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Title: Crash Part 13
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
Email: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary: AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosewell, I have no money so there's no point suing.
Distrubtion: If you want to put this on your site then just send me a email with the link
Feedback: Listening to the voices in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
Love.

I never believed it was important.

Tammy told me that when you fall in love for the first time it's like the entire world slows down and you're the only two people on Earth.

But she was 16 and the guy she claimed to love left her.

I told her love was bullshit, that you would be better off living your life without it. And love never lasted, someone always left.

I was scared of it.

I still am.

**

"You know, you can leave now," I said, as I stumbled into the kitchen.

"I know," Michael said, stepping between me and the fridge.

"Move," I demanded.

"No, you have already had way too much to drink tonight," Michael said, with a small smile on his lips.

"I'm not getting a beer! I'm hungry" I snapped, pushing him out of the way. "Besides, I know my limit better than you do and I'm far from it."

"I'm sure," Michael said, not taking his eyes off of me as I fished a pint of Peanut Butter Cup ice-cream out of the freezer.

"Want some?" I asked, lifting myself up onto the counter.

"Nah," Michael said, leaning against the counter across from me.

"Your loss, hand me a spoon," I requested.

"Which drawer?" Michael asked, finally looking away from me.

"The one to your left," I said, taking the top off my ice cream.

"Here," Michael said, handing me a spoon. I stared at myself momentarily in the silver reflection before slipping it into the cold ice cream.

"Are you going to stay here all night?" I asked, not letting my eyes raise from the cup of ice cream.

"Do you want me to?" Michael asked.

"Oh yeah, that's exactly what I want," I said, trying to drown out the warmth of my beating heart out with artificial coldness.

"I think you do," Michael said, sounding half-surprised

"You think?" I mocked, putting a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.

"Of you," Michael answered, and I shivered, and it didn't have anything to do with the ice-cream that was melting in my throat.

**

I don't know why I let him get to me like this.

Nobody should have this kind of power over me! He says two words and I'm about melt faster than an ice cube on the fourth of July.

It's not supposed to be like this.

**

"Correction, you think about the key that you need to get home," I said, taking the spoon out of my mouth.

"Correction," Michael said, deeply, passionately. His eyes locked with mine and he walked across the kitchen towards me. It probably only took a few seconds but it was like the entire world was slowing down. Tammy's words about love and time standing still flew into my mind and I forced them out. "I think of you," Michael whispered, stopping inches in front of me. He took the cup of ice-cream from me and I let the spoon slip from my fingers. I barely heard the metallic cling as it hit the counter.

"What about Maria?" I asked, as our eyes locked. He leaned in closer and I could feel his breath on my lips.

"Just you," Michael said, letting his hand drift up my side.

**

I should have stopped it there. It would have been easy.

All I would have had to do was knock him away from me and it would be the end of the story.

But how can you stop something that you can't control?

Something you want with more passion than you thought possible?

**

"What is happening?" I asked, as Michael's other hand rose to rub small circles over my cheek.

"I don't know," Michael answered. It was becoming unbearable, being this close to him. My eyes traveled over his face. His eyes, his nose, his red lips that were just screaming to be kissed.

"I've never felt like this before. It's overpowering," I whispered, breaking my eyes away from his beautiful lips.

"I know," he said. I let my hands slide over his shoulder as his hands trailed to the small of my back.

"Does this have to do with the alien thing?" I asked, shivering at his touch. I was sure that if we stopped talking there would be nothing holding our lips apart.

"Maybe," Michael answered, as he closed his eyes.

Silence.

Pure and sweet.

"I should go," Michael said, finally breaking the heavy cloak of silence that had fallen over us.

"Yeah," I agreed, but neither of us moved. I was almost afraid I would break if I lost his touch.

"I don't want to let you go," Michael whispered.

"Then don't," I whispered, my heart winning over my mind.

"You sure that's not the alcohol talking?" Michael asked, a last desperate attempt to lighten the mood.

"I'll let you in on a secret," I whispered, leaning in so my lips brushed against his ears. "I'm sober enough to know what I'm doing."

"You know you have real issues, right?" Michael asked, and I returned his smile.

"And you don't?" I asked, letting my hand trail up the back of his neck.

"I never said that," Michael whispered, as he tightened his grip around my waist.

"I thought you were leaving?" I asked, softly.

"You told me not to," Michael answered.

"Since when do you listen to me?" I asked.

I never got a answer because at that moment Michael pressed his lips desperately against mine. It took me about half a second before I began to respond, letting myself get lost in this moment.

Our first kiss, it had been so fast, it had just happened. It was over before it started.

This one, it wasn't just a kiss that overwhelmed me. It was everything.

I mean, it was the words that lead up to it.

It was the darkness that surrounded us because I had forgotten to turn on the lights when we came.

It was the melting Peanut Butter Cup ice cream that sat abandoned inches away.

It was that silver spoon that had held my attention only moments earlier.

It was the intensity that filled the entire room, electrifying everything that it touched.

**

Shit.

I wasn't supposed to do this again.

I'm a good person. Honestly.

It was just so easy to get lost in that moment.

And I wouldn't take it back for the life of me.