Title: First Time
Author: Lori 
Email: Gussywussy55@y...
Category: Michael/Isabel
Rating :NC 17
Disclaimer: Not me, but The WB owns them.
Summary: Dreams again lead to a first time...


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Michael sat up in his bed, sweat soaking him. He
pulled off his shirt, and wiped at his damp skin.
What the hell was going on? He was dreaming of Isabel
again. He thought that when the dreams had stopped
months ago when the stars were no longer aligned that
nothing else would occur. He guessed he was wrong.

Michael got up out of the bed and headed to the
kitchen for a drink of water.
He wondered if Isabel had the dream too. They never 
spoke about the other dreams, and what had happened.
What was the point. She seemed relieved that she
wasn't having his baby. He couldn't blame her
actually. She was young and was in high school. Plus
they had never thought of each other in that way. 
Michael started back to bed , when he decided that a
shower was what he needed. He headed that way
stripping as he went.
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Isabel knocked on the door several times before
letting herself in. She had seen Michael's cycle out
front, so she knew he was here.
As she closed the door, she heard the shower running.
Michael was showering at 3:30 in the morning? 
The sound of the water, the still fresh dreams, and
the thought of a naked Michael, drew Isabel to the
bathroom door which was standing ajar.
Entering slowly, Isabel looked through the steam ,and
saw a sight that made her go weak in the knees with
desire.
Michael was soaping his body. The lather was white
against his tanned skin. Where the sun had not
touched, his skin was pale and luminous. He let the
water run down his body rinsing the soap with out help
from him. 
Then he turned slightly and Isabel could see his rigid
member. He reached down and stroked himself. 
Isabel blushed at what she was seeing, but she could
not remove her eyes from the sight of Michael
pleasuring himself.
As he reached his climax, Michael called out her name.
Isabel was stunned. 
She started to turn and leave the room in confusion
when Michael turned and saw her.
"Shit, Isabel! How long have you been standing there
and why?" he yelled trying to cover up.
Isabel just stood rooted to the spot. 
"I ...um...I just had to talk to you about...the
dreams... I knocked, but you didn't answer so I let
myself in...." she finished lamely as she stared at
him.
Michael knew she had witnessed him jacking off. Had
heard him call her name. Shit!
He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around him,
stepping out of the shower. 
He stood before her almost toe to toe.
"See anything interesting?" he asked her, trying to
get a rise out of her. She just kept staring at him. 
"Isabel!"
Isabel jumped and looked at his face. 
"You called my name. You called my name. Why?"
Michael rubbed his wet head and looked in her confused
face. He decided to be honest with her...for a change.
"I dreamed about us again. I guess you did to from
what you just said. Why you're here I guess."
"So you ...did that, because you dreamed of me?"
Michael shook his head exasperated.
"No, I mean yes, I mean I want to know if we are
having the dreams again because we didn't follow
through the first time." He looked away and back
before adding," I want to know what it is like to be
with you. I want to know if the feelings I feel for
you are lust or love."

Isabel's mouth fell open. Love? 
She quickly turned around and faced the room. Anywhere
but facing him. She had wanted this for so long.
Michael and her, but his relationship with Maria was
always in the way. But what if it was just lust on his
part? What if he had her and then left her? She had to
decide.

He watched her turn away and felt frustration. Why did
she do that? He said he might love her and she turns
away. Then it hit him. He had also said it could be
lust. Well that was just great. When would he learn to
think before speaking?

Isabel turned to him and began to take off her coat. 
"Okay Michael, let's do this. Let's find out this time
where this goes. What destiny wants from us."
Michael watched shocked as Isabel began to remove her
top and start on her pants, having already kicked off
her shoes.
"Uh, Isabel, I didn't mean right now. Not that I
wouldn't like to you know, but don't you want to talk
about it?"
Isabel stood before him in her skimpy lace underwear.
For some reason she just now was seeing, she had
changed into these before coming over here. Like she
had a premonition about what was to happen.
"Michael, I think we are supposed to do this now,
here, tonight. I'm tired of wondering about it. I'm
tired of dreaming about it. I'm tired of ....loving
you and not really knowing if you love me back," she
finished in a whisper.
Michael couldn't believe she had just admitted that.
Isabel never admitted things that made her vulnerable.
He went to her and took her in his arms. 
"I have always loved you Isabel, I just want to know
if I'm in love with you like I think I am. I'm ready
to do this if you are, but we don't have too."
"I need to do this. I want this to be real this time
,and not a dream," she replied.

Michael leaned down and gently kissed her their first
real kiss. She opened her mouth to his seeking one,
and felt his tongue enter, and began to search her
own.
She clung to him and rubbed her body against his damp
one. She could feel his arousal through the skimpy
towel and wanted to feel it inside her.
She ran her hand down between them and grabbed the tip
of the towel and pulled it away, leaving him naked.
Michael ran his hands over her back and up to her
shoulders and slipped her bra straps down. He kissed
his way down her neck and shoulders to the heaving
globes of her breasts. He licked the tops and placed
butterfly kisses on them before unhooking her bra and
freeing the orbs.
Isabel groaned as he took one breast in his mouth and
cupped the other, kneading it gently ,and then more
boldly as her moans grew.
Michael bent and picked her up and carried her the bed
and placed her carefully in the center. He quickly
joined her, and began to caress her skin sending tiny
shivers throughout her body. Sliding his hand down her
flat abdomen, he reached her waistband and tugged her
lacey panties down and off. 
She was more gorgeous than in his dreams.
Then she flipped him.
She straddled Michael and looked down at his surprised
face.
"I want to be on top Michael."
Michael thought he really would like that position for
himself, but he wasn't going to argue with her at a
moment like this.
He reached between them and stroked her hot opening,
already moist with desire.
Isabel placed herself over his throbbing member and
leaning over to kiss him, plunged down on him.
Michael felt her wince and the barrier break.
Damn! How could he forget she was a virgin? He should
have made sure she had alot of foreplay and then taken
her gently. But no, he let her do everything.

Isabel felt the pain for a moment and then pleasure
took hold as she began to move on Michael. She sat up
and moved up and down and back and forth on Michael,
riding him slowly and deeply.
Michael watched the emotions on Isabel's face as she
lost herself in riding him. He cupped her breasts in
his large hands ,and they overflowed. He kneaded and
pinched them, and then sucked them as she leaned down
and placed them at his mouth.
Isabel began to move faster and rose up, plunging down
on Michael for deeper penetration. She could feel
herself coming ,and hoped he was going to come too.
Michael was in heaven with the way Isabel was riding
him. For someone who had never done this before, she
was very knowledgable and talented. 
He felt himself began to tighten up and then he
suddenly exploded deep in her ,calling her name as he
did. 
Isabel came at the same moment and screamed Michael's
name over and over. She was about to collapse on him
when she flet his fingers slide into her and caress
her, causing her to come again. The intenstiy of their
orgasms was overwhelming to both of them. 
She finally came to rest on his chest, her breathing
heavy.
"Oh, I can't believe we just did that," she said.
"I can't believe how great you were. Where did you
learn to do that?"
"Reading."
"Well you learned well let me tell you," he said as he
kissed her.
She moved to his side, but kept her head on his chest.
"Michael...was it lust?"
Michael stilled his fingers that had been tracing
circles on her arm and back.
"No, it wasn't lust. It was love. I love you Isabel
Evans. What about you? Do you still love me?"
"Oh yeah. More than ever. What do we do now? What
about Maria and the others?"
"Maria will be pissed. She has worried I would leave
her for you anyway and now I am. As for the others,
Tess won't be surprised, but Max and the others. Well
we may have some opposition."
Isabel lay there quietly for a moment and then said,
"We might have actually created a baby just now you
know. Are you okay with that?"
Michael had given it a passing thought and then let it
go in the heat of the moment.
"If we did so be it. It was meant to be. If not, then
we will keep trying. After all that is part of the 
fun."
"Tell me again Michael."
He hugged her and kissed her long and slow,"I love you
Isabel."
"I love you too."
And she snuggled up to him and fell asleep in his arms
content.


The End