Author: Jenn [email protected]
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of its characters and I am not affiliated with the show or Melinda Metz in any way. Oh and in no way am I responsible for any injuries this may cuase because of my horrible attempts at smut and foof.
Summary: Maria is moving in with Michael....
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Empty boxes were stacked in the corner. Maria stood next to them armed with tape and scissors, ready to assemble them, while Michael sat on the bed, sulking.
�Why do we have to take all this shit?� he whined. Maria had had just about enough of him all ready and they hadn�t even begun to put anything in the boxes yet.
�Because I�m my mother�s child. Now get off your lazy ass and help me pack. I wasn�t the one with this idea to move in together,� Maria snapped.
�Yeah, but I didn�t hear you protest,� he asked getting off the bed and moving towards her.
�Maybe you weren�t listening,� Maria quipped.
�And maybe you sounded like a five-year-old-birthday-girl who just got a pony�well you know what I mean,� he smiled. Maria couldn�t help melting every time he smiled. She sounded like a helpless movie heroine, but he was beautiful when he smiled. But she saw the hunger in his eyes that followed the smile and quickly turned away.
�No, spaceboy. There will be no pony rides at this party. This party is strictly for packing and moving to the new barn.� She bent down and picked up the first box on the pile. Michael took this opportunity to get her back for making him wait. �Ouch,� she yelped as he lightly pinched her ass.
�You no good rotten alien,� she teased punching him in the stomach.
�And you�re a bitch,� Michael said, pulling Maria�s hands behind her back so she was helpless to fight against him. He pushed Maria�s t-shirt aside with his teeth, softly scraping them against her neck. She squiggled trying to break free of his grip.
�Let me. GO,� she said Sandra Dee style.
�Never,� he whispered. He flicked his tongue across her earlobe and she pulled against him again.
�NOW,� she yelled.
�Never,� he repeated.
�Maria do you need any help in there?� Amy called from the next room. Michael immediately let go of Maria, scared of Ms. De Luca and her newspaper. They were a frightening duo to any unsuspecting man, he had learned that lesson early on.
�No I�m doing all right mom,� she said, smiling to herself at her victory. �Now Michael, you need to understand the rules, ok.�
�Rules? Who the hell needs rules?� Michael looked miffed and stalked back to the bed.
�You do. Now number one�� Maria started.
�Here she goes again,� Michael said addressing his imaginary fans once again.
�Listen.� He straightened up on the bed looking like some deranged schoolboy. �Rule one: We get this packed today, or we don�t get it packed at all. Rule two: My mother was good enough to let her baby move in with an animal��
�Animal? I don�t appreciate being called names,� he complained.
�Michael, look at your apartment, and�um�well there is a reason the eraser room didn�t cut it even then.� Michael laughed, remembering the times in high school where class was the last time on his mind, although it usually was no matter what he had been doing. Maria giggled too, the memories invoking mixed emotions within her.
�Anyway, because my mother was such a doll, you will respect her in her own house and keep the horseplay for later. Rule three: You help me, or I won�t help you with anything, ever, again. Got it?� she glared at him.
�Got it,� Michael said in mock horror.
�Brat,� she spat.
�Look who�s talking.� But Michael wasn�t about to risk his fun for his self-dignity. He wasn�t that controlling, of anyone or himself. Pride could be stored away for later. Although he didn�t really think he would have much with Maria around. And that was perfectly fine with him.
Maria put together the first box. �Now pack,� she demanded. So he packed.
Michael picked up a stack of sheets from beside Maria�s bed. �What do we need these for? I have sheets in my apartment.�
�Just pack them,� she said, piecing together more of the boxes.
�Fine,� he sighed. He threw them in the box.
�I need the ones from the bed too,� she said. Michael pulled the sheets off the bed and tossed them into the box too. �Fold them, please.� Michael pulled them out and obediently followed orders. Maria was surprised he was doing anything she asked of him. She silently praised him and vowed she would make that night a night to remember.
They went on packing, the room silent. It was eerie how silent they were, usually there was not a moment that went without sound. Finally they closed the last box. �Done,� Maria breathed.
�Finally, � Michael rolled his eyes.
�Come on spaceboy, let�s get these to the Jetta.� Michael lifted a box and headed to the door. �Amazing how you only have back problems when there�s no reward,� she teased.
Michael just kept walking, surprised she still remembered that. Maria picked up a box herself and followed Mr. Enigma down the stairs. She would never understand him, and she didn�t really want to. Michael waited patiently as she opened the door. Normally Michael would be complaining about something or ready to suffocate her with his mouth. He really, really wanted this.
Maria went to kiss her mother goodbye as Michael carried the last box to the car. �Take care of my baby,� she addressed Michael as he walked by.
�I will, Ms. De Luca,� he said. Maria smiled at him, and he strolled out of the room.
�I�ll be fine mom,� Maria assured. �I�m only down the street.�
�I know, baby. I�ll miss you. But I believe him. He really does love you.�
�He does,� Maria said. Amy hugged her daughter close and Maria received it with open arms.
�All right I�ve got to go,� Maria said trying to break free. �Mom, let go. I�ll be back this weekend. And it�s not like we live in a big place, I�ll see you around.�
Amy let go and Maria practically skipped out of the room. Michael was waiting in the car flipping through radio stations impatiently.
�Ready, spaceboy?� she said knowing the answer already. Michael just nodded eagerly and Maria started the car.
When they arrived at Michael�s apartment complex he wanted to leave the boxes in the car. �No way am I letting some rough neck motorcycler steal my crap,� Maria argued.
�Crap is just what it is, and no way would anyone want to steal it, especially not a motorcycler�it�s so�girly,� he laughed. Maria just sighed and picked up a box from the trunk. Michael followed suit, trying to juggle three boxes so he could get the task finished as fast as possible.
All the boxes finally made it into the house and Maria realized that there was no way any unpacking was getting done today. �Uh, uh, uh,� Michael said as she came up the stairs after him. He had gone down to carry the last box and insisted she come with him to close the door. Maria had been bossy enough and decided it was time she did one thing his way. �Hold on a sec.�
Michael threw the box on the ground next to the others. �Careful,� Maria whined, moving forward.
�I said stay,� Michael demanded. He walked towards her and scooped her into his arms. Maria gave a little yelp, �We�re not married, silly.�
�Close enough,� he answered kissing her on the nose.
�Michael,� she asked, suddenly growing quite. �Will we ever get married?�
�I don�t see why not,� he smiled. She smiled back, her heart happy. There was nothing more she needed in the world. Nothing but her strange alien boyfriend and his chaotic life.
�How bout that pony ride, De Luca?� he asked, fire in his eyes. He knelt down and stood on all fours.
�You can�t be serious,� Maria said, looking at him with disbelief.
�Time to test out the new barn. Hop on.� Maria straddled his back. This wasn�t quite what she was expecting it to be like. But Michael was full of surprises.
�Giddyup,� she yelled. He reared slightly and took off. Maria grabbed at his shirt as he ran around their living room, weaving in and out of boxes. He reared again and Maria quickly pulled his shirt from his back. Michael laughed and Maria grabbed his shoulders as he sped off again.
She watched the muscles in his back move as he ran into the kitchen and out again. Michael showed off the whole house like it was their first time there.
�Ouch,� he cried when she dug a fingernail into his arm.
�Baby,� she teased but Maria was conscious not to hurt him again. Finally he slowed down and sauntered into the bedroom. �Whoa, horsy,� she whispered. He dumped her off and she tumbled onto the floor in a heap.
�Ouch.�
�Now who�s the baby?� he asked. They both laughed and Michael climbed up on the bed. He looked at Maria on the floor. She was in her bra. He saw her shirt lying on the floor in the living room. �When��
�Hey, I�m talented,� she cut him off.
�Then come bring that talented ass over here and give me a show.� Michael patted the sheets beside him and she picked herself up and hopped on. Michael wasted no time in letting her breasts break free of their constraints. Maria looked at him sternly, chiding him for his impatience. �They looked like they needed air,� he replied sheepishly.
�Not like they get much with you around,� she mumbled.
�I heard that,� he said propping himself up on his elbow to look at her. She was beautiful.
�And what are you going to do about it?� she challenged him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, moving his body over hers. One hand wrapped itself behind her neck and the other rested on her side. His legs positioned themselves so that she was pinned beneath him. His hand moved to her breast and he pulled her mouth closer to his.
�Proved my point, spaceboy,� she said quickly in between kisses. He looked down at his hand. He watched as his fingers moved in circles on her tight flesh. He loved watching her. he never grew tired of the way she looked, the way she breathed, the way she kissed him lightly. He loved making her happy, there was nothing better.
Softly he kissed her neck. Michael moved down her body and captured her nipple between his lips. A small squeal escaped Maria and he flicked his tongue across the pink skin. His hand moved to cover her other breast and he got lost in her sweetness.
Michael didn�t understand men�s fascination with breasts. Maybe it went back to childhood, but then he was an alien. He hadn�t been raised that way. Maybe it was because they suggested comfort, but he had never experienced that either. Maybe it was just because it was different, something that they didn�t have.
But looking at Maria, he didn�t really care why he liked them. He just wanted to touch her, all of her. He wanted to brand her, make her his forever. He kissed her in the valley between her breasts and then moved his mouth to the other one.
Maria arched into his mouth. He took more of her, and then pulled away all together. He saw her chest rise as she gasped slightly. He placed his palm to her chest and looked into her eyes. Maria felt a warmth go through her. Her whole body tingled as if it were being stuck with pins and needles. When Michael picked up his hand there was a glowing handprint on her chest, just above her heart.
Maria grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. She smiled against his lips as they kissed.
�You�re mine now, kiddo.�
�Always was.� Maria kissed him again, satisfied he was finally ready to take responsibility for what he knew they already had.
�Love you Mars bar,� he muttered against her mouth.
�Mars bar?� she questioned. But he decided an answer was unnecessary. She�d never understand anyway, never remember like he did. That night in the hotel he had brought her food as a peace offering, a Mar�s Bar had been his choice and now just the name reminded him of Maria. He ran his tongue along her lips asking for access to her mouth. She parted her lips, letting him deflower her mouth. He ran his tongue across the roof of his mouth as if he had never been there before.
�You snake,� she mumbled as he moved his lips down her body. But Michael still pretended not to hear. Finally Maria gave in to his kisses, which were growing more insistent by the minute. She mewled softly as his hair grazed her nipples and his tongue traced lines across her tight stomach.
His tongue burned at her flesh, he propped himself up with his hands to watch her face as he continued his feast on her body. He investigated her body with his mouth, kissing and licking at her flesh. He wanted to memorize everything about her, every curve, every taste, every smell.
His hands moved to her jeans and slowly he unbuttoned them. He no longer wanted to rush. He wanted to savor each and every moment he had with her as if it was the first time, and the last. He felt her stomach muscles flutter as his large hands worked at the zipper. He lightly kissed her belly and welcomed the little movements of her body.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as he pulled her jeans over her hips and sat up to pull them off her feet. Maria felt his hands massaging her feet. And she could feel his energy pulsing through her, mixing with her own in an explosion greater than any nuclear force in the world. When she was with Michael her senses were magnified a thousand times. She could hear every beat of their hearts, every move of their eyelids was deafening.
But when she was with him she could never see. The world was a beautiful blur of colors and light. Even in the dark she saw rays of sunshine bursting through her eyes. He blinded her. Her ears, her mouth, her fingers, they all gave her sense of where she was what she was doing.
Michael worked his way up her leg and Maria couldn�t take the feeling anymore. His simple touch could make her orgasm. Screw the girls who had to fake them, she could have them in complete daylight just knowing he was standing in the same room. Maybe it was just because he was alien, but she suspected it was more than that. She had a talented boyfriend. Just thinking about him could send her body into overdrive.
Michael�s fingers brushed against her inner thighs and she thought she was going to pass out from the sensations rushing through her body. The room spun and she had to close her eyes to keep from losing control. But closing her eyes only let her body feel more, it only let her be more aware of Michael�s strong fingers lightly dancing across her delicate skin. It only let her notice his whispering breath filling the room, mingling with her own gasps and sighs. Having her eyes closed just let her feel a thousands times more what she couldn�t handle. Each tiny movement Michael made sent electric charges through her body, every hair stood on end when he was near. She could light the entire neighborhood she lived in with the energy his kisses supplied her.
Michael played with her skin, touching it full force and then suddenly pulling away. He outlined her underwear, careful not to touch her core, teasing her with small kisses to her legs and stomach. Maria bit her lip to keep from crying out. Most girls might have been impatient, most girls would have screamed for more already. But Michael was different. He knew when she really needed him. He knew when teasing turned to torture. And she reveled in the attention he gave to each inch of her body. It was as if he had never touched her before, never been so passionate. She felt as if he were memorizing her, drinking in her image to store forever in his mind.
And with that thought came thoughts of insecurity. Maria couldn�t help thinking like this was the last time that she would see him, the last time he would touch her, the last time she would touch him. And the thought left painful scars in her mind. No longer were his hands important, nothing he was doing could be important if she was never going to feel him again. If she were never to see his face reflected next to hers in the mirror in the morning she didn�t want this one last goodbye. She wanted to cry.
Maria slowly pulled herself up to his mouth. She kissed him passionately. �Say you�ll never leave me,� she whispered harshly, throwing him on his back. �Say you�ll stay with me forever.�
�Maria, how could I leave you? I love you,� he replied.
�Say it, say you�ll never leave me,� Maria insisted, straddling his chest.
�You know I�d never leave you. Not if�� Maria broke him off midsentence knowing he probably didn�t have something genuine to add to that. Michael could be sweet, but sticky movie lines weren�t for him.
Maria took this opportunity to pay Michael back. She didn�t like their relationship to be one sided, even if she did adore his attention he deserved some of his own. Plus, she didn�t want to be the only one in her underwear, somehow she didn�t see any fairness in that.
Maria ran her fingers alone his chest, letting them ride each muscle. She tugged at the top of his jeans feeling the rough fabric against her fingers. Michael felt her pause as her fingers reached for his buttons. He saw her bright green eyes looking into his, full of love and he knew in an instant why he would never leave her. Every reason he might have come up with in the past few years flew out the window and were immediately replaced by reasons of why he needed her, why if he left, he would die, why he didn�t know if he could live a moment of his life without her.
And then he watched her nimble fingers tug at the top of his jeans. He saw fire burn through her eyes, heard her breath even out as she concentrated on unfastening his jeans. He longed to be rid of them, his only barrier from her. He longed to have her eyes see him, just her gaze could work a million wonders on his body.
She quickly stripped him of his pants and threw them to the side to tangle with her own lost clothing. He could smell her longing, almost taste it, hanging in the air above him. It was sweet like honey, but there was something beneath the sweet smell. It was different than anything he could describe. It was a scent that strictly screamed Maria. And he longed to taste it, just a drop to the tongue was like a drug, a drug that sent him on a trip like no other. In his opinion it should be bottled and sold. But he didn�t want to share, it was an addiction like no other, one that only he wanted to be on.
He let his mind wander back to what she was doing. It was strange how just thinking about her sent him into a frenzy, but the real thing was better. And as he felt her tongue touch his erection he felt like doing backflips for her right then and there to show his appreciation. Of course he was a little tied up, even if he could do a backflip.
�Maria,� he cried as her mouth enveloped his shaft. Her name was all he could think. Whoever sang that song about �Maria� being a wonderful name was right. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, there was nothing else like it.
Michael moved in perfect rhythm with her, thrusting his hips towards her. And she took him, all of him, and then pulled almost completely away. Michael groaned and pushed towards her again. He felt her velvet tongue swirl against the tip and he knew he was ready.
Maria felt him ready to cum and pulled him farther into the recesses of her mouth. She let his liquid flow through her like molten lave. It burned her throat leaving scars. But she welcomed them, wanting to fill herself with his juices, wanting no drop to escape her.
Michael shuddered and then lay back, pulling her to him. He kissed her squarely on the mouth thanking her. And she let him flip her over again, ready for her turn. She liked this taking turns bit. It wasn�t how they did it every night. But she felt wonderful when they did. She felt beautiful and sweet and cared for when he let her do as much for him as he did for her.
Michael finally freed her of her black lace thong. He threw it at her face, laughing as she wrinkled her nose at him. This time he worked fast, burying his face deep within her core. His tongue lapped at her center. He moaned against her clit as he sucked at her. This elicited a moan from her own body, urging Michael to go deeper inside.
He brought his hand up to meet his mouth and filled her inside. Maria�s hands found his hair and she fastened him to her core. She could stay like this forever, lying here with him so close to her persuaded her that there was no other way to live. And again the thousand stars tumbling towards her blinded Maria as Michael pushed into her harder. He was a magician, skilled in his craft of magic and mystery. She succumbed to his powers and let him lure her into yet another trick.
His fingers brought her to the climax, but whoever said whatever goes up must come down was wrong, so terribly wrong. They obviously had never met Michael Guerin. He defied all laws of physics man had ever found. But then Michael didn�t follow rules or laws anyone set for him. He made his own, and that�s what made it all the better. And as she came, her body shattering into pieces, he brought her back together, his fingers still resting inside her, still pushing her farther, past all legal limits.
She tugged at his hair, and he moved to meet her mouth. Their flesh melded together, both of them free of the conventional constraints of clothing. Their bodies danced together, tongues meeting tongues, legs tangling in each other.
Michael pulled back to look again at the beautiful goddess who lay beneath him. Her eyes lay half shut, her lips, swollen and red, her breath caressing his face like butterfly wings. He searched her face, watching it as he entered her. He liked to watch her as she felt him open her wider, liked to see the smile on her face as they joined together once again. Her smile was beautiful, but each time he pushed into her, each time he lay his sweaty flesh upon hers and let his fingers entwine in her hair, it glowed, like there was some ethereal light within her that only he could break free.
He loved knowing he could make her happy. It was far beyond anything he could imagine, the elation he felt when he knew she was happy, and he was the cause. She made him feel like he was special, like he belonged. No one else had ever let him feel the way she did. And as he moved within her he listened to each breath she took and recorded it in his brain. He wanted to remember this day forever. It was more than a wedding day, it was more than a trip to another galaxy. It was an acceptance. Maria had accepted him as hers and he had let her in his heart. There was no man happier at this time than Michael Guerin and he was sure of if. And no man would ever be as happy.
They came in unison, both screaming in joy. Neither cared who heard. This was their night, their world. �I love you,� Maria whispered against Michael�s hair as he lay next to her, their bodies still entangled. Michael propped himself on his elbow and stared down at her with sleepy eyes. Absentmindedly he trailed his finger around the handprint he had placed on her earlier.
�You�re mine now, De Luca,� he smiled, resting his head on her chest. Gently she stroked his hair.
�Always was,� she croaked, emotion filling her voice. Maria drew circles along his scalp and listened to the silence around them. She closed her eyes and finally believed everything was perfect. She snuggled against Michael�s back and pulled him closer to her body.
�I don�t know why people complain about moving,� Michael said drowsily. �It didn�t seem too bad to me.�
�Wait til we have real furniture, and a house, and children, and�� her voice trailed off into the night as they both drifted off to sleep, ready for the next moving day�whenever it might be.
THE END