Intense
Disclaimer: I now state I do not own any of the people mentioned in this fan fic (though I'm welcome to offers Brendan and Jason!) This is purely for entertainment.
Rating: If you're old enough to watch the show you can read this.
Author's note: What should have happened after Maria walked away from Michael in Heatwave. Sorry these are really old for you but in the UK we just started getting them on terrestrial television. And is it just me or did Michael just look so hot when Maria was talking to Liz?
Michael watched Maria from afar as she walked home. He knew it wasn't safe for her to walk home alone. Not with all this FBI stuff. She'd be an easy target. He saw her shoulders shake as she tried to contain her sobs.
Intense. He'd told her he couldn't get in to deep. But as he watched her walk away he realised he already was. He couldn't explain it but the blond girl had turned him upside down.
He still didn't know what made him go to the Crashdown that night. But as soon as he'd seen her through the window. He was transfixed. And then she had to go and open the door. And then she looked at him with those eyes and he was a goner. His head seemed to move down by itself and they were locked together. Then they were moving so fast she would have fell had he not been holding her so tight. When she'd wrapped her legs around him he just couldn't wait any longer. He'd practically thrown her down on the table and devoured her. He remembered her taste. She was sweet and spicy. A mix between strawberry ice cream and Tabasco sauce. If Mr Parker had not called for Maria and caused him to give her one last kiss then leave he wasn't sure how far they would have gone. It wasn't that she was easy it was just that they seemed to know each other. It sounded dumb but that was the way it was. He knew precisely where to touch and kiss to please her.
He groaned quietly and watched her slam the door to her house. He followed the lights till one went on in what he thought was her bedroom. He looked into the window and was in time to see her slip into a robe and leave the room. He heard the shower turn on and settled himself on the jetta.
Maria climbed into the shower and tried to wash away the day's events. Michael on his usual avoidance kick. Then the disastrous conversation at the party. It was all too much. She began to cry, the tears mingling with the water. Quickly she stepped out of the shower and towelled herself off. She slipped the robe back on and padded down into the kitchen and grabbed some chocolate cake. She remembered some dumb ass keyring her mom had. "When the going gets tough, the tough eat chocolate!"
She thought her circumstances warranted some sweet relief.
She picked up a few other comforting items and headed upstairs.
Michael sat up when he saw the object of his affection enter her room. He watched as she placed a book of matches, a box of tissues, a bottle of grief relief and…he couldn't believe his eyes. She was carrying a bottle of Tabasco sauce.
"Stupid freak!" He heard her yell. "You've got me eating Tabasco sauce just to feel near you! To remember what it tasted like to kiss you!" she continued before dissolving into tears.
Maria let the tears come after he mini rant. It was one of her mother's techniques. When something gets to you say it out loud. It wasn't working. She crawled under her blanket after slipping on her PJ's and fell into a restless slumber.
Michael swallowed hard. Two humans knew who he was an accepted him. The one he… he didn't know how he felt about her he just knew that he didn't want to hurt her.
But he already had.
He saw her breathing steady and walked close to the window. He placed his hand on the glass and much to his surprise the window opened. He'd discussed this with Max. Lately his powers had been sharper, when Maria was close to him. The key thing at Atherton's and when he had sped her car up when they had to reach the hospital when Max was in danger were the prime examples. He climbed through the window and crouched near her head. He brushed back a strand off hair that had stuck to her tear stained cheek.
"I'm sorry Maria," he whispered stroking her cheek.
She stirred and he was tempted to go but he couldn't make his body move.
"Michael," she sighed smiling.
He was puzzled. Wasn't she mad? He had climbed into her window after he upset he so badly and she was smiling?
Then he realised she was asleep. He walked to the other side of the bed and lay on top of the covers cradling her body with his.
"I'm here," he whispered. He knew that he wouldn't be there when she woke up. But he knew he needed this one night of perfection. When it didn't matter who they were. There was no need to be alone or wonder if it were worth starting something that would remain out of his reach.
Maria turned and buried her head in his chest. His arms came up and tightened around her.
Maria smiled into his chest. She knew he'd leave and wouldn't mention what had happened again. But she also knew that he didn't regret what had happened between them. He had come to her when she needed him. And that was enough. For now anyway.
