Active, Reactive
Author: Deah
Category: Other
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Original Characters and Storylines are the property of Warner
Bros, Jason Katims Productions, Twentieth Century Fox, FOX, Regency
Television and Melinda Metz.
Summary: The story takes place 22 years into the future. It features the
Roswell characters & their kids.
Writers Note: Feedback is great (bad or good)
It was pitch black when Maria woke up. She hadn't been sleeping well lately.
Between her editor breathing down her neck and the kids constant fights, she was
a wreck Maybe she'd take a bath, a few candles...a little aromatherapy, it might
do the trick. No, Maria, it's 2am, you'll wake the whole house, she reminded
herself.
She sighed, looking at Michael. He was in death sleep mode. He could sleep if a
missile hit their backyard. He was on his side, facing away from her. Maria
smiled, glancing at his hair. 38 years old and still not a trace of gray. He
really didn't look that much older when they got married. For that matter,
neither did she. Every time a little laugh line appeared, Michael would take
care of it. He would lovingly stroke her face and the next day it wouldn't be
there. She really had to stop letting him do it. Of course, when he did it he
was so subtle that she didn't realize it until later. He had gotten to be quite
the master with his powers.
Maria ran her hand up his arm. God, she loved him. The fear was still there that
any day something might happen and he would be taken away from her. She tried to
push it down, but it was there...a cold, dark monster that kept her awake. Then
there was the kids...she knew she wasn't alone about that. All of them worried
that the kids would slip one day and the their whole delicate existence would
come crushing down around them.
Why had they ever stayed in Roswell? Michael and her had planned on moving away
as soon as they hit eighteen. It just seemed like they were magnetically fixed
in that town. Max, Liz, Isabel and Alex didn't make the move, so it was easier
to stay than miss them all. In the long run, Maria supposed, it was for the
better. She loved them all too much to leave. They were as much a part of her as
her own mother.
Maria hadn't noticed that her hand had now traveled down Michael's naked back.
She was running it unconsciously, up and down, slowly. Michael had been awake
since the moment she touched him. The feeling of electricity hitting his body
when she even so much as bumped into him had never left. He loved it when she
touched him. He didn't care if it was two in the morning. If he had his
way, her hands would be on him 24-7.
Michael turned to look at her. He could see her eyes even in the dark. They were
locked on him, still wondrous and teasing. He knew she was upset, again. He
wished he knew what to say to comfort her, but he was no better at words than he
was twenty years before. He didn't need words, anyway. Maria knew him. Felt his
thoughts. The verbal transaction was unnecessary.
He ran his hand across her cheek. He had believed he could never trust anyone
besides Max and Isabel, but as soon as he had 'borrowed' her car with her in it
back in 1999, it had started growing. His need to be with her. To have her by
him when he didn't want even Max and Isabel around. What would happen if his
life span was longer than hers? This question had never been satisfied over the
years and it bugged him. Just shut up, he commanded himself. He didn't want to
think about that now. A life without Maria...
Her mouth on his, jerked him away from his thoughts. She had his hair in her
hands. Her lips working wonders on his. Yeah, he was awake now...all over.
Making love to her was nothing short of amazing. He couldn't fathom ever getting
tired of it. He could be eighty and he would feel like this.
Maria felt Michael's hand traveling up her thigh, while his other arm pulled her
closer to him. Mmmm...yep, this what she definitely needed right now. When his
mouth traveled down to her neck, a moan escaped. Uh-huh...a little good old
fashioned nookie never hurt. She giggled at the thought. Michael lifted his head
up, questioning her laugh, then grinned with evil intent glittering in his eyes.
He stepped everything up a few notches. Clothes were gone in an instant and his
lips were everywhere all at once. Ok, if I die right now, what is he gonna tell
the kids? I teased your mother into nonexistence? She threw her head back and
moaned again. This was too much.
"Michael..." She let out with her moan.
He brought his face back to hers. Smiling slightly between kisses. "You
want me to stop?" He asked between one.
"I'll kill you if you do." She answered between another. That was all
encouragement he needed. When they joined, Maria had a flash. It sometimes
happened. A little distracting, but it seemed to intensify other things. This
one was quick. A tunnel, a bright light, stars and children. Children? They
weren't hers.
Michael watched as her release washed over her face and she relaxed in his arms.
She smiled sweetly up at him, and that was it for him. He squeezed his eyes
shut, letting out a long sigh. When it was over he laid next to her, his arms
around her, her head on his chest. He played with her wet hair. She looked
completely at ease. Maybe she'd sleep now, he hoped.
"Feel better?" He asked her, planting a kiss in her hair.
"I dunno...maybe we should do it again, just to make sure."
He chuckled. "I don't think I could make it."
"We're getting old," She teased.
"If that's old, then I can't wait to hit sixty." He waited for her
witty comeback, but when it didn't come, he realized she was asleep. Good. They
had a long day ahead of them tomorrow. Her editor, his clients. Sometimes he
wondered why a mute like him had chose to be a lawyer. Then he'd remember a
lonely boy that had once been helped by a lawyer. His life really began the day
Mr Evans had help him gain emancipation from Hank. Who would've ever thought, he
mused as drifted back to sleep.