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“I know it feels that way but I will fix this. You’re feeling all the pressure right now, angel.” His fingers brushing the bang framing her face, the palm of her hand touching his wrist. “It’s all this energy around us, we just have to learn how to transmute it.” Kaliyah pats the foundation creasing at her smile lines, a small laugh coming from his lips. He wants to help but she’ll only scold him, believing he’s ruining her makeup. “You look so beautiful, no need to fix anything if I had it my way.” The playful look in his eyes deepening with each second he fixes on his wife.

“Nigga, shut up, you’re making me blush.” Her laugh made him grin, Kaliyah’s hands gliding around his neck and the side of her face smushing up to his. “You’re so sweet, thank you. I love you.” Michael’s head switches to her, nails scratching mildly on the back of his neck.

“Why didn’t you let me say it first? Kaliyah, come on.” She kisses his lips several times, each peck as tender as the next. Her fingers moving to rest on his jawline. She made a movement to pull away, his arm pushing her back into place. “I love you so much.” The final kiss—long, a ribbon of fervor sneaking into her mouth for a second. Kaliyah drawing back, her body releasing a heat that can only be found under the blazing sun. A pressure between her thighs that can only be cured at home, her hands on his face holding back his arduous state and her lips keeping up with his.

“Michael, the assistant’s.” Her voice not sure of itself but his mouth pulling away nonetheless, the skin of their bottom lips sticking together for a moment.

“Right.” He turns his body to them once more, the expressions on their face causing a snicker to escape from his mouth. “Let’s find her glasses…please and thank you.”

“Mr. Jackson, there ready to go—

“I don’t care, the company can wait. She has to be comfortable, the cameras go crazy when they see her.” Kaliyah’s eyes going back and forth between the heated exchange of words. Her heart beating on her temples as she intertwines her fingers with his, Kaliyah’s other hand pressing down the thick fabric of her embellished gown. The corset had been nipping at her waist from the time she put it on, her breast lifted to the sky. The sequin’s glare casting on the roof of the limousine, she could feel the adrenaline increasing in her body. The assistant pressing his finger to his ear—attempting to hear the irritated voices of the coordinators. His face turning red and eyes widened slightly at Michael, her eyes narrowing on the young man. “What are they saying?”

“They’re calling her a brat, Mr. Jackson.”

“They called her a what?!” His body leaning forward as Kaliyah exhales, she rolls her eyes then lays a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Fuck it, we’re going home.” A few gasps slipped throughout the cabinet, she was familiar with her husband’s rare cursing.

“Baby, it’s alright. I’ll just go out without them.”

“No, we’ll go home and I’ll make a statement. I want you to be satisfied, Kaliyah.” Her hands finding his face again, his stare signaling to her he was beyond angry. “I don’t like when they push your feelings to the side, you’re not a damn brat you just get overstimulated. They can push my feelings to the side but not yours.”

“I know, baby, I know. But the fans wanna see us, they’ve been waiting for hours. It’s the only good thing here tonight, forget them. It’s alright. I promise.” Her voice embracing his, Michael’s eyes glancing out the window. Kaliyah’s manicured nails run down the sleeves of his white blazer, she twirls the ring around his finger. His gaze aiming at her, a close-lipped smile on her lips. “Come on.” He noticed she wasn’t happy, maybe even a little hurt by what they said. It infuriated him, it hadn’t been the only time a group of coordinators found it hard to work with Mrs. Jackson. She was quite the contrary, simple and thankful every single time.

“We do love them…we’ll go but I want you to know I see you. I will be making that statement.” That only meant that the company would be catching serious heat in the next coming days. Michael’s team getting out first causing the crowd to shift wildly, a group of security standing by for the two to exit. He came out first, the flashes bombarding Michael. A light so bright you could see it from moons away, a forced smile on his face, he waved. Shrieks hurled his way repeatedly, his hand reaching for Kaliyah. Her fingers grasp onto his, the ring on her finger refracting in seconds. The flashes doubling as she stepped her heel on the concrete, lifting herself up, a look on her face that no longer resembled the situation in the limo. A confidence that appeared stronger when the door opened. The screams popping at her ears, Kaliyah clings to Michael’s side, her assistant grabbing at the ends of the gown as they gracefully move through the crowd hand in hand. A grin on her lips, she blows kisses toward their supporters.

It took Kaliyah a while to get comfortable with her husband, her brain being rewired over the past years when it came to the fact that she’s in an everlasting union with Michael Jackson. It took them a while to consummate their marriage, her nerves all over the place whenever he touched her. Being around him and chatting was never the problem, it was the intimacy of it all. The chemistry was intense, it was too much. After Wembly, the dates he took her on were countless—his little way of showing his dedication and easing her into him. The enveloped invitations stopping her in her tracks every time she’d step out to paint the world again. Kaliyah didn’t believe she could overcome those jolts of excitement until he showed her she could, a cold October night was all it took. Kaliyah and Michael walking down the sidewalk, leaves rustling past them and people leaning onto the showcasing windows of shops talking amongst themselves. “There’s so many Michael Jackson’s out here tonight, they won’t even suspect you.” Michael dressed down in his Smooth Criminal outfit, shades around his eyes and Bill trickling behind in a disguise of his own.

Extra security was on standby down the street, a car running and willing to pull up to whatever building they race out of. A couple cosplayers walking by, Kaliyah sharing a look with Bill. Her lips pursing as if telling him ‘told you so’. He shakes his head then looks away briefly, she turns to Michael, her eyes looking at his tense shoulders. “You really take a risk doing this for us, huh?” He looks down chuckling, his gaze switching to focus on hers.

“It’s nothing, Kaliyah.”

“It’s honorable.” The neon glare of the passing sign paints a shade of red over his face, Michael licking his lips as his fingers tug the fabric of her long-sleeved shirt. A smile creeping onto her lips, they didn’t realize they came to the front of a night club. The doors swung wide open, the hot air inside casting a warm blanket on the two, their heads facing the bouncer sitting down. People in costumes walking out, some entering with a pep in their steps, Rock Steady being performed by a live band and singer. The beat cascades into the atmosphere, a strip of notes swirling around Kaliyah’s body. “This is my song!” She pulls him inside, a smile coming onto his face at her explosive excitement. Bill following behind, the two of them pushing through the costume-filled crowd with their movements attacking the bass. Michael grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her in, Kaliyah gasps out of surprise.

“Rock steady, rock steady, baby.”

“Let’s call this song exactly what it is.”

“What it is, what it is, what it is.”

“It’s a funky and low down feeling.”

“Follow me.” He draws her into him—hands guiding her hips and Kaliyah’s movement coming into harmony with his. They dip left and right with the tune as the singer’s long belts ring in their ears. Michael taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side as the heat from the room begins to engulf him. His hand grabbing hers to twirl her body around swiftly, a smile spreads on her lips. Kaliyah’s back resting on his chest as they rock once more. “You ready?” His voice hitting her ear softly, not being able to form her words she nods hesitantly, his grin grazing her cheek. “Trust me, angel.”

“Michael, I do trust you. I’m nervous, you’re the greatest entertainer of all time.”

“I’ll guide you.”

“You better.” The trumpets going off in the mix, the low lights making the dance floor look like a jazz bar. The drums dropping to the ground and Michael waltzing Kaliyah across the floor, one hand on her hip and the other holding her arm out. He moved instinctively but his arms conducted her around effortlessly. Her body beginning to unwind to the jumping beat—he swoops her down her hair reaching towards the floor. Michael lifts her back up hastily not giving her the time to catch her breath—he shuffles them across the floor once more. Her hips rocking freely and Kaliyah’s arms snaking up his chest then wrapping around his neck, the cheering individuals around them seeming to vanish one by one. It was difficult to hold himself back, he wanted to fully engulf her in his craft. A piano drowning over the beat gradually, the lights lowering over their clothing. “You did amazing.”

“Barely, you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, you kept up. A lot of people have found it hard to follow, stop downplaying yourself.” Kaliyah not realizing how close in proximity they’ve become, a horde of royal blue lighting coating them. The nerves creeping into her feet, tangling between the spaces of her ribs, they reach to her chest finally. Michael watched her eyes go empty behind his shades, the greatest entertainer in the world giving her a compliment. “I really don’t want to freak you out…I think the world of you.” He makes a movement to lower his shades, Kaliyah gasps subtly then grabs his wrist.

“Don’t do that, Mike, I’m already on cloud nine.”

“Ain’t no way, for me to love you. If you won’t let me.” The woman behind the microphone singing softly, her eyes peered toward the crowd and the curled beehive on her head under the spotlights. Michael’s hands guiding her arms around his neck and his head lowering to her face. “Michael, please.” Her words soft, fingers brushing lightly on his blue undershirt. The tears swollen at her lids, eyes clear as she watches him carefully. Her hand moving to his chest, his fingers taking her wrist and bringing it close to his lips. A kiss being planted on her skin, Kaliyah’s lips slightly part, she could’ve felt the tingles miles away. “Oh my goodness.”

“It’s okay, give in to me.” His tone quiet and soothing to her ears. Moving closer, he brings her hand back to his neck, his body swaying them elegantly with the music. It was unhealed trauma and he knew it, he just didn’t bring it up. Kaliyah’s chin falling on top his shoulder willingly, needy. Her body swinging with his, mind shutting off as she let him control her actions. His face nuzzling into her neck, the pads of her fingers pulling softy on the ends of his hair. The couples moving around them at the same pace, each with a different story and timeline. Her limbs feeling drowsy with fervent, the more time she spent with him the further she succumbed to his consistent ardency. Their faces meeting together and his lips sweeping across Kaliyah’s. Hands squirming against the back of his neck, her breathing picks up slowly. Bodies close as they could be and hands holding one another tight. “Ooo, baby.” Teeth biting his bottom lip, corners of his mouth lifting at his teasing. His movements tickle her nose, a smile breaking across her cheeks as she begins to laugh, he beams cheekily.

“And if you need me, like you say, say you do!” The woman’s voice increasing gradually, her head turning away from the mic as her swelling notes reach the ceiling. “Oh then, baby, baby, baby…don’t you know that I need you?!” Kaliyah pushing forward, her lips falling onto his shamelessly and his head angling with hers. Eyebrows creased and thoughts roaming rampant, Michael grips her waist unintentionally and her desire communicates with his. She pulls away—his lips catching hers once more, head turned just right and the kiss smooth like waves. A moan slides into his mouth and Kaliyah’s hands pull him in by his undershirt, bodies molded together with a ball of passion growing between them. And when they went out to eat, she was nearer than ever. Shoulders rubbing as they sat, fingers interlaced in the booth. The sign reflecting off the glass and her index finger tracing the rim of his sunglasses. Bill on the other side looking adamantly at his surroundings while the both of them, two scoops of ice cream melting into each other.

Even then, the desire to hold each other gnawed at their fingers. Michael falling foolishly and irrevocably in love with her, he realized in a span of a few seconds. The waitress sitting two milkshakes down on the table, his eyes staying glued to the side of Kaliyah’s face as her fingers reach for her straw. “Allow me.” He grabs the sealed paper, hands ripping open the wrapper then handing the circular piece of plastic her way. She takes it, eyes squinted at him and his brows arched playfully. “Somebody loves you, baby, you know who it is.” The graceful ballad cradling the front of the diner, Kaliyah takes a sip of her milkshake as her eyes remain on his face.

“You’ve got that look on your face, ya know?”

“You can barely see my face.”

“I don’t have to, boo. It’s ya energy.” He coughs up a chuckle, head turning for a moment. Michael looking back upon Kaliyah, he flicks his glasses down on the bridge of his nose. “Michael.” She whispers, eyes bulging at him.

“Is your energy telling you that I’m in love?” She swallows the rest of the ice cream in her mouth, a shade of deep rogue coming to her cheeks. He couldn’t believe he said it but he did, Bill on the other hand could. Michael talked about her all the time, every new fact he learned about Kaliyah went straight to him. With his heart banging on his chest, fingers swirling his straw around the glass of his milkshake. He was anxious, extremely, what would she say? Bill’s eyes on Kaliyah but she couldn’t feel them, she couldn’t feel any of the souls around her but Michael’s and her own. “I love you, Kaliyah.”

Her throat numb from the ginger she consumed, having made a cup of natural juice in the primitive hours of the day. The same recipe—3 carrots, 3 oranges, a piece of ginger, and a whole lemon. The specific time in the morning coming back to her like a boomerang, the flashback washing over her closed eyes. He knocked on the apartment door 15 minutes later, Tobias, Kaliyah’s now ex-boyfriend. The expression on his face, she couldn’t forget it if she wanted to. The devastating look knowing he gave up, knowing he no longer loves her the way she loves him. The screaming match they held etched into the walls and her body drowning in a pool of reveries. “But, I love him.” Her voice trailing off, orbs looking at the CD player in her hand. The backpack resting on her nightstand comes into view, the honk of a McLaren riding by was followed by the shouts of the neighborhood kids below. A collection of spray paint bottles arranged around the sack, she hadn’t made any art in the city since she’s been in a relationship. It’s been six months, six months. How dare she abandon her passion, something that once was her reason for living?

A wave of anger settles across her mind—she threw everything to the side for him. The neurons in her brain firing and the wires reconstructing themselves, her blurred vision clearing up as she blinks a couple of times. Her body beginning to move after resting for what felt like forever, Kaliyah sits up to stare in front of her. The white paper peeling off in some places, strokes of multicolored paint lining the walls. Some lines reading quotes, others transformed into pictures it took hours for her to do. The young woman nodding her head, the embarrassment shedding off her and out the window sill. “Can I hit rewind?” The notes blasting causing her to become aware, she rips her headphones off and begins to move as if she’s on a mission.

A pair of black leggings slid up her thighs, they accentuate her behind and the small of her back. An oversized hoodie coating her upper body, the material ebony as well. She always remained invisible, no clothing that would catch attention under any circumstances. Her heart flooding with adrenaline as she ties her tennis shoes secure as she could, the grin tugging on her lips couldn’t be contained. She exits out the door, her eyes catch the darkness in the apartment when she closes the entrance. A black scarf tied around her nose and mouth, doe-eyes aiming down the corridor and a desire aching in her fingers.

Painting was her way of feeling seen, the way her fingers transmuted days of unhealed feelings into awe-inspiring imagery came naturally to Kaliyah. She blew a cloud of smoke out the side of her mouth, her fingers flicking the roach onto the gravel beneath her shoes. Her eyes scanning over the various lines she made, all connecting in the ways she wanted. Having to hide herself was common in childhood, isolating just to feel comfortable with her own being and to step away from the stressors of life. So, when she became Michael Jackson’s wife it felt like a joke being played on her by the universe. She loves her husband, absolutely, adores him to the moon and back but his fame is otherworldly. He became her safe space, a person she could liquify her body into when she was feeling frustrated with the world. They didn’t just share their traumas to one another, they actively heal them everyday they live together.

He was always watching, not directly…at least. Following her tags from six months ago, his heart being stringed along in a wild goose chase across the southern heat. Dressed in a disguise from head to toe, his eyes always hidden but constantly spotting her works. The last Captain KO tag came on a dusty sunset evening, Michael not knowing until days later when he went searching once more. His lips pursed to the side, hands buried in his pockets and heart hanging off a ledge. Imagine his surprise when he saw a tall frame move through the streets, a sack clinging to her back and a paint can falling out the pocket. On one of his wild escapades to find her pieces once more, he took the risk of grabbing the can off the ground. A band of trumpets playing in his head when he seen the letters KO written in black ink on the label.

The stars twinkling above him and determination on his mind, he followed her. Someone who made art that amazing, their mind had to be soaked in beauty. The people he moves past not recognizing his disguise strikes ease in his heart, Bill would kill him if he knew he came out here by himself. The biggest star in the universe chasing a woman on the sidewalks, oh, the things we did for love. His eyes peeking behind a wall, watching her arms move from left to right. Hoodie thrown to the ground, thick curls floating above her shoulders—the blowout she did that day doing her justice. Kaliyah’s silhouette feeding his gaze, his feet felt light. Her face coming into view for just a second, plump lips, button nose and a pair of almond eyes that were expressive even in the dark. A heat coming to his cheeks seeing the ink engraved across her arms and lower back, cavernous dimples above the back hem of her leggings.

Michael’s heart was trying hard to separate from his chest, he could see light shining in front of her—a star so bright. He couldn’t stop himself, his feet carrying him forward trying not to trip on the bricks and debris of abandoned buildings. Kaliyah in the midst of her work, her head turning back when she hears a creak in the wind. Her fingers yank the mask back up her face, her arm reaches for the hoodie seconds later. “Wait.” A quiet voice catching her off-guard, Kaliyah standing upright. She turns, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Edges coiled with beads of sweat and her eyes wide with curiosity. A man coming toward her in a large trench coat, a kinky wig on his head, and foundation smeared on his skin. Michael stops in front of her shakily, his eyes peering at her through his aviators.

Seeing her face more clearly made the breath catch in his throat, she was undeniably gorgeous. His eyes went down to the gravel, a timid smile coming onto his lips. “Can I help you?” Kaliyah’s voluminous curls cradling the light from the moon, she arches her eyebrow then tilts her head down. He looks younger, at least he’s not an old creep.

“I-uh, I’ve been following your art for a while.” The more words that left from his mouth the realization began to dawn on her, he recognizes it so well. He doesn’t know what took a hold of him, his fingers reaching to take the glasses off his face. She felt her chest go up and down in real-time, the heat that crowds her being causing her vision to blur. She stumbles back, ripping the mask from her face and tossing it to the ground. “I know this is a surprise, to say the least. But please, don’t scream.” Michael rushes forward seeing that she was seconds from falling out, his hands grasping her arms gently. She gasps feeling him touch her, he shushes softly, Kaliyah staring up at him her gaze searching his as she swallows a lump in her throat.

“You’re Michael J-Jack—

“I’m just a person who loves your work, that’s it.” Her legs felt weak, his voice soft to the touch. Her mind straightening up in seconds, a few tears slipped from her eyes unconsciously. His words wanting to push out how beautiful she is, his desire he tucked away for another day. She was already overwhelmed. She had never felt so seen, the way he looked admiringly upon her that night is something she remembers to this day.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. You paint so beautifully.” Kaliyah’s eyes falling down to his neck. “Look at me, please.” Her lids fluttering up and back onto his with no hesitation. “I don’t know what happened or who hurt you, but don’t ever let them stop you from doing this again.” His eyes trailing up to the artwork behind her. His words replenishing her spirit and her mind relaxing once more. He became aware of his fingers around her arms, Michael pulling away seeing how worked up he was becoming. “Out of the most deepest admiration and respect, I’d love to take you out to dinner…romantically, if that’s okay.” Hands locked behind his back and his eyes peeking down at her through low lids, his heart racing but sure. He knows what he wants. The moonlight coating her deep skin, she fiddles with her bare nails as her thick coils waver in the wind. “I love your tattoos.” A smile couldn’t help but slide on her mouth—she shifts on her feet the rocks beneath her weight clinking softly. His teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

Michael’s body leaning toward her unintentionally, he could tell she became hesitant. Kaliyah’s eyes scanning the area around her momentarily. “Maybe you should go, this isn’t a safe area and if the police come you’ll go to jail with me.”

“I don’t care about jail, if you wanting to make the world beautiful is wrong then I don’t wanna be right.” She felt her next sentence being gripped between her teeth, her body jerking forward and into his after hearing a yell far away. Kaliyah becoming paranoid—he catches her proudly.

Kaliyah’s head switched to the sound, she faces him, her fingers holding onto to his forearms. “I can’t go out with you, I just…I just went through a breakup. I’m sorry, I have to go.” Her voice breathless as she pulls away, Kaliyah grabs her hoodie and throws it on quickly. Michael’s eyebrows creasing, he fights against his arms wanting to pull her in. Her hands grabbing at the spray cans across the ground, she packs them inside her sack with the caps on top of the chemicals.

“I apologize, you-you deserve better.” Her gaze falls upon him, standing from her feet with her head tilting to the right.

“How do you know what I deserve?” She swings her backpack over her shoulder, the fabric of her mask wedged between her fingers.

“I can show you, I’m a man of action.” Michael clearing his throat, his eyes looking away for a brief moment. “What’s your name?”

“Kaliyah.” He straightens his posture, a smile spreading on his face. Her fingers squeeze onto the strap of her backpack, if you were to ask her years later what this night felt like she’d tell you—it felt like a fever dream. She wouldn’t believe this all happened until a bouquet of flowers appeared on her doorstep a week later. So huge it had two movers to come with it—lilies spurting out, orchids so bright to the eye, and various other species he particularly picked out for her. Her body stuck to the kitchen counter as they transferred it into her living space. The soulful music playing gracefully around her swaddles her temple, the saxophones echoing around her head. The ends of the silk robe wrapped around her frame tickling the hairs on her legs, Kaliyah’s hand over her heart and a curled bang falling over her brows.

Her eyes scanned that letter repeatedly, bending over the counter with her thighs tightening together and her foot running up her calf. The tip of her index finger between her teeth. “Oh my god.” And that was when she fainted.

“Kaliyah, if you’d let me…I have a performance coming up. Wembly in London. I’d love for you to join me, you can stay backstage for the performance. I’ll have a hotel arranged for you and you’ll be safe, under my protection.” The young lady stands in front of him, arms folded over her chest and thoughts raving with different emotions. “I’d like to show you my art. In person.” He nods his head toward her, his body beaming with jitters. He wanted to change her mind badly, he noticed his eagerness was pride and went with a smoother approach. She glances at the nearby buildings, the dust settling around them peacefully. The birds crying in the sky as they flew by, his cologne sweeping into her nose.

“Okay, yes.”

And so she showed up, in an outfit that the world would forever know her for. A long-sleeved, butter yellow silk top that accentuated her cleavage and a pair of high-waisted denim capris with white kitten heels on her feet. Kaliyah’s hair blown out with a few dazzling pins on the side of her part. Her apartment being managed by her sister for 50 bucks, she boarded the jet with a sound mind. He didn’t accompany her on the plane—she learned later that it was safer if he didn’t. A glass of champagne in hand and a pair of black sunglasses, that his publicists gave her, around her eyes. She was heavily guarded, walking into the stadium was surreal. They all crowded around her, her feet attempting to keep up as she hears the roar of the souls watching the King of Pop. Their energy infectious and quite overstimulating—she felt tingles fill throughout her body as her hands begin to shake. She holds onto the strap of her purse tighter than usual, the bag glued to the side of her rib. “I don’t think I can do this.” His publicist leaning down to hear what she said, the dance break of Smooth Criminal running in the background. “I need to go home right now.” She screams over the music, the woman sharing looks with the security next to her. They all come to a stop, locking around the two of them in seconds.

“Just come with us, we can get you some water. He’ll come to you as soon as he gets off stage. We’re running on a tight schedule.” Kaliyah’s chest moving quickly, she didn’t want to make a scene so she accepted. The publicist allowing her to hold her hand as they skate throughout the hallways, the vibrations knocking on her ears continuously. They come to his dressing room, his name plastered on the doorway in bold lettering. They led her in, Kaliyah rushing to the nearby couch. It took a moment for her eyes to settle on the environment, his stage outfits hanging loosely in the corner and a bright vanity resting next to the couch. “As promised.” A cart wheeling in with refreshments and plates of hot hors d'oeuvres, she sits back on the cushion as they move it in front of her. “Thank you, guys, I’ll take it from here.” They all filed out, the security closing the door behind them as they awaited outside.

“Welcome to the Bad World Tour 1988, we’re ecstatic that you accepted Mr. Jackson’s invitation. We already briefed you on the plane, no need to go over it again. He’s already been made aware of your request to go home, he would like to talk to you if that’s alright?” Her legs crossed, her heart dropping to her stomach. She wished they didn’t say anything, she gulps down a stream of water. “We have some time between the intermission, well…he’s stop the concert for the time being.” Kaliyah removing the bottle from her lips, her eyes bulging out the sockets. “No need to panic.”

“What?! I’ll stay here he doesn’t have to do that. Seriously.” She heard commotion outside the door, a horde of footsteps moving down the hallway. The publicist’s radio shrieking on her shoulder, a gruff voice coming through the speaker.

“Mr. Jackson is coming down the hallway. I repeat, Mr. Jackson is coming down the hall.” Everything felt presidential, the woman rushing to the door to open it swiftly. The moments that passed by came quick, he walks into the room and his presence stood in front of her. The silver from his shirt casting a glare from the cart, he ambles up to her, his body moving around the refreshments and his fingers reaching for her hand. She allows him to take it, a kiss pressing against her knuckles.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, formally. Thank you for coming.” His breath touching her skin, he made it difficult for her as he stands upright again. His taped fingers lingering on her palm, Kaliyah peering up at him then her eyelids fluttering as she snaps out of her thoughts. Her hand moving back softly and to the hair poking her eye. “Kathy.” His publicist shutting the door then trailing away to the rack of clothing by the wall.

“Thank you for inviting me. This is all so much but, I’m grateful.” A cheeky smile arising on his lips as he sits down next to her on the couch.

“I’m grateful, I really wished you didn’t want to leave but if that’s what you wish. I’ll make it happen for you.” His eyes on her intently, her fingers pushing her hair to the side. A deep breath flooding out her mouth and her gaze softening on his face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, I know this can be a lot when you haven’t experienced it before. I should’ve took that into account. I can make it up to you, please, let me make it up you.” The curl falling between his eyes caught her attention for a second, she shifts in her seat then cheeses gently.

“I suppose, Mr. Jackson.” She squints her eyes at him and they share a laugh, the tune of their voices breaking through the air.

“I made a song for you.” It spills out, Kaliyah taken aback by his words.

“Wait, Michael.” Before she could protest, a group of hair dressers and makeup artists flood into the room. Chaos surrounded the room immediately, he stands up taking her hand into his once again. Kaliyah stood with him, a woman bending down to fix the sequined socks around his ankles. Another group of people grabbing a mixture of clothes off hangars, she could barely keep up with movement in the room. Michael’s stare fixated on her the entire time, she didn’t understand how he dealt with this.

“I’m gonna perform it and I want you to watch.” The warmth that overtakes her body as he looks closely at her, a makeup pad dabbing on his cheek moments later.

“Oh my gosh, n—

His body being pulled away from her as his deep laugh flooded the corridor, Kaliyah being left in the dressing room with Kathy by her shoulder. “Come, let’s watch.” She heard the chant of his name as they filed down the airway, the flashes of cameras from below reflecting on the glass. Fans push the metal gates made to hold them back, the paparazzi catching a photo of her. A hand obstructing her face to shield her eyes and Kathy jutting the pair of sunglasses, she gave her on the jet, in her direction. “You alright?” She asked, her fingers flicking toward the window and security lining beside Kaliyah.

“Yes, this is a hell of a walk.” The publicist chuckling, her tense shoulders dropping for a moment.

“We’re almost close.” And indeed they were, a few more turns and scenery changes and they entered backstage. She noticed the quaking under her feet, the crowd becoming unbearable to listen to. A sound so deafening you couldn’t hear the individual next to you. Dancers shooting past them while fixing the clothes on their bodies, Kathy places a pair of headphones on her head. Kaliyah turning to her as the sound blurs in her ears, she exhales smoothly. Fixing the grip on her purse, it loosens. A hand on her back as she’s lead to the side of the stage, the music started straight away. The groovy beat dropping and the pressure of the sound waves pushing on the headphones. “Pretty baby, I got kisses for your lovin’.” The score of the music causing her body to move along with the beat, a smile on her face that could’ve been seen from the crowd. “Cause everyday I watch you paint the town so pretty.” Michael’s head nodding toward her, his hand dragging down the back of his neck and his feet shuffling skillfully.

"You so fine when you mad." She glares up at him and pushes him away, Khaleesi lays his jacket on the kitchen counter and pulls her self up on the surface. Kamari leans against the island, in front of her tense figure, his eyes boring into hers before grinning.

"I guess you're not letting me leave."

"You can try if you want to, love." One part of her was giddy and exploding with excitement, the other half was full of anxiousness. He can see that she wants to relax as much as she can but, she just couldn't. Khaleesi’s brother catching them really circulates in the back of her mind. Kamari walks up to Khaleesi, his lips pressing on her forehead. "Do you wanna leave?" His eyes now pinning a gaze upon her.

"I wanna be here with you, I'm so scared Kamari." Her head lays on his hand, she pouts up at him. "What are we going to do?" Khaleesi's voice breaks softly, she clears her throat: squeezing his wrist. She had been thinking about this ever since he told her who he was in her bedroom that morning.

"I already got a plan for us, I don't want you to worry about that." She begins to shake her head, he places his hands on the side of her neck. "No, baby I do, for real." He runs his thumb over her cheek, Khaleesi scoots closer to him. "I want you to relax, I don't need you being scared." His voice was soft but stern.

He grabs her chin, his lips pressing onto hers gently. She pecks him one more time before getting down from the counter, Kamari's hands holding her waist softly. "Where you going?" He couldn't get enough of her, she looks out at the view outside of his window. The buildings so high the tops of them hidden by dense clouds, the sky dark and decorated with stars.

"Is this your only place?" Her eyes wander to the floor, she looks back at him a closed smile on her lips. She walks into his arms, her chin resting on his chest.

"No." He speaks onto her cheek, she angles her head toward the living room once again.

"We definitely have to decorate— I mean I do."

"What you tryna say?" An amusing tone in his voice as Kamari smiles down at her, his eyebrows creased. She laughs and covers her mouth quickly, Khaleesi pulls away from him and leans on the island.

"That's not what I meant." Her body now on full display for his eyes again, she bites her bottom lip. Before he could avert them down her temple, her finger lands under his chin. "Let's make breakfast."

"Yes mam."

6:00 AM

same day.

"Honey or jelly on your biscuits?" Khaleesi holds the two condiments in her hands, a jar of honey and a bottle of grape jam. She stands across from him at the island, he points to the right.

"Honey." She hums in agreement and opens the jar seconds later, Khaleesi dips a spoon into the thick liquid then drizzles it over the steaming hot biscuits. She pulls on the sleeves of his jacket that's over her body, waiting for him to taste it.

"Tell me how you like it."

"Baby, I want you to eat too. Where ya plate at?"

"It's in the microwave, Mari, just eat."

"Bruh, we eating together."  He leans back in his chair, his head tilting as he stares at Khaleesi. Kamari clenches his jaw as she throws her hands up, watching him stand up to walk over and retrieve her plate. He sits it down in front of Leesi and goes back to his seat.

"Would you like some honey or jelly, baby?" Khaleesi smiles and leans over the island to kiss him. Her lips land on Kamari's several times before returning to her spot.

"Honey."

"I agree." He says, before drizzling some on top of her biscuit. A few minutes later the food on Kamari's plate was gone, Khaleesi was halfway done: munching quietly on her diced strawberries.

"Was it good?" She laughs as she picks up her last piece of bacon, her hair still twisted up into the pink claw clip.

"Yes, we make a good duo in the kitchen." She breaks her bacon in pieces, tossing them into her mouth every once in a while.

"Yes we do."  She washes her hands in the sink next to her, Khaleesi grabs the hand towel on the counter then dries her palms and fingers throughly. She walks over to him, the tip of her long nail tracing the counter.  "Kamari..."

"Yes."

"I came back to let you know, I got a thing for you and I cant let go." The music in the room soothes her, Snoh's voice calming the atmosphere. Khaleesi climbs onto his lap. The ends of the jacket piling at her waist, she leans forward— kissing him slowly he bites down on her lip and Leesi moans.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

"What you mean?" His hands tight on her hips, she could feel him poking the place she wants him to be in. "Fuck all that shit right now." He bucks his hips up, causing his print to graze against her.

"Shit." Khaleesi moves her body with his, her breathing getting heavier by the second. "Kamari, baby, we can't."

"Why?" He pulls her in tight, his hand moving to the top of his sweats. "I said, why." His eyebrow arching as he sits up swiftly, Kamari’s stare on her face is intense.

"Because, it's not good." His fingers travel up her chest, her neck now in his hand—he kisses her lips and she gasps.

"This not good, baby?" Pulling the front of his sweats down, Khaleesi watches as he takes himself out—his member suddenly popping up against his lower stomach. His tip stroking her clit slowly, with each brush she became wetter. Her hand gripping his shoulder as her mouth is parted.

"N-no." Kamari enters her and she gasps once again, his moans grace her ears.

"Pussy so good, fuck." He brings her down onto him at a steady pace, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "This don't feel right?" He says, slightly speeding up, the slapping of her ass hitting his thighs. Kamari’s eyebrows creased as he grunts and pulls her closer, a high-pitched moan slipping from Khaleesi’s mouth as she grips the skin around his neck.

"Yes, yes, please."

"Good girl."

"Kamari, fuck me." She begs, Khaleesi's whimpers of satisfaction hitting his lips. Her body trembling under his touch, his lips now parted as he places one of his hands on her lower stomach.

"Fuck." A pleased moan slipping from his mouth, his husky voice echoes throughout the kitchen: their cheeks touching as they reach their high together. The air around them warm and comforting, his fingers slipping between her thighs as Kamari moves them smoothly in a circular motion over her clit.

She gasps, surprisingly, her eyebrows creasing from the added pleasure. "Mmm, you better cum for me, right now." Kamari brings her down on him sloppily, his eyes admiring his dick disappearing inside of Khaleesi repeatedly.

It happened so fast for them, his arms closing around her waist as he began bucking his hips up: thrusting into her shamelessly. Their moans in harmony as Khaleesi cums, the overwhelming feeling squirming throughout her body. "Oh my—fuck!" She feels him lift her up in his arms swiftly then pulling himself out and ejaculating on her behind.

Khaleesi collapses on his moist skin, her head resting against his shoulder. Their heavy breathing, the only audible noises in the apartment. Her mind kept going back to what they just did, it was replaying over and over. "I wanna take you on a date." She laughs softly, her voice raspy from the previous vocalizing she did.

"On what side of town?" She arches one of her eyebrows, sitting up to meet his stare.

"We going out of town, tell your parents you're staying with a friend: I'll have somebody from my team cover you." He already had it planned out, Kamari knows Khaleesi was adamant about her brother not finding out about them. Although, Q had to find out one day but one thing he knew—that time was not now.

A booming knock sounds on the door, this causes Khaleesi to jump down from the seat quickly. "Who the fuck—" It continues, he gets up swiftly: pulling his boxers up. Her body was stiff as a rock, there were already a pile of tears meeting at the bottom of her eyelids. Her hands clasped together as her stare wouldn't leave the door, she feels his hands touch her shoulders. "Yo, Leesi."

Her eyes switch over to him, her full attention on Kamari now: a gun resting in his hand. When did he get that? She thinks distractingly, her mind quickly coming back to reality. And just like that, Khaleesi was being introduced to Kamari's world once again: but years later. His whole demeanor changing drastically before her eyes, he was alert and ready.

"Go to the room, lock the door. There's a piece under the nightstand, don't fucking come out unless I get you. Go." She had never ran so fast, Khaleesi races down the hall her eyes glancing back at him for a split second.

She bursts through the door, shutting it behind her speedily. Tears already streaming down her face, she hears yelling on the other side: then quick shuffling. Her shaky fingers locking it, she moves away—the back of her legs hitting the bed. She hasn't dealt with this in ages, it was all flooding back to her mind: the situations her and Kali had to deal with when it came to Kamari and Q.

"Khaleesi!" She hears Kamari's deep cry, her mind becoming sharp once again. She takes a deep breath, slowing down the thoughts in her head.

"Leesi, Mari needs your help." She tells herself quietly, Khaleesi grabs the gun under the nightstand. She rips it off of the adhesive, holding it in front of her, she cocks it back then stands up. Her once trembling legs, no more. Khaleesi opens the door silently, she peeks out: the hallway empty but splats of blood on the wall. She walks out, her side pressing on the wall as she treads toward the kitchen: both hands on the gun as she points it up, her eyes focused.

She comes to the end of the corridor, the front door wide open: her breathing heavy as pieces of her hair fall on her face. Khaleesi's posture remained straight, Kamari comes beside her. She gasps, his hands clasping onto the gun quickly—Khaleesi relaxes, a breath of air pushing out her lips. "Baby, it's okay." Her head falls onto his chest, his hands resting on the sides of her neck. "We gotta problem."

"What happened?" She looks at him, his face full of concern.

"Somebody shot one of my brothers, I don't know who but when I find out that nigga dead." His voice full of bass and strident.

"We'll figure it out—"

"I don't want you around this again, for real, I'mma take you home in a little bit. Okay?" Khaleesi didn't want to leave, she wants to stay with him: she doesn't want anything bad happening. She stares at him blankly before nodding her head. He walks down the hall, Khaleesi walks over to the entrance: she shuts the door then locks it. She treads over to the living room seeing a young man on the couch, beads of sweat on his forehead as he breathes deeply.

As she walks closer his head turns towards her, a friendly smile coming on his lips. "You're Khaleesi? Kamari's girl, nice to meet you." She laughs and takes a seat beside him, she reaches for the black gloves already on the coffee table. A blood stain plastered on the side of his white t-shirt.

"Surprised you know who I am."

"Hell ya, that nigga talk about you all the time." Kamari comes in with the items Leesi asked for, he sits them on the table and hands a towel to her.

"Can you try and lift up for me? So I can put the towel under, just for a second." He groans as he uses all of his strength to sit up off the couch, Khaleesi hurriedly puts the towel down then lays her hand on his shoulder. "Okay, you can lay back. Slowly." His teeth gritting together as he pushes his head back on the couch, his eyes squeezing shut.

"I'mma let y'all do this, I gotta make some calls." Kamari scratches the back of his neck, he was nervous and she could see it all over his body.

"It's okay, baby, he's going to be fine." Khaleesi squeezes some hand sanitizer on the palm of her hand, she rubs it in then looks up at him. Kamari nods his head then walks toward the door, she watches him: her eyebrows slightly creasing.

"That nigga strong as hell, for real." Khaleesi's eyes switch to his friends, she hums in agreement. "I remember when he first told me about you." He hisses when she lifts up his shirt, Khaleesi takes a deep breath at the gun wound on his lower right side. A gold on one of his teeth shining in her peripheral vision, she gets what she needs off the table and begins.

"You took the bullet out?"

"Yea, gave it to Kamari."

"Damn." She cringed slightly, that had to hurt. "What he say about me?"

"I honestly ain't believe him when he said he had a shorty back at his second home but— he mentioned, he wished he wouldn't have left and that hopefully y'all would meet again under better circumstances. He waited for you, on some real shit."

"Really now?"

"Yea, no serious relationships—used to make fun of him about it." She cleans his wound as she listens attentively, soaking in all of the information coming from his mouth. "He loves you." She stops what she's doing and looks up at him, his eyes already on Khaleesi's. He nods and arches his eyebrows up, wrinkles forming in his forehead.

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“I wanna dance but the boss won't let me, says I've been missing too many nights." She lifts a piece of mango to her lips and takes a clean bite.

"Fuck him! Bitch, don't you wanna make your money? We gotta figure out a way." Khaleesi sighs and looks up at the both of them.

"I'll get your money, tell Dez I'll serve for tonight." Khaleesi had filled in for Kali several times when her boss wouldn't let her dance. Doing her job in secret was already hard, sometimes she just couldn't make it to practice. And sometimes, Khaleesi would serve as a bottle girl and all the tips she would get would go to Kali.

Their family loves to provide for them, the two sisters were like angels to their parents and brother. Q also love to protect them, to protect his family. But their brother just couldn't support Kali's dream of being a professional dancer. It was her dream to make thousands of dollars doing what she loves. "You know what to do, right?"

"Yea, I know the rules."

"If anybody-"

"Call you, I know." Khaleesi stands up from the dining room table and walks through the foyer to get to the grand stairs. Her house-shoe covered feet echoing around the Taylor residence. She was tired of hearing about her brother and Kamari, she just needed some time to herself. Time away from all of this, the Diamond was the place to be for that. Khaleesi looks at the watch on her phone and cusses sharply. She had to be there before 12 and it was already 10:50, she takes off her clothes swiftly and paces into the bathroom.

Khaleesi's swarovski heels step foot onto The Diamond's marble black floor, her hips sway back and forth as she moves around the club with confidence. The beat moves through her body making her throw her hand up in the air. In the other was a big bottle of Dussé, she swings it around and bends over shaking her backside. "Alright now, watch it." Khaleesi's smile flashes in the direction of a man attempting to move behind her. "How about tipping me instead?" She turns around and holds the bottle close to her side.

Khaleesi pulls the side of her white thong out, she watches as he places a stack of ones in the space. She lets go and the material flicks back into place, Leesi pats his cheek and walks away coquettishly. "Dumbass." She drops the bottle off to a nearby section and dances her way back to the bar, Young Nudy's voice surrounds the atmosphere as she leans on the counter. "Two vodkas for the table in the corner!" She screams as loud as she can over the music, the bartender nods her head and retreats to the back.

"I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob em." The young lady comes back with two shot glasses of vodka she sits them on Khaleesi's tray.

"Thank you, girl!" Leesi turns around and spots a commotion in the far right. It was one of the four V.I.P. sections, she squints her eyes trying to see what was going on. Khaleesi walks closer not paying attention to anything or anyone else around her. The lights on the ceiling began to flicker making it harder for her to see. She gets closer and immediately regrets it, it was her brother.

Leesi ducks quickly behind the staircase, her eyes widen as she takes glance after glance. Q Taylor sits on the couch throwing bills repeatedly, the grills in his mouth sparkling every time he smiles. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be gone. His entourage of friends deep around him and Khaleesi knew every single one and they, all know her. "Fuck!" She was scared for her life, glued to the spot behind the staircase.

Her eyes move from side-to-side as Khaleesi tries to think with the loud music in the background. "This can't be happening." What she was wearing, a diamond encrusted bra with marshmallow-colored thongs on her bottom. He would bury her. She'll just go out the back entrance, she thinks. But, what if they're there? As Khaleesi continues looking in Q's direction, she feels a familiar warmth by her shoulder.

"Come on, baby." She feels Kamari's hand squeezing her waist gently, Khaleesi sighs out of relief. She had never felt so much weight lift off her shoulders, her eyes fall on his face. His lips already hovering over hers as the sexual tension between them thickens. "I said come on, unless you wanna get caught." She takes one more gaze at her brother and shakes her head out of fear.

"If he catches me w-with you, Mari. I'll get caught, forget it." She removes his hand off her waist and looks over at him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this with you." The pad of her thumb traces his bottom lip, he stares down at her: his hoodie concealing his face but not to her eyes.

"You think I give a fuck about that shit?" Kamari's words came off harsh but it wasn't like that, at all. His eyebrows creased, she could see the frustration plastered on his face. His hands wrap themselves around her waist once against, he walks her body back into the staircase. The coldness of the metal hits her spine as her tawny-colored eyes look up into his.

"Kamari, I'm serious."

"And I'm serious, fuck Q Taylor." She clasps her hand over his mouth swiftly, her eyes darting around trying to make sure no one had heard.

"Aye man, stop hogging up the bottle girl. We need some drinks over here!" A man walks toward them and before he could take a few more strides Kamari stops him in his steps. His tatted hand forces him back, his body completely facing the man now. He stumbles from the blow, the drink in his hand dropping to the floor. "What the fuck."

The scowl on Kamari's face was threatening and, quite frankly, scary. "Nigga, get your ass up out of here or run that shit up." He eyes the big chain around his neck then looks back up in his eyes, the man glances down then backs away. His hands up to his side as he assures Kamari he didn't want trouble. His full attention returns back to Khaleesi, it was like two different people. She thinks, silently.

"You didn't have to push him like that, I still need tips, you know?"

"I didn't like the way he was rushing you, he seen us having a conversation and still did." Kamari digs in one of his pockets, his eyes observing every corner of the club as he did. "Fuck them tips, here baby." He pulls out a wad of cash that was clipped together tightly, he places it in her hand and folds her fingers over it voluntarily.

“I can't take this, Mari, please-"

"You can and you will, as long as I'm here you ain't got shit to worry about." Khaleesi couldn't deny that she was just naturally an emotional person, no one had ever cared about her this much except for him when they were younger. Did he really just relieve her for the rest of the night? Yes. She could finally go home and leave early and not worry about getting hit on by weird men. Khaleesi throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, this took him by surprise.

"Get me out of here, please." She didn't care how but Khaleesi just couldn't afford to get caught tonight.

"Yes mam." His voice, barely above a whisper as he grabs her hand quickly. Khaleesi follows close to him, her face hides behinds his shoulder. Her eyes glancing over every once in a while attempting to see what was going on. Her hand was holding his for dear life, she didn't even want to let go for a second. Khaleesi didn't realize how hard she was squeezing but, he could tell. He could tell how terrified she was of getting caught but, she had nothing to be afraid of while being with him. And that's what made him mad. She was still afraid.

Kamari plows his way through a crowd of people, he ignores the dirty looks he gets from women and men as they're moved out the way.

Khaleesi apologizes almost every second as they walk through, her soft voice not even reaching the sound of the music enough for them to hear. They were now in the back of the club, a part that Khaleesi had no knowledge of what it looked like until this moment.

The warm night air attacks her skin, it was comforting yet refreshing. She breathes deeply and hears the back door slam behind her, Mari. Khaleesi clasps her hands on top of her head and stares out into the empty field of grass sitting behind the club. Was this always here? "You're dead to me." She sings softly, the song had been stuck in her head all morning and night.

Khaleesi looks down at her heels and realizes how badly her feet was aching, her sparkling white digits wiggle freely in the open-toe shoes. She looks back up for a second then feels a hand wrap around her ankle. Kamari concentrates as he unbuckles the strap, he lifts her foot out of the shoe and she feels a pillowy surface hit the pad of her foot. This nigga bought me house shoes? Khaleesi wonders where he got them from, a dumb-founded look dancing on her face as he does the same to her other foot.

"Relax, hid them behind the dumpster earlier when I came."

"You planned this?" She couldn't help the smile lifting on her lips, Khaleesi turns around her face angled up towards his. See one thing that I know, you are not a friend to me. The lyrics continue to interrupt her thoughts, she can't release them even if she wants to.

"A nigga knew your feet would be hurting, although, I didn't know your brother was going to be here." Khaleesi's smile had faded, she looks down to the side.

"I didn't know either, obviously." He presses against her closely, her hands move up his chest. It was rock hard, he was built for sure. The look on Khaleesi's face was painful, her nose scrunching up as she sniffs. "Kamari."

"Don't think about it." She didn't realize how much he was allowing her to lean into his body, Khaleesi watches as he removes the black Nike jacket off his arms. He drapes the material over her shoulders and his sweet scent floats into her nose. Kamari had a certain nurturing energy about him, like, he would take care of anyone he loves. "I know you still mad at me cause I left."

The feelings in her stomach were swirling and twisting with nerves, she didn't care one second about that. They were face-to-face and there was only one thing she could think of. She shakes her head quickly, "We were young, I don't care about any of that. You had no choice. I was angry in that moment, I'll admit."

Their fingers, now intertwined together. Her hands felt so soft to him, her skin all together was smooth. It was attractive. He had went years wanting to feel her again, her body her everything. "That's all I wanted to hear." A sigh of relief exits his mouth, she looks around for a second at the dark green LED lights radiating down on them. Her eyes shift up to the night sky, her chin resting against his chest as she does so. His eyes had never left her face, the stare was intense as he admires her features.

Khaleesi gasps softly feeling a cold drop of rain land on her cheek. "Shit." Kamari rushes to kiss the raindrop away, feeling his lips on her skin honestly: drove her mad. She hadn't felt it in years. His right arm molds itself around her waist pulling her as close as she could come. She felt small in his presence but, it was a good feeling. She felt safe, calming, a sensation of serenity rains over Khaleesi. She had nothing to worry about.

Kamari's lips begin to trail gentle kisses on the side of her face, her head falls and her eyes shut closed. Khaleesi's breathing had picked up slightly, her heartbeat banging against her skin. She attempts to move her hands but forgets they were intertwined with Kamari's, he moves them behind her back with his following. His kisses continue to caress the skin on her face, his lips suddenly moving over to taste hers.

The way their lips move together was hungry-like, they had been craving each-other this entire time. Her skin becomes hot, the rain falling on her had began to soak her hair. They had pulled away from each other several times for him to plant short but heated tongue kisses against her lips. Khaleesi moans in his mouth and snatches her hands out of his grip, the look on his face was congested with passion but he didn't wanna stop kissing her. So he didn't.

Their plump lips slap together, his index finger and thumb holding gently but tightly to her chin. Her legs were becoming weak as he did so, the relaxing feeling in her spine overtakes her body. The palm of his hands now pressing against her lower back, they travel up her spine several times applying pressure. The feeling exploding between her thick thighs was foreign, she hasn't felt pleasure like this since forever.

How could the pressure being applied make her feel this way? Make her weak like this. "Told you I learn some shit." His deep voice rings in her ears, she couldn't even pay attention. Her body completely overstimulated. When his palms reach the top, for the last time, she gasps against his lips. "Mhm." Before Khaleesi could drop to the ground from pleasure, he lifts her swiftly into his arms. She was trying hard to conceal her moans but she couldn't, not from him. Her body language told him everything, she couldn't get enough.

"Mari." Her breath taken away and her voice soft as can be, he wanted badly for his fingers to disappear in the warmth between her legs. The quick and feathery kisses he presses against her ear become gentle nibbles. She couldn't take anymore; did he really just make me orgasm off a massage? Her hands hold the side of his face, Kamari's eyes falling back on hers.

He wouldn't take his eyes off her and that's what made her incredibly feeble. She looks down, noticing her bottom half pressing against his print. The thick outline pushing on his dark-gray sweats. He glances down at his manhood as well then back up at Leesi, her warm core smothering that part of him comfortably. She didn't dare move her hips, Khaleesi wanted to but, she couldn't start something that wouldn't have been finished. "I can't, I can't." His eyebrows creasing together as she frees herself from his warm embrace.

"Can't what? Khaleesi, I haven't seen you in a while. We don't have to do none of that right now, I just wanna take you in. Your presence, I missed you." It's like they both ignore the pouring rain, he pulls her back into him where she was safe. Her head falling back and his hand supporting her neck out of instinct. He presses a lazy kiss against her lips then trails them down her chin and slowly to her neck. Her hands grasping on to his black shirt for support, he wanted to devour her. And she, didn't know how to feel.

With every kiss he left, the fire between her thighs reignited again and again.

"You can't even last with just my touch, baby." He groans in her ear and rests his lips on her cheek. The way he spoke was as if he was mesmerized by how stimulated Khaleesi was, had she missed him this badly? "I wanna do things to you that you can't imagine and as a man, I promise I'mma take care of that. We can't tonight, love, I gotta get you home."

"No."

"Yes." His voice was soft but authoritative, he arches his eyebrows. Khaleesi didn't know what she was saying, she couldn't believe she wants to stay with him. What happen to her rational fear of Q catching them? Was he still in the club? "I got some business to handle, trust, you'll see me again."

"You make a lot of promises, Kamari Parker. And you better be able to keep them." It was getting to the point where she didn't even want to leave his presence, it felt right to be in. His hand lays on the side of her cheek, she grabs his wrist and kisses it tenderly. Khaleesi trails her lips up the palm of his hand, she pecks the pad of his thumb and looks up at his focused eyes.

"I will, for you."

𑁍 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝟷:

𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖

okay right off the bat i feel like this wedding will take place in winter and it'll be a very sunny day with a chance of rain but you two won't be worried about that. i'm seeing an outside venue and a lot of white and gold involved. this venue could be somewhere in italy or you two might've travelled to another country to have this wedding. whoever the female is in this relationship will be taking charge on this wedding day. if that's you, i'm seeing you'll want it to be perfect. you'll be running around before it starts making sure everyone's in their place and working as intended. once you see everything is ready to go that's when you'll change into your dress. for your dress i'm seeing a white dress... it's sparkly and slightly poofy but i'm also seeing a form fitting dress too? kinda like a mermaid one. your closest friends will help you out on the dress and i'm also seeing some detachable sleeves that go along with the dress. omg your friends are going to start tearing up when they see you in the dress and you're gonna think "is this really happening?" like you'll have to remind yourself it's your wedding day. i could see you telling them to stop crying cause it'll mess up their makeup lmao.

i think the theme of the wedding is winter wonderland but also something traditional. for some of you it may be at a church as well. i think you won't want your spouse to see you until the actual ceremony and i believe someone younger than you will come to pick you up to go to the actual wedding ceremony.. perhaps a little brother or something. when you get to the ceremony i'm seeing huge brown doors that someone will push open for you to walk in. i'm seeing a lot of guests but they're like close friends and family. for some reason i feel like you'll be very nervous until you see your spouse cause my chest started hurting. i believe walking down the aisle will be very emotional for you but you'll try your best to not ruin your makeup. when you see your spouse i think they'll look so spiffy yk? like their hair is slicked back, their suit matches your dress perfectly and everything is how you envisioned. i think it'll take a lot for you not to cry when you see them. they'll try to keep a straight face too but it'll be hard for them. i have the feeling they've been preparing for this moment their whole life. you'll say your vows and everything and when you're supposed to kiss it'll be very very passionate lol i'm hearing cheering from the crowd of guests pls. it's probably cause you two haven't seen each other all day. i think after this ceremony is when it'll start raining tho and you'll have to drive to the next venue so it'll be a bit of a mess but i think you two will just be glad you said "i do".

❁ 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜: religious factors, give your relationship a chance, rain, sun, planning, offering, true love, getting to know each other, i see a future with you, decision, i want to start a family with you, obsession, i regret the things i haven't said, my love, engagement, honeymoon

❁ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜:

𑁍 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝟸:

𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚜, 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖

heyo pile 2 c: so your wedding will definitely be on a very sunny day. im seeing children are going to be there as well. could be your future children or your relatives children. perhaps you'd want a child to also carry the ring or throw flower petals down the aisle too. your wedding day will be very very happy. i'm seeing itll be like a wish come true, like something you've always wanted. your dress will likely have a a sweetheart neckline or something traditional from your culture? it could be cream colored or like pinkish i believe. your wedding day is going to be very fulfilling and almost perfect to you, it'll feel like your final destination. i also don't see you two travelling anywhere foreign for this wedding so it'll likely be in your home country or home town. but i do see one problem being that your family may disapprove of this wedding. perhaps you already knew that and invited them instead but i feel like they'd be outwardly showing their distaste for the marriage. i think that would stress you or your spouse out a lot. perhaps it's your spouses parents that don't approve too. your spouse would try to calm you down and ease your stress since it's your big day but your parents words would make your spouse second guess things. it might make them feel very indecisive about the wedding like "is this something we should really be doing?" perhaps both your parents wanted you two to marry someone else. this whole fiasco will likely start before the wedding so it could be very stressful but i think your spouse will want to put in the effort to make you happy on your big day. they had a bit of time to think it through and they know in their heart they want to be with you. after you both confirm this you won't have to worry about both your families. i think healing those issues will come later but your wedding day will be extremely joyful and fun. i'm seeing you two both dancing after the ceremony and i can't help but think it's some kind of dance from your culture. either way i see you two having a lot of fun and enjoying each other's presence so much.

❁ 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜: healing family issues, children, very soon, friendship, i have the most fun with you, you're everything i want, make the effort, i'm sorry, soulmates, you understand me completely, best friends, give me time to think, we're meant to be, please take care of yourself

❁ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜:

𑁍 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝟹:

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 - 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚜 - 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 - 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 - 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖

okay pile 3, let's talk about how you both decided to get married because i feel like one of you was stuck in some kind of cycle and couldn't forget your past pain or hurt in a relationship before you got with your future spouse. this could've been painful for both of you since one had work on letting go of the past while the other held on and supported them. because you stuck it out and got through it that's how you two are able to get married. i believe you might've been childhood friends or something of the sort. you two believe it in your bones that you're meant to be because this is true love between you two. i'm seeing you two might even get married relatively young.

i believe you both had to plan ahead for this wedding but i'm seeing that the male figure in this relationship had more to do with planning. they seem like the more dominant one in this relationship and i'm seeing this wedding is somewhat of a relief for them. they believe getting married to you would heal their wounds and you're someone who puts the pieces back together in their heart. overall your wedding will have a very fun theme to it. you two might like to party or your spouse really enjoys having fun and letting loose so they planned it this way. i'm seeing only close friends got invited to this wedding and it doesn't seem like a huge venue but your spouse probably believes it suits you two super well. your wedding would have a very unique design, unlike anything people do for weddings. it'd be very creative and tailored just to you two. that includes your dress as well. i feel like your dress would be a different color and design from the traditional wedding dress. i'm also getting that some of you might have this wedding at night too? something about this wedding feels very unconventional.

for the ceremony i feel that you two might want children to bring the wedding ring down the aisle similar to pile 2 but there's a big emphasis on children here so perhaps you two enjoy their presence or it'll feel so healing that your wedding kinda brings out both of your happiest sides. your spouse will be so playful and fun with you like throughout the ceremony there'll be so much smiling and while you read your vows i think there'll be a lot of inside jokes to make it more personal. also this is random but i'm getting that there'll be a lot of seafood there and the venue will be decorated in tons of flowers.. i'm seeing pink flowers, tulips, lotus flowers and sunflowers. i think you'll both want it to be very colorful as well.

❁ 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜: i appreciate and value you, you are my home, let go of control issues, separation, i love you, release your ex, i adore you, getting to know each other, bond, best friends, beach

❁ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜:

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oh wow I’m getting a lot of earth energy here and air, mainly mutable signs. perhaps you are mutable dominant or your person is. ohmygod I just realised the picture you chose is a picture of the moon and I was going to say that you will love your person’s ability to change and adapt. ok, this is strange, this is supposed to be about what you will love about your person but all I’m getting is what your person will love about you. oh I know, you will love the way your person loves you. your person will love you even on your bad days. are you a moody person? do you feel like you’re too much to handle at times? even then, your person will still love you AND you will love them because of that. they won’t leave you pile 01, it’s okay to have bad days and it’s okay to show them your bare face, they won’t leave you. I just heard “the moon is still the moon in all its phases”. I feel like your person is also quite a moody person and feels like nobody understands them but you will understand them. you both will understand each other. I feel like you both are homebodies. If not, you both will spend a lot of time at home together, just cuddling and letting each other in each other’s world. funny enough, I’m also getting cancer energy here. your person is mature and wise enough to understand that not every person is perfect and is bound to have bad days. with them, you will feel safe, understood and comfortable which is also what you will love about them. I even think your person at one point will tell you that they won't love you less for showing them your flaws (or atleast something along those lines). oh wow I also just heard "I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow". this is random but do you like quotes? I'm getting a lot of them right now hahaha. your person will probably be good with words and reassure you a lot because I feel like you need it. words are important to you, aren't they? did you also choose pile one in my previous PAC? because I'm getting very similar energy. back to what will make you fall in love with your person, you will love your person's hardwork and determination. for some of you, your person may work from home and you will see their hard-working nature which you will love and admire. and for some others of you, you may work at the same workplace as your person. either way, you will love your person's hard-working nature and work ethic. your person takes their career seriously and can separate love and work so they may appear like a completely different person at work/in their uniform. they're cuddly, soft and nurturing at home with you but at work they're stern, demanding and cold. this duality about them is one of the things you will absolutely love about them. all of these qualities about your person will make you fall in love with your person and I feel like it will be quite a slow process. like, you both eventually warming up to eachother and you loving your person a little more each day until BAM! you realise you've completely fallen for your person (and landed) and would take a bullet for them. even then, you will still continue to love them more and more. gosh, that was cheesy, I blame this energy!

THEM

I'm getting strong pluto energy here, also fire (especially sagittarius) and libra. I'm also hearing scorpio, maybe scorpio moon. you may have these placements or maybe your person does but I'm feeling strongly that you do. there is something about pluto here, your person will love your plutonic traits. you could be quite an intense person, your emotions may also sometimes spiral out of control. you are a very deep person, there's so much depth to you and your person will absolutely love you for that. they will enjoy listening to you talking about your problems. even if you're not the type to talk about your emotions, your person will greatly appreciate you opening up to them, even a little bit. they will be patient. I feel like you are the type of person that rarely shares anything about yourself and hates being seen as weak and vulnerable so when you start opening up to them, your person will realise that you do trust them and that you do feel comfortable with them. this will mean a lot to your person, this is something they take to heart. trust. so it isn't only just your intimidating persona but rather your trust and ability to open up to them is what will make them love you. continuing the pluto themes, I feel in your relationship with your person, you will transform a lot throughout it. your person will see you through all your cycles and changes and still continue to love every part of you. your person will also transform a lot in your relationship because of you, they will realise that you make them a better person and will see a future with you. perhaps they've been in relationships that were stagnant and were also not good for their growth, they might have been quite immature or cold or flaky before meeting you because of their last relationships (specifically the one before you). they might not be the type to commit because they've always thought that they weren't capable of that but you will show them otherwise. now moving onto the next card (yes I wrote all of that from one card hahaha), the next thing that will make your person fall in love with you is how you always speak your truth. you are unbiased and are the type to tell people to sort their shit out. they will really love this trait about you because this will help them grow and be a better person, they will want to grow with you and stick with you through thick and thin. with you, they can see the future. you give them hope and motivation. definitely not false hope either, because with you, they know anything is possible. you aren't the type to lie to make people feel better. because of this, your person will be able to trust you and rely on you too. I'm also hearing they will ask you for advice especially on their work. your person may have been surrounded by fake people all their life but you're definitely not one of them. you are real, you are you. they will love you. another thing that will make them fall in love with you is your sense of humour, enthusiasm and adventurous energy, perhaps you know a lot about other cultures or perhaps you both are from different cultural backgrounds. they will learn so much from you and I feel like they will be interested in your culture (your person has this cute childish like curious energy like aries or gemini haha I love it). I'm also seeing celebration. there may be a time where you both will be at a celebration/party and your person will look at you communicating with other people (people of your community is what I'm getting) and they will be so astonished. they will feel very proud to have you in that very moment and I think that moment will play an important part of your lives. It could be one of the first moments they realise that they love you?

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I’m getting strong pisces energy here, along with cancer, leo and taurus. I’m also getting venus in 12th house and venus/neptune energy. perhaps you have those signs in your chart or your person does. we have the romantics in this pile! right off the bat, you will absolutely love your person’s romantic side and their sweet gestures. your person (maybe even you) seems like a hopeless romantic, you both will watch a lot of romcoms together and say cheesy shit to eachother. you will love that you don't have to feel ashamed for liking romantic stuff or being a softie when it comes to that stuff with this person because, in fact, your person is like that too. you will love how they're affectionate with you and how they give you butterflies when you see them and when they compliment you. they have a youthful energy, perhaps they could be younger than you but I’m feeling for a lot of you that you will love their energy. they will bring you something new to the table everyday, there’s feelings of excitement here. they will make you feel young again, perhaps you have dedicated your life to work without relaxation and this person will 100% change your perspective and definitely teach you that there is more to life than just working your ass off. this person will take you to many places and show you the places they love. back to the excitement part, I feel like your person will make you keep wanting more, they’re very romantic, funny and charming and I feel like you will go to sleep each night just thinking about your person all excited and wondering what they will do the next day. this gives me very much teenager in love vibes hehe. do you have aries venus? your person is so flirty pile 02, especially with you.

they are also attractive and they know it. you will love their confidence and you will also love that they are okay with public display of affection, the way they make you feel loved and proud of having you will make you love them a lot. they don’t shy away from pda, in fact they initiate it. they want to show the world that you’re theirs. I’m also getting that you will also love that they don’t pretend to be someone else when they’re with their friends vs when they’re with you. for example, when they’re with you they’re sweet and say nice things to you. when they’re with their friends with you, they’re not the type to suddenly act cool infront of their friends and treat you like you’re not important to them. I feel like that is a turnoff for lots of you, maybe because you have suffered from this. but don’t worry, they will be so proud to have you. think of leo venus. I’m also hearing that their friends will know that you are someone their friend (your person) really loves because your person will speak fondly of you to them. this may cause some jealousy especially if your person has girl friends but it can also be guy friends (from their side). I also see that the way your person will handle this jealousy from their friends will be so attractive to you. I'd also like to add that your person is someone who is very popular and probably has admirers but they will still choose you out of everyone. all of this will make you realise that this person is very serious about you and doesn't want you to worry or feel uncomfortable. you will love the way they make you feel protected and their considerate nature. you will love their physical appearance, I think they will be your ideal type, I'm seeing messy/curly hair. is that what you like? for some of you, your person will have brunette-blonde curly hair. I see you playing with their hair a lot. I also feel like you will love their eyes and the way they dress, perhaps their eyes are 'moon-like'. another thing you will love about this person is their artistic and creative side, I feel like they're talented. for some of you, they write poems or they paint or they play guitar and sing. are you a sucker for artistically inclined people/musicians? I feel like at one point, they will make you something. like painting a portrait of you, writing a poem about you or writing a song about you, they will tell you that you're their muse. It will be a very special moment for the both of you.

THEM

I'm getting gemini, pisces, aries and libra energy from this pile. I'm also getting venus in 1st and 7th house. perhaps you have these placements or your person does. first of all, your person will love the way you respond to their affection and the way you give them affection. maybe you are a touchy person or physical touch is your person's love language. I know this may be weird but they will love the way you touch them. I'm also getting that whenever you randomly give them backhugs, you make their heart go crazy. your person loves backhugs, felt like you should know that. your person is a physical person, felt like you should know that too. are you a clingy person? I'm just seeing a picture of a couple and one of them is just coming closer to the other person to hold hands with them in public. I just heard "mignon/mignonne". your person will love your cuteness, you kinda remind me of a cat. I'm also getting that whenever you wear their oversized clothes, you make their heart melt. your person could be french or you are, but I'm mostly getting that they will love that they can romance you like never before. pile 02, your person may have never romanced anyone before because they were afraid of not getting the same love/energy from their partner. but with you, they don't have to worry about that because you show them you love them just as much as they love you. they don't have to worry about being disappointed and the relationship being one-sided. you reciprocate and return the same love. you are fair, you both will be on the same wavelength, that's what they will love about you. another thing that they will love about you are your habits, I'm hearing for some that you have a habit of scrunching your nose, walking on tip-toes? maybe you have a habit of whistling? I'm also hearing that you will have a habit of touching them when you walk past them and holding their hands whenever you can. your person will find your habits adorable. I have a feeling that at one point, there will be a situation where you feel jealous for some reason but you won’t act immaturely. this will be very attractive to your person because they may have experienced their partners getting jealous and completely doubting your person’s loyalty and love because of that tad bit of jealousy. you won’t though. I just feel like you will trust your partner but maybe not other people that surrounds your partner. a lot of you could be younger than your person but very mature. you are very mature but also not? serious but also knows how to have fun. there’s some innocent energy here, maybe it’s just because of your cute face and habits hehe. your partner will really love this balance about you. you will also be financially secure when you’re with your partner but because of your own hardwork and you will also be independent. you’re not the type to ask your partner to buy you something or expect your partner to be the provider. you both will be the providers, again, there’s this equal energy in this relationship. a lot of you look innocent and easy to take advantage of, you look like the damsel in distress to other people but you’re not. your person will be a sucker for you, pile 02. there will also be a time where they pretend to still be asleep in the morning while you’re getting changed infront of them without you knowing. you will fulfil them in so many ways, even in the bedroom (I won’t get into detail tho). they get a lot of inspiration from you. I feel like you will help them get out of a rut and they will experience new beginnings with you, you will come into their life and make it better. you will finally be the person who will be good for them, the moment you step into their life, they sigh of relief. there’s this feeling like “yes finally”. number 1 is quite significant here, some of you could be your person’s ‘first’ for something, or vice versa. I feel like your person will be immediately attracted to you and It will not take them long to fall in love. for a lot of you, your person will fall in love with you the first time they sleep with you.

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I'm getting scorpio, capricorn, leo and cancer from this pile. also venus in 8th, pluto in 7th. perhaps you have those placements or your person does. how does it feel having a person who is exactly my ideal type, pile 03?. right off the bat, you will absolutely love how they will be protective of you. they will be so whipped for you, maybe even possessive and obsessed with you but I feel like you like that. you will love the way they make you feel special. I feel like when they see you for the first time, they will 'claim' you and do anything to make you theirs. I can just imagine them fantasizing about you late at night because I feel like they will find you so attractive, you could be their ideal type. they would die for you, they’re a true ‘ride or die’. they feel like a very intense person, I’m getting an intense energy. however, this will be something you will love about them. this obsessiveness from your person will kinda make you feel, secure? they will be so loyal to you and the fact that they show you by displaying this protectiveness and obsessiveness will kinda calm you down. you won’t feel like they’re being unfaithful to you and that’s what you will love about them. another thing you will love about them is how they’re so certain and direct, they know what they want. and what they want is you. like without a doubt in their mind, they will choose you. you’re on the top of their ‘I want’ list. your person is honestly powerful and leader-like. also dominant? that’s what I’m getting haha. you will love those traits about them anyways. I’m suddenly smelling something really nice but I don’t know what it is? I feel like your person will give you flowers. I’m also getting that you will shower with them a lot, your person will love your naked body. you will love the fact that your person will love you bare, you feel comfortable being seen by them. are you insecure of your body? your person will kiss all over your body and your scars if you have any and they will also wash your body too. although they may be known as someone who is dominant, you will love that they can be gentle and loving with you. for a lot of you, I feel like this person will be the first to show you ‘love’ and what love is. have you not received a lot of love in the past? this person will love you so much and kiss your wounds. I heard “bandaging wounds” and “kissing the pain away”. you will love how they care about you so much. when you are hurt, they will stop everything and just come to you and get the first aid kit. It’s so adorable. you will be in disbelief because I think you won’t think anyone could possibly care about you that much. for a lot of you, at first you may dismiss this person because you will think they only like you because of yours appearance and nothing more but you are wrong. I’m also getting major “makeup sex” vibes and healing each other through sex and intimacy. maybe that’s something you like. you will love that this person can bring out another side of you, a side of you that you kept hidden inside for so long. your person will make you feel so comfortable that you feel like you can be reckless, unleash this ‘dark’ side of you and your desires, be yourself. do you have intimacy issues? I think this person will make those issues disappear. I know that you ‘should’ solve your own issues but it’s good to have other people help you too.

THEM

I’m getting scorpio, aquarius, aries, virgo energy here. also pluto and uranus. perhaps you have those signs or your person does. so one thing your person will love about you is your mind, perhaps you have a complex mind. do you have aquarius moon/mercury? whatever, your person will love getting to know you and wanting to walk around in your mind. they would love getting to know every little thing about you, including your thought processes, the ins and outs of your personality, why you do things, everything about your past and your goals, literally they’d want to know your whole being. you’ll love that they’ll find you so interesting and fascinating, perhaps you like attention (especially attention for your mind and ideas). there is a feeling of distance here though, your person may like to observe you at first. kinda stalker-ish vibes but not creepy, more like the type to look through all your Instagram posts from years ago. your person will love you because of how you’re so different and unpredictable. like I’m getting that they will love you because of the random shit you say at times, they’ll find it so funny. also they’ll love catching you doing weird and suspicious things and tease you about it later. you’re like a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved to them. they’ll find you so intelligent and fascinating, pile 03. they’ll love you because you never make them feel bored, you make everyday an adventure for them, you make going to the grocery store fun to them. they will love love love your energy, this love literally goes beyond the physical. It is hard to find someone whose energy and presence just feels right, that’s what it’ll feel like to them when they meet you for the first time. there’s this feeling like “where have you been my whole life? why are you only just coming into my life now?!”. I’m seeing some sort of delay, they may be slow at first or you will be. but when they make their mind up they will be coming to you asap with clear intentions. It’s like they will immediately know that you’re the one for them but they won’t come to you right away, they will take their time observing you and slowly come towards you. by observing I mean just watching your every move when they get to see you and then secretly smiling. I don’t know how to say this, to put it simply, you will just make them smile. they may not be the type of person to smile often but damn, with you, it’s all they do. you bring excitement and joy into their life, you’re the missing piece they never knew they needed. I feel like your person has everything (career, house, money, etc) except love. they’re probably not even the type to care about love but you will change that. It’s also why I think they will be obsessive and possessive over you and hold a tight grip on you because they won’t want to lose you, lose their happiness. another thing that will make them fall in love with you is how you change because of them. a lot of you have intimacy issues that will be helped healed by your person. I am also getting that they will love you giving in to them, they love power. maybe you hold grudges and get pouty a lot but having you give in to them and forgiving them is what your person will love about you. the look of you submitting will make your person weak haha. they will love your facial expressions too.