Author: Vix
Email: Vix_Chic@h...
Rating: PG
Category: Maria POV
Summary: read it and find out
Disclaimers: I own nothing, except the pain that fueled this fic.
Spoilers: Nothing really touches down on the new season but just to be safe
I’m going to go with everything up until Surprise.
Feed Back: GIMMM GIMME GIMME
Maria trudged into her room quickly tossing her things violently at her
desk, half of them missing and falling to the floor. She didn’t even bother
to turn on the lights.
She threw herself down on her bed not taking off her coat or shoes. She
silently reached for the radio as she had done many nights before; the soft
sound of Counting Crows filled the air.
She turned over in her bed to stare at the ceiling. She kicked off her
platforms and shrugged off her jacket. Next was her shirt then her skirt.
She pressed the repeat button on the stereo and Color Blind started to loop,
like always.
‘He loves me. He loves me so much; he tore my heart out and did the tango on
it. All I want is him. I want to spend the night in his arms molding my body
to his; I want to feel his body’s warmth wrap me up like a blanket. I want
to wake up to him nuzzling my neck. I want to wake him up by kissing on his
ears, or neck, or nose even. I want what every girl wants, I want love.’
‘No matter what kind of twisted sense of comprehension he claims to have, it
is beyond wrong. I don’t know how to tell him this but girls don’t want
little houses and little fences with 2.5 children and a dog. Some might, but
when you boil everything down to facts, all girls want are guys that loves
them and to love their guys in return.’
‘The only thing I can think of doing right now is taking Michael by the face
a making his full lips swollen with my own. I want to put my arms around him
and whisper sweet nothings into his ears. I want him to do the same, I want
him to run his long skilled fingers through my hair and I want him to pull
my head into the crook of his neck, and just breathe me in, just take in who
I am in a sense. I want to be able to walk up to him in public and look him
in the eyes and kiss him. Not because I like attention, which Michael would
probably argue with, but because I would be proud to have him be mine, and
only mine.’
‘ I want him to wake me up at three in the morning just to tell me he loves
me. Just knowing he couldn’t wait till morning to tell me that I am the only
one that could ever consume his heart in that way, would make me the
happiest I have ever been.’
‘I want him to run his fingers over my face, tracing it, while I sleep. I
want to be right beside him. Wherever he is. I don’t care if he’s in Texas
or on Mars. I want to be there, I want to be with him’
‘I want him to look at me not with a guarded expression but with a trusting
one. I want him to love me like I love him, unconditionally.’
‘I want him to be possessive and protective, to a certain extent.’
‘I want to know that he would die for me, even though I wouldn’t let him.
It’s the thought that counts.’
‘These are all wants Michael doesn’t think he can fill. He thinks I want
great things, and in truth these are great gifts, of priceless value.’
‘They are gifts that aren’t just given, they are earned. They are even
revoked at times. They aren’t tangible, but expensive none the less.’
‘They are given to those who are worthy, and even sometimes to those who
aren’t.’
‘They give some a sense of meaning, or belonging.’
‘For me they give much more, they give me happiness, they give me breath, in
short they give me life.’
‘They only things I want from Michael are the things he has all ready given
me, and the things he some day would.’
‘No matter where we live, or roam as the case might be, I would be with him.
Whether or not we could have kids, I would be with him. Whether I could get
killed, or injured, I would be with him, till the end.’
‘In truth the only thing I want from Michael is what he has already claimed
to give me, his love. I want him to let me love him back. After all love is
a two way street.’
The End