Michael let his eyes wander towards the curtain divider Is had placed between the two rooms. What was he gonna do with her.... she had been there since they made up, not really doing anything. Being overly cautious with each other, but she showed no signs of wanting to leave. He sat in wonderment for a few moments.... then smiled. Maybe he’’s try to push the envelope a bit... just to see where it would get him. *Yup... let’’s push her buttons... see where it gets me*
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BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
*Popcorn’’s done* The noise pulling her from where her thoughts were headed. *Good thing* she thought. Her mental pictures were beginning to teeter on the adult side. She was here...alone...with Michael... with no parental figures within walk-in rang... no friends suspecting anything... no FBI alien hunting teachers to cloud their thoughts... the setting was perfect...a little too perfect. She tensed as she poured the tabasco in the hot butter... Was she even ready for this??
She shook her head and laughed to herself *What am I thinking? Michael and I arn’’t even back together an hour and I am thinking about SEX?? This is silly, he’’s probably just glad he got all this off his chest and not even thinking about physical intimacy.*
"What’’s so funny in there?" She heard Michael call from the living room. "You have some other guy in there with you That knows how to make you laugh that I don’’t know about?"
She smiled and poured the butter over the popcorn. "Yup, and this one isn’’t an alien!!"
"Oh yeah, so you’’re playing the alien card again, are ya?" he continued to talk. "Bet you don’’t make him feel the same way you make me feel..."
She chuckled. "He says no contest. " she picked up the bowl from the counter and closed the microwave door. "And as for the way you make me feel there space boy? Ditto." She turned off the kitchen light, heading back into the living room.
She pulled back the curtain door and gasped.
Michael smiled as he stood from lighting the last candle. The room was aglow from the light of a few dozen candles scattered across the room. The televison was now off and Michael stood there looking almost angelic over the low light.
"Didn’’t think I was done throwing you curve balls for the evening, did ya?" He grinned and held out his hands to her. She laid down the bowl of popcorn atop the coffee table and took his hands.
She swallowed hard and sighed. "Michael... umm.... what’’s all this?" she looked around. He had taken the blanket from the couch and spread it on the floor, now under their feet. The candles strategically placed nowhere near the blanket... she suddenly had butterflies in her stomach and felt nervous.
He leaned in towards her and lightly kissed her, letting her ease. He pulled back, looking into her eyes and shrugged. "There was nothing on TV. I just thought we’’d dance."
For the umteenth time that evening, her jaw dropped. "Oh!.....You mean.... me... and you?"
He laughed... "Unless you wanted to return to your kitchen boy."
She poked his abs, surprised to find them defined more than ever and hard as a rock. "That would be kitchen MAN!" she responded smiling. Wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest, she continued. "And I think I am just fine right here..."
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Michael smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head lightly. "Good answer." he stated, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and sighing.
She shifted under him and gazed up into his eyes, the candlelight flickering in them. "There is one little problem though..." she stated straight-faced.
Michael looked up and around the room. He looked back at her, a shade of defeat passing through his eyes and he looked to the ground. "I know... it’’s not fantastic.... but it’’s the best I could come up with on such short notice. I actually thought it was gonna take you longer to forgive m....."
She silenced him with a light kiss, watching him as he gazed at her as their lips met. She pulled back and smiled. "No silly... everything is just perfect.... better than I ever could have managed, cause I have you." He smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her but she kept him at bay. " but what I WAS talking about, was the fact that I don’’t know about you, but I find it hard to dance without music..." She raised an eyebrow and jerked her chin towards the CD player on the other side of the room.
He chuckled and dropped his chin to his chest. Still keeping one arm around her slim waist he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "You know, I figured I would forget something."
"That’’s why you have me around...to keep you in line.." she was grinning ear to ear. * this is one night that I can honestly say I never saw coming*
"That’’s what you think," he chuckled as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Maria heard the whooshing sounds of the CD player and turned her head, just in time to hear the song begin... soft and sweet....
"You’’re using your powers properly is gonna take some getting used to." she looked at him curiously.
"It shouldn’’t... I was always most powerful when I was with you...I’’m just more focused now." he leaned in and kissed her forehead and placed his head next to hers and started to say to the music. He softly whispered the words in her ear as they moved...
"How can I believe that my heart would find someone like you? You see the real me. No in-betweens, I had nowhere to hide. You took away the walls around me. Made me feel safe to share my truth." He sang to her.
She pulled back as they moved and stared at him in awe. He smiled as the music continued.
*I see the heavens open
A heart that once was broken
Is holding nothing back
Now that I found you*
"Michael....?" She asked her question with no more words than his name.
He moved closer and captured her lips, entangling his hands in her hair. He pulled back. "Yeah... I heard it and all I could think about way...well... you. It fits the way I feel for you perfectly...not to mention all the cute little parts that match our situation quite nicely." He grinned down at her.
*You hold me like a prayer
And touch me everywhere
A lifetime just ain't enough
To love you true
Now that I found you
Now that I found you.*
She leaned in and rested her head against his. "I’’m glad you came to your senses there, Spaceboy. Cause I don’’t know how much longer I could have existed without this." She found his eyes. "I love you... or rather... I don’’t love you...err..." she pulled back, trying to figure how to say it properly. "I mean, I do love you... but moreso, ya know... like you were saying earlier..."
"Maria?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Stop babbling and kiss you?" She raised an eyebrow in response and smiled.
"Sounds like a good idea to me..." he said as he inched closer and his lips found hers in a sweet kiss.
*You believe we're meant to be
Our chemistry will last forever
And through the years we'll see some tears
We'll conquer fears
Together we will grow
Looking in your eyes they tell me
I'll no longer have to be alone
You, you see me
The real me
You believe in me
So glad that I found you*
Michael’’s lips grazed her neck and she whimpered. He smiled against her skin and continued along his journey.... kissing his way down to her cleavage when he pause for a moment... to see if she was okay with him continuing...
Just as he suspected, she lifted his head to hers from where he was headed. *Oh well,* he though. * I didn’’t get too far in pushing the envelope, but there’’s lots of time for this* He gathered his composure and looked her in the eyes and was taken a back by what he saw.
She looked scared, but only slightly, mixed with some other emotion that he had never seen in her eyes before, but it looked familiar. He just wasn’’t sure what emotion it was.
He cupped her head in his hands. "It’’s okay baby... I’’ll stop. We won’’t do anything that you don’’t want to."
She smiled back at him, the fear dissipating only slightly. "That’’s just the thing." She traced the outline of his lips with her finger. "I don’’t want you to stop..... and I don’’t wanna stop what is gonna happen. I want this."
He searched her eyes looking to see if she was joking.... if she was lying straight faced to him. But he knew she would never do that to him... not since the last time, with the flashes. He knew she was telling the truth...and he also knew what the familiar look was that he had seen in her beautiful eyes... want and passion. She was full to the brim with it for him and he knew she saw the same mirrored in his eyes.
She looked down and lead her fingers under the hem of the cotton t-shirt he had on... her eyes looking to him for approval. "You sure about this?" he asked, hoping this wasn’’t just another one of his many dreams about her. This time, it would be too cruel to wake him up from.
She leaned into him... pulling off his shirt and resting her hands on his chest. She rose her mouth up close to his ear and whispered. "I’’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire life, than I am with you and me."
And with that he turned his head and enveloped her in a passionate kiss, running is tongue along hers and letting the sensation fill them both. She let her nails graze slowly down his back. He shuddered * God the things she can do to me*
"Like that one did ya?" she mumbled against his mouth. She smiled and began kissing a trail of wetness down his neck. A slight moan escaped his lips as he felt her finger tips brush his nipple. She grinned up at him, an almost evil twinkle in her eyes as such encompassed it with her mouth and flicked it lightly with her tongue. He gasped at the feel of her mouth and his mind started racing. *The wonders of that tongue!*
In his trance, his hands found the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, almost chocking her. She pulled back laughing... "A little eager are we?"
"I’’m so sorry!" He exclaimed, all flustered, his hands rushing to her neck and smoothing it. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
She took his hands and giggled. "I am fine. But there are two things I have to tell you before we continue. First is that we have all night...and I don’’t wanna rush this so I think both of us just need to take a deep breath and calm down.." She inhaled deeply and Michael followed her lead.
"Okay," he said. "I’’m calm now...second thing?"
She grinned. "If you want some help, just ask for it." and with that she lifted her shirt over her head in one smooth liquid motion, revealing a pure white satin bra, her breasts peeking over the tops of the cups.
Michael’’s calmness disintegrated and his breath quickened, as he gazed at her chest and then back up to her face. She smiled widely... "Remember what I said about calm Michael..deep breaths."
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. *She’’s taking this very well... wonder how she is managing to stay so calm.*
*One step at a time. One step at a time. One step...* the words kept repeating in her head, but stopped suddenly. *My mantra has changed about 20 times tonight!! This is Michael... god he is beautiful... I’’m not gonna be able to keep myself composed for much longer*
Michael opened his eyes and found Maria staring at him, biting her bottom lip. God, he loved it when she did that! He hid a grin as he glanced again at her chest... he had explored her breasts before, but it was always through clothing, in the rush of a quick make out session. Now... he had all the time in the world. His hand moved up to the edge of where satin met flesh and his grin escaped as he watched her skin turn goose pimply at his touch. His finger ran along the edge as he stepped closer to her and she let out at ragged breath.
Laying his hand on the warmth of her back, his fingers continued along the cream colored skin of her shoulders, along the edge of the strap. His other hand drew circles on her back and he watched as her skin pimpled once again at his touch. She kissed him lightly and smiled as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She watched as the passion in his eyes shifted slightly... to a furrowed brow of determination. She giggled. "Need help?" She asked, biting her bottom lip to keep from bursting.
He stopped the fumbling and looked at her, leaning in and letting his lips just graze hers. "I think I can handle this one on my own Deluca." He pulled back. "This new?" He asked, flicking the strap slightly.
She looked down at her chest. "This one? No... if I had of known where tonight was gonna lead, I would have worn my new one, but this one isn’’t my best...why?"
"Just wondering...." he smiled mischievously. Maria gave him a questioning look as she felt his hands move slightly against her back.
The hold her white bra had on her chest suddenly gave way as she gasped. "You...you... didn’’t undo it??"
He smiled as he slid the straps off her shoulders, his eyes not wavering from hers. "I’’d prefer to conserve my energy..." his eyes finally strayed to her chest, letting his eyes soak up the creamy appearance of her breast. He inhaled deeply. "Cause something tells me it’’s gonna be a long night."
She smiled and leaned into him, pressing against his bare chest. "Really?? Long night?" she moved against him, causing the heat they generated together to smoulder and cause a light sweat to break out on Michael’’s brow. He watched her lips as she continued to speak."How long, there spaceboy?"
He smiled down at her, his growing hardness becoming almost unbearable. He seized her lips and caught her off-guard. She moaned against his mouth as she lowered herself to the blanket as he watched her lay back and hold her hands up to call him down with her.
"All you can promise you is this Maria..." He spoke softly as he seemingly floated to his knees and positioned himself next to her, lying on his side. "We’’ll take it slow..." He began drawing imaginary lines down her chest ever so lightly with his fingertips. ".... and we’’ll remember to breath..." he mimicked her again, this time blowing a soft cool breath over her bare chest. He grinned as he watched the effect he was having on her; her nipples hardening at his actions. His gaze returned to her eyes, which he now found closed as she focused on breathing deeply. He turned her head to him and she opened her eyes. "... and we’’ll make this a night we’’ll never forget." She smiled up at him and ran her hand down the side of his face. He was glad he remembered to shave before he went to see her.
In his gaze she saw so much love and desire she knew not to be scared; that he would take care of her. "I know we will Michael." she whispered.
"But Maria... you know.... it is okay to just.... like.... loose control every now and then."
She giggled at him and let her fingers run along his chest, savoring the feel. She wanted to remember every detail for years to come. "Well then rebel,.... I guess you’’re just gonna have to show me how to do that..."
He smiled down at her and began to inch towards her face. "With pleasure...." he suddenly felt her hand undoing the top button of his jeans and he swallowed hard and mumbled against her lips, "But you seem to being learning fine on your own..."