Author: Vix
Email: Vix_Chic@h...
Category: Funny/Romance/M&M
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Make up and making out are very different…
Spoilers: I’m not sure when I wrote this so I’m going to say up till Wipe
Out.
Disclaimers: If I owned them this is what would happen.
Author’s Note: Eavesdropping Benefits is the counter part to this that I
also suggest you read.
Isabel stormed into the Crashdown. It was three minutes till closing and no
one but Maria and Liz and probably Michael were still there, but she didn’t
care, she needed some ice cream.
“Hey.” Liz and Maria called from the bar where they were both studying
Biology.
“Ice cream.” Isabel said instantly.
Maria looked over at Liz then back to Isabel and turned to fetch the ice
cream.
“What’s a matter?” Liz asked as Isabel sat down beside her.
“Nothing.” Isabel growled out.
“Yeah, even I don’t believe that one.” Maria said dropping a huge ice cream
tube down in front of them. She handed both of the other girls a spoon.
“Max has decided he is depressed once again and is currently blaring
counting crows through my wall.” Isabel said reaching for the Tabasco sauce.
“You want to hear about my problems. It usually makes people feel better to
know someone else is also having a bad day.” Maria said scooping up another
spoon full of ice cream.
“Sure.” Isabel answered.
“I call Michael everyday, and he hasn’t returned one of my calls. He avoids
me in school and anywhere else he can, but when we were together he either
watched a hockey game or blared Metallic all the time. Come on we both know
which is worse to listen to all the way cranked up.” Maria said eating
another scoop of cookie dough.
Michael’s lips started moving but nothing came out. He was glad he had
decided to not walk out right a way, but instead listen in on their little
ice cream POW wow.
“But his kissing made up for his music taste.” Maria said a blush coming to
her cheeks.
“Didn’t need to know that.” Isabel said with a disgusted look on her face.
“Max was a good kisser, too.” Liz said tucking her hair behind her ear with
one hand.
“Michael is probably better than Max.” Maria said blushing even redder.
“I doubt that.” Liz said eating another bite.
Isabel sat and listened to them.
“No, I’m serious Liz. What Michael lacked in… everything he definitely made
up for with his kisses. I mean he probably couldn’t write a poem to save his
life, right?” Maria looked from one girl to the other.
They both nodded in agreement.
“Well when he kissed me he told me things he could have never said.” Maria
said getting a wistful look on her face.
“Max could do that with one long look, you know? He could just look at me
and I’d melt instantly. I think I studied his eyes more than my school work
last year.” Liz said getting the same look on her face.
“I studied Michael’s mouth more than anything.” Maria said grinning.
Instantly Isabel shivered out of pure nausea.
“Yeah that and the Eraser Room.” Liz said laughing a little.
“Yeah, but who got caught?” Maria asked making her friend blush harder.
“Not my fault.” Liz protested.
“Then whose fault was it?” Maria asked scooping up more ice cream.
“Max’s” Liz said instantly.
“I heard it was your moaning that got you two caught.” Isabel said smiling
as she licked her spoon clean.
“But he was the reason I was moaning.” Liz explained.
“Well, duh. I would hope so.” Maria said laughing at her friend’s obvious
discomfort.
“Like you haven’t been known to moan a few things?” Liz asked wanting the
attention to instantly be taken off of her.
“Yes, as I recall when Topolsky came back to warn us, we found you two doing
some heavy making out and Michael was doing some major ‘explorage’.” Isabel
said pouring Tabasco sauce over her spoon.
“That’s why you knock.” Maria said her face turning a funny rose color.
“We did.” Liz said and this made Maria blush even harder.
“Well like I said Michael is a very good kisser.” Maria offered bring the
container of ice cream up to her face to cool down her cheeks.
“What’s you favorite thing about Michael?” Liz asked.
Instantly Isabel eyes widened, she so didn’t want to here the answer to this
one.
“One? I like a lot of things about him. I like his lips and hands, and I
like how he knows where and how I want to be touched and kissed. I like how
it feels to be wrapped up in his arms. I even like his dysfunctional hair.”
Maria said putting the ice cream back on the counter.
“What do you like most about Max?” Maria asked.
“I love the feel of his hands on my body, and I love the way his eyes can
tell me everything in his heart.” Liz said quietly.
“You do know you both made me kind of sick, right?” Isabel asked putting her
finger in her mouth and faking gagging noises for effect.
“Yeah, well Isabel they might be your brothers but they’re the loves of our
lives.” Maria said putting the top on the ice cream and setting it aside.
“Yeah, yeah. You know I love how Alex’s fingers weave through my hair and
how his breath tickles my…”
“Don’t you dare even say anything of that nature.” Liz cut her off.
“That is the most disgusting thing ever.” Maria threw in.
Isabel just laughed and stood up.
“Bye.” Isabel said as she exited the crashdown.
“Bye.” Liz and Maria called.
“I’m going up stairs to start dinner, you want me to do anything before I
go?” Liz asked picking up her homework.
“No, I can handle it.” Maria said to her and started to wipe down the
counters.
Liz walked towards the door leading to the back room, “Don’t forget to put
up the ice cream.” With that she opened the door.
Michael was glad he had decided to hide behind the couch when he did.
“Night Lizzie.” Maria called out before walking over to the counter and
picking up the tub of cookie dough and walking towards the door Liz had just
disappeared through.
As soon as she entered the back room someone grabbed her from behind and
twirled her around.
Before she could scream Michael’s lips were on hers, devouring them at
lighting speed. His hands ran down her arms and wrapped around her waist.
The ice cream tube fell to the floor forgotten. Maria hands were immediately
in his hair intertwining them through his soft locks.
He picked her up and her legs wrapped firmly around his hips. He carried
her that way till they reached to couch. He lowered her never breaking
contact for a second. Soon he followed her down.
His hands were roaming up and down her rib cage and in her hair and on her
face.
He was everywhere, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.
He started to kiss her neck and run his soft, moist lips across her
collarbone. He came back across gently breathing on it sending chills down
her back. Then he took a small piece of skin in his mouth and began to
nibble lightly at it.
She moaned and he smiled. He brought his head back up to hers and opened his
mouth to say something, but it was her turn.
Her tongue was tracing every single part of his mouth. He doubted that there
was a crevice in his mouth that she hadn’t explored. He moaned into her
mouth as her hands started bring his closer to her own even though he
doubted that too was possible, not that it mattered to either of them.
After quiet a few unsuccessful attempts to pull away from her he had finally
managed it.
He lifted his head to look down at her. He took in her tousled appearance.
Her lips were even more swollen than usual. He stuck out a shake finger and
traced them.
They were still warm and moist; they were like that cause of him. Her hair
was going every where and it was like that cause of him. She was gently
gasping for air, cause of him. Her eyes still had that dazed, passionate
expression on them.
He ran his hand across her cheek and cupped her face gently, “Do you really
like my hair?”
She smiled at him and he laughed a little before lowering his lips back down
to hers.
The End