Title: Tabasco Flapjacks 1/1
Author: Lilah
Email: [email protected]
Summary: Michael's in trouble, and he turns to the first person he can
think of (I wonder who?) and the consequences of his actions. I guess
it lacks in plot, but makes up for it in M & M content!
Rating: NC17-No kiddies please
Spoilers: Maybe 'Independence Day'. Nothing further, basically just
my own imagination.
Disclaimer:The cast of Roswell aren't mine (unfortunately) and I'm not
making any money (unfortunately also) from this.
Note: This is my first foray into the world of fan-fic. I haven't watched
a program before that's made me want to write anything about it, but
Roswell has it. Yay for Roswell! Any comments very much appreciated!
__________________________________________________
It was late and Michael Guerin needed to sleep. The exhaustion was wearing
him down, and he could feel his eyelids slipping shut.he just needed
to get somewhere safe. The dark streets were his territory, he'd never
felt scared on them, but when he was in this state, his weariness was
definitely not an advantage. His feet began to get heavier with each
step, and he knew that if he didn't stop soon, things would get bad.
The streetlights seemed to dim through his eyes, and the houses dotted
along the street were dark. He reached the house he thought he'd be
safest and most able to get some sleep at, and halted. The window he
was going to climb into was darkened, but a small blaze of light could
be seen in a far corner of the room.
"Her bedside table lamp." He said slowly, and focusing on the steady
glow, he scaled the side of the house. His feet were not their usual
steady selves, and his hands couldn't grip. It was a wonder how he ever
made it, but he did. The window, unlatched as all the houses in the
area were, slid easily under his touch, a small gift in his debilitated
state. And then he saw her, and he knew all would be ok.
Maria DeLuca, her figure huddled into a fetal position under her blankets.
Her golden hair glinted in the glow of the lamp, and gave her an ethereal
look. Her eyes, shut tightly, were framed with the delicate lashes that
he loved so much. She made him feel whole. She was his home.
She pulled her duvet tighter against the sharp breeze that had come from
the window. Michael carefully stepped inside, managing to knock over
her small bookshelf and a nearby pot plant. A hiss escaped his lips,
he was ready to just fall into bed, and he couldn't give a damn about
the state her room was going to be in. Slowly he pulled his jeans and
shirt off, and lifted the blankets to give himself some room. He slid
into bed, and her warmth was his warmth. He was safe at last, and he
could sleep. She automatically shifted herself around him, her arms
around his waist, her head at his chest. They fit so well; they were
made to be together. That was his last thought as he drifted off into
possibly the soundest sleep of his life.
* * * *
"Mmmm.." Maria groaned loudly. Her arms stretched above her head in
a catlike movement. She was so hot.why was she sweating so much? Then
she realized Michael was beside her, and smiled. His hair was matted
around his forehead, and his breathing was shallow, enough of a sign
to her that he had another few hours of sleep left in him. It was when
she saw the bruise over one eye and another on his torso that she contemplated
waking him.
"Jesus, how can someone do this?!" She remarked out loud. Michael stirred
slightly, but then shifted, sighed and began to snore softly. Gently
she squeezed her way out of his grip, as much as she hated to, and pulled
her robe tightly around her small waist. She had better make a pack
for his bruises, and get some ice for the swelling she noticed around
his neck. A blue tinge was becoming evident around his shoulder blade
as well. "One day I'm going to march over there and beat the shit out
of Hank." she mumbled under her breath.
When she returned to her bedroom, forty minutes later, Michael was having
his own stretching session. He yawned loudly, and grimaced slightly.
"What happened last night?" Maria probed.
"Nothing. Just the usual." Michael responded, anxious to avoid the
discussion he knew was going to ensue. "I was just being a smartass.
I deserved."
"Nobody deserves this." Maria interrupted. God, it made her so angry
that he could just live with it. Why didn't he do something, anything?
Shit, he should move out, or tell social services.something. "Don't
ever say that, let alone in my presence, again. Or I'll be the one kicking
the shit out of you. And Hank for that matter." Michael smiled, knowing
that this was her way of showing how she cared. Threats.
"I can look after myself doll, but thanks for the offer. Much appreciated.
Now, what's for breakfast? Something sweet."
"And let me guess.spicy?" She grinned despite her recent tirade. He
always changed the topic, but she knew one day she'd get the whole story.
One day. "How 'bout a plate of Tabasco flapjacks?" She gently pushed
a matted strand of hair out of his beautiful dark eyes, and looked into
them. God, why did she care so much for him? What was it? And then
she knew. Because she couldn't ever live without him. They were bonded
in some irreversible way, god knows what it was, but they were. And
she knew he couldn't do without her beside him either. Why had they
taken so long to give in to their hunger, as insatiable as it was? So
many questions and the answer always came back to him. It was all him.
"Sounds good babe. Extra spicy." He chuckled, glad that it was Saturday,
and that her mom was away. He had her all to himself. He didn't have
to share her at all, at least for the morning, and that was the way he
liked it. "I'd better ring Max and let him know where I am, or he'll
start searching for me." She nodded at the phone on the bedside table,
and he reached for it, wailing with protest at the stretch on his shoulder.
"Jesus, I've got an invalid on my hands!" Maria handed him the phone
and shook her head, her hair cascading around her forehead delicately.
"I'll put this pack on you when I've got the flapjacks cooking. OK?"
He nodded, already dialing Max's number. Leaving the room for the kitchen,
she thought about what her mother would have to say about the state of
things this morning.
A boy sleeping in your room? What are you, a tramp? > She sighed.
Pretty lucky her mom was away then. She heard in the background Michael's'
gravelly voice talking to Max.
"Hey, Max."
"Michael, where've you been? I've already been around to the trailer,
and you weren't there. Hank said you disappeared." Max seemed concerned.
"Surprised he noticed." Michael remarked in a bitter tone.
"You two didn't have a run in did you?" Michael's' silence was answer
enough. "How bad this time? Where are you now? Do you need me to pick
you up?" His barrage of questions washed over Michael.
"Chill Maximillion. It's bad, but it's been worse. And I'm safe. I'm
having breakfast cooked for me right now as a matter of fact. Flapjacks.
My favorite." He could smell the Tabasco as he spoke, his stomach curling
into hunger pangs.
"Where are you? What? Breakfast? Explain?!!" Max sounded confounded.
"Maria's. She's downstairs now, cooking for me. I think I've got it
pretty good." He grinned to himself, wondering how Max would react to
the news.
"Maria? I thought.never mind. As long as you're ok? You are ok I take
it?"
"Fine and dandy. You guys should come over later on. Bring a vid' or
something."
"By 'you guys' I'm guessing you mean me and Liz?"
"But of course. Who else have you got eyes for? Who else is worth having
eyes for in this town? And you can keep your paws off Maria!"
"My, my, very protective this morning, aren't we? Ok, well, I guess
'we' might see you later on. Seeya bud." Max hung up, confused and pleased
all at once. He had noticed Michael's' strange behavior lately, and
that most of it occurred when Maria was around. He was primarily glad
that Michael was ok though, and it sounded as though last night had been
a tough one.
"You ready for these 'jacks and a compress?" Maria called from the kitchen.
Michael climbed out of bed, pulling his jeans over his boxers as he
walked downstairs. Then he saw the table, set beautifully, with freshly
picked flowers. He could've sworn his heart melted at right that moment.
"Awww..you didn't have to." But the look on his face, one of absolute
amazement at this small act of care pleased Maria so much that she wouldn't
have missed it for the world. Something so small, and yet it meant everything.
"This is.awww.I'm getting all choked up here." He gave his cheeky smile,
the one she knew so well.
"How come we aren't fighting? We always fight." Maria said matter-of-factly.
"I thought we should try a change of tack. Like being civil and seeing
how it worked out?" Maria giggled, and dug in to the mountain of flapjacks
in front of her. Michael ate slowly; savoring each mouthful of the meal
prepared especially for him. But in the back of his mind, something
niggled. He was being followed last night. He could barely remember
it through the haze of pain and fatigue, but it was there. A black suit,
dark hair. It was the FBI. Or the CIA. Something with initials. Something
important.
"Watsup?" Maria mumbled through a mouthful.
"Just.didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk with your mouthful?"
Maria glared.
"What happened to the change of tack? And don't change the subject.what's
the matter. You've gone all weirded out." She reached for his hand,
slightly swollen around the wrist. Gently she cradled his fingers in
her palm.
"I think someone was chasing me last night. Someone followed me from
the park. But I lost them at the intersection. Bizarre." Michael tried
to appear nonchalant and completely intrigued with his breakfast, despite
the fact that he could feel the heat rise in the kitchen because of her
touch. It must've gone up 2 or 3 degrees.
"Shit Michael, why didn't you say something. I thought you got rid of
the whole FBI thing?! I thought that was all over." Maria fought her
panic mechanism down.
"It's not a big thing. I don't know if they were even following me.
And I lost them." He had already pushed it to the back of his mind
to wait for a discussion with Max. Max would probably just say to be
careful. And there'd be nothing more said. He really shouldn't have
told Maria. She worried too much.
"Yeah.whatever. Just don't hold out on me with it. If something's happening."
"I know, I know, I'll tell you. Promise. You'll be the third!" She
laughed, not offended. It went without saying that Max and Isabel came
first and foremost in matters to do with the 'homeland' and any obstacles
along the way. He pulled his hand from hers and began to shovel his
breakfast away in true Michael Guerin style.
Maria finished her plateful, and moved towards the handsome young man
sitting across from her. The compress landed heavily on his shoulder,
and his wince was obvious. But almost immediately the knots in the tight
muscle began to unwind, and as the concoction began to melt on his tanned
skin, the pain eased.
"What's in that?" He queried.
"Just a secret potion of herbs and spices from the cupboard. I figured
there must be something in there that would do the trick, so there's
a little bit of everything. And some deep heat." She held a tea towel
around the edge of the mixture, ready to catch the straying droplets
falling onto the floor. And down his lovely brown back, that was so
clearly defined in the morning light flowing in the kitchen window.
Why hadn't she noticed his semi-nakedness when he wandered down the stairs?
Or when she was eating for that matter? But now the sight of all that
skin devoured her. It ate her up, trapped her. Her sharp intake of
breath was noticeable even to Michael, despite still chowing down on
his meal.
"What? What's wrong?" He quickly turned, throwing half the gooey mix
on the wooden floorboards. Grimacing, he scraped the chair back, and
leaned down to where Maria had begun to clean it up. "Give me that,
it was my fault."
"And it's my floor.I'll clean it." Michael grabbed the cloth and began
to mop.
"I insist. My mess."
"MY FLOOR!" Maria pulled the towel out of his hands, and fell backwards
at the same time. She had to do something with her hands, or they'd
end up all over him. All over his stomach, so tanned and toned. Or
his beautiful face, battered but already healing. The bluish bruises
that only an hour ago had been clearly defined, were now only tinges
and hues, visible at only some angles. Maria was at a good angle. Right
in front of him.
"What's your problem? Fine, be the 'little woman' if that's what you
want. I don't care. Clean woman, clean!" Michael mocked, rocking on
his heels. Maria laughed slightly, and started scrubbing the floor,
concentrating hard on the job at hand. Not on him.
"Um, could you go put a shirt on. It's a little distracting." Michael
stared in amazement.
"You can get over sleeping in very close quarters with me, but cant handle
me not having a shirt on? You are one messed up, sex-crazed female."
Michael scoffed then paraded around the kitchen, perusing the appliances
and various kitchen implements. "Am I turning you on kitten? Do you
want me?" He laughed, finding himself incredibly funny. Unfortunately
Maria was having trouble breathing, and her face had managed to change
to a color resembling a tomato. Of course Michael noticed. "I see.
Well, what can we do about this state of affairs?" He reached down,
the gloopy mess covering his hand, and pulled her from the ground. She
reached for the sponge, rinsed it and wiped the rest of the compress
off his shoulder and back, glad of any contact with him. Then she bent
down and wiped the floor quickly, picking up the last traces of the mess.
"My my, that is a fine specimen." Michael remarked crudely. Maria couldn't
help herself. A chuckle escaped her lips, and Michael pounced. "Do
you like me looking at your butt? It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta
do it!" She swatted him with the sponge, and threw it into the sink.
"I would rather you didn't stare at my ass."
"I wasn't staring. I was checking it out. Big difference."
"Sorry, don't LEER at my ass." It was this moment Michael chose to make
his move. He swooped her up in his arms, and initiated the kiss. The
earth could have stood still for all they cared about. That kiss was
everything. Maria's spine was tingling, as their mouths became needy
and desperate. Michael's hands clutched at her back, grasping the thin
cotton of her white singlet. Their tongues melted together, mingling
in the exploratory motions of new lovers. Maria pulled apart, drawing
in a ragged breath.
"OK then. Right. Uh huh." Michael silenced her ramblings once more,
and his mouth covered hers. He could feel her heart beating through
her chest onto his. Her chest. Oh my god. He was getting to second
base with Maria DeLuca. He'd never even kissed a girl before Maria,
and now he was getting to second base. He had an urge to call Max and
brag immediately. Instead he decided to go with the flow. Lifting her
from her waist, he pulled her to the cushy sofa in the living room.
Carefully he laid her down, cushioning her head gently. He was amazed
at the trust he felt oozing out of her, just staring back at him calmly,
her eyes slightly glazed. A smile flickered on her lips, and he swooped
on her lips, brushing them lightly.
< What am I doing? Where is this leading? >Maria questioned herself.
And then she realized that she didn't care. Let it lead where it led.
Whatever. It had to happen eventually, and she had yearned for Michael
to be with her forever. Ever since he had watched her at the Crash festival.
She had always thought he was bizarre, and not worth a second look,
despite his obvious good looks, but that night he watched her, and there
was so much in that gaze. Care, kindness, maybe a little wistful passion?
None of the things she had ever associated with Michael Guerin before
that night. And she knew he hadn't realized she had noticed. But she
had, and ever since then, there had been something between them, despite
her initial reaction to him being 'not of this world'. < I want to be
his. I want to be his. > She chanted, like a silent mantra. And as
she thought it, he was thinking the same thing.
< I want her, and I want her to want me. Does she want me? I want to
be hers. I want to live in her room. I never want to be without her.
> He reached down slowly to her tightened nipples, tentative and somewhat
afraid. Maria smiled reassuringly, and his hand grew urgent. His hands,
rough and callused, were surprisingly gentle. Her camisole was in the
way. They both knew it, and together they removed it. The flimsy top
was thrown on the floor, forgotten in the moment.
Michael took a sharp intake of breath and sat back on his haunches, straddling
Maria's slim body. She was so beautiful. Her nipples were taught, and
a dusky pink. He hadn't expected to be so turned on, but he found his
body reacting accordingly. Maria went red, embarrassed of her body being
so exposed.
"Hey, nothing to be ashamed of here sweets. I've been wandering around
topless all morning, and I wasn't embarrassed. You should try it more
often." He remarked, his eyes eating her up. "Just make sure you invite
me over first!" She went even redder, but at the same time felt the
tension disappear. "You are beautiful.promise." He leant forward for
a nibble on her jawline, nipping his way down to her soft and sensitive
neck.
"Thanks. I.um.haven't done this before. Ever." He nodded, and she
knew that it was the same for him. She was glad. She didn't want to
have to share him with anyone, even someone in the past.
"It's ok, we can go as slow as you want, and stop whenever. Just say
the word." She acknowledged his comment with a slight nod. His hands
felt so good on her. She wanted all of him.
Slowly they began to undress each other, and soon both were in their
underwear. Michaels attraction was evident through his Calvins, and
Maria knew that if Michael searched where she thought he would, her feelings
would be pretty obvious too. As his hand sought her warmth, she took
a deep breath. His hands, warm and soothing were entering uncharted
territory for both of them, yet they weren't clumsy in the least. Maria
suspected a magnetic force was pulling him towards her heat. And boy,
was it hot!
Maintaining eye contact, Michael placed his hand firmly on her belly,
with just his fingertips under the seam of her satin panties. She could
feel his hot breath on her shoulder, quickening. Her own had sped up,
simply from the closeness of their two bodies. Painstakingly slowly
his hand delved under the elastic waist, touching her curls so gently.
And then, ever so gently, his fingers reached within her folds, and
found the warmth they were seeking. Maria sighed deeply, and Michael
pushed slightly, feeling how she would react. As he did so, her breathing
quickened, and a small moan found it's way to her lips.
"Michael.more.ahhhh." She moaned quietly. Michael followed orders,
and plunged three fingers into her milky depths, making her cry out in
pleasure and in pain. He found a rhythm and worked with it, speeding
up now and then, teasing when he though appropriate. As her heart beat
raced against his bare chest, her sighs and crys became more laboured.
Soon she was clinging to him, her lower body arched against his so his
digits could reach all the way into her. Her pelvis began to convulse
in small shocks at first, and as she neared climax, her whimpers turned
into screams.
"Oh god.Michael.yes!!!" Maria felt everything explode, and small fireworks
went off in front of her eyes. Michael's fingers were contracted between
her walls, and his eyes slid shut, lost in her ecstasy, wanting to lose
himself within her. As her breathing slowed, and her eyes opened, he
felt a urging hand on his shoulder.
"Michael, I want you now. Right now." He nodded, feeling the urgency,
the need to continue in this perfect moment. Maria reached down to his
erection, hard and ready, stroking it gently. His moan of pleasure was
enough to show his own eagerness towards the act. She slid her hands
beneath his buttocks, pulling the thin cotton from him. A small smile
played on her lips. He REALLY liked her!
"Maria.do you have.you know? Contraceptives? Condoms? Anything. Because
I think." Michael mumbled through his dry lips. Her fingers touched
his mouth, and shushed him.
"Just a sec. In my room." As she went to get up, Michael thought that
the whole thing might be a little more romantic on a bed, rather than
the lumpy old cushions, surrounded by pictures of a young Maria and her
mother. Somehow it didn't seem right.
"How about we both go to your room? Then we'd have your bed. It might
make things a little more.comfortable." Maria simply pulled him off
the sofa, and pushed him up the stairs, watching his butt as he took
them two at a time. < I could seriously get used to this! >
The sunlight streamed through the open window, and a cooling breeze played
on their bare skin. Goosebumps rose on their arms, and as Maria reached
into the drawer of her bedside table, she wondered what she was doing.
< Is this right? I mean, I don't even know what planet he's from. His
semen could explode or something, and I'd either end up dead, or very
embarressed explaining the situation to a doctor. > The thought made
her laugh, figuring that the likelihood of THAT kind of explosion was
unlikely. It was the other kind she wanted to explore. She turned to
find her soon-to-be lover sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at
her with a sense of longing. She could feel it. And it made her feel
powerful.
As she held out the small disc shaped object, a smile once again crossed
his lips. Maria doubted she had ever seen the sultry alien teen smile
so much in his life. But then again, her own grin was threatening to
take over her face. She moved towards him, feeling her own need at the
tops of her thighs, moistening in readiness. She ripped the small foil
packet, and removed the latex sheath, unrolling it carefully. Again,
Michael's eyes had glazed, and as she slid it over his throbbing erection,
a sigh escaped his lips. Then, his eyes suddenly wide, he reached for
her, grabbing her hips in his hands. Pulling her back onto the bed,
elbows on either side of her breasts, his mind was going a thousand miles
per hour. < This is so right. This has to happen. Max is gonna kill
me. Out of jealousy most likely! >
As his knees gently spread her thighs, his hands searched for hers.
Holding them captive above her head with one hand, his other reached
for her curls again. Massaging that round hard spot had made her go
crazy before. Maybe it would make it easier this time. As he rubbed
slowly, Maria's moans became audible once more. Deep and guttural, it
made him feel alive. He could feel her wetness seeping onto his palm,
and her eyes pleaded with him to go further.to make it real. He edged
his hips closer to her.
"It's gonna hurt. I don't want to hurt you." He whispered in her ear.
"I know. I'm ready.just go.ok? Because we've come this far. There's
no turning back." Maria's eyes twinkled mysteriously. "And I wouldn't
want to anyway." Michael took a deep breath, and slowly guided his
shaft into the small crevasse where it was most wet, pushing against
her, her tightness still yeilding him. Just resting for a moment, letting
her get used to the feel of him against her, he could feel her readying
herself against the pain to come.
In one quick movement he was inside her, feeling the tear of thin tissue,
and her cry of pain. Her muscles tensed against the intrusion, and he
halted again. A tear slid down Maria's pale cheek, and he wiped it tenderly
with his thumb. As she gathered herself, she nodded for him to continue.
In his worry for her, he'd forgotten his own senses. She was so warm,
and safe. And felt so good wrapped around him. Slowly he began to move
within her, thrusting gently in and out. As the pain began to subside
to a dull ache, Maria felt his need, his desire. Pushing against his
thrusts, the penetration began to get deeper, and feel better, especially
when he reached down and rubbed her clit again. That rythmic motion
pulled her back to the real world, and then left her soaring again.
As their bodies quickened against each other,pumping harder, they glistened
in sweat. Maria felt a sensation similar to that of the previous exploits
on the couch, but so much more intense. The orgasm hit her hard, her
walls contracted with such a force that Michael felt his own was squeezed
out of him. A joint cry of ecstasy was heard, and then the heavy breathing
of the satisfied. Michael lay on top of Maria, spent and tired.
"Wow. That was.wow." He remarked clumsily. She stoked his cheek, wiping
the beads of sweat from his drenched face. His hair, all funky and spiked
was wet and matted. But what pleased her the most was the look on his
face. Pure bliss. His eyes, half closed.and the smile at the corners
of his mouth. His breathing slow. He was...content. And she loved
him.
"I'm heavy. I'll." He made to move.
"Don't you dare. I like you being on top of me." She said quietly.
Michael, silently pleased at the comment, stilled, and simply lay his
head on her chest, his spent erection lingering inside of her.
"Shit, I've got to get rid of the condom. Just a sec." Protesting,
Maria felt him slide out of her, wishing she could have that security
forever. He stumbled to the bathroom, and then rushed back to her.
She was almost asleep, bathed in the afterglow. Laying down beside her,
pulling back the sheets to simply gaze at her naked form, he noticed
blood between her legs. "Babe.we've got to get you cleaned up. Then
you can sleep, ok?" Maria nodded, feeling the sticky wetness, and the
bruised muscles. She swung her legs over the bed, and wandered after
Michael towards the bathroom. He was already moistening a flannel, and
sat her on the side of the bath, cleaning her in the most intimate, protective
of ways. She held on to him, as her sore, bruised lips were carefully
bathed, watching as he intently concentrated on the job at hand. When
finished, he placed a kiss lovingly on her golden halo of wispy blonde
tufts.
"You ok?" Michael queried.
"Perfect.never been better.wonderful.amzing." Michael silenced her ramblings
with a fingertip softly on her full lips.
"Will you just be quiet?" She laughed mockingly.
"You know you love it! C'mon mister.let's go to bed." Maria pulled
him from the bathroom floor, back into her bedroom, still saturated with
the smell of their lovemaking. They curled up together, the mid-morning
sun shining through the window stroking their backs. In minutes their
breathing was in sync, and Maria smiled to herself. < I'm falling asleep
in my LOVERS arms. Who would have thought? >
* * *
The phone ringing awoke Michael first, his unusually heavy sleep falling
from him in waves. Unsure as to whether he should answer it, he nudged
Maria gently. She complained vocally.
"Oh.five more minutes.hmmm." Settling back down quickly, before Michael
pushed her off the bed. "What?!! What's going on? What.oh.the phone.Hello?"
She said angrily into the cordless.
"Hey, Maria.it's Max here. Is, um, Michael around? It's just, he kinda
invited me and Liz over before." Max mumbled, almost shyly to Maria.
"Just a second.it's for you." She threw the phone at him, and pulled
her robe from the floor. Still slightly sleepy, and still in shock from
her rude awakening, her vision adjusted to see Michael in all his naked
glory reach for the phone. A grin appeared at the corners of her mouth.
She was no longer a virgin. And neither was he. THEY were lovers.
And her lover was naked in her bed. Talking to his friend on the phone.
For the second time that day, Maria exited while Michael began a conversation
to Max.
"Hey.are you guys coming over?"
"Yeah.I was wondering if the invitation was still open.you guys haven't
planned anything else together, have you?" Michael smiled despite himself.
If only Max knew.
"Nope, we've caught up on everything this morning, so the afternoon's
free.so, you up for it?"
"Ok, then, see you in about fifteen?" Max hung up, and Michael, realising
he was alone in the bedroom, pulled on some clothes. < Talk about de-ja-vu.
Didn't I do this about three hours ago? >
"Maria, Max and Liz are coming over to watch a video.they said they'd
pick one up. OK?" He called down the stairs.
"Great. Um, maybe you should clean up the bed, while I tidy the living
room." Maria directed. Sighing, Michael picked up the various clothing
items scattered around the room, folded them neatly and made the bed.
With each pull of the bedspread he felt a twinge of care and tenderness,
remembering the finer details of the mornings exploits. She had been
so willing, so ready for him. And he to her. It had felt so right,
and all the regrets and doubts he had steadied himself for had either
dissapated or not shown at all.
Taking a last glance over the room, which was so typically Maria, with
the odd assortment of knick knacks and battered furniture, he knew that
his would lie in this room as long as Maria did. Even the doona, a throwback
from the 80's by the looks of it, had a place in his carefully guarded
heart.
"Are you coming down, or are you gonna hibernate up there all day? Liz
and Max are gonna be here soon...are you listening to me? Michael?"
Maria's voice echoed through the thin walls, and somewhat grudgingly,
Michael retreated downstairs, away from the room that he had become so
fond of. She was standing in the middle of the lounge, in her robe,
surveying the area with a critical eye. "Anything look out of place
to you?" Michael shook his head...the room looked exactly as it had
before their spontaneous romp occurred. Satisfied, Maria pulled on the
clothes that she had collected from around the floor, and pushed her
hair out of her face. This act of complete comfort, changing in front
of Michael made him feel so welcome and accepted. She hadn't even thought
twice about it. Just dropped the robe and pulled on a bra. As she
straightened her top, the doorbell rang, and familiar voices could be
heard from the stoop.
"Maria.Michael? Video delivery service here." Liz's voice called.
Maria let them in, and Michael stood expectantly behind her. Liz stared
carefully at the positioning of the two people on the other side. Hadn't
they been at each others throats last time she saw them? And now Michael
was virtually standing on top of Maria, and she was glancing at him continuously.
Max had said that Michael had stayed over, but Liz knew that this was
nothing to be worried about, as Michaels home life was rough, and Maria's
bed must have been preferable to his own. But this.this was bizarre.
"So you two look quite cozy. Have a good night did we?" Max asked nonchalantly,
while casting a conspirational gaze at Liz.
"Actually we both slept like babies. Now, what movie did you guys bring?"
Maria ushered them inside, while Michael put his arms around her waist.
Liz's eyes almost came out of their sockets, and Max had to do a double
take before he realised what was really going on.
"Do you guys have something you'd like to tell us?"
The End