Michael's POV

I lay in the soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. My eyes were still shut as I soaked in the warmth of the covers before letting out deep breathe, slowly opening my eyes staring up at the ceiling. I turn my head over seeing Tatiana who is still fast asleep.

Her black hair tumbled down in waves around her, as she slept on her stomach tangled in the white sheets. I roll over slowly on my side as I run my fingers down her spin slowly feeling her skin, as she breathes softly.

Memories of last night fill my mind as I slowly lean in laying a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"Hmm..." she moans out lightly, slowly waking up as I pull back slowly. Her eyes open sleepily staring at me for a moment, before closing her eyes smiling. "Good morning." she whispers hoarsely.

"Goodmorning." I whisper back leaning in as I kiss her softly. She presses her lips against mine kissing me sweetly as I pull her closer in my arms. Our lips dance with each other slowly, as I move my hands down caressing her skin slowly. The kiss was getting rougher as I move my head down kissing her neck.

"Michael..." she moans softly, before giggling. "You aren't tired?"

I smile against her skin. "With you? Never."

I feel her skin grow warm as she blushes. "But all night we just--"

I smirk looking up at her. "A man needs to fulfill his needs, Tati." I kiss her. "But you leave me wanting more," another kiss on her neck, "and more," another kiss on her collarbone, "it just never ends." I mumble trailing my kisses lower, as her breath quickens.

"And I've been craving you girl for the longest." I whisper and looks up at her pulling the covers back, before looking at the clock. "And I think it's my breakfast time." I smirk slowly before going down her body.

Tatiana's POV

"Someone is giddy.." Sheryl giggles as I walk in the dressing room. "I've been calling you and you haven't picked up--I was gonna see if you were okay after...well you know..."

I giggle putting my bag in a chair. It's been a couple of days of being locked away from the world with Michael--and it was heaven. A couple of days filled with love making and being in each others arms, and being intoxicated by him.

"I'm sorry...I just--"

"Mhhhhhm..." Sheryl giggles. "I can guess by that look on your face..."

"Nothing happened." I blush rolling my eyes as she smirks getting up.

"Mhhhm...tell that to the hickey on your neck." she giggles making my eyes widen as I look in the mirror.

"Shit--"

The door opens, in walking Michael. I look up from the mirror, meeting his eyes. "Hey--"

His black curls were pulled back, as one went down his forehead. He was wearing one of my favorite outfits--the iconic Bad costume from the Bad music video.

Sheryl clears her throat teasingly as Michael jumps noticing her. "Hey Sheryl--"

"Mhhhm. Loverboy.." she giggles. "How's the leg?"

"Good as new." he chuckles.

"I'm sure Tatiana made it alllllll better." she teases making Michael blush as I laugh out.

"Sheryl..." I hiss.

"I have to work on scales with Jennifer--but I'll see you guys tonight, we're all going out to dinner." she waves before closing the door behind her.

Michael smirks taking no time to walk towards me kissing me deeply. I moan lightly before pushing him away gently. "Ohhh no. You're not kissing me until we are off of this tour."

"What?" he laughs out. "Why?"

I point to my neck as his eyes widen. He moves my hair out the way gently running his fingers over it. "I-I did that?"

"Yes--you kissing me is damaging..." I mumble as he bites his lip shyly shrugging, before leaning in my ear his body close to mine.

"I can always kiss other places babygirl..." he whispers lowly, making me blush deeply. I push him away on his chest as he chuckles lowly. I giggle moving past him as I go grab my first outfit off the hanger.

I strip out of my clothes as he sits down. I didn't feel uncomfortable doing so until he started staring at me hard--he suddenly starts blushing swallowing hard. "T-tat?"

"What?" I look over at him in nothing but my underwear as he runs a hand over his mouth.

"I-I think I got more than your neck, babygirl...." he says softly as I look over in the mirror gasping.

My body was covered in them along with bruises--most of which could be covered with clothing but--

"I-I'm so sorry...I didn't know.." he stutters as I rush over to the makeup table. "I-I didn't realize...did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all..." I look over at him. "But no one can see me like this. All of my clothes are showing skin and--"

He looks over at the makeup table. "Sit down..." he sighs out running a hand through his hair as I sit down. He grabs cover up and foundation kneeling in front of me as he begins to work on my legs.

"I can get it, Michael--"

"I'd rather do it, than have Karen do it." he chuckles grabbing a makeup blender. "Do you want her to wonder how you got all of this?"

I giggle lightly as he smirks. I watch him as he tries covering all the marks up.

"Michael I don't think--"

"It'll work--" he chuckles lightly. "I do it all the time...for my vitiligo."

"You don't need it--" I say softly.

"Not with you no.." he shrugs. "You see something I can't see."

"But you're beautiful." I whisper as flashes of his skin enter my mind. He had patches of discoloration to his skin, but it was so uniquely beautiful. I always loved tracing my fingers over the different shapes of shades that were on his skin.

He makes a face at my words, and opens his mouth to say something. He sighs out before looking up at me. "You're the first person to make me believe that." he smiles gently before getting up kissing my forehead.

He gently moves my hair out the way before getting my neck. He finishes and I get up looking in the mirror.

"Wow--" I look in the mirror impressed. "You should just fire Karen, and take over." I smirk as he rolls his eyes kissing my cheek.

"That would be a dream come true for you--I know." he chuckles as I giggle changing quickly. As soon as I put on my jacket, Karen walks in.

"Hey--" she looks over at Michael. "There's a phone call for you, it's Bill." she says as I sit down, as she walks over getting her tools ready for my makeup.

He jumps up quickly. "I better go get it--I'll see you in a bit, Tati..." he says rushing out leaving me alone with the devil's spawn.

"We don't have much time--let's see what I can do with...this." she mumbles as I grit my teeth giving a tight smile.

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I kind of rushed through this chapter...I'm literately in the car on my way to a Detroit to visit family.

But I hope you like it doll faces.

Also I'm thinking on publishing a teaser chapter/prologue of the new Prince fanfic I'm writing. Let me know your thoughts!

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