{Dangerous era – 1993}.

You're sitting on your bed, looking through the door at Michael, who is sitting on a chair in the next room, legs crossed over, and his hands resting on his knee.

He's currently being interviewed by Oprah Winfrey, and some of the questions have been quite simply hilarious!

The thing is though, Oprah can't see you, as her back is facing you. Michael can see you clear as day, though.

"Have you ever been in love?" Oprah asks.

"Yeah," Michael answers shyly.

"With Brooke Shields?"

"Yes. And another girl," Michael averts his eyes slyly over to you, making you stifle a giggle.

"And another girl?" Oprah asks in clarification.

Michael giggles timidly, "Yes."

"Okay," Oprah clears her throat. "I'm gonna ask you this, and it's embarrassing for me to ask you this, but I'm gonna ask you anyway."

Michael scratches his ear in anticipation, and looks at her, nodding to indicate she can continue.

"Are you a virgin?"

Michael inhales in surprise, "How could you ask me that question?" he laughs.

"I jus—I just... I wanna know! I wanna know if—"

"I'm a gentleman," Michael interrupts. "I'm a gentleman."

"You're a gentleman?" she repeats.

"I'm a gentleman," he nods his head.

"Okay... so, I would interpret that to mean, you believe that... a lady is a lady, and therefore—"

"That's something that's very private, I mean, shouldn't be spoken about openly," Michael cuts her off with a small smile of embarrassment, "You can call me old fashioned if you want, but, y'know, to me that's something very personal—"

"So you're not gonna answer it?" Oprah smirks.

"I'm embarrassed!" he chuckles.

He gives a shy giggle, beginning to rock back and forth, and Oprah gives in.

"Okay, you're not gonna answer it."

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After the interview, Michael bids Oprah farewell, and greets you with a kiss.

"Hey, babe. Sorry about that. The things I have to do, honestly," he chuckles, shaking his head add tutting.

"It's fine," you smile at him. "So, how's my "gentleman"?"

He bites his lip and pulls you into his arms, "Your gentleman is... fine," he answers. "I can't believe she asked me that question!"

"I know!" you laugh. "And I can't believe you called yourself a gentleman."

"What?" he gasps. "I can be gentlemanly when I wanna be!"

"So... you're gonna be a gentleman tonight?" you ask.

He almost chokes on his laughter, kissing your forehead before covering his mouth to hide his amusement.

"Gentleman tonight? Hell, no. Not with you, girl!"

You smirk. "That's just what I thought."

"It's kinda hard being a gentleman with you around. I lose control in your presence," he explains.

"Is that so?" you challenge. "You don't seem to be losi—"

Before you can finish your sentence, he captures your lips in a kiss, which makes your legs momentarily feel like jelly, threatening your body to collapse to the ground.

Still kissing you, he starts guiding you both to your bedroom, and once you arrive, he forces you down on the bed.

He begins kissing your shoulder blade and neck, making you gasp in pleasure.

"Baby, you won't be seeing the gentleman Michael tonight. All you're gonna see is the reckless Michael."

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So... yeah. I've never seen an imagine like this before. I hope it was okay? x)