| Maria looked at him, suddenly put at ease with his teasing tone. "Don't talk to me like I'm 5 years old." She told him with a small smile and in a light, joking voice. "Come on spaceboy." She grinned at him as she got out of the car and started to her front door, looking over her shoulder expectantly at him when she stopped at the door. "Yes ma'am!" Michael saluted sharply. Lowering his hand, he grinned and followed her up to the door. "So, ya going to open this door, or do I get to play 'blow off the knob'?" he asked, raising his right eyebrow. "Funny..really." Maria said shaking her head slightly as she unlocked the front door and opened it. She walked in, dumping her stuff on a table, gesturing for Michael to close the door behind him, "So..living room? Or my room?" She questioned as she walked a little ways down the hall, then spun around to face him Michael had been following behind, at a slight distance. When Maria stopped and faced him, he walked right up to her. Closing the distance between them in a few short steps, he placed both his hands on her hips, rubbing lightly. Michael lowered his mouth to hers, breathing his answer softly, "How about right here?" "Right here's fine.." Maria murmured as she looked into his eyes, then let them flutter shut as she pressed her lips softly against his. Her hands ran up his arms and locked around his neck, pulling his body close to hers as her soft kiss turned more heated. "Mmm... you taste wonderful.." Michael whispered against her lips. Pulling her as close as possible, he slowly walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall. He loved the feel of her body against his. Keeping her pinned between him and the wall, he left her lips to explore the gentle slope of her neck. After pressing a few open mouth kisses against her skin, he pulled away and lightly blew on the marks. With a low moan, Michael began traveling his hands between her hips and waist slowly. Enjoying the way she trembled ever so slightly in his arms. "Michael..." Maria whimpered quietly as he kissed her neck, her hands falling to his back. Her hands slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt, gently touching his back..his sides, his stomach, anywhere she could get her hands. She moaned low in her throat, her breathing floating past his ear as he continued to show his attention to her neck. She arched her back off the wall and into his body, silently pleading for more. Her hands, moving around beneath his shirt, were driving him insane. "Maria!" he whispered urgently, her name half exclamation, half plea. Micheal pulled back slightly, just long enough to shrug out of his tee. Dropping it on the floor beside them, he pressed against her tightly. He let his hands slid up Maria's back, pulling the hem of her tee up as well, savoring the hot satin that was her skin. Maria moaned quietly as his hands touched her skin beneath her shirt. She lightly kissed his neck, then dropped to his shoulder, running her soft kisses acros his bare skin. Her hands dropped from his back and she pushed him away lightly, her breathing labored as she quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head, dropping it to the floor. She didn't have time to be self-concious about being infront of him in her bra as she pulled him back to her. She moan at the contact of their skin touching, "Michael..." She whispered softly as she gazed at him. Michael gasped as Maria's shirt came off. The sight of her lacy little bra, the blue offset by her pale creamy skin was breath-taking. He moaned a little against her skin, placing a small kiss at the nape of her throat. Running his hands up and down her back, he pulled her close. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss in between her breasts. Maria's eyes widened, then closed slowly with a moan as her head rolled back against the wall, "Oh goddess.." She murmured quietly as sensations racked her body. Her hand slightly weaved through his spikey hair and gently tugged him upward. She kissed his lips hungerly when they were face to face again, her fingers running down his back then coming around to the front to lightly caress his chest, then stop on his stomach above his pants buckle. Michael deepened the kiss, loving the sweet and spicy taste of her. Reaching behind her gently, he snapped open the back strap of Maria's bra. He reached up and slowly slid the straps down her arms, letting his mouth follow his eyes down her shoulder to the top of her left breast. Taking her nipple into his mouth, Michael used his tongue to tease her into a hard peak. "Michael!" Maria half gasped, half moaned as she arched into his touch, his mouth. "Oh god, don't stop.." She breathed out as her hands came up to grasp his shoulders. She had never, never even thought about letting a guy get this close to her, to touch her like this, let alone the resident bad boy. She could feel her legs starting to give out beneath her because of the pleasure she was recieving, "Michael...bedroom." She whimpered quietly. Michael chuckled huskily. Switching to her other breast, he teased her small nipple mercilessly. "Bedroom, huh?" he whispered against her tender skin. "Please...the bedroom.." Maria murmured as she looked down at him through lust hazed eyes, shuddering in pleasure as his breath tickled against her skin. One of her hands dropped between them and with a boost of confidence, she grazed the quite obvious bulge in his pants. "Bedroom Michael.." She said, her voice ordering in a husky tone. Michael's breath caught sharply as Maria's hand lightly touched the front of his pants. "Maria.." The name came out more as a moan than a statement. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his head laying softly against her stomach. Running his hands lightly up and down her jean clad legs, he lifted his head and placed soft kisses against her stomach. As he began to stand, he let both hands trail slowly along the inside of her thighs. "Bedroom.." he agreed, his voice husky. Maria moaned, glaring playfully at him, "You keep that up and I won't be able to walk..." She scolded teasingly. She kissed him hard on the lips and pushed off the wall as her arms locked behind his neck again, slowly walking him backwards towards her open bedroom door. She walked in, kicking the door shut behind her she pushed him, almost roughly, down on her bed. She flashed him a grin as she crawled up his body, trailing kisses along his stomach and chest as she came up to straddle his hips, "Hi.." She said quietly as she came back up to his face, kissing his jaw lightly. He smiled back softly, "Hi." Pulling her down to him, Michael crushed his lips to hers. Maria's hair fell over her shoulders, lightly brushing his face. Michael grasped one of her curls, tugging on it gently. She moaned into his mouth as she grinded her lower body into his, needing the friction. "Michael?" She pulled back lightly, his name a questioned as she looked down at him breahtlessly. She didn't want to stop, she didn't have any control left, she wanted him, plain and simple, and she knew *he* wanted her back, the evidence was poking into her at that very moment. She kissed his lips softly, then trailed down to suck gently at his neck, letting her chest rest against his. Michael could only moan in response. As Maria rubbed against him, he could feel the heat radiating from her small body. He ran his hands down her bare back, cupping her butt to pull her against him. Running his fingertips lightly around the top of her jeans, he fumbled with the buttons. Michael whispered her name softly, his lips pressed against hers. He couldn't believe how she made him feel. He forgot everything when he was around her... one kiss from Maria could block out the entire world. She even managed to blur those lines that had always divided Michael from the rest of the world. Sometimes, he almost felt normal. Maria's breathing quickened as his fingers began to unbutton her jeans. She rolled off him and onto her back next to him, finished what he had begun. She lifted her hips and wiggled out of her jeans, kicking her shoes off at the same time. She reached over to him and lightly tugged at his arm, pulling him half on her as she kissed his neck, "Michael..." She breathed out as her hands stopped at his jeans again, trying to undo them. She looked up at him, her mind not yet registering that she was laying practically beneath him in just her underwear, at the foot of her bed...and that she was letting this boy...not even that, this 'alien' touch her in ways she wouldn't let anyone else...and she was enjoying it too. Michael exhaled harshly, the feel of Maria's hands on his skin was mind-blowing. Trying to maintain a bit of self-control, he grasped her hands, pulling them away from his jeans. "Let me help." With that whispered request Michael pulled away from her, and stood up to shed his jeans. Stripped to his boxers, Michael reached down and picked Maria up gently. He laid her down at the top of the bed, and trailed down her body, leaving small, hungry kisses in his wake. Maria moaned quietly as he began to kiss down her body, "God." She murmured quietly, her head rolling back against the pillows, her eyes looking down at him in a lust filled daze. Her hands bunched into the blanket beneath her as she tried to regulate her breathing that was coming out in small rasps. Her eyes slowly closed as she let the pleasurable new sensations go through her body in waves. With a low chuckle, Michael leaned over her, placing a hard kiss on her stomach, "Name's not God, but if that's what you want to call me." His hands rubbed over her body lightly. Looking at Maria with a devilish smirk, Michael slowly ran his fingertips down her sides. He hooked the bands of her panties with his index fingers, smoothly sliding them down as his fingers trailed the length of her legs. Maria gently lifted her hips so he could pull her panties down, her eyes opening to look down at his devilish smirk. She didn't know if it was Michael, or just his alien status, but the sparks were intense and now she was completely naked, she had to resist the urge to cover herself. "Michael?" His name came out in a questioned whisper when he paused. Michael stared down at Maria's face, his expression unreadable. He wants her... that much is obvious to him. To anyone, he thought ruefully. What wasn't as obvious was his fear... of her.. of himself.. Being one of the three only known members of your SPECIES, makes for a confusing life. Of course, he had paid as much attention to the sex ed classes and books as any teenage male, but would it apply to him? Would sex be different for him? A sudden thought occured... would it even be safe, between him and Maria? "Maria, are you sure?" he asked, suddenly nervous. "Michael.." Maria whispered quietly as she touched his face almost tenderly, "I'm sure...Aren't you?" She questioned, pressing her chest up against his, "Your driving me crazy, if you don't do something soon I'm going to snap.." She told him with a small smile. She wanted him, maybe she needed him too, but that would come later on. She didn't want to think about what they were doing, even if she should stop to consider it, she already knew she wanted this, species status be damned. "I want you Michael...Don't you want me?" She asked in a low voice, her fingers dancing across his back, her breath tickling across his neck as she leaned up to place a soft kiss there. "Oh yes." Michael moaned. "I definitely want you." Sitting up, he quickly removed his boxers, then returned to Maria. Michael pressed his body against hers, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact taking his breath away. Without saying anything, he pressed his lips to hers for a deep kiss. Reaching between them, he pressed one hand against her heat. Michael used two fingers to plunge inside her, mimicking the motions of his tongue. Maria moaned into his mouth, her lips moving fiercly against his. Her hands held tight to his back, her nails lightly digging in, not even noticing if she was causing any pain. Her hips rocked unknowingly against Michael's hand, she could feel her thighs brushing against his erection as he sent waves of pleasure through her body. He crushed his mouth on hers, loving the urgency he felt from her body. As Maria's nails raked over his back, Michael moaned. His hips met hers, instinctively rocking in an age-old rhythm known to every species. Reaching between her legs, Michael gently rubbed her in preparation. "Maria," he whispered, "this might hurt..." Maria's eyes fluttered open as his hand left her and he stopped kissing her for a moment, "I know...I know." She whispered, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath, "Make the move Michael." She murmured quietly, bracing herself for the pain that was going to come from this finally..step. She gasped and her hands slightly tightened around him, her eyes squeezing closed as he slowly pushed into her. Once inside, everything was still for a moment, "Go slow." She said softly as she opened her eyes to look at him, knowing that the pain she felt would subside. Michael winced at the look of pain on her face. But he could only hope that her pain would be replaced by even half the pleasure he was feeling. She was so tight, the pressure unbelievably erotic. He only hoped that he could take it slowly, as she suggested. He looked down at Maria, her eyes glazed and unfocused. The sentiment in them matches how he feels about her-- lost, confused, and more than a little scared and he realizes that he's inside her, pushing into her over and over again, both of them gasping. Maria winced and bit her lip in pain for the few first strokes, then slowly, or maybe it was quickly, she wasn't sure, small moans and gasps began to flow past her lips as the heated pleasure began to flood her body again, "Oh god..." She murmured against his shoulder, gently biting down. Her thoughts were all mixed together and her emotions were going haywire right now, her whole body felt like it was just one big nerve ending. Each stroke brought a new round of moans, from each of them. She slowly brought her legs up to his hips, locking her ankles around his back, pulling him deeper, closer. Her eyes snapped open and her mouth formed an O as she looked up at Michael with lightly glazed eyes at the pleasure. Michael's breath came in rapid gasps as they rocked back and forth. He moaned loudly into Maria's mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips. As he thrust deeply into her, he could feel the spasms gripping him tightly, urging him even deeper. Michael could tell that she was close... almost over the edge. He pushed into her fiercely.. Maria's hips rose to meet his thrusts urgently, her legs gripping him to her, "Oh god Michael...I'm so close." She whispered breaking the kiss, her voice low and laced with blinding pleasure, but also with a since of 'Awe'. Her lips, teeth, and tongue attacked his neck, sucking and teasing him there. Her mouth slowly trailed down, nipping at his shoulder, then quickly going back to his mouth. One of her hands stayed firmly on his back as the other clasped the back of his neck and brought his face down to hers as she kissed him passionatly. Michael moaned, loving the feel of her. Thrust met thrust until he thought he would die from the sheer pleasure. He could feel the pressure building, his body screaming for release. Reaching one hand between them, he found and rubbed her small nub. With a low, gutteral moan, he felt himself explode, driving into her fiercely. "Michael!" Maria let out a shout and loud moan as he brought her over the edge, her orgasm blindingly, shattering. She clung to him, breathing deeply, almost breathless as he continued to drive into her, letting himself and her ride the waves of pleasure until their hips both slowly died down. She kept her legs around him, refusing to let him go yet. Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath, tried to grasp that she'd just given up her virginity. As the waves of emotion and pleasure subsided, Michael started to slide out of her. However, Maria's legs remained locked, not letting him abandon her. Smiling, he held her tightly and shifted them together, so that she ended up on top. Michael brushed her hair, damp with sweat, back from her face gently. As they relaxed, he kissed her once, softly, on the forehead. "Wow.." was all he said. "I think that about covers it..wow." Maria said quietly, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him, "We really just..I mean..." She trailed off, turning her head to rest her cheek against his chest. "Wow..." She murmured, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest. She closed her eyes, letting it all set in, then reopened them again, placing a small kiss on his chest. She looked back at him, moving up some to place a soft kiss on his lips. Michael grinned at her attempts to decribe what had happened. "Do you mean to tell me," he asked, teasingly, "that I have found a way to render YOU speechless?" Maria blushed and buried her face in his chest, "Shut up.." Came her muffled reply with a small laugh. She looked up at him quickly, "You do realize you're still naked, beneath me and I have the advantage here, so if you want nohting to be hurt..down there, then just shut up..." She trailed off her voice was quiet, but light with teasingness. Michael laughed softly... "Nah, you wouldn't hurt me. Your too small to hurt anyone..." And she wouldn't hurt him, he knew. But he would likely hurt her, Michael realized sadly. He didn't know how to be around people.. he had nothing to offer anyone, especially a joyful, beautiful little pixie. Michael sighed sadly, realizing that he had no business being with her. He needed to leave... 'No,' Michael admitted silently, a painful knot forming in his all too human stomach. 'I should never have stayed.' Aloud, he only said, "So cheesehead... are you all right?" Maria looked up at him when he sighed and she saw sadness, but it was quickly covered up when he asked her if she was alright, "I'm okay...I'm sore." She admitted somewhat shyly, trying to mask her confusion on why he would be sad. Unable to contain his "cat that swallowed the canary" grin, Michael looked down at her. "Sorry about that.." he teased. "But I understand... talk about using muscles you didn't know you had." Maria laughed softly, "Say as you will, you still got the better end of the deal, I was the one with something actualy *in* me....something of *yours* in me." She told him, all in good humor though. "I think the soreness will wear off though...Like the pain did." She said quietly. "I'm glad." Michael stated simply. To be honest, he was beginning to worry. Again.... Michael knew what it meant to form attachments... it meant weakness. Inability to do what had to be done. Take Max, for instance. He had put all three of them in danger, and why.. because of an attachment he shouldn't have had to begin with. And Michael had berated him for it.... as had Isabel. Imagine what the other two would think if they knew what had happened here..... "Uh Maria..." Michael began uncertainly, unsure as to how he should continue. Maria looked at him for a second, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. She rolled off him and quickly pulled her sheet up to cover her nakedness. She looked at him, looked lower, blushed with some sadness and looked away. "Your leaving." She stated quietly. "I should have known." She continued in the same quiet tone, "You..you f*ck me, then leave right?" She questioned, finally having the strength to look at him, hoping she looked angry instead of hurt, "How many other girls have you slept with and then left Michael?" Michael shook his head sadly.. "Maria, I've never done anything before." he confessed quietly. "With anyone." He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently. "I wasn't going to leave." he admitted. "Even though I should. We both know that. But I'm kind of... tired." More like comfortable, Michael thought to himself. Crazy as it was, he was.. dare he say "happy"?? "Actually, I was just going to tell you to NOT tell Max. Or Isabel... Or.. anyone, really." he said sheepishly. "Oh..." Maria squeaked out, "Ooohh..." It came out a little stronger, truely embarrassed. She was glad when her hair fell over her shoulders, blocking her face from his view, "I'm sorry that I...It's just...I didn't think that you would..." She shook her head, still refusing to look at him. "I wouldn't...I won't tell Max or Isabel anything, but It'll be a little harder with Liz...but I'm not going to walk around announcing to the world that I had sex with Michael Guerin." She looked at him, moved a little closer, "I'm sorry..." She murmured quietly, placing a hand on his chest. "I thought you'd want to leave as soon as..." She pulled her hand back and sighed, laying back against her pillows for a moment, then wiggled the comforter up over her body and sheets. "Are you cold?" She questioned in a child-like voice, her eyes downcast at her hands that fiddled above the covers. Michael reached over, cupping Maria's chin in his hand. He gently forced her to look up at his face. "It's okay cheesehead." he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. "I DO want to leave.... and I will.. soon. Just not yet." "Oh..." It seemed to be the only thing she was able to get out. She swallowed hard, he 'did' want to leave, it kinda hurt to know that. Maria reached out for him, pulling back the covers so he could get under, "When you leave... make sure I'm asleep." She told him quietly, not wanting to have to watch him leave, "Just promise me you'll wait until I'm asleep to leave." She murmured as she curled up at his side. "I promise." he replied, knowing that he had intended to do so anyway. Michael slid underneath the covers, gathering her close to him. As he hugged her tightly, he gently rubbed her back. "If it means anything," he said hesitantly, "I wish I could stay." So saying, he kissed the top of her head, tucked so comfortably against his chest. "It means something.." Maria said quietly, "Thank you..for saying that." She sighed against his chest. She didn't want to be sad, feel hurt, or angry, anything because he would leave. But she was, even as much as she hated it...he was going to leave, like her father in a way. Michael sighed. He hated to hurt her, and he could tell that he had. So many people in Maria's life had already hurt her.. he hated the thought of being added to that list. 'Like me..' Michael thought suddenly. She's been hurt by her parents... the worst pain of all- to be hurt by those who are supposed to love you the most. Shaking his head silently, he hugged her close, trying to impart some bit of comfort or security to her. "Just sleep, half-pint. Try to sleep." Maria sighed as she slowly closed her eyes, her body a little tense, but relaxing some. "Michael? We're not going to do this again, are we? Your not going to show up at my window?" She questioned, "Just...be honest with me, there's not going to be sparks anymore, is there?" She asked quietly. Michael closed his eyes slowly. "I don't know, Maria." he admitted honestly. "I really don't know." Maria sighed again, finally letting her body ease against his, "Okay.." She said quietly, not sure what she was okaying. She was quiet, her quiet slowly turning to slumber as she drifted into the dream plane. Michael gazed down into Maria's sleeping face. Not for the first time, he wished that he possessed Isabel's ability to dream walk. It would be great to see what Maria dreamed about. Reconciling himself to failure, Michael sighed and snuggled down beside Maria. He wasn't sleepy, but that didn't mean he had to leave right away, right? Closing his eyes, he began thinking about the little waif he held tight in his arms. Almost imperceptabily, the room began to fade away, replaced by a fascinating world of glowing orbs and beautiful music notes..... TBC |
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