unspoken desire

Moans escaped their throats as their kiss grew more passionate. Michael softly stroke her hips, while her fingers roamed over his back. Nipping at her bottom lip, his tongue entered her mouth swirling around hers, deepening the kiss. Eventually they broke apart as the need for air-filled their lungs, resting their forehead against each other. Neither wanting to let go. Liz fingertips softly stroke the back of his neck. Michael's hand slowly run up and down her left site making her shiver. Staring into each others eyes, lost in their own thoughts as their breathing return to normal.

They didn't need words to know what the other was feeling. There was this unspoken raw need between them, a burning desire. Like a flickering flame in the darkness. His lips closed upon hers again, hearts beating irregular, hammering against their chest. The kiss grew more intense this time, arousing them. Panting heavily, moaning, hips grinding, hands roaming roughly over each others body's as the need for skin against skin became unbearable.

Michael pushed his hard member against her hot core as he pressed her further into the bed. Their kissing became more heated by the second. Only tearing apart when the overwhelming need for oxygen became too much. Groaning, Liz rocked her hips against his. The need to feel him was too intense for her to bear. It was like an invisible force turned their touches and kisses into pure addiction. Screaming out in ecstasy.

Liz awoke with a start. Hey body covered in sweat, feeling her hot arousal like her skin was on fire. Realizing it was just a very steamy dream, she breathed out in relief. Liz decided she needed a shower, even if it was the middle of the night.

Hot water streamed down on her. She could still feel him, everywhere. His kisses, his touches, his breath on her skin. Him pressed against her feeling his hard member. The memories seem so real, if she wouldn't know any better she would have sworn it really happened. A part of her wished they were real, while another longed to feel his lips again. Get a grip on yourself Parker. She told herself, while trying to figure out where this was all coming from.

Feeling her hot breath on his neck, Michael captured her lips hungrily. Devouring her with his hot tongue. His hand found her breast kneading it, making her squirm under his touch. Feeling his arousal he pushed his hips into her. He loved the feeling of her legs wrapped around his waist. Their mouths ripped apart in pleasure as he pushed is hard cock into he wet core.

Liz groaned his name the harder, deeper and faster he trusted into her. He nails scratched his back as if she was trying to hold on. He didn't knew where it was coming from but he was literally addicted to her. Michael never felt such an intense connection, not even with his kind. Breathing heavily, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, nipping, biting, licking, making her, his. Screaming out her name in ecstasy.

Michael, much like Liz was yanked from his sleep. Body covered in sweat, pulse beating fast. He was very aware of his aroused state as he made his way into the bathroom for a cold shower. What the hell was wrong with him? Since when had kissing Liz or anyone for that matter such effect on him?

Turning on the shower, Michael let the cold water cool his burning skin. He could still feel her legs wrapped around him. Her breath on his lips and her nails on his sore back. Wait sore back? He tried to get a glimpse. What the ...?

Both Liz and Michael were suffering from the after shock of their dreams. The night before had been confussing enough. They had kissed yet again, but with much more wanted need. They didn't knew how long they had been occupied until Liz's dad had knocked on door to check on her for the night, before turning to bed. The situation quickly turned awkward so Michael left, saying they would talk in the morning. Mr. Parker had looked at them odd, but didn't say anything. After reassuring her dad that everything was ok, sleep overtook her immediately. That was until the dream had woken her in the middle of the night.

Michael came into work earlier than usual, wanting to talk to Liz. Liz was up in her room getting ready for breakfast before people would start coming in. Michael was about to knock when she open the door, just to bump into his chest.

"Uff." she knew instantly who it was.

"I'm sorry." the both said.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Uncomfortable silence filled the room. Michael and Liz tried to avoid to look at the other. Afraid their dream would betray them. When their eyes finally looked, desire filled them. Unconsciously drifting closer until their lips meet in a soft kiss. Michael arms instantly went around her waist pulling her closer. Liz hands went to the back of his neck.

Flashes of each others dream flashed before their eyes. Moaning Liz's head fall back, giving Michael access to her neck. Nipping at her collarbone, one hand cupped her breast, kneading it through the thin material of her shirt. Squirming beneath him, her hands went to his chest, under his shirt. At the sudden contact of skin against skin, an electricity went through them causing them to jump apart, breathing heavily.

Neither looking at the other, as they tried to calm their breathing. They were also very aware of the others aroused state. Trying to make sense of the dream, the received flashes and the sudden desire between them.

"So it wasn't a dream?" Liz asked hardly above a whisper.

"I guess not." he took a step towards her. He stretched out his hand to pull her hair back. Liz jump slightly.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. May I?" he asked wanting to see if the mark, he left on her in his dreams, was still there. Liz nodded her head. His fingertips lightly caressed the purple mark on her neck, making her shiver. "Sorry about that."

"I didn't even noticed." Liz said touching it.

"Do you want me to?" Realizing what he was asking she shock her head.

"No it's ok you don't have to."

Why the hell did I say that? What if Max or Maria see it. God I can't think straight around him anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Without a word Michael's hand was back on her neck, making her tremble under his touch. It only took a second thought. His fingertips lingered longer than they had to as they brushed against her soft skin.

"That's better." he said pulling his hand back. "We wouldn't want the others to see it and asked questions, right?"

Was he reading minds now?

"Right! Thanks."

They desperately needed to talk. Not just about the kisses they shared the night before, but about the dreams they had. The only problem was how? They had gone from not really talking to being friends, followed by kissing in a blink of on eye. That alone was a lot to handle emotionally, but sex dreams, too? This was too much for either one of them.

They came to a silent understanding that they would continue this later. Michael had to get ready for work while Liz at this point was starving. She really needed breakfast.

Their body's however were another story. They longed so bad for one another, that even the simplest touch set them on fire. The invisible force seem to pull them together yet again. Sneaking secret glances, fingers brushing against the other as the need within them grew. Liz and Michael jumped somewhat every once in a while, when the feeling became to intense. However all that didn't got unnoticed by Kyle and Tess who shared confused looks every now and then.

By the time Max and Maria had shown up, with the rest of their friends, Liz was already gone. Michael just hoped he would get through his shift without a hitch. Since Liz returned upstairs, so she didn't have to deal with the exe's, his body heat had increased. The desire, need and want ache at his body, desperate for relief.

Liz wasn't having much luck either. It was like the further apart they were, the louder her body screamed for him. This is getting ridiculous. I wished I knew what was happening to me. Why is my body reacting in such a way? Suddenly Liz remembered what happened with Max. The physical pain she felt when he was near her. Something was definitely wrong. She needed to talk to Michael. And if her luck would have it, probably to the rest of the alien club too.

Shock filled her eyes when she saw her reflection in the mirror, green light was shooting through her body. Liz didn't even notice the opening of her bedroom door until she heard someone gasping. Michael, Tess and Kyle stood in the doorway, looking at her in utter shock.

"Oh my god Liz." All they could do was stare at her. Shushing them into the room Liz closed the door, their plans long forgotten.

"Guys what is happening to me?" she asked in panick.

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