Candy Cluster

Author: Mnemosyne [email protected]
Disclaimer: They aren't mine!
Summary: Second installment of the "Roswell Nights" project. Michael and Maria have some candy fun. Literally.
Notes: This story picks up the day after the events of "Palm Pilot," just as the episode "The Morning After" was literally the morning after the aliens' secret came out in the Pilot. I don't think this is my best work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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"I wish that I were a bubble gum -
Chewing on me, baby, all day long.
I will be begging for sweet delight
until you say I am yours tonight."

-Aqua
"Lollipop (Candyman)"
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Well, that had been a totally useless waste of time.

Michael Guerin let loose a vicious kick at a nearby Dumpster, and cursed when he made contact. "DAMMIT!"

He hopped back a few steps, shaking his foot and wincing. Why couldn't being an alien mean that you didn't have to feel things like humans did?

"Having issues, Spaceboy?"

His head snapped up immediately at that voice, because he'd dreamt about it the night before. And sure enough, there she was, hip cocked and a mischievous smile on her face, a bag of garbage clutched in one hand.

"Something go wrong in Martianville, or do you just like assaulting big things?" Maria Deluca asked, laughter in her voice. She tossed the garbage bag into the dumpster and wiped her hands on her shiny alien face apron before crossing her arms and appraising him. "And what's with the preppie button thing?" She fiddled near her throat, as if to illustrate.

"Cute, Deluca," he muttered, trying not to get distracted by her sinfully high skirt. Didn't the Parker's believe in dressing their waitresses in decent attire? One of them WAS their daughter, after all. "I was trying to get into the Sheriff's office."

She cocked her head, a confused look on her face. "What the hell for? I'd think you'd want to stay as far away from there as possible."

Michael shook his head. "Long story." He held out the box of chocolates he still carried. "Peanut cluster?"

Maria laughed. "Um, random much?" But she walked forward anyway and peeked under the lid. "You didn't lace them with some strange alien disease, did you?"

"Just eat one, Maria," he growled. He could smell her now-- the mix of her perfume and her femininity. It was making him hungry for more than chocolate. "I want to get rid of them. They have bad memories attached." He made as if to toss his paper bag full of identical boxes into the dumpster, but Maria stilled his hand.

"NO!" she said loudly, grabbing his wrist and grinning. "I can never condone the senseless waste of perfectly good chocolate." She pulled his hand down again and grabbed a peanut cluster from the box. "My shift just ended, and I've gotta change. Wait here? I'll take some of these off your hands." She popped the candy into her mouth, and sighed happily.

Michael watched her lips and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Good!" she said around the chocolate. "Be right back!" She smiled at him and turned around to jog back through the rear door of the Crashdown.

Michael watched her go, his eyes drifting down to her shapely behind as it disappeared through the door.

Well... Maybe tonight wouldn't be a TOTAL loss...

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//Okay, calm down, Deluca. The last thing you want to do is trip over your own lust before you even get to french him.//

Maria stared at herself in the Crashdown's bathroom mirror and tried to slow her heartbeat. Oh, God, he was HERE. HERE! Her hands were trembling as she adjusted her tight pink t-shirt; her favorite one, with the tiger that stretched over her breasts. It looked good on her, especially with the tight faded denims that hadn't been her size since eighth grade but which she wore anyway, because they made her ass look great. Together, they showed off her every curve, and she knew the eyes that followed her in school when she wore the combination weren't just watching her for lack of anything better to do.

And now, the one guy she wanted drooling over her was waiting for her in the back alley.

Life. Was. Good.

"Okay, just remember," she told herself sternly. "If he asks for sex, just say NO. A relationship based on sex will never last. Just...remember that!"

She nodded firmly. Yes. She could do this. Yes.

As long as she didn't look at him.

She sighed.

"Or you could just push him into the nearest pile of cardboard boxes and ravage him like a sex-crazed Pekingese," she told herself, and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds better."

With a final, resolute sigh, she turned and exited the bathroom, swaying her hips seductively as she did, as practice for the real thing.

*********

"So when you dropped by earlier, I had to tell Liz you creeped me out," Maria was saying as she toyed with the lid to the candy box on the table in front of them.

Michael chuckled. "Really?" They were sitting in a back booth of the Flying Pepperoni, and he stretched out in his vinyl-covered seat, watching her.

Maria grinned and nodded. "Yeah. I think I've got her pretty well believing I'm terrified of you guys." Her grin changed to a seductive smile. "I'm a pretty good actress, aren't I?" He felt her tiny foot trail up his inner calf.

A slow grin spread across his face. "Naw, I see right through you," he said, opening his legs a little more for her.

She raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Well, what is it that you SEE?" He felt her toes brush his crotch and bit the side of his cheek to keep from moaning.

"I know you only want me for my body," he managed to say, proud of how level he kept his voice.

Maria laughed softly. "I don't ONLY want you for your body," she explained. "It's just a nice added bonus." Her foot pressed against his fly, and this time he couldn't hold back a little gasp. She laughed again.

"You're evil," Michael muttered, taking her foot from his crotch and resting it on his thigh. Sliding off her strapless sandal, he began to massage the arch of her foot.

"Oooh, that's nice," Maria sighed, leaning back in her seat, eyes closed, a warm smile on her face. "See? THIS is why I want you..." She giggled.

Michael shook his head, laughing softly.

*********

The doorchime jingled, and for no real reason, Maria glanced dreamily to the side to see who it was.

Her eyes widened.

"Oh shit," she muttered.

"What?" Michael asked, not really paying attention.

Maria pulled her foot from his grasp. "Quick, gimme my sandal!" she hissed, reaching her hand across the table.

Michael gave her a puzzled look. "What? Why?"

"Alex!" she squeaked, trying to point without being too obvious. The lanky teenager had just entered the pizzeria with a group of his bandmates.

Michael shrugged. "Yeah? So?"
Maria gave him a withering look. "Hello? Earth to Spaceboy!" She waved a hand in front of his face. "If he sees me hanging out with you, he's going to start asking questions. Lots of questions. Uncomfortable questions that I REALLY don't feel like answering right now."

"Didn't you just get done telling me what a great actress you are?"

"Would you REALLY like to stake your life on whether I was exaggerating or not?"

There was a pause, then Michael tossed her the sandal.

"Good boy," Maria muttered as she pulled the shoe on. "Now pay the bill and let's ditch."

Michael looked like he was going to protest about having to pay the check, but Maria shot him a warning glare and he dropped a ten dollar bill on the table silently. But not before glaring back at her.

Maria ignored his glare and slid out of the booth, grabbing the box of chocolates as she went. "Come on, Spaceboy!" she whispered, and slipped through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. She heard it open and close once behind her, accompanied by the rustle of a paper bag, and knew he'd followed her.

"Hey, what're you two kids doing back here!" Marty, the owner of the pizzeria, called from where he was making pizza dough.

"Sorry, Marty!" Maria called back, trying to keep her voice down. "Michael here just wanted to get out without a fuss. He saw some guys who were giving him a hard time at school today, and wanted to leave without getting into a fight. I'm sure you understand."

Marty nodded. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Don't you be making trouble in this place though, you two." He gave them a stern look.

"Just making our way to the door, Marty," Maria said with a cheerful smile. "We'll be out of here in no time."

He snorted and went back to rolling his dough, and Maria quickly pulled Michael out the back door and into the cool evening air.

***************

She started laughing the instant they were outside, and Michael glowered at her.

"You just HAD to make ME the bad guy in the situation, didn't you?" he growled, grabbing her hand and pullng her out of the alley and onto the main street.

Maria kept right on giggling. "Oh, please," she chuckled. "Marty knows me, and he knows I'd never get into trouble. But I needed to give him SOME excuse. Besides, you look pretty sinister to anyone who doesn't know you, Spaceboy. Hell, you look pretty sinister, period."

"Cute, Deluca, real cute."

"Awww, did I hurt your feelings?" she cooed in a baby voice, which, he was a little surprised to discover, REALLY turned him on. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Michael stopped and spun around, looking into her eyes. He could tell from her look of surprise that she wasn't expecting his gaze to be so hot.

"Yeah, I think that'd work," he murmured, tightening his grip on her hand.

"Michael?," Maria murmured, eyes wide.

"Let's get inside," he whispered, and she nodded quickly.

They were outside the Roswell Gym and Spa, which was closed for the night, but that didn't bother Michael in the slightest. He tugged Maria down the alley and managed to unlock the side door without blowing the whole thing off its hinges. Gently, he drew her inside, closing the door behind them.

"This is SO illegal," Maria whispered as he pulled her deeper into the gym.

"Yeah, I know," he murmured, eyes scanning the equipment filled room for something decent for his purposes. "One hell of an aphrodisiac though, isn't it?"

"God yes."

Michael's eyes finally lit on the aerobics area, and he grinned at the mats on the floor. Perfect.

"Come on," he murmured, leading her in the direction of the padded floor.

"Ooh, Michael, you're so FORCEFUL," she purred, and he growled hungrily.

"You like forceful?" he asked, pulling her around in front of him and holding her shoulders.

Maria tilted her head to the side and smiled secretively at him. "Maybe I do," she answered, her hand reaching out to touch his chest. "Perhaps you should help me figure it out."

Michael closed his eyes, letting her fingers brush over his nipples through his shirts. "I don't think I want you tamed," he said hoarsely.

He could hear the grin in her voice when she answered, "Then this she-cat will make sure to fight back."

He opened his eyes again and they shared a long, smoldering look.

"Take your clothes off," he finally said.

"I thought you'd never ask," she purred, and ripped off her shirt.

***********

Maria almost couldn't believe what she was doing. Stripping for an alien in the darkened recesses of an empty gym. Life had taken a definite leap for the surreal when she'd found out that martians really DID exist.

"Slower," she heard Michael's smooth voice, and she found his eyes again. He was watching her closely, sharp eyes following every movement. He'd seen her naked before-- just last night, as a matter of fact, at the Crash festival-- but he seemed to be enjoying the rediscovery.

Defiantly, true to her word, she shoved her jeans down over her hips and let them fall around her ankles. Kicking off her sandals, she stepped out of the circle of denim and kicked it aside. "That good enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned and shook his head. "No."

"How much slower you want me to go?"

"I think I'll have to show you."

Maria felt her knees tremble when he said that. "Yeah, maybe you'd better."

Michael nodded, and walked towards her. He circled around her half-naked body, and pressed against her back. She could feel the hard bulge in the front of his jeans, and it made her eyes close as she shivered with anticipatory pleasure.

"When I say slow, I mean slow," Michael murmured near her ear, his hands coasting up her stomach to the front clasp of her bra. "Slow, like honey in the jar."

Delicately, he unhooked the clasp and pulled the bra open, so that her breasts fell free. Maria gasped as the cool air of the gym hit her nipples, making them harden.

"Gorgeous," he purred in her ear, and his hands came up to mould her breasts, his thumbs grazing lightly over her sensitive nipples.

"Michael?holy crap?," Maria whimpered, rubbing her back against him.

"Do you see why going slow is a good thing?" he whispered to her, weighing her breasts gently in his palms.

She nodded quickly, rubbing her ass against his crotch and enjoying the soft gasp she elicited from him.

"Fast is good, too," she murmured.

Michael nodded. "Yeah, it is." And without another word, he reached down with one hand and ripped off her panties.

Maria shrieked as they were pulled away. The seams tore apart easily enough, and he threw them to the side, useless.

"Fast," he growled in her ear, his hand sliding forward over her hip to dip between her legs and cup her mound.

"Michael?!" she moaned as his middle finger dipped between her lower lips, and she heard him chuckle.

"Wow, Maria," he said. "You weren't joking about fast." He brought his hand up, so she could see the moisture dripping there.

"All for me?" Michael cooed in her ear, and she nodded.

"God, yes, Michael?."

"Mmmmm, good." He replaced his hand, massaging her cleft. "You feel really perfect, you know that? Wet and hot and ready." He buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply, and shivered. "And you smell so frigging sweet...."

A warm tongue tickled behind Maria's ear as he licked her, making her gasp. "Sweeter and sweeter," he murmured, his free hand still rubbing her breast. "Sweet like candy."

"Like c...candy," she whispered, her hips rocking against his hand. How the hell did he know to touch her THERE? In such a sweet spot. "Sweeeeeet," she moaned.

He purred for her. "Lay down."

If she could have been coherent she would have thanked him for the request, because she was about to collapse anyway.

***********

Michael went with her to the floor, making sure she didn't fall. That and he didn't want to take his hands away from her hot, soft body. A greedy humanitarian, that was Michael Guerin, and when it came to Maria Deluca, he was more than willing to hoarde her for himself.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly, hovering above her and gazing down into her deep green eyes.

"Mmmm, Miiiichael," she moaned softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Her wet cleft rubbed back and forth along his palm. "Oh God..."

He smiled. "I've got an idea. Can I try it?" Pinching her nipple gently, he waited for her response.

"Yes, yes, pleeease," she whimpered, digging her fingers into his arm. "Anything!"

Michael grinned. "Awesome." He looked down at his hand, plunged between her tight thighs. "I have to move."

"NO!" Her legs clamped around his hand, holding him against her. "No! Stay!"

Leaning forward, he kissed her warmly as he pulled his hands from between her vise-like legs. Maria whimpered in protest, but he silenced her by sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly, her own tongue dueling with his.

After a moment, they separated. "I need something," Michael murmured against her lips. "I'll be right back."

Maria nodded, rubbing his shoulders. "Hurry."

He nodded and slid across the floor, to the paper bag and forgotten box of chocolates they'd dropped on the edge of the mat. His hand was wet with Maria's juices, and he felt his cock go even harder as he thought about how molten and moist she was.

"Fuck," he muttered, throwing off the lid of the box of chocolates. Half gone, but still plenty full. It would do.

He started to crawl back to her, pulling the box with him. For a moment he wondered what he was doing. He was an alien with virtually no prior sexual experience, except one unbelievable night with this same girl. Not only did he not know the scientific names for most of her anatomy, he barely knew any of his own. So why did he have an intense desire to touch her in places hidden deep inside her body? Places eager but inexperienced alien fingers had no business being? One mistake and he could hurt her and kill any chance of a "them."

But why wasn't he afraid?

After a second he reached her side again and grinned down into her face. "You like chocolate," he said.

Maria nodded, obviously frustrated. "I know that, Spaceboy. Or don't you listen to me."

Michael shook his head. "You don't get it," he told her. "You like chocolate." He dipped a hand into the box and removed a peanut cluster.

Spinning it in the air over her face, he murmured. "So do I. Hold still." Delicately, he placed the chocolate candy over her left nipple. He held it there for a second until the heat of her body had melted enough of the chocolate to hold it in place, then he did the same to her other nipple.

"What're you..." Maria murmured, watching his hands with dazed eyes.

"Adding sweetener to the sweetness," he said softly, taking another candy and pushing her feet apart. He crawled between her legs, gazing down at her neatly trimmed center.

"Michael....?" Maria whispered, and he looked up to find her eyes watching him. For a moment he was afraid she'd make him stop, but then he saw the faint smile on her lips and the muted twinkle in her dreamy eyes, and he felt his breath come easier.

"Shhhhhh," he murmured, rubbing her inner thigh. Maria bit her lip and watched as he lowered the candy to her cleft.

With a long, smooth swipe, he swept the candy along her slit. Maria gasped, and Michael moaned. He brought the wet chocolate to his mouth and set it on his tongue. Closing his mouth and eyes, he let the candy melt in his mouth. The chocolate merged with her zesty, dusky flavor, covering his tongue with a sweet, spicy coating.

He groaned. "Melts in your mouth," he murmured, forcing his eyes open as he swallowed. Maria was watching him with poorly disguised lust.

"But also in your hand," she purred, licking his lips.

"That so?"

"You bet. Just touch me again and find out."

Michael grinned slowly, wolfishly. "Awesome."

************

Maria was ready to scream. Every nerve ending in her body was demanding fulfillment, but Michael was being tortuously slow. With careful precision, he picked up another peanut cluster and held it over her clit as he lowered his mouth to suck just below her belly button.

Her body jerked. "Shit...!" she gasped, her legs spreading instinctively as his fingers massaged her opening. She felt one slip inside, exploring, and squealed. "Michael!"

He sat up again, but only enough to grin at her, then brought the chocolate up to her mouth. "Do you want to taste yourself?" he said.

Maria moaned and opened her mouth. He popped the candy inside and she chewed hungrily, whimpering as the tastes of sex and chocolate mingled in her mouth. "You like that?" he asked quietly, and she nodded quickly.

"Yes!"

"Me too." He pulled himself up over her body, his finger still probing her internally as he closed one mouth over her nipple. She felt him blatantly start to chew the peanut cluster he'd left there, squeezing and sucking the sensitive nubbin underneath. Groaning, she massaged his shoulders. "More... yes, Michael, morrrre..."

Where was this coming from? He was as much a novice to the world of sex and ardor as she was, yet he was able to do these incredible things and elicit these powerful reactions. Where had he learned it all? Who had taught him? It was almost like he was channeling a former life!

"Mmmm, Maria candy," Michael purred, licking her nipple. "Super sweet."

She had to giggle even as she whimpered. "Ooh, Michael," giggle, "quit!" She shoved playfully at his shoulders.

"Not done yet," he told her matter-of-factly and moved to her other nipple, repeating his previous actions. Maria smiled happily, closing her eyes and enjoying the delicious sensations that ripped through her body.

"Hello? Who's there?"

They both sat up together, eyes wide with alarm. "Deputy Hanson!" Maria hissed, terrified.

"Shit!" Michael whispered back.

They could hear the footsteps coming closer, and saw the bob of a flashlight weaving in and out of the exercise equipment in the weight lifting portion of the gym. "What the fuck is he doing here!" Michael growled under his breath.

"Who gives a shit!" Maria whispered frantically. "He's going to find us!" She started scrabbling for her clothes, but Michael stopped her. "Michael!"

"Shhhhh," he told her softly. "Let me handle this." He reached out and hovered his hand over her clothes, turning them into workout sweats. "Put them on."

Maria obeyed as quickly as she could, heart pounding. //Shit, shit, SHIT!//

By the time Deputy Hanson found them, Michael had Maria doing step aerobics as he stood nearby. "What're you two doing here?" Hanson asked suspiciously. "Don't you know you're breaking and entering?"

Michael gave the deputy a bored look. "I know that, Deputy. But she wanted to come." He pointed at the three-quarters eaten box of peanut clusters. "She wolfed those down, and then demanded I bring her here to work it off."

Maria resisted the urge to glare at him.

Deputy Hanson nodded slowly. "Oh, riiiiiight." He moved a little closer to Michael. "She's got one of them disorders?" he whispered.

Michael nodded. "Yeah. But don't tell anyone. I'm working on getting her help. I mean, can you be that thin and still be healthy?" It took ALL of Maria's willpower not to glare that time. She gritted her teeth and picked up her pace on the step machine.

Hanson nodded again. "All right. I gotcha." He smiled helpfully at Maria. "You need anything, miss, we've got plenty of pamphlets at the station. You just drop by and pick one up." He tipped his hat to her, then looked at Michael. "I'm gonna let you stay here, but only for a while. If you aren't gone in one hour-- and if you take anything when you leave-- I know who you are and where you live." He gave Michael a significant look.

Michael nodded. "Yes sir, I understand. Thank you."

Hanson nodded. "Well, no problem. Just make sure she gets that help." He winked and wandered back through the exercise equipment to the front door, bumping into the leg press as he went.

As soon as he was gone, Maria leapt off the step machine and started pummelling Michael with her fists. "You jerk!" she exclaimed.

"What!" Michael said, annoyed. He batted her hands away easily, which just made her angrier. "I saved our skins!"

"Now he's going to go tell everyone on the force that I'm bulimic!"

"No he won't."

"Yes he will!"

"No he won't! He'll probably screw up and say you're anorexic."

Maria groaned. "Oh, that's SO much better. What if my mom hears?"

Michael snorted. "Your mom's a hippy, Maria. Hippies and cops don't mix."

She poked him in the stomach. "Nonetheless, pally, you've put me in an awkward position. What am I going to do about that?"

Michael grinned. "I can think of a few things."

Maria arched an eyebrow. "You think I'm going to have sex with you now? After all that?"

"Yep."

"Dammit, I'm so transparent."

"No you aren't." He ran his hands down her back, and the workout clothes melted away, leaving her naked. "Now you are."

Maria blushed and pressed against his chest. "What about you? Aren't you a little overdressed for the occasion?"

Michael chuckled and pulled off button-down shirt. "Better?"

"Mmm, getting there." Maria leaned in to start gently sucking on his collarbone.

"Yessss..." Michael moaned softly, closing his eyes and resting his hand on her lower back. He pulled her closer so that their bellies were flush against each other. Somehow he managed to kick off his boots.

"Pants," Maria reminded him gently, kissing across his chest to one nipple. She started nibbling softly.

"Right," he gasped, and began tearing at his pants. He couldn't get a good grip on them because of her position, but he wasn't ABOUT to push her away. With a growl of frustration, he pressed his palm to his pant leg and melted it away, then shoved his boxers down.

Maria groaned as his erection pressed into her belly. "Michael, God," she murmured, her fingers digging into his arms. "I need you."

Michael nodded, unable to speak. Her smell was overpowering. Carefully, he lowered her to the floor and wrapped her legs around his hips.

She gazed up at him, smiling softly. "Last night seems like centuries ago," she murmured.

"Really?" he said quietly, leaning forward to nuzzle her breasts. "Seems like just yesterday to me." He closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking gently. Vestiges of chocolate still lingered there, and it made his dick leap as he thought of the other places he'd melted the candy.

Maria purred, kneading his shoulders. "This feels right," she said gently, but Michael knew she wasn't talking to him. It was said in that tone of voice which means a person is justifying a situation to themself. He smiled around her nipple, then moved up to kiss her throat.

"Are you ready?" he murmured near her ear. One hand came up to massage her full breast.

She exhaled shakily and kissed his temple. "Yes," she whispered.

He kissed her gently as he reached down to guide himself to her passage, only to find she'd beaten him to it. He groaned as her slim fingers wrapped around his erection and eased him infinitesimally into her body.

Maria stiffened slightly, breath already coming faster. "Ooh...!" she gasped, closing her eyes and quickly moving her hand up to grip his shoulders.

"Yes... Yessss...," Michael moaned, and began to pump into her, one inch at a time.

*********

"Oh...my...God," Maria gasped with each thrust, her fingers clenching and unclenching on his shoulders. "Michael...yes, Michael!"

He growled something unintelligible and buried his face in her throat, sucking and nipping hungrily. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her back and pushed her hips up towards him, rocking in tandem.

"Mmmmm, sweet," he moaned, his tongue travelling up her neck. "Sweeeeet."

Maria groaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as he stroked in and out of her. It was exactly as she remembered from the night before-- the way he stretched her body as he moved back and forth; the bright flashes of electric sensation that spiralled through her body as he touched hidden places inside her. It was like a weird, freaked out fairytale where the prince doesn't kiss the princess to wake her up, but makes love to her instead.

Already the pressure was building in her abdomen, readying for a maelstrom. She groaned and bit gently into his shoulder. "Maria," he moaned in response.

She loved how he said her name.

**********

Michael was having too much difficulty thinking. It was making it hard to focus on where he needed to put his dick. Thank God he was already inside her, or he would have spent ten minutes poking around trying to find her entrance.

The moment was too intense. Her sweat, their smell, the openness of the gym, the windows just twenty feet away, her white chicklet teeth, his aching muscles. Her wet, wet body, inviting him in; pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, yes," he growled and pushed himself up into a kneeling position. He grabbed her hips, pulling them up with him so that he could keep thrusting into her. His eyes latched onto where they joined as he watched his body interlock smoothly with hers, over and over. It was entrancing.

"Miiiiichael," Maria moaned, and he felt her soft, butterfly fingers on his chest. "Come...come back... cold..."

He looked up then and saw her reaching up for him, arms ready to embrace him. Taking her hand, he pulled her up easily and settled her in his lap. They both groaned as the action pushed him into her up to the hilt.

"This...is awesome," Michael panted in her ear as he guided her hips up and down.

"Oh my gawwwwwd," Maria moaned in response, her strong legs helping to piston her body on his dick. "Yessssssss!"

Michael felt his body start to tighten, and he groaned. "Fuuuuck." He pressed on her lower back, rubbing their bellies together. "Are you rea-" But before he could finish, her back arched and she threw back her head, letting out a whoop of pleasure.

"YES!" she crowed as her body clenched tightly around him.

Michael's eyes widened. "Shit!" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips jerked up. His breath exploded out in a hard expulsion as he came.

He moaned, she moaned, and they slumped against each other, holding one another up like Greek pillars.

**********

Michael's breath puffed across Maria's damp skin, and it made her giggle. "You're tickling me," she murmured dreamily, stroking his hair.

"Mmm," he responded, cushioning his cheek on her shoulder; but he didn't move.

Maria smiled and kissed his cheek gently. "We have to go before Hanson comes back," she reminded him quietly, rubbing his back. Michael groaned and she laughed. "Do you want to get arrest for indecent exposure?"

"We don't have any clothes anyway. Least this way only one guy sees us buck naked."

Maria chuckled, massaging his lower back. "You can make us clothes somehow. I'd rather nobody sees us like this." She kissed his jaw and whispered in his ear, "I want to keep your body all to myself."

He smiled and it made her breath flutter; he had such a lovely smile. "Okay," he murmured drowsily, closing his eyes. "Wake me in twenty minutes."

Maria nodded, still rubbing his back. "Sweet dreams, Michael," she whispered.

"Sweet..." he mumbled, and drifted off to sleep.

Maria rested her chin on his shoulder and gazed out the windows across the gym. From here, she could just see round orb of the moon, hanging over Main Street. It was full tonight, and either she was imagining it, or the Man in the Moon was grinning even more than usual.


THE END

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