Roswell fic: Christmas Island (Mature, MM) complete 22/12

[tequathisy]

woo, that was hot. Just the thing to warm Maria up. Can't wait for more.

[nibbles2]

six

Any doubts Michael had about misreading Maria’s signals were put to rest as soon as he entered the living room.

All the lights in the room had been turned off apart from the lights on the tree and a couple of candle. On the sheepskin rug in front of the fire, Maria was lying on her side wearing the sexiest scrap of lingerie that Michael had ever seen. She had let her hair down from its ponytail so that it fell on her shoulders in soft curls and had applied a shimmery gloss to her lips.

Michael stared her, gobsmacked. She had done a number of sexy photoshoots over the years, all of which he had seen and secretly drooled over. But no photograph could possibly compare to the reality of a very scantily clad Maria in the flesh. Certainly no photograph had managed to capture the lusty, almost feral gleam in her eyes. She arched her eyebrow delicately and her lips curved in a smile, she obviously enjoying his reaction.

Finally, Michael managed to shake himself out of his stupor. He cleared his throat. He stripped off his clothes and lay down on the soft rug, facing her. He placed his hand gently on her thigh and very lightly ran his fingers up her body and slipped a finger under the strap of her bra. He slid the strap off her shoulder and then kissed the bared skin beneath. “Nice outfit.”

She glanced down at it and then back up at him. “You like it? I got it in Paris.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

Maria pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. “It’s very expensive.”

“I can tell.”

“Rip it off me,” Maria commanded huskily.

Michael grinned wolfishly and complied. The material was so flimsy that it came apart easily and he tossed it to the floor. Maria giggled in delight. She leaned back a little and bit her lip coyly as Michael ran his eye over her appreciatively.

He caught her hand and pulled her down to his level then tangled his fingers in her hair as she crushed her lips to his and invaded his mouth with her tongue. Her hand slid between their bodies and took his cock in her hand and began to rub and caress until he was groaning. Then she raised her hips up and lowered herself down onto him. Michael hissed and bucked into her hard. She pressed down on him, restricting his ability to move his hips. Her internal muscles squeezed his cock. As she rode him slowly, Maria let her hands roam over his body and linger on all his pleasure spots. She kissed and sucked on his neck and collarbone, even the way her hair fell on his skin and tickled him added to his pleasure.

He had lost complete control of the situation and was unable to think coherently. All he could was hope for was that Maria was enjoying herself because he was so closing to passing out from the pleasure it was beyond him to do anything about hers.

Maria pushed herself back into an upright position and allowed him to pick up his pace a little. Michael watched through heavily lidded eyes as she bounced gently up and down on his cock. She smiled at him and began to rub her hands over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, lifting her hair and letting it fall back, throwing her head back and exposing her neck. One hand drifted to where their bodies joined together and she began to rub her clit.

What little control Michael had then, was gone and he thrust up into her hard and fast. Within seconds he had come, his juices exploding from his cock and filling her. He roared her name. Maria rode him hard, rubbing herself furiously and within seconds her walls clamped down on him and she came too.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said when he was able to breath properly again. “Next time, I’ll take care of you.”

“You think there’s going to be a next time, after that?” Maria asked with a smirk.

In a sudden swift movement, Michael flipped them over so that she was on her back and he was on top of her. He grabbed her thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder. “Oh yeah.”

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at his tone. He grinned at her and then lowered his head to her breast and captured her nipple in his mouth, laving on it. He slid his hand down her body and thrust two fingers inside her and used his thumb on her clit. As she began to moan, he turned his attention to her other breast then left a trail of hot kisses down her stomach until he had reached the spot between her legs and he was able to add his tongue to the mix. Maria grabbed the fleece beneath her and writhed as he stoked her pleasure higher and higher.

Her back arched completely off the rug and she screamed as her orgasm hit. Maria was so lost in the incredible feeling that it barely registered with her that Michael had climbed his way back up her body and thrust into her. With her leg still balanced on his shoulder, he was able to drive his cock into her deep and hard and before long Maria was urging him to take her faster.

He was soon pounding into her, praying that he could hold on long enough to get her off again. He didn’t have to worry, soon he could feel Maria’s walls tighten again and her whole body stiffened. With a loud scream, she climaxed again and Michael quickly followed. He collapsed down on top of her and wrapped her in his arms, gasping for air.

Maria lay contentedly in his arms, enjoying the blissful sensations still coursing through her body. Beside her she could feel Michael’s breath deepen and even out. She perched herself up on her elbow and leaned on his chest. When Michael failed to acknowledge her, she pinched him.

“Ouch.”

“You can’t go asleep, pay attention to me.”

“I’m not asleep, I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Michael,” she whined playfully.

He forced his eyes open and smiled lazily at her. “You want to go again? Just give me a minute.”

“Well, yeah, but can we talk. About this…please.”

That made Michael open his eyes. He looked down at her and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. He brushed a lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He stroked her face and everything suddenly came into sharp focus.

It was so clear, so obvious that he wondered how he had never seen it before. And now that he knew it, he had to tell her. It wouldn’t stay in.

“I love you,” he blurted out. Her eyes widened in surprise. He felt a little stunned himself. “I’ve just realized that I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven years old, since the first day I met you.”

“What?”

“Do you remember the first time we met? You and Liz made me a banner with my name spelled wrong. And she gave me her CD player and you gave me some really crap CD’s.”

“They were not crap.”

“New kids on the block, Maria.”

“One of the greatest bands of the twentieth century, Michael.”

Michael laughed at the deadly serious expression on her face. It was exactly the same face she had made all those years ago when he had first told her his opinion of her favorite band. “You got so mad at me for that and called me something awful and stormed off. And that was it, you were the only girl for me. I just never knew it so I went out with pale imitations and poor substitutes.”

“You fell in love with me because I took issue with your taste in music?”

“Yes. You were the first person to not treat me like a foster kid. With everybody else, I was either a punk kid from the trailer park to be pushed around or a poor, sad charity case that had to be treated like a baby. You didn’t care that I was a charity case or trailer trash. I was just a guy who didn’t appreciate the awesomeness of New kids on the block.”

Maria mulled over Michael’s admission. “I hated you for about five years. I mean, I hated everything about you. And then when we were in junior year and you were dating Slutney Skanks, I realized that I was jealous. I talked myself out of it, made myself hate you again, but it wasn’t the same because I knew that I didn’t really hate you. I love you too.”

“Wow, so we’re in love?” Michael asked. “That’s… unexpected.”

“It’s so sad,” Maria sighed. “Just think of all the amazing sex we could have been having all this time. What a loss.”

“You’re right. We have a lot of ground to make up.”

“We owe it to sex.”

***

[cassie]

Fantastic part. I'm so glad that they talked and sorted everything out without having to take a step backwards. Can't wait to read more!

[nibbles2]

Thanks Cassie


seven

Maria woke the next morning in Michael’s bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her body and his stiffening cock nestled against her ass cheeks. She giggled lightly and wriggled against him, he moaned in his sleep and rubbed against her. Very carefully, so as not to wake him, Maria turned so that she was facing him.

She took a few minutes to just watch him as he slept. He was her boyfriend. She wondered if he would make her pancakes for breakfast now. That was a boyfriendy thing to do after all. Michael grunted and shifted in the bed, his movements brought her attention to the tent he was creating below his waist and Maria smirked. Maybe, she could do something girlfriendy for him.

Gently, Maria worked herself down his body and under the covers. Michael was reluctant to release her from his grasp, so she took her his cock in her hands massaged it and that was enough for him to let go. She smirked again and ducked under the blankets.

She nudged his legs apart and nestled between them. In position, she removed her hand from his cock and replaced it with her mouth. She took it slowly, waking him gently and enjoying giving him head for the first time.

Michael was pretty disorientated when he woke up. The first thing he noticed was that his bed was at an unusual angle. Very, very quickly after that he became aware of the incredible sensations he was experiencing. In his sleepy haze he thought he was alone in his bed and still having an erotic dream.

Then Maria deep throated him and it all came clear to him. He pushed the covers down to expose Maria’s golden head. He brushed her hair away from her face so that he could watch her feasting on him. The view was glorious. She raised her eyes to meet his and grinned at him as best she could with her mouth full of his cock.

Michael gripped the sheets beneath him tightly as Maria sped up the pace and he began to thrust into her mouth. He grunted and gasped and swore as she administered the best blowjob he had ever experienced.

When he came, he arched completely off the bed with the force of the orgasm that she gave him.

It took him several minutes to come down from his orgasmic high. When he did, Maria was straddling his waist with an impatient expression on her face. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, then I think I’ve earned pancakes for breakfast.”

Michael laughed and cocked his head. “I guess you did.” He pushed her off unceremoniously and rose from the bed, chuckling at her squeal of outrage. He pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then turned back to her. He shook his head at the scene in front of him. Their exertions of the night before had moved the bed a foot from the wall and three feet to the left of where it normally stood. The sheets and blankets were completely askew and the nightstand that usually stood by his bed was lying on its side. Maria was stretched out on the bed, blatantly ogling him. Her hair resembled a bird’s nest, her lips looked even fuller than usual and his marks were all over her body.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor first?”

Maria shook her head. “No, feed me first, then fuck me.”

“If I wasn’t in love with you already, that would have done it for me,” Michael laughed.

***

Michael was shocked and absurdly turned on at the amount of pancakes Maria consumed. By his count, she had had eaten three times what he had.

“Do you normally eat so much every morning?” he asked. He didn’t believe she did, anybody who ate that much would have to be either obese or an Olympic Champion.

“No, not usually. But I don’t usually spend most nights being fucked senseless by a sex god.”

Michael grinned smugly at the compliment. “I am pretty great.”

“I only love you for your pancakes. I swear, for my entire world tour this year all I wanted was your pancakes. I must have had pancakes in every hotel I stayed in and nobody made them the way I wanted. It was so frustrating. I kept trying to make excuses to come visit you guys so that I could have breakfast here.”

“And all that time, you could have had them for a blowjob.”

“That’s quiet a bargain, Guerin. A certain Saudi prince offered me a million dollars for a blowjob once.”

Michael choked on his coffee. He thumped his chest. “What? Seriously?”

Maria nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah, he has a fetish for my lips. He paid for one of his wives to have her lips surgically enhanced to be like mine. But it doesn’t feel the same apparently. This is amazing maple syrup, where did you get it?”

“There’s a woman on one of the other islands who makes it herself…” Michael shook his head in bewilderment at her casual attitude. “What did you say to the guy?”

“Same as I tell all the other guys, no thank you, not interested.”

“There are others?”

“Yes, they don’t usually offer so much money and they usually want more than a blow job, but yeah.”

Michael sat back in his chair, reeling a little. He shook it off. “But if they had made pancakes better then me, would you have been interested?”

Maria pushed away her plate, finally full, and contemplated the question. “Definitely… Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“What happens when I have to go back on tour? Am I going to have to keep finding excuses to come see you? Are we dating? Is… I know how much you like peace and quiet and getting involved with me sort of guarantees that you can kiss peace and quiet goodbye. I’m a total ass at my worst and a precious brat at my best. And then of course there’s the paparazzi. I’m not in the Britney Spears range but they do follow me. And there’s this whole mess with Billy and the sex tape and if I start dating a new guy so soon after that whole mess there’s going to be a lot of interest and-”

Michael silenced her ramble with a kiss. He pulled back before he got too into it and would have lost his ability to think. “I like peace and quiet, true. But I love you and I think I could happily sacrifice peace and quiet for the chance to be with you. Besides according to Kyle, you have a fucking giant of a house in LA. I can find a room there, sound proof it and put a bolt on the door to keep you out so I can have peace and quiet. Or you know… not that I’m saying we move in together but… what I’m saying is we’ll work it out.”

“We’ll keep it quiet. It is possible to be low key in LA,” Maria agreed. “Hopefully the Billy drama will die down and everybody will leave me alone and we can get on with our life.”

“Ok, so that’s the press taken care of, how do we tell Liz and Max and your mother and all the other people who are going to have an opinion on it?” Michael asked. He picked up her plate and began to clear the table leaving only the bottle of maple syrup.

Maria shrugged and laughed. “Nobody’s going to believe it. Do you think Liz will be ok with us dating?”

“She’ll be shocked but hopefully she’ll realize that I really do care about you and I’m not going to treat you like Billy did. She can’t have a problem with that.”

“Speaking of Liz. Today is Christmas Eve, she and Max will be here today. How long do we have before they arrive?”

Michael looked out the window at the dark sky. “I don’t think they’ll be arriving today. There’s a storm coming, I doubt the ferry will run in that.”

“Is it really wrong that I’m kind of glad?” Maria asked, feeling guilty.

“Yes, you’re a terrible person,” Michael chided. He took her hand and tugged her out of her seat, pulling her close to her body. He kissed her seductively. She was wearing one of his shirts, unbuttoned, a pair of his thick wool socks and nothing else. It had been driving him crazy throughout breakfast. He slipped the shirt off her body and dropped it to the ground. Then he lifted her up and lay her down on the kitchen table. She smiled in anticipation. He grabbed the bottle of syrup, uncapped it and drizzled it over her naked body.

Maria moaned as he began to slowly lick and suck and nibble at her body, worshipping every inch of skin he could touch before burying his face between her legs and devouring her. He had to hold her hips down to prevent her from rolling off the table, such was the amount of writhing she did.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me,” Maria screamed as she came.

Michael took her up on the suggestion, flipping her over so that she was bent over the table and fucking her hard and fast from behind, massaging her breasts as he brought her to orgasm twice more before emptying his load inside her.

Afterwards they took a long soak in the bath together where Maria straddled his waist and they made love slowly and gently. They spent most of the day in that manner - making love in front of the fire, eating the contents of the fridge, sleeping, fucking wildly on his bed (which by sunset had travelled the length and breadth of Michael’s bedroom).

It was pretty much the perfect day as far as Michael was concerned. The only time he got dressed was when he had to go out into the yard to chop more firewood. When he came back in, Maria was waiting for him in another saucy little French number which she then stripped out of as he watched, salivating at the show she put on for him.

For most of the day, the wind howled and heavy snow fell. It could have been a hurricane or tropical sunshine for all they knew.

Finally too exhausted to do anything else, they curled up on the couch and cuddled in front of the fire.

“Best day ever,” Michael commented.

“I can’t believe that tomorrow is Christmas Day, we- oh my God. We won’t have presents.” Maria pouted like a child who had just been told, well, that there would be no presents under the Christmas tree.

“We’ll have each other, we don’t need presents,” Michael told her.

“I don’t need presents, I want them. It wouldn’t be Christmas without giving presents or getting them.”

Michael smirked at her. “Tell you what, you dress up in one of your little French numbers and let me unwrap you and that’s present enough for me. Then I’ll take care of you.”

“We were going to do that anyway, don’t you want something special? It’s Christmas.”

He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, then looked her in the eye. “This is special. Being here, with you is very special to me. I don’t need anything else.”

Maria placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him sweetly. “Nice try, but I want a damn present.”

***

[cassie]

These every day updates are fantastic. Loved the latest part, and I can't wait to read more!

[Rowey]

Aaah.. there we go!

“We owe it to sex.”

“No, feed me first, then fuck me.”

Maria has the best lines. Yay! Lots of smoochy smoochy! Smoochy smoochy all round!
You know.. somehow I get the impression that Liz won't mind that they're together
Great parts!

[killjoy]

Great update....

[tequathisy]

Maria placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him sweetly. “Nice try, but I want a damn present.”

I love Maria in this. She's a precious brat, yes, but what's wrong with knowing what you want and making sure you get it.

Love this.

[RhondaAnn]

Loving this so much!

[nibbles2]

Thank you, Rhonda, Neve, Alison and Rod.

Glad you've enjoyed the fic, this is the last part.

Eight

“Wake up Maria…wake up.”

With a groan of frustration, Maria prized her eyes open just a fraction. “It cannot be time to get up already,” she muttered.

“Yes it is. Happy Christmas. Now get your ass out of bed.”

“It’s still night Michael.”

“No it’s not. It’s about an hour before dawn. C’mon, we’re going to be late.”

Maria opened her eyes fully and glared at Michael who was already dressed, in warm outdoor clothes. “Wha…”

“It’s Christmas morning and we have a tradition to uphold. Get out of bed. Now.”

It took a little more convincing, some bribing and some blackmailing but eventually Maria climbed out of bed. She stood under a hot shower for ten minutes to wake and dressed in her only warm clothes, which were thankfully dry after her dunking two days earlier.

“You know, I don’t think this is a good idea. On the last two occasions we ventured away from the cabin, you ended up being viciously assaulted by a crazy woman with a saucepan and I almost drowned. Statistics indicate that we should remain in doors.”

“Third time’s a charm,” Michael told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her out.

They made their way to a beach on the far side of the island. The dark sky was beginning to lighten a little with the faintest shimmer of pink on the horizon. In the distance, Maria could make out the dark mass of the mainland and the two much smaller spots of the other islands in the group.

To her surprise Stefan, Joe and Doc were also on the beach. They greeted Michael and Maria like old friends. Another man stood at the edge of the beach, busily pretending not to notice them.

“Is that the gun toting crazy neighbor?” Maria asked.

“Yes, see even he came down here for this.”

“What is this?” Maria asked, looking around and seeing nothing.

Michael led her by the hand onto the sand where the other men had gathered around a large pile of driftwood. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pointed into the horizon. “See over there, that’s New Town where you got the ferry from. Liz and Max will be on the beach there. Over there, that’s Crawford Island and that’s Church Island… hear that?”

“Church bells?”

“Yeah. There’s a church on Church Island and all the islanders used to go there back in the day. When the weather was bad and the seas were dangerous, it meant that the islanders on Christmas and Crawford couldn’t get to services on Sundays. So the Church would ring its bells to signal when the service was beginning and all the Christmas Islanders would gather on this beach and pray. In the winter they would light a fire for light and to keep warm. The Church is gone now and there’s not many people living on the islands so we only do it now on Christmas morning. There’s a couple of families on the mainland who used to live on the islands and they all gather on the beach over there and light the fire too.”

As Michael was explaining to Maria, Joe had set fire to the bundle of firewood. It took light quickly and soon a roaring bonfire was underway. Michael pointed again and Maria saw that similar fires were lighting on the islands and on the beach on the mainland. She wrapped her arms around Michael and leaned against his chest.

“You really think Liz and Max are on that beach?” She asked.

“Absolutely. Liz loves coming down here on Christmas morning. If she can’t be on this beach, I know she’s on that one.”

It was heartwarming to know that although they couldn’t be with their friends and family, Liz and Max were with them in spirit. “Ok, this was worth getting out of bed for.”

“Told you, now we can go back and fuck ourselves silly.”

Unfortunately, Stefan and Joe had other ideas. They insisted that Michael, Maria and the Doc all joined them at their cabin for breakfast and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

***

As requested, Maria wore a very sexy piece of French lingerie for Michael. But, as much as they both wanted to, she refused to let him tear it off her until they had lunch and opened their presents.

“Bearing in mind that we’ve been trapped in a snowbound log cabin on a tiny little island and you’ve been keeping me too busy to get to the shops, this is for you,” Michael said as he handed her a small parcel wrapped in a scrap of Christmas paper he had found in a desk drawer.

Maria ripped the paper eagerly and opened the box inside. “A key.”

“It’s a key to the cabin. So that you’ll always have a place to go when you need to get away.”

“Michael, it’s perfect, thank you,” Maria exclaimed. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Me now,” Michael said giddily, pulling at the ribbon holding her garment together.

She slapped his hands away and gave him a small envelope. “It’s not as sentimental as yours but I think you’ll like it.”

He found a plastic card inside with a membership number and a website address inscribed on it.

“The store in Paris where I buy my underwear has an online site. They have my sizes on file so you log on, select what items you want and they’ll deliver within forty-eight hours to pretty much anywhere in the world. It’s all on me and there’s no limit.”

Michael grinned happily. “Happy Christmas to me.”

“They also have a very nice line in toys and oils and such. Go wild.”

“I will,” he assured her.

“No doubt,” Maria laughed. “I have something else for you.” She handed him a CD. “It’s some songs that I’ve written over the years but I’ve never played them for anyone because they’re so personal. When I built the studio in my house, I recorded them. I want you to have it.”

“Thank you, I wish I could play it now but the CD player’s broken.” Michael’s eyes landed on the guitar, propped up against the wall. “Will you sing one for me instead.”

Maria hesitated for a moment. She had played on some of the biggest stages in the world but the thought of playing for Michael alone, made her very nervous. Sensing that she was hesitant, Michael kissed her and it gave her the courage to slip off his lap and get the guitar.

The song was simple but very beautiful and it moved Michael greatly to hear her sing to him. When she was finished she looked at him shyly.

“I loved it,” Michael assured her. “You’re very talented Maria. You shouldn’t doubt that. You don’t need sexy videos and those big dance numbers and all those producers. I think you use them because you’re afraid that you’re not good enough on your own. But you are. Don’t hide behind them, let your light show.”

Maria brushed tears away from her eyes. “That is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me.”

He shrugged, a little embarrassed. He wasn’t used to this lovey-dovey stuff. So he cleared his throat and grabbed her. “Now can I unwrap you?”

And then the phone rang. “God damn it,” Michael swore as Maria jumped up to answer it.

It was her step brother. “Happy Christmas Kyle.”

“Hello stranger, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for days. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m really sorry Kyle, I didn’t mean to go completely off the grid. There’s no signal here and the phone lines have been down.”

“Liz told me that was probably the case. I just wanted to see how you were holding up and to make sure you and Michael haven’t killed each other.”

Maria laughed. “Actually, we’re getting along ok together. I did bash his head in with a saucepan but other than that, it’s all good.”

Kyle scoffed. “Yeah, ok. So I have two pieces of good news. First, Billy is in prison. He made the mistake of trying to blackmail your lawyer and they arrested him. The tapes won’t see the light of day.”

“That’s wonderful,” Maria sighed in relief. She smiled at Michael who had come to stand beside her and had placed his head on her shoulder so he could listen in. He kissed her cheek and hugged her in silent joy.

“Yeah, the press is going crazy over this story though. So it might be best if you stay where you are until they’ve moved on to something else. I leaked a story that you were holidaying in Mexico by the way.”

Maria nodded and grinned at Michael again. His eyes lit up. “What’s the other thing?”

“I asked Tess to marry me last night. And she said yes.”

Maria’s shriek was so loud that both Michael and Kyle were left with ringing ears. “Kyle, that’s so great. Yay. Put her on.”

Tess came on the phone and she and Maria had a very excited, shrill, conversation as Tess relayed all the details of the proposal and described her ring in detail.

Michael took a seat in front of the fire and watched impatiently as she talked to Tess and Kyle for about half an hour. As soon as she replaced the receiver on the phone he jumped up, ready to drag her to bed to have his wicked way with her. But she insisted that they both call their parents first. Michael had a brief conversation with his parents before hanging up. Maria was on the phone with her mother slightly longer, though it was difficult to have a conversation with Amy as Michael was kissing her neck and running his hands all over her body. She tried to push him away several times until she was so turned on that she bid her mother goodbye abruptly and hung up.

“At last,” Michael exclaimed and picked her up. He decided against his bed which was too far away and lowered Maria to the rug in front of the fire. He made quick work of divesting her of her clothes.

“We should really call Liz too,” Maria insisted between kisses.

“Later,” Michael told her, his voice muffled as he sucked her nipple in his mouth. He pulled away from her for a minute. “New rule, no mentioning my sister’s name while we’re naked.”

“Ok,” Maria agreed, pushing his head back to where it had been. She was aching for him, it had been too long since they last made love and his ministrations while she was on the phone had driven her wild with desire. “Fuck me, please, Michael.”

“My pleasure.” He thrust his cock into her hard. So turned on by his earlier actions, she came instantly.

He gave her a couple of seconds to catch her breath and then began to pound into her. Maria wrapped her long legs around his waist and urged him to fuck her even faster and harder.

Before long they were both crying out in ecstasy.

“Oh God, that was amazing,” Maria sighed as tremors of her orgasm washed over her body. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Michael said and captured her lips for a searing hot kiss. He broke away from her when he felt a draught across his bare ass and looked at the door of the cabin.

Standing in the door way, with two identical expressions of shock were Max and Liz.

For a minute, they were all too stunned to say anything. It was Liz who broke the silence. The look of shock on her face melted into a smile of triumph. “I knew it. I knew. Didn’t I tell you?”

Max came to his senses then and dragged his wife outside where she did the ‘I-told-you-so’ dance in the snow.

A few minutes later Michael pulled open the door and glared at them. “What are you guys doing here?”

Liz rushed up the porch steps and hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy for you.” She dashed in past him and he could hear her calling out for Maria.

It was left to Max to explain their presence to Michael. “There was a guy on the beach this morning who owns a boat. His mother lives on Crawford so he said he’d drop us off. Liz really wanted to spend Christmas with you and Maria. Sorry for uh… interrupting. In our defense, we had no idea there was a possibility of us walking in on you and Maria having hot monkey sex on the living room floor.”

“Not true, I told you they were in love with each other,” Liz pointed out, appearing at the door with a fully dressed Maria. “Bring in the bags Max.”

Max grabbed the bags and carried them inside. Maria wrapped her arms around a pouting Michael’s waist as he stood at the door.

“Are you coming in?” She asked.

Michael pulled her close to him. “Would it be really rude if I kicked them out?”

“Yes,” Maria laughed. She kissed his cheek. “C’mon in. It’s Christmas, it’s a day for being with family. They’ll be going home tomorrow and we have the rest of our lives to have hot monkey sex.”

And with that promise, Michael went inside with her.

The End

[tequathisy]

I'm so sad this is over already. Thanks for sharing a wonderful fic with us.

[RhondaAnn]

Very nice!

[insidious heart]

I'm so sorry for not coming and reading the last few updates earlier, I've been crazy busy with Christmas and work stuff. Thank you for writing this awesome, lovely fic for me, I've enjoyed it immensely and I hope my fellow candy and Rosfans did so as well. :D