| Maria sighed as she walked away from a table of yapping 13 year olds and handed their order over to Jose, glancing at Michael with a small smile. She went around behind the counter, filling up a glass of coke, then walking back to him, setting the glass down next to his empty one. "You have admirers.." She gave him a teasing smile as she looked over the booth of young teenage girls, who turned around and began to giggle when she and Michael looked their way. "Wha- Oh." Michael realized what she meant as he managed to tear his eyes away from hers to glance at the kids. "I think they're a bit young for me... although that little blond one is kinda cute." he teased Maria, gesturing to one of the girls. Maria laughed lightly as she lightly pulled a chair up to the end of the booth and sitting. "They're all really...adorable and talkative." She commented with a shake of her head, "And I kinda guessed you had a thing for blondes." She said off hand with a smile. She was quiet for a moment as she watched the gigling girls, then turned her attention back to Michael, "They were energetic and were basically grilling me about you...I swear Michael, you've got girls who don't even really think of 'guys' at all, wanting to think of you as one...Weird." "Really?" Michael replied, mildly curious, as she sat down near him. "What were they asking about me?" Suddenly he realized the implication of her comment... "I do NOT have a thing for blondes.." he protested. Just one blonde.. he added silently, wondering if he would ever be able to say it aloud. Maria was slightly suprised when he protested that he didn't have a thing for blondes, "It wasn't a dig, just a fact." She told him easily, "I mean, most guys have things for blondes, even when they really prefer red-heads or brunnettes." She shrugged. Her grin came back full force when he asked what the girls had been asking, "Well, they saw us come out of the back together. So basically they wanted to know if you liked younger girls..er wait a minute, women." She chuckled lightly, "If was your girlfriend, which I ignored that question, and whether or not you were a good kisser...a bunch of tiny other questions, and I answered basically every single one." "Wow... this sounds like major girl talk here!" Michael teased. "Now should I go over and discuss you with those young..uh.. women... or are you going to tell me your answers?" He reached over, tugging on one of her curls, while he waited for her decision. Maria glared at him for a moment, "You can never keep your hands to yourself...with all the hair pulling and the touching. It's bound to drive me crazy!" She told him, although she liked when he did those simple little gestures..that one not being made since grade school. "I told them that you could possible like younger women, that you were a...good kisser, girlfriend thing still off topic, and little other answers like...you hair is kinda silky and..." She trailed off, blushing lightly as she looked down at the table, fiddling with her hands. Michael grinned, twisting the curl around his finger gently. "And what?" he pressed, teasingly. He loved the faint blush creeping up her cheeks...it made her eyes sparkle even more than usual. 'Good kisser..' he thought quietly. He was glad to hear that part. He had figured that if Maria enjoyed touching him half as much as he enjoyed touching her, then she was happy. Still, it was nice to hear it aloud.. "Girl talk, remember...I'm not telling you what I told them and if you went over there to ask, they wouldn't say nything..girl code." 'I hope...' Maria added silently to herself, glancing over at the younger teens, wondering if they'd let everything slip. "You and your wacky quirks." She mumbled with a small sigh, her fingers enclosing around his as she pulled his hand away from her her, "Stay..." She commanded, silently daring him to keep his hands off her...atleast for a little bit. Michael pouted playfully. "That's not fair.." he protested. "Really, if I have to go ask them, they'll propbably tell me.. if I flirt enough." he added grinning wickedly. 'Yeah,' he thought to himself, 'after they gave me a headache from all the giggling.' Still, it was a decent threat. Grinning at Maria, he raised his hand, almost, but not quite touching her face. "So, I'm not allowed to touch you, heh?" he teased. Maria's grin wavered for a moment as she glanced at the girls, then back at Michael. She could risk them running their mouths to Michael about everything, tell the truth herself, lie...or fight fire with fire. She leaned closer to him after his little comment about nothing touching her, "You really wanna know what I told them. They asked if you were as good as you looked, I just had to dish, told them how I f*cked your brains out in the break room.." She whispered into his ear, then pulled back with a sweet smile. In one smooth movement, Michael slid over to the end of the booth and pulled her chair over. Now they were sitting face to face, with nothing between them, her back tothe customers. Grinning at Maria, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Number 1.. I can't see you contributing to the deliquency of minors.. so I don't think you said f*ck..." Slowly, he let his patterns trace little patterns on her knees. "Number 2.. they probably have a pretty good idea of what we were doing.. it's obvious, even though you haven't looked in the mirror yet, so you might not know...yet." As he was speaking, Michael let his fingers slid higher up her legs. "Number 3.. most important.." Michael whispered, parting her legs slightly, letting his fingers slide along her thighs. "If you don't want to demonstrate what we were doing for everyone here... " pausing, he leaned forward, kissing Maria gently. "then be careful what you say!" Maria had to chuckle lightly, then clamped her legs together quickly, trapping his hand between her thighs, not allowing him any more access up her legs. Her hand reached down and gently laced her fingers through his, pulling his hand away, "Later.." She promised, her lips barely brushing agianst his. She pulled back some, her hand not yet dropping his though as she glanced around at the clock on the walls, "I get off in a few." She stated absently as she slowly let go of his hand and stood up, smoothing out her uniform. "Your too damn tempting, Guerin." She shook her head with a small smirk as she walked away from him to go take a few more orders before she was out of there. Michael chuckled to himself as she walked off. It was strange really.. he almost snapped his fingers or called 'waitress!' to get her back with him. Somehow it was as though he felt even more alone than usual when she left, even when it was for a few short moments. 'Not smart thinking, Guerin.' he scolded himself mentally, thinking of all the reasons she could never mean anything to him. Shaking his head to clear it, he smirked quietly. Even if he couldn't form attachments to anyone, he could still have fun, right? Maria glanced over at Michael for a moment as she placed an order for a table. They were fooling around...havin fun, and she so loved that part, and for the most part she wasn't going to deny her own cravings, but some part of her wondered what she was getting herself into when she was with Michael. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at her thoughts, then sighed with relief as a red head, pulling off a jacket to reveal the same uniform she was wearing, walked in. "Thank god..." She mumbled to herself and walked back into the break room, glad that she had a change of clothes in there. She quickly changed into a black skirt with a white button downed dress shirt that was slightly baggy, but for the most part fit quite nicely. She walked back out into the front and stopped expectantly infront of Michael, "You wanna go somewhere?" She questioned, her mother would probably be home for another hour and she had no desire to go home to listen to her mother rant, not just yet anyways. Michael stood up, glancing over her body appreciatively. "Sure...where to?" he asked simply. 'Preferably somewhere near water...' he thought, glancing at her white top. Reluctantly dragging his thoughts away from Maria-land, he grinned, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door of the cafe. Right before he walked out, Michael turned, waving to the table of young girls, illicting shrieks and giggles from all four. Maria laughed softly as she dug around in her purse for her car keys, "Don't know.." She finally answered, "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?" She questioned, giving a small bounce of triumph as she pulled her keys out, alien chain and all. She looked at her keys for a moment, then at Michael, "You know how to drive right?" "Nah, I was only taught to fly the ship, not drive." Michael replied sarcastically. He grinned down at her, "Sure, I know how... don't have a car.. but I can do it. The real question is, where to drive?"Waving his hands around pointedly, he muttered, "There isn't a whole lot to Roswell... not many places to go." "True..." Maria said as she tossed her keys at him, "Your going to have to entertain me Mr. Guerin, i don't plan on going home anytime soon." She told him with a smile, "I have faith that you'll find something for us to do." Michael gave a low chuckle, as he snatched the keys from the air. "I could... but not here. Unless of course, that 'sex in public' thing is something you really want to try..." he offered, raising his eyebrow. "So you don't want to go to your place... and I'm sure we could find something better than MY place..." Michael muttered. "It's your choice. If I have to provide entertainment, you have to provide location." he demanded, smiling at his reasoning. "It's only fair..." Maria grinned as she shook her head and made her way to her car, "As tempting as sex in a public place with you is, I'm going to have to pass....atleast for now." She hopped into the passenger seat and watched as he got into the drivers, "Have you ever been to Frasier Pond? Out in Fraiser woods? It's kinda quiet and secluded..but peaceful." "Sounds perfect." Michael replied, starting the engine. "I've never been there.. but I think we'll manage."Turning to look at Maria carefully, he teased, "You do give good directions, don't you?" Maria smiled, "Depends on what I'm giving directions at." She stated simply with a shrug, "But yes, I'm good at giving directions to places...it's a talent among other things." Her hand cut through the air in a gesture, then brought it back to her face to examine her nails. She grinned as she looked back at Michael who was still looking at her, "Don't just sit there Spaceboy, drive." "Talent.." Michael muttered. "Yep, you have a few of those.." he retorted, sticking his tongue out at her childlishly before he turned back to the wheel. "Okay, let's get out of here." "And you called me immature.." Maria joked, smiling at him, a little gleeful on the inside. She liked Michael's playful side, in just the last two or three day's she'd seen so many new sides to him that she was getting a little confused. "So Michael....I heard guys like this thing called skinny dipping, wondering if you've ever been the bad ass your reputation holds you at and has actually done it?" She questioned as she set her hand on his knee, her thumb lightly stroking it through his material. Pay Back's a bitch. Michael glanced down at her hand. "Now I see why you wanted me to drive.." he remarked casually, enjoying the feel of her touch. "Doesn't seem fair to me, though... since my hands are kind of full." Turning to glance at her, with a 'poor little me' puppy frown on his face, he sighed. "Oh well.. just keep in mind, I'll get you back for anything you do.... especially if we go swimming." he promised. "Ever thought that was the whole point?" Maria asked innocently with a small smile as her fingers lightly traced patterns into his leg as they gradualy went up a little higher on his thigh. He turned to grin at Maria quickly. "That sounds more my style..." he taunted. Michael could feel his body tighten, from one simple touch. Dropping one hand down to cover hers, he flipped her hand over, tangling her fingers with his own."You know... if you touch too much, we may not get to the pond." he warned her quietly. Maria laughed at that, "Your no fun.." She faked a pout, then leaned back in her seat, making her skirt ride a little. "So you never answered my question, have you ever skinny dipped?" She asked, her gaze tearing away from the window to look at him sideways, a smile playing on her lips. Michael hesitated for a moment, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She needed to stop moving, he thought, before he ended up wrecking. He finally managed to tear his gaze away from her... just not his thoughts. "Well," he finally said, "I've done it before, yeah... but never with anyone else around." He wasn't really used to doing anything with others around, he reflected quietly. "Really? Last summer was my first time ever skinny dipping, I pulled Alex and Liz with me...it was quite the little party." Maria told him with a chuckle, "I swear for three weeks after that, all I had to do was mention water and Alex would turn red." She didn't know why she felt so at ease with him, what made it even...weider was that she didn't feel this way with anyone else, not even Liz. Michael laughed aloud. "Whoa, you, Liz, and Alex?? I bet that was.. uh.. interesting. And now I have something to torment the guy with..." he added with a smirk. He released Maria's hand casually, placing both his hands back on the wheel. "So what's the deal with you three? You're like best friends forever, and all that mush?" he asked. Maria tried to push down the disappointment that surfaced when he let go of her hand, and clasped her hands togehter in her lap, "Well, I've known Liz for like..ever, and Alex just sorta came around in elementery school and it's been us three ever since. Although lately it's just kinda...fallen apart." She admitted with a small sigh, "Alex knows we're hiding something, Liz is all...stuck on the Max/Kyle love triangle and I've been...well, not doing much lately with them." "Oh..." Michael said, thinking quickly. "That sucks really, but we can't tell him anything. Liz shouldn't even have told you.." Driving out past the town center, coming to a stop sign, he gestured around. "Okay, where do we go from here?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah I know I know.." Maria said with a wave of her hand, knowing she couldn't tell Alex anything. "Oh umm, take a right, then go straight, you'll see the big sign with the name and everything." She explained simply. She was quiet for a minute as she studied Michael from the side, "Do Max and Isabel's parents know about your guys's 'not of this earth' status?" "Nah.." Michael shook his head. "No one knows... just you and Liz." He pulled off smoothly, following her directions. "All their parents know is that Max and Izzy don't know anything about their past." "That must suck for them..I guess." Maria shrugged lightly, then fell silent again. She looked at him for a moment, then suddenly blurted out..., "Are you just screwing around with me because I know your secret?" Michael stared at Maria, incredulous. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded harshly. Snatching his gaze back to the road, he tried to focus on driving. "Liz knows my secrect and you don't see me 'screwing around' with her, as you put it, do you?" Thinking silently for a moment, he glanced over to her, and sneered. "Of course, I face the same problem.. are you just screwing around with me because sex with an alien is a high for you?" he asked, more serious than she knew. Maria closed her eyes and winced at his tone, "It's just...maybe, maybe you feel you have to...do this, whatever it is, with me because you think if you don't I'll tell...If that's the situation, I want to know." She silently cursed her insecurities. She opened her eyes and looked over at him with a frown, "No! When I'm with you I'm not even thinking about anything alien, I wouldn't have let you take my viginity if I was thinking that way...hell...I wouldn't let any guy touch me..it was just you..all you." Insecurity and irritation battled in Michael, along with a strange desire to pull the car over, gather Maria in his arms, and promise her that his entire life was suddenly about HER, not his 'status'. Of course that freaky, unexplainable desire did little to calm his nerves. Silently berating himself, for both his confusion and his weakening emotions, Michael finally settled for telling her, "You said you wouldn't tell. It has nothing to do with that." Maria sighed as she squeezed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes again, leaning back. She was quiet, not even sure why she had asked anything in the first place...but really knowing that Michael Guerin was making his way under her skin and closer to her heart then she liked. "I don't know why I asked...I just felt I should." She said quietly after not being able to stand the tension. "I just, kinda felt the need to know whether her not all this...lust that's going on between us isn't one-sided..." Michael chuckled quietly. "Trust me, it's definitely not one-sided." It was anything but one-sided, he thought, remembering the sparks that seemed to fly whenever they touched. The tension, the electricity between them was amazing... albiet the tension now was a little less than enjoyable. Maria was quiet again, her eyes still closed as a smirk made it's way to her lips, "I just ruined the whole mood, didn't I?" She questioned, biting back her sigh. Michael laughed aloud this time. "I don't really think that's possible.. if you're in the area, I'm in the mood." he admitted. Turning to glance her way, he saw the forlorn expression on her face. With a barely audible sigh, he tried to pep her up, not really understanding why her feelings were becoming important to him. "You don't look too happy... why don't you yell at me or something?" he teased. Maria lightly half-smiled as she opened her eyes and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Me yelling at you? Is that like some sort of turn on for you?" She questioned, trying to mask her aww at how he could make her emotions do a complete 180, no one else could do that. "I think our arguments..or bickering, whatever you want to call them, is like our foreplay or something." With a low chuckle, Michael nodded in agreement. "Who needs fancy restaurants or flowers when you can just yell at one another for awhile?" he asked, teasingly. Maria shook her head lightly with a small, soft laugh, earlier conversation being pushed back. She was quiet for a moment, just sitting in comfortable silence, but then started to do her usual rammblings. "Okay, I don't get to ask Alex some of this stuff, because basically he just refuses to listen. So spill, do guys actually like dirty talk from girls?" She questioned, tilting her head as she studied his profile. Michael shot her a "you've got to be kidding" look.. "Wait.. you're asking me to spill the secrets of guys world-wide??" he demanded, a teasing note to his voice. "Shame on you, Deluca!" Smiling a little, he glanced toward Maria quickly. "Besides.." Michael said casually, "it depends on the guy." "Really?" Maria asked, intrigued. She was silent for a moment before shifting in her seat some, making her skirt rise a little higher and placed her fingers on his leg again, "So tell me Guerin, are you one of the guys who like it?" "Well," he teased her, drawing out his answer. "I guess you could say I am... Are you one of those girls who do it?" he asked, raising his eyebrow suggestively. Maria grinned lightly, "Depends on what guy I'm with." She told him as she slid her fingers up dangerously close to his crotch, then pulled her hand back to herself quickly. Michael's breath came out in a hiss. "Maria.." he whispered, "watch your hand there babe." He felt as though every nerve in his body was centered on the one spot Maria touched. It was extraordinary how every time she touched him, every thought flew from his head Maria lightly smirked as she pulled her hand back, then settled both her hands on her own knees as she gazed out the window. She smiled as she saw the large sign that was welcoming them to Frasier woods and pond, an arrow pointing to either way, "We're here." She stated, but already knowing he knew since he was the one behind the wheel, as they pulled into a parking spot. "And we're alone." She commented more as she looked out the window at the empty parking lot. "And we're actually on speaking terms..." he teased. As he stopped the car, he unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face her. "Wanna go swimming?" he asked, casually. "I don't know.." Maria started with a small smile, "I mean, I don't have my swim suit and...and." She leaned closer, whispering in hushed, playful voice, "And normally I would go in my panties, but I don't seem to be wearing any." "Oh don't worry," Michael said, opening his door. "I think we can find a way to solve that problem." Walking around the car, he opened Maria's door, and held out his hand, waiting for her to join him. Maria smiled as she slid her hand into his and allowed him to pull her out of her seat, swiftly shuting the door behind her. She smoothed out her skirt with her free hand and looked at Michael, "Care to tell me just what you have planned, Spaceboy?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "No plan, really... just kinda playing by ear." So saying, Michael pulled her toward him, leaning down to nibble her ear. "Like so..." he whispered, hugging Maria closer. Maria leaned into him, biting her lip lightly, "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me feel?" She murmured quietly as he nibbled on her ear and she place a hot-open mouthed kiss on his neck, pushing her body closer to his. Michael grinned down at her. "How crazy?" he asked teasingly, hugging her closer. He leaned his head back, a small moan issuing from his throat, as Maria kissed his neck. "I thought you wanted to go swimming..." he mumbled, not opening his eyes. "I do, but not before I made you moan.." Maria teased, quickly ripping herself away from him and starting towards the lake, ignoring his question on how crazy he made her, "Are you coming spaceboy?" She questioned as she slipped her shoes off, then turned around to look at him as he walked towards her. She began to unbutton her shirt with a grin. Michael's body screamed in protest as Maria moved away from him. He watched in silence as she walked to the edge of the water and began to undress. Slowly, he walked toward her, his heart rate increasing as he closed the distance between them. "You wanted to make me moan, heh?" he asked once he was within arm's length of her. Gently, Michael slid Maria's shirt off, and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Leaning forward, he placed a single open-mouthed kiss on the swell of her breast. "Payback sucks..." he whispered, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "I'm gonna..." Maria closed her eyes, gulping quietly, "I'm going to have to disagree with you there. I think payback can be pretty damn pleasureing.." TBC |
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