Ariana's Point Of View ~

'Love Me Harder' Set | Los Angeles, California 

A wave of applause is broadcast throughout the set, smiles of faces with a hint of exhaustion as the hours have ticked past. Some going by without anyone taking much notice as the day has been so busy. I'm lifted so gently up and out of the surrounding water, a blanket thrown around me as my feet find the floor once more. My arms wrap around me also, keeping the towel firmly on my skin. My hair and skin damp but only slightly.

"Thank you so much! . . " I say to Roger.

Abel appears too. Hugging me as we thank each other. I still can't believe that today has even happened. Insane, as I am left grateful. But today has almost brought me to my knees from the never ending hustle of it all as the idea of going back home to see Michael seems like paradise. I dab off the remaining droplets of water that still occupies my skin as I walk to a room that holds my bag.

A gentle tap of my phone is all it takes for it to light up, the time displayed before my eyes.

"Wow. It's late . . " I whisper to myself.

I wish to call Michael, to let him know I'm on my way home but I don't want to wake him. Well, I'm hoping he's sleeping. I pray that he is. I change into something more comfortable for the trip home - a hoodie and high waisted tights with slip on fluffy slippers. I grab my bag of a few belongings before I walk out and in the direction of my waiting car.

"Ms Grande . . " Jesse says, a nod of his head.

I hear him say as I walk towards him. He stands tall, professional . . always. His suit colour changes from black to a dark brown as he tells me he likes to mix it up sometimes. As I walk in front of him, he follows behind me.

"On our way to the car . . "

I hear Jesse speak into his ear piece.

I hop in, the door closed gently for me. I can't help but to slump down into my seat and release a soft sigh as I do so. What a day. An amazing day but one that was so tiring by the very end of it. Jesse reappears once again, sitting on the other side of the seat opposite me. I flash him a small smile but all I get from him is a nod.

Professional, always.

Told you.

I pull my phone out, my fingers race to get to that number once again. But I shouldn't, I really shouldn't as it's already so late now. The streets dark, shadow filled sparking a sense of such mystery . . such fear even. People sleeping instead of strolling, which I pray Michael is doing right now. I'm worried. I always have been.

I say things to Michael about it.

But only little things.

He always just brushes it off, telling me it's not a big deal. But it really terrifies me. Michael works so hard, to the point where he doesn't sleep. He can't. His mind just doesn't allow that. It's the adrenaline of it all, the total excitement. Michael tells me. Bare streets calls for no traffic, no hold ups of any kind and in no time. 

Michael & Ariana's Home | Los Angeles, California 

Home.  

And it feels so good to be here. I exist the car. "Ms. Grande . . " with an always attentive Jesse right beside me. I walk upstairs and into our bedroom. My eyes immediately look at the bed . . to see no one there. So then, I turn the light on to reveal that my eyes didn't deceive me, to reveal my biggest fear.

Michael isn't asleep.

He isn't even in bed.

I undress. Walking into the bathroom while I fiddle back there to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail before my hands fall onto the rim of the sink, my head hangs down as I release a big sigh - a long day. I lift my head up but very slowly. My face still home to the touches and touches of make-up so it's something I must tend to. I open the mirror cabinet to retrieve a much desired wet wipes.

I feel my heart stop for a second.

A small bottle of some kind of sleeping tablets, is this? I see this bottle and with Michael's name on it too. I know his insomnia is a problem for him but I had no idea that he was taking anything for it.

Do I ask him?

Or should I just leave it unsaid, kinda like a lull if you will.

I don't want to hurt him. To make him feel as if I'm trying to upset him. I would never. Of course not. But I can't help but worry about him, especially when it comes to his insomnia. I make my decision.

I will ask him about this.

But not tonight.

For it has been a long day, for us both. The shower no longer waits for me as I step in, the warm water hits my body within seconds. A silent relief as it saturates my entire animation. My hands force the water to leave my face and for my eyes to open. The bottle stuck in my brain now . . but I must stop thinking about it.

I must.

I close my eyes, to clear my mind hopefully.

I do, for a second. Before I feel hands on me. Breath on the back of my neck, my hair no longer in a messy ponytail - now wet, out and moved to one side so lips can plant themselves there. My eyes still closed as the feeling of Michael being so close behind me is complete bliss. How to describe . . well, it's intoxicating. Like having a drug right within your reach as he is my addiction. I lean my back against his chest softly.

"Hi baby. How are you? . . "

He asks me in the calmest of voices. It makes me feel so safe, so warm. It makes me suddenly forget all about that image in my head - for the bottle of those horrible sleeping tablets aren't there anymore as that picture has changed into something else.

"I'm good. Tired . . " I tell him with a chuckle. "Just happy to be home . . "

I finish saying, to then say nothing at all. My chest rises and falls rapidly as well as my heart to the tingle feeling that Michael's fingers are giving me. Sending a sense of a lull in the air. His fingers from only one hand comes down, further and further towards my heat. "Can I? . . " Michael asks me. A husk in his voice and a lump in my throat, I can't seem to speak. I just can't seem to find words of any kind to say to him. It's like I have been taken hostage. Words fail me, but it's not fear that keeps me from speaking . . but passion.

Such passion.

I only manage to nod. His fingers continue until . .

"Ohhh . . "

I moan out. My head falls back as my entire body shakes. I feel like I'm going to collapse. Two fingers of his are inside me, pumping me. In a sudden feeling of desperation, I find my hands grab onto Michael. Holding onto him for dear life, it feels.

"I got you, baby . . "

He whispers in my ear, planting a kiss on my lobe. What the actual fuck. I open my eyes briefly as I turn my head slightly to the side. I see Michael's gorgeous, almost glistening cocoa skin. His voice, his scent. His actions right now is leaving me so muddled. The sound of the running water mutes the wetness that Michael has created within me. He continues, pumping and pumping until, suddenly he stops. His hands on my hips gently as he positions my body with still no words, no objection yet to be made. But I won't. 

No way.

He can do whatever he wishes.

I still remain in front of him, my back facing him. My hands on the screen of the shower. It's only seconds that pass before I feel Michael enter me from behind. 

"I'm gonna go harder . . again, baby . . " 

Michael says in my ear once more. The bathroom itself seems like the sun, it's warm. No, it's so fucking hot in here. The steam is all around us. 

My mind spinning. Holy shit!

I need to try and catch my breath somehow. Michael is making me feel so fucking amazing, like I'm the only women in the world. The palm of my hands on the shower screen. Before one slides down, for it and my fingers to create almost a window, a glimpse into our actions of intimacy.

Wow. This is a moment that I won't ever forget. 

to be continued.