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?
Maria sighed and snuggled into her pillow. Soft, and warm and…..human?!?!?
Make that alien, she thought wryly, her eyes resting on Michael's sleeping face.
He overslept, she thought with a smile.
She tentatively threw her left arm around him, breathing in his scent. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. It was kinda tabascoey but it had this other element. All she knew that he was Michael. She immersed herself in him. She didn't know how long she'd have to wait to be this near to him again.
Suddenly she felt him stir then stiffen when he realised where he was. She braced herself. This was not going to be pretty.
Michael cursed under his breath. He'd stay far too long. But it felt so comfortable and right to be there in her room, on her bed. He began to move away from her when he saw her lips curve up in a slight smile.
Damn! He thought. She was awake.
Suddenly an idea came to him. Gently he moved her arm and edged down so their eyes were level. He leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. She sighed and he did it again. He felt her begin to respond and carried on, knowing the game was already up. She knew he had come to her so he might as well leave her with a sweet memory to soften the blow of what they both knew would happen sooner or later. He felt her mouth open and eagerly complied to her silent request. These kisses were softer than the previous ones, slower and gentler. Slowly he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her hips letting them rest there awhile before pulling away. She let out a soft moan at the lost of contact. In a moment of tenderness he laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then he took both her hands and kissed both palms before closing her fingers. When he looked up her eyes were wide with adoration.
He leaned back up so he was over her, his hands either side of her head. His shirt hung open exposing the wife-beater underneath. He kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry Maria," he whispered. Reluctantly he pulled away and moved towards the window. Her hand catching his stopped him. He stopped and she pulled him around to face her. Looking into his eyes for a second she leaned up and kissed him.
"It'll be Michael. I promise," she whispered pressing something into his hand.
He looked down. She had given him her alien key ring. She'd taken it off her keys after their roadtrip and left it on her bedside table to remind herself of that trip. He slipped off his silver ring and gave it to her.
"Ditto," he whispered back.
He slowly let go and climbed out of the window.
Maria watched him until he was out of sight.
"It'll be Michael," she whispered to the now empty room.
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?
Maria sighed and snuggled into her pillow. Soft, and warm and…..human?!?!?
Make that alien, she thought wryly, her eyes resting on Michael's sleeping face.
He overslept, she thought with a smile.
She tentatively threw her left arm around him, breathing in his scent. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. It was kinda tabascoey but it had this other element. All she knew that he was Michael. She immersed herself in him. She didn't know how long she'd have to wait to be this near to him again.
Suddenly she felt him stir then stiffen when he realised where he was. She braced herself. This was not going to be pretty.
Michael cursed under his breath. He'd stay far too long. But it felt so comfortable and right to be there in her room, on her bed. He began to move away from her when he saw her lips curve up in a slight smile.
Damn! He thought. She was awake.
Suddenly an idea came to him. Gently he moved her arm and edged down so their eyes were level. He leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. She sighed and he did it again. He felt her begin to respond and carried on, knowing the game was already up. She knew he had come to her so he might as well leave her with a sweet memory to soften the blow of what they both knew would happen sooner or later. He felt her mouth open and eagerly complied to her silent request. These kisses were softer than the previous ones, slower and gentler. Slowly he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her hips letting them rest there awhile before pulling away. She let out a soft moan at the lost of contact. In a moment of tenderness he laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then he took both her hands and kissed both palms before closing her fingers. When he looked up her eyes were wide with adoration.
He leaned back up so he was over her, his hands either side of her head. His shirt hung open exposing the wife-beater underneath. He kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry Maria," he whispered. Reluctantly he pulled away and moved towards the window. Her hand catching his stopped him. He stopped and she pulled him around to face her. Looking into his eyes for a second she leaned up and kissed him.
"It'll be Michael. I promise," she whispered pressing something into his hand.
He looked down. She had given him her alien key ring. She'd taken it off her keys after their roadtrip and left it on her bedside table to remind herself of that trip. He slipped off his silver ring and gave it to her.
"Ditto," he whispered back.
He slowly let go and climbed out of the window.
Maria watched him until he was out of sight.
"It'll be Michael," she whispered to the now empty room.
