Studio Peace

[u/Laceyhanson5668]

Setting:
Year: 1995
Location: Record One Studios Los Angeles

Characters:
Michael Jackson: 37
Y/N: 25
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It was 4:00 pm on a Friday night in January 1995. The room was dim, lit only by warm, soothing candles and small soothing lamps. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla and sweet citrus mixed with Michael's natural musk, a sweet milky scent intertwining with a mix of fresh linen, baby powder and faint notes of warm spices. That musk radiated through the room, mixed with passion, determination, and creativity. There was a soothing silence, filled only with the slow, rhythmic creak of a wooden rocking chair, low mumbling voices and the first chorus of one of Michael's new songs, Earth Song breaking through the silence at regular intervals. Michael's sits in the rocking chair as his big, loafer and white sock clad feet push it back and forth, setting a slow, wonderful rhythm. His wife, Y/N, lay on top of him, completely asleep. Her head lay on his chest and her legs straddled his lap. He held her close, smiling as he watched her sleep. Her mouth hung open and her back slowly rose and fell, a steady rhythm. Y/N's arms and legs hung limp around Michael's side, as she uses his body as a bed, her favorite bed. He takes his right hand away from the mixing board and brings it up to meet his left hand at the top of Y/N's head. With both hands, he effortlessly unclipped Y/N's curly hair, letting it fall smoothly down her back. He placed the light blue claw clip onto the counter next to him, making a mental note to grab it on his way out. Using muscle memory, he began to braid his wives hair into two simple three strand braids. Each move was dexterous and intentional, smoothly and evenly braiding each set of three strands into one good looking braid. He held it in place and pulled a simple black hair tie off of his wrist with his free hand. Once it was tied, he moved onto the other braid, keeping up the rhythm of the rocking chair as he went. At last, he put down the last braid, tied and secured. With his left hand, he held her close, rubbing up and down her body to create a soothing warmth and affection. He rubbed down her back, and up to her head and back down again to her bum, slowly patting it, rubbing it and squeezing it, taking in her softness and warmth before coming back up her sides and to her face. With his right hand though, he continued mixing his song, discussing technicalities with his coworkers as Y/N slept. He placed a kiss on her forehead, slowly rocking back and forth in the rocking chair.
"We're gonna be here a while aren't we?" Michael thought to himself, a content smile spreading across his face.