| Title: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (When You�re Fast Asleep) Author: Caroline DeLuca Category: Liz/Maria Slash Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: You can bet your sweet patootie that if I was in charge, Alex would still be alive. So obviously, I�m not. I am a nobody, the great and powerful Jasin Katims and Co. own all, I am not worthy, yadda yadda yadda. Please don�t sue me, it�d be the whole blood from a stone fiasco all over again, and I don�t think anyone really wants to go there again. Author�s Note: Kind of a weird method of story-telling. It�s mostly Maria�s POV, with a handful of Liz thrown in for good measure, and there�s a public service announcement in there somewhere. It�s to ensure a non biased report of the talk. Confused yet? Read on, it�ll all become clear. Day Two: Friday *****MARIA***** Decisions, decisions. Stay home, or go to school? If I go to school, red top, or the blue one Liz loves on me? If I stay home, sleeping pills or a sharp kitchen knife to my wrists? That does it. Just because my best friend freaked out on me, does not mean that I have to end my life. In fact, when you think about it, it�s even more reason to go to school. And damn it, I�m going to wear the blue top. I happen to like it on me, too. *****LIZ***** Write her a note. Eraser room, second period. I know she�s got a free, cos so have I. And now, during first period, I have only two things to do. Get the note to her without the teacher seeing. And calm myself down before I have a heart attack. Perhaps if I don�t think about what I�m about to do...? *****MARIA***** So I�m sitting here, in first period, right? And then Max passes me this note, with Liz�s handwriting on the front. I�m thinking, this is the final kiss off, you know? She�s gonna ask to meet me and then tell me she wants nothing to do with me for the rest of her life, for as long as you both shall live, yadda yadda yadda. Imagine my shock when the first part of my little scenario played out just like I�d thought it would. Maria I have to talk to you. Eraser room, second period? Liz Oookay. So, for the rest of the class I�m totally unable to concentrate, thinking about whether or not I�ll be able to hang out with Alex of Liz never wants to see me again, and various other thoughts in that vein. I took one quick look over at Liz, but she looked just as pants-shittingly nervous as I did. That was the one thing that didn�t fit with everything else I�d thought. But I didn�t realize it at the time. The bell for class change rang, and everyone grabbed their books and ran for the door. I swear, if there was ever an Olympic event called "grab your shit and run", a high school student would win it every time. By the time you get to be a senior, you�ve pretty much perfected your own method of "grab your shit and run". I know I have. But I was having trouble moving. Something in me was trying to tell me something, but I wasn�t sure what. I know that at the time I interpreted it as "ohmigod, Liz hates me now" but to tell the truth, I wasn�t sure what it was. Reluctantly, I made my way to the Eraser room. I walked inside and she was already there. She mumbled something about it already being taken, but she shoved the little freshman lovers out, and now it was free for us. I could not have cared less. I wanted her to get to the point, so I could use maximum moping time. She opened her mouth, and I steeled myself for "Maria, I don�t want to talk to you ever again." But instead, what came out was, "How do you feel about me?" *****LIZ***** Well, I don�t know why I asked her that! I was NOT supposed to say that. I had what I was going to say all planned out in my head, but when I saw her, all trembling and ready to cry, it all flew out. And all I could say, or rather ask like an idiot, was "How do you feel about me?" And then I watched her steel herself, and take a deep breath, as if her description of how she felt about me was going to be a long one. *****MARIA***** Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself mentally for telling her the truth. She seemed to want to hear it now, which was a big improvement over yesterday�s walking away. But how to begin? "I�d like to say that you are my best friend and nothing more." I saw her eyes flicker with something - could it have been relief? Disappointment? But I had to go on. "But I can�t. I�ve been having those dreams about you for some time now, and it doesn�t look like they�re going to go away any time soon." I saw her bite her lip. I�ve seen her do this many a time, but now... I gulped and went on. "How I feel about you? Think about Alex. How does he feel about Isabel?" The light shone in her eyes, and though her eyes were full of tears, I knew she knew. She understood. "That�s how I feel about you. And I know you�ll never feel the same way, and so this feeling that I�ve been carrying around with me... it�s eating me inside. And I�ve tried to make it go away, tried to bury myself with Michael, and it didn�t work. Every time he�s doing... stuff... to me, all I can think of is you. And it�s not helping my case any to be seeing you around everywhere... maybe I should ask my mom if I can be home schooled, or something. I have to be... someplace that�s not here now." I turned to leave, and that�s when she spoke. *****LIZ***** How can you listen to something like that, and not burst into tears? I know. I listened to every word Maria said, and it was taking a conscious physical effort on my part not to break down and sob my heart out. I had to stay strong, for her, but when she turned to go, I had to do something. How can you listen to something like that, and then let her walk away? "Wait," I said, my voice foreign to me. She turned, and paused, waiting to see if it was worth her while to stay. I intended to make sure it was, but what could I have possibly said to make her hurt go away? Sometimes actions speak louder than words. I still don�t know why I did it, but I�ll be forever grateful that something in me snapped, and MADE me make the move that I made. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to me, and I kissed her. *****MARIA***** Her lips were on mine. I was terrified. What do I do now? Do I stay completely still, scared that she�ll decide I�m a freak and run as far as she can? Or do I kiss her back, assuming that since she started kissing me first, she wants this? Having wanted this for so long, I hesitated for too long, and she broke the kiss. I couldn�t breathe. Couldn�t move. Couldn�t speak. It had felt so good... *****LIZ***** It had felt so good... Nothing with Kyle, or even Max had felt like this. It was liquid energy, running through my veins, it was lightening hitting my entire body, it was every clich� you can think of and more. I needed breath, obviously, as you do, and so I pulled away. I was more that a little worried, because she hadn�t kissed me back. Having heard her story, I felt sure that she�d want to kiss me even more than I wanted to kiss her, but maybe... Well, whatever. It was the best kiss I�d ever had, and if, to get kissed like that again, I had to kiss my best friend, who happened to be a girl, then so be it. So, having done it once, I prepared to take the bull by the horns. Again. But just as I was moving in closer to her again, I saw her take a baby step towards me... *****MARIA***** Something in my eyes must have been asking a silent question, because something in her eyes answered it. It couldn�t be phrased in speech, I don�t think. One of those things that just doesn�t translate properly. But what I was asking was along the lines of "do you want this?" and I�m fairly sure her answer was "yes." This made me bolder, gave me courage. I took a baby step towards her, and like a feather touch, touched my lips to hers. What we felt made us both jump. Okay, I know we�d done it once before, but it was different now. We both knew what was going to happen, and that made it that much better. Before I knew it, her tongue was demanding entrance to my mouth, and who was I to refuse it? I�ve never refused Lizzie anything in my life, and I�m not about to start now. There�s something sweet yet surreal about feeling your best friend�s tongue exploring your mouth. I�m not complaining, though. It was the most exciting thing I�d ever done. Slowly but surely, my tongue got restless. And yes, I know it�s an inanimate object, but it got restless! It was whining at me, begging me to DO something with it. So, and I�m gonna thank the movie "Cruel Intentions" for this, I started to massage her tongue with mine. Until now, we�d been standing kind of separated, joined at the mouth, but having to lean in for this limited contact. All this was about to change. As soon as my tongue went into action, I heard this incredible sound from Liz, kind of halfway between a moan and a cry of ecstasy, and then she stepped in as close as we could have been, and wrapped her arms around my waist. We broke this kiss for lack of air, and after one look in each other�s (darkened by passion) eyes, we kissed again, this time even more frantically than before. My arms wound up around her neck and held her close to me, and I ran my hand through her gorgeous dark, silky hair. I felt her hands start moving, down from my waist to my butt, and I felt her squeeze gently, almost fearfully. I made a sound of my own. God, I never thought I�d be doing this! After they�d squeezed my butt, her hands made their way up my back, which was such an incredible sensation. Their final destination? When Liz reached the top of my back, she brought her hands round to the front and cupped both my breasts at once. This provoked another indescribable sound from me, and I hastened to do the same to her. Standing like this, in the Eraser room, at school, Roswell High school Roswell New Mexico to be exact, I looked at my best friend in the world, Elizabeth Parker. She had both her hands on my breasts, and I had both mine on hers. That, I think, was when I came back to my senses and jumped back. "Liz! What are we doing? We can�t be doing this, it�s wrong, and-" "It�s only wrong if you think it�s wrong, Maria. I happen to think it felt oh, so right." "Is that what you really think?" "That is what I know." All the same, I straightened my clothes and redressed, hoping Liz would take the hint and do the same. She did, but I noticed she was very reluctant, and I caught her looking at me a couple times in the strangest way. I was overcome with an urge to reassure her, to reassure myself, and I blurted out, "Liz, can I kiss you?" "God, yes, Maria! Don�t ever feel you have to ask-" Then she was cut off by my lips claiming hers. You know, for two people who claim to have come to the Eraser room NOT FOR THAT, we seem to be doing a lot of... THAT. The root of my problem was in the actual location. We were at school, and while I didn�t have a problem kissing her at school, kissing was so much easier to explain than some of the other stuff we had been doing. Self preservation was the key. Which explains why, as I broke the kiss, even though I was dying to keep kissing her for all eternity, I whispered that we had to go. ***** It was so hard to believe that almost an hour had passed since we both arrived in the Eraser room. The time had flown, as if it hadn�t been there at all. In fact, it had felt like I�d only just touched my lips to Liz�s before deciding we needed to go. I felt... lonely. For the rest of the school day, I had no classes with her. I couldn�t stop thinking about her. I needed her, just like I needed air. And it wasn�t doing a thing for my concentration, either. I don�t know how many times I got yelled at by irate teachers who couldn�t understand why I wasn�t riveted by their lectures. I wasn�t worried, much. I knew that as soon as school was finished, everything would be all right. The final bell rang. I sprinted for the door, and didn�t slack off the pace until I�d reached the Crashdown. Changing with the speed of light, I looked around for Lizzie. And then I saw her. She was a vision in aqua, much as I hate to admit it. After all these years of swearing no one could ever look good in these uniforms (except maybe Isabel, who looks gorgeous in anything. Bitch!) I had to admit that Lizzie was stunning. Thanking whoever it is up there that we were both early, I walked up to her, slowly, slinking my body to extract the desired response. And hoo, boy, did I get the desired response. *****LIZ***** Well, lets be very honest with ourselves now. Let me set the scene, and you�ll see that what I did was perfectly understandable. Picture this: You�ve spent an hour making out for the first time with someone you�ve recently started a tentative relationship with, be they male or female. You�ve had to stop, right when you were just getting started, and you REALLY wish you hadn�t had to. Stop, I mean. Said person is now working a shift at work with you, and they have just walked over to you, out of view of everyone else and doing the sexiest little walk you have ever seen them, or anyone else for that matter, do. Now they�re standing in front of you. So what do you do? Exactly. I felt an incredible need for my tongue to be in her mouth, and I acted on said urge. *****MARIA***** I�d expected for us to maybe talk about what had happened between us, but this worked too. My tongue joined hers in a dance that could only be described as erotic. Somewhere in the course of that first kiss, we walked backwards (well, forwards for me) and Liz bumped against the counter that everyone shoves their stuff on when they get changed. Quick as a wink, I lifted her on to it, showing incredible strength for me, and as she opened her legs, I walked in between them, kissing her furiously all the while. I couldn�t get enough of her, I couldn�t get close enough to her. Nothing was satisfying this indescribable need I had for Liz. My hand snaked up near her breast, and then hesitated, but her hand guided it to its intended destination, moaning in delight. So I was standing in between her legs, kissing her, with my hand caressing her through her uniform, when the alarm went off. It was at this point I saw red. "Jeez, why the hell can�t people leave us alone? Every time I just think I�m getting what I need, and kissing you, and loving you, something else happens to make us stop. It�s driving me mad!" Liz reached down and kissed my nose, a gesture that made me calm down somewhat. "Relax, M�ria," she murmured. "It�s Friday, after all." And where, along the line, had I forgotten that? Sacred Friday night tradition that involved us having a girls night in! Everyone connected with us knew of this and respected this, and very often my mother made an effort to be out of town to leave us the house! "My place," I murmured back. "And you better believe we�re gonna finish what we started here." "I wouldn�t miss it," she shot back, nipping at my lower lip for emphasis. God, I wanted her! The entire shift was agony, but a different agony to that of the night before. Now I was on edge, waiting with unbearable tension for the moment Liz�s dad would declare us free, and we could get back to each other. Jumpy doesn�t even begin to describe me. Alex tried to surprise me with a bunch of daisies behind my back, creeping up behind me to kiss my cheek and hand them to me. My screech drew the attention of every customer in the place, and that�s when Mr. Parker made his move. "Maria? A bit too excited about Friday night festivities, are you?" Mr. Parker always called it that. Friday night festivities. It was cute, so we tolerated it. Now, however... "Um, yeah, I really am." "Our place or yours tonight, eh?" "Um, I think mine, Mr. Parker, sir. Can I please go now? Cos the sooner I get this floor mopped, the sooner my shift is over..." "Leave it, Maria. We can get it in the morning. You and Liz go, and enjoy your day off tomorrow." "Oh thank you!" This, in my opinion, was one of the nicest things he�d ever done for me. Us. I jumped up, gave him a huge bear hug around his middle, and raced off to get Liz before he could change his mind. Keeping my hands off of Liz while we changed was one of the hardest things I think I will ever have to do, but within ten minutes we were well on our way to my house, and I congratulated myself on my restraint. When we reached my door, I fished my keys out of my pocket and let us in, and we headed for the living room. "Wanna watch a video?" I asked her, heading for the TV. "We just got Clueless, it�s a classic!" "Nope." "Well, what do you wanna do, then?" VERY stupid question. No sooner had I flopped down on the couch, she was on top of me, kissing the life out of me. Like I was complaining. Like I�ve said before, kissing Liz is very different from kissing a guy. She seems to know, instinctively, what I like, just like I know what she likes. It�s like I�ll never get close enough to her. I don�t know how long we stayed like that for, but when I looked up again, the clock read ten past nine. Reluctantly, I got up from the couch, leaving Liz lying there, pouting, her lips very kiss swollen. Damn, on her the look was sexy. My stomach was growling, and I�m pretty sure hers must have been too, so I headed for the kitchen to make us some food. Not even having to ask her what she wanted, I got out all the fixings for my patented Maria-DeLuca-three-egg-and-anything-else-in-the-kitchen omelettes. Sho loves �em. Can�t get enough of �em. Just as I set the last of the ingredients down on the counter, I felt two arms snake around my waist. "You�re very sexy when you cook," Liz whispered in my ear, nibbling a little. I leaned back into her, enjoying the feel of her warmth pressed against my back. Then I came back down to earth with a thud, because the thing that�d been nagging me all evening just burst from my throat. "We need to talk," I blurted, wishing I hadn�t. *****LIZ***** I was having the time of my life. Kissing Maria, being able to touch and feel and kiss Maria, was the bast thing that�d ever happened to me before. And now, she was going to cook for me! Her famous omelettie thingies. They�re so good! Only, the feeling of foreboding I�d been getting from her all evening, a sort of heebie-jeebie vibe, was bothering her, I could tell. And then she said we needed to talk. *****MARIA***** Ooookay. This wasn�t gonna be easy, but it was high time Liz and I had the talk. You know, the talk couples have when they�re not sure if they�re couples yet? We needed to have that talk. "Liz? We need to have THAT talk." "Oh." *****PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT***** THE FOLLOWING IS A DIRECT TRANSCRIPT OF "THE TALK" THAT MARIA AND LIZ HAD TO HAVE. THIS IS TO ENSURE A NON BIASED REPORT ON SAID TALK. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. *****END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT***** L: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" M: "Us. I don�t know exactly how to say this, but are we... like... a couple now? Cos if we are, there�s some stuff we should sort out." L: "Totally." M: "Totally what, totally we�re a couple, totally we need to sort some stuff out, help me out here Liz cos I�m more than a little nervous." L: "Totally everything. Okay, first question: Are we a couple? Well, I�m going to answer yes, because I can�t imagine going to school and googling after Max now, now that I have you. And I�d like to stay with you for as long as I can, if that�s all right with you." M: (eyes shining with tears) "That�s so beautiful. We�re a couple. (Sniff, sniff, wipe eyes on jacket sleeve, continue.) "So, when are we gonna tell our parents?" L: "Hadn�t got that far in my logic. I think we should tell Alex first, he�s our best-" M: "He knows. I sort of went to him for advice before... well, you know." L: "Well, Max and Michael should definitely be the next to know. We can�t keep stringing them along. Then Isabel, cos she�s Max�s twin, and then-" M: "The parentals." L: "Yours or mine first?" M: "Mine, I think, she�s more liberal in her thinking. That way, if your parentals get the wig, there�s a place for you to stay. Lizzie, I hope she accepts us. I don�t think I could live without my mother-" L: "I know, Maria. I know." M: "Here�s the other important question: Are we out to everyone, or just our friends?" L: "How about we just tell selected people, and let it go from there? Cos the people we want to tell aren�t likely to spread it-" M: "And then whoever finds out after that, who cares?" L: "Exactly." *****PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT***** THIS IS THE END OF THE TRANSCRIPT. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. *****END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT***** TBC... |
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