The Great Craving Getaway
Pairing: Michael x black reader (wife)
Preview: Your pregnant and home alone when a craving hits. Maybe you can slip out before Michael gets home, right?
Content: Fluffy goodness, protective Michael, bit suggestive at the end.
A/N: On the fence about this one, but hope ya'll enjoy!
As always likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated.
Neverland Ranch, Sept 1991; 12:30am
Comfortably lounging on the couch, you were content with a copy of Rochele Alers’ ‘My Love’s Keeper’, when a sudden urge hit you like a mack truck. The craving for a Mexican pizza and hard shell tacos was instant.
Rubbing a soothing hand over your 6 months pregnant belly, you hoped the motion would alleviate the sudden kick your son had just delivered to your side.
“Alright little one, mommy is trying to finish this chapter please.” You cooed.
As if that wasn’t a good enough reason, he kicked again harder.
“Well that was just rude, nugget.” You protested, rubbing a palm over the offended area.
Placing your bookmark and closing the book. You set it down on the table and tossed the throw blanket off your legs. Since you were so rudely interrupted, by your own child no less, it was decided you were venturing out in search of food.
Luckily Michael was still in the studio working on his latest album, ‘Dangerous’ and wouldn’t be home for at least a couple hours, plenty of time for you to satiate your craving and be back home with no one none the wiser.
Glancing down at the oversized Spelman sweatshirt, black leggings and white crew socks you wore, it would have to suffice. Sliding your feet into the black birkenstocks resting on the shoe rack by the door, you grabbed your crossbody draping it across your frame and shuffled toward the side door just off the kitchen.
With keys in hand you locked the door behind you and stepped out into the slightly cool night heading toward your red 300 class Mercedes Benz. Keeping the top up and grateful for tinted windows, you gingerly slid into the seat, sticking the key into the ignition starting the car.
Jodeci’s sultry and melodic opening to “Come and Talk to Me” filled the space and you said a quick prayer for safe travels and that your husband wouldn’t find out you’d left the ranch.
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Removing the headset from his head and twisting his neck to relive the stiffness of being in the recording booth for 12 hours straight, Michael was weary and exhausted. A hot shower, soft bed and his wife were the only comforts he wanted now.
“Hey Mike, that was it man. We’re wrapping for the night!” Teddy Riley’s voice came through the speakers.
Michael was experimenting with a new sound, ‘New Jack Swing’ and in turn working with Teddy the originator of said sound. The album was shaping up beautifully and at nearly two years, was near completion.
Being a perfectionist took its toll at times, but he knew it would more than be worth the late nights, worn vocal chords and rushed kisses from his wife.
Stepping out the booth, Michael bore a tired smile on his angelic face. “Those background vocals are gonna hit just right. I’m pleased with them.” He declared.
Flicking his wrist, he noted the time; quarter to one. Definitely time to get home to my babies. He thought.
“I’ll be in tomorrow afternoon Teddy, have a good night man.” Michael announced as he gathered his black fedora and sunglasses in hand and left the studio.
He found Bill waiting for him in the idling car. Not wasting a moment, he opened the rear passenger door and damn near collapsed onto the soft seat.
Without fully turning, Bill let a small chuckle escape. “Bout wore yourself out again huh Joker?”
“The price of fame and perfection Bill, but I miss my bed and my wife.” Michael huffed out a tired sigh.
“Then let’s get you home so you can be welcomed by both.” Bill suggested as he pulled off into the sleepy California night.
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Nodding off under his fedora, Michael’s sleep laden eyes peered open when the car came to a stop.
“Michael, you’re home. Gone head and get some rest cat, I’ll see you later today.” Bill announced.
“Thanks Bill, good night.” Michael yawned.
“Night son.” Bill lightly chuckled with a small shake of his head.
Michael exited the vehicle sluggishly and ambled toward the front door. Unlocking and pushing the door open, he noted the soft glow of a lamp supplying the only source of light. Walking fully into the foyer, he gently closed the door so as not to startle or wake you.
However, unknown to Michael you were presently nowhere to be found in the house.
Following the faint brightness as if a fairy was dropping pixie dust, his eyes flicked around the family room expecting to possibly see your smiling face but only a forgotten book and rumpled throw blanket remained.
Assuming you were probably in bed fast asleep, Michael made his way up the winding staircase, mindful of creaking steps. Reaching the top of the landing he removed his fedora and tugged the ponytail holder from his loose curls.
Pulling a hand through the strands, he detangled a few knots, silently wishing they were your fingers instead. He always enjoyed the scalp massages and the way your nails felt against the nape of his neck.
Padding silently into the bedroom, he was grateful for the guidance of the bed side lamp on his night stand so he didn’t stumble and disturb you. Placing the fedora and ponytail holder on the couch in the sitting area of your shared bedroom, Michael stopped short.
Frozen for just a moment, he turned his head almost owlishly and finally noticed the empty, perfectly made bed.
Brows furrowing and nose scrunched, he scratched his head.
“Tink, where you at girl?” he called out, the old nickname slipping past his tongue with ease
Darting to the bathroom, it was empty. The spare bedrooms on the second floor, no signs of life.
Racing in and out of the kitchen, theatre room, study and sunroom calling out your name, a sense of panic started creeping up Michael’s spine and came to breathe on his neck.
“Baby, answer me please!” Michael’s anxious voice rang out.
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In no time flat you’d reached your destination, Taco Bell and were rocking from side to side happily as you pulled into the drive thru. Mouth practically salivating, you came to a stop in front of the speaker box.
“Welcome to Taco Bell, what can I get you?”
“Hello, yes can I get a number four with extra sour cream on the pizza please?” You ordered with excitement.
“Sure and what would you like for your drink?”
“Hmm, it’s late so I’ll get a Sierra Mist please.” You replied.
“Alright, I have a number four with extra sour cream on the Mexican pizza with a Sierra Mist for the drink. Any sauces for you ma’am?”
“Yes, hot and mild. Oh oh and can I have light ice in the soda please?” You chirped.
“Sure thing. Please pull forward to the first window for your total.”
“Thank yooou!” you responded in a sing song voice.
Paying for your order, you double checked the bag making sure everything was inside and correct. Not making your baby wait any longer, you parked in the closest space, shut the ignition off and pulled out a taco.
That poor taco never stood a chance! Tearing open a packet of mild sauce, you drizzled the condiment over the top and took your first bite.
Devouring the fatty goodness, you let the flavors settle on your tongue long enough to finish the crunchy stuffed shell in a few bites. Wiping your mouth of any crumbs, you took a few swigs of soda and balled up the used wrapper. Tossing it into the bag on your front seat, you placed a hand on your stomach.
“Alright baby boy, let’s get home ASAP cause I think your daddy should have left the studio by now.” You voiced with a hint of apprehension.
You knew it would be a bit risky slipping out this late, but you figured with Michael’s schedule the odds would be in your favor. So color you surprised, when you arrived at the front gate and Bobby, the night guard on watch stopped you.
Bringing your car to a stop, your window crept down. Peering out the window, the hairs on the back of your neck raised as if in warning.
Bobby ambled over, approaching your door with a heavy sigh.
“Mrs. Jackson, I promise I didn’t give anything away but he called down here asking if I’d noticed you leaving the property. I told him it was the middle of a shift change and I hadn’t seen or heard anything amiss.” He assured you solemnly.
Dropping your head, you closed your eyes and groaned. “Oh shit, I’m in trouble.” you murmured dejectedly.
“I’m sure he’ll be more worried and relieved than upset darlin.” Bobby reached in patting your arm in encouragement.
With a huff, you inched toward the main house not in a hurry to face your husband’s handsome face contorted with worry.
Parking in your usual spot, just outside the garage, you grabbed your food and drink heading into the house. The first thing you noticed was how bright everything was, it appeared Michael had illuminated the entire house in his search for you.
Setting the bag on the kitchen island, you placed your keys next to it.
In a blur of red and black, Michael was upon you, cupping your face in his hands.
“Where the hell were you Tink? I was going outta my mind girl!” Michael stepped back, assessing your body from head to toe, ensuring you and his son were safe.
Laying steady and gentle hands on his forearms, you started soothing him in slow broad strokes.
“Breathe baby, we’re fine. I just stepped out for some food.” You assured him in your melodic voice.
At six months pregnant with your first child, Michael constantly worried and waited on you hand and foot so your little late night adventure was bout to give him a heart attack.
A few minutes ambled by before his heart rate stabilized and his chest stopped heaving. Like a switch was flipped, irritation and a bit of anger flooded Michael’s brain.
“So you mean to tell me, you went to get food this late at night? Didn’t even think to call and let me know you’d be leaving the house?”
Ducking your head, your pretty brown eyes peered up at Michael from under your long doll like lashes.
“Well, the baby was hungry and I really wanted a Mexican pizza.” You pouted, hoping the innocent act would play in your favor.
“Tuh!” Michael folded his arms across his broad chest. “Baby, I love you but you puttin’ yourself and our son at risk for fast food ain’t it.”
At that moment, you’d wished you had gotten him a chicken enchilada. Damn, girl. The little devil on your shoulder tsked.
“In my defense, I thought I’d have plenty of time to go and come back without you even knowing. Blame the kid, he wanted Mexican food and it wasn’t like I was gonna cook this late.” You retorted.
No longer able to resist, you made a move for your food, reaching into the bag to pull out the remaining hard taco supreme. Grabbing packets of sauce, you poured the hot and mild combination on top and stuffed your face.
Michael just stood there in mild disbelief and amusement watching you scarf down the taco.
“What?” you asked, mouth full.
Reaching out to your extended stomach, Michael rubbed gently.
“You’d better get your fill son, cause ya mama is still in trouble.” He spoke to his son while staring you dead in the eyes.
Gulping down the rest of the taco, you knew that look. Michael had a storm brewing behind his big soulful eyes which usually brought a heady mix of both pleasure and pain.
“M–michael baby, it’s late. Don’t you wanna get some rest, I know it’s been a long day for you.” You tried redirecting.
A dark chuckle left his lips, “Nah mama, I’m wide awake now since my pregnant wife decided to sneak out of our home and damn near scare me to death. Now I’ve gotta remind you what happens when you’re a bad girl.”
Bending to place a kiss on your forehead, he snaked a hand behind you and delivered a swift slap to your ass.
“Oooh” You shrieked, getting aroused.
“Finish your food baby, when you’re done, meet me upstairs in 15 minutes. And don’t make me wait, Tink.”
Strolling out of the kitchen, Michael made his way back up the winding staircase with a smug strut.
No, that man didn’t just leave you horny in the middle of the damn kitchen with an ache between your thighs.
Rubbing your swollen belly, you cut into your pizza that you’d placed on the island.
“That’s your damn daddy and he knows he’s too slick for his own good.” you grinned.
With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you polished off the pizza and finished your soda. Tidying up the kitchen of your trash, you flicked the light switch, plunging the space into darkness.
Sauntering up the staircase, you couldn’t keep the extra sway out of your hips in anticipation of the punishment that awaited you.
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