| "Max," Maria walked over to the man who looked like he had just lost his best friend. She looped her arm through his. "I'm sorry that you got pinched in the middle of this whole thing." Max shrugged and laid on that great smile. "It's okay, at least I have something to look forward to now." Maria thought about debating him on that but decided against it. Max had been right; everyone wants someone to love and to have that someone love them back. Human nature controls everyone's life whether they choose to accept it or not. Maria accepted it. She bathed in it. "Do me a favor?" Max nodded and sighed. "A favor? It's the least I can do for you." "We're headed back to Roswell in a little while, I don't want to stay here too long." "Ready to start a new life?" Max smiled knowingly. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I am." Maria felt herself blush and damned herself. "Anyway, the fish," she pointed to the tank, "Yeah, they're coming with us. I need you to think of a way to transport them safely." Max stared blankly at her. "Serious?" She nodded. "As a heart attack." He looked to the tank and his eyes lit up. He questioned her on the whereabouts of an all night department store. Without missing a beat, she gave him directions then asked Michael to relinquish the keys to Isabel's car. "You're coming back, right?" Michael asked before dropping the keys into Max's open palm. "No Michael," Max snorted. "I thought I'd just drive off into the night so my sister would report her car stolen and send me to jail." He rolled his eyes. "I've been almost arrested too many times already. I should be back in about an hour." "Perfect," Maria smiled and tucked her hand into Michael's. * * * After watching Max pull out of the parking lot, Maria inhaled the ocean air and smiled. "I don't think I'll miss the ocean to much." "No?" Michael sidled up next to her and inhaled deeply. "I think I might." Maria smiled and led him by the hand a short distance to where the parking lot gave way to sand. She smiled and nodded towards a picnic table almost engulfed by a flowering bush. Michael gazed down at her, the woman he had fallen for, and knew he'd be with her always. "You were a real pain in the ass when I first met you," Michael shook his head and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Yeah?" She smiled. "You were an just an ass." "Funny how things change, isn't it?" "Yeah," the word was whispered as Michael pressed his lips against hers. Maria reached down and raised her shirt above her breasts. Michael went instantly to them and clamped his mouth around one rosy pert nipple. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hands on the waistband of her shorts. With lithe fingers, he unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the ground. Maria stepped out of them as she reached for his jeans. Within minutes they were unclothed underneath the moon with the night waves crashing behind them. He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes as he pressed his hardness against her pelvis. "Will I ever know how you got to me so fast?" She shrugged and parted her legs. "If you do, let me know. That might explain how you got to me. Period." He laughed but the sound was washed out by the ocean blare. Slipping his hands underneath her ass, he lifted her on to him as he slid inside of her. He felt her clamp around him and her nipples press into his chest. He rocked her as she secured her legs around his thighs. "Do you think we'll ever be able to do this inside?" He whispered wetly in her ear. "Do you really want to be like everyone else?" She leaned back and braced herself up by splaying her hands flat on the table in back of her. He lowered her onto the table until her ass was on the edge and her legs hung down. He thrust into her as far as he could and wanted to explode. Lying down on top of her, his head resting in the valley between her breasts, Michael Guerin fought to regain control of his body. "What's the matter Guerin?" Maria asked coyly as she slid her hands through his hair. "Can't you handle it?" He looked up at her and took a nipple in his mouth, running his teeth over the ridges, his tongue swirling around the bumps. He felt her pelvis buck into him, her walls tighten around him, and grinned. He let go of her nipple and said, "What's the matter DeLuca? Can't you handle it?" He stood back up and looked down at her while he thrust inside of her again and again, each time trying to go further than the last. Each thrust gaining speed. He stared at her face, almost translucent in the pale moonlight, as wind suddenly kicked up covering them in a salty mist. "You're beautiful." Maria bit her bottom lip so hard she thought she might draw blood. The cavity of loneliness was filled, as she was physically when she felt the warmth from Michael spread through her insides. She watched as he reached down in-between her legs and concentrated his thumb on her swollen clit until she felt the rapture spread through her. "I'm never letting you go," he murmured before his mouth closed over hers, his chest against hers. "You better not," she smiled when she felt his lips move away from hers. "I guess we should get back inside and get you packed, huh?" He asked while making no attempt to move from her. "I guess so," she sighed and placed her hand on the back of his neck pulling him down to her for one more kiss. She rolled her head to the side and looked at the ocean, only the whitecaps were visible. "Maybe I'll miss the ocean a little bit." She looked back at him. "But probably not as much as I'd miss you." He smirked knowing he wasn't alone; with extended hands, he pulled her up into a sitting position and handed her clothes. They dressed in a comfortable silence, a new beginning on the horizon. Something new for them to capture and bring in. They walked hand in hand back to the apartment that Maria DeLuca would never live in again. Without any nostalgia, she began pulling clothes out of the closet and ordered Michael to empty dresser drawers. He earned an evil glare when he paraded around the bedroom holding various pairs of panties up to himself and reciting his montage in an overtly high pitched voice. "I'm Maria DeLuca, the baddest bounty hunter in the world, but I don't I look pretty in these?" "A I interrupting?" Max stood in the open door of the bedroom and smiled. "Nice color Michael," he pointed to the pink panties Michael had against his groin. "Anyway, I solved the fish transportation problem." Maria followed him into the living room and Max explained how they would safely transport five Angelfish to Roswell in the backseat of the car. He showed her everything he had bought and explained in detail how it would be used. A medium sized cooler would be filled with de-chlorinated water, a battery run air filter would sit outside of the cooler with the tube running into it. Max produced a box big enough to hold the cooler that was filled with packing peanuts. He explained the cooler should be stable enough with the packing peanuts so the fish shouldn't get too jostled. He also produced several freezepacks to line the outside of the cooler with if the temperature got too hot in the car. "Well?" He stepped back and glanced proudly at his creativeness. "I think it's an excellent idea," Maria beamed. "Thanks for thinking up a brilliant way to get my fish to Roswell, Max. Seriously." He shrugged as a light blush crept across his cheeks. "I may be a student of human nature, but I know these fish are family to you." Maria nodded and felt Michael's presence beside her. She reached for his hand and smiled at him. "Well Guerin, you ready to head back to Roswell?" TBC |
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