Erica awoke to Michael shaking her gently and yelling, "Wake up! Wake up! We've landed!"  

She blinked her sleepy eyes at him, waiting for her vision to come into focus, and then said with a yawn, "OK, I'm awake! Let's go."

She unbuckled the seat belt that Michael had fastened again for the landing and brushed through her hair with her fingers, trying to eliminate the bedhead. It was late at night when they got off the plane and gathered their luggage from the baggage carousel. Thankfully, not many people were there, but there were still paparazzi trying to shove cameras in their faces as they made their way out of the airport to the hotel they would be staying at for the next couple of days. From here on out, there were no more breaks. It was performance, travel, performance, travel. And although Erica didn't mind traveling everywhere, she could sense Michael wasn't too exited to start back touring again. He tried to stay positive, though, and didn't let on much about his true feelings. When they arrived at the hotel and checked in, Michael waked her to her hotel room.

"Well, Erica, I hope you have a good night," he said as he opened the door for her to go inside her room.

"Goodnight, Michael," she said, beckoning him to come inside the room with her. The lights were off and it was pitch black.

Smiling, he came closer to her until she shut the door suddenly and pushed him up against it, causing him to let out a small cry. Then her lips found his and she kissed him passionately. His knees buckled a little and he slid down the door, Erica sliding down with him. He started to kiss her back, slowly at first, and then getting faster. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. He began to french kiss her, and his tounge felt warm in her mouth. She was now on the floor sitting in his lap and his hands began to wander up and down her curves, rubbing them slowly and carefully. The sensation of his hands running down her body mixed with the passion of the kiss made Erica's spine tingle. She had never been touched this way before, and she was surprised how impulsive she was at the moment. But it seemed as if she just couldn't hold back when he was around her. She intertwined her tounge with his, relishing the wonderful taste of his mouth. He was sweet like honey, and she just wanted more and more. But then he pulled away from her and caught his breath.

"Damn girl!" He said, panting slightly, "You're quite impatient. Don't you need some sleep?"

He stood up, pulling her up too and opened the door to leave. "I'm sorry, Michael," Erica said as she dusted herself off. But it seems like whenever I'm around you I just can't contain myself," She looked down at floor, embarrassed by her actions.

"It's alright, girl. Just wait until tomorrow and you can have more. I'm starting to get impatient myself." He winked at her and shut the door.

Erica stood there looking at the closed door like an idiot. "Did he really just say that?" She thought. She smiled a naughty smile and finally turned on the light and went into the bathroom so she could get ready for bed. She giggled when she saw her relfection in the mirror. Her hair was a complete mess, her clothes were all wrinkled, and her makeup was smudged everywhere. After cleaning up, she got into her pajamas and hopped into bed. She was exited for tomorrow! Not only could she spend more alone time with Michael, but it was also the start of the concert in Atlanta. And she was excited for it! Her heavy eyelids soon closed and she drifted away to sleep.

The next morning she woke up and immedeately hopped in the shower. She didn't want to be late! She had to meet Michael at the stadium at 10, and it was already 9. She hastily dried off and picked out a comfortable, yet sexy outfit and did her hair and makeup. Then she ate a banana for breakfast. By the time she left the hotel, it was already 9:55 and she was speeding to get to the stadium on time. When she finally got there, she found Michael and greeted him warmly. Michael smiled, walked over to her and teased, "Why were you so late? I thought I told you to be here at 10 o clock sharp!"

Erica giggled and said, "Well I kind of slept in. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course!" Michael said with a smirk, "But only if you give me a kiss to make up for it."

She quickly pecked him on the lips and said, "So now we're good?"

"I think so!" Michael said, returning back to his preperations for the concert.

Erica was busy running and fetching things and helping Michael whenever he needed it. Preperation for a concert was hard work! There were lights to be set up, sound checks to be done, and mechanics to be tested. Even though Michael seemed happy to be back at work, Erica could tell there was something wrong. She came up to him while he was testing the lights and decided to ask him why he was upset.

"Michael," she said, concerned, "You look like there's something wrong. What's up?"

Michael stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. "There's nothing wrong," he said unsurely, "I just have a lot of work to do." He went back to his work.

"I can tell there's something wrong with you. Now please tell me what it is. We need to be honest!"

Michael sighed deeply and said, "Well the truth is touring really takes a lot out of me. I love the fans and all, but sometimes it's hard for me to sleep. I just can never seem to get a rest." He looked sadly at her, hoping for her to understand.

"Oh, Michael. I'm sorry to hear that. I understand you! I'm just glad you told me what was going on. And to be honest, I have trouble sleeping a lot too."

Michael smiled and said, "Really?"

"Really," Erica said, "But for right now we should be positive! Think of something good!"

"OK here it goes," Michael said, "I looovve to tour!" He said as sarcastically as possible.

Erica giggled, "That's the spirit Michael!" And went back to her work. She wished she could help Michael whenever he was feeling down or lonely. She knew how that felt all too well, and she wanted to be there for him always. Soon it was time for the show and as usual, Michael did a fantastic job! All his moves were perfectly timed to the rhythm of the music. When "Dangerous" came on, Erica couldn't help but dance to it backstage. She tried to imitate some of Michael's moves and was glad nobody saw her. She liked to dance, but she knew that she was no good at it. After the show, she met him in his dressing room, gave him a water bottle, and handed him a towel.

"Good job out there!" She said.

"You weren't so bad yourself," he said, laughing.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I saw you dancing backstage, and you were pretty good!" He chugged the water down, compelling Erica to get another bottle for him.

She blushed as she handed him the bottle, "You saw that?"

"Hey, it wasn't that bad!" He said truthfully.

"I haven't told anyone that I like to dance, I'm afraid that they'll judge me. And I know I suck at it," she looked down at her feet.

"Hey," Michael said, "Practice makes perfect. I can help you dance better if you want."

Erica gave him a surprised look and said, "That would be wonderful! As long as you promise not to laugh at me."

"I promise I won't," he said, "Meet me in my room around 11 and I can help you practice."

"Thank you!" Erica said as she gave him  tight hug. She didn't want to let go.

"I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you more," Michael said as he bent down to kiss her. Something about his kisses were different than anyone else. You could just never get enough. Erica kissed him back more passionately, sucking his bottom lip gently. He seemed to like that, and kissed her harder. Her hands tangled in his beautiful curls, and he carressed her back. Just when they were getting into it, a man opened the door and said, "Mr. Jackson, somebody wants to see you--oh, I-I'm sorry. Umm, I'll just leave then."

He closed the door quickly behind him. Michael smiled and said, "Well, this will have to wait until later. Remember to come to my room at 11 for your dancing lessons." And with that he was gone to see who the person was that wanted to see him.

Erica wondered why somebody would want to see him right now, but she shrugged it off and went back to her hotel room, waiting anxiously for 11 o clock to come. When it did, she went up to Michael's room and knocked on the door. She was very nervous, she had butterflies in her stomach. Finally the door opened and Michael welcomed her inside.

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