Maria stood behind the counter, rubbing her back occasionally as she filled out orders and looked out for the arrival of her friends, most especially Liz whose shift at the dinner didn't start for another ten minutes.
She was having the most disturbing dreams since they had come back from the village.
Ones where Micheal and them weren't the aliens, but she and her friends were.
In them she saw herself fighting, in what could only be described as quite fabulous clothes which seemed to emphasis all of her attributes. Strangely enough, her hair was black, she thought. She had never even given thought to the colour, but maybe she should look into it.
Even more strange to her, was that Liz was fighting along side her.
As the bell rang signalling order up, she shook the notions from her head and focused in the job at hand. She'd talk to Liz later.
As she was heading for the back, to get her orders, she heard the bell over the door ring, and looking back noticed Max, Micheal, Isabel and Tess come through the door, Liz obviously haven gone around back to get changed into her uniform.
Given Micheal a look that said 'I'll be with you in a minute' she grabbed her order and delivering it to the people who wanted it, she went through the singing doors, and grabbing her jeans and white tank top, she headed for the bathroom to get changed.
Once that was done, she splashed some water on her face, and then cursed. Feeling around her hairline, she noticed that it was becoming bumpy. Probably spots she thought, outraged.
Why could she avoid them in her early teenage years and then suddenly get them when she had nearly reached the grand old age of twenty.
Grabbing a red scarf from her locker, she tied it around her hair like a hair band, making sure it covered the spotty reed area, and dumping her hideous green uniform into her locker, rubbed her lips with Vaseline before going out into the restaurant. Going behind the counter, she grabbed five glasses and filling a hug with cola, walked over to the 'pod squad's' table. Setting the drink down, she pushed Micheal in with her hip, and sitting down, smiled at them "So what's new?"
Maria let the conversation after that flow over her in a claming wave. Even if they were aliens, they had normal lives to live, and the talk about dances and clubs soothed the less adventurous side of her while her other side called for new experiences that being with Micheal she always got.
Feeling his muscular legs beside hers she found herself wondering what he would look like in only a towel. She was ashamed to admit but she hadn't even seen him without his top on, although his arms hinted at something that was quite remarkable.
Rubbing her legs together, she touched His leg by accident and felt it tense.
This could be interesting, she wondered how far she could go before he stopped her.
Tensing slightly, she wondered what had gotten into her lately. All she seemed to want to do was jump Micheal. Granted he didn't know about it, but that was just because she had really, she stressed the word in here mind, really good control.
She imagined her self shrugging her shoulders, as if to say why not go with the flow, and smiling so slightly that those at the table thought she was just agreeing with what they were saying, she laid her left hand, which had been resting on her leg, on Michael's.
If anything, she summarised, it got tenser, and squeezing gently, what she found caused a gasp to fly through her mind. The guy was as hard as steel and so warm…. damn she thought taking a sip of the cola, wishing she had put ice in it.
Taking a peak at him from the corner of her eye, she noticed that his eye was twitching slightly, and moving her hand experimentally up his leg she watched as the twitch got more pronounced, until she felt him tense and knew he was about to look at her to demand what she was doing when Max's voice interrupted her thought stream.
"Micheal, what's wrong with your eye?"
His voice husky and sounding slightly strained to her sensitive ears, he answered, "Nothing, I just have an itch I can't scratch." reaching under the tale she could read his intention to grab her hand and standing up quickly she grabbed her glass and gesturing to her drink. "I'm going to get some ice, anyone want some?"
When all she got was negative shakes of their heads, she ignored Micheal and turning walked slowly to the back, forcing her legs in front of her to walk slowly.
Once back there she dropped her drink on a table and rushing to her locker. Grabbing her cedar oil, she dragged in a breath to stop her pounding heart.
Banging her head once on the metal door, she mumbled underneath her breath, "Just what the hell was happening to her body?" She hadn't felt like jumping Michael's bones this much since the heat wave back when they hadn't really known each other all that well and all they did was make out, continuously.
Smirking, she shook her head, happy. They were good time, she thought, maybe that was what was happening again. Her body was telling her a heat wave was coming, and for her to grab Micheal before anyone else did. It was amazing how any people had grabbed someone else just for that period. She had known people that had gotten together just because there was a heat wave and it was something to do that didn't involve too much exercise, which caused you to sweat. Well, she amended that thought, doing something that most often was better done, with skimpy clothes on.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when the door opened again, and Micheal came in. In fact she didn't notice anyone was there until she was grabbed from behind and pulled against a hard, muscular body, nicely formed, a slightly hairy nicely formed muscular arm wrapping tightly around her waist, almost lifting her from the ground, while the other lay walked up over her breasts, to her neck, turned her head to the side, so he could rest his head comfortably in the crook between her shoulder and her neck.
As he spoke, Maria could feel the deep rumble of his chest against her back.
"Just what the hell did you think you were doing back there?"
she smiled at the rough sound of his voice, pushing her butt more firmly into the curve of his hips.
"Trying to get your attention."
Rubbing a hand against her neck slowly, gently, he left a trail of heat down her neck, tingling in its wake.
"Well you have it. What are you going to do about it?" His voice was questioning, and she knew he has something in mind.
"Whatever you want, space boy!"
He stopped touching her for a second, and Maria felt it all the way down to her bones. While she waited for his answer, her back began t itch, and rubbing her back against his front, she unknowingly set Michaels blood racing.
Feeling parts of himself getting harder, he let her go reluctantly. He had made sure they never went that far, there was no telling what a child of an alien and human would be like and he didn't intent to be the first to find out.
"Just get me some ice please?"
Maria turned around quickly, starring at him shocked. And she let her emotions rule, not even thinking about what she was saying or how it could come out sounding.
"Micheal Guerin, you fucking tease." Pointing her finger at his Micheal knew she was angry but strangely he thought he could actually see her hair start to move on its own accord in time to an invisible wind. It was damn weird, he thought to himself, and he had seen plenty or weird things in his lifetime in Roswell.
Because of his fascination with the movement of her hair, he failed to see her get her really pissed look, and so it was with shock that he found himself thrown on the couch with a pissed Maria straddling his thighs.
Looking dazed, he tried to focus on the distance from the lockers to the couch and blinked in shock, he must really have been in a daze if he had thought Maria had thrown him that distance. More then likely, he had tripped and she had used it to her advantage to push him the rest of the way, he told himself.
His mind finding fault with his logic, his brain stopped working when Maria latched onto his lips with a hungry greed that more then matched his own hunger for her.
Every time with her was like a first, and Micheal didn't think, at the rate they were going, that he was ever going to tire of her
Resting his hands on her hips, he pushed up the back of her shirt to feel her ultra soft skin, rubbing up and down softly, puling her closer, the back of her jeans slipped down a small bit and as Micheal was feeling her back he came across the scabs that were forming. Touching them softly, he smiled against her lips. This was one thing he could do for her.
Rubbing his thumb over her cut, he let energy course from him to her, using his energy to heal her cuts. He knew it had worked when he rubbed over her skin again and could find no scabs.
Focusing his mind on the matter at hand, he smiled against her lips, pulling her more firmly against him and flipping her so that she was lying on the couch, him, resting between her legs.
Smiling against her lips, he eased back, looking at her face to make sure he wasn't to heavy, oblivious to where they were and how much human traffic that area got daily.
Winding her arms around his neck, Maria pulled him down towards her whispering against his lips "Much better!" before grabbing his lips and plunging her tongue into the deep recesses of his mouth, searching for his answer to a question neither were willing to ask of each other.
They didn't even part when the door opened again, but they did part when they heard the strangled "Oh dear god, I did not need to see that!" the voice was obviously female, and as Maria peered over Micheal's shoulder, as he rested his head in the crook of her neck, occasionally placing teasing kisses there designed to distract her, and which Liz couldn't see thanks to the length of her hair and his, she smirked mockingly.
"Liz you are my dearest friend, so I will overlook what you said. Instead I will remind you about the many times I have walked in on you and…" she didn't even have to continue, Liz and swung around into the dinner before she had been half way through her talk.
Raising her hips to press teasingly against his, she mock scowled "Well that was mean, walking away before I had even finished my sentence."
He pressed against her, leaning his head firmly against hers. Breathing out slowly to try and brink down his heart rate, he smiled sadly "I guess this is not the place to do something like this."
Maria matched his facial expression, "yeah, I suppose so."
Her face was so sad, that Micheal had to do something to stop her thinking, leaning in he kissed her ruby red lips softly, taking bit size small nips from her lips, leaving her wanting more.
Just as she was reaching down to pull down his head impatiently, another voice interrupted them.
Blowing impatiently through her lips, she scowled at the guy standing in the door.
Pushing gently against Michael's shoulders, she swung her legs over the couch and grabbing her bag from the table, lightly kissed Micheal on the lips, whispering in his ear "You were right." Leaving him in a shocked state. As she walked past Max, she reached around and using her bag, whacked Max in the back of the head, angrily. Max pitched forward shocked, turned eyes rounded in even more shock, his alien sensitive ears picked up pieces of what she was saying as she continued on lout the front door, mumbling
"Damn aliens and their whatever's, always interrupting people when its getting to the fun stuff…. Its like they have an inbuilt radar so I wont have any fun… what I would give just to string him up of a hill with a string tied to his…" the door whooshed closed behind her, and Max barely stopped himself from feeling below his waist just to make sure everything was still there. He didn't even have to see her face to know she was grinning maliciously through the threat part of her speech, imagining her threat and obviously finding great enjoyment from it.
Turning to the still shocked Micheal, he managed to croak out "that girl is crazy! With a capital CRAZY"
Micheal
nodded, still shocked. "She admitted I was right?" what was in it
for her to admit he was right?
Max had to wonder the same thing.
But if the woman actually admitted a guy was right, then in his books
that girl was definitely crazy, more then crazy in his books.
Following Max out, Micheal listened as Max told him how Isabel had had a vision about a place and they were going to go and see if they could find it. It was only going to be a weekend trip so nobody would become suspicious. But they weren't going to take Maria and Liz in case that arose any suspicions. Their parents hadn't been very trusting since Sheriff Valenti had found them in a motel.
Making the arrangements, Micheal listened to Max with only one ear, his mind wondering where Maria had disappeared to and weather they would see each other again before they left.
Even though he didn't like it, Maria was getting further and further under his skin, to such an extent that he wondered if he got the chance to go back to Antar, would he be able to leave her?
As Maria drove her car into her garage, she felt a pull in her stomach. Damn she thought, checking the date, they were early.
Jumping out of the car, she grabbed her bag and taken her keys from her bag, she was just about to insert her keys into the back door, which faced away from the main road, and looked over a wide expanse of desert, no houses in site, to ruin the view, when a force lifted her up and pushing her against the wall, her limbs spread eagle, she let out a blood curdling high pitch A ABOVE C scream, and was surrounded in a blinding white light, disappearing from sight. The only sign she had ever been there, her brown leather bag and the keys still stuck half way turned in the doorway.
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