| Opening her eyes to look into down into Michael's smoldering eyes, Maria pulled back from him. She slowly pushed her skirt down over her hips, letting it pool around her feet, then easily sliding out of her shoes. "One of us has way to much clothes on." She commented in a whisper as she took a step closre to him again and her hands softly touched his chest through his shirt. Pushing her away from him gently, Michael's eyes roved up and down Maria's body. He glanced down at himself, then nodded. "Yes, it would appear that way..." he agreed, grinning at her. Michael pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his shoes, then slowly began unbuckling his black jeans. Maria half grinned as she placed her hands on her bare hips, she was in no way worried about her nudity, although she knew if it were with any other guy she'd probably be clinging to her clothes righ about now. She licked her lips as her eyes traveled over his chest and then followed his hands down to his jeans. She slightly blushed at the thought of seeing him in the nude, although they been completely naked infront of each other before, she hadn't really...looked. Michael grinned to himself, as Maria stood defiantly. He disliked people watching him, at any time, but somehow it seemed comfortable to stand before her. Feeling only a little self-concious, he dropped his pants, kicking them off to join the rest of his clothes. Michael made short work of his boxers, finally standing before Maria as clothed as she. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the water. Maria blushed a bright red as she tore her eyes away from his..'ahem' manhood. "Yeah..water, swimming, right." She didn't think she was capable of full sentences at the moment. She knew that he was endued, by the small fondleings and the feel of him in her, but she would have never guessed. She turned towards the water, slowly starting to wade in, glad that the water was lukewarm. Michael smiled softly at Maria's reaction. "May I take that as a compliment?" he asked her quietly. Without waiting for an answer, he began walking toward where she stood in the water. Reaching Maria, Michael stepped forward taking her into his arms, gently leading them both out deeper. "Come, strange little human girl..." he teased. "Let's see if swimming is among your many talents." So saying, Michael grabbed Maria's shoulders, dunking her playfully underneath the surface. Maria resurfaced, sputtering as she pushed her wet curls out of her face, "Hey now! That was so taking advantage, I mean, I was still in shock at seeing your...'thing'." She told him as she splashed him and swam a few feet away from him. "MMMM, a wet Michael." She mumbled to herself, a soft grin sweeping across her lips as she looked at his glistening chest. Michael simply grinned at her. "In shock, huh? Deluca, don't feed my ego too much here..." he cautioned, secretly pleased at her approval. Quickly, he swam toward her. "Shall we try this again?" he taunted. "Depends...Are you going to ravish me with your kisses? Or try to dunk me again? Because if that's the case..you can just swim away SpaceBoy." Maria told him with a smile, swimming back some, keeping a small distance between them. He swam toward Maria, trying to close the distance between them even as she moved away. "What.. you're saying you don't like my water games?" Michael demanded, his voice full of mock outrage. "Really, that is cause for punishment..." he threatened, jumping forward to grab her shoulders. Rather than douse her again, however, Michael pulled Maria toward him, kissing her almost violently. Maria was about to pull away as Michael grabbed her by the shoulders again, but was only pulled in towards him, his mouth crashing down on her roughly. Her arms quickly circled his neck, pulling his body closer, one hand weaving up into his spikes as her lips responded almost greedily against his. With a low moan, Michael broke off their kiss. "This, uh.. this isn't exactly the punishment I had in mind..." he admitted. "But it's more fun." So saying he ducked his head, placing a row of gentle kisses along Maria's throat. "I always get off punishment.." Maria told him with a small chuckle, quickly followed by a moan as her head rolled to the side, giving him better access to her throat. Michael grinned against her throat. "I'll have to remember that..." he whispered. Lifting her up slightly, he allowed her body to slide along his slowly. Michael held onto her tightly, keeping Maria at a convienent height to expose her breasts above the water. Maria shivered lightly, from the pleasuring jolts that were slowly building in her body and from the slightly chilled air hitting her exposed flesh, "Warm me up Michael, I'm cold." "If you insist.." Michael mumured, leaning forward to capture one of the peaks in his mouth. Slowly, he caressed Maria's nipple, his tongue gently lapping at her skin. "Beautiful..." he muttered, the closest Michael could verbalize to a sincere, serious compliment. "Michael.." Maria murmured quietly, her hand lightly touching his cheek as she gazed down at him, more fixed on his mouth playing with her nipple. This was all they seemed to to, flirt, fight and then..get physical, not that she was complaining anything. Her hand smoothed through his spikes, gently tugging him closer. Releasing her nipple, Michael looked up at Maria quietly as she called his name. Suddenly, he grinned and ducked his head to her other breast, lavishing upon it the same attention he had given the first. Maria gasped quietly, her eyes seeming to darken as her mind filled with lust. She lightly wiggled her body against his with a moan as he began to ravish her other breast. Good lord this boy had a mouth on him, "Michael.." She murmured again, maybe a little more urgently, now she was starting to think his teasing her was the punishment. Michael moaned as Maria's body moved against his. The water moved around them, gently lapping at their bodies as he lapped at her breast. Leaving it behind momentarily, Michael returned to her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth even as he inserted two fingers into her body. "Maria.." he rasped, trying to hold them both steady, "do you want me?" Maria gasped into his mouth as he plunged his fingers into her, then moaned quietly at his question, "God, yes Michael. I want you so much..." She admitted with another moan as she pushed down on his fingers with a small whimper, silently pleading for more Michael pulled his fingers from her, even as she pressed down on him.Kissing her roughly, he placed both hands on her hips. He lifted Maria gently, not breaking their kiss, then lowered her onto him, entering her damp, hot center with one quick motion. Maria moaned and gently bit down on Michael's bottom lip as he entered her. Each time was almost too exploxive for her, but so good that she never wanted to leave his arms, even if this was all wrong, "God.." She breathed out as she broke the kiss for a moment, catching her breath, then crashed her lips back down on his, wiggling her hips again, indicating that she wanted to move. Michael moaned into Maria's mouth, his tongue battling hers. Lifting her up, he grasped her legs, encouraging her to grip his waist. Then, holding both of them upright, he gently lifted Maria's body, sliding deeply in and out of her. Maria wrapped her legs around his waist, tightened her arms around his neck as she kissed him heatedly, passionately. Her body slick against his as she moved her hips in time with his almost gentle thrusts. She wondered how this could be so wrong if it so right. She broke the kiss again, burying her face in the croak of his neck, kissing and nipping gently. "Umm.. Maria.." Michael moaned her name, leaning his head back to give her better access to his throat. He was amazed he was still standing, given how weak his body felt from her touches. Leaning forward, Michael caught her peaked nipple between his lips, scrapping her skin gently with his teeth. "Oh my god...." Maria moaned loudly, glad that there were no other peole around. Her hands fell from his neck and slid down his back, gripping his tightly as he attacked her nipples. Her head lightly fell forward onto his shoulder, softly biting down as her pleasure began to build in the pit of her stomach, "Michael, oh god..." Moaning loudly, Michael grasped Maria's hips tightly, increasing the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Between her nails grazing his back, and her teeth on his shoulder, Maria was effectively driving him insane. Michael concentrated on the swell of her breast, sucking and biting at her tender skin. Maria gasped, trying to not bite down on Michael's shoulder again as he began to increase the speed and intensity of their lovemaking, if that was what you could even call it. "Michael..." She murmured, almost loudly as she swept soft kisses against her love bites, his name..and just him being the only clear thing in her hazey world. Michael cried out her name, the only name his voice had ever known at the height of passion. Michael drove into Maria harder as her body contracted around him, leaving him breathless. He stood poised on the edge of his explosion, holding back only long enough to join their mouths in a rushed, hungry kiss. Then the world seemed to shatter around him... and for one brief moment, the very essence that was Michael Guerin found, touched, and melded irrevocably with another living being. Maria kissed Michael passionatly as her orgasim hit, rocking her body and his. She almost caught a glimpse of something, a memory of somesort that wasn't hers, but Michaels, that alone cause her to gasp and break the kiss, her chest heaving at the intake of breath. Her glazed eyes locked with his, touching his face gently, not understanding what was going on right now, but knowing that it made sense..atleast with Michael around it did. Michael's body relaxed slowly, his heart and pulse still racing. As he tried to catch his breath, he slowly lowered Maria, being careful not to slip out of her body, wanting to maintain their closeness as long as possible. Kissing her hard on the mouth, he whispered, barely audible, "What is it you do to me, Deluca?" Maria sighed, almost contently as she leaned her head on his shoulder, her hands running up and down his back, "I don't know, Guerin, but as soon as I know, you'll be the first I tell." She told him quietly, her eyes drifted closed as she kissed his skin. Her hands stopped their motion on his back, feeling some light, smallish scratches on his back, knowing they were from her, "Do they hurt?" "No.." Michael answered honestly. Even as she had scratched him, the sensations were never actually painful. More like pleasure, really... "You're just like a little kitten, really.." he taunted. "Small, cute, and unable to inflict any real damage." Ignoring her expression, he leaned forward, his forehead resting on hers gently. "That was.. interesting.." he whispered. Maria smiled lightly, one hand continuing to run up and down his back as the other came back to touch his face again. "Interesting is to say the least." She told him quietly, "Ya know..I had ever intention of being the one to string you along tonight and tease you, but this whole thing got fliped around." She admitted sheepishly. "Well you know what they say about the best plans of mice and men..." Michael teased, smiling. "Besides, it serves you right.. wanting to string me along isn't very nice!" he admonished gently, running his hands along her hips. "That's my job..." he explained, kissing her softly. Maria smiled lightly against his lips, never doing anything to heighten the kiss. She broke it lightly, the hand on his back wandering further down to give his butt a gentle squeeze, "And who says that both girl and guy can't be the ones to string along their...partner?" Micheal grinned, knowing that what she said was true. Not that he'd ever admit it to her, of course...."Nah.. I think that should be strictly the guy's job... at least in this case..partner." Smiling down at Maria, Michael slowly pulled away from her. "Come on.. we had better get some swimming in, before we head back." he explained. 'Or get distracted again..' he thought, grinning to himself. Maria smiled lightly, splashing at him as he pulled away. "Do you have somewhere to be, Spaceboy?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, "Or can I take you home with me?" She asked, amusement and playfulness in her eyes. "Because like I said earlier, a girl can get lonely." "Take me home??" Michael asked, laughing aloud. "You make me sound like a little lost puppy..." Sticking his tongue out at her, Michael raised both hands, splashing Maria. As Maria wiped her eyes, Michael grinned and casually let drop, "I might stop by tonight... just to keep you from being scared or anything." Deep inside though, Michael knew the truth. Only a desperate confusion kept him from following Maria home and begging her to keep him.. like the lost little puppy he claimed to not be "Promise you'll try to come?" Maria asked with a small smile, blocking his splashes. "I'm gonna need someone to latch onto when I pop in some horror movies." She told him with a raised eyebrow. "But.." She said with a small grin, "I could be persuaded to do something else a little more interesting." "Promise?" Michael repeated slowly. He hated that word... it was supposed to mean so much, yet never meant anything at all. It was just a word you told someone when you wanted them to believe you, regardless of what you intended to do. "I'll try..." he told Maria quietly. Suddenly he grinned.. "Especially if you are.. uh.. easily persuadable." Maria smiled softly when he said he'd try, then grinned, "You have a one tracked mind, Mr. Guerin." She teased with a laugh as she tucked a curl behind her ear. "Hmmm...But I'll be waiting up for..just incase you decide to come over..." She smiled again as she just looked at him for a moment, "Do you have any idea how handsome you?" She asked quietly, shaking her head as she slowly moved towards him. "No." Michael answered honestly, his breath catching in his throat. Why should he think he was anything beyond decent.... beyond average.. beyond norma--- okay bad example. If she had asked him if he knew what a bastard he was... he would have agreed instantly. Or what a jerk... But not something positive. Smiling through his confusion, Michael tried to change the subject. "One track mind..." he asked, grinning. "Look who's talking." Maria grinned for a moment as she stopped in front of him before her grin washed into a soft smile again, "No?" She questioned, ignoring his last words, "How could you not know, don't you ever look in the mirror, Michael? Your...beautiful.." She touched the side of his face, "Handsome." Michael ducked his head, trying to avoid looking at her. "Nah.. I avoid mirrors." Actually, the truth was, he didn't have any. They had only had 2 mirrors in the trailer, one in Michael's room, the other in the bathroom. Hank had shattered the one in the bathroom years ago... and Michael's not long after. It hadn't really seemed important to buy a new one. Or to bother looking into one, for that matter. He had heard plenty about himself... why did he need to look at himself? Maria frowned lightly when he tried not to look at her. How could she not have noticed this boy, this man in all her life, or another question, why hadn't she noticed that he hid behind a stonewall, behind his sarcasm and dry humor. "Michael.." She touched his cheek again, pleading silently for him to look at her. "You are..." She started with a small sigh, "Your handsome, beautiful..." She slightly smiled as her hand reached up and touched the tip of his hair, "You should look in the mirror sometime..." "I'll, uh, I'll try that." Michael muttered dryly, not looking up. Maria's touch was amazing... he could feel the sensation through out his entire body, though she touched only one small part. What was it she saw in him? Michael couldn't help but wonder if his life was some cosmic joke... let's throw this kid on a completly different planet, never let him have anything he wants and then, just when he has gotten used to his lot in life, throw something amazing in front of him.. just to see if he falls for it. "The gods must be laughing..." Michael muttered aloud before kissing Maria hard. Maria frowned when he didn't look at her, but was totally caught off guard when he suddenly kissed her hard. It took her a minute to realize what he was doing and another minute before her lips began to move against his. Her hands cupped his face for a moment before smoothing out to rest on his shoulders. She pulled back some, breathing heavily, her eyes closed, "Why are the gods laughing Michael?" She questioned quietly, remembering his muttering. Michael frowned as she pulled away. "Huh.. oh that." he mumbled, not realizing he had spoken his previous thoughts aloud. "Because they're jerks..." Michael replied absently, trying to pull Maria's mouth back to his. "And they're jerks because...???" Maria pressed quietly as she pulled back when he tried to pull her back into a kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at him, then sighed when she realized he wasn't going to tell her. "Nevermind.." She mumbled as she locked a hand behind his neck and pulled his mouth down to her own. Michael opened his mouth.. either to answer here or blow her off... he wasn't sure which. The choice was never made though, as Maria pressed her lips to his. Michael pulled her closer, wrapping his hands through her wet hair. Without realizing it, he whispered against her lips, "Because of you." Maria softly kissed Michael for a moment, smiling agianst his lips as his hands tangled into her hair. She quickly pulled her lips away from his, her eyes fluttering open again, her lips still barely touching his, "Because of me?" She questioned quietly, confused, not sure if she should be happy with his answer, or be hurt. "Something like that.." Michael muttered, uncomfortable. He hadn't meant to say anything to Maria, it was hard enough to explain to himself, much less to her. Somehow he always seemed to forget how to talk around her... even about things he could normally discuss. Unfortunately, there weren't a lot of things he could normally discuss to begin with..... 'Hell..' Michael thought quietly, leaning down to kiss Maria roughly. 'At least there's something I seem good at..' It just figured it was something he shouldn't be doing.... Maria gave in, sighing into his rough kisses against her soft ones. They weren't in a relationship, he didn't have to talk to her like a boyfriend would...if he wanted to talk to her, tell her anything, he would, eventually. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a hand tangling itself in his hair as she pressed her body to his. She knew that if they kept this up, they'd be there for hours, but right now, she didn't care. She was in a different world whenever Michael's lips touched her own, she forgot everything that was wrong and just felt the rights. Maria's disappointment weighed more heavily on Michael than it should have. He knew there was nothing he could say to her, nothing to make her feel better, nothing to make her understand. Instead of trying, he pulled back, staring down into her eyes for a few moments, desperately trying to convey what he was thinking. Somehow, it seemed that most of their communication was unspoken, anyway. Leaning down, he kissed Maria's lips gently. Without pausing, Michael's kisses continued, each one softer than the last. After a moment, he was barely touching Maria's face, just placing featherlight kisses upon her lips and jawline. He could feel his body responding, almost immediately, as she pressed against him. Maria's breath caught in her throat as he looked at her, then kissed her gently. His kisses up until now had been rough, hard..passionate, but they weren't gentle, now they were. One hand stayed tangled in his hair as the other touched his face softly, her lips pressing softly to his in response the gentle ones. She let herself get caught up in the feeling of his hands in her hair and her body pressed against his, his lips against hers...it was really overwhelming. But she was in no way going to stop now, the desire was heating up again, but somehow she wanted this little...tenderness to last, not sure if she'd get to feel this more tender side of michael again. Michael moaned softly against her mouth. He loved the hot, instant passion that burned between them.. the sparks that ignited whenever they touched, sending shockwaves through his body. But, somehow, these gentle, almost tender touches were almost as addicting. While Michael was used to the rage... the anger, fear, and frustration that haunted him at night, he wasn't used to the emotions Maria's gentle caresses inspired. Never before had he felt the desire to simply hug someone.. to cherish them.. Never had he felt the urge to fall to his knees and sob, just from the sheer emotion of the moment. As he did now, as his hands and lips placed whisper-light touches on Maria... So it was somewhat understandable that it scared the hell out of him.... "Michael.." Maria murmured softly against his lips, not sure how to take the new tinglings she was feeling from his soft caresses. They were hardly touching each other, but she could hear his and feel her own breathing quicken with each small touch. Her fingers softly touched his cheek again, before sweeping against his neck, then down his shoulder and to his back, running her fingers up and down his back. Her other hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she softly pressed her lips to his. A small noise, a cross between a whimper and a moan, escaped Michael's lips as Maria touched him. He leaned forward slightly, barely brushing her lips with his own. It was unbelievable, the feelings he experienced from the simple touch... For one fragile moment, Michael could almost pretend that he had a right to be there.. that he was worthy of touching something so pure. Then reality hit. Pulling back, he stared down at Maria, without a single sound or movement. The small seed of hope that she had unknowingly planted in his heart disappeared, buried beneath the waves of anger and fear. "We shouldn't be doing this." Micheal informed her coolly, though his body screamed otherwise. Without another word, he turned away from her, and waded back toward the shore. Maria looked confused as Michael pulled away, told her that they shouldn't be doing this and went back to shore. She felt like she'd been slapped, why? Well she had no clue why she felt that way, but she did. She silently followed him, for once uncomfortable to be naked infront of him. She pulled her skirt back on, not caring that she was still wet, then pulled on her shirt, slowly starting to button it up. After a moment, she looked at and watched Michael get dressed, "Michael...why?" She questioned, a simple question. Michael watched silently as Maria dressed, every icy moment that passed adding another layer to his protective shell. As soon as they finished, he turned, walking back to the car. His only justification, the only reason he could give her, was simply called over his shoulder, in a rather inappropriate, casual tone. "It's a waste of time..." Not knowing if, or how, Maria would respond, Michael slid into the driver's side of the car, trying to act indifferent. Really, though, he was afraid of what she might say or do. Afraid because he knew that their 'relationship' truly was pointless.. it could never go anywhere, ever. What was the point of getting attached to something he could never have? TBC |
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