Title: Gaze
Pairing: Michael/Maria
Rating: T
Summary: Total fluff one-shot. Michael's POV when he is watching Maria dance in
episode 2.02. Do not repost without permission.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me of course. Merely using the wonderful characters created for Roswell for a little of my own creativity.
Oh god. I'm staring. It's like impossible not too. The way she looks right now is beyond turning me on. I'm too far gone.
There is no one else in the room as she's swaying her hips to the beat of the music, closing her beautiful eyes and those lips... I know what those lips can do.
My heart is beating faster, my palms are sweaty and all that other crap. Typical. Wrong. Horrible. I think my mouth is even gapping open. Great.
I can't stop my eyes from wandering over every inch of her sweet body no matter how much I don't want too. No matter how much she shouldn't know that I still desperately want her. She can't know that. I can't have her anymore. Hell, I never should have been so lucky.
I only came tonight to try to prove that I've moved on and that I'm ok so she'll stop missing me, stop trying, stop hurting, stop hoping that I'll change my mind.
I can't change my mind. I can't change who I am and how wrong I am for her. How I'll always hurt her if I don't walk away.
Damn Isabel for suggesting this whole thing. I shouldn't have come. But there she goes again. She knows exactly what she's doing to me in that tiny little skirt that shows off all her delicious curves and those long legs I can't seem to forget. The way they wrapped so perfectly around my own body...
She's talking to Liz now. I know it's about me. And I know Liz is looking at me but I still can't pull my gaze away. They know. I know.
Be honest. I came to try to prove I was over her. But there is no getting over Maria Deluca.