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 in Into the Woods.
Song: Loneliness knows me by name on Westlife's 2nd album. . Check out their album if you haven't already. It's great!
Maria DeLuca stood in her shower trying to keep herself from thoughts of Michael Guerin. Ever since she had had seen him going into the Eraser Room she kept having flashes of the times they had spent it there. It was driving her slowly insane. That evening she had tuned out completely and was in the middle of a day dream about Michael, the aqua bra and the counter at the Crashdown when Liz interrupted her by talking about how Max had looked at her before he left with Isabel. She towelled herself off and after smoothing her home made lavender scented body lotion into her skin she pulled on a pair white hotpants and a white v neck vest top. She brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears. She climbed into bed thinking of one incredibly hot alien.
When she next opened her eyes Michael Guerin was standing at the end of her bed.
"What the hell are you doing!" she yelled, pulling the strap of her top up before it fell exposing more than she meant to. She knew it was foolish to be so embarrassed about her body. During that blissful week where they had had something sort of like a relationship he had touched her in her most intimate places.
"Maria," her whispered her name reverently.
Some of her anger evaporated.
"Why are you here?"
He didn't answer.
"Fine. Stand there all night. I'm going to sleep," she said throwing herself on her belly on the bed.
The move didn't look as graceful as she'd hoped because she got her legs caught up in the blanket. She kicked at it irritably before it dropped off the end of her bed.
Suddenly she felt a pair of cold hands start stroking the soles of her feet. Slowly they moved higher caressing her calves. When he got to her knee his hands had warmed up. Maria moaned as his hands continued their exploration, going up her thighs and kneading her ass firmly. His long fingers then started working on her spine, notch by notch until he reached the base of her neck. She could sense his body just hovering over hers. This was somewhere between heaven and hell. She loved what he was doing but couldn't touch him for fear he would run again. Their furious sessions in the Eraser room or the Crashdown couldn't compare to this. He was treating her body with the up most care. And she loved it. His hands skimmed over her arms and shoulders before gently clasping her fingers then slipping down past her waist and under her stomach. He trailed his hands to her breasts and squeezed them gently. She moaned again. This could not be happening. His hands slipped down and slid under the skimpy hotpants and the panties she wore beneath.
The pillow she still had her face buried in muffled her surprised squeal. This was totally unreal. All too soon he pulled his hands away. He turned her over so she was looking up at him. His eyes showed what he was feeling. Lust, need, want and…..love. Maria felt her eyes must reflect the same. Slowly he lifted her top over her head, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Then he tugged the clothes she still had on off. He started to kiss every inch of her he could find. With each kiss he uttered a single word.
"Mine," KISS "Mine," KISS "Mine," he said and did.
There was something strangely primal yet terribly arousing by the way he wanted her.
It was then she realised his words were true. She was his. All the guys in the hallway earlier took note of her chest not her. Here was Michael Guerin possessing her body, not caring that she wasn't as built as some girls.
Suddenly he ceased kissing her thighs and brought his lips level with her mouth.
After crushing his lips to hers he pulled away a little, so he was hovering above her again.
"Your mine Maria," he whispered before he began to fade.
The next thing she knew she was sitting up panting in her bed.
"Damn!" she yelled as she realised that the whole thing was a dream.
Later that day she was delivering food reluctantly to the alien's table. Liz had refused to do in case it made her look to keen. Maria had rolled her eyes but yet she had still came over to the table with her tray stacked high.
"Men in Blackberry pie," she said not looking up.
"Thanks Maria," Isabel smiled taking the plate.
"Tommy Lee Jones?"
"That's me," Max confirmed.
"Saturn rings," she said knowing the last dish was for the most infuriating alien.
"Mine," Michael said angling his head so he was looking into her eyes.
Her head snapped up and the plate wobbled dangerously.
Max caught it just before it fell.
"Are you alright Maria?" Max asked concerned.
Maria just continued to stare at Michael. Isabel slid out of her seat next to Michael and took Maria by the elbow.
"I'll take her to the break room," she said and guided the shell-shocked girl away.
"What did you do?" Max questioned.
"Who me?" Michael replied, plastering an innocent look on his face.
Max smiled his know it all smile and returned to looking for a glimpse of Liz.
He didn't notice Michael smirking.
Oh yes, Maria DeLuca was his.
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 in Into the Woods.
Song: Loneliness knows me by name on Westlife's 2nd album. . Check out their album if you haven't already. It's great!
Maria DeLuca stood in her shower trying to keep herself from thoughts of Michael Guerin. Ever since she had had seen him going into the Eraser Room she kept having flashes of the times they had spent it there. It was driving her slowly insane. That evening she had tuned out completely and was in the middle of a day dream about Michael, the aqua bra and the counter at the Crashdown when Liz interrupted her by talking about how Max had looked at her before he left with Isabel. She towelled herself off and after smoothing her home made lavender scented body lotion into her skin she pulled on a pair white hotpants and a white v neck vest top. She brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears. She climbed into bed thinking of one incredibly hot alien.
When she next opened her eyes Michael Guerin was standing at the end of her bed.
"What the hell are you doing!" she yelled, pulling the strap of her top up before it fell exposing more than she meant to. She knew it was foolish to be so embarrassed about her body. During that blissful week where they had had something sort of like a relationship he had touched her in her most intimate places.
"Maria," her whispered her name reverently.
Some of her anger evaporated.
"Why are you here?"
He didn't answer.
"Fine. Stand there all night. I'm going to sleep," she said throwing herself on her belly on the bed.
The move didn't look as graceful as she'd hoped because she got her legs caught up in the blanket. She kicked at it irritably before it dropped off the end of her bed.
Suddenly she felt a pair of cold hands start stroking the soles of her feet. Slowly they moved higher caressing her calves. When he got to her knee his hands had warmed up. Maria moaned as his hands continued their exploration, going up her thighs and kneading her ass firmly. His long fingers then started working on her spine, notch by notch until he reached the base of her neck. She could sense his body just hovering over hers. This was somewhere between heaven and hell. She loved what he was doing but couldn't touch him for fear he would run again. Their furious sessions in the Eraser room or the Crashdown couldn't compare to this. He was treating her body with the up most care. And she loved it. His hands skimmed over her arms and shoulders before gently clasping her fingers then slipping down past her waist and under her stomach. He trailed his hands to her breasts and squeezed them gently. She moaned again. This could not be happening. His hands slipped down and slid under the skimpy hotpants and the panties she wore beneath.
The pillow she still had her face buried in muffled her surprised squeal. This was totally unreal. All too soon he pulled his hands away. He turned her over so she was looking up at him. His eyes showed what he was feeling. Lust, need, want and…..love. Maria felt her eyes must reflect the same. Slowly he lifted her top over her head, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Then he tugged the clothes she still had on off. He started to kiss every inch of her he could find. With each kiss he uttered a single word.
"Mine," KISS "Mine," KISS "Mine," he said and did.
There was something strangely primal yet terribly arousing by the way he wanted her.
It was then she realised his words were true. She was his. All the guys in the hallway earlier took note of her chest not her. Here was Michael Guerin possessing her body, not caring that she wasn't as built as some girls.
Suddenly he ceased kissing her thighs and brought his lips level with her mouth.
After crushing his lips to hers he pulled away a little, so he was hovering above her again.
"Your mine Maria," he whispered before he began to fade.
The next thing she knew she was sitting up panting in her bed.
"Damn!" she yelled as she realised that the whole thing was a dream.
Later that day she was delivering food reluctantly to the alien's table. Liz had refused to do in case it made her look to keen. Maria had rolled her eyes but yet she had still came over to the table with her tray stacked high.
"Men in Blackberry pie," she said not looking up.
"Thanks Maria," Isabel smiled taking the plate.
"Tommy Lee Jones?"
"That's me," Max confirmed.
"Saturn rings," she said knowing the last dish was for the most infuriating alien.
"Mine," Michael said angling his head so he was looking into her eyes.
Her head snapped up and the plate wobbled dangerously.
Max caught it just before it fell.
"Are you alright Maria?" Max asked concerned.
Maria just continued to stare at Michael. Isabel slid out of her seat next to Michael and took Maria by the elbow.
"I'll take her to the break room," she said and guided the shell-shocked girl away.
"What did you do?" Max questioned.
"Who me?" Michael replied, plastering an innocent look on his face.
Max smiled his know it all smile and returned to looking for a glimpse of Liz.
He didn't notice Michael smirking.
Oh yes, Maria DeLuca was his.
