Title: Closet Case
Author: DMartinez
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hiding from the enemy brings about an interesting turn of events.
Author's Note: This position has been in my mind for months and I'm just now putting it to screen.
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Closet Case
Michael pulled Liz into the first unlocked door he could find. They could still hear the footsteps behind them in the corridor. The room was practically bare, just a small cabinet at the other end. "Great."
"Michael... I hear them." Liz hissed, panic threatening to take over. She closed her eyes, the things she did for Max. She and Michael were the only ones available for spy duty and they were on the verge of getting caught. Of all the people to be stuck with.
"Shut up and let me think." Michael hissed back. Of all the people to get stuck with... it had to be her. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. Anyone else would have been welcome but no... he and Lizzie were stuck in the one room in the hospital without an exit. The one room without a second door. The one room with nothing to hide behind or in. His eyes fell on the cabinet again.
Liz followed his line of sight. "We could fit in that."
"It's too small." Michael shook his head. "We are so dead."
Liz examined it. It was too small but what choice did they have? Hide in discomfort or be permanently uncomfortable when they got caught. She opened the doors and groaned. There was a shelf that took up half the space. She was about to dismiss the idea when the footsteps paused a few doors down.
"Get in." Michael ordered. Then he got a glimpse of the inside. "Sit on that shelf."
"What?" She snapped her head around to look at him.
"Sit on the shelf." He growled and waited impatiently for her to do as told. Michael stepped inside and attempted to shut the doors but it was too full. He looked down, Liz's knees were in the way. Grabbing her bare knees, momentarily wondering why in the world she would wear a skirt to spy in, he raised them up so her feet rested on either side of his body therefore allowing him to move between her legs. The door shut and Michael had to reach back to seal the lock.
Liz started to protest about the position she was in but the footsteps got louder, they were outside the room. Hyperventilating, she started hyperventilating, of all the things for her to do...
"What? What's wrong with you?" Michael's eyes got wide as saucers. "Sh. They'll hear you."
She really tried to stop but she couldn't, so finally she buried her face beneath his jacket to muffle her breathing. Catching on, Michael worked his arms around so that he could wrap them around her body. Lightly, he rubbed her back while listening to the footsteps. The door opened, causing them both to stop breathing completely.
The footsteps entered the room and walked around the bare room. Michael's arms tightened around Liz as a silent warning not to make a noise. After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps retreated and the door shut.
Liz lifted her head out of his jacket but kept quiet at the look in his eyes. It took her a moment to realize that he was being careful. If it was a trick, the person would give up if there were no signs of life but if they moved too soon they were caught.
Michael tried to keep still but he didn't want to lean on the door. It didn't matter that he had sealed it shut, it might still give a little. If he leaned forward, then the heat he felt right at his crotch would increase. He was very uncomfortable with the position they were in to begin with, no need to make it worse. He just hoped that while he knew he was hardening, that she didn't know that.
Staying absolutely still, Liz listened for footsteps but they seemed to have faded away. She really wanted to get out of the cabinet. Her knees were hugging Michael's chest and her face close to his neck. She hoped that she was imagining things but she swore she could feel his... him poking into her... between her spread legs.
"Michael... I think they're gone." She whispered into his ear. Now that she could breathe, she could smell him. He was wearing some musky aftershave.
"Hold on." Michael realized that he had to lean as far forward as he could to open the door. He strained to reach his hand back and unseal the door but nothing happened. "Dammit."
"What? What's wrong?" Liz asked.
"We're stuck. I can't unlock it."
"Can't? Michael..." Liz whined and dropped her head onto his shoulder. She really didn't have much of a choice.
"Sorry." He apologized stiffly and wished there was someplace else to put his hands. It was pretty much either her back or her knees. It really was too close for comfort.
Liz kept her fingers curled up and her arms crossed between their bodies, the ever hardening prodding between her legs became distracting. She shifted around every couple of seconds. It didn't help that her knees touched the wall of the cabinet on either side of them. It was too small in there.
"Can you stop squirming please?" He bit back a groan. Every time she moved was like stoking a fire. Her heat was permeating his jeans, making them too tight.
"Sorry." She whispered and tried not to think of how good he smelled or how his hands felt on her back or how she was beginning to ache. This purely masculine boy-man stood planted between her legs, practically ready to go and she couldn't do anything about it. Besides, she hated Michael.
Michael wanted to kick himself or take a cold shower. Her breath tickled his neck, her arms were hot against his chest, her pussy was so hot against him and he couldn't stop his body's reaction to her. Not like he could do anything about it... he hated Liz.
Ring.
Both tried desperately to pull the phone from Liz's jacket pocket. Michael got it to his ear fast. "What?"
*Michael? Where's Liz?*
"Where do you think?" Michael grumbled. "Maxwell, you gotta get us out of here."
*Out of where?* Max asked.
"We're stuck in a cabinet at the hospital."
*I'm at work. I can't just get away. Where exactly are you?*
"I don't know. Unlocked door about a mile away from the morgue. It took us forever to hide. Hurry." Michael snapped the phone closed.
"Is he coming?" Liz whispered.
"Oh you'd love that. Romeo coming to save the day from idiot Michael." He snapped at her.
"Please. Max and I aren't even speaking..." Liz trailed off at the memory of why. He thought she had slept with Kyle. It was a lie. "Anyway... last I heard, you and Maria weren't so great."
"Shove it okay. Everyone knows that you and Max were meant to be. Stop rubbing it in. You guys are perfect and the rest of us are shit."
"We are not perfect. I am not perfect, Michael." She was nearly shouting at him.
"Little Lizzie doing her best to show the rest of us up."
"I am not!"
"Little Lizzie. Daddy's little girl. Mom's little Angel. You're stuck in here with the world's biggest screw-up. Mom and Dad's worst nightmare. That's what you'll tell everyone."
"Shove it, Michael. I am not perfect. You... You are far from perfect and you are not the bad boy you pretend to be. I know you almost as well as you claim to know me."
"Really?" It was practically a dare and the way their bodies were rubbing while they bickered was driving them both crazy.
To prove to him that she wasn't perfect, she kissed him hard. Their breath mingled as they fought for control that was quickly slipping. Michael initiated the deepening of their kiss. Her mouth opened under his and the fight for dominance began.
Her arms slid around his neck as his hands pulled her closer to his body. An explosion went off in their heads. Tongues slid against each other, savoring the taste of the unfamiliar mouth. Hands began groping, breathing picked up and lower bodies ground together.
Liz gasped as his mouth traveled down her neck, his hands squeezed at her breasts. Licking her lips, she could taste him; a mix of chocolate and Tabasco, actually not a bad combination. Wanting another taste, she turned her head to catch his mouth once more. She maneuvred her arms and hands to slide beneath his jacket, massaging his chest through his shirt.
Michael pulled back to breathe, groanding when her mouth attached itself to his neck. He shifted his arms to rest them against the tops of her thighs, also allowing him just a bit more room to move. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, finding himself wanting to feel her bare breast in his hands. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't right but dammit, it wanted it. Her teeth on his neck brought him back out of his thoughts. "I know I didn't think you'd do that."
"I'm not Little Lizzie." Liz whispered, wondering what she was doing. She hated Michael, right?
"No?" He teased, sliding a hand from her breast down to her ass, bringing their bodies flush up against each other. His erection was straining behind his too tight jeans. She was just right there. Just three pieces of fabric between his straining cock and her hot pussy.
"No." She slid a hand, awkwardly between their lower bodies to touch him through his jeans. She shouldn't be doing this. "We shouldn't do this."
"No." Michael shook his head but never stopped touching her. He shouldn't want to do this. He hated her... right? She was annoying with her prissy ways and her annoyingly perfect track record. Did she have to feel so good pressed up against him?
"But we are... aren't we." It wasn't a question. Their lips came crashing together, tongues thrusting in and out of each other's mouths as he grinded into her hand. Liz knew that there was only one thing that could ease the growing ache inside her.
Michael tugged Liz's jacket down her arms. The heat building in the cramped space was really too much. If only there was more room to move. He noted how she tasted like spearmint gum for the second time. Shrugging his shoulders, he helped her help him out of his jacket. Her lips, so soft, moist, delicious.
Liz gripped his body with her knees, keeping him right were he was... like he could go anywhere in any case. She flicked open the buttons on his shirt. It was hard not to notice how much better a dresser Michael had become since she had left the first time... but right now, she needed that shirt off him so she could touch him.
Their hands tangled in each others in effort to rid each other of their shirts. Obvious fire lit between them, how had they not noticed the chemistry before? Liz's hands slid along the contours of his chest. When had Michael started working out? Michael unhooked her bra and palmed a breast, her hard nipple stabbed his palm. She moaned as he stroked the peak, lightly pinching and teasing.
Arching against him, Liz moaned, barely able to keep her breath steady. Michael thought he was going to lose it. Her bare legs clutched against his bare ribs; they rubbed against his arms as he explored her chest. Every move of his hands brought a sound through her throat and into his mouth. Slowly, taunting he felt her hands moving across his chest and then downward. Her fingers hooked themselves inside his jeans and stayed there.
Michael pulled out of the kiss long enough to let her know that he wanted her to take them down. Liz's fingers shook as she fumbled with the snaps. Was she ready to do this? And in a hospital cabinet? Then her fingers met with hard heat through his briefs. Gently, she freed his throbbing cock from its confines.
Michael threw his head back and hissed as her fingers touched him. "MM."
Liz whimpered when his hands left her breasts and began a southern route. Reaching her ass, Michael yanked her skirt up around her waist. His fingers ran down the seams of her underwear, separating the puny threads with a little alien boost. She gasped when he pulled the scrap of cloth from between them. His cock pressed against her wet folds.
"Michael..." She started to say when his mouth tooks hers again. Their tongues danced while their most intimate parts rubbed and grinded. A shiver ran through her body when his hard cock rocked against her clit. "Ah..."
Michael tried to line himself up with her but they were really in an awkward position. So he lifted her up slightly and sank down, bending his knees to push inside her slick hot passage. Who knew that anything could feel like that?
"Uh... (heavy breathing)... uh... Michael..." Liz pleaded, just the tip of him, pressing into the tight ring of muscle just inside her opening. Straightening his legs and pulling her down, Michael thrust his full length into her. To his horror, he felt something tear inside her. A shudder ran through her body releasing itself in a gasp from her lips.
"Liz?" Michael asked softly, afraid to move else more damage be caused by him. He was always ruining everything. He searched her face and found a tear slipping away down her cheek. Slowly her eyes opened and looked him over.
"It's okay. I'm okay." She whispered and moved her hips against him. "Keep... keep going."
His panic faded with the fire in the kiss she gave him. He gave in to the need to stroke himself inside her tight walls. She was completely open to him in her current position, allowing him to delve deep inside her. Liz let out whimpers of pleasure as their bodies came together. As they picked up speed, Liz could feel the cabinet rocking just a bit.
Michael groaned as he pushed in and out of her tight body. Her mouth ground against his, tasting him, memorizing him. There wasn't much she could do in the way of working to increase their speed but she held on tight as his hips bucked into her as fast and hard as their limited room allowed. Michael was sure that he was going to have bruises on his thighs from hitting the shelf over and over again.
Frantically, Michael thrust harder, needing to cum. Panting, he needed to breathe and tore his mouth from hers. Soon her cries filled his ears. "Michael... ah... ahh... anhh. God, Michael... Mi--Mike-Michael."
She was everywhere, around him, and even inside him somehow. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and neck, her toes curled up at his hips, her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples poked at him, her harsh pants landed on his cheek and lips... Her ass and hips, so soft under his hands.
Liz's mouth opened in silent cry when her body tensed in a moment of pure pleasure. One look at the expression on her lovely face was all it took to push him over the edge. Michael spilled himself inside her. "Liz... oh yeah... AH! Yeah!"
Several long moments following their release, a million thoughts rang through both their heads. Pants for breath puffed against the other's ear as slowly they came down from their sexual high.
Michael closed his eyes. What had he done? This was Max's non-girlfriend, not his. This was Liz Parker. This was a beautiful girl, a smart girl that should have nothing to do with a screw-up like him. Even so, Michael found himself nuzzling her neck and shoulders.
Liz never loosened her grip on his body. She should not have done this. Michael Guerin was Maria's, not hers. She wasn't supposed to do things like this... but she was holding him closer, if that was even possible. What had she done? She lost her virginity to someone that drove her absolutely crazy while hiding from some unknown person inside a cabinet in the hospital.
"Michael?" She whispered. He didn't answer her, just kept touching her sweaty bare skin. He kissed her shoulder and felt her relax. "Michael? Does this mean something?"
"Like what?" It hit him. He lost his virginity to Liz Parker in a hospital cabinet in a situation that was supposed to be entirely serious.
"Will it mean something outside this cabinet?"
"I guess that depends." He pulled away slightly to look in her face. "Why did you let me?"
"Why did you?" She countered. He averted his eyes and begain pulling her shirt up her shoulders. "Fine. You drive me insane... and no one gets to me the way you do. You just look at me and I get pissed."
"Ditto."
"I'm not Maria. One word answers don't work on me." Liz turned his face to hers. "You are such an asshole... you know that?"
"Oooh. You've resorted to cussing now." Michael pinned her with a look as he pulled out of her and pulled up his pants.
"Bite me, Michael. You don't care about anyone but yourself." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "This just proves it. You don't even like me and you just had sex with me because you were horny." Her hands buttoned up her shirt and pushed her skirt between her legs.
"What about you? I didn't hear you complaining. You wanted it as much as I did." He shrugged his shirt onto his shoulders, ignoring the sticky feel of suddenly wearing a shirt. "You aren't as innocent as you pretend to be."
"I don't pretend to be anything. You! You just walk around like you're the shit and you aren't. There are better things than you out there." Liz hissed and yanked on her jacket, wishing only to be out of there and some place else.
"I pretend? No! I know what happened here. You... you didn't sleep with Kyle." Michael accused her. "You lied to us all."
"I only lied to Max." She glared at him. "You lie to him all the time. You never told him that you stole my journal."
"Neither did you."
"I just want to be far, far away from you." Liz pushed him against the door, which suddenly flew open, sending Michael to the floor. Liz immediately hopped off the shelf and out of the cabinet. "Finally."
"You guys okay?" Max looked down at Michael and then over at Liz.
"Fine. Just fine." Liz growled.
"You guys were shouting. I couldn't make anything out." Max kept talking, noting the way they glared at each other. "We gotta get out of here before someone finds us."
"No shit." Liz sent one death glare to Michael then stormed out the door. Michael got up off the floor and followed Max out.
"It wasn't even that good." Michael called out after her, once they had exited the waiting room at the end of the corridor. Liz spun around and faced him.
"Wasn't that good?" She annunciated slowly. "Then you just called my name because you wanted what? For me to remove your dick? If it wasn't good then it wasn't for me. I faked it."
"I called--- you were screaming my name. You were calling God." He countered. They had both forgotten that Max was present and following them out into the parking lot.
"To get you the hell away from me." She hissed and climbed into the Jeep. There was no possible way she was getting back on the motorcycle with that ass.
"Guys?" Max shifted nervously. What the hell had happened in that cabinet?
"Shut up." Michael told him without turning. "It wasn't my idea to get inside that damned cabinet."
"But it was your fault we got stuck in there." She screamed back.
"Guys?"
"Shut up." They both told him.
"You kissed me first." Michael yelled. Liz's jaw dropped and she hopped back out of the Jeep.
"You were planning this, weren't you. There was probably another way we could have fit in that cabinet but that position was just too convenient." She shoved him backwards into Max, who had pulled out his cell phone. "You are a jerk!"
"You didn't say no, you were begging me for more." Michael yelled down at her.
"This is not about me."
"Isn't it?"
"This is about you and what a pig you are."
"Yeah, they're fighting... they did it and... yes, they had sex and are now fighting over whose fault it was." Max spoke low into the phone. "No. They forgot I was here. Should I tell them we know? ... Okay..."
Michael and Liz kept shouting at each other, oblivious to Max's presence or who he was talking to on the phone. Max lifted Michael's bike into the back of the Jeep. Finally, he had had enough of their fighting. "Enough!"
They both stopped and blinked at Max. He was still there?
"Kiss, make-up and get into the Jeep." He ordered. They stood absolutely still, realizing he knew what they had done. "What?" Max sighed. "We have just been waiting for the two of you to get it over with. Damn." He climbed into the Jeep. "It was about time the two of you did it. You've been driving the rest of us crazy. I've never met any two people as stubborn and oblivious as the two of you."
Michael's jaw dropped and Liz's eyes went wide. She slapped Michael's arm. "They set us up!"
"Ow!" He yelped. "I didn't know about it so why are you hitting me?"
"That was for letting me leave my bra in there." Liz huffed, then chuckled at how ridiculous that sounded. Then Michael started chuckling. They had been played by all their friends. Was it really that obvious?
Max belted out laughing. "You guys came out of the closet..."
Michael snorted and pulled Liz into his arms. He bent his lips to her ear. "Hey, you're not wearing any underwear."
"Nope..." She licked her lips and turned her head to claim his lips. Their mouths fused together, again forgetting they weren't alone.
"Ok, let's go." Max sat up in the Jeep. They didn't respond. "Guys?" No answer. "Guys? ... oh shit."
**END**