| TITLE: So Real AUTHOR: Karen "Powrhug" Wood E-MAIL: [email protected] CATEGORY: short Michael/Isabel angst, NC-17 for sexual content SUMMARY: Isabel has trouble deciding what's a dream and what's reality. WARNINGS: if you don't like the idea of Michael with Isabel, you won't like this. NC-17 for sexual content--please do NOT read if you're underage. Spoilers? None ARCHIVE-Sure, if you want it just take it...but let me know where so I can come visit! Anyone I've said okay to before doesn't need to ask. DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own them. Others do. I'm just writing my thoughts about the characters down and sharing. Without profiting of course. Written 11/3/01. DEDICATION: To Cranky...Cliffie-smut! I beat you to it! :P She was sitting in the booth, trying to figure out if the night before had been another dream or if it had been reality when he came in. It shouldn't be that difficult, except that her dreams these days were more real to her than her waking hours, leaving her confused at times as to who what when why or how. Michael sat down across from her and didn't say anything for a long while. Which could mean a number of things and really didn't provide her with any of the answers she sought. She avoided looking at him, feeling the color rise from her neck, across her face, and to her temples as she thought of what might or might not have happened between them the night before. She could feel his eyes on her, which didn't help matters in the least. Finally she met his gaze, and answered his raised eyebrow with a question of her own. "Do you remember, Michael? I mean, let's say there was something to remember...do you?" He looked at her for a moment, as if puzzled by her confusion, and then exited the booth only to join her on her side. Isabel looked around quickly as she made room for him and was relieved to see that *she* wasn't on duty this morning. The close proximity of him to her did nothing to quell her agitation, and she continued to ramble, trying to explain away why she was wondering what had happened, without giving away what she thought had happened, just in case it hadn't. Just in case her over-tired, over-stimulated mind had taken wishful thinking a little too far. "Isabel," he said with a faint smile playing on his lips. "Isabel." She stopped talking and looked away. Looked straight ahead at the now-empty seat across the table from her. She shivered slightly as he leaned toward her, his chest pressed firmly against the side of her arm, his mouth inches away from her ear. "I remember," he said, softly. "I remember all of it." And she did as well, the memories coursing back in vivid swirling colors. Of her and him arguing, something they hadn't done in quite some time. Of a blow-up at the counter over something....nothing really. And of her storming out into the alley with him close behind. The others leaving them to work it out alone. Laughter and knowing smiles all around indicating that there was relief that something, at least this *thing* --Michael irritating Isabel and driving her crazy, was back to normal. Her breathing became more pronounced at the memory of what came next. Of what happened when they were alone. In the alley. "I remember us, Isabel," he said in a whisper loud enough for only her to hear. If anyone was paying attention. Which they weren't. "I remember the feel of your lips. And how almost bruised they looked after we kissed for that first time. Do you remember that, Isabel? How that felt?" She nodded slightly and tried to concentrate on breathing. "I remember running my fingers through that damn hair of yours," he continued. "And I remember how it felt like there wasn't enough there. I guess I waited too long for that, huh?" "I remember touching you, and my fingers felt like they were on fire. Like you were burning me through your clothes." "I remember you ripping my t-shirt. Do you remember that, Is? Do you remember how I laughed and said that was going to be hard to explain? It was, by the way...hard to explain. But that's okay." She shifted in her booth, remaining silent, trying not to show how she was reliving the experience along with his slow, torturous play-by-play. "I remember turning you to face the wall. Undoing your bra while kissing the back of your neck, before reaching around to hold your breasts in my hands. God, Is, I'd imagined how that felt. The softness of them. The weight of them. The hardness of your nipples at the feel of my touch." "Do you remember the hardness of me? I could hardly control myself, so I ground myself against the crevice of your ass. So sweet, Isabel. So damn sweet." "I remember you turning your head to kiss me. You seemed like you were drowning, and the sound of your moans in my mouth made me jerk against you. God I didn't want it to end that way. Without me in you." "Do you remember that moment? That moment when I lifted your skirt past your hips to find you weren't wearing underwear. Not even one of those damn thongs that Mar...that...well that other girls wear. Nothing." "I remember you bending over...your hands spread out on the wall in front of us. And I remember you saying 'please' over and over, like I needed to be asked, like I needed *you* to ask." She licked her suddenly dry lips as she remembered, as *they* remembered. "I remember the very moment I entered you, too. When we were joined. God Is, it was magic. Before, after, none of it really meant as much as that very moment when we were really a part of each other. In that moment it all came together for me, Isabel." "I remember burying my face in your hair, that damn short hair, to try to muffle my cry when I came. I thought my head had come off my freakin body. And I remember covering your mouth with mine as you came later. With one of my hands taking turns on your nipples and the fingers of my other hand on your clit." "The only thing better than when I got off was when you did, Isabel. You were so beautiful. And *I* did that, Is. You and I together." With that he got up and stood, staring down at her until she returned the look. He half smiled and said, "So yeah Isabel, I do remember." Then turned and pushed his way through the door. At the sound of the bell she jerked and realized she had been holding her breath. Closing her eyes she slowly let it out. It was so hard these days to tell what was real and what was just a dream. -end- |