Michael's Point Of View ~ 

Paparazzi, the media. All around the car. Everywhere. The tinted windows protecting us from their view . . but they still try. As we sit and wait for the front gate to open for us. 

Flashes here and there. 

I have glasses on, a white cloth covering my mouth and nose. Just wanting to hide myself from them . . always wanting, wishing to just hide from them forever. I want to be far away . . as far away as I can be. Where they can't find me . . where they will never  find me. 

Find us. 

I turn my head, looking over at Allie. Her hands up, both of them covering her face. Her head down. This sight . . it hurts to see, it breaks me. 

"Allie . . are you okay? . . " I say to her softly. 

She looks over at me. Acknowledging my question. Her hands still hiding her face even though she's facing me now. The flashes of the many cameras are seen behind and around her. Her face is away from them . . in my sights, facing me. It's allowing me to see a mix of emotions within her eyes. I need to look after this girl. I have to . . craving to always protect her from this. She's just so fragile when it comes to all of this. 

All the attention. 

All the lies the media says about me, about us. 

I see it in her face everyday. It really pains her . . I know it does. 

Headlines about my image . . my constant skin disease that causes my skin to lighten over time, but they choose to ignore that. I have vitiligo . . I can't control it. Allie doesn't understand why they don't believe me when I tell them. Why the media spreads lie after lie . . when they say I don't wanna be who I am. It hurts me. Not to mention what they say about our relationship. 

That really hurts Allie . . and therefore, hurts me. 

My poor girl. 

I know the attention gets to her, brings her down. Allie always tells me that she's fine . . that she'll get used to it eventually . . but I can see at times she's not. She's tries . . so hard. But to me, she looks overwhelmed with the amount of attention I get and therefore she gets. She's trying, I know she is . . trying her best not to show what she really thinks about it all. How she really feels. 

"Allie, it's okay . . come here . . " 

I say as gently as possible to her. 

She scoots over to me, now sitting right next to me. My arm drapes lovingly over her. Allie is so close to my body, protecting her . . shielding her away. But wanting more . . to have the ability to make her invisible. For them not to see her. 

Only me. 

The media can judge and ridicule me as much as they want to. But not my precious girl. 

Leave her alone. 

The muffled voices of many, bright camera flashes that match those multiple voices heard. Plus more I believe. Allie's face in my chest . . both my arms wrapped around her. Completely hiding her away. I love this . . just keeping her near me and keeping her as safe as I can. 

The car begins to slowly inch forward.

Thank goodness! 

We drive slowly up the long driveway before us. Our new family home in my sights. I'm looking up, all around and out of the window. Allie's face still buried in my chest. I look back . . our security keeping the media back until the front gate that we just came through closes. I let out a quiet sigh of relief as I see this. 

" . . they are gone now, Allie . . " I say gently. 

She responds with an almost mute 'okay' . . 

Her face out of my chest, my arms lay beside me but Allie remains close to me. She looks at me . . saying nothing, only a slight smile on the corner of her lips. Her head suddenly falling onto my shoulder slowly. My arm immediately wrapping around her as she does so. I kiss her forehead gently, my other hand holding hers as it sits in my lap. The remainder of the car trip up the driveway is quiet. The front of the house suddenly is seen . . the car coming to a complete stop. 

"We have arrived, Mr Jackson . . " 

I hear Arnold say through the intercom. Allie sits up, giving me another slight smile. After all of that just then . . with the many blinding flashes and voices of the media, Allie still needs to meet my family. She's been so nervous. 

The passenger door opens . . I wait for Allie, but she remains silent. 

"You ready, Allie? . . " I ask her softly. 

She looks at me. Her response is delayed . . but then, she looks at me. 

"I am . . " She says, smiling. 

I take her hand. Getting out of the car, Arnold holding the passenger door open for us both. 

"Mr Jackson . . Ms Thomas . . " Arnold says, tipping his hat. 

I see Allie look down towards the gate. The distant view of the media as they still photograph us . . behind the gate that now keeps them away. Still holding Allie's hand, we walk towards the front door. 

Before we even knock . . 

The front door flies open . . mother is standing before us suddenly. 

Her face lighting up when she sees us. She moves aside immediately, ushering us into the house. We walk inside so that the front door is closed and we can have privacy. Mother's hands on either side of my face . . placing a kiss on each cheek softly. 

"Hello mother . . " I say, giggling a little. 

"Oh Michael, it's always so good to see you . . " 

Mother responds. Smiling from ear to ear. Now she's looking at Allie. I feel Allie squeeze my hand as she's still holding it. She smiles . . a nervous laugh, she's so nervous. My poor girl. But I told her . . all my family will love her. 

"You must be Allie . . " Mother says, smiling. 

"I am. It's so nice to finally meet you, Mrs Jackson . . " Allie says, her voice shaking. 

"Oh none of that, my dear girl. Please call me Katherine . . " 

Mothers voice is kind. Making Allie feel as comfortable as possible . . giving her a hug. Allie looks at me, her face says it all. She feel comfortable . . accepted and that's exactly what I wanted. 

"Come on Allie, this way dear . . " 

Mother says softly, taking Allie's hand gently. Mother and Allie waling ahead of me now, I walk behind smiling as I see them together. We walk into the large family room. Everyone is here. First person I see though is . . my little sister, Janet of course. Giving me the biggest hug, but what's new? 

"Michael!! . . " She says giggling.

I giggle as well. "  . . hi Janet . . " I say, giving her a kiss on her cheek. 

I turn around. Mother is still standing by Allie, holding her hand. Mother is smiling, she is so excited. She has been so excited to finally meet the famous Allie after all my countless stories I have told about her. Mother just knows how much I love Allie . . that's all that matters, that's all I need to know. I'm so happy because of Allie. And that's all mother wants for me. So she's so happy for me. I take Allie by the hand, gently pulling her forward. Her steps cautious but she makes her way towards me, standing just in front of me. I place my hands on her shoulders . . 

"Everyone . . this is Allie Thomas . . " I say, smiling so wide. 

The room explode with excitement all of a sudden. My brothers all stand up to greet her. Jermaine, Jackie, Marlon, Tito and Randy. Mother hugs me again . . before hugging Allie so much love. Janet standing before Allie, throwing her arms around her. 

This is exactly what I wanted. I am so happy. 

Allie's Point Of View ~

My foot tapping underneath the table. An inability to keep it still . . if I could, pacing back and forth around the house as my nervous completely take over me. Rushes of adrenaline running up and down my body, in my stomach. My brain telling me not to do anything to embarrass myself . . don't do anything stupid, don't say anything stupid. Don't you dare. 

Just don't talk. 

Then, quietly tapping my finger on the dining table that I sit at. I feel something causing me to look down . . 

I see Michael's large hand resting gently upon my thigh, causing my foot tapping to stop as his touch calms me immediately. He leans in closer to me . . whispering in my ear. 

"You okay, baby? . . " He asks. 

I don't say anything back, just nod is enough I feel. 

"Just relax . . my sexy girl . . " 

He whispers again in my ear. His voice sounding husky as he finished that small sentence. It startles me, the husk in his voice but with a small smirk on my lips, making me look at Michael. Right in the eyes. His stare is intense, lips now wet as he licks them. I feel that hand move slowly up my thigh. His fingers, grazing my skin gently  as he does so. The feeling of his touch sending tingles up my spine. His hand all over both my thighs now . . gentle squeezes on both. 

His fingers on my panties now. I feel them snake around the black lace . . 

I clear my throat. 

His wondering fingers near my heat but just as quickly as they got there . . he moves them away. My breathing increasing . . but quietly. He brushes his fingers all over my skin down there, all over my thighs . . my legs spreading further and further away from each other. Opening wide for Michael to have his way. Ugh, my pussy is aching for him. Each of my thighs gently touched by his fingers . . my left thigh, right thigh, left then back to my right thigh. His fingers hovering on my right thigh, replaced by his big hand . . palm resting there. It sits there for a few seconds but feeling like hours. Before his fingertips slowly . . painfully making their way back towards my now throbbing pussy. Rubbing my shaved heat . . up and down with a single finger. 

He's done teasing now. 

Suddenly, that one finger plunging inside my pussy. I gasp softly, looking at Michael. I try my best not to make it obvious. The sound of cutlery knocking and scrapping against pearl white fine china along with conversation amongst Michael's siblings and parents . . 

I am hoping no one noticed. 

I clear my throat, looking around. Everyone is still talking amongst themselves. Completely unaware to what Michael is doing. 

My heart increases . . 

Oh fuck! 

His finger very slowly pleasing me. I close my eyes, silently moaning from Michael's cheeky actions. I squirm in my chair slightly . . the speed of his finger begins to increase more and more. Another finger plunging into me suddenly . . no warning, out of nowhere. Both fingers pumping me quickly. I grab onto Michael's arm as he does so. 

Oh my god! 

Michael. Fuck! 

He is turning me on so fucking badly right now. I want all of him . . but I can't. I picture in my mind . . it's Michael and I. We are both on our bed back in our hotel room and he's fucking me so damn well. 

I open my eyes, vision dizzy. He leans in close to me. Whispering in my ear. 

"Don't cum, Allie . . " 

Michael's fingers going even faster now . . 

I bite my fork between my teeth, trying to contain my moans that I so wish I could let escape. I close my eyes once again. My breathing is heavy, sharp breathes . . but quiet. My hand squeezing his arm as he's going as fast as he can while still keeping what he's doing a secret. 

Ah fuck. 

I'm going to cum, I can't hold it. 

"Allie have you heard Michael's new song, dear . . " Katherine suddenly asks me. 

Michael stops, pulling his fingers out of me but remaining under the table. That hand now resting upon my thigh. What did Kathrine just ask me? . . 

Fuck! I need to come down from my almost release. 

I must look like a complete mess right now. I clear my throat once again, trying to get myself back together again. I lift my bum up from my seat slightly, adjusting my panties. My hands smoothing down my dress. 

"Sorry Katherine, could you say that again . . " I ask her, a nervous giggle releases from my lips. 

"Michael's new song . . he wrote it about you . . " Katherine tells me, smiling so wide. 

I look at Michael as he still sits beside me, to my right. 

Michael wrote a song about me? I wonder if it was the song he was singing yesterday. 

to be continued.