WARNING: Some parts in this chapter are sexually explicit (somewhat). If you are under than 18+ I don't recommend you read. 

Tatiana's POV

He was close to her, awfully close. She could feel the tingling of his breath brushing against her cheeks. He tilted his head and placed his hand on the small of her back. His simple touch sent sparks up her spine, causing her to shake. "Is this okay with you?" He asked, gazing into her eyes. She could only nod, and take small quivering breaths. His lips met hers slowly. Blood rushed to her head, making her feel light and fuzzy. He pulled away slowly, but she ran her fingertips through his hair, and pulled him back in. Their lips moved together, and their hands moved over each-other's bodies. She felt him glide his tongue against her lower lip. Unsure, she opened her mouth to let him in. Their tongues slid against each other, and their lips were still in motion. She could feel him smile through the kiss as he cupped his hand over her cheek. He pulled away from her lips, but kept his lips lingering on her skin. He kissed down her jawline and traced her collarbones. She tilted her head back, letting him graze his lips against her neck.

*End Of Dream*

I immediately jolt awake up feeling my cheeks heat up. I look around realizing I'm in the bedroom alone. 

In Michael's bed....

I quickly look down realizing I'm fully dressed as I breathe out a sigh of relief. I run a hand through my hair trying to remember what happened last night. 

*Flashback*

I walk after Michael fast, my lips burning from what just happened.

"I didn't ask for you to kiss me." I say breathing slightly heavy from the kiss and walking fat after Michael. 

He smirks and licks his lip before biting down on it gently. "You didn't stop me either." 

I narrow my eyes at him and looks away, annoyed. 

"Stop being so contrary.." he whispers as I walk inside the house.

"I'm not being difficult." I snap back. "But I wasn't ready for you--"

At that moment, he gently pushes me up against the wall; his arm on one side of my head as he stares deeply in my eyes. 

"You were." he whispers. "You might not admit it to me, or even yourself. But I know you, Tatiana. You love me. I don't expect you to say it yet. I don't even deserve to hear those three words, at all from you. But god dammit, I love you." he says his eyes clouding over suddenly. "Don't tell me you weren't ready for me to kiss you...because --"

I immediately cut him off, my lips pressed against his. This kiss was nothing to any previous moment in my life. It was a kiss of affection, deep passion, igniting from both of our hearts and coursing through both of our lips causing what seemed like an electric shock. He immediately picked me up our lips never separating as he took me upstairs.

*End Of Flashback*

I lay back slowly as I bite my lip, playing with the ends of my hair. It felt so good, to surrender my heart to him. I give a small smile, and sighs as I tiredly move my head seeing the empty space next to me. I let my mind drift thinking about him as I feel this sense of happiness build up in my heart. 

"Goodmorning..." a soft voice says as I look up. I see Michael in a plain white t-shirt, paired with plaid pajama pants. A curl hung down from his face, the rest pulled back. 

"Goodmorning..." I whisper back as he climbs back in bed. He moves under the covers close to me as we stay quiet staring in each others eyes. It wasn't awkward, it was just.....right. I move closer to him as I cuddle up to him, with his arms wrapped around me. 

He presses his lips against my forehead and slowly trails his kisses down my nose, to my lips. I feel myself melt softly in the kiss. 

Smooching and smacking sounds of our lips anxiously colliding together filled the entire room, creating its own harmony which caused echoes.

It's just when we are kissing, cuddling, or any other type of display of affection, I forget about the world. When we're together, it's like we're the only two people in this planet. The troubles, and rocky roads are driven in the past.

But the past is the past. I want a new beginning—with Michael.

I get such a rush when I'm kissing him, it's indescribable but I wouldn't mind doing this all day. I feel like I'm on cloud nine. My heart goes haywire, and it feels like there's electricity flowing throughout my entire body. This feeling gave me such a high.

And as for Michael—well, we all know what happens when guys get happy.

We have been in the same position—laying on our sides, obviously facing each other. But I can almost feel a he wants more. 

And with Michael, he has many roles. And right now, Horny Michael is action.

His hand goes down to grab me by the bend of my knee, pulling me closer until my left leg is wrapped around his waist. He rolls over so now he's lying on his back, causing me to roll on top of him.

He was so slick with this.

But in all honesty I don't mind because I'm not going to let him go any further. And if I have to, I'll let him know.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down to his body, causing me to moan in his mouth from the sudden movement. My legs are on either side of his waist, chest to chest, my hands buried in his hair, smashing his mouth even more into mine. Meanwhile his hands trail down my hips, to my outer thighs and gripping me there. But now my hair is hovering over his face, tickling his cheeks and ears so he reaches up to move all her my to one side, accomplishing that task without having to break the kiss. But when his hand trails back down, to my butt. My mind goes insane as I feel his touch there, waking up these sensation that have been at rest for the longest time. He rubs my bottom through my cotton leggings in a slow, circular motion before his hands have a mind of their own and grip a handful of it. This causes me to gasp in his mouth while our tongues were tangled.

He pulls his tongue away, places one last kiss on my lips and I exhale a deep breath. He trails it down to my chin, jawline, and to my neck finally.

I can't help but be a little upset that he pulled away from my lips because he kissed so damn good. And that tongue—I missed that tongue in my mouth, and in other places.

But I have to put her sexual desires to the side for a while longer. My plan was to take things slow with Michael but look at what I'm doing.

This was wrong in her mind.

Is ass grabbing and neck kissing too far? Maybe just a little bit.

"Michael," I call out barely above a whisper, still feeling his lips doing work on my  neck, "You know we're not going any further."

I look down at him causing him to break away from my neck and they're face to face now. They were so close their noses were rubbing against each other.

Still in his passionate state, "Shh," He hushes, softly, "Don't ruin the moment." He whispers, pecking at my lips so softly it drove me up the wall on the inside.

He knows he's not going to go any further. If she doesn't want to, he'll respect it, I know. But that won't stop Michael from kissing me, or being as cheeky as I would let him.

And now we're just pecking at each other's lips, as if they were teasing each other. My hands reach behind me and I grab his hands, removing them from my ass and placing them back on my waist.

"Damn." He pouts lightly, making me smile against his lips.

"You're lucky I even let you do that."

"Fine." He settles, placing a firm kiss on my lips.

"My jaw hurts." I giggle softly.

"Already?" He teases, "You're weak."

"We've been like this for like... an hour, so..." I trail, rolling off his body.

But doesn't want to let me go just yet, so he catches my rolling off, clinging onto me again. He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my chest but above my breasts, near the crook of my neck.

"Michael..." I giggle playing with his hair.

But he doesn't move, "So, you missed me?" He asks coyly.

"Why?" I smirk lightly.

"Just asking." He replies innocently.

I try not to smile, knowing this was his way on having me surrender my stubborn ways.

"I guess..." I mumble playfully. He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

"You guess?" he says his eyes widening as he presses his fingers against my sides tickling me hard. I bust out laughing as I struggle to move away.

"Michael!" I laugh. 

"Come on say it..." he laughs as he keeps a good grip on me, tickling me harder.

"Yes!" 

"Say "I missed you, Michael." he says as I laugh harder as he tickles faster.

"I missed you!" I laugh gasping for breath. "Please!" 

He laughs and stops as I grab a pillow whacking him, pouting as he giggles.

"So..." he chuckles. "Now that the "I'm sick of you" phase is over..." he says slowly. "I have something to ask you."

"Hmm?" I say looking up at him as he blushes lightly.

"Since you missed me so much....are you going on tour with me, again?" he asks shyly. 

I raise an eyebrow shyly as he starts to ramble nervously.

"I-if you want..I mean I want you to perform too...but you don't have too. Having you there with me is enough." 

I blush and starts to giggle. He's so cute when he gets nervous.

"I'll go." I whisper. As his eyes brighten. He leans down and presses his lips against mine. 

"I thought I'd have to reason with you." he whispers kissing me slowly.

"I have reasons of my own." I smile against his lips.

"What are the other reasons?"

"Because I want a new beginning,"  I pause, "with you."

He buries his face in my neck, and I can feel him smiling. "With me?"

I can feel his breath hit against my skin, and his body heat radiating on my body.

It felt so good.

"Yes Michael, with you." I giggle.

"So like a fresh start?"

"Yeah."

"What about all the good memories we had?"

"We can keep those." I smile, reminiscing about the good times we shared together before all the drama. "We can forget the bad memories." It was about time we did so, especially if I was going on the tour with him.

He pulls away from me but he looks up at her and waits for me to return the eye contact. "I'm sorry for causing all the bad memories." He apologizes softly, that cloud of guilt upon his brown eyes.

I stare at him wishing to do anything to make that dark, depressing look go away forever. But it seems as if he just can't stop blaming himself...

"It's not all your fault, baby." I say softly, running my fingers through his hair; thinking about Rachel.

"You don't have to lie."

"I'm not, though." I reply honestly. "I'm not holding no more grudges."

"No more?" He whispers.

"No more." I breathe, reaching my arm behind my back. Michael's hand was resting on the small of my back and I grab it, lacing my fingers with his. And to me, this was heaven. This was all we needed. The fact that I'm making a mutual effort instead of holding a grudge...really brought this sense of relief to my heart, and his.

His eyes sink into mine.

"I'm so in love with you," he whispers.

I part her lips as if I want to say something too, but then I close my mouth. Instead I lean in and kisses him as if telling him something in that kiss, like that's my way of replying. And a soft smooch sound escapes from our lips when I pull away.

He holds me to him tighter, burying his face back at the crook of my neck. I let go of his hand, wrapping that arm around his neck, wanting to feel all of his warmth as well, tangling my legs with his.

"I love you too." I think to myself.

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So sorry I didn't update last week! I was still updating this chapter and doing another book and reading this one.

I know I told you guys, I wouldn't work on another story until this one was completed. But for some reason this story has been bugging me till the point I'm dreaming about it and going nutty like I did with this one!

I'm not planning on publishing it, until I finish this one. I'm not sure if I ever will publish it. But it seriously has been keeping me up at night so I had no choice but let the story unfold, before I went mentally insane. 

And while I was reading this story...I seriously can't believe you guys stuck through this story. The beginning I totally sucked as a writer, and grew more. You all kept cheering me on...and the support has been so incredible I didn't think this story would touch so many of you. Not only moonwalkers, but directioners, beliebers, and more fandoms who have been commenting or inboxing me. 

I dearly thank all of you and love you all so much!

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