| Name: PeachRoses E-mail: richandstac@earthlink.net Title: At The Carwash Chapter: 1/1 Category: UC Pairing: Mi/L Rating: PG-13/soft R Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell, Michael or Liz. If I did would I be doing this. Summary: A hot night brings on some wet fun. Authors note: As always, this dedicated to the patrons of The Babe Magnet.With special thanks to cliffieluv and bubbles! for the waterfight that inspired this bit of fun. Warnings: None Spoilers: None Liz sat out on her balcony wearing in a red tank top and denim cutoffs,trying, like many others in Roswell that evening, to keep cool from the heatwave that had struck the town once again. But even the night air was sticky and there seemed to be no relief. It was too hot to sleep and her journal wasn’t exactly calling to her. She stood up and looked over the ledge at her newly puchased Neon. A thin film of dust covered the red vehicle and her father’s lecture ran through her brain. “Now honey, it’s a real responsibility owning a car. You have to take care of it. Get the oil checked, tune ups, tires rotated...” Jeff said. “Yes Daddy. I know,” Liz said sweetly. “But the most important thing is, don’t get caught making out in it and give your poor father and me a heart attack,” Nancy kidded. So now utterly bored and restless, Liz stared down at her car. “ You need an bath,” she said out loud to it. “Why? Do I smell?” a low voice said from behind her. Liz practically jumped out of her skin and gasped. She turned around to see who the intruder was. “Michael!” she said, slightly annoyed as she saw the familiar figure walking towards her. “Little jumpy tonight, aren’t you, Parker?” he said stopping only inches in front of her. She smiled. “ No. Just didn’t realize Dr. Marten was making stealth boots.” “You gotta special order them,” Michael answered with a smirk. He closed the remaining distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He bent down and pressd his lips to hers as she snaked her arms around his neck. One of the things Liz loved about Michael was that no matter if they’d seen each other two hours ago or two days ago, he always kissed her with the same amount of desire and passion each time. When they finally parted for the sake of breathing, Liz looked her beau up and down. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Going a little retro?” she asked, thinking back to sophomore year and the tight t-shirts he used to wear that made all the girls do a double take. “Yeah,” he said going along with the joke. “Thinking about bringing back the spikes. You know, to complete the package.” “I don’t know,” Liz said reaching her hand up and running her fingersthrough his long chesnut hair. “I’m kinda liking the soccer hair. Not that Michael Guerin would ever let some chick tell him what to do with his hair.” “You’re not just any chick, Liz,” he said nuzzling her neck. She let out a small sigh, and for the first time during the heatwave, got goosebumps. Only Michael could do that to her. “So who needs a bath?” he asked her before kissing her again. “Cause from where I’m standing you seem like you need a little dirtying.” Liz giggled. Sometimes Michael had the corniest pick up lines, but she appreciated the effort. “No. I meant my car,” she said. “I couldn’t sleep so I was thinking about washing it tonight.” Michael peered over the ledge at Liz’s latest purchase and furrowed his brow. “Where? In the middle of the street?” he asked. “Wrong again, Guerin,” she said playfully. “That all-night carwash at the edge of town. Wanna help?” Michael looked back at Liz and smirked again. She knew that meant trouble. “I know of a much better way to help you sleep,” he said pressing her even tighter to him. “Is that all you think about?” Liz said laughing. Michael paused for a moment. “Yes. Yes, it is,” he replied. She wriggled free from him his arms and headed for the ladder. “Come on,” she said gesturing with her hand. Michael let out a weak groan and followed her down to the car. Liz got in on the driver side while Michael wedged himself into the passenger seat. “Could you have gotten a smaller car?” he complained trying to adjust the seat so his knees weren’t pressed to the dashboard. “I’m sorry. I was thinking more about price and efficiency when I bought it. Not the comfort of a tall, grumpy, alien,” she said starting up the engine. “Get your priorities straight next time,” Michael joked. Liz just rolled her eyes and pulled onto the street. ***************************************************************** After arguing over which music to play, Michael relented and let Liz play some Beth Orton. Every once in awhile Liz would look over at Michael and see the air conditioned breeze blowing through his hair. She decided she definitely liked this look on him. She pulled into Arty’s All Night Alien Carwash and found the middle stall. They pretty much had the run of the place since it was a self serve operation and it was nearly midnight. Liz reached across Michael and opened up the dash to fish out some quarters. “Need anything while I’m over here?” she asked him grinning. Michael scoffed. “You don’t want me to answer that.” They got out of the car and Liz started filling the machine with quarters while Michael got the hose down. “Can you be trusted with that thing?” Liz asked eyeing him. “Nope,” he said raising his eyebrows. “Car first,” she said sweetly. Michael shrugged his shoulders and turned the water on the car. They spent the next twenty minutes washing Liz’s car. Michael would tease Liz as she tried unsuccessfully to wash the top of the car. He grabbed the sponge away from her, and with a few strokes, cleaned it and grinned. When they were done Michael stood back with admiring their handiwork. He didn’t notice a thoroughly soaked sponge hurtling at him until it struck him square in the chest, wetting his already sweat soaked shirt. He looked over to see Liz whistling and doing her best to not look guilty. Out of the corner of his eye, Michael spotted the hose at his feet. Using his powers he brought it up slowly to his hand. He saw Liz’s eyes widen as she realized he was now armed. Before she could run he turned it on and aimed it at her, soaking her completely. She dove behind the car for shelter. “No fair, Michael. You’ve got the big hose,” she called out. “You’ve never complained before,” he said trying to sneak up on her. He could here her giggle as he rounded the corner. Before he could spray her again she threw two more sponges at him. One hit his head the other hit his stomach. Liz darted to the other side of the carwash and dropped a couple quarters in the machine while Michael was spraying her with the hose. When she heard it click she grabbed the other hose and started aiming at Michael. “Now we’re even!” she yelled. They continued chasing one another around the car, drenching each other. And laughing hysterically. Suddenly Liz realized the timer had gone off and she was out of water. Michael had sprayed her again and she wondered why his hadn’t already stopped. She had all the quarters. “You’re cheating!” she said emerging from behind the vehicle. “What?” Michael said feigning innocence. “Your hose should have gone off before mine. You’re using your powers!” she explained indignantly. She was right. He was caught, but he didn’t care anymore. She was standing only a few feet in front him soaking wet. Her clothes were clinging to her tiny but curvy frame and her dark hair was matted to her face. She had that wild look in her eyes that always turned him from calm, cool alien hybrid, to a lust filled animal. How could she be angry with him? It was all in fun. And there he stood, only a few feet away from her, and soaking wet. His t-shirt clung to the muscles in his chest and his jeans were even tighter. He ran his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. He had that same hungry look in eyes as when he came to see her earlier. He saw her lick her lips and knew she was on the same page. He dropped the hose and walked towards her. She saw the hose fall to the ground and he descended upon her. No words needed to be spoken they both knew what they felt. Her lips met his in a crushing kiss. He lifted her body off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed their bodies up against the car and moved his mouth down her neck. She always tasted sweet no matter what. She relished the familiar weight of his body on top of hers. She kissed his forehead, tasting the salt mixed with the spiciness that seemed to permeate through him. “Michael?” she moaned. “Yeah?” he asked as he trailed down her collarbone with his tongue. “I can think of a better way to get me to sleep,” she said. He laughed. “Is that all you can think about?” She paused for a moment. “Yes. Yes it is.” |