Maria awoke the next morning, early. She had a splitting headache, and the light shining in from the window made her want to scream.
It took her pounding a head a moment to realize the fact that huge amounts of sunshine didn't pour in her window.
She sat up quickly, making her wince in pain. She glanced around frantically, trying to pinpoint where she was. Then she saw it, the big lump on the other side of the bed. The big lump that was Michael Guerin.
She glanced under the covers and realized that she wasn't wearing anything except her bra, underwear, and a t-shirt of Michael's. And the funny thing was, she didn't remember much about what exactly happened last night. She remember going to the Crashdown, but that was about it.
She prayed to any gods that might be listening that she hadn't slept with Michael while she was drunk off her ass.
The lump on the opposite side of the bed began to stir slowly. Michael flipped over and came face to face with her.
"Morning," he said, yawning.
"Morning," she echoed softly, noticing that he wasn't wearing anything but boxers.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked, sliding out of the bed.
"Soundlessly," Maria responded, not sure how long she actually slept, but knowing when she did it was a deep sleep.
"Good," Michael said, satisfied, "You needed it."
"Michael," Maria began embarrassedly, running fingers through her disheveled hair, "Um, how did I get here? I don't remember anything."
"Nothing?" Michael asked as he pulled on a shirt that had been laying on the floor. "You mean, you don't remember any of that? Well, I suppose if you were that drunk."
Before she could inquire as to what that was, Michael walked out of the room to head for the kitchen. "Michael," she began again as she followed him. "We didn't.......we didn't.......you know......have s....you know what I mean."
"No," Michael said, concealing a smile behind his hand, "What exactly do you mean?"
"Sleep together." Maria blurted out.
"We woke up in the same bed," was Michael's only answer, "Suggesting of course we slept in it side by side."
"I meant had sex," Maria said rather boldly, her face turning bright red.
Michael didn't see any point in torturing her any longer, "No Maria, we didn't. Liz dropped you in my arms last night and told me you were my problem now. I just got you into something to sleep in and lay you on my bed. Nothing happened."
"Thank God," Maria said, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"You don't need to sound so relieved," Michael said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not that disgusting. In fact, it was just last night I found out you're in love with me."
Maria shook her head, "Michael, whatever I said last night, forget it. It didn't meant anything. Don't bother spouting the crap about loving me too much to be together. I'm not trying to get back together with you, I know you don't want that."
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'll shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
"Maria," Michael said leaning closer to her over the counter. "All that stuff I said, forget it."
"You mean you don't love me?" Maria asked, confused.
Michael shook his head, "Not that. I just mean the stuff taht suggested we shouldn't be together. I can't stay away from you, and I sure don't even want to try. What's the point of torturing ourselves?"
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I'll shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
"Michael," Maria said seriously, "Do you really mean that?"
He nodded, "Don't doubt it."
Maria took a deep breath, "You know how we didn't actually do it last night when I was...ahem, drunk? Well, why don't we rectify that right now?"
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
"What are you talking about?" Michael demanded, sure he hadn't heard her right. He was embarrassed when his voice broke.
"You know, have sex, sleep together, make love, get it on, do the nasty." Maria said, trying not to blush, "Get my meaning?"
"Oh yeah," Michael said emphatically. He nearly leapt over the kitchen counter as he began to kiss her.
Maria returned the kiss with all she was worth. Right now, all she wanted was Michael. She wanted to be with him now in case he changed his mind again and told her he didn't want her anymore.
Even though they were frantically making their way to his bedroom, it didn't feel rushed. Even as Michael stumbled in unbuttoning the shirt she wore, Maria felt like they were frozen it time.
It took no time at all before she was standing there in only her bra and panties, and soon even her bra was disposed of. She felt self-conscious, but there was little time for thought as Michael caressed her breasts.
Even though it was the first time between them, there was no awkwardness or weirdness. They were comfortable with each other. Maria realized exactly how far her trust in Michael went.
By the time she shoved his boxers down his legs, he was already rock hard and ready to go, and she hadn't done anything. She nearly laughed, but didn't think that would be appropriate at this moment.
As she kissed him, she slid her hand over the length of him, feeling him grow even harder in her hand. She was no sex expert, but she had gone through those embarrassing classes in school, and had read the odd romance novel.
Michael groaned in pleasure at her touch, and tried to restrain himself. He pushed her away slightly because he couldn't take it anymore, and didn't want to embarrass himself. Not with her.
Michael picked her up and laid her down on his bed, kissing her all the while. Slowly, he slid the remainder of her clothing down her legs and off.
Maria nearly jumped off the bed as he ran his fingers up her leg and touched the center of her where nobody had ever touched before. As he slid a single finger inside her, she pressed up against him, confused at her own feelings but wanting more.
When he pulled his hand away, she wanted to cry it had felt so good. Michael clumsily slid open a drawer on the dresser by his bedside and pulled out a foil packet.
"Still want to do this?" He asked breathlessly as he tore open the packet.
"Oh yeah," Maria said with a smile. She took the condom from him and slid it over him, till it covered him completely.
Michael slid inside her fast and deep. When he was fully inside her, she nearly cried out. She didn't know something could feel this good and yet hurt at the same time. But, all thoughts of pain were forgotten as he began to move inside her.
Michael found his release shortly after Maria came, and he lay collapsed on her, breathing heavily.
"You're crushing me," he heard a muffled voice say from beneath him.
"Sorry," Michael said, rolling off Maria.
"Wow," Maria said, resting her head on his chest. That was all she said. She didn't want to sound stupid, but what she really wanted to say was that it was the best moment of her life.
"I second that," he didn't say more, but Maria heard the smile in his voice.
"No regrets?" she said, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him as as she ran her hands over his broad chest.
"None," Michael said yawning. "But next time, let's get to this stage without you getting drunk first. I like you in my arms, but not passed out in them."
"Don't give me a reason to drown my sorrows then," Maria said with a smile. She hoped after going this far Michael wouldn't feel the need to throw away their relationship so quickly. No that she would leave him anyway, but it would be just a waste of time neither needed.
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