18th of March, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Brooklyn: "I can't believe you made me do this." I mumbled as Michael turned on the music, again.

He chuckled, "You love working with me, admit it. You're enjoying this even more than I am."

I rolled my eyes at him, and heard the first few notes of 'In the Closet'.

My breathing got faster as we danced in sync, never losing eye contact with him.

"Just keep it in the closet." my husband whispered, violently pulling me to him from my waist, just like he was supposed to.

Knowing what this song was about, I actually felt sexy dancing with him, something I hadn't felt ever since I found out I was pregnant.

I guess it made me feel special to know he wrote a song about our sex life - a thing that always made everyone so curious, but has never been spoken about other than within the two of us.

"Bam!" Michael said as the track ended, pretending to close a door. "Come on, one more time. It has to be perfect for tomorrow."

"Mike, can I suggest something?" I questioned.

"Of course, babe. Shoot." he smiled and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"What if we did all of this routine a bit more... Spontaneous? I feel like we're forcing it. Like, this just doesn't get the message out."

"The message? Brooke, it's a straight out sexual song, there is no message." he reminded me.

"Exactly, it's a very sexual song. You're the one who told me you wanted passion in the dance, and I just can't see it. Where's your passion, Mr. Jackson?" I smirked.

Challenging him always made everything more fun.

"I'll show you passion." Michael mumbled, coming closer to me.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, instantly making me wrap my legs around his waist.

Pinning me to the giant mirror, he sucked hard on my neck.

"Is this enough passion for you, Mrs. Jackson?"

His lips traveled down my chest, slightly kissing the skin above my breasts.

"Y-yeah." I breathed.

My husband chuckled deeply and pulled away, "We're doing it again."

"You're such a tease." I said as he scanned my body with his playful eyes.

He put me down on my feet.

Michael gave me a soft kiss before putting on the song again.

~

19th of March, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Michael: Brooklyn and I were getting ready in our dressing room trailer.

I went through the newspaper as she was getting dressed in the bathroom.

"Is it supposed to be this exposing?" Brooke asked.

"Yes, it has to show your beautiful curves and thighs." I answered, turning the page I finished reading.

A certain headline caught my attention: 'Has anyone seen the Jacksons?'

Two big pictures of Brooklyn and I were printed out in the article, from the day we went out to eat with Janet. The day we lost Destiny.

'It has been less than six months since Michael Jackson's fans have learned that the King of Pop will be expecting a baby with his wife, Brooklyn. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson never looked happier, walking around Los Angeles with a visible bump and the upcoming auntie Janet for this new baby. But is it all really one big fairy-tail?'

I stopped reading only to take a deep breath. I had a bad feeling about where this article was going, but the urge to read just didn't go away.

'The couple was last seen on the 23rd of November, with an unfortunate visit to the Santa Ynez Valley Cottage hospita-'

I tore the page and crumpled it in my fist.

I felt my blood boil in my veins, making me want to break something.

People are always trying to get in our business.

I hurried to fold the newspaper neatly and throw the article in my hand to the trash, just in time to see my wife walking out of the little bathroom.

I licked my lips as I saw her wearing the very short white skirt, along with the top that showed the right amount of cleavage.

"Michael, stop staring." she snapped me out of my trance.

I met her unsure eyes, letting me know she was searching for a reaction from me, other than roaming her beautiful body with my gazes.

My lips formed into a mischievous smile.

"You're just too good to be true," I sang. "Can't take my eyes off of you."

"Oh, no." Brooke mumbled.

"You'd be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much." I continued, pulling her close to my body.

"At long last love has arrived, and I thank god I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of yo-"

I was cut off by her lips connecting to mine. The kiss deepened, making me want to taste her more.

I let my hands feel her body when she held onto my neck.

She touched my hand as I tugged on her little skirt.

Brooklyn pulled away, "Michael, there are people outside. A lot of people."

"I don't care." I said, taking her over to the big satin couch that was placed at the end of the trailer.

I gently placed her down and went over to the door, locking it.

"No one's gonna interrupt us." I reassured.

Taking off my red v-neck tee, I made my way over to her.

As I lay on top of her, I felt her body relax, letting me know she gave into my touch.

~

Brooklyn: Michael's body collapsed onto mine and he put his head on my chest.

I was still wearing my not so covering top, but my skirt has been thrown by him somewhere in the trailer.

I played with his now messy ponytail.

"I really missed this. I really missed you." he said.

My husband kissed my lips passionately, which made me want him again. And again, and again, until we both ran out of powers.

How I missed feeling him. God, it was torture to wait this long to feel him inside me again.

A knock on the door made him groan and pull away from me, annoyed as much as I was.

"We'll continue this at home." he got off of me.

Michael quickly found our clothes on the floor, and threw my skirt to me.

I watched him as he pulled on his briefs and jeans, putting on my own clothes.

"What?" he smiled as he covered his bare torso with his shirt.

I bit my bottom lip, "I missed you, too."

"Yeah, I noticed." he winked.

I rolled my eyes and tried to hid a smile. He just knew how to get to me.

Michael fixed his hair quickly before unlocking the door.

Karen was standing there, a smile spread across her face.
"Makeup time, guys."

Since I knew Karen well enough, her facial expression told me she heard everything.

"Karen?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she said, checking out the foundation that matched Michael's skin tone.

"What did you hear?"

"Oh, nothing. No one heard you outside, if that's what you're asking." she said, the sarcasm clear in her voice.

"Oh, no." Michael turned into a deep shade of red.

Karen chuckled, "Why don't we get rid of that blush?"

~

"That was intense." I said as we got into the car that was taking us home, away from the hot air of Salton Sea.

Michael nodded in agreement.

"Steve, let's get out of here." he said, sounding very impatient.

I put a hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze, "What is it?"

"I just want to get home," he leaned close to me, putting his lips near my ear. "And make sweet, beautiful love to you."

I giggled, "We just shot for twelve hours, and I don't think I need to remind you who was grinding on who, Mr. 'I don't do dirty dancing'. We were hotter than the desert sun."

Michael thew his head back in laughter and held his stomach.

~

23rd of April, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Janet is 25, and Michael is 33

Janet: "There's something about you baby that makes me want to give it to you..." I sang along to Michael's vocals.

Him and Brooklyn invited me to watch the premiere of 'In the Closet'.

I was very excited for my best friend. After all, it was her first music video, ever. My brother was excited as well, he always said dancing with her was one of his favorite things.

"This is like watching you two have sex. Horrifying." Chris mumbled behind me.

"Thank you for being supportive." Brooke told him.

I heard Jackie, Randy, Tito, Marlon, and Jermaine burst out in laughter at Chris's comment.

"He's got a point, Mike." Jermaine winked at Michael.

"You all are horrible. Absolutely horrible." my best friend said.

I held back a giggle when I saw my parents and Joshua sit uncomfortably on the red chairs of the Neverland theater as they watched quietly.

"If my opinion matters, this is great. I love it." I smiled at Brooklyn and Michael.

"Thank you, Dunk. It means a lot."

Randy coughed, "Kiss ass."

"I'm just trying to support my brother and his wife, something other people aren't doing." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry that I'm not getting excited to see someone dry hump my little sister." Chris said.

Cynthia hit his chest.

"Ow."

"Pfft, 'someone'. We've been married for over five years. You wish dry humping was the only thing we've done, Christopher." Michael scoffed.

Get it, Mike.

My brothers cheered at that.

Just by his and Brooke's body language I knew they were fucking again. It was obvious to someone who knew them as well as I did.

I laughed at my brother's sass as he flushed red, and hid his face in Brooke's shoulder.

~

7th of July, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Michael: I chased Brooke around the stage as I sang into the microphone.

Somehow, God knows how, I persuaded her to join me on tour again.

But unfortunately, I didn't have enough time in the shows to keep 'The Way You Make Me Feel' on the set list. So, this was her last time performing the song, and then she'll only participate as a backup dancer.

We met in the middle of the stage and locked eyes.

"Kiss me." I mouthed.

Her eyes widened, unsure if to do it or not. I nodded slightly to let her know she had my approval.

I leaned my body to her, holding her by her waist.

Our lips touched for only a second, but it was enough to make the audience go wild, just like I wanted.

My wife gracefully walked away, making me chase her again.

Soon enough she disappeared backstage, and I continued performing.

~

8th of July, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 33

Michael: "This was such a long day." Brooklyn mumbled as we walked into the hotel suite.

I agreed, still feeling the adrenaline rush through my body. I never liked touring because this would usually happen.

She went into the bedroom and I heard her fall on the bed.

I followed her and saw her laying flat on her stomach.

"Come on, stinky. We gotta shower." I said, trying to pull her up.

"But I wanna sleeeep." she whined.

I rolled my eyes and picked her up over my shoulder.

"This is actually pretty comfortable." she said into my back.

I put her down as I reached the bathroom.
"There, fill up the tub for us. I'll be right back." I kissed her lips.

Going over to the hotel phone, I picked it up and pressed the number one.

"Room service." a lady with a thick Italian accent answered.

"Hi, this is Michael Jackson. I'd like to have a bottle of your finest champagne, with two glasses. Oh, and a big bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate, please." I said.

"Of course, sir. We'll send it up immediately. Would you like anything else?"

"No, thank you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sir." the lady said.

I hung up and sighed.

"Michael, are you coming?" Brooke called from the bathroom.

"In a second!" I told her.

A knock on the suite door was heard a few moments later, making me run to open it.

Brandon looked annoyed as he held a trolley with everything I ordered in front of him.

"You're lucky I'm doing the night shift. Damn it, Mike, it is late. What the hell is going on in that head of yours?" he asked.

"It's our anniversary." I reminded him.

"Oh, right. Well, have fun. And try not to wake up the whole damn floor."

He shook his head as he walked away, and I hurried to close the door.

~

Brooklyn: I was already sat in the big tub as Michael walked in with a tray.

I saw a bottle of a probably too expensive champagne dunked in a bucket full of ice, two tall glasses, and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

He was really romantic most of the time, but when it came to celebrating our anniversary it would go to a whole different level.

I smiled, "Aren't you the sweetest?"

"Why, thank you." he bit his bottom lip and set the tray down.

As he was stripping out of his clothes I popped a strawberry into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste.

Michael opened the bottle and poured the bubbly wine into both of the glasses, and gave me one.

He sat across from me and we clinked our glasses, each of us taking a long sip.

"Happy anniversary, babe."

"Happy anniversary, Mike."

My husband leaned his body on mine so our lips could meet.

When we broke apart, his lips showed a hint of a smile. "Did you see the way the crowd reacted when you kissed me? I live for these moments."

I rolled my eyes and saw him take another sip of his glass.

"I didn't think it would be that good." he said, picking up the bottle to read the label.

A grin spread across my face as I watched him read curiously. His legs were strectched out across the tub, his toes touching my right thigh.

I could've taken him right then and there if I wasn't as tired as I was.

"Strawberry?" I offered, picking up the bowl.

"Mmhm, yes please. I haven't eaten since breakfast." Michael said.
I held out a strawberry and he took a bite.

~

An hour and a whole bottle of champagne later, we found ourselves tangled naked on the bed.

"Is this something you also live for?" I asked.

"Of course. Every day." Michael answered.

I kissed his chest and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Damn it, we have one hour to sleep." I mumbled.

"So there's no point in trying to fall asleep, you know that won't happen. We'll have enough time to catch some sleep on the plane to Germany."

I groaned.

Michael chuckled and gave my forehead a kiss, "You're adorable when you're cranky."

"Shut up, you're more tired than I am. Remind me again, how much sleep have you gotten in the last three days?" I said.

"Total? Uh, four hours, maybe? Yeah, I think that sounds about right."

Jesus, this man was over doing himself.

"It's a travel day tomorrow, so you're sleeping anywhere you can. No excuses. When we get to the hotel in Cologne, we're going straight to bed. Got it?"

He saluted, "Sir, yes, sir!"

I ran my finger over his lips and gave him the millionth kiss of that night.

"You know," he smiled cheekily. "We have another hour until Brandon will come knocking on the door..."

My husband kissed me again before I pushed my naked self to sit on his stomach.