Roswell Vignette #2

Soulmates
At the end of "285 South"


The group stood still, and quiet, waiting to be discovered. Maria was trembling so badly she was sure the walls would soon begin vibrating. Her back was suddenly pressed against a warm, solid surface. The familiar scent of Michael wafted around her, and she felt herself relaxing enough to take in a deep breath. When did Mr. Arrogant become my security blanket, she wondered? But strange or not, they had an unmistakable connection an affinity for one another. And understanding that made it possible for her to help him focus on the key. She thrilled a little at the memory of his startled look when she told him to try again. That looked had transformed into something she hadn't expected from a person like Michael. But then again, he'd shown her a side of himself that she hadn't known existed. A side that fit with HER feelings, and HER dreams.


She wasn't sure how she got to the surface, but there was Michael to lift her out of the hole and into the jeep. She had to admit, she liked his hands on her. She blushed.


Michael noticed Maria's heightened color, and smiled to himself. She was certainly attractive with that pink glow to her cheeks. So she liked it when he helped her up. Interesting. SHE was interesting. Michael had never been attracted to a girl before (not that he hadn't thought about it), so this was a little unsettling. And Maria was a little difficult? Yes, that was the word. Difficult and spicy and sweet. Perfect.


The trip back was long, but the two of them didn't notice much. They were too busy arguing. They both seemed to enjoy the teasing and mild insults. Could be they were just folks who liked to argue, but they obviously relished the back and forth. And they were VERY attracted to one another.


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Her lips were so, so soft against his, and she opened her mouth to him without hesitation when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. Her little hand crept up to perch lightly on his shoulder, warming him there.


He found himself wishing he had more excuse for kissing her than just to calm her
He ended the kiss, and took half a step back. "That was to calm you down," he said with more confidence than he felt. She thanked him reflexively, and then stood there looking at anything but him. He nervously wiped his mouth with his hand and they turned in concert to walk in opposite directions.


As he left the kitchen he wondered how he'd manage to get another chance at a kiss. Maria was definitely an exciting addition to his life.


"Thanks for walking me home." Maria sounded almost shy. Michael thought. He knew he should fix that. Stepping close, he said, "You're pretty annoying, as humans go." She stared at him, stunned for a moment. "WHY YOU!" And as she began to spit and hiss, he steppedn cln closer. "This is how I like you," and his full lips curved up in a sultry smile. Swooping in, he captured her lips with his own in a slow, torturously sexy kiss. Maria's knees wobbled after a bit, so she slipped her arms up around his neck and hung on for the duration. And it was sweet; Michael was so incredibly well, 'moving,' she thought. Their mouths softly moved against each other, until finally Maria let out a soft little groan. They parted.


"Who knew?" said Michael.


"Indeed." She took a deep breath. "That um um I'm at a loss here." She was still a little spellbound. "Who taught you to? No, forget it. Don't want to know."


His voice was soft, like his lips. "You're the first." Was that embarrassment she heard in his voice?


"Me?" She sounded a little incredulous at the thought that he'd never kissed anyone before.


He waited silently while she seemed to think about it. When her lips curved up in a deeply sensuous smile, he got a bit lightheaded.


"So this is natural talent?" Her hand slid up his chest again, and curved behind his head to run soft fingers through his wild hair. "What else are you 'naturally' good at, I wonder?" At that she pulled him forward to kiss her again.


He couldn't think when she pressed her body up against his like this.


Maria, VERY turned on at the direction her thoughts had taken, was seriously considering just leading him up to her room and letting nature take it's course. But what would Michael think?
She wasn't exactly a person known for sleeping around in point of fact, that was the farthest thing from the truth but his opinion of her had become very important to her in the last several weeks. Funny, since she'd known him since 3rd grade, and barely noticed until now.
Slowly, gre great reluctance, Maria extricated herself from Michael's warm clutches and took a step back.


Confused at her apparent change of mind, he waited a moment in silence before speaking.
"Maria? Is everything all right?"


A sweet smile broke out over her face. "Yes, everything's fine." Her expression became thoughtful. "I'm just wondering um, what you think of me? Or if you think about me at all?"


She stuck her hands in her back pockets, not realizing that her breasts were now pressed tightly against her shirt.


he thought frantically.
He forced himself to look her in the eyes, and imagined buckets of ice water. He shook himself internally, and addressed her questions.


"Of course I think about you. Why do you ask?" Now that he focused on it, he really wondered what she was getting at. She looked determined to say well, something, all right.


"I've seen the head games Max plays with Liz, and I don't like it." She turned away from him to face the house, unable to watch him as he listened. Unwilling to see a possible rejection.


"I want to know straight out what your intentions are toward me, so I won't have hurt feelings later." Her back was stiff and her head down, as she waited for his reply.


Michael wasn't surprised in the least to hear this. He'd always known Maria wasn't the sort to play games like most girls. She'd rather know the bad news out front, and act accordingly. But, was there any bad news to tell?


"Maria, what is it you want to know? If I'm interested in you?" He walked around her and sat down on the steps. Looking up at her, he continued, "I'm not just interested, I'm drawn. Pulled. Dragged kicking and screaming." He chuckled when she snorted at his last remark.


"Honestly, have you ever heard of me involved with ANY girl?" She shook her head slightly.
"That's because I've avoided it. Purposely." He looked her right in the eye. "It's just not a good idea, me being who I am and all too complicated. And what if I ever have to leave? Attachments would just
be a hindrance to that."


Now she just looked bleak. He couldn't have that. Taking her hand gently, he said, "But you seem to have bypassed all of that. My good intentions were thrown out the window when Maria DeLuca found out who I am."


He stood up and pulled her close. Making her look up to see him.


Softly, "How did you do that?" He leaned closer, and his voice became a whisper.
"How did you sneak in under my skin?" He was so close he could feel her breath on his lips.


She pulled her hand from his, and slid it up his chest to meet the other one behind his head. There they ran their fingers through his hair again. He felt himself harden at her sweet touch.
Maria closed the distance between to almost nothing and spoke, her words blowing gently against his mouth.


"I was here the whole time. Didn't you know? They say you'll know your soulmate when you find them in your own mind and heart." She kissed him with a feathery touch. "Just making myself known."
And then they were kissing again, but not as they had been. This was pure hunger, need, dri driving passion. They wanted to devour each other, climb inside each other's skin and stay there where it was warm, and they were wanted.


Maria pulled away, wondering how she could still stand with all of this need pouring through her. Her body was screaming for some attention. Her nipples were tingling fiercely, and her clit was throbbing. She was wet, and oh, she needed him to paw her a little.


Turning them so she backing up the steps, she beckoned to Michael to follow.


He was in worse shape than she was apparently. Move? If he wanted to break his rock hard dick! And how could he walk? He was having a tough time just catching his breath. But he knew he couldn't let her leave him standing there, so he stumbled after her.


She ran up against the door and began fumbling the handle behind her. He caught up to her and leaned down for a searing kiss as she struggled to open the barrier. It opened suddenly and they feel through, landing on the floor in a heap.


With the two of them working at it, they were able to push the door shut with their feet. Leaving them on the floor, groping.


Michael's hands found their way up under Maria's shirt, and he felt a jolt run down through his body as he felt the soft skin of her belly. She moaned when he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs across the hard nubs of her nipples. He shoved her shirt up and covered one nipple with his hot mouth, alternating between laving her with his tongue and suckling her gently.


Maria was in heaven. She moaned and arched beneath him, lost in feelings she had no idea even existed. In short moments of lucid thought, she wondered if Michael as turned on as she was.
If she knew how close to losing control he was, she would have been satisfied. He was using every drop of will power he owned just to keep from ravishing her right her in the hall.


Slowly, he let go of her breasts and slipped her shirt back down. Before she could do more than look at him questioningly, he had picked her up and was carrying her down the hall.


"Your room?" he mumbled out between burning kisses.


She pointed at the right door with a shaking hand, and he entered the room, kicking the door closed with a boot-encased foot. He crossed to the bed, and lowered her body gently to lay on the comforter. Standing up again, he stripped off his T-shirt.


Mars eys eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest. She suddenly galvanized into action. Sitting up quickly, she reached out and splayed her fingers across his abs. Hearing his surprised gasp, she smiled in anticipation of what was sure to be a thrilling experience.


She began running her hands up and down his upper body, exploring the contours of his pectoral muscles, his shoulders, his arms. He stood very still, obviously enjoying the attention. She could feel how fast his heart was beating, and could hear his panting breaths. It gave her a twinge of pleasure in her belly to know the effect she was having on him.


Suddenly needing to see, feel, the rest of him, she moved her hands to the buttons on his jeans.
Michael forgot to breathe when she started unbuttoning his pants. Bad enough that he'd had to control himself rigidly while her loving hands rubbed and caressed him, but how was h end endure THIS without throwing her down and burying himself in her warmth?! He took deep breaths and focused on what she was doing, his stomach muscles jumping as her fingers brushed them.
She already had the jeans undone, and slowly slipped her hands in over his hips and began pushing them down. Her hands ran down over his flanks, thin cotton boxers the only barrier between their skin. She squatted as his jeans were pushed to the floor, then threw them out of the way when he kicked them off. Looking up, she was at eye level with his erection. His boxers were tented out around it, and she chuckled sexily when it began twitching under her scrutiny.


Wanting only to strip her and consummate his love (Love?), he reached down and pulled her back up to a standing position.


"Your turn," he croaked. "I need to touch YOU now." Shakily he slid a hand behind her head and pulled her to him for a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue in. God, her taste was making him drunk.


Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands to the hem of her T-shirt, and in one swift move (he grinned wildly against her mouth when he realized her arms were already in the air) whipped it up and over her head.


His hands found their way back to her body as he and Maria continued to devour each other's mouth. He grabbed her slim waist and pulled her full against him, skin to skin for the first time. Her was lightheaded with her smell, her taste, and her presence.


She wasn't about to stop touching him, either. While he was consumed with pressing their bodies together, she was taking a few liberties of her own.


Maria was thinking that for a guy, Michael had very soft skin over very HARD muscle. It made her ache to touch more of him. She ran her hands up his arms and then down his back, over his boxers to rest on his ass. He twitched wherever she touched him, and when she gripped his backside possessively, he groaned deep in his throat.


He pulled her tight to him again and slowed to give her a deep, sweet kiss that had her almost in tears. Could he want her THAT badly?


Michael was coming to the realization that this girl had somehow gained access to his heart, and he was insane with need for her. Hands now shaking, he slid them down to investigate the fastenings on her slacks. There was a zipper in the back that he slowly pulled down while gently running his tongue across her lips. She was practically purring.


He pushed her pants down her legs, only to find that she had forgone panties as well! He almost came right then and there. Almost. But he took some deep breaths, and gathered the shreds of his control around him. Wouldn't do to lose it before anything actually happened. Now would it?
He couldn't control his hands, though. Of their own accord they slipped around to caress and sqe the the globes of her ass, and she moaned accordingly. Then he ran the fingers of one hand gently down her crack, drawn to her wet heat. She cried out at the intimate touch, and in reaction gripped his butt more firmly.


God, she was wet! It was amazing that he couave ave this kind of effect on her. She was squirming and pressing herself against his hand, trying to impale herself on his warm fingers.
He carefully slid a long digit into her dripping center, moaning at the slick heat. She threw her head back, and then forward to his shoulder, nipping him. He began a rhythm with his finger, thrusting in-twist-out, in-twist-out, watching her face as she lost herself in feeling. Her eyes were closed tightly, her teeth gripping her bottom lip. Tendrils of hair stuck to her flushed face, and she keened softly as he bent to lap at her neck.


He was in heaven touching her.


Maria was caught up pin the way Michael touched her. The movement of his finger, in her heat, his fiery lips on her throat, was carrying her up, up where she could barely breathe. Her body pulsed, throbbed, and suddenly it wasn't enough.


She pulled away from the salty flesh of his shoulder, and loved her hands to press against his chest. Smiling at the confused look on his face, she shoved. He tumbled to the bed, still in his boxers. She stared into his hot gaze for a moment, loving that he was hot for her.


Moving her eyes down his body, she lustily observed the sheen of sweat, the heaving chest, and the twitching tent in his pants. Unable to wait any longer, both hands went to grip his erection through the cotton. His gasp caused her to look up. He had his eyes tightly closed, and he gripped the comforter on either side.


She smiled again, and peeled the thin material off and down his legs. Now she could see him clearly, and what she could see looked HUGE. For a moment she was nervous about his size, but then she really THOUGHT about Michael, moving between her thighs, and she was suddenly even hotter than before.


Michael watched her through slitted eyelids. Maria, naked before him, looking at his cock. It twitched at his thoughts, growing even harder than it had been. Painfully erect.
She did. Two small hands gripped him, holding fast while he moaned. Than she took the head in her mouth, and Michael tried not to die. She sucked gently, and then ran her tongue around the tip, repeating over and over. Michael kept himself very still. His muscles ached from the iron control he held on himself. When he was almost to the edge of the abyhe rhe reached down and gently disengaged her from himself.


"Michael?"


"Maria, let's go there together. All right?" His voice was rough with passion. Her lips had felt so GOOD on him. Hot and wet and tight. But he didn't want to have this pleasure alone. She must have it too. He pulled her down to him, and placed his big hands around her waist. She was small and he just lifted her over his hips, positioning her. He caught her gaze and held it as he pressed her down over himself. She was slick with desire, and he slid in easily, stopping at her barrier. Still holding her eyes, he swiftly pulled her down. She cried out, and sunk to his chest for a moment.


He felt her burning pain, and set out to make it go away.


Maria hurt. He was caressing her back, her hips, her legs, relaxing her, and the pain was fading. She lifted up, seeing the concern in his eyes.


"I'm all right." She really loved his hands on her body. And now he began running his hands down her sides, across her belly, making her tingle again. His hands drifted to her breasts, cupping them and gently rubbing his thumbs over the taut peaks.


Maria moaned and began unconsciously moving her hips, feeling him move inside her. She was no longer feeling any pain, and was experiencing a desperate NEED for some release.


"Michael Mi-Michael," she moaned his name, without even realizing it.


When she said his name like that, he was lost. He flipped her over to her back, and pressed into her until fully sheathed. It was heaven. He stared down at her.


Her eyes were closed, her face flushed. Her beautiful, swollen lips begged him to kiss them. He leaned down and took her mouth in a scalding kiss, his tongue sliding easily into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his hips, and held on.


Michael had no more control. She was a siren calling to his blood, setting him ablaze. He moved his hips; his stiff flesh causing the friction that would bring them off together. Her hips tilted toward him each time, causing him to go deep, deeper, while their mouths stayed fused together. He felt it coming, knew he was right there, and reached between them to rub the little bundle of nerves at the juncture of her thighs. She screamed and came against him, her spasming sex causing his powerful orgasm as well.


And then all was still. Only the sound of their breathing in the room. He kissed her again; gently, and pulled himself out of her, rolling to the side.


He turned and nuzzled her ear. "Soulmate, huh?"


"Yeah," was her drowsy answer.


He smirked, knowing she couldn't see it. "I knew that."


And they slept.


THE END