else, trying not to get us both killed. Surprisingly Michael had fallen asleep. I let out a snort or amusement.
“Not tired my ass.” I whispered as I carefully leaned over, keeping an eye on the road, to grab my CD case. As my hand closed around it and I began to take it off Michael’s lap, Michael’s hand closed around my hand.
“Jesus!” I yelled out, startled, the car swerved but I was quick to recover it. Michael laughed.
“Got ya.” Michael said, a wide grin coming to his face. I shook my head. Michael took the CD out and placed it back in my case.
“Hm…what else to listen to…hey what’s this?” Michael said holding up a blank CD. I shook my head.
“Um…that? Just a blank one…” He gave me a discrediting look.
“You’re such a terrible liar, you know that?” Michael said as he put the CD into the player. My instrumental music began playing. I groaned. Michael listened to it.
“This is nice…whose it from?”
“Me.” I said, keeping my eyes on the road.”
“Really? Using that garage band thingy?”
“No. The site’s called Jamstudio. You use already made loops. It‘s really stupid.” I said my hand going to press the eject button on the CD player when Michael intercepted my hand with his.
“No its not…” Michael retorted, glaring at me.
“I think it is. So…” I stuck my tongue out at him. He grabbed it.
“Owww, leth cgo ov my ltongue.” (Let go of my tongue.)
“Not until you say that you have talent.”
“Uh-uh fthorget eht.” (Uh-uh, Forget it.)
“Then I guess I’ll be hanging on to your tongue.” I began to wander on the road.
“No ou on’t. I’ll rech thiis gar.” (No you won’t. I’ll wreck this car.)
“No you won’t.” Michael challenged.
“Ooh!” I said, trying to jerk my head back.
“Will you just give up?”
“Fthine, I ave thfalennth.” (Fine, I have talent.) I said, but Michael didn’t let go.
“I didn’t hear you…” I jerked me head away and broke free.
“I have fucking talent, okay? Damn.” I said breaking away from him. I shook my head.
“Thank you. I’m going to break you of that just yet.”
“Break me of what?”
“Your low self image. You put yourself down way too much.” Michael said, as he glanced at me.
“I’ve already told you my reasoning behind it. Why are you so…adamant on changing me?” Pausing a minute to find the right word.
“Because, you’ve changed me. Since you’ve showed up in my life, I’ve done things I haven’t done in a while. You got me feeling things I haven’t felt in a long time too.” Michael said, his hand pulling away some of the hair around my face. I smiled.
“Okay, fine. But it will take a while. Don’t expect it to happen overnight.” I said my eyes meeting Michael’s. He smiled.
“I know. I used to have the same problem.” Michael said, his eyes meeting mine.
“Really,” I said my tone was one that didn’t believe him.
“Yes, but you can have a high self image and not be full of yourself.” Michael said switching to the next song on the CD.
“Really? I always figured it was one way or the other. You know?”
“It’s an easy misconception to have. But trust me, there is a balance.”
“I believe you.” I said, my eyes meeting Michael’s again.
Music filled the car as we continued toward Dublin. Not another word was said, until we hit Dublin.
“Okay, take the next exit…be careful not to cut this guy---” A horn behind us blared as the man flipped us off. I made a face.
“Sorry dude! I’m really sorry.” I said as if the guy could hear me. Michael laughed.
“You really aren’t used to this are you?”
“What gave you the first clue Michael? I’m not a first class world traveler like you. This is my first time being overseas…”
“Okay, okay. Did you want me to drive?”
“If you would, please.” I said slowing down. I pulled over and came to a stop and got out. Michael got out as well. We switched places.
“I love to drive and all, but not when I have people yelling profanities at me and flipping me off.” I said, climbing into the drivers seat.
“It’s all right, I shouldn’t have put you in that position. Once we get back to the states you’re going to be driving.” Michael said. I then looked at him funny.
“What do you mean we? You actually want me as a….”
“Girlfriend? Yes. I thought we established this.”
“No, we haven’t. But I’d be honored to be your girlfriend.” I said leaning over and kissing his lips. Michael began to blush. We started on the road again.
“Are you getting hungry?” Michael asked, checking the clock on the dashboard. It was already after one.
“Yeah.” I said looking at him.
“Great I know this wonderful drive-in place.” Michael said as he took a left.
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