{HIStory era – 1996}

You're watching Michael shoot his new short film Stranger In Moscow, from a little room by the set. He doesn't know you're here because he's been so focused on his work, so if he finds you here, it'll be a surprise for him.

All you can focus on is how sexy he looks when he's covered head-to-foot with "rain water". The wet look is really attractive to you. You watch him as he throws his head back, the water pouring down on him, then he raises his arms, using his hands to wipe the excess water from his face.

He continues to stand in the rain, letting it soak him even more, until one of the crew members begins to chuckle a little. A very confused Michael loses his focus, averting his eyes to the crew member.

"What's so funny?" he asks seriously, completely puzzled.

The crew member points at Michael's face, which draws attention to it. A couple other crew members see what he's pointing at, and begin to snicker. His make-up artist Karen then appears, an extremely guilty look on her face.

"Michael, I think you should look in a mirror," she advises him, blinking rapidly because some of the water is hitting her; she's rather close to Michael, "Here."

She hands him a mirror, and he looks in it to find his eyeliner has run down his face from the "rain". With a look of horror plastered over his face, he places the mirror back in Karen's hands.

"I thought eyeliner was water resistant!" he cries, widening his eyes, shifting his gaze to Karen.

"I-I did too, Michael! I could have sworn it was waterproof eyeliner—"

"Tell that to my panda eyes!" Michael retorts, covering his face, clearly embarrassed, "I gotta go get this off. I'll be right back."

He dashes from set, running towards the room you're in. He's going to find out you're here – it won't be such a surprise soon. The door opens to the room, as his eyes capture yours. His widen even further, whilst yours remain the same.

"One-sided mirror windows," he mutters under his breath, "I didn't know you were here, baby!" His anger seems to have disappeared, just from seeing you.

"Hey Michael. Uh ... surprise?" A small laugh accompanies your words.

He grins, walking over to you and embracing you, "Ignore the panda eyes. Karen didn't do her job right."

You pull away, "You look cute as a panda."

"Not when I'm supposed to be a human being in a rainy city," he argues playfully, slicking some of his wet hair back, "Are there any tissues in here? I need to get the make-up off."

"Sure; here." You hand him a box of tissues, which he uses to wipe away the eyeliner that's running down his face, as well as the excess water.

"Thanks. Is it all gone?" He blinks a couple times, moving his face around so you can get a decent look.

"Yeah, it's gone. So ... have fun on set." You give a warm smile, rubbing his wet arm lovingly.

He pauses a moment, before his eyes move to the set. There's no one there, because Michael basically gave them a break whilst he was removing the make-up. A mischievous smile spreads across his face as he looks back at you.

"Can I try something I've always wanted to try?" he questions.

You furrow your eyebrows, shrugging, "Uh, sure. Why not?"

Before you realise, he grabs your hand and drags you out to the set, in the "rain".

"I always wanted to kiss in the rain," he states.

Without warning, he forces his lips against yours, immediately deepening the kiss by applying more pressure. Then, he lifts you up, raising you higher than him. Your hands cup his face, whilst his hold your position in midair. He spins you around, creating a light-weighted, romantic atmosphere between you both; it's almost as if you two are the only people in existence in this moment.

The "rain" soaks the pair of you, and you feel individual droplets run down your face. The droplets from your hair fall onto Michael's face, dampening his skin as you both take slow, deep pecks at one another's lips. Your hair is sticking to your forehead by now; Michael's is slicked back tightly to avoid that.

Sadly, it's only a matter of time before you both slowly pull away from one another, and Michael sets you down gently. His face remains close to yours as he raises his arm, letting the tips of his fingers softly caress your cheek. His eyes are looking longingly at your lips, so to fulfil his desire, he bends down and places one final kiss upon them.

It's then that you hear some scattered applause, and a couple wolf whistles, so you both turn around to see the entire crew watching you. Michael blushes, whilst you just laugh anxiously. You're a little embarrassed.

Michael scratches the back of his neck, "Perhaps I better get shooting. We can do this again tomorrow, though." He gives you a sweet smile, before quickly pecking your lips one last time, "Go watch from the other room. It won't be long, babe."

"Okay," you answer, "I liked kissing in the rain."

"Me too." He finally separates his fingers from your face, letting you go to the next room.

You sit and watch as Michael continues his shoot, but you're simply dreaming of the next time you can both kiss in the rain. It was truly romantic to you.

Perhaps Michael could get panda-eyes a little more often ...

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I've never seen this kind of imagine before so ... yeah. I hope you liked it! :)