Title: The Hunger Author: Lori R 2/07 Email: Gussywussy55@y... Category: Cliffie (Michael and Isabel) Rating: NC17 by request. Please do not read if you are under the legal age! Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but write about them for my own enjoyment. Feedback: Yes, please. Good or bad. Summary: Iz moves in and life isn't the same for Mikey G ******************* The knock on Michael's door was persistant, and his ignoring it wasn't making the person on the other side go away. He watched his TV screen all the way to the door. His beloved hockey team was playing and he didn't want to be interrupted. Who ever was at the door was going to pay for making him miss even a single second of play. He jerked the door open ready to spew a few words at the offender when he pulled up short. "Isabel? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. Isabel quickly bent and picked up a large bag before moving past Michael. "I'm moving in with you for a while," she announced. Michael watched her place her bag near the couch. "There are some more in the hall, Michael," said Isabel putting her purse down. Michael looked in the hall and saw two more bags. He turned to look at Isabel again before picking them up and placing them just inside the door. "You're what?" He shut the door, his game forgotten. "Why?" A roar from the crowd on the screen sent Michael racing to the TV. "Nnnnnooooooo! Shiiiiiiit!" he yelled at the screen. He looked up at Isabel. "Was that something important?" she asked. Michael covered his face with his hands. "Just the winning the play. Nothing big," he said sarcastically as he turned off the TV. Isabel frowned. "Oh. Did your team win?" Michael nodded. "Yeah, and I missed it." He looked at Isabel. "Why are you here? And why do you think you are moving in with me? Because you're not." Isabel's eyes widened. "But I have to, Michael! I have no where else to go." She pouted at him. Michael shook his finger at her. "Oh no! That's not going to work! Stick the lip back in! I don't know what's going on, but I'm not going to be a part of it. You can't stay here." Isabel sank to the couch and placed her head in her hands. "I can't go home." Michael rolled his eyes. "Why not? Did Daddy take away your phone privileges?" he asked sarcastically. Isabel shook her head. "No." "Then what?" Michael asked sitting beside her. "I had a huge fight with my parents. Really big, Michael. Things were said....and I can't go back. I need to find a job and a place to live. I just need to stay here for a while until I do that. Please?" she asked looking at him, pleadingly. Michael frowned. "What things were said? And where was Max?" Isabel sighed as she rubbed her temples. "Max wasn't home." "So?" Michael asked. Isabel looked at her nails. "My parents forbid me from dating older guys and I took acception to it. I am over eighteen. I don't need their approval on who I date." "When you say 'older' guys, how much older are we talking? Grant older, or just a few years?" Michael wanted to know. "He's twenty-seven, but that's not that much," said Isabel. "Twenty-seven!? Are you crazy?! I'm with your parents. You don't need to be dating a twenty-seven year old!" said Michael. "What? Why not?" asked Isabel. "Because you don't! And if Max knew he would agree too!" said Michael standing up. "Look, you can stay here for a night or two. Just until things calm down at Casa Evans. Then you are going back home! " he added when he saw her face light up. "And no dating older guys while you're here!" Isabel finally nodded. She work on Michael later. "Thanks, Michael." She stood up and grabbed her bag. "I assume I'll be getting the bed," she said smiling. "You assumed wrong! I'll let you stay here, but you can't have my bed. The couch is good enough," he told her. Isabel started to argue, but thought better of it. "Fine. The couch it is." Michael watched her move her things to the end of the couch and rolled his eyes. "I'm going to regret this. I just know I am," he said under his breath. ********************* Hours later at the Crashdown Cafe...... "Isabel's at your place? I should have known" said Max as he watched Michael flip a burger. "So are your parents really as pissed as she said?" Michael asked as he put cheese on the meat. "Oh yeah. They were livid. And now that she has moved out they are beside themselves. Knowing she is at your place won't help," said Max. At Michael's look, he added, "You being a guy and all." "But I wouldn't touch her," said Michael surprised. "It's Isabel." Max nodded. "I know that, but they don't. You think Maria would cover for her? You know say she is staying with her? I would say she is with Liz, but she's out of town and they know it." "Yeah, sure," said Michael assembling the burger then ringing the bell in the pick up window. "Order up!" He turned to Max. "So who is this guy she wants to date?" Max shrugged. "I don't know. The first I knew of it was when I got home. Isabel has always gone for older guys, but I have no idea who this guy is." Maria came into the kitchen. "Who is that gorgeous guy with Isabel?" she asked practically drooling. Max and Michael looked at one another and rushed to the pick up window. They could see Isabel sitting in a booth with an older good looking guy. The spatula Michael was holding began to smoke and melt. He looked down surprised. He dropped the spatula and wiped off his hand. "What the hell?!" he thought. He looked back out at Isabel. "I think that guy is a Professor at the University!" said Maria suddenly. "Nice going, Isabel!" she said shocked, but approvingly. Michael frowned. "This isn't good, Maxwell." "I agree. I'll talk to her later. Right now let's just be cool," he told Michael. Michael nodded, but he wasn't happy and he wasn't sure why. Maria came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. "So are we on for tonight?" Michael's mind was elsewhere when he nodded. "Yeah, sure." Maria smiled. "I'll see you tonight." Then she was back to work. Michael stared at Isabel through the window. He could tell she was turning on her charm. Michael had a bad feeling begin in his stomach and he rubbed at it. It was like a knot that was growing tighter. Must be the ton of greasy fries he had eaten. He looked down at the melted spatula and picked it up. He looked out the window at Isabel and the Professor again as he tossed the spatula away. ************************ Later that evening....... Isabel sat across from Mark at Senor Chows listening to his chatter about ancient languages when she zoned out. She had thought stimulating conversation with someone older was what she wanted, but this was so boring. She didn't care about the lost language of some tribe that had lived centuries ago. "So does a movie sound good to you too?" asked Mark expectantly. Isabel smiled and nodded. "That would be great!" Only it wasn't great. The movie Mark got tickets for was an art film that Isabel had no interest in. She sat bored the whole time wondering why Mark hadn't asked her what she would like to see. By the time the evening was over Isabel was relieved. "This has been a wonderful evening, Isabel. I hope we can do this again," said Mark as he leaned in for a kiss. Isabel turned her cheek and smiled. "Be careful on your drive back, Mark, " she said avoiding a direct answer of another date. Mark pecked her cheek and then smiled, thinking Isabel was just a shy student. He drove off and Isabel sighed a breath of relief before heading inside. Max sat waiting for her. He looked up as she closed the door behind her. "What are you doing, Isabel?" he asked. "I'm closing the door," she replied. Max shook his head. "Don't play dumb, Isbael. You know what I'm talking about. You're dating a Professor! What's wrong with you?" Isabel's body stiffened at his words. "You were spying on me?" Max shook his head. "No. I was in the Crashdown when you were there this afternoon. I saw you." Isabel looked off. "Oh. Well don't worry. I won't be seeing him again. His taste and mine clash." "Great! So you'll be coming back home. I'll wait while you get your bags." Isabel looked at Max and shook her head as she crossed her arms. "I never said I was going home." Max stared. "But you saw how foolish this was. Now it's time to come home. You've made your point with Mom and Dad." Isabel frowned. "The point was that I will date who I want. Just because this didn't work out with Mark doesn't mean I'm coming home. I need some space." "Isabel....." Max was exasperated. "I'm not ready to go home, Max. Mom and Dad need to see that I'm not a child anymore. They can't tell me what to do or who to date," said Isabel. Max nodded. "You're putting Michael out, Isabel." "No, I'm not. He said it was fine. Now I think you should go," Isabel told him. Max walked over to the door. "Isabel..." "Good night, Max," said Isabel quietly. Max nodded then left. Isabel turned around and realized she was tired. She grabbed one of her bags and began to get ready for bed. ******************** A short time later..... Maria giggled as Michael searched for his key. "Just use your powers," she whispered. Michael found the key and opened the door. Maria went in ahead of him and he closed the door behind him. He turned around and ran into Maria, who had stopped short in the room. Isabel had come out of the bathroom dressed in her pajamas. "Hey, did you two have fun?" she asked as she went to the couch and sat down to put on some lotion. "What are you doing here?" Maria asked with false smile planted on her face. "My date ended early," Isabel replied as she applied the lotion. Maria shook her head and gave an unamused laugh. "No, no, I mean what are you doing here? In your pajamas?" she said pointing. "I'm staying here a few days. Didn't Michael tell you?" asked Isabel looking up as she recapped the bottle and lay down. Maria turned to face Michael, the smile now replaced by a look of surprise. "No, he didn't," she hissed. "He didn't tell you?" asked Isabel leaning on her elbow. Michael rubbed his brow. "I forgot. Isabel needed a place to stay for a few days so she is staying here. Oh, and I told Max that you'd say she was at your house if her parents asked." "You did what?" both girls asked. Michael stared at them. "What?" "You told my parents I was at Maria's?" Isabel asked sitting back up. "But why is she 'here', Michael?" asked Maria. "What? It's not like anything is going to happen. It's Isabel," he said pointing to Isabel. Maria looked at Isabel who nodded. "Weeellll, then why don't you just come to my house, Isabel. That would be better," said Maria. Isabel shook her head. "No offense, Maria, but I'd rather stay here. I don't have to put my guard up about my powers here." Maria straightened up a bit miffed. "Oh. Okay." She looked at Michael. "Can I see you in the kitchen?" she asked with false brightness as she pushed him that direction. "I don't like this, Michael!" she said once they were there. "Nothing's going to happen. It's Isabel." "But you had dreams about one another and all that Destiny stuff. Something could happen," said Maria. "Look, you're worrying over nothing. So just let it go. Isabel is staying," said Michael leaving the kitchen. Maria stared at his back before following him out. "I think I'll go. I'll see you tomorrow, Michael. Good night, Isabel," said Maria stiffly. Michael nodded and waved his hand at her. "Night, Maria," said Isabel as she watched the door close. She looked at Michael. "In the dog house, huh?" "Oh yeah," said Michael. "Sorry." "No biggie," said Michael shaking his head. "So um, what happened with your date? You're back kinda early for someone who is dating someone 'more mature' now." Isabel made a face at him. "He wasn't who I thought he was." Michael frowned. "What? Did he try something?" He didn't like that. Isabel shook her head. "No, nothing like that. I just realized we really didn't have anything in common." "Oh," said Michael with relief. He turned toward the kitchen. "Can I have some cereal too?" she called out. Michael waved his hand in the air to acknowledge her. When he returned he sat by her feet and they laughed over an old 'Bewitched' on TV while they ate. Michael flipped his spoon up and down pointing it at the TV. "Now that Samantha, babe, she's got it going on." Isabel laughed. "Michael!" He shrugged. "What?" Isabel shook her head laughing as she put her empty bowl on the coffee table and lay back. "Tired?" Michael asked as he placed his bowl on the table with hers. "A bit," Isabel replied yawning. Michael stood up and stretched then rubbed his belly. "Night," he said as he kissed the top of Isabel's head and turing off the light. "Night, Michael," said Isabel closing her eyes. An hour later...... Michael could hear Isabel tossing on the couch trying to get comfortable. He knew how uncomfortable it was having spent many months there himself before being able to afford his bed. He got up and padded to the couch. Sighing he said, "I'll share the bed, but I won't give it up. I need sleep too." He rubbed his eyes before turning around and heading back to the bed and falling across it. Isabel sat up. "Do you think it's a good idea for us to both sleep in the bed? I mean what would people say?" she asked. "Isabel, I'm too tired to screw around with you or anyone else. If you want to share the bed then fine, if not that's fine too," he said yawning. Isabel realized that she was being silly and the bed was more comfortable so she made her way there and crawled in. "Thanks,"she whispered as she pulled the covers up. Michael nodded with closed eyes. "Yeah, sure. Just don't hog the covers." Isabel smiled then closed her eyes. For some reason she was comfortable here and it had nothing to do with the bed. She felt like she belonged. That was her last thought as she floated contentedly off to sleep. Morning............. Michael began to awaken, the warmth in his bed making him unwilling to leave. Maria's body tucked close to his had a softness to it he didn't remember. Her scent was different too. It was when he realized his hand covered a full breast instead of the smaller one he was used to, and that the bottom resting against his morning hardness wasn't Maria's, that he opened his eyes. Isabel. She slept with her head on her hand, a soft smile on her face, her other hand covering his on her breast. Tendrils of her hair were tucked underneath his head. Michael couldn't believe the position they were in and that she was unaware of. So why wasn't he moving? The question wasn't answered because at that moment Isabel slowly began to awaken. She rolled back slightly and stretched her torso, but her hand stayed covering his. Her eyes opened and she remembered where she was. She lay there for a long time before she slowly moving her hand, dragging Michael's with it. Michael didn't let her know he was awake too, but covertly watched her as she slowly pulled away and stood up. He quickly closed his eyes as she turned to look at him. When he heard the bathroom door close he sat up and blew out a breath. He'd never woken up more rested or content as he had this morning. And he hadn't even had sex! Then he frowned. And the reason was because Isabel had been in his bed. He flopped back down and pushed his fists into his eyes. "Aw shit!" Isabel looked in the mirror and began to slowly unbutton her top then pushed it open. She stared at her bared breasts then hesitantly ran her fingers over the one Michael had cupped in his sleep. She could still feel the warmth of his hand there. She closed her eyes and sighed. She had liked it. She opened her eyes and pulled her top closed, the fabric gripped tight in her hand. She remembered how hard he had been against her bottom and she felt a blush creep up. What was she thinking?! She met her own gaze in the mirror and something deep inside of her knew that whatever she had felt for Michael before, something last night in sharing his bed....no matter how innocent, had changed her feelings for him. She heard a knock on the door. "Isabel? I need to get in there soon. I've got to be at work," said Michael. She swallowed. "I'll be right out," she replied. She turned on the water and patted some on her face. Straightening she left the bathroom and went to face Michael. Michael looked up as Isabel came out of the bathroom. "Sorry, I huh, I have to get ready for work," he said selfconsciously, his hands down low for cover. "No, it's your bathroom. You have work. Go head," she said nervously. Michael nodded then quickly headed for the bathroom and closed the door. He quickly stripped and relieved himself before jumping in the shower. His hard on was so painful as it stood out before him and the cold shower wasn't helping him to ease it. Then he did what he never thought he would do. He closed his eyes and with the hand that had cupped Isabel's firm breast, he reached down low and began to stroke himself. He remembered how she smelled, how she felt in his hand, how he had liked her nestled up against him. His breathing began to grow harsh as he stroked his thick shaft faster and faster. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, or to take one of those full breasts in his mouth and suck at her nipple, or to taste her honey when she came. He panted as he wondered what it would be like to plant himself inside of her, feel her tighten around him as they brought each other pleasure. Would it be anything like those dreams they had had? No, it would be better. He stroked himself more then felt the familiar tightning as his release drew near. His eyes shot open and he gasped as his thoughts caused him to explode, his cum rinsing down the drain. He placed his hands on the wall as he raised his face and let the water run over him. If Isabel knew what he had just done and why she would kill him. "Damn," he whispered as he pushed his soaked hair off his face. "Damn." ********************** Isabel sat on the couch bouncing her knees up and down in a nervous jerk while she chewed her nail. This wasn't going to work. She liked how she had felt with Michael's hand on her breast all snuggled up next to him this morning. There was no way she could sleep with him again or even in the same room. The bathroom door opened and Michael stepped out dressed for work. He looked her way and Isabel could have sworn he actually blushed. Did he know how they had woke up? Her stomach started to roll with nerves. "I'm huh, just going to head on out," he said nervously. Isabel nodded. "Okay!" Micheal walked to the door and then turned. "I'll be home about eight. We'll do pizza." Then he was gone. Isabel stared at the door. We'll do pizza? He didn't know! She sighed in relief. He didn't know what happened. She got up and went for her own shower and tried to think of where she would go tonight after they ate and she let him know that she was finding some place else to stay. She stripped and stepped into the steaming tub and sank down. Aw, she thought as she lay her head back and closed her eyes. Bliss! After a bit she located her body gel and began to soap up her sponge until it was foamy. She gently scrubbed her body, the light friction of the soapy sponge gliding on her skin making her tingle. She sank down under the water to rinse before reaching for her shampoo. She lathered her hair and ran her fingers over her scalp before grabbing Michael's hand held shower nozzle and rinsing her soap. Some of the water jets fell on her bobbing breasts and she moaned in delight. Then she moved it lower, her body beginning to ache as her mind kept focusing on the feel of Michael's hand on her. Then vivid memories of dreams of them entwined and making love on the cliff above the pod chamber kept forcing there way into her mind. Her toe pulled the plug on the drain and the water caressing her body as it swirrled out of the tub aroused her even more. She quickly replaced the stopper before the tub emptied and then sighed as she lowered the nozzled between her open legs. She gasped as the warm jets hit her aroused nub. Closing her eyes she imagined Michael touching her, caressing her, stroking her, tasting her. She moaned as she opened her legs wider and focused the stream so that she felt the most pleasuere. "Mmmmmiiiiiiiichael!" she gasped as she came, her body reacting with gentle spasms of relief. She opened her eyes and sat up. She blinked as she slowly turned off the water and stood up. She replaced the nozzle and was shaking as she got out of the tub. She took a towel to pat dry and then looked at herself in the mirror. She'd just gotten herself off thinking about Michael...and it was with a water nozzle. She closed her eyes in shame. "Oh my gawd," she whispered. Outside the door Michael leaned his head on the wall in shock. He had forgotten the keyes to his motorcyle in his haste to leave and had come back for them. He had heard Isabel moaning in the shower and moved closer to the door before he realized what she was doing. Being the guy he was he had hung out to listen. But it was when she called his name as she came that he realized who she was focusing on and it completely unnerved him. He heard her dressing and quickly grabbed the keys and quietly left, his own mind now on one thing. Isabel. ******************* "Guerin! Earth to Guerin!" called Maria next to Michael's ear. "Where are you? I need that order!" Michael blinked and looked down at the half made burger. "Sorry. I'll have it ready in a minute." He made himself busy finishing the order and handed it to Maria. "What's wrong with you?" asked Maria as she picked up the order and eyed Michael. Michael rubbed his eyes. "Long night." Maria's eyes narrowed. "What happened?" Michael gave her a look. "Nothing happened. I just didn't sleep well." Maria considered his answer and then nodded before carrying the order out. Michael wiped at his brow with his arm and leaned on the counter. He couldn't keep his mind on his work. All he could think about was Isabel. What the hell was that all about? The bell out front rang and Max and Isabel walked in. Michael watched them sit in their usual booth and pick up menus. He felt a tightness begin in his jeans and was glad he had on an apron. "Max, I'm really not all that hungry," said Isabel glancing towards the kitchen at Michael's back. She was nervous about seeing him again. He had been on her mind all day and it was causing her to have feelings she hadn't expected to feel. "Isabel, are you okay? You're all flushed," said Max with concern. Isabel quickly fanned herself with her menu. "I'm fine! It's just hot in here!" she replied. Max frowned. "No it's not. It's sort of cool. Are you sure you're okay?" Isabel slapped the menu down. "Max, would you stop! I'm fine! Now let's just order." "Yeah, lets order," said Max still not convinced she was okay. "What'll ya have?" asked Maria. She eyed Isabel suspicously. "Galaxy burger and a coke please," said Max. He looked at Isabel. "I'll just have a cherry coke," said Isabel. Why was Maria looking at her like that? Maria took the order and left. "What's wrong with her?" asked Max. Isabel shook her head. "It's Maria." Max nodded. "So when are you coming home? Mom and Dad aren't keen on you staying at Michael's." "They shouldn't have tried to tell me who to date," replied Isabel tapping the table. She looked up to see Michael watching her through the order window. Her breath caught and she sat up straighter licking her lips. "You're doing it again," said Max, his eyes narrowing. "Doing what?" she asked as she smoothed her hair nervously. "It's like your...blushing," said Max. He turned around to see what she was looking at. He saw several people at various tables, and Michael handing Maria an order. He turned back around. "I'm just ...tired. Michael's....couch," she replied hoping Max would drop it. He nodded in understanding. "It's the pits I know. Another reason to come home." Isabel suddenly grabbed her purse and stood up. "I'm really tired, Max. I think I'll take advantage of Michael working and nap on his bed." Michael was across the room behind a wall and she was getting turned on thinking about his hand on her. His hardness pressing against her. She couldn't take much more of this. She was going to have to find some place elese to stay before Michael came home. Max looked up. "But your coke." "You drink it," she said as she walked off. Max watched her leave and shook his head. Maria arrived and asked, "Where's Isabel?" "She left. She didn't sleep well last night and wanted a nap. I'll drink her coke." Maria set the order on the table and headed back to the kitchen. She walked up to Michael and asked, "Why didn't Isbael sleep well last night?" Michael looked at her then went back to flipping burgers. "The couch is lumpy." "That's it?" asked Maria. "That's it," Michael replied. He didn't feel the need to elaborate on the fact that he had invited Isabel to share his bed. "I don't believe you," she said. "So what else is new," said Michael. "I want her gone, Michael!" Maria replied, her voice raising. Michael looked at her. "You don't get a say." Maria's mouth dropped open and she left the kitchen in anger. Michael set the spatula down and got a drink, his mind already forgetting Maria. He had thought long and hard about Isabel's staying with him and the consequences that came with it. The feelings that were stirring inside him from just one night sleeping next to her and there was only one thing to do. Isabel would have to go. *********************** Isabel lay curled up on Michael's bed hugging his pillow to her, his scent lingering there for her to breathe in. She closed her eyes and sighed, the memory of his hand on her still fresh in her mind. These feelings were so overwhelming to her and a little frightning considering they were about Michael, but she felt warm inside and didn't try to fight them off. She had had every intention of finding a place to stay for tonight, but she had suddenly become so tired. Short nap would refresh her then she could look. Her mind drifted and soon she fell asleep. Michael opened his door and was about to call out to Isabel when he spied her across the room on his bed. He stood for the longest time just watching her sleep. Her lips were slightly parted and her hair was falling about her face. She hugged his pillow to her body as if she was afraid to let it go. Lucky pillow. He carefully made his way to the bed and covered her up. She started at the intrusion to her sleep and rubbed her eyes. "Michael?" she raised up on one arm and pushed her hair back. "What time is it?" "Seven," he answered. "Hungry?" Isabel nodded her head. She pushed the blanket down and swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. "Want I should cook or order in?" Michael rolleyed his eyes. "You can't cook and I don't want to. We'll order pizza." Isabel made a face at him and headed for the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her hair before returning to the living area. Now that she was awake she was nervous to be with Michael. She had to carry on as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "Snapple or Cherry Coke?" Michael asked as he held the two up. "Cherry Coke," she replied then nibbled on her lip nervously. She watched as he liberally added Tobasco to it then handed it to her. "Thanks," she said smiling. Michael nodded then popped the top off of a Snapple. He took a long drink. "I've ordered the pizza. Thirty minutes or it's free," he said. That should give him time to think of how to tell Isabel she would have to leave. "Maybe he'll be late delivering," said Isabel with a little smile. "We wish," said Michael downing his drink. He tossed the bottle and headed over to his stereo and flipped on some Metallica. He began playing air guitar along with the music to loosen up, much to Isabel's enjoyment. "You really like them don't you?" "Hell yeah! They rock!" said Michael becoming one with the music. They listened to music and Michael told her about the band until the pizza arrived. 'Thirty-Five minutes dude," said Michael looking at his watch. "Yeah. A wreck slowed me up," said the delivery guy ruefully. "It's free." Michael nodded and started to close the door when Isabel said, "Here's a tip anyway. It wasn't your fault there was a wreck." The delivery guy took the tip greatfully and Isabel closed the door. Michael watched her go get plates and napkins while he was left holding the pizza. "You tipped the dude and he was late," said Michael bringing the pizza to the counter. "It wasn't his fault," said Isabel pulling out slices of pizza for them. Michael started to retort that it wasn't theirs either and so they shouldn't have given him a tip. But then he realized that not too long ago Isabel would never have tipped either. She was softening up and the thing was, he liked it. "No, it wasn't," he said softly to himself. He watched Isabel blow her pizza after adding Tobasco to it. She took a bite. "Good!" she said smiling. Michael doctored his own slice and took a generous bite. They ate in silence until they were full. "Thanks, Michael. I didn't realize I was so hungry," said Isabel. She got up to clear the mess. Michael watched her move about his small kitchen cleaning up and was amazed at how at home she seemed. "Michael, I just want you to know that I really appreciate you letting me stay here. I know I put you out," said Isabel as she finished the dishes. She had intended to leave tonight, but had fallen asleep and now would have to spend another night here in close quarters with him. She noticed he was frowning. She had ruined his date night with Maria again. Michael was about to tell Isabel that she would have to leave when she came over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks." Isabel suddenly felt self conscious. Why had she kissed him on the cheek? After waking up to his hand on her so intimately she should be staying far away from him. She mentally laughed at herself. Don't be foolish Isabel. Michael knows nothing about that or that you were planning on leaving. It's all in your own mind. But Michael caught her off guard when he blinked and placed his hands on her hips as he looked deep into her startled eyes and said, "Tonight I was going to tell you that you had to leave." Isabel's look of shock spurred Michael on. "But I can't get you out of my mind," he breathed. He searched her eyes then looked at her lips as he licked his own before returning his gaze to hers. "What have you done to me? I innocently share my bed with you and then I wake up with you in my arms. Now all I can think of is what do you taste like? Feel like? It don't know if that's right or wrong. I just know I have to find out." Then he slid one hand behind her head into her hair while the other gently cradled her face, and all the while his lips were pressed to Isabel's in a hungry kiss. When he was done he opened his eyes and stared down at her closed ones. He released her and pulled back. Isabel slowly opened her eyes and stared at him. He wiped his mouth, but his eyes never left hers. "Say something." Isabel was reeling from Michael's admission and kiss. He knew. Her body was all hot inside and out and right this minute she wanted nothing more than to be as close to Michael as she could get. To hell with leaving. She wanted Michael. Isabel took his face in her hands guided him to her. Then she kissed him back softly. Michael wrapped his arms around Isabel and pulled her tighter to him as their kiss deepened. He moved to her neck and she moaned as he nuzzled it and lay small kisses on her tender skin. He moved lower and her hands tangled in his hair as she tossed her head back and reveled in his mouth on her skin, his tongue flicking out to taste her flesh. Michael's hand hesitantly cupped her breast and when she didn't stop him, he gently squeezed the full globe. Isabel's breath caught and she felt her nipple harden under her shirt. "Aaawwww." Michael's fingers began to work on the buttons of her shirt, working them threw the holes until he reached his goal underneath. He slid his hand inside and felt her warm skin rising and falling beneath his hand. He slid her strap down and exposed her breast to his sight before he covered the nipple with his mouth and suckled the hardened nub. "Mmm Michael!" moaned Isabel as his moist mouth sucked harder at her breast. Her legs felt so weak and she wondered if they would hold her. Michael kissed his way back up her neck then found her lips again and tasted of her hungrily. Sliding his hands under her bottom he grasped it tightly and pulled her hips closer to his and his hardess before walking her backwards towards his bed. They fell back and Michael looked down into Isabel's eyes while his hands moved over her body. "I want you so much it hurts," he panted before taking her mouth with his own again and struggling to divest her of her clothing. Isabel gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around Michael's neck while he nibbled at hers. Were they really going to do this? It was all happening so fast! Michael pulled her shirt off of her arms and then ripped her bra off. He looked at her eyes questioningly as his hand covered her full breast and gently massaged it with his large warm hand. He was letting her decide if they were going to do this. If they did then everything would be changed between them forever. For better or worse they could never go back. She bit her lip then raised her hand to cover his. He stopped his movements then raised his eyebrows as she moved his hand lower to her jeans and then reached for his. They fumbled along to unfasten one anothers pants, sighing when they reached their goal. Michael quickly pulled off his shirt then pushed his pants off and kicked them aside. Isabel gasped. Not only did Michael not wear underwear, but he was hard as a rock from the looks of him. He pushed at her jeans until they were down and then used his feet to push them off. He made short work of her panties, ripping them at the seams and tossing the scrap aside. He looked down at her curvaious body and touched her gently, her skin like silk under his rough hands. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he again lowered his mouth to hers. His hand moved over her arm and slid down to her hand where he grasped it, entwining his fingers with hers. His knee moved between her legs and parted them easily with no resistance from Isabel. He let go of her hand and moved his down her ribs to her belly and then to her trimmed mound. He looked down at her. Isabel watched him. His finger lightly traced her mound then moved to her outer lips before sliding inside. Isabel closed her eyes as she slightly lifted her hips and sighed. Michael swallowed hard at her reaction to his touch. He looked down at his hand touching her and he blinked. She was so slick his finger was dripping. He stroked her gently and was rewarded with wider thighs and a soft moan. He began to kiss her as his fingers delved deeper inside her, his tongue lightly flicking tracing her lips and then seeking out her tongue as well. Isabel felt a heat like she had never experienced before. She was dizzy with desire as Michael touched her in a way no one else had. Her back arched and her legs fell open even wider as Michael slid another and then yet another finger inside her. His thumb was lightly rubbing her distented nub until she was clutching at him and begging him for release. Michael kissed Isabel down her body, his lips nibbling here and there on her flawless skin until he reached her scented opening. Isabel's hips came off the bed as Michael placed his mouth at her clit and flicked his tongue over it. "Oh my gawd!" she gasped softly as she closed her eyes and touched his hair. "Oh please...." Michael's fingers opened her folds more and his tongue went deep inside her tracing her insides until he was crying from the pleasure. Her hands held his head as she bucked up seeking more of the torturous pleasure he was inflicting on her. It was when he sucked her juices from her body and his teeth grazed her that she screamed her release. Michael drank of Isabel's body and when he was satisfied there was no more he looked up. She was limp against the sheets, her body covered in a blush that he found arousing. He lay next to her and ran his tongue over his lips. He tasted her there. It had come to his mind as he was partaking of her delights that she was sweet and spicey. At the time he had thought it odd, but now he realized how perfect that was. It was so Isabel. Isabel looked at the ceiling. It was so personal what Michael had just done to her. And so like their dreams. She finally dragged up the courage to look at him. He was watching her. She looked away. Michael rolled over on his back and sighed. This had been a mistake. Not to him, but to her. Then he started as he felt Isabel's hand on his aching member. He looked her way and found her looking at him. For a moment neither moved, then Isabel half reclined as she watched her own hand move over Michael's throbbing penis. Michael sucked in his breath. "It's...smooth," she said in wonder. "Yet it's hard too. And so hot...throbbing. It's alive," she whispered as she traced the vein and looked up at him. Michael nodded at her description unsure of what to say. Isabel looked down as her fingers touched the head. They were wet she realized. Little pearly drops were on the tip and her fingers were sticky with them. She lifted them to her mouth and sucked them. Salty. She bent her head, and as Michael held his breath and watched, she took him in her mouth and began to gently suck. Michael's eyes closed a moment in pleasure before opening to watch Isabel's head bob up and down on his shaft. He would never have believed Isabel would do this to any guy let alone him. And though he suspected she had never done this before, she was good. No, she was great at it. She wasn't shy with him. Infact, she was at ease. And now he was feeling things that he never thought to feel. And he was feeling them fast. Too fast. "Isabel....whoa....I don't want to.....stop Isabel," he gasped as she refused to release him. "Isabel!" She looked up and let him go. "I want to do more than this with you. I need to be inside you," he told her as he stroked her breast and teased her nipple. He leaned down and kissed her. They moved as one with him coming to rest between her thighs. "We should stop," he told her as his cock throbbed against her damp opening. "I know," she replied opening up more to him. "But I don't want to," he said as he fingered a strand of her hair. Isabel looked in his eyes. "I know," she whispered in understanding. "Are we crazy?" he asked. "Yes, but I don't care," she replied as her hands traced his collar bone. Michael's eyes never left her's as he slowly entered her. Isabel's eyes widened as he moved deeper within her until he was fully inside. He was her first. He had suspected he might be, but now that he knew for sure he was thrilled. He moved. Slow wonderful strokes that caused a delightful friction sending pleasure through out them both. Instinctively Isabel shifted so that she could raise her legs higher and wider allowing Michael to stroke deeper. The was bliss beyond anything she thought possible. But that was just the start. Michael was shaking from the exertion of keeping himself from pounding the hell out of her. He needed and wanted her so badly he hurt, but he wouldn't take her that way. She was special and deserved to be treated right. Isabel thought differently. She had a hunger in her now. A hunger for this man she had known all of her life and she wanted that hunger satisfied. She bucked up wildly against Michael until he slowed her to a rhythum to match his then stopped. Michael's hands locked with Isabel's near her head as their eyes met and held. Both reflected the emotions they were feeling. Fear, wonder, lust, and something that neither could understand. "Please," she whispered. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye. Michael's brow furrowed and his mouth parted as he licked his lips. This was Isabel he was inside. The woman he was supposedly destined to be with. The one he had denied. The one he craved. He let go of her hands and pushed her hair back as he gently kissed her. When he pulled back Isabel stared up at him in surprise. He began to move again, slow deep strokes like before, but now they were more intimate. It wasn't pleasure he was seeking now, but to become one with her in every way. Isabel sensed the change in him and at first was confused. Then she realized what he was doing and it touched her. She lay her hand along side his cheek and smiled as she matched his rhythum and focused only on him. She spoke to Michael without words, her mind connecting to his and both were awed by what was conveyed. She slid her legs down his and rested them on the back of his, one foot sliding up and down his calf. They held one another, their physical need not yet quenched, yet feeling a peace that they couldn't describe. They kissed slow and yet tenderly as they rolled to where she was now on top. Isabel sat up, Michael's hands on her waist. She stretched and his hands moved to cup her heaving breasts and caress them before sucking the nipples into his hot moist mouth as she leaned back down over him. She purred low in her throat as she rose back up and caressed his chest with her fingertips and began to rock. Michael watched her move senuously slow as she rode his cock and it made him swell inside her even more and he hadn't thought that even possible. She was wanton and it stirred him even more. Isabel loved the feel of Michael moving in and out of her body, returning each time to go deeper and deeper as she rode him. She had never felt anything so good. His fingers played about her hardened nub as she rode and it was driving her wild. Her hands covered his then moved to push back her hair as she stretched. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she rocked faster and faster clinching her walls around him tighter and tighter until they both thought they would explode. Isabel lay down over Michael's body and he rolled them over again, kissing her as they went. "Michael....I'm on fire! Do you feel it?" she moaned. She was on the edge and felt a firey explosion coming that was threatning to burn her inside. She wanted him to come with her. Feel the fire that was engulfing her. She needed him to feel this with her. Be one with her. "Yes." Michael nodded his head as his eyes widened. He'd never felt anything this intense before. He pulled out of her and plunged in hard, exploding inside her with a ferocity that amazed them both. They cried out one anothers name as they came together and the fire flamed out of control. Michael held Isabel tightly to him as their orgasms grew and then began to abate until they lay spent and panting for breath in each others arms. Michael had always known Isabel was sexy and desired by most guys. It always amused him the way they fell all over themselves to try and get her attention. Try to be the one that she chose. None had succeeded. And then it really struck him at that moment that she belonged to him if they chose to seek out their destinies. That he could be the one that she finally chose. The thought both excited him and scared him. Michael looked over at Isabel and found her eyes closed with her hand curled under her head. He covered her up and held his breath as she snuggled closer to him. He looked up at the ceiling as he crossed one of his arms under his head and placed the other carefully around her. "I'm not asleep," he heard her say. He tensed. She lay her head on his chest. "Did we make a mistake?" she asked quietly. Michael hesitated a moment then admitted, "Not me." He felt her body relax and his did too. Isabel looked up at him. "I'm so confused, Michael. This wasn't supposed to happen. We've pushed our pasts and this...this destiny thing off, yet all of a sudden I have these...feelings for you that I don't understand." Michael nodded. "I know. All I want is to be with you. Not just for sex. I don't understand it, but I'm not going to fight it either. I feel...." he searched for the word. "Content," Isabel filled in quietly. Michael nodded in agreement. "Yeah." "What do we do about the others?" asked Isabel. "I say let them deal. Why should we have to be the ones to worry about what they think?" He caressed her shoulder. "I want to be with you and no one is going to tell me I can't." Isabel splayed her hand across his ribs. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "I'm hungry," said Isabel. "Yeah, sex kinda takes it out of you and ours..." He blew out his breath. "It was amazing!" Isabel swallowed. "I huh, I'm not hungry for food," she said as she slid her hand under the sheet and grasped Michael gently in her hand. Michael sucked in his breath at her touch. "Damn, Isabel!" Isabel's hand cupped his balls and he clinched his jaw. "You don't want to?" she asked letting him go. "No! I mean yes! Don't stop!" he said quickly. Isabel obliged as her hand recaptured him and began to gently squeeze the quickly filling sacs. She ran her leg up and down his. "I want you inside me, Michael....I need you inside me......please." Michael raised her face to his and kissed her, his tongue gaining easy access to her mouth. His hand slid between them and caressed her inner folds causing her to sigh and slightly buck towards his hand. "Shhhh we're going to take care of that hunger pang," he told her as he pushed his thumb inside her. "Mmmmmmmichael," Isabel moaned as she arched closer to him. He caressed her inner walls, his nail grazing them and driving her pleasure upwards. "Need....m-more," she gasped as she took hold of his now hardened organ. She slid her hand up and down the shaft and over the head. "Please....I need more." Michael looked in her eyes and barely nodded. "Okay." He lay her back and moved between her welcoming thighs. Sliding into her body with ease he moved in and out of her body with a growing urgency that both needed satisfied. "Faster....faster....faster....faster....." Isabel panted as she met his thrusts with her own. Sweat began to drip from Micheal's brow as he thrust faster to satisfy her. "Harder M-michael! H-h-harder!" cried Isabel as her nails dug into his back. Michael bit his lip as he began to pound into Isabel, the bed groaning with his efforts. "Awwww, yes, yes....oh yes!" wimpered Isabel as a tear slid down her cheek. Her breasts bobbed like firm jello as they met Michael's chest in a wild dance of friction inducing pleasure. Michael's arms began to ache as he made to satisfy Isabel's need. His own body was inflamed by her unsatible hunger, but he didn't know if he could last must longer. He suddenly pulled out of her and panted. "Turn over, Isabel." Isabel stared up at him wide eyed and hungry. "Michael..." she wound her arms around his neck to pull him back. "Turn over." Isabel blinked, but did as he asked. Michael kissed her shoulder and then her back before caressing her bared bottom. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Get on your knees," he whispered at her ear. Isabel turned to look at Michael. "What?" "Just do it," he whispered as he stroked himself. Isabel nodded and got on her hands and knees. Michael moved behind her and slowly entered her from behind until he was in to the hilt. "Are you okay?" he asked. Isabel nodded unable to speak. She had never felt so full. Michael felt huge inside and it was driving her mad. Then he moved. In and out with slow, deep strokes. "Mmmmm," he moaned as his eyes closed. She was so tight around him. He pumped in and out going as deep as he could. He reached around and tweeked as nipple before moving his hand to her clit and caressing her there. Isabel threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat as she thrust back against Michael. The animal sounds they made grew louder with each thrust until they were crying out their pleasure as they came heavily at the same time. They collapsed on the bed panting, Michael's hand cupping a breast as he lay half on top of Isabel's back, their legs entwined and his now soft member resting against her bottom. Neither could speak verbally, but their minds connected and spoke volumes as their emotions were allowed to spill free. "Don't ever leave me," she whispered to him in her mind as her hand cupped his. "Never," he replied as he gave her a light squeeze. She smiled. He gently kissed her shoulder. And they slept. End