After a particularly rough rehearsal, Michael found himself longing to see you more than ever. It had only been 2 days since he was last face to face with you, and only 17 and half hours since he's heard your sweet voice through the phone. And still, he just had to see you before your scheduled date.

"Bill, straight to my lady's place." He smiled eagerly, ready to see the happy look on your face when he turned up at your door almost 7 hours early.

"She know you're comin, Joker?" Bill glanced at him from the rearview mirror.

"Nope!" He smiled brightly.

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Loud music blasted through your apartment, the speakers that Michael had bought you already being put to use. Michael's newest album, Thriller, spun on your turntable, his sweet voice following you all through the small living space.

You had decided to allow yourself a nice spa day before your dinner with Michael. You had been lounging all day, doing absolutely nothing but planning your outfit, how you would style your hair, and which lip combo you wanted to go with.

You had just taken the longest most relaxing bath known to man, bubbled practically overflowing from the edge of the tub, scented candles burning carefully, your hair wrapped up in the softest turkish cotton towel. It was pure bliss.

It took every ounce of your will power to pull yourself from the warm water. Once you found the strength, you carefully stepped out of the bath, wrapping a towel around your torso as you stepped up to the mirror.

You hummed quietly as you applied some ridiculously expensive mask to your face. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for your date with Michael, which meant looking absolutely ridiculous beforehand.

You were currently dancing around your apartment haphazardly, a deep green face mask covering your face, hair pinned up in a protective style, a large t-shirt with your boyfriend's face covering your body. You wore an old stained pair of sweat shorts under the large shirt. You laid out your dress and heels, laying them carefully across the edge of your bed. You sang wildly as you moved to the kitchen, fixing yourself a warm cup of tea.

"I WANT TO LOVE YOU, PTY! PRETTY YOUNG THANG!" You sang loud and obnoxiously, not caring if your neighbors would voice another complaint.

Michael smiled to himself as he stood outside your door, ready to see the happy look on your face. He gently knocked on the door, bouncing on his feet as he heard you approach the door. You skipped over to the door, completely unsuspecting. The absolute last person you expected to be on the other side of the door was Michael. Yet, as the door swung open you were met with his bright eyes, a large smile plastered on his face.

You blinked, eyebrows shooting up in horror. "Michael!?"

He nodded, "Surprise!!"

You let out a small yelp as you looked down at your attire, slamming the door in his face. "You- you're not supposed to be here!!" You yelled through the door.

Michael's laugh was muddled by the thick wood of the door, "I know, baby, I just wanted to surprise you. Why don't you open up the door?"

"No thank you-" You squeeked out.

"Why?" He tried the doorknob. You held it shut.

"Cause I don't look right!" You frowned.

"That's impossible, now open up. I've been dyin to see your pretty face all day." He pushed at the door carefully.

You leaned against it, not giving in. "That's the thing! My face aint pretty, I've got on a mask and nothin under it."

He smiled, heart melting. "You're pretty no matter what, baby. I don't care what you look like, you're just as gorgeous as ever. Now please let me in, I wanna hold you."

His sweet words slowly coaxed you to open the door. You hid behind it, but allowed him into your space. "You shoulda called me, Mikey. I would've gotten much more presentable for you."

Michael gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into his line of sight. "Nah, you don't have to do all that for me. I'm just glad I'm gettin blessed with your presence. Plus you look real cute like this." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "And I really like this shirt you're wearin." He teased.

You looked away, your face heating up. "Yeah, the guy on it's pretty cute."

He smiled, "And whoever you're listenin to can really sing."

That managed a laugh from your lips, "Oh yeah, I heard he's the best performer of our time."

"That so?" He rubbed small circles against your hip.

You hummed nodding slightly.

"Well I'm sure he's got the best girl there is to offer."

You playfully rolled your eyes, "You're such a flirt." You patted his chest as you pulled yourself from his grip, heading into the kitchen.

He followed after you like a puppy, eyes scanning your bare legs. "I cant help myself, you make it so easy."

You turned and raised a brow, "You callin me easy?"

He blinked, eyes wide, "No! No of course not! I'm only tryin to say that you- well I just- I think you look nice and."

You laughed, quickly pecking his cheek. "Just teasin, Mikey."

He smiled bashfully. "Y'know... I was lookin forward to our dinner reservations, but I wouldn't be opposed to joinin in on whatever it is you're doin." He gestured to your face mask.

You laughed, "You want me to put a face mask on you?"

"Oh is that what they're called?" He played dumb. Of course he knew what they were, his makeup team had always had a habit of giving him one after particularly long shoot days when he was filming Thriller. But he knew if he played the fool, you were more likely to get all up in his space to help apply it, and he just couldn't resist the urge.

You laughed, "Yes Michael, that's what they're called. And they're super soothing, but are you sure you want to cancel our dinner plans?"

"If that's okay with you. It was a pretty hard day at rehearsal, and as much as a dinner sounds nice, I think just lounging around with my girl sounds even better. Especially with you lookin all cute in a t-shirt with my face all over it."

You smiled, shoulders relaxing as his arms found their place around your waist again. "Alright, come on lover boy." You tugged him to your bathroom, making him sit on the ledge of your tub. You grabbed the small container of your face mask and the applicator. Michael watched as you stood above him, leaning down to carefully grab his face.

He gently reached up, hands grabbing your hips and guiding you onto his lap. You settled yourself on either side of him, biting back a smile. You held his chin in your hand, tilting it up slightly. You gently brushed the mask onto his face, fully focused on making it as nice as possible.

Michael watched with heart eyes as you bit your lip every so slightly in full concentration. He smiled brightly, gripping your hips tightly in his hands. The whole thing was so domestic, it made Michael's heart swell with pride.

Once you were done you leaned back and admired your work, humming approval and pecking his lips gently. “All done, just gotta let it sit for an hour.”

He nodded, helping you stand back up. “Where’s that camera I got you?”

“Hmm, on my vanity, why?” You looked over at him from the sink.

“Cause I wanna take a picture before you wash yours off! Save the memory!” He smiled and disappeared into your room, returning seconds later with the camera.

He pulled you close, carefully directing the lens towards the both of you. You smiled, your head tilted towards his as his arm wrapped around your waist tightly. The flash went off, a large polaroid shooting out the top of the camera.

He shook the picture as you washed off your mask, patting your face dry with a clean towel. He kept his gaze on your face, admiring your natural beauty.

You glanced at him through the mirror, “You’re starin, Mikey.”

He smiled and nodded, “Sure am.”

You smile to yourself, pulling him out of the bathroom and into your living room. The rest of the night consisted of movies, ice cream, teasing, and a whole lot of kissing.

As he left the apartment that night, he stared down at the sweet photo in his hands. When Bill picked him up, he leaned over the center console, showing Bill the picture with pride before carefully placing it in his wallet. He made sure to remind himself to pay you more surprise visits.