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Title: Consequences
Author: Kathryn C
Rating: NC-17, or maybe Pg-14. It's not really graphic at all. I just wanted everyone to be warned. Besides, it's just this part. Go to my homepage to read summary of chapter for those of you who are under 18 or 14 or just don't want to read it.
Category: Mainly Michael/Maria, maybe Isabel/Alex too, but not near as much.
Spoilers: As it is with most fics recently, including mine, if you are spoiler free do not read. I read the spoilers, I write what might possibly happen. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own, although I wish I did.
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Michael lay on the flimsy bed in his apartment, staring up at the ceiling. He had drank nearly a whole pot of coffee, but it hadn't had the effect he wanted. He was already drowsy.
Desperately, Michael tried to keep his eyes open. He didn't want to go to sleep. But, his fluttered, and inevitably stayed shut.
Right now he could only pray that Isabel was sitting up wide awake somewhere.
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Michael sprang up in his bed, his body covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily.
It had come again, stronger this time. It was so realistic, so true. And, it had felt so right. But, this time more of the feelings and wants in the dream had carried over into real life.
Michael whirled his head around to the alarm clock on his bedside. 12:30, only. Gasping for breath he tried to lie down and calm himself.
But, he could still feel her on him, he could still feel the ardent desire that had possessed him in the dream. Michael arched one eye open. Isabel was sitting on a chair across from his bed and he gasped in surprise.
"Come to me Michael," she said in a seductive voice, and then disappeared.
Michael ran his hands back over his hair in desperation, as if trying to run the image from his mind. Against his will, his body got out of bed and pulled on some clothes.
Almost in a trance, Michael left his apartment, locking the door behind him. He was pulled by something unexplainable. He shook his head, but the pull just kept getting stronger. He couldn't do this, he couldn't go to her.
Isabel's kiss was still on his lips, and her touch was felt all over his body. Michael felt a gut-wrenching desire overtake him an he nearly ran to the elevator.
As he went down, all he could think about was how much he didn't want this, how wrong this really was. But, then another wave of desire overtook him and all he could think about was getting to Isabel and completing what they had done in the dream.
As he walked out into the hot, humid night, he started out at an urgent place, eager to get to his destination. He had to go there, he couldn't help but do it.
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"Get lost Michael," were the first words out of Maria's mouth as she opened her blinds to the knock on the window, only to reveal him. "Just go away."
Michael didn't say a word through the window, just stood there looking intently at her. Maria shook her head and pulled the blinds shut.
When she opened them again, he was still standing there, staring right into her. Maria gave a deep sigh and slid open the window.
"You have 30 seconds to explain why you are here," she snapped as he scrambled in. "My mom is gone for the week, but I still don't want you here. Say whatever you came to say and get out."
Michael didn't say anything, his grabbed her in his arms and kissed her deeply, trying to erase all thoughts of Isabel from his mind.
Maria didn't respond, but she didn't push him away either. When he finally pulled back, she had a startled expression on her face. She quickly recovered, "Listen Michael, don't do that. Just don't. I've been over and over this in my mind, this won't work."
"It can..."He said, reaching for her.
Maria shook her head and stepped out of his reach. "No Michael, I just don't think I can handle any more of you, I don't think I'm willing to take the risks that come with caring about you."
"Maria, I want you. God, I need you," Michael said desperately, with such a blatant need in his voice.
"I am not some sex toy!" Maria exclaimed angrily. "You can't just play around with me. I'm not someone you can just go to when you're getting horny!"
"For God's sake!" Michael exclaimed immediately, not taking heed to what he was saying. "I don't think you're some bimbo or anything, that's not why I'm here. I love you Maria!"
"What did you say," she said slowly, turning to face him. "What did you just say?"
Michael was taken aback, but repeated himself quietly, "God Maria, I love you. I don't care what my destiny is, or what I dream about, you're what matters most."
Tears welled up in Maria's eyes, "Do you really mean that?"
Michael sighed, taking a step closer to her. "Don't think I would joke about this Maria. I didn't mean to say it, but that doesn't mean it's not true."
He continued, "I didn't come here because I thought you would be an easy lay, or anything else like that. I came here because I needed someone, and there was nobody else I wanted but you. I want you so bad it hurts Maria, but if you tell me to get lost, I'll go. It's your choice."
Maria's expression was unreadable. Michael couldn't tell what she was thinking; not that he was an expert on women anyway. She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.
She stared absently out the window into the night. Finally, she turned back to him. "It's a big bed," she said quietly. "I think there's room enough for two."
He was over to her in a single stride. He was kissing her a split-second later, and she was returning the kiss with all she felt for him.
His hands slowly slid down her shoulders and down her sides. He felt her gasp against his mouth as one of his hands began to massage her breasts gently.
Maria leaned her head back, as his mouth kissed her neck greedily. She held him to her with both hands, not wanting to let go. Michael pulled back slightly, and she used the opportunity to unbutton the shirt he was wearing and to slide it off his broad shoulders.
It took only moments to rid him of all his clothes except his boxers. As she admired him, he leaned forward to kiss her and slowly slid her t-shirt over her head and her pajama bottoms down her legs.
They were both naked within minutes, and Michael carried her over to the bed, kissing her mouth passionately.
He had come here to try and whisk the images of Isabel from his mind, but had found so much more.
It wasn't Isabel who was allowing him to touch her in ways she had never been touched before.
It wasn't Isabel gasping his name against his lips as he tried to give her intense pleasure.
It wasn't Isabel whom he was inside, feeling the most intense feelings of contentment, pleasure, love, belonging and utter joy all at once.
It wasn't Isabel's name he cried out when he finally came, or her voice screaming his name as she reached her climax.
It wasn't Isabel snuggled against his side with his arm wrapped around her, and she wasn't the one he saw even when he had closed his eyes.
It wasn't Isabel he was in love with.
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