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Title: On Hands and Knees
Author:Kathryn C
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Me no Own
Distribution: my page http://www.geocities.com/myroswellpage
.. As well, ask an you shall recieve (I just want to
know where it's going.
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Note: Based on Court's challenge (criteria below)
1. Make Michael get on his hands and knees and beg
Maria for her forgiveness.
2. I want to see him crawl.
3. I want him to take back every careless frustrated
heat of the moment comment he made in M2TM.
4. I want it to be NC-17
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Michael sat on the roof of his apartment building. He started coming here recently, to stare at the stars and wonder which one gave life to him.
Lately, he had begun to see constellations he had never seen before. A bottle of oil, a freaky headband, a pixie, a pair of lips. Once, he even was able to see the word 'Crashdown' printed in the stars.
He had it bad.
Desperately, he tried to remember why exactly he had told her to get lost. It took him awhile, but it finally came to him. Isabel, the chance of her pregnancy, the dreams, and who could forget his goddamned destiny.
Sighing, he walked back towards the door back into the building. He had to do something to take his mind off of her.
Not that it would be possible.
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His hands were shoved in his pockets as he roamed the streets of downtown Roswell. This wasn't the greatest of neighbourhoods, but Michael didn't care. It was perfect for a miserable, ignorant man.
Michael passed an all-night liquor store when he got an idea. He quickly turned around and went in the place. It was a dingy little place. The guy behind the counter had a big belly, and a beard. Michael pulled out his money. Without the twenty dollar bill, he had about enough for a small bottle.
He walked over to the aisle and picked up the first bottle he saw. Whiskey. He had just enough money for it. Michael walked over to the counter and placed the bottle by the till.
"How old are 'ya?" the man asked suspiciously.
"Old enough," Michael said gruffly, sticking the twenty in the man's pocket. Satisfied, he ran up the bill and Michael handed him his remaining change.
Back on the street he held up the bottle. It was small, smaller than the palm of his hand. There was barely anything there. Michael sighed, and raised a toast to the night sky. Here was to drowning his sorrows.
He took one swig of the alcohol, and promptly tripped over his own two feet.
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Michael staggered through the streets of Roswell, not really knowing where he was going or what he was doing. He wore a silly grin on his face, something that completely uncharacteristic for him. Fortunately, at this time of night, there weren't many people walking around. Only one homeless man was there to give him a weird look as he changed the color of a car parked on the street with the wave of his hand.
He wandered aimlessly, with no real purpose, but ended up in front of her house anyway. Unsteadily, he made his way to the front door. He stuck his finger on the doorbell, and held it down repeatedly. Michael could hear it sounding from inside the house.
Maria opened the door, a sleepy scowl on her face. When she saw Michael, she started to slam the door, but he made it impossible by collapsing inside.
"What are you doing here Michael?" she demanded as he staggered to his feet.
"I came to see you," he said with a wide smile, "My Maria."
"You're drunk," Maria said with disdain, shoving him back a step, "And, I'm not 'your Maria'. In fact, I never was, but you can bet your ass I'm not now."
"I'm not drunk!" Michael exclaimed, waving his finger in front of him at Maria, and somehow managed to poke himself in the eye. "I can't be. I mean, I only drank this much!" he held up his thumb and forefinger in front of him and squeezed them together.
"Get out," Maria said, in a cheery voice, as she tried to shove him back. But, he wasn't moving.
She watched in a mixture of shock and horror as Michael fell to his knees in front of her. He burst into tears and hugged her around her legs, and refused to let go. "I screwed up big time Maria."
"Yes you did," she said firmly, trying to get him to release her, but he wasn't letting go. He buried his face in her stomach. Maria felt really awkward as he continued.
"I wuv you Mawia," he said in a baby voice that she would have laughed at if the situation had been different. "I wuv you so wery much."
"Oh," she said, trying to be angry, but it was hard when he was being so ridiculous. "Then why did you call what we have a 'stupid relationship'?"
"I don't know," Michael said in a puzzled voice, as if he couldn't figure it out. "Should I have said we have a smart relationship?"
Maria just shook her head as she finally freed herself from his grasp. He didn't get up though, just sat there on his knees, looking up at her expectantly.
Finally she had to break the silence. He just kept staring at her with wide eyes and saying nothing. "What do you want Michael?" she demanded, "Why did you come here? I mean, what about Isabel and the baby?"
"I don't care," Michael said in a pouting voice. "I don't even know whether or not I'm going to be a daddy, but it doesn't matter, I want to be happy with you."
"Michael, you acted like an ass, I can't just forgive you for it. Besides, you're drunk, there's absolutely no reason I should believe a word you say," Maria snapped.
Michael sighed, "Maybe this is the real me."
"The 'real you' is a blithering idiot who won't stop wearing that stupid idiotic grin no matter what? Sure Michael," Maria said sarcastically, "No Michael, let's refresh your memory. The real Michael is a cold, unfeeling, selfish, son of a bitch. That strike a cord?"
"I'm not a son of a bitch," Michael said in a proud voice, "I'm a son of an alien."
"Just shut up!" Maria exclaimed in a frustrated voice. "How am I supposed to deal with you like this?"
"I have some ideas," he said, grinning widely and scrambling on his knees towards her. Maria put a hand on his forhead to stop him from coming nearer.
"You can't just walk in here and expect me to forgive you all the stupid things I've done. Honestly Michael, at times I really believe you don't deserve me. You can't expect me to forgive you just because you have a sudden change of heart!"
Michael sighed, and he swayed a little. "Okey dokey, how can I make you forgive me?"
"What?" Maria was caught off gaurd but his question. "I don't know......"
She cut herself off. She looked at Michael on the floor. "Beg me Spaceboy."
"Fine," he said, "Maria, I..."
She held up her hand, "Not yet." Maria ran to her bedroom to grab her camera and came back. "Now," she said, "Grovel like you never have before."
"I'm begging you to forgive me," he said in a pathetic voice, nearly falling even in his position low to the floor. "I don't deserve you Maria, queen of all things."
Maria nearly laughed as she snapped a picture of Michael on the floor. She decided she liked Michael drunk. "And?" she prodded, snapping another shot. Liz would find these hilarious.
"I'm a pig," he said solemnly, "I'm despicable. I deserve to crawl in a hole and die."
"Keep going," she said, smiling.
"I'm a dog, I'm horrible, I don't deserve to kiss the ground you walk on."
"You got that right," she muttered as she took another picture.
"So," he said, his voice all bright again. "Forgive me Maria? I begged, just like you said."
Maria hesitated. She honeslty didn't know what to do. She only wished she knew if half of his remorse would carry on when he got sober.
"I love you," he said in a clearer voice, and she couldn't help it. Her heart melted. What did she care if he was drunk?
She was about to open her mouth when a change seemed to come over Michael. All of a sudden, he stared down at looked at himself, on his knees, on the floor. Michael leapt to his feet.
"What's going on?" he demanded, whirling to Maria.
"You were apologizing to me," she said in a dry voice, wishing his drunken stupor has lasted longer. Now, he would be out of here so fast.
The events of the past hours flooded into Michael's mind. Lord, he had made an idiot out of himself. Never mind that he really did want her forgiveness, it never should have happened like this.
"I should go," he said awkwardly, not noticing the hurt expression that crossed Maria's face. She just nodded.
As he reached the front door, he heard her voice call to him. "Michael."
"Yeah?" he said, turning to her.
"I forgive you," she said simply, averting her eyes from his.
Michael couldn't believe his ears. Even after the whole Isabel thing, she forgave him. He shouldn't read too much into this. He shouldn't assume that just because she forgave him, they could pick up right where they left off.
He in her arms, kissing her, within a split second. Nothing else mattered right now but them. Isabel, the possibility of a baby, and everything else flew right out the window.
"Your mother?" Michael asked breathlessly as she dragged her lips along his jawbone.
"Out of town," she replied with a smile, with just as little breath. Michael thought he would never be able to breath again as she began to unbuttong her shirt.
"You sure?" he said, embarassing himself when his voice broke. Maria just laughed and nodded as she shrugged off her shirt, leaving her standing there in her bra. She slide her hands along his chest and slid off his shirt.
Michael dragged his lips down her neck, and lower as he unclasped her purple bra from the back. He let it fall to the floor as he massaged her breasts with his hands, and then his mouth. Maria clasped his head with her hands, and let her head fall back.
He dragged himself back to her mouth as he slid his hands into the sides of her shorts and slid them down her legs. She returned the favor, and they were soon standing there in nothing but their lower body underwear.
Michael was shocked when Maria took the initiative, sliding one hand down the front of his boxers and caressing him as she kissed him hungrily.
"Maria," he croaked, wishing desperately that he wouldn't come all over her hand. He had never experienced something like this before. This was like every wet dream he had ever had, times 100.
Never the less, he wanted to groan when she removed her hand and smiled at him shyly. She was almost embarassed at what she had done, without any inhibitions.
He didn't give her a chance to feel awkward. Michael picked her up and carried her over to the couch, kissing her gently. As he lay her down, he slid his thumbs into her panties and edged them gently down her legs.
Maria gave a sharp gasp of surprise as his fingers entered her slowly. She had never known something could feel this intense, but yet this good. As he stroked her repeatedly, pleasure coursed throughout her body.
Michael removed his hand and kissed her sweaty forhead as he reached for his jeans and removed the foil packet that was in the pocket. He ripped it open and slid the condom on himself. Maria, he could tell, was ready physically.
"What do you say?" he asked, kissing her gently, "Do we go all the way?"
Maria opened her eyes. Her only answer was a nod as she smiled and stroked his chest with her hands.
With one hard stroke he was inside her. There was a moment of pain, but it faded as quickly as it had come as Michael started to move inside her.
It was like a tension in her body, building until she could stand it no longer. With one cry of his name, she fell apart. As she drifted back to earth, she heard Michael reach his release.
They lay there in companionable silence, his arms wrapped around her. He had pulled the afghan from the couch over them, striving for some sort of decency.
"No regrets?" Michael finally asked, hesitantly.
She shook her head, "Not a one."
"Not just that," he said, "I mean, I hoped you didn't. But I mean, no regrets about forgiving me."
She shook her head again as she rolled to face him. "Michael," she said softly, kissing him on the lips, "If I hadn't before, after what we just did I could forgive you anything."
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