When the car stopped in view of that ominous cliff Michael and Isabel looked at each other. She smiled lightly, warily and got out of the car. It wasn't long before She found his arms again. He held her face in his hands, and she clutched his strong arms for dear life.
"Isabel, are you sure you want to do this? I love you. And I want us to be together, all of us," He hand slid down to her belly where soon a child might grow,
"But if its too soon, I can wait.. this…this is huge Izzy. I don't want to pressure you. We have years to have children. You don't have to do this now…" She smiled
"Your not pressuring…me Michael" She said grinding her hips into his and feeling the pleasant bulge. He hissed and clung to her shoulder, bowing his head
"Isabel, I just want to make sure"
"I know, and if its possible I love you more for it, but I want this, I want it to be here, and I want it to be now." She whispered "take me?" He didn't have to be asked twice. He took her up in his arms and carried her up the cliffs side. They felt the invisible pull of the cave door and walked on to the very peak
"weird, how familiar this is, but we've never been up here?" He said
"right now, Im not thinking about anything, but you…and me." She said putting her hands in his hair and kissing him with a need that was steadily growing in both of them.
He set her down on a rock, moving his hands over her. She leaned back and before he knew it he was on top of her. Feeling her as he had, only in his dreams.
She cursed the articles of clothing that separated them. Vowing revenge she ripped his shirt open sending button flying everywhere. This violence and Primal look in her eyes made him want her more than ever, which was a task in itself. He slipped her skirt down to her feet where she kicked it off, the underwear were harder. The small things kept bunching and rolling. 'too much time' he thought as he tore the offending piece of cloth from her hips and kissed her hungrily. Never had he felt need like this before, never had it been so hard to restrain himself from taking her violently, and harshly on this floor of rock. He had to be careful, this would be her first time and he wanted it to be special. He had to calm down. He had to think of something other than the tight wetness between her legs. The baby, once they did this, he would be a father, he would have a son. His eyes grew misty and his motions slowed down to a gentle caress. Hers however grew more inpatient, she tore at his pants trying to remove them quickly, he took her wrists in his hands, holding them gently and securely. He leaned into her shoulder kissing and nipping lightly, She bucked under him and he smiled and chuckled softly
"What are we going to name our son?" He asked as he caressed her breast lightly with his free hand. She stopped
"Wha?"
"Our son, what will we name him?" She looked slightly bemused, and wistful at the same time.
"Zan," She whispered "Zan Michael Guerin" She told him
"Zan…" His hand trailed from her bra covered breast to her belly and his lips followed. Right below her belly-button he place a gentle kiss, so feather light she barely felt it.
"Be fruitful and multiply" He told her stomach.
"You said that in the dream too"
He stood and removed his pants, and boxers then returned to her waiting embrace. She had removed her violet bra while he had undone his pants and they were now, both blissfully bare to one another. Isabel had expected some type of awkwardness, some adjusting, but there was none, they fit together as an old couple would, with years of skillful wisdom to their partners curves, wants, needs, desires. She pushed herself up to meet his erection and as he slid in she felt only the barest of pinches. He was well sized, he knew, so he paused to let her adjust to such an invasion, but it didn't take her long. Soon she was moaning, rubbing against him, crying out his name and he too was beginning to loose control. Their rhythm picked up both speed and force, as he slammed into her she cried out his name over and over again. It was better than any dream could have ever been and as they both reached their climax, their screams pushing one another off the edge of an orgasmic cliff, they continued to move as his seed spilled deep inside her, filling her belly with life. The orgasm lasted for so long, Michael thought he would never be able to stand again. As he felt himself go limp within her and her throbbing and pulsing slow he hugged her deliciously sweaty body close to his.
"My god" She gasped, through hoarse from the screams
"Jesus Christ" He swore hugging her tighter, afraid to let go.
"It was wonderful Michael" She said, a tear streaming down her face
He pulled back out of her and examined her reaction "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked brushing a spare lock of hair from her face
"Far from it." She said taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. He collapsed next to her sighing
"We should go back, Max is probably worried about you… but"
"I cant move Michael. No way, not for another hour or so, Im that sore, and im that…"she yawned as if to prove her point…"tired" she snuggled into his chest. He put his arm around her and rolled onto his side spooning her. She smiled, almost asleep now, lying naked here, on the mountain where they had been "born", With Michael Guerin. She thought of him now and a flash of the gorgeous baby, that they had probably just conceived and her hand wandered down to her stomach, only to find Michael's had beat her there.
"I Love you Isabel" He whispered the fatigue evident in his voice
"I love you too" she whispered before falling asleep under the sky
"Goodnight, my little Zan" He whispered squeezing her stomach a little. And that was the last thing she heard before sleep overtook her exhausted body
Later that night:
Isabel woke up under the stars, with Michael still asleep and clinging to her. She felt the oddest of twinges in her lower abdomen.
"Oh my god" She gasped. Michael was awake immediately
"What? What is it?" She took his hand and put it over her puffy, bloated, but still flat stomach
"Michael, do you feel that?" She asked. His smile told her, told the world, that he had just felt his son in her belly. Maybe not physically, more like metaphysically, and was happier than he had been in his entire life.
"Isabel" He whispered reverently taking his hand away from her stomach to see the small red glowing hand print that had five of the littlest fingers he had ever seen.
"That's Zan." He whispered
"That's our son" She told him "Michael, we need to get home, we have to tell Max, he's probably worried sick over both of us. Disappearing like this right after all that has happened." She sat up and winced
"Are you all right?" He asked panicked
"Michael, im fine, it's got nothing to do with the baby, and everything to do with you Mister. Im just sore is all," She said, trying to stand but finding her legs very wobbly.
He also seemed to be having the same problem. She smiled
"I cant believe we just did that" She gasped holding her knees and attempting to stand again, this time almost succeeding in standing without wobbling at all.
"Isabel, do you regret it?" He asked as he finally stood, the tremors in his legs subsiding
"What? Michael, I could never, what I said last night was true as anything. I love you. No matter what." She caressed his cheek and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch
"What about Max?" He hated to ask, but he needed to know
"Its my…our decision. He's not our keeper, he's my brother. His opinion does matter to me. I love him, But by god and who ever else is out there, if he makes me choose between you and him, It will be you Michael, I swear" She held onto his shoulders and kissed him
"Now we have to find our clothes and get home" She said
The car ride home was about as quiet at the one coming up here, but it was a comfortably silence. And though it was filled with worry and questions over the reactions of their friends an family, Neither could be sad, depressed or anything other than thrilled as they drove home with Isabel in the center, Michael driving, and his right hand stretched over gently rubbing her tummy, hers on top of his.
They pulled up to Isabel's house and he helped her out of the car.
"I think everyone is asleep" she said as she opened the door into the dark living room
"Listen Is, I'll be over around 8 tomorrow, all right," She nodded and kissed him fearing to let go, that this might all be some incredible dream.
"You need to go get some sleep, You have to start taking care of yourself now, you know. Your tired, go on" He kissed he lightly just as the lights turned on
"What the hell is going on?" Max yelled standing in the middle of the living room
"Max, listen, we can talk about this in the morning, im really tired and I just want to sleep" She said
"You should have thought about that before you went gallivanting across New Mexico all night!"
"Max back off, she was with me" Michael said
"Ordinarily I might find some comfort in that fact, but seeing that display in the doorway just now Id have to say that makes it worse. We have the FBI, Alien hunters and worse yet, our own kind out there right now looking for us, and YOU TWO run off with out telling anyone where you've gone for most of an entire day, and you have what to say for yourselves?"
"That It's none of your damn business what I do Maxwell Evans. How dare you lecture me on keeping our secret, and "Gallivanting" around New Mexico, you who risk all our lives to save some chick in a restaurant, nearly get us killed a hundred times with your nobility and chase all over New Mexico looking for more humans to let in on the big 'secret'" She yelled Michael came up behind her and rubbed her arms,
"Isabel it's not good for you to get upset…think of Zan" He whispered
"When the hell did this happen?" Max yelled looking at the passion and love reflected in his sister and friend's eyes "Is this about those dreams? Tess swore…"
"Max, Buzz off, Isabel needs to rest right now, we'll explain everything to you tomorrow." Michael said carrying a sobbing Isabel up the stairs to her room followed by her furious brother. He set her on her bed and pushed a strand of hair out of her face smiling at her, saying to her with out words that he was here for her, and it would all be ok.
"What were you two doing? Where did you go?"
"None of your business Max" Isabel said and with a flux of power pushed him out of the room and closed the door in his face, locking it securely.
Michael took off her shirt and went to her burrow pulling out a long nightshirt. He put it over her head
"I feel like a five year old" She mumbled laying down and cuddling with her pillow as the father of her unborn baby helped her out of he pants.
"Miss Independent, you are exhausted, were I too leave you alone, you would fall asleep with all your clothes on and be amazingly uncomfortable all night and have an even worse day tomorrow than it looks like its already turning out to be" She mumbled her confusion
"Just let me help you all right, then you can sleep" He said kissing her cheek
"Sleep" She purred hugging her pillow tighter. He shifted her in the bed, and pulled the covers up over her.
"Goodnight Isabel, I love you and I'll see you in the morning" he told her, but she was already asleep. He kissed her forehead and opened the door. Max was about to burst in yelling a screaming, but Michael put his hands up
"Shh she's asleep, let her be until morning, all right, occupy yourself with yelling at me for a while, all right?" He asked in a hushed voice
"What the hell is going on with you two?" He whispered yelled as they descended the stairs
"Max, I really don't want to tell you until she's here, I know she wants to tell you herself, all right? Suffice it to say…I love her Max, I truly love her" He grabbed a pillow and plopped down on the couch
"What do you think your doing?" Max asked
"Im not leaving her alone here with you and your temper. You'll wake her up and she needs to sleep"
"Me and my what, Michael this doesn't make any sense, last week you were in love with Maria…"
"No I wasn't, I was kidding myself. Maria and I were never ment to be, Max, listen its ok. Trust me."
"Where were you two?" Max asked calming down some and sitting on the love seat beside his friend.
"We went to the cliffs"
"the place where we were born, you mean? Did you find anything?"
"Nothing of value to you" Michael said
"I don't understand"
"Please Max, just wait until tomorrow. Im dead tired and frustrated to boot, just leave me alone, go sleep , and we'll see you in the morning" He said rolling over
Max looked suspiciously at the limp figure on his couch then up the stairs to the closed door of Isabel's room
"What the hell is going on?"