Title:Working Together
Author:Kathryn C
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No, seriously doubt this will ever happen on Roswell. But, I guess if you haven't seen Sexual Healing or Independance Day, there might be spoilers. This way, everyone can read! Well, everyone over 18.
Summary: Pure smut. I don't do really any of these, but I wanted to now.
Disclaimer: Again, I must admit that I do not own anything affiliated with Roswell, and am not doing this for money. If you sue me, you won't get a hell of a lot.
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Michael sat on the bed in the bedroom of his new apartment. It sagged in the middle, but who cared? It was his.
He held the paper in front of him, searching the want ads. He needed a job, and fast. Even though this wasn't some up scale apartment, he still needed to pay rent.
Something caught his eye. It was about the only job that he was the least bit qualified for. Dishwasher. Not that he had washed a lot of dishes in his life, but it was the only thing that didn't require a college education.
Michael circled it in a dark red pen, and read the address. He hoped he would get the job.
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Michael stood outside the building, holding up the paper in disbelief. 113 Ellington road. He checked and double checked, just to make sure. Here he was standing right outside the Crashdown.
Of all the stupid things. Although, it was either work here or beg Max to help him get a job at the UFO center. Michael set his mouth in a grim line, and pushed open the door.
There was a humoungous crowd. Michael saw Maria darting around the room, trying to serve many people at once.
Michael threaded his way through a crowd of people to her. He tapped her on the shoulder as she took down an order. When she saw who it was, she just shook her head and muttered, "I'm busy."
"Is Mr.Parker here?" Michael asked.
Maria shook her head and grimaced, "No, he's not. Neither is Mrs.Parker, or Liz, or the new waitress Julie who called in sick. It's just me."
"I'm here about the dishwashing job," he said by way of explanation, following her behind the counter.
"You're hired," Maria said quickly, "At least for now. And, for tonight you're temporarily promoted to cook." she tossed him an apron, and went back to serving some customers.
Michael stared after her in amazement, and walked back into the kitchen. He didn't know the first thing about cooking, but how hard could flipping 'space burgers' be?
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Maria swept the floor as Michael put the chairs up on the tables. "That was hell," he muttered.
Maria nodded, "Welcome to friday nights at the Crashdown. I wish the Parker's had hired more additional help when they went on their vacation."
"You don't think they'll mind you hiring me?" Michael asked dubiously.
Maria shrugged, "Why? If they don't like you, they can fire you. Until then, you're helping out." she collapsed in a chair, rubbing her feet.
"Sore?" Michael asked, raising his eyebrows.
She nodded, "Uh huh. Being on my feet for hours is not fun, or healthy for that matter."
Michael didn't say anything, just walked over to where she was sitting and knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her feet.
"What are you doing?" Maria gasped in astonishment.
Michael shrugged, but didn't look up. He began kneading her feet with his hands. "Giving you a massage," he said, "Now be quiet."
Maria complied, but wanted to groan in pleasure. His hands felt amazing. Who would have thought Michael could do this? His hands moved up to ankles, then her legs.
Maria looked down at him. He wasn't looking at her, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She took a sharp intake of breath as his hands slid above her knees.
"You know," she said hurriedly. "My back hurts too."
Michael just nodded and stood up. He moved behind her and began to rub his hands along her shoulders. "Better?" he asked in her ear.
She nodded, leaning back. "Heavenly," she said, closing her eyes.
His fingers dug into her back, and soothed the tense muscles. Slowly, slowly, his hands slid down her back and massaged her sides, just above her breasts.
Her eyes flew open. Maria nearly jumped to her feet. "I, ugh..I need to go finish washing the dishes in the back," she spat out hurriedly, nearly running from him.
Michael followed her into the back. "Let me help," he said, "I mean, that is officially what I was hired for, right?"
"Right," Maria agreed, her head swimming. What the hell was happening? They had never got far together. She didn't think Michael would ever want to.
But, she wordlessly tossed him a dish towel as she began to fill the sink with water. He caught it in mid-air.
Silently, she washed the dishes handing them to him one by one. Each time their hands brushed, she felt an electric current go through her. She watched, numbly hypnotized as he methodically rubbed the cloth over the sopping wet dishes.
Maria cleared her throat, trying to clear her head as she opened the drain to the sink. "You can go home now," she said in a shaky voice, not trusting herself to look at him.
She felt his breath, warm against her ear. "Do you really want me to go?" he asked, turning her to face him. "Do you really want to deny what's going on between us?"
Maria shook her head helplessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "God no Michael, I don't want that."
"Good," he said forcefully as he lowered his head to kiss her. "Good."
Their lips met and fused. They were intense kisses, really intense. His tongue swept her mouth. Maria would just be content if he just kept kissing her like this.
Or maybe not, she realized as his hands slid up her side and cupped her breasts through her uniform. She pressed closer to him, wanting more, wanting it all.
He kept kissing her as he lifted her up to sit on the counter in front of him. As he clumsily undid the buttons on the stupid uniform, Maria hazily remembered something Liz had said to her awhile ago, ...when I actually do it, it is not gonna be in between a plate of Kielbasa and a deep fryer..... It was ironic, Maria realized as she noticed the deep fryer to her right.
Then, Michael had slid her bra and uniform off, and she lost all conscious thought. Her hands gripped his hair as he bent over to replace his massaging hands with his mouth. Maria nearly groaned out loud. This was amazing.
When he pulled back, Maria wanted to scream, but there were other important matters on her mind. She helped him get his short and pants off with great urgency. Soon, he was standing before her in nothing but his boxers, and she was sitting there in only her panties as well.
"Are you sure Maria?" he asked intently, his hands playing with a piece of her hair. "Are you positive."
Maria nodded, "Let's do it Michael," she said breathlessly. She wanted to say make love to me, but she didn't want to risk scaring him off, not now.
To make her point clear, she kissed him again as she let her hands roam over his broad chest. Her hands splayed over his bare skin, and Michael realized what that simple contact could do to him. He was so hard he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, right now.
Maria was becoming more and more comfortable with each passing moment. Maybe comfortable wasn't the right word, right now she was so aroused it was driving her crazy. She was just simply losing all her inhibitions. Her hand slid down his chest slowly and kept going lower.
Michael wanted to jump as she touched him through his boxers. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hand inside the underwear and took him in her hand. He had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling because it felt so good.
Michael had to move her hand away before he came right there. He quickly removed his boxers. With excruciating slowness he helped Maria shift out of her underwear. He picked her up from the counter and laid her down on top of the layers of their clothes on the floor.
Maria gave a sharp gasp as Michael slid his hand up her thigh and touched her. Soon he had slid one finger into her slowly and was massaging it around. She leaned back her head, and closed her eyes as she reveled in the feeling.
Michael watched her expression as she lay there beneath him. With his spare hand he reached for his pants and slowly slid a condom out of the pocket. He had been carrying one around with him since the first time in the eraser room with Maria. He hadn't been planning this, but he didn't want to be unprepared.
He slowly slid his hand away from her and Maria wanted to cry. But, she saw him smoothing on the condom and smiled.
"Ready?" Michael asked breathlessly, leaning over her and kissing her forehead.
Maria nodded wordlessly. Michael thrust into her, hard.
It hurt a little at first, but the pain was forgotten as he began to move slowly within her. Pleasure spiraled within her and she felt the tension growing within her.
She thrust up to meet him, and all of a sudden it became too much. She let it all out in one astonished cry. Michael thrust more time and found fulfillment as well.
They lay there, not saying anything to each other, Michael's body resting on hers. When his weight became too much for her, he rolled to the side and she rested her head on his chest.
"Michael?" Maria said, running her hands softly over his chest.
"Hmm?" he replied drowsily, hugging her too him.
She propped herself up on his chest and gave him a devilish grin, "I think I'm going to like working here with you."
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