Always Will Be - MM+CC - Mature/Adult - Ch 11 - 21Nov2008

[spacebois pixie]

this fic rocks want more please

[Island Breeze]

This is great! I'm still laughing about Kyle and Michael being the voice of reason. And I love that Michael and Maria seem to have been so galvanized by Isabel and Alex.

And they didn't forget the Tabasco!

Packing the remnants of the food, and several empty containers and Tabasco bottles, the group lazed around sunbathing, too full to feel like moving.

Some while later, Maria remembered the Frisbee she had brought with her. Poking a sleeping Michael in the side to wake him up, she persuaded the others to join her in a game. Having never played Frisbee before, Tess was at a definite disadvantage, but she made sure to tackle Kyle often enough that he rarely caught the flying disc either.

LOL about the tackling Kyle part!

And the last part of that chapter was just such a nice awww moment:

Finally, late that afternoon, they piled everything into the cars and headed back towards Roswell. After only around 10 minutes of the journey, Michael felt a soft weight on his shoulder and looked down to see Maria’s sleeping head resting there. He settled back into his seat, his heart full of an emotion he knew only too well.

[ET05]

Thanks for the feedback guys. Can't believe how lax I've been about posting chapters of this here I guess I've been kind of out of the fanfic-writing mode for so long that I forgot I was back-posting it places still...

I wrote a NEW chapter last week though, so it kind of jump started my memory...

Anyway... here we go with chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Too Much

Kyle swung open the door at 11.25am the next morning to find a chirpy Maria standing on his doorstep with a large box of microwaveable popcorn in her arms.

“You’re early. I’m sure we decided noon. I’m absolutely certain that we didn’t say …”

“Yes, I’m early. Yes, we *did* decide noon, but I was ready early and got bored sitting at home alone waiting for noon.” And I couldn’t wait to see Michael again a little voice added inside her head. As they had arrived back at her apartment to drop her off the previous evening she had awoken to find herself snuggled against Michael’s side, his arm loosely around her back and his chin resting gently on top of her head as he talked quietly with Kyle and Tess.

“Yeah, we should. Although it would have been better if I could have found my goggles. Have you seen them around the house anywhere?”

“Nope. Why are you really that bothered anyway, you don’t use them that often even when you have them with you.”

“Yeah, but it’s annoying. You don’t realise you’ll miss having something until you don’t.”

“I know. And you don’t *really* understand just how much you missed it until you find it again.” Maria felt Michael’s arm involuntarily tighten around her momentarily.

“Are you sure we’re talking about someTHING here?” Tess hinted not so subtly, glancing round to look pointedly at Maria snuggling into Michael’s shoulder. Michael smiled wryly.

“I think you know what I’m talking about. I know I didn’t ever show it, but I did miss her. And I’m glad she’s back in my life, even if you all had to practically force her there.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and ducking his head as he murmured softly, “She makes me feel young and happy again.” Maria carefully stayed still and kept her breathing slow and steady, but inside her heart was jumping around in her chest. She was glad Michael felt that way, because she felt exactly the same way about him. He made her feel so good that she was desperately hoping things would work out between them, because she didn’t think she’d survive if she lost him again.

As the car drew to a stop outside her apartment, she felt Michael shake her gently.

“Maria honey, you need to wake up. We’re back.”

Maria stirred, and tried to act as if she was just being woken.

“Wha…?” She murmured as she opened her eyes and reluctantly lifted her head from its comfy spot on his shoulder.

“We’re back at your apartment. Come on I’ll walk you to your door.” Michael helped Maria climb a little groggily out of the car, and took her arm as they strolled down the short path to her front door.

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Maria sighed, yawning as she stepped onto the porch and leant on the door handle for support.

“Yeah, I think Kyle said something about noon.” Maria nodded, hesitantly turning to unlock her door. Michael shifted a little nervously. “How about I take you out, just the two of us, say..ummm,” Michael paused as he thought over his work schedule for the next week. “Monday?”

“Hmm.” Maria pretended to think it over as the little voices in her head were yelling *YES* “And what might said taking me out involve?” She asked coyly.

“It’s a surprise. But keep your evening free from about 4, I have an idea that I hope you’ll love.” Maria looked at him quizzically.

“Should I trust you? Your ideas in the past always seemed to involve abducting me…” she inquired tongue-in-cheek.

Michael chuckled, a rare sight, and one that made Maria’s heart smile. “You’ll just have to wait and see. Tomorrow. Noon.” He backed away and got back into Kyle’s car, leaving Maria to let herself into her house, where she fell against the door, her hands clutching her bag to her chest, and sighed.

“So you got bored and we have to suffer for it?” Kyle joked, snapping Maria out of her thoughts. She looked at him and punched his arm playfully.

“Why did I have to get stuck with *you* as a step-brother”

“You love me really.” Kyle stepped back and motioned Maria through the door. “Well, seeing as you’re here I guess you can come in. Michael’s just run out to the store. Somehow, we’re out of snacks. Not sure how that happened. We bought some only a few days ago.” Maria shot him an amused look, although her heart sank to know that Michael wasn’t there.

“With two pigs like you and Michael living here, I can quite easily picture how it happened.”

“Hey! We’re growing boys…we need our food.”

“Yeah right…keep it up and you’ll soon be growing alright…growing fat!”

Maria and Kyle continued to tease each other like the siblings they were as they made their way to the kitchen, where Maria proceeded to dump her box of popcorn on a counter.

“Kyle…” Maria started slyly, “You wouldn’t happen to have any clue about this surprise idea Michael has for us tomorrow night would you?”

“Not even an inkling.” Kyle answered too quickly. Maria raised her eyebrows in disbelief and glared at Kyle. “Ok, maybe he’s mentioned something to me vaguely, but he’ll kill me if I tell. He wants to surprise you, and yes,” he continued when Maria opened her mouth to speak. “it’s a good surprise, so just let him do this, ok?” Maria sighed, but he could see that she wouldn’t harass him about it any more.

Maria led the way as they headed towards the den, where several battered cushions had been spread out across the floor in preparation for six people trying to watch movies there.

“So, what’re we watching then? You said you’d gotten a few new ones on DVD.”

“Mostly comedies, including one sappy girly romantic movie that Tess made me get. There’s a couple of horror-type ones as well. We should have time for about 4, so I guess we’ll take a vote or something when the rest get here. Although I’m guessing that you girls will…”

Maria’s heart sped up when she heard the front door open and close, and Michael’s voice carrying through as he went into the kitchen. “Ok, I think I got enough that we shouldn’t run out. Actually, we’d better not run out, cos no way am I going back to that shop again today. I really don’t know why, but that cashier just doesn’t…” he trailed off as he came through the door into the living room and spotted Maria. “Hey.” He glanced down at his watch. “You’re early.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve already gone through this with Kyle, why is it such a big thing for you guys? I got bored, so here I am. Nothing to go crazy about.” Maria’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Ummm…” Michael tried to formulate a response that wouldn’t get him a slap upside the head. “We’re excited to see you?” Maria just looked at him. “Ok, so what am I supposed to say? We weren’t expecting anyone till after twelve, except maybe Max and Liz, cos they always like to turn up early everywhere.” Michael locked his gaze with Maria’s and sent her a smile that said ‘I’m glad you’re here though.’

Silence descended on the room for several moments, as the three looked at each other, unsure of quite what to do now. Finally, Kyle spoke up.

“So, I was telling Maria about the movies I got for us all to watch.” Michael groaned.

“Please don’t tell me you told her about that mushy chick flick crap Tess got.” Kyle looked at the floor.

“Oh God we’re doomed.” Maria looked indignant.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Now come on, you know how much me and Kyle hate those soppy things.”

“Yes, but that’s not the question I asked.”

“Maria…”

Kyle sat down quietly, recognising that to get in the middle of this would just be stupid.

By the time everyone else arrived (Max and Liz at 5 to 12, and Tess at exactly 12), the pair had stopped arguing and were content to sit at opposite sides of the room and make stupid faces at each other.

Kyle and Tess disappeared into the kitchen, and took an inordinate amount of time to prepare the large bowls filled with popcorn, chips and plenty of chocolate sweeties – Michael had known the girls wouldn’t be happy without at least *some* chocolate. When they re-emerged, Tess’s hair a little less neat and tidy than it had been before, they walked into a full-on brawl over which movie should be first on the list.

Much to Michael’s disappointment, the girls somehow managed to convince Kyle and Max that watching the girlie movie first was a good idea. By the time it started, Maria had been transferred across the floor to sit on one of the mounds of cushions not far from Michael’s feet (due to the inability of the other couples to sit apart). Neither of them noticed as, during the movie, she slid to sit practically touching Michael’s legs. As the end credits started to roll, with all three girls sniffing quietly, and Michael, Max and Kyle trying to pretend they hadn’t been watching it – and enjoying it – Michael looked down to see Maria mere inches from him. Noting that she didn’t appear to have noticed, he didn’t say anything to her. That might make her move, and, with the feelings her closeness were inciting in him, that was the last thing he wanted to happen.

In an attempt to reclaim the masculinity they insisted they had lost by watching a chick flick, the guys succeeded in making the next movie to be watched an action filled horror. At a particularly scary moment, Michael felt a hand grab his leg. Glancing down he realised that Maria’s eyes were still fixed on the screen, and decided she probably wasn’t even conscious of the contact.

He was wrong. Maria had felt a jolt of awareness the moment that her fingers touched Michael’s leg. She hadn’t intended to reach out for him, but even now it was a natural reaction to fear. She knew that Michael would protect her, and just a tiny amount of contact gave her strength. Ok, watching a scary film wasn’t exactly life threatening, but it showed her just how much Michael could make her feel confident and strong just by being there for her. No one else had ever been able to do that for her, and she was realising that no one else ever would. Ever so slowly, she shifted closer to Michael’s chair.

By the end of the final movie of the afternoon (they had followed the horror flick with a couple of comedies), Maria and Michael had moved closer still. She was sitting with her back against the easy chair Michael sat in, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder, occasionally fiddling with a stray strand of hair, and her head leaning against his leg. When the couples around them started to make movements to get up and clear away the mess of dropped snacks and empty soda cans, Michael and Maria stayed seated for a few moments, savouring their closeness, before getting up to join the clean-up operation.

Max and Liz left not long after they finished clearing, leaving Maria and Tess to help the boys put their living room back to normal – i.e. picking up the cushions and restoring them to their usual spot in the hall cupboard. Of course, with Kyle and Michael around it wasn’t long before Tess was bopped on the head with a particularly battered specimen, and Maria felt another hit her back as it was thrown boldly by a smirking Kyle.

Several minutes later, the four started to gather up the small pieces of fluff that had escaped from various shabby cushions as they were thrown around the room. After actually putting the cushions away, Maria gathered her things and got ready to leave. Michael walked her to the door, his hand gently on the small of her back. When they got to the door Maria turned back to face him.

“So, when can I expect you on my doorstep tomorrow?”

“I’ll be by to pick you up at about 4.30. Wear something comfortable that you don’t mind getting a bit messy.”

Maria’s curiosity was only growing stronger, and it was evident on her face. “And no, I’m not telling you what I’m planning. It’s a surprise…a surprise doesn’t work if you know what it is.” Maria pouted and looked up at Michael with puppy-dog eyes. He chuckled, surprising her by giving her a quick peck on the cheek and opening the door for her. “It’s not gonna work, so why don’t you get home and get a good night’s sleep, let me get to work and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Maria nodded dazedly as she backed through the door. Until tomorrow…

* * * * *

Maria wasn’t sure what to expect when Michael picked her up the following afternoon wearing sweats, a T-shirt and a mischievous look. Whatever she had thought of, it wasn’t paintballing.

It wasn’t something she’d ever done before, and she couldn’t have imagined how much fun it would be. Especially when Michael let his guard down and was happy to run around like an idiot. Every time she managed to actually hit him with a paint ball he threw himself to the ground and acted like he was dying…only to smash a ball right back at her when she, once again, fell for it and came over to make sure he was ok. After a while she became convinced that her aim wasn’t as bad as she thought - that he was using his alien mojo to avoid being hit, and to help his paint balls hit her. On several occasions she decided that throwing them just wasn’t getting him painty enough, and jumped on him to squash paintballs against his back and chest. Unfortunately, he too the opportunities to do the same to her.

Before he returned her to her house, he helped her attempt to clean some of the paint off her with his powers, although Maria was sure there wasn’t THAT much paint on her butt. Even still, she was going home a strange colour.

When they reached her apartment, like before, he got out and walked her back to her door. When they reached it, she turned and looked at him questioningly. Slowly, and very gently, Michael leant down and pressed a soft, relatively chaste kiss to her lips. When she would have deepened it, he pulled back, and she could see the strain and effort it took for him to do so.

“Not so fast querida, we agreed remember?”

“Why? It’s a stupid agreement. We should never have made it,” Maria mumbled, reaching for Michael’s neck. Michael allowed himself to be pulled back into a kiss. With some considerable effort, he managed to straighten several minutes later.

“I have to go. I don’t think my control will last much longer, and I really don’t want to do something we might regret in the morning.”

Maria pouted but let him go. There was always the next time…


To be continued…

[ET05]

Ok, so I have been very VERY lax in posting this here... I have completed up to chapter 14 and will post those in the next weeks (if I remember). Chapters 15 (on onwards) WILL eventually be written but I'm busy writing an epic in the Torchwood fandom atm so it will be a while.

Chapter 11 – Come Back

Michael stepped out of the shower, shaking droplets of water off his eyelashes as he grabbed the cleanest looking towel from the rail. Rubbing it across his face, he eyed what he could see of his reflection in the steamy mirror above the basin.

“Michael Guerin, you are certifiably insane. You agreed to a DeLuca surprise. You are in for it now.” Shaking his head at the pointlessness of talking to himself, he started to drag the towel across his chest, continuing his monologue despite himself.

“When she says ‘It’s a surprise’, that’s your cue to say ‘no’ you fool.”

After his paintballing surprise three days before, Maria had taken it upon herself to plan their next date. And, of course, what she was dreaming up for them was similarly a secret. This was a worrying prospect for Michael, especially since he hadn’t even seen her since that night. He knew from experience that Maria’s brain could be a terrifying place.

“Remember what happened *last* time you were this stupid?” Michael raised an eyebrow at his reflection as he continued to dry the small rivulets of cooling water running down his body.

He remembered all too well. It had been during that last summer together, after the victory at the battle that would ultimately free their lives. For the first time in, well, ever, they had all been able to spend some quality time together without any alien crap getting in the way. He and Maria had already started thinking and planning to make those steps which could make Maria’s singing dream come true. They knew that this was not only their first, but likely their last long, carefree summer together, at least for several years. They were going to make the most of it.

So when Maria bounded into his apartment one morning, a sparkle in her eyes and an excited announcement on her lips, who was he to say ‘no’ and dampen that spirit. Even if her announcement involved a ‘surprise outing’.

Michael sighed. “That damn look”, he grumbled. “Gets me every time.” That particular day the ‘look’ got him to a funfair that had set up in a nearby town. Going to a fair was one thing, riding the various rides was another matter entirely. Tirelessly, Maria had dragged him from ride to ride, insisting on taking a turn on most of them. The waltzers and the myriad of other ‘grown up’ rides were actually not too bad, but when had Maria gripped his hand and started in the direction of the carousel, Michael had dug in his heels. No way was he going on a ‘kiddie’ ride.

Some time later, Michael and Maria had walked through the ‘Exit’ gate of the Carousel. Maria with a huge childlike grin, Michael desperately struggling to appear downhearted. He had never figured out quite how she had persuaded him, but one minute he was refusing flatly and the next he found himself on the back of a brightly coloured horse. Maria had a way of persuading him to do the craziest things. Not even under pain of death would he admit the possibility that he had actually enjoyed himself.

Michael shook his head in self-disbelief as he slung the damp towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom.
“And yet I’ve set myself up once again. She tells me to pick her up for a surprise date, and I agree. She could be planning something horrible, and somehow, I don’t even care.” He sighed, recognising his feelings for what they were. It wasn’t exactly a new revelation.

“It’s Maria, it’s always been Maria.”

* * * * * *

Thirty-five minutes later, dressed in his favourite jeans, a short sleeved shirt and with his hair combed, Michael rang Maria’s doorbell nervously. In a completely uncharacteristic move, he had changed several times before finally walking out the door to the car he had once again borrowed from his roommate, who was spending the night at Tess’s. He wanted tonight to go well, whatever Maria had planned.

He wiped his slightly damp palms across his thighs as he waited for her to answer the door. When it finally opened, what he saw standing behind it took his breath away.

Maria had curled her hair and piled it loosely on top of her head, blonde tendrils falling seductively around her face. Michael’s fingers were already itching to wrap themselves in her hair and release the rest of it, and he’d only just gotten there. She was wearing a light summery dress, with a flared skirt ending just above her knees. It wasn’t something Michael had seen before, and he thought she looked stunning in it…or he would have had he been able to form a coherent thought at that moment.

“Michael?”

Maria’s voice finally broke through his stunned stupefaction, and he realised he had been staring at her silently for several seconds. Forcing a breath of air into his oxygen-starved lungs, he met her eyes.

“Sorry. You just, you look, you…you know.” Michael stumbled, searching vainly for words. A small pleased smile graced Maria’s lips as her gaze raked over him. Her eyes lit up appreciatively.

“So do you.” She answered coquettishly.

Michael could feel his heart pounding in response to the glimmer of naked lust he detected in her eyes, but he made himself attempt to ignore it. Maria had insisted on planning something special for tonight. She would eventually be pissed at him if he did anything to screw it up, no matter how much she might enjoy the process.

At that moment, he noticed a large box sitting next to her sandal-clad feet. His face scrunched up in confusion.

“Umm…what’s with the box?”

Maria grinned and lifted her chin. “We, Spaceboy, are going on a picnic.”

“A picnic?”

“Yes.” Maria slowed her speech as if talking to a small child. “A picnic. Where you eat outside? On a blanket?” Michael shot her a look and she returned to normal speech. “Now come and help me get this box in the car. It’s kinda heavy.”

Still looking a little shocked, Michael moved to pick up the box, groaning softly as he picked it up and realised ‘kinda heavy’ was an understatement.

“Hey, what’ve you got in this thing? Bricks?”

“Just picnic stuff. You’ll see.” Michael didn’t look convinced. Carting it out to the waiting vehicle, he pushed it onto the back seat and returned to lean, as nonchalantly as possible, against the doorframe. Moments later, Maria reappeared, her bag slung over her elbow.

“Ready?” he asked gruffly, to which her pert response was,

“Of course. But the real question is, are you?”

Michael stood back as she closed and locked her front door behind her, his mind racing with possibilities for Maria’s plans and motives. Some worrying, some exciting.

* * * * *

“Ok, stop right there, next to the big rock that looks like a chicken.” Michael glanced over at Maria, who was sitting in the passenger seat as she instructed him. Pulling up next to the aforementioned rock, he turned off the engine and got out of the car. He had opened the back door and was reaching for the picnic hamper when she rounded the car to join him. He pulled the hamper out, and turned to face her.

“Maria, we have been here before.” She nodded, grabbing the folded blanket that was sitting atop the hamper.

“Yes, I know.” This spot had been the scene of what felt like hundreds of packed lunches when they had been training for what they had named ‘The Big Battle’. Protected on two sides from the wind, the sun and prying eyes by a large rock formation, it had been somewhere safe. Somewhere they felt secure enough to let their guard down a little long enough to grab a meal when they spent the whole day out in the desert.

“So why didn’t you just tell me to come here, instead of giving me that convoluted set of directions? I could have had us here in half the time!” Michael grumbled, slightly annoyed and more than a little confused by her actions.

Maria paused in her walk around the rocks and looked back at him over her shoulder. She pinned him with a smouldering look and let a saucy smile creep across her mouth.

“A girl’s gotta keep a little mystery you know.” Michael blinked. He vaguely remembered that he was supposed to be annoyed with her for something, but when she looked at him like that, he had no idea what for. Actually, he more or less had no idea about anything, as every rational thought was leaving his mind.

Noting his dazed expression, Maria carried on her path round the rock formation, a satisfied smile curving her lips. Michael followed mutely.

She was spreading the blanket out across the sand when he approached with the heavy hamper. Setting it down on an edge of the blanket he sank to the ground beside it and looked at Maria questioningly.

“So, um, what’ve we got?” Maria dropped onto the blanket beside him and opened the lid of the hamper.

“Just you wait and see,” she grinned. Michael sat back and watched as she produced several Tupperware boxes, and a few paper plates. As more and more dishes covered the blanket, he looked in astonishment at the hamper.

“No wonder it was so heavy. You sure you packed enough food there?”

“My mom helped. Seems she remembered that you always ate like a horse.” Michael’s mouth watered as she took a final covered dish from the basket.

“Is that …?”

“My mom’s chocolate upside-down cake? Yeah. She remembered how much you always liked it, even added extra pistachio nuts for you.” Maria smiled at Michael over the hamper, closing the lid. They sat motionless for a few moments, simply looking at each other. Michael slowly dragged his gaze away and grabbed a plate.

Maria watched Michael covertly as they ate. His face was relaxed, his manner more open than it had ever been five years ago. He seemed generally happier than she had ever seen him. He looked up from the chicken leg he was dousing liberally with Tabasco and caught her staring.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously, what?” Maria took a deep breath.

“I just, well, you look happy. Happy in a way I’ve never really seen you before. I like it.” Michael grinned.

“You look pretty happy yourself.”

“Must be the company.” Maria replied, tongue-in-cheek.

“Must be.” Michael responded, shooting her a heated glance. Maria held his gaze as Michael tucked into the chicken drumstick. A drop of Tabasco dribbled onto his chin and she had to resist the urge to lean over and lick it off for him. Although she could feel her whole body slowly heating up just from being next to him, she didn’t want to move too quickly tonight. She wanted to take this time to really get close with Michael, in a way she knew they never really had five years ago. He had let her in more than anyone else, but he had still reserved a part of himself that was much more open now.

* * * * *

Nearly two hours later, they started to clear empty dishes and tubs back into the hamper. As they ate, they had and reminisced about their past, and told stories about their lives since they had been apart. Clearing the last of the mess away, they lay back on the blanket to look at the sky, which had now darkened. The night was clear and cloudless, so they left the small borrowed camp lights in the hamper and lay in the soft light of the moon and stars.

Maria looked at the stars for a moment, then glanced back over at Michael. Noticing a spot of chocolate staining his cheek, she leaned over him to wipe it off carefully with the tip of her finger. Michael looked up at her questioningly.

“You have a bit of chocolate…” Maria told him, fading away as she became aware of their positions, with her lying half on top of him, their mouths barely inches from each other. Their eyes met, and slowly Maria leant down to softly brush Michael’s lips with her own. Her eyes closed gently as their mouths met again, a little more hungrily. Michael’s hands came up to caress her back through the flimsy fabric of her dress, and she could feel her skin burning beneath his touch.

Michael’s breathing quickened as he stroked her soft curves. He knew that if they didn’t stop soon, he wouldn’t be able to stop at all. With this in mind, he pulled away a little, taking a deep breath.

“Maria,” he groaned. “We...”

His words were cut off as she sighed his name, and brought her lips back to his, deepening the kiss. Rational thought fled as her tongue tangled with his. She explored his mouth, then retreated so he could follow. Michael could feel his body responding to her. One of her hands tangled in his hair, while the other slipped down to caress his chest. Michael withdrew from Maria’s mouth, and kissed his way up to nibble on her ear. Encourages by Maria’s breathy moans, he swept his tongue around her outer ear. The hand that had been caressing his chest and shoulders was joined by the one in his hair and Maria started unbuttoning his shirt so she could touch his bare skin. Michael moaned as she raked her nails through his chest hair, tweaking his nipples. Less than a minute later, he raised himself to shrug out of the shirt. Pulling her to lie fully on top of him, his hips cradling hers, he started working on the row of buttons down the front of her dress, returning his mouth to hers. The dress was quickly disposed of, and Maria’s bra didn’t last much longer. Maria cried out in pleasure as Michael rolled a tight nipple between his fingers, and ground her hips against the arousal straining against the front of his jeans. She reached for the button on his fly, but his hand stopped her.

“Maria, “ Michael breathed. Maria ignored him and nuzzled into his neck. “Maria, stop.” Maria looked up at hime, confused.

“What?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Michael groaned. “We were gonna take it slow remember?” Maria sighed, frustrated, and took Michael’s head in her hands so she could look him in the eye.

“Michael, we were apart for five years, how much slower do you want to take it?” Michael tilted his head as he considered this. “And besides, it’s our third date. Stop over-thinking this and kiss me.” Michael took a deep breath and threw caution to the wind, flipping them over so Maria was under him.

Catching her lips in an ardent, passionate kiss, he brought his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. Thumbing her pebbled nipples elicited a moan of delight from Maria.

Her hands roamed over his bare back and shoulders, travelling down to slip under the waistband of his jeans and stroke his tight ass. Halting her progress round his hips by catching her wrists, he abandoned her mouth and began a journey down her neck. Burying his face in her cleavage, he kissed around each breast before finally taking an aching nipple into his mouth. As he licked and nibbled the tight bud, Maria moaned incoherently.

“Michael… just …please…”

Michael’s hand snaked down to peel off her panties, testing the wetness he found beneath them. Maria cried out and grabbed Michael’s hair.

“Michael, NOW.”

Maria undid his fly, freeing his hard dick, as Michael fumbled in his pocket for his wallet. Together, they pulled his jeans off and threw them onto the pile of discarded clothes. His hands shaking, Michael pulled on the protection from his wallet and knelt between Maria’s thighs. Maria’s hands closed around his cock, guiding him into her as he sealed his mouth to hers. When he was fully sheathed in her, he paused for a moment to savour the exquisite pleasure of being one with Maria again after so long. He stroked his hand down Maria’s cheek, pulling back to say apologetically,

“It’s been so damn long. I don’t think I can last…”

“Michael,” Maria gasped, “really not a problem.” Maria trust her hips, and drew his mouth back to her own. Michael started to move, their bodies joining in an ever increasing rhythm. Very soon their combined cries of ecstasy rang out into the desert.

* * * * *

Maria shivered as she lay in Michael’s arms, basking in the afterglow.

“Cold?” Michael asked, nuzzling the seam between her neck and her shoulder.

“A little, and I have sand in places I didn’t even know there were places.”

“Shower then?” Michael swept his hand over her body, and she could feel his cock already hardening again against her thigh.

“Yeah, shower.” she answered, leaning round to kiss him again, her skin once more heating.

Some time later, they gathered up their clothes, and headed back to the car.


TBC...

[nibbles2]

great part. really loved the wet naked Michael imagery at the start, and the end was pretty great too.