Michael's Point Of View ~

Los Angeles, California

Another day, another dealing with the paparazzi.

Today, Ariana and I are on our way to an interview. A very quick one at that to then stop at my parents place for their anniversary celebration. We battle to make our way the few steps left until we are safe inside the building. Arthur, Jesse and more members of our security combined do their absolute best, keeping them all at a decent distant away from us.

"Back up, sir. Give them room! . . "

"Move back! Sir, move back! . . "

Both Arthur and Jesse shout at them. There is no time for niceties as it's no secret that the paparazzi get more desperate, even more panicked within themselves when it's known that an escape route is soon to be reached - this being, the buildings entrance.

Despite the chaos, Ariana and I make it into the building with pure relief. The interview room only a few short steps away - questions will be asked about each of our albums . . that's what they say anyways. Just because it's said, doesn't mean it's an automatic guarantee. I have my guard up, of course when it comes to interviews. Hmm and they wonder why I don't do very many of them. Ariana and I both look at each other - a look that we both know what it means without the use of any words.

We're ready. Let's do this together.

Greeted by the interviewer.

We have a seat side by side, mic'd up and then the cameras are switched on.

"Hello Michael and Ariana. Welcome and thank you for coming out to speak with me today . . "

"My name is Renee . . "

She says with a big smile.

"Thank you for having us . . "

Ariana tells her sweetly. I look to the left of me, to look at Ariana and . . I can't get enough of her.

She is so beautiful.

She is so sexy.

The interview commences with questions about our music . . our albums. I'm left surprised and makes me happy, very happy. Because of this - I feel at ease. I begin to feel quite relaxed with my guard not up as much anymore and with my mind just focusing on what is to come next. Everyone will be there - all my brothers and sisters. I feel like I haven't seen any of them in so long as I have been as busy as I was with finishing my album.

So, I'm left excited.

I lean back in my seat, as discreetly as possible. Renee seems lovely. And having Ariana with me . . well, that's just a blessing in itself. We sit patiently as we wait for yet more questions to be thrown our way as Renee glances down at the papers she holds in her hands, on her lap. It's coming within a matter of seconds.

"Some people or maybe even the world say you two together are the most famous and the most loved couple in the world . .

" . . how does that title make you both feel? . . "

Renee asks us with that continued smile. I look at Ariana after the asking of that question. I really didn't know that some people truly thought that about us - let alone the world perhaps. Ariana giggles and so do I. It's just a statement that neither of us were ever expecting to hear.

"Umm . . " Ariana cutely responds, she's left speechless.

"Well. That makes us very happy. Umm and honestly takes us by surprise . . "

I tell Renee with a chuckle. I just can't believe that. Wow. But that can be both a blessing and a curse. "I love my fans. Michael does too, of course. And we are just very grateful . . ". Ariana says sweetly as she calmly shrugs her shoulders in a way that just screams 'that's all there is to it'.Renee looks down once again. She informs us this will be the last question, thank goodness because my heart is elsewhere.

"What was it like for you two to release albums at the same time? And was there any sort of jealously from either of you about the other at all? . . "

I immediately shake my head as I can't help but to let out a loud chuckle. Jealously she says . . of course not. But it's that word that does comes up quite often unfortunately but one that never crosses my mind. It's such a so strong word. So negative. So toxic even. Ugh. I hate it. But the media continues to use it and therefore . . I continue to shut it down.

"Of course not. Whatever Ariana works on, whatever she releases - I am always so proud of her just like she is with me. It's never that way between us . . "

I tell Renee.

The interview wraps up. It was pleasant but still pleased it's over. The car waiting, paparazzi as well but we hop in with much more of a carefree kinda attitude this time around as there are only a few flashes of the camera from our quick movements. My arm drapes around Ariana's shoulder as she leans her head onto mine. It's a sigh of relief that is heard from both of us as the idea of having some time to relax before we must leave the cover of our tinted car windows again. Ariana's excited too. She loves all my siblings - especially Janet. Telling me that when she see's Janet . . she see's me.

"Thank god that's over . . "

I say softly. It makes Ariana look up at me, nodding her head in agreement. Her body relaxes even more as she nuzzles further into me. I smell her hair . . her skin always so soft. My arm that is wrapped around her shoulder has come down now to secretly sit beside me and for my finger to press the button that lifts the cars privacy compartment.

Arthur and Jesse now off duty as their assistance will no longer be required.

It's just Ariana and I.

My eyes look down at Ariana to see her looking out the car window as she appears to be in her own world. A smirk spreads on my face - perfect. These fingers of mine creep up to hover just over the exposed flesh of her knee. The material of her dress sits loosely on her thighs as such a simple sight makes me weak. My hand now sits gently on her skin. She thinks nothing of it, completely unaware of my true intentions as all she gives me is a soft smile before her gaze snaps back to stare through the window . . and away from me.

But I don't move my hand up right away, I just wait. I take this time to look through the window myself . . I love how everything just seems to pass by and so quickly too. The passing of trees, of buildings and people that I have never met before. But they know me. These people - I often wonder how their day goes, how it's planned out. Do they plan it out themselves?

A silent scoff as I think of course they do . . they aren't me.

They have complete authority and control over their own lives. I love that. They had childhoods, celebrated birthdays and just had a normal upbringing . . they have something called freedom. But I have to shake that feeling off.

My mind returning to what my heart desires.

Slowly, I move my hand up her thigh. My eyes on her as I do so. It seems to be this feeling that causes Ariana to look down at my actions . . then, to look over her shoulder at me. She doesn't stop me. Instead, I see the smallest of smirks spread on the corner of his lips as her entire self just falls against me, almost moulding herself into me. I hear as her breathing increases each second my hand gets closer and closer and as I do so - her legs get further and further apart. I believe it's the thought of it all, the dreaded waiting in anticipation that causes her to become this way and so suddenly. My fingers move her lace panties aside. She releases a soft moan in frustration. I can't help but to smirk from this. I love it. That it's me - my touch that makes her react in such a way.

"Please just do it, Michael . . " She whispers.

My lips at her ear now. "If you say so . . "

I softly speak to her before I obey. Two of my fingers enter her wet heat. Ugh! How I wish I could lay her down right at this very second and make love to her. But I can't, for we aren't yet heading home . . well, we won't be home for hours as this anniversary celebration hasn't even commenced yet. But I suddenly have the temptation to tell my driver to turn this car around and that thought hits me so hard. But I can't. I can't do that. I have to see my family because I simply haven't been able to. 

So I shouldn't even be thinking that way. Get it together, Jackson!

It kills me but I hold off from pressing that button that instantly connects me to speaking with the person that has control of this vehicle. Ariana's liking reaction snaps my focus back to her. Her hands falls upon my thigh, her head falling even more against me as I tickle her pussy lips, listening to her wetness.

"Almost here, baby? . . "

I ask huskily into her ear once more. She doesn't speak, only giving me a nod. She's almost there. So close . . she's so close.

"Mr Jackson. We have arrived, sir . . "

The voice of my driver is heard throughout suddenly, causing me to cease my actions swiftly. I look out the window to see my parents Los Angeles home before us and mother standing at the opened front door with nothing but a smile on her face as she knows Ariana and I have now arrived to join in the celebration. Oops! How long have we been here?

Thank goodness we have these windows tinted. 

So no one can see what we got up to through the window.

to be continued.