Ariana's Point Of View ~

'Into You' Set | Los Angeles, California

I can't stop smiling. I am so happy.

He's back. Michael is back home.

Those weeks were . . fine, but very hard. But I stayed as busy as I possibly could. However, the reality of keeping Michael out of my mind was not to be. Popping himself in at every second of every day that passed. I went to visit him, yes, but only seeing him for a mere few hours that felt like the fast forward button was pressed down the entire time. But he's home now . . and I'm over the moon.

I tried my best to stay awake, as I waited for him to walk through the front door. The plan was to hear the click of the door, causing me to leap up and be standing right there even before he got inside. But unfortunately my body had other plans for me as I fell asleep while I waited for those dreaded hours to tick by - I succumbed. Closing my eyes and beginning to dream. And at one point, I thought I was. And in this particular dream, I was being carried, even felt as though I was floating as this mystery person handled me with such care. What made this person known, was their scent. It was a mix of smells but all of them having the power to completely pull you in.

Intoxicating.

I knew it was him.

At one point I remember asking who and indeed I was right . . it was Michael. The feeling I felt in my heart as it was confirmed. It danced and sang all over inside me. My body then felt something soft underneath it, and it was this that made my eyes open and as soon as I saw him, I had to hold his hand in mine. But I didn't stop there as that was nowhere near enough.

I wanted to touch him . . just a little more.

So I brought him closer and closer to me until he was eventually on top of me. The mix of softness and fire in his eyes made that sparkle that he always has all the more inviting. The feeling I got when I saw his body finally naked as it lay over mine. The feeling I felt when his big hands were on my skin, his lips on mine, his dick inside me, re-claiming it's place as it stretched and tickled me.

I walk out of hair and make-up still with such thoughts replaying over and over again and my body reacting even though nothing like that is happening anymore.

It's Michael.

He just has that way of casting such spells. The warm sun shines down and I won't lie, it's quite hot. Yet another day of filming a music video . . but today is different.

Michael is joining me.

I look around, but don't see him just yet. He must still be in hair and make-up himself. I stumble onto set wearing a black bralet, denim shorts, black ankle heels and a jacket that by no coincidence shares the very same fabric as my shorts. As I walk, the sound of the sand flattening underneath my heels engulfs my ear drums as the, for now, gentle gust of wind blows my hair this way and that. My eyes can't help but take in this location, soaking up all its glory.

I love it and I couldn't be happier.

The location, it's a popular yet isolated stretch of nothing but desert as far as the eye can see. But it holds such beauty.

Such peace.

I stand still now, seeing sand particles lift up from off the ground to take flight into the air as the wind has suddenly picked up. My mind wondering off . . but not for long. As I feel arms wrap around my waist by persons unknown. However, I'm not alarmed as my mind immediately does indeed know. A smile spreads on my face as I look down, with only the slightest turn of my head to allow myself to see over my shoulder. The tickle of his black curls makes me giggle while the smell of his cologne gives me butterflies.

"Hey my girl . . " He says softly into my ear.

His finger moves aside my denim jacket so his lips can peck my shoulder. I turn around to face him. I see as his eyes light up before a long finger of his runs down my cheek softly.

"Your hair . . "

He says with a smirk. I shrug. "I wanted it down this time around. Too many people are used to seeing it up in that ponytail. It's famous apparently . . "

"So, this is me changing it up . . "

Michael leans in, kissing me.

"Well you look gorgeous, my girl . . "

I don't understand why Michael says things like that, when I look at him and think the same - a gorgeous man. But he never believes me. A deadly pairing of comments from his father at childhood, and the media, that has done this damage.

But I'm here to change that. For as long as I'm with Michael . . I'm here to change that.

A favourite past time that actually isn't too much in the past, but is still very much in the present, is giving the finger to the media. I have a subtle side . . doing that by instead showing this in my music more so than in person. They print story's that are just lies. It does hurt me, but it hurts Michael more. And they should be ashamed as more often than not, they purposely want to tear down a particular man's light slowly . . but I pray never surely.

Printing storylines about our relationship - our sex life. Or as they say 'the lack there of'. They have no fucking idea. It's laughable when it comes to that topic in particular as I know that Michael loves me so damn good . . and hard at times too.

I bite my lip.

"What are thinking about, my girl? . . "

Michael asks sweetly.

"Are you ready to get this day started? . . "

I ask him with a whispered husk sound in my voice. He nods, biting his lip too. I stand on my tippy toes as these heels still don't give that feeling of complete height that I need compared to Michael. A hand of mine resting on Michael's cheek.

"Let's do this . . "

"Let's shove our relationship back in the media's face - exposing their lies and reminding them that we are still together and are still madly in love with each other, baby . . "

I whisper with my lips hovering over his.

We both walk over to set, hand in hand. My music video director immediately shaking Michael's hand, expressing how much of an honour it is to be working with the one and only King Of Pop himself. Michael always polite, responding with a smile but tells others it's the honour to meet them instead.

We start off with me only, before Michael will join me later on. I stand alone with a backdrop that is too die for. I knew this location was going to be outta this world for the music video. The wind picking up indefinitely, causing the hair department to dash towards me. Fixing my hair with what feels like rushed hands. I can't help but to giggle, seeing Michael doing the same behind the cameras that face me. He sneaks in a wink just as the director calls for action.

"Quite on set, please . . "

"Ready Ariana. And playback! . . "

My eyes on the camera. I am ready.

"I'm so into you . . "

"I can barely breathe . . "

"And all I wanna do . . "

"Is to fall in deep . . "

"But close ain't close enough . . "

"Til we cross the line, hey, yeah . . "

"So name a game to play . . "

And I'll roll the dice, hey . . "

I look at Michael. Singing with a slight smile.

"Oh, baby, look what you started . . "

"The temperatures rising in here . . "

"Is this gonna happen? . . "

"Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move . . "

He smirks back at me.

"Before I make a move . . "

"So, baby, come light me up . . "

"And maybe I'll let you on it . . "

"A little bit dangerous . . "

"But, baby, that's how I want it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you . . "

"Got everyone watchin' us . . "

"So, baby, let's keep a secret . . "

"A little bit scandalous . . "

"But, baby, don't let them see it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you . . "

"Ooh, yeah . . "

I don't know what is it when being outside. Whether it's the wind, the freshness of the air, the visual sights of nature and not to mention, the psychological benefits that it can bring someone when stepping out. Perhaps it's a mixture of all of those things. But whatever the reason, the absence of walls can bring out the notion of feeling incredible freedom. But then I think deeper than that. For me, it's the absence of chanting, chatter and constant fussing that many people in my life are guilty of.

Both personal and professional.

Fans, and of course foe.

A inaudible thumbs up is seen suddenly from behind the camera. It's the only acceptable cue the director can give me as verbal interruptions up to this point would be horrific.

"This could take some time, hey . . "

"I made too many mistakes . . "

"Better get this right, right, baby . . "

"Oh, baby, look what you started . . "

"The temperatures rising in here . . "

"Is this gonna happen? . . "

"Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move . . "

"Before I make a move . . "

"So, baby, come light me up . . "

"And maybe I'll let you on it . . "

"A little bit dangerous . . "

"But, baby, that's how I want it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you . . "

"Got everyone watchin' us . . "

"So baby, let's keep a secret . . "

"A little bit scandalous . . "

"But, baby, don't let them see it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

"Cause I'm so into you . . "

"Tell me what you came here for . . "

"Cause I can't, I can't wait . .

no more . . "

"I'm on the edge with no control . . "

"And I need, I need you to know . . "

"You to know, oh yeah . . "

"So, baby, come light me up . . "

"And maybe I'll let you on it . . "

"A little bit dangerous . . "

"But, baby, that's how I want it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you . . "

"Got everyone watchin' us . . "

"So, baby, let's keep it secret . . "

"A little bit scandalous . . "

"But, baby, don't let them see it . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you . . "

"(So come light me up)"
"So come light me up, my baaabeeeee . . "

"(Little dangerous)"
"A little dangerous, my boy . . "

"A little less conversation and a little more touch my body . . "

"(Cause I'm so into you)"
"Cause I'm so into you . . "

As soon as the director calls out that single word, Michael immediately rushes over to me. Taking me in his arms. Placing his lips gently onto mine after his eyes meet mine. And if they could talk, they would reveal incredible levels of affection. The kiss lasting for a few moments, allowing me to forget what we are doing, where we are and why. The feeling of his large hands on me makes me softly moan, especially at times such as now when I'm showcasing more skin than garments.

It's only when the director appears before us for me to snap out of it. "Ariana. That was fantastic! . . "

His enthusiasm and satisfaction with me simply standing and singing alone in the dessert has me feeling a sense of great accomplishment. That's how I wanted it anyway.

The mention of a break sounds lovely. And not to mention, breaking in the company of Michael - heavenly. Hand in hand we retreat back to Michael's trailer. Giggling quite loudly at our childlike actions of plunking carelessly onto the couch.

My body falls close to his. "I hope you've been brushing up on your acting, baby. No singing or dancing this time - just loving me . . ". I tell him.

He looks at me. "I won't be acting . . "

I chuckle from his words. Not helping myself but to peck his lips. "Loving you, that just comes naturally, my girl . . ". He says causally.

I bite my lip. Adjusting myself from this casual position to a much more intimate one. Straddling his lap. My hands craving to touch him, so I let them. Placing themselves onto the flesh of his chest and stomach. I touch him with slow, seductive moments of my fingers all while looking right in his eyes. I whisper with my lips hovering over his.

"A little less conversation and a . .

little more touch-" . .

I don't even finish my sentence, my lyric sentence that is, before I kiss him once again. I moan against his lips as I feel his large hands move seductively here and there upon my exposed thighs.

His hands.

Holy shit!

His hands move from my thighs, making their way to the black belt around my waist. He unbuckles it smoothly and drops it onto the floor. Next is the zipper to my demin shorts. His long fingers slowly pull the zipper down. Our eyes never leave mine throughout this. His leisurely movements is done purely on purpose as he can clearly sense my desperation to have all of him.

I bite my lip.

The anticipation fucking killing me. I slightly throw my head back which makes Michael giggle before he too bites his lip. A whisper in his voice and a deep groan within my throat is let out. "I know, my girl, I just like to tease you sometimes . . "

I shake my head, giggling myself. "Such a tease, Michael. But I still love you so fucking much . . ".

I lean forward, wanting to just kiss him again. My lips are just about to touch his before there's a knock on the trailer door. My desperation has just been replaced with irritation as the timing of this interruption couldn't be more worse. I sigh, leaving Michael's lap.

I open the trailer door, seeing Jesse.

"Yes, Jesse? . . ". I ask sweetly.

"I apologise for the interruption, Ms Grande. But the director asked for me to retrieve you to discuss, and I quote, the 'evening portion of the video' . . "

I pause for a second. My mind then coming to terms with the fact that I completely overlooked that discussion with the director that was in fact scheduled in. I suppose Michael was the reason for my memory loss. I inform Michael, telling him I'll return in due time.

He understands, having done so himself with his own work.

Thankfully the discussion doesn't take long at all. Consisting of numerous quick scenes with both Michael and I cutely in a hotel room - smiling, laughing, joking around . . kissing too. That reminds me, my desperation flooding right back to me as I recall that's exactly what Michael and I were in the middle of before the unfortunate interruption.

My hand finally attached to the handle of Michael's trailer door.

"Sorry about that baby. Now, where were we? . . "

I ask quite seductively. My eyes land on Michael as they find him no longer on the couch where I left him, instead he occupies at the small yet charming trailer sized kitchen. My sudden appearance seems to have startled him - swiftly disposing of some kind of white bottle that he was just holding in his hand, into any available kitchen drawer.

Like a deer in headlights, he looks back at me.

"What were you just holding, Michael? . . "

to be continued.

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