Disclaimer: I
don't own Michael or Maria or Roswell ( I wish I did of course.) I just own the
idea.
"Liz, I could use some
assistance here!" Maria called
impatiently. Maria was attempting to
lug a tray with 4 cups of coffee and a few sodas on it over to a table. The tray was extremely unstable on one side,
the side with the coffee on it.
"Argh! I wish she would just stop flirting with Max
so much!" Maria complained to
herself. She adjusted her alien antenna
headband, lifted the tray onto her hand and began making her way over to the
destined table. She was just about
there when one of the coffee cups decided it just wasn't going to cooperate and
slipped right off the tray.
"NO!" Maria yelped. But, a hand flew out of the booth to her left and caught the
cup. Maria set the tray down on a
nearby table and looked at the body belonging to the savoir hand. A small smile curved over her face.
"You didn't save the
coffee," she challenged. Michael stood up with the mug in his hand,
and brushed off his argyle sweater.
"I'll take that as a
thank-you, and yes I would like a towel
to clean up with...." he answered with a small smirk on his face. Liz, at this point, noticed how much work
Maria was doing and took her attention off Max.
"Oh Maria! I'm sorry.
I was a little... uh, busy. You
can take your break now and I'll take care of the spill, k?" Liz finally offered.
"Okay, whatever," Maria complied and she motioned for Michael
to follow her. He got up and the two
made their way to the back room. Maria
pulled off her alien headband and threw it in her locker.
"Stupid thing..."she
commented. She then picked up a clean
towel and threw it to Michael.
"But you look so very cute
in them..." he answered, trying to
clean his coffee stained sweater off.
"Well," he began, "it's useless." Maria looked over at Michael just as he
pulled his sweater over his head, exposing only a white wife beater. She took notice of his muscles and just
stared.
"Am I really that
hot?" Michael said in a low tone ad he approached Maria.
"Huh? What..no... I was just sapcing out,
spaceboy." She said, licking her
lips.. she had just applied new gloss.
"Oh is that so..
well.." Michael replied. They were so close, she could feel his
breath against her cheek. God, he saw
so hot, and he gave off this mysterious vibe that attracted her to him even
more. She leaned her chin up and gently
met his waiting lips.
"Ummm..." he
began. Maria broke away and looked at
him questionably. "You taste
like..." He kissed her again lightly..
sucking at her lips. "...cherries."
She smiled and their lips met again, this time, the kiss was
hotter. She opened her mouth allowing
his tongue to enter and explore. He
smiled against her lips and moved his move down to her chin. Her hands made their way up around his neck
and played with his delightfully messy hair.
He had his hands around her waist, and he was playing with her apron
tie. She moaned softly and tilted her
head to the left allowing him to kiss her neck. He laughed at her gesture and kissed her soft skin. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation
and suprisingly heard a loud CRUNCH.
She pulled away from him and began giggling. He was slightly smiling and happily crunching on a piece of her
candy necklace.
"Is it tasty?" She asked.
He nodded. "Just like
you..." He wrapped his arms around her waist and walked her backward onto
the couch. They both fell on the cushon
and he again be licking at her neck and sucking on the candy jewlery. Maria laughed once more. He brought his lips back to hers and they
shared a long, passionate kiss.
"Michael..." Maria said gasping for air.
"Huh?" He said, trying
to get to her mouth.
"Air... I have to
breath..." She said.. slightly puching him away.
"Oh sorry.. I guess I
forgot about that.." He said
pulling her onto his chest. She leaned
her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. He kissed he blonde head.
"Your neck pretty much looks like a rainbow." Michael commented.
"Oh yeah, well you have red lip marks all over your face,"
she said wipping one off, and shuddering.
"Not much to this uniform..
sorta gets cold."
Michael held her closer and
smiled, "That's the best part about it." She nudged him and smiled.
He leaned behind the couch and grabbed his now dry sweater. "Here." he said.
Maris took the sweater and began
pulling it over her head. "Are you
sure you don't mind?" She asked
with her head still buried in the clothing.
Michael chuckled and the pulled the sweater down over her head.
"Woo. thanks," Maria
sighed.
"MARIA! Your break is now officially
over!" Liz yelled from the
kitchen. Maria grunted and puched her
face against Michael's chest. "My
mother's calling me." she moaned.
"Michael.." she
paused. "I'll see you later?" He
nodded and kissed her lightly before, lifting her up and carrying her out the
door. Max, Isabel and Liz ans well as
some other customers stared as Maria was seen being carried into the room by
Michael Guerin. He gently put her down
and nodded at Max and Isabel. He turned
back to Maria and raised his eyebrow, before walking out the door with Max and
Izzy on his heels. Liz walked over to a
smiling Maria.
"Maria you have to....
who's sweater is that.. and.. your neck....?" Liz began. Maria just
smiled and shrugged and practically floated into the kitchen waiting for
'later.'