Author: Mnemosyne [email protected]
Disclaimer: They aren't mine!
Summary: "Missing scene" from "I Married an Alien." Sixties Michael takes Sixties Maria to the drive-in. ;)
Notes: I thought Sixties Michael was too adorable for words. I fell in love with him immediately (like that's a stretch for me, LOL!), and just KNEW I had to do something with him. What better way to introduce him to my ficworld than by putting him in a smutfic? LOL! Throw in Sixties Maria, a period drive-in, and some raging hormones, and you've got the perfect recipe for some sweet smut that just might make you chuckle. J I hope you enjoy!
Dedication: To Jen, because she prompted me to write this. And to Arimi, for making the Yo-Yo animation that I've been watching and rewatching and rewatching for ages now. LOL!
"Chapter one says you love her,
Love her with all your heart.
Chapter two you tell her
You're never, never, never, never, ever gonna part?"
-The Monotones
"Book of Love"
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Michael was super duper nervous as he made his way up the path from his '63 Tempest - he'd gotten it for a steal, considering it was only two years old - towards the Deluca's front door. He checked his top button for the six zillionth time - yep, still done up! - and rang the bell.
The door opened a moment later, and he raised his fistful of daisies, thrusting it into the woman's face. "Hello!" he said cheerfully, then blushed bright red when he realized it was Maria's mother, Amy. "Um? Shucks, Mrs. Deluca, I thought you were Maria! You sure are pretty looking."
Mrs. Deluca beamed at him. "Hello Michael, sweetheart. Maria's getting ready. She'll be RIGHT down. Would you like some cookies? I just baked a fresh batch."
Michael's eyes lit up. "Oatmeal with chocolate chips?"
She nodded, eyes twinkling. "Saucer Specials. My specialty."
Michael almost couldn't contain his excitement. Not only did he have a swell date planned with Maria, but now he got Mrs. Deluca's Saucer Specials, too! Tonight was going to be keen! "Yay, Mrs. Deluca! Sure, I'd love some of your Saucer Specials! May I come in?"
She stood aside so that he could step inside, then led him to the kitchen, where a heaping plate of the oatmeal cookies was sitting on the counter. "Wowee, Mrs. Deluca!" Michael enthused. "These look like the best batch yet!"
"They're for the Blue Ribbon Bake Off tomorrow," she said proudly. "But you go right ahead and have some. A growing boy like you needs all the nutritious food he can get."
Michael beamed and plunked himself down on one of the stools next to the counter, setting his flowers next to the plate, and tucked in. The first bite was like heaven. "Golly gee," he said around the mouthful. "These are yummariffic!" He took another big bite, finishing off the first cookie and reaching for his second.
A petite cough from the kitchen door made him look up, and he choked on his cookie, because there was Maria.
She was dressed in green from head to toe: green scarf in the hair, green summer dress, green gogo boots. Even her bulky bracelet and beaded necklace were green! She knew how much he liked green on her - it made her pretty eyes even prettier!
She giggled at him. "You have chocolate on your cheek, honey."
Michael gaped at her.
Maria giggled again and bounced over to him, grabbing a napkin off the table as she went. Dabbing it on her tongue, she wiped the chocolate smear off his cheek. "I swear, silly boy, if you didn't have me around you wouldn't even know how to comb your hair!"
Michael blushed. "Aww, shucks, Maria. Sure I would." He grabbed up his daisies again and pushed them into her face. "Hello!" //Darn it, I was supposed to do that first! Now I look like a dum-dum.//
Maria didn't seem to mind that he had his order wrong, though. She took the flowers with an excited coo. "Awwww, for me?" She hugged him excitedly. "Daisies are my favorite!"
Michael could feel the tips of his ears growing hot as he blushed bright red. "Mariiiia... Your mother's right there!" he whispered in her ear.
Maria giggled and pulled back, pecking him on the cheek. "I know." She smiled at her mother, who'd been watching them with a beaming smile. "Michael and I are going to go out on our date now, mom. Can you please put these flowers in water for me?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Mrs. Deluca responded, taking the flowers and making shooing motions towards the door. "Now off you go, you two! And have fun at the sock hop."
"We will, mom!" Maria called over her shoulder, already tugging Michael towards the door.
Michael was confused. As she pulled him down the front walk, he remarked, "But Maria. We're not going to a sock hop! We're going to the drive-in."
"I know that, silly boy," she said, giggling as they reached the car and she could face him. "But I couldn't tell my mom THAT."
"Why not?"
"Because YOU know what happens when a boy and girl go to the drive-in on their twenty-first date, don't you?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
Michael blinked. No one had told him there'd be a quiz on this date! And a math quiz at that! "They order onion rings instead of fries?" He gulped, resisting the urge to cross his fingers behind his back.
Maria laughed, and the sound put Michael immediately at ease. Maria had such a peachy keen laugh, like little silver bells under cool, clear water. "You're so silly, silly boy!" she said, hugging him again. Michael decided to be silly all night, because it was getting him lots and lots of hugs. He loved hugs, especially Maria hugs. They made him feel warm and melty inside, like one of Mrs. Deluca's Saucer Specials.
"What DO a boy and girl do at the drive-in on their twenty-first date, Maria?" Michael asked, blushing, as she pulled back. He opened the passenger side door for her and she climbed in.
"You'll see," she said, giggling up at him. "Close the door. I don't want to miss the start of the movie!"
Neither did Michael. It was "Creatures From Venus Eat Chicago" in a double feature with "Creatures from Chicago Eat Venus." He was really looking forward to seeing what a creature from Chicago looked like, because the creatures from Venus sure were ugly! "Okee dokee, Maria," he said, and closed the door politely, then hurried around the car to the driver's side. Before climbing in, he smoothed his hair, checked his top button for the six zillion and first time, then opened the door and got behind the wheel.
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Maria waited excitedly for Michael to return with the burgers and fries from the snack shack at the Park Your Saucer Drive-In. She'd sent him off to get the food so that she could have quality time to preen. This was, after all, their twenty-first date; and this was, after all, the drive-in.
She took a small bottle of perfume out of her purse and spritzed it on her pulse points. She checked her hair in her compact mirror, made sure her eyeliner was perfectly symmetrical, darkened her lips with a fresh coat of lipstick, tried to recline in the most come-hitherish way possible, and waited.
Five minutes later, she saw Michael making his way through the maze of parked cars, loaded down with two sodas, two burgers, two orders of fries, two orders of onion rings, and a small heart box of candy. He somehow managed to open the door without spilling anything, and climbed in carefully.
"Here you go, Maria," he said cheerfully, splitting the food into neat piles - one for him, one for her. "Burger, fries, Coke. I wasn't sure if you'd want the onion rings, but I got them anyway, just to be sure. And here." He blushed a little as he handed her the box of candy. "A girl was selling them. See?" He pointed to the frilly white lettering stenciled on the lid. "It says, 'For my Sweetheart.'" He blushed a little more. "That's you."
Maria cooed happily, melting as she hugged the candy box. "Awwwwww, my adorable alien boyfriend!" She leaned over the heap of food between them to hug him tightly. "You're MY sweetheart."
"Shucks," he said bashfully, hugging her in return.
Maria tucked the chocolates in her purse for later, and turned to him, beaming. "Do you know what we do now, Michael?" she cooed, trailing her fingers up and down his arm.
A blare of fanfare from the speakers announced the start of the movie, and Michael beamed. "We watch space creatures eat Chicago! I've been waiting to see this, because all the creatures on Venus are SUPER ugly. I wanna know how they stack up against the creatures from Chicago!" He plopped back in his seat and began snacking on his fries, munching happily.
Maria blinked at him for a moment, honestly dumbfounded. This wasn't how things were supposed to go! "Um...okay." She sat beside him, staring at the screen, brow furrowed as she tried to work out where she'd gone wrong.
"Want an onion ring?" Michael asked cheefully, extending one to her.
Maria sighed.
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AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER
"WOW! That was pretty fantastic, Maria, wasn't it? Golly, I've never seen THOSE kinds of creatures on Venus. These were MUCH better looking than REAL Venus creatures. Still, I'm a little confused. They didn't meet ANY creatures in Chicago. Where were they? If they're big enough to eat Venus, shouldn't the Venus creatures have met them?"
Maria sighed heavily, leaning against the door of the car. "It's a movie, Michael," she said, sounding as bored as she could muster, hoping to get him to notice. "It's not real."
"Still, that kind of thing is pretty discontinuous, if you ask me. They should pay attention to that kind of thing! Perhaps they'll address it in the next movie."
Maria gave him a slow, weary look. He still looked as cheerful as he had at the beginning of the night. On the other hand, Maria could feel her bouffant hairdo starting to wilt, and her lipstick had rubbed off on her soda straw.
Things were not going as planned.
"Michael, don't you want to do something ELSE on our twenty-first date?" she asked, hoping to peak his interest.
He looked at her, smiling jovially. "Like what, Maria?"
She shrugged, sitting up a little and gazing at him with what she HOPED was a sensual look. "Something...dangerous. Daring. A little...naughty."
Michael considered her for a minute, then shook his head. "Nope, uh-uh. Max and Isabel have told me off ENOUGH times for me to decide that doing dangerous or naughty stuff is a BAD idea." He nodded firmly. "I've learned my lesson. From now on, I'm a straight shooter. Besides, the second movie's about to start! It's gonna be keen!" He turned back to the screen, watching with wide-eyed interest.
It took every ounce of Maria's willpower to not pound her forehead against the dashboard. Not only would it accomplish little to nothing, it would also smudge her makeup. Her night was bad enough without that.
The time had come to take things into her own hands. She'd hoped to avoid this, but when times called for it, she'd been known to take desperate action to get what she wanted. Perhaps things were different on Antar than on Earth, and human customs for the twenty-first date were different than the Antar equivalent. Or perhaps Michael was just trying to be a gentleman. Or perhaps he was just completely clueless. Whatever the reason, she wasn't about to let it ruin her evening.
Moving the remnants of their dinner into the back seat, she tugged on Michael's arm. "Come over here, sweetheart," she said cheerfully. "I want to lean on your shoulder, in case the Chicago creatures are really scary."
"Sure thing, Maria." Michael scooted across the seat until he was out from behind the wheel and could comfortably wrap an arm around her shoulders. "How's this, pumpkin?"
"Perfect," she purred, her voice dropping an octave.
Before he could say a word, she swung around into his lap, straddling his legs with her knees, and kissed him passionately.
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Michael nearly fainted, he was so surprised. //Good golly gee willikers!// was all his brain could manage to string together before Maria finally broke away from his mouth. "Good golly gee willikers!" he gasped. Not very original, but pretty doggone fitting!
Maria grinned down into his face. "You like that?" she asked. But she didn't ask it normally. It was like...she was purring. Like she was a kitty!
He blinked at her, then shook himself and nodded quickly. "I...yes! It was...really nifty, Maria." He gulped, pushing at her hips a bit. "But, we shouldn't be seen like this together. People might talk!"
She laughed then, and he bit his lip. He was pretty sure he'd just said something dumb again, like usual, but he wasn't sure what it was. Hopefully she'd tell him.
"Michael, what do you think every other couple at this drive-in is doing right now?" Maria asked, stroking his hair, a big smile on her face.
He swallowed. Her fingers felt nice, like butterflies. "Watching the movie...?" He had a feeling she'd laugh again, and she did.
"They're doing THIS, Michael," she finally answered, beaming down into his face and pressing against him. "They're stretching out in their backseats, or their front seats, or their rumble seats, and they're doing this. And this." She kissed him again, pulling away soon afterward and gazing into his eyes. "Or this..." Her hand slid down between their bodies to rest on his crotch.
Michael nearly shot out of his seat. "Maria! Don't touch there!"
Her eyes were amused, but she kept patting him. "Why not, Michael? Don't you like it?"
He had to admit, he did. "Well...yes, but..."
"Then what's the problem, Michael?" she murmured, her voice taking on that same purry quality.
"It's not...proper!" he responded, but it was a weak argument and he knew it.
Maria smiled. "We can't be proper ALL the time, Michael," she cooed, still patting his groin. "If we try, life is no fun."
Michael swallowed, gazing into her eyes. "Maria... Are you trying to seduce me?"
She grinned slowly. "Bingo." She tilted her head. "Is it working?" Her eyes twinkled.
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Michael whimpered, and Maria's grin broadened. "Why Michael," she cooed. "Is that a yoyo in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"I left my yoyo at home," he said hoarsely.
"Then I guess you're happy to see me," Maria purred, leaning down. "Very...very...very happy."
Her lips met his, and this time he responded immediately, his hands sliding up her back. Maria felt herself start to melt in his embrace; THIS was what she'd had planned all night! She had to remember to be forward more often.
Michael was fumbling helplessly with the zipper at the back of her neck, so she pulled away slightly to smile against his mouth. "Let me do that," she murmured, gazing seductively into his eyes. He nodded quickly, letting his hands fall back to her waist.
Maria smiled and sat back a little. She efficiently unzipped her dress and shrugged out of it so it pooled around her waist. She couldn't resist a grin when Michael's eyes latched onto her breasts and he licked his lips. "Do you like them, Michael?" she cooed, stroking his cheek.
He nodded quickly. "Golly yes."
"Do you want to see more?"
"Yes!"
Grinning, she reached behind her back and expertly unhooked her bra. Sliding out of it, she threw it onto the driver's seat. To her delight, Michael's eyes virtually bugged out of his head as he stared, enraptured, at her bare chest.
"Wow," was all he managed to say.
"I have so much more to show you someday, Michael," she murmured, leaning in so her breasts brushed his face. His warm breath made her skin tingle with pleasure.
"There's more...?" Michael asked breathlessly, closing his eyes and nuzzling between her breasts.
Arching her neck, Maria moaned softly, nodding. "Mmmm, yes, Michael. So much more." One of her hands slid between their bodies again, unzipping the fly of his pants. He stiffened beneath her, but Maria kissed the top of his head. "Shhhh," she soothed. "It's okay."
Michael just moaned softly and started sucking cautiously on the side of one of her breasts.
Moaning softly, Maria slid her hand into his pants. She'd practiced this with some of the dummies at Zager's Clothing Store when she worked there; after hours, when no one was around to see. Carefully, she slid her hand into his underwear, drawing him out.
Michael gasped against her chest. "Maria...!"
"Shhhhhh," she soothed again, her own breath coming faster. "Lemme..." Swallowing, she began to stroke his length.
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Michael's response was immediate. He started to thrust instinctually, moaning softly. Gee whiz, this was an unexpected development! When he woke up that morning, he'd been hoping to coax a longer goodnight kiss from her; but never something like THIS! "Maria...!" he panted.
The girl perched on his lap moaned softly, and leaned forward to nuzzle his hairline. "Does this feel good?"
"Golly yes!" He pulled her down for a kiss, desperate to make her feel HALF as good as HE felt. He didn't know where else to touch, but her breasts were so beautiful, he figured they were a good place to start. Cupping them in his palms, he began to knead, thrilled by how soft and pliable they were.
When she groaned into his mouth, however, he froze. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, worried, starting to draw his hands back.
Maria stopped him. "No... No, it feels good." She kissed him again, forcing his fingers to keep massaging her breasts. Michael complied willingly - it felt wonderful to touch her like this.
"This is so...supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," he murmured against her mouth. And when she started to laugh, it made him grin.
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Maria was having the most unbelievably good time. There was something dangerously wrong about having this level of heavy petting with your boyfriend in the front seat of his car at the drive-in on your twenty-first date. No wonder it was so popular.
A hot throb of need was pulsing between her legs, and she rocked her hips to try and make it go away. All that succeeded in accomplishing, however, was to rub her panties against her moist cleft and make her even MORE aroused. She whimpered.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked breathlessly.
"I...nothing," she murmured. "Kiss me again." She leaned in to kiss him, only to find his lips moved out of the way.
"No, there's something wrong," Michael murmured, his soft, sensitive eyes gazing up at her. "What is it?"
Maria sighed, pressing their foreheads together. "I...think I need you."
She felt Michael swallow. "I know. I...think I need you, too." He kissed her nose. "But we can't... What if... something happens?"
//You mean what if I get pregnant,// she thought silently, but didn't say anything out loud. "I don't want to stop, Michael," she murmured. "I don't think I can."
He sighed softly and was quiet for a moment. Then, one of his hands started to slide down her belly from her breast.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly, rubbing her forehead against his.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered.
Maria felt his hand slide between her legs, and she stiffened as he brushed over the moist crotch of her cotton panties. She whimpered, rubbing her breasts against him and tightening her fingers around his erection. "Miiiiichael..." she moaned.
He hissed as she squeezed him. "We don't...have to stop this way," he gasped.
Maria nodded, her hips already rocking as his fingers slipped into her panties and stroked her cleft. She moaned as he stumbled across her clit and began rubbing it slowly. "Oh yesssssss...," she groaned, shivering with pleasure. Her hand started to pump him in unison with his strokes. "Yessssss....don't stop..."
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Michael could have told her he had no intention of stopping, but he couldn't speak. His throat was completely shut off as her slim fingers caressed him. //This is...// He couldn't think of a fitting adjective, so he decided to stop thinking entirely, and gave himself over to her ministrations.
Their hips rocked together. Michael could feel moisture running over his fingers and pooling in his palm. The car was starting to smell warm and musky, with a touch of flowers from Maria's perfume. The windows were beginning to fog up. //So THAT'S why everyone's cars are always misted up,// he thought inanely, before a particularly strong squeeze from Maria made him yelp with pleasure and work her harder.
"Michael, Michael, Michael...!" she was gasping, her hips moving quickly against his hand. "Pleeeeease, don't stop. PLEEEEEEEEASE! I need more! MORE!"
Michael moaned. Her hand was picking up speed on him, driving him insane with need. "H...How?!"
She groaned and grabbed his other hand. Without ceremony, she thrust it between her legs. "F...Fingers!" she gasped. "U-use your fingers!" She kissed him passionately, thrusting his hand into her panties.
Michael moaned into her mouth, letting her guide his fingers to where she needed them. He felt his fingertips dip into a warm, wet opening, and he started to pull them away. But Maria was having none of it. She pushed on his hand, forcing two of his fingers into the wet passage, up to the first knuckle. She shuddered with pleasure, kissing him harder and bringing her hand back up to cup his face. Michael took the lead and started to slide his fingers deeper. "Tight..." he gasped against her mouth. "Sooooo tight..."
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Maria whimpered, nodding. "More...more, please... Don't stop."
Michael groaned, pushing his fingers further. She arched her back, crying out with pleasure. His shaft was hot and hard in her hand as she pumped him fiercely, and she started bobbing on his fingers. "Michael!" she shrieked. "Yes! Yes! YES!"
"Maria...!" he gasped, thrusting into her hand. She could tell he was getting close to something, though she was fuzzy on the details. If it was anything like she was feeling, though...
Then, with a shuddering cry, he jerked up beneath her. She felt his erection leap in her hand, then felt something warm and wet hit her belly. "Mariiiiiiia," he moaned, twitching beneath her as his fingers continued to work her sex.
Stars began to explode in front of her eyes. The world faded into tunnel vision, and everything outside of his hands turned black. Sparks were exploding between her legs - she could feel them, each one making her body jerk like a firecracker. "Sooooooooon!" she groaned, arching her back, though she wasn't sure WHAT was soon. It was all she could think to say, though.
"Maria," Michael panted, kissing her breast. "Yes, Maria..."
His fingers were stretching her so wide. She'd never imagined she could open like that! And to think - when his erection had been swollen, he was twice the width of the fingers inside her now. //Oh my...//
Suddenly, a fire lit off inside her body. His fingers brushed something sensitive deep inside her, and Maria's body jumped. "MICHAEL!" she gasped, shocked and pleasured. "MICHAEL!" Urged on by her reaction, he started stroking the spot in time with his rubbing of her clit.
Maria couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. Everything was starting to swirl around her. Her body started to tense...to stall...
"MIIIIIIIIICHAEL!" she keened as her body exploded. She felt her muscles clench around her fingers; felt the tension flowing out of her body, leaving her limp and trembling. She slumped forward against his chest, gasping for air.
"Oh...wow..." she gasped, holding him tightly. "Oh... WOW!"
She felt Michael nod. "I...I know," he panted, taking his hand from her clit and rubbing her bare back. "That...was swell..."
"Super swell..." she said breathlessly, kissing his shoulder. "Wow..."
They were silent for a few minutes, cuddling close together and stroking one another's bodies tenderly. Michael was the one to break the silence. "What do we tell your mother, Maria?"
Maria smiled against his shoulder. "Mmmm... Nothing."
"You mean we're going to lie?" He sounded scandalized.
Maria laughed softly, raising her head to gaze at him dreamily. "If we told her the truth, do you know what she'd do to you?"
Michael gave her a cautious look. "Skin me alive and wear my head for a hat?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Then I think lying would be a reasonable decision."
"Good boy."
"Or..."
"Yes?"
"We could send her to Chicago."
"Why would that do anything?"
"Then one of the creatures could scare her and make her forget about us."
"Michael, have you ever seen my mother angry?"
"No."
"Then trust me. Monsters wouldn't scare her. SHE'D scare the monsters."
"Reallly?"
"Yep."
"Golly."
"You said it."
"What about-"
"Don't say Venus, Michael."
"But-"
"Sweetheart, just hush and watch your movie."
"Okay, Maria."
"Good boy."
"Maria?"
"Yes, honey pumpkin?"
"You're swell."
"Awwwwww..."
THE END