From the Darkness

Chapter 5

Free

By: Aireonna

Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell. I do own this story though.

A/N: I am so very sorry for the long delay. I didn't have a computer for 5 years… and could only update when was around one. I now have a laptop finally, so it shouldn't be a problem any more. Here is the long awaited next chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Maria took one last gulp of air, calming herself before she stepped out of the shower. Grabbing the towel she had placed on the counter, she wrapped it around her small form and stepped from the bathtub.

Walking over to the vanity, she wiped her hand across the fogged up mirror and sighed at her image. She looked like hell.

Her long curly locks cascaded over her shoulders, dripping their wetness down her bare back. Her eyes were less poofy now, but still held a faint dark ring around them. Casting her gaze downwards upon her new wound, she bit her lip. The bandage was full of blood once more, it was time to change it.

She had never been one for cleaning her wounds, which is ironic since she caused so many.

"You okay in there Maria?" Michael's voice was soft from the other side of the door. He rapped his fingers lightly across the door frame, causing Maria to jump slightly.

A small smile formed upon her pouty lips.

"Fine." She spoke gently, turning towards the door. Stupid her had forgotten to bring clothes into the bathroom while she showered. Now she was doomed to face the cause of all her problems in a towel once again.

Grabbing the knob, she turned slowly and stepped back knowing Michael was on the other side.

Michael gripped his hands at his sides. His eyes basking in Maria's beauty, his skin itching to feel hers one more time. Inhaling deeply, he fought for control over his urge to take her right there. Her body still sent his mind into over-drive and made his blood boil.

Maria couldn't help but chuckle softly, his thoughts becoming very obvious.

"Let's keep it PG spaceboy." Winking, Maria blew a kiss. She didn't know why but she found the sudden urge to tease him. Flirting wasn't always her forte, but this was Michael, everything changed when it came to him.

Michael smiled in return, his cheeks tainting pink dimly.

"So mind reading is one of your other new found traits?" His voice was concerned yet traced with want.

Stepping forward, she placed her small hand on his chest. He wore a tight green short sleeved shirt, plain yet so Michael. Letting her fingers trace along his muscles that bore through the fabric, she hummed softly. This made it very hard to concentrate. His hard lean form against her soft.

"Not exactly. It comes and goes. More like Ah can only make out glimpses, flashes of what ya are thinkin'. It's a lot easier when the subject is frustrated, many thoughts flashin at once. But for some reason, with you, it seems to be happenin' more often. Ah can sense your need…" pushing herself closer to him, she decided to be brave, "your want…."

Licking her dry lips, she found her eyes glancing up into his.

Michael's breath caught in the back of his throat, his chest tightening under her touch. His heart beat quickened, his blood racing to his loins. It was insane how easily she still got to him even after so long.

"Maria…" His voice was husky, his eyes lacing over with lust. He wanted her, there was no denying that.

"Mmm, you know you are tha only one who really calls me that. Ah barely even hear my name anymore. Around here, I'm known as 'Ria." Standing on her tip toes, she traced her tongue across his closed lips. Her body screamed, wanting more of this god-like figure before her. She could feel his hardened member pressing against her abdomen.

This only made her push forward more. It gave her a sense of pride knowing even though they hadn't been together in so long, she still had this affect on him.

Michael growled lowly in his throat, her tongue sending sensations to his brain and throughout his body that he had so long forgotten.

His hands found themselves upon her plump behind, gripping roughly, pulling her closer to him.

"Maria, I'm warning you now…" His tone was now demanding, his eyes glossy and chest heaving, finding each moment harder and harder to breath.

It was as if her very blood was calling to him, driving him mad.

This was all so new to him. Never before had she drove him this far so quickly. In the back of his mind he knew it had something to do with her new found powers. It was like his alien half needed her, needed to make her his, to make her tremble beneath him.

"Oh really now? You don't scare me spaceboy." Kissing his hard lips softly, she let her hands dance their way up and around his neck, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

Michael groaned, biting back the urge to moan.

"We won't be going anywhere if you keep that up." He flashed her a smile, his lips kissing her forehead softly.

And then it all stopped.

Maria pushed herself from his grasp quickly, her eyes widening. It was as if she was sleeping and was now awake, her body not under her control. Inhaling and exhaling she walked around him swiftly, grabbing clothing from her closet.

Michael stood baffled. His mind couldn't process what had just happened. One minute their fine, more than fine. And the next it was back to square one.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't myself just then." Her voice was harsh, full of hurt.

This confused him, his brow crossing in frustration.

"Maria, you can't keep pushing me away. I am not leaving you alone, never again will I do that." Balling his hands into fists, he fought against his anger, calming himself. This was Maria, he couldn't allow her to push him over the edge. It's funny how still he found himself powerless against her. Someone with powers that no human could ever imagine, powers that over the years he had learned to control. Yet here, in front of her, he lost all of that control.

Bowing her head, she dropped her towel from her form.

Her heart pounded in the back of her throat, knowin that tears were trying to escape from her emerald eyes once more. She hadn't cried in years, yet in front of Michael, she was a weeping baby.

Michael found himself unable to breath. Scars tainted her beautiful skin, slashes bubbled up, marking their way down her slender back. They were faint, not very large, but visible.

His eyes fell upon her lower back, just above her butt, black calligraphy tattooed across her white flesh.

"Free."

He read aloud.

"Maria…" The tattoo hit him hard, like after all this time that one word brought forth a realization he wasn't familiar with.

After all these years, after everything she was put through, Maria only wanted to be free. Free from everything. From Ronald who probably still haunted her mind. Free from him who had broken her heart many times over. Free from her mother whose addiction only killed a part of Maria every day. Free from herself.

"Don't pity me. Ah don't need it…"

"You pretend to be so strong, like you can take on the world. You can't Maria. You only confirm that for me more and more with each second we spend together. You are broken..." He found his heart breaking for her.

Maria's eyes widened at his words. Before she could protest, her legs collapsed from under her, her form crumbling to the ground. Sobs wracked her body, tears streaming down her face once more.

Childish.

Helpless.

Worthless.

Weak.

Her mind echoed with these words.

Screaming in agony, she threw her head backwards, allowing the pain to finally topple over the bottle that she had been filling up for so long.

Michael's knees gave way, crawling forward, halting behind her and wrapping his arms protectively around her shuddering shoulders.

Her flesh was cold against his. The water still leaving her body moist from her shower. Pulling her roughly against him, he began rocking back and forth with Maria now in his lap.

Running his right hand up and down her back, his left tousling through her long curly locks. He didn't care that she was dripping wet against his dry clothing. She needed him. He needed her.

Her arms weaved themselves once more around his neck, her face snuggling at the nape. Her tear stained cheek rubbed against her shoulder, her sobs lessening.

"Michael…" She sobbed.

Michael only continued his rocking, refusing to let her go. His mind reveled in the feel of her fragileness against him. Like he could break her any second, she was so small. Trailing kisses again and again across the top of her head, he leaned backwards, his hands finding the sides of her face to bring her gaze to his.

"Maria listen to me."

Gasping for air, she found it hard to breath and cry at the same time. Nodding her head obediently, she tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"We will make it through this. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You have been doing this all by yourself for so long now. I had Max and Is at all times, even if I was an ass and tried to isolate myself. I have never truly been alone. I envy you for having the will to even try."

Her eyes were like pools of green, drowning him in their depths. He found himself leaning forward, his lips searching for hers in a frenzy.

Maria didn't fight it, she couldn't.

His lips found hers hungrily, devouring them instantly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pushing their lips closer, her body craving more of him.

Michael's hands trailed up and down her backside, burning to the touch, destroying any memory of Ronald from her mind. All she could think of was his touches, his fingers taking away all the pain, erasing everything but him. Her skin tingled beneath their hunt.

His hands stole her breath away, driving her mind into a madness, craving more and more with each touch.

"Michael." She moaned into his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

She turned herself in his lap, her legs wrapping tightly around his weight, straddling him.

Her head fell backwards as his lips detoured from her lips, trailing hungry kisses down her jaw line, tracing over her jugular and down her neck. Nipping at her earlobe, his right hand became lost in her long hair, gripping a handful of the soft strands.

Maria began grinding against him, her hips taking on a mind of their own. Her blood boiled, calling out to him. She needed him, every inch of him, right now. She couldn't stand this, his clothing was a barrier between them. Her bare breasts strained against his shirt fabric, the roughness teasing her nipples, hardening them instantly.

She could feel him hard, straining against the jeans that tortured her. Grinding her core against him roughly, she threw her head back releasing a loud and husky moan. His hardness was like heaven against her inner thighs. A fire began burning within her core, seeping itself between her thighs, finding its way into her hot sex. She began growing moist with each grind, her heart beating rapidly against her rib cage.

"God Michael…"

Her moans were like music to his ears. He could feel her heat between her legs, her thighs becoming tighter around his waist. He closed her eyes tight, his jeans becoming restraints against his hardened member. He needed to remove them, now.

Kissing her once more, he traced his fingers down her sides gently, enjoying the creaminess that was Maria.

He knew he could fuck her right now, right this second. Fuck her like it was all that he was meant to do. Drive her over the edge over and over again, as he drove himself in and out of her hot sex. He knew she would scream his name, beg for more, and never allow him to stop until they both were trembling in ecstasy.

But logic kicked in. He knew this wasn't the right moment. He could smell the blood from her arm, fresh against the old bandages. He knew she wasn't ready, her mental state wasn't healthy.

They had a lot to work out, to figure out together. Making love to her like he wanted to just wasn't the answer right now. Even if her grinding against his hard cock was something he wanted more of, as he pounded into her over and over.

Biting his lip, he drew in a deep breath and placed his hands firmly on her hips, stopping her ministrations.

"Maria, listen to me very carefully."

His alien screamed at him, battling for control. He was so close from taking what was his. Making Maria realize just how much she meant to him, how she belonged to him. How each inch of her body drove him mad, leaving him wanting nothing but her.

She moaned once more, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

"Maria, as much as I want to throw you down and take you right now, we can't. This isn't us. Well, of course its us. But our blood is demanding each other. It's not your fault, its mine. Our powers want to claim each other, to mate." His breathing was ragged and rough, his mind not really processing his words.

Maria stopped herself, nodding her head. Even though it angered her, she knew he was right. She could feel it the moment she touched him. Something took control, pulling her into him. Making her want to claim him that instant.

It was an animalistic instinct that she was not familiar with.

"Now you become a gentleman… how quant."

Smirking, Michael kissed the tip of her nose. His hands never left her skin, the feeling of her still gratifying.

"You don't know what you do to me. I have no control around you…over anything."

Maria brought her eyes to meet his.

"You are my control…" His voice was soft, his breath cool against her face.

"You are my freedom…" Her words left her mouth before she could register what they meant.

A/N: Omg! I finally have updated!! Don't hurt me… I know that was so beyond evil for an update… I am such a tease I know. But it is way to early for such things. That's just a taste for what's to come. I hope you enjoyed!!