Title: Life's Weird
Author: Belit
Disclaimer: As you may have guessed, I own nothing.
Summary: Alternate Universe, Candy fic. All Roswellians will be making appearences.
Maria had left before the shooting and 7 years later she is coming back to face her demons...
Rating: NC-17
Note: This is my first ever fanfic, so feedback would be appreciated.
PART 1
A petite blond woman walked around in the church, checking the preparations for the upcoming wedding in a strangely calm way. There were almost fifty people in the church and the garden, every one of them frantically rushing in and out, trying to put last touches for the long awaited ceremony.
It was a beautiful sight; there were yellow flowers all around the garden and the church. Everything else was white. The groom’s mother had a fetish for white. She had insisted her son to wear white too, to represent the purity of their union as she put it. Fortunately they had gotten her distracted with the flowers long enough to get him a normal tux.
The bride had been really worried about her mother-in-law at first, she’d always had her own way of doing everything, and she was out of control. But it wasn’t really a hard task for their wedding planner. Not just because she was professional. She, despite her age, was one of the best. But the way she handled Betty Cornwell had nothing to do with that. Betty reminded her of Amy, her hippie mother. She had perfected her ways to distract her a long time ago. Betty was nothing compared to Amy’s weird ways. “Hope they won’t ever meet…” she thought and shuddered, picturing them together. “Now THAT would be a catastrophe…”
The petite blond kept walking through the aisle towards the garden, occasionally stopping and arranging flowers on her way out.
It was a sunny summer day. Too hot for her taste but it wasn’t her wedding so she didn’t care. It was okay for her as long as it didn’t rain. It was her job and responsibility to make this day perfect for the couple and guests, not for herself. But she had to admit; she was enjoying every minute of it.
She never was a person to sit around all day in front of a computer or wait behind a counter. It just wasn’t her thing. Weddings were exciting and animated and well, they payed really good. She was just a high school graduate after all. People said she was a natural, but she always found it weird. “It figures…” she thought, “…I never was a normal kid with normal parents and a normal life, so of course I wasn’t expected to have a normal natural talent. It had to be weird as hell, like the rest of my life…”
She walked to the buffet to check the food. Everything looked suspiciously perfect. “Okay…” she thought looking around “…where is the problem this time?” There has to be at least one… There always is… Just when she started to think that that day might be an exception, she saw Tom walking towards her with a red face and looking like he had to pee and vomit at the same time. “Okay… Here we go…” she thought.
- - -
“Mars!!!” he squeaked.
“Tom, what is it babe?” she said in a manner like she’s talking to a five year old kid.
“I… uh… “ He looked he was about to burst into tears any minute.
“It’s okay. Tom, sweetie, look at me, breathe… Yeah, calm down, we’ll handle it, it’s gonna be alright… Okay? Now tell me, what is it?” she said calmly. You could see that she did this several times before.
“Okay. Okay. I’m okay.” Tom said, trying to convince himself.
“Okay. You better sit down for this Mars.”
“It’s okay, you can tell me, I did this before like a thousand times, you know that. And trust me, it’s never as bad as it looks.” She said with a voice full of self-confidence and a look that reminded Tom one of her I’m Teflon babe speeches…
“Okay. Here goes nothing.” he said under his breath. “ThegroomsmissingandBettygotinafightwithCarrieandthebestmansdrunk.”
Maria had worked with Tom long enough to understand his panicked talking like he spelled it out for her.
Tom looked at her and felt relieved to see The Super Maria look on her face.
“Let’s start with the ladies. What’s the situation?” asked Super Maria.
“Betty totally lost it. Last time I saw them, she was chewing Carrie’s veil. Both their make up and hair are messed up.”
“We have less than two hours. Who can be here that quick?”
“There is no way we can find someone. Paul’s gone to some beauty pageant in Texas; he must be in the airport by now. We don’t have any back up.”
Maria was lost in thoughts, searching her memory for something, anything.
“What about the guy with the cute butt?” she asked without looking up or stopping her pacing.
“Which one?”
“The one you dated? Blond, blue eyes?”
“Cameron. And for the record, I didn’t date him. He’s not even gay.”
“Whatever. Call him. He wasn’t bad.”
Tom gave her a disbelieving look.
“Okay. He was bad, really bad. But we don’t have a choice right now.” she confessed.
“Tell him to get his cute butt down here in ten minutes. I’ll be looking for Danny. Where was he last seen?” she asked chewing her lip.
“Ask Carrie or that stupid best man of his. He was in the bathroom floor last time I checked. He will need some serious cleaning up.”
“Okay. Let’s do this.” she said with a determined tone.
They started to walk in opposite directions. Tom smiled at his friend’s attitude. She was a totally different person when she was working, totally professional. You wouldn’t believe she could possibly handle all the tension and responsibility of an organisation this big, if you only knew her from her personal life. She was bubbly and quick-tempered. She had nothing to do with The Professional Super Maria he saw at work. She almost looked schizophrenic to him…
- - -
“William wake up!”
Maria was about to lose her temper. She had been trying to wake the stupid best man for almost ten minutes now. She had to find Danny and get them in shape real quick or this wedding would turn out to be a total ridicule. And she really couldn’t afford that at that time in her career.
She started to kick him and kept shouting. “Wake up dammit!!!”
It wasn’t working. He didn’t even budge.
“William if you won’t wake up in ten seconds I will start chopping some really essential body parts of yours.”
“Aaaargh! WAKE UP!” “Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She stormed out of the bathroom and ran to the buffet. She took the bowl with the punch, it was heavy, but when Maria was furious there was no knowing what she would be capable of.
She stumbled towards the bathroom. Tom saw her from a distance and started running to her. He knew exactly what she was going to do and the fact that he couldn’t possibly stop her. But he needed to be there for damage control.
Seconds after she disappeared through the bathroom door, he heard a loud male voice shouting “S-hit! What is your problem lady!” Tom was relieved to hear his voice. “So she just dropped the punch not the bowl.” he thought.
When he reached the door, Maria was coming out. “He’s awake.” she said, stating the obvious.
“And alive, thank god!” he added.
“Well, he should thank his lucky stars that I needed him for the ceremony or he would have a missing limb or two.”
She was calm now. “Is Cameron coming?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’ll be here in fifteen.”
“Make it five and I’ll pay him double.”
“Okay.” he said, starting to dial the number on his cell.
“Find William a new tux, get him cleaned up and meet me in Carrie’s room.” she said and started walking away.
- - -
A very dishevelled Betty greeted Maria at the door of Carrie’s room.
“Maria, darling, we have to cancel the wedding. There’s too much negative energy around this place. And I started to think maybe this was a mistake, you know, I sense no love vibes coming from this girl. I knew she wasn’t good enough for my baby, but I thought they loved each other. But, oh no, I was wrong. Can you feel any good vibes around here?”
“Let me talk to them first, alright Betty? Then we’ll do whatever is necessary. You know I would never want them to make a mistake. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you darling. You’re the only sane person around here. The others don’t even understand what I’m talking about.”
“Alright then, I need you to do me a favour. Will you please check on the food to make sure they didn’t put any meat. You know how those people are, no respect for vegetarians.”
“Oh, you can count on me darling.” She said with an enthusiastic look on her face, and started for the garden.
“Two down, two to go…” Maria sighed and turned the knob.
It was locked. “Of course…” she said “My day sure doesn’t suck enough yet…”
She knocked on the door. “Go away…” The voice was small and chocked with tears.
“Let the negotiations begin…” Maria thought.
“Carrie, honey it’s me Maria. Can I come in?”
“Are you alone?” Her voice was terrible. Maria felt like she was kicked in the stomach. Carrie was a cheerful girl, and she always seemed strong. But now she sounded defeated.
“I sent Betty away. I want to talk to you. Is that okay? Just you and me?”
There was a pause. Then she heard the clink of the lock. She barged in without giving Carrie another chance to think.
The room was stuffy. It was supposed to be friendly and practical, but considering the mood of the day, it looked depressing.
Carrie was sitting on the floor next to the door. She had her wedding dress on, but her hair was messed up. Her veil was nowhere to be seen and her make up was smudged all over her face. There were tear tracks on her cheeks, some new, some old and she looked like a five year old, scared kid who had lost her mother in a crowded street.
Maria was used to the brides having second thoughts on their wedding days, but this was a little bit more than having second thoughts. The girl looked miserable.
Maria sure didn’t have a psychology degree, but she did what she thought was necessary. Carrie needed assurance at that moment, and someone stable to tell her everything will be okay. She put on her professional Teflon face and sat down right in front of her. Carrie was past the sobbing phase, but she was still crying. Maria wiped her tears away and took her trembling hands in hers.
“Sweetheart, look at me… Now tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s not gonna work…” she cried and with that started sobbing again.
“What’s not gonna work? Is it Danny?” asked Maria. “Calm down and tell me everything. Not just the wedding, screw the wedding, you don’t have to get married if you don’t feel like it. Okay? Now lets have some quality girl talk time.”
Carrie smiled at her attempts to calm her down. It was pathetic but it even worked a little. She was still crying but her eyes had lost that it’s-the-end-of-the-world look.
“He’s gonna leave me.” she said looking at her fingers like she was hoping they had some secret power to make everything right.
“Why would he leave you? He loves you.” pleaded Maria.
“He is so much more than me, you know? He has a big family and lots of friends and he is successful. He knows how to play golf and he had lots of girlfriends, and I mean LOTS! And I’m nothing.”
“Well it’s really nice, those things you said he has and does. But they don’t make a person worthy you know that right? He may have had a million girlfriends but he didn’t marry them. He wants to marry you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, not with his other girlfriends or family or golf clubs or something. He wants you.”
“But he will realize it some day.” Carrie whispered, like she was afraid that someone else would hear.
“Realize what?”
“That he made a mistake. That I wasn’t the one.”
“Why do you think so little of yourself? I’ve known you for a month now and let me tell you what I see when I look at you. You are a good person. You are kind to everyone around you. God knows how many times I wanted to strangle Betty but you are kind even to her. You are beautiful. Those pretty eyes and kind little hands. I would kill to have your hair. You are perfect. But the most important thing is you are perfect for him. I saw the way he looks at you, the way he holds your hand. He cares about you. He told me like a thousand times not to put daisies anywhere cause you’re allergic to them. And he made me promise not to tell you when Betty made a fuss about something. He said that it would upset you and he didn’t want you to remember your wedding day like that.”
Carrie was looking at her with hope shining in her eyes. “He remembered about the daisies?” she asked weakly.
“Of course he did. Oh, and the pistachio thing? He told me like a million times about them. He adores you. And I know this is right. You two are good for each other. I see lots of couples. And let me give you a little secret. He is one of the very few grooms that didn’t hit on me. Yeah, sad but true.”
“Thank you… I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” she managed to say and hugged Maria.
“Okay. Okay. Gotta breathe sometime you know.” she said and felt relieved when she heard her laugh.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and beautiful again. You wash your face and wait here. I’ll go find Tom.”
- - -
“Tom where the hell are you?” Maria shouted to her cell.
“I’m on my way back, I bailed Danny out.”
“What was he doing in prison? Wait, don’t answer that. I really don’t wanna know. Where’s Cameron?”
“He is with us.”
“Tom, don’t you have ANY brain cells working? What do you need him for?”
“Well he had a car. You know maybe if I had gotten that promotion you have been promising for like practically forever, I would have had my own car, and I wouldn’t need other people’s cars.”
“Tom I so don’t need this right now. I’ll show you promotion if you don’t get your ass back here in five minutes, do you understand me? Now put Danny on the phone.”
“Hey Maria.”
“Danny, I don’t know what the hell you were thinking when you did what you did to get in jail, but Carrie here is going through hell right now. I want you to get your butt here and say I do and give her the best honeymoon in the world history and make her happy or I will personally make sure you suffer a slow and painful death. You got that? Now come here and get married!”
- - -
“You may kiss the bride.”
Maria was watching the newly wedded couple kiss with tears in her eyes.
“I thought you said -and I quote- “weddings are full of meaningless s-hit, there’s nothing romantic about any of them.”” Tom said with a smirk on his face.
“Well Tom, I happen to find this couple pretty meaningful…”
“I think you’re turning into a sap… Maybe it’s time for you to get married.”
“Oh, pleeeease… We don’t even have a groom. How am I supposed to get married without a groom?” She said rolling her eyes.
“What happened to John?”
“It’s over.”
“What, just like that? It’s only been two weeks for God’s sake!”
“Well, he had pretty eyes and a pretty car. But that’s it, he had nothing else to give. He was boring. So I said goodbye.” Tom looked into her eyes while she was talking; she didn’t even have one bit of emotion in them while she was saying his name. “Mr Wrong again… Tom thought sadly for the billionth time since he had met Maria.
“You know there’s always Al…”
“Which Al?”
“Al from the bookstore; tall guy with all those delicious muscles. How the hell can you forget him? He has been after you for like ten months now.”
“Oh, Al… Well, I slept with him once.” she said calmly. Tom was nearly choking.
“Wha…… When…… How…… Why???”
“Well, like a month ago. But he doesn’t get it. It was a one-night stand, what’s there to not understand? But no, he is still following me around like a lost puppy. It’s pathetic.”
Tom was bewildered. “You, lady, are a man-eater.” he stated.
“You are exaggerating. A relationship needs work, and I really don’t have time for that. And to tell the truth I haven’t met any man who is worth the effort since… you know.” she ended abruptly.
“Yeah that’s all about him, isn’t it? Everything else you said was just bulls-hit and you know it. This thing with you and men is all about Colin. You know you should get past that. It’s been three damn years. You should just let it go.” Tom started harsh but he knew she was still in pain, so he softened his voice. She always had that faraway look when his name was mentioned.
“I don’t want to talk about it Tom, not now.” She said with an uncharacteristic soft voice. He hated to hear that voice.
“Okay. Dance with me?” he said in an attempt to cheer her up.
While they were dancing to a rather cheesy romantic song, Maria thought that they would look like the perfect couple to an observer. Tom was a tall man with jet-black hair and blue eyes. He was handsome and Maria had always told him that he would be in real trouble if he wasn’t gay. Maria put her head on his shoulder. It had been a day from hell. She was tired and aching all over. But her heart wasn’t really aching anymore. She just felt empty.
She sighed. Tom was rubbing her back with the intimacy of a best friend. He felt guilty for bringing it up.
“You know what? Let’s have a girls night with lots of alcohol and chocolate. What do you say? Maybe some sappy movie?” Tom asked with hope. He knew she needed some time away from work and men.
She smiled and said without looking up… “You know that you’re not a girl right?”
“Minor details… so tonight?”
“No, I need to sleep tonight, let’s do it tomorrow, okay?”
He mentally patted himself on the back for his victory and kissed her temple.
“Okay babe, tomorrow night, you’re all mine…”
- - -
After sending the happily married couple to their honeymoon with best wishes, Maria returned home, leaving Tom in charge. He knew she needed some time alone to relax, so he didn’t make a big deal of it. “One of the many perks of having a good friend at work…” Maria thought. This wasn’t the first or the last time Tom saved her from the nightmare of responsibilities.
She parked her red Beetle and got out of the car. Then she saw the old red jetta with familiar scratches.
She closed her eyes. “Oh God, not now, not today…… Please let it be a hallucination…” she begged. But when she opened her eyes, the car from hell was still there.
She let herself in her apartment with reluctance. It was quiet. Any other person would think there was noone inside. But she knew better. She would have known even if the car wasn’t there. Her apartment smelled… clean!
“Mom?” she called. There was a loud thud from the kitchen, so she headed there.
“Ria baby is that you?” Amy asked before Maria could reach the kitchen door.
“Of course it’s me mom, who were you expecting, Santa?” said Maria wearily.
“Oh, I don’t know, I was hoping I could meet one of your oh-so-secret boyfriends.” She said with a voice full of complaint, hugging her daughter.
“Please mom, not today, I’m too tired to argue…” Her voice was muffled, but she didn’t let go. It really was helping to hug her mom again. It was a simple gesture that she had taken for granted when she was younger.
When she made herself let her mother go, she managed to ask. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you would be on your way back to Roswell by now. Didn’t you miss home yet?” she asked with a curious look laced with concern.
Amy had been touring all over the country for the last two months, from convention to convention. Losing her daughter to her father was something Amy couldn’t quite cope well with. After all the years of sacrifices she had made for her daughter, being a single mother and all, she couldn’t manage to enjoy her freedom when it was given back to her. She had tried everything for years and Maria knew this long road trip was an extension of her mother’s continual confusion.
“Are you kidding? I am dying to go back. But I thought since I came all the way to LA, I could talk to you face to face. There’s something I want to tell you and I didn’t think it would go well over the phone.”
Amy was talking slowly, choosing her words carefully. Maria was starting to freak; it wasn’t like her mom to talk like that. DeLuca women were known to babble and talk as fast as their mouths manage. “This should really be important…” she thought, taking in her mother’s concerned look, full of expectation.
“O-kaay. I’m guessing this is important?” Maria voiced her thought and waited for her mother to nod. Amy nodded. She looked a little scared to Maria. Fear was an emotion she wasn’t used to seeing in her mother’s eyes.
Maria made two cups of tea and directed her mother to the couch in her living room. Once they sat down comfortably, she snuggled to her mother and asked; “Now you can tell me.”
Amy closed her eyes and said the words she had thought two months about. “I’m getting married.”
- - -
Maria looked at her mother long and hard with disbelief. This was definitely something she wasn’t expecting. When she finally found her voice she managed to say “Explain.”
“Two months ago Jim asked me to marry him. I was confused, so I asked him to give me some time. I needed to be alone, so I took off. After two months of soul searching alone on the road, I decided to accept it.”
She wasn’t looking at Maria. It was a hard thing to talk to your daughter about your insecurities. She forced herself to look her in the eye. If she was gonna do this she had to be able to do it boldly, not like a coward.
“I should have accepted it the minute he asked me.” She said.
Amy has pictured this moment in her head many times, but Maria’s reaction was beyond her hopes. She had a huge grin on her face while she shouted and threw her arms around her mother.
“Oh my God! I’m so happy for you!”
“Really? You’re not mad?” Amy choked back her tears.
“Of course I’m not mad! Jim is a great guy and I know you’ll be happy with him. Oh my god. This is gonna be so great!”
Maria was back in her Super Maria mode. “I’ll arrange everything, you don’t have to worry about anything. Just sit back and give me the date. It’ll be perfect!”
- - -
Amy stayed the night and left early in the morning to go back to Roswell. It was going be a long and lonely ride, but she cheered herself up thinking about what was waiting for her there.
When the first shock disappeared, Maria found herself thinking about going back to Roswell. After all those years she found it difficult to return. She had no idea what she would find there.
When her father had come to take her to LA, she had been just a high school student. It was hard to leave back then, but she had felt like she had to. She had waited her whole life for her father after all. It had been her dream, her biggest fantasy. But in the end it had turned out that the perfect life with dad was really that, a fantasy.
Now she was feeling guilty for leaving. For not calling her mom or Liz or Alex. For being too scared to return when she could. For leaving them out of her life on purpose. For letting them think she didn’t care…
In one month she would be back. And she was scared out of her mind.
- - -
“What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t said a word all day!”
Tom was getting really worried. Though he found it weird that she would still be this lost over Colin, he was blaming himself for talking about him and depressing her.
Maria considered not telling him for a moment, but she decided against it. He was the only person who knew the whole story of her life. And she reminded herself what not talking had done to her other relationships. She didn’t want to tell him. It seemed as though it wouldn’t be real til she voiced it out loud. But she also knew it was time to come clean with her past, she couldn’t hide in the shadows anymore. And after all Tom deserved the truth.
So she said the thing she dreaded saying or even thinking for the last seven years.
“I’m going back to Roswell.”
Tom was dumbfounded. He stared at her for a minute to register what she was saying. “She lost it…” he thought. “She finally lost it and she is hallucinating…”
“Wha…” he managed to blurt out.
Maria couldn’t help herself but laugh at his expression. His mouth was opening and closing but there was no sound coming out. He looked so much like her fish Goldie it wasn’t even funny. She would have loved to stay and make fun of him, but she had a full schedule so she made a mental note to tease him later and said, “I gotta run now. I’ll explain tonight. Meet me at my place at eight.”
She kissed her still mute friend’s cheek and ran out the door towards her car.
- - -
“Why?” Tom asked as soon as she opened the door at 7:30 PM. She knew he had been dying to ask that question for the last four and a half hours; he had even come early, Tom was never early.
“Mom’s getting married.” She said retreating in the house without looking back to see if he was following.
“That’s nice.” He said with a small voice. He sounded thoughtful, not an ordinary thing for him.
“Are you okay with it?” asked Tom, following a secret path of questions known to every best friend all around the world.
“With the marriage or the going back to Roswell thing?”
“Both I guess…”
“Well, to be honest I’m really happy about the marriage part. She was really lonely you know. After all the difficulties she went through, she deserves to be doing something just for herself and be happy. She is not that old. She has a whole lot of time ahead of her. I just want her to be content, you know?”
“As for the going back to Roswell part… Well, I am a little bit nervous…” said Maria looking down at her feet. When she finally raised her head to meet his eyes, she found him staring at her with amusement and disbelief…
“Now you know that this is the understatement of the century…”
“Okay. Okay.” She admitted, “I am about to have a damn nervous breakdown!”
“Yeah, that looks more like it.”
“Well thanks for the vote of confidence.” She said sarcastically.
“Mars you know you were going to have to do it sooner or later…” Tom started with a serious tone. “You can’t just bury your past like that. It is haunting you. You should get past it and move on.”
“Yeah I know. It is time. And this is, like, the perfect opportunity… I’ll do it; I’m not having second thoughts or anything. But I’m scared, cause I know that I’m guilty, and I’m scared that they’ll hate me…”
She was almost crying and she didn’t want to cry in front of Tom again, or anyone else for that matter. She was strong. She reminded herself that she had stood up to life all alone for all that time. She could do it. “It’s not a big deal… No big deal…” she kept chanting inside her head, trying to convince herself.
“I know you can do this Mars. You don’t have to worry. You’ll give her the perfect wedding, and everything will go just smooth. And I’ll come with you if you need me, okay? Don’t worry. And if they hate you, we’ll deal with it as it comes. You know it’s their loss after all.” Said Tom wearing his comforting best friend face and I’ve-seen-worse look.
Maria gave him a familiar smile accompanied with sad eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Mission accomplished…” Tom thought as he passed methodically from comforting phase to cheering up.
“Enough with the moping, lets have some fun. What do you have in mind, chocolate and wine with a chick flick, or tequila and nookie with a muscular guy?”
Tom knew he had succeeded, when he saw a mischievous smile creep up her face…
- - -
Unexpected and long forgotten memories started to assault Maria the minute she set foot in Roswell. Silence of the desert, smell of the earth, texture of the air brought her childhood back to surface. She could hear her own laughter mixed with Alex’s shouts and Liz’s screams of joy.
She had been a happy kid back then, she had nothing important to complain or shadow her happiness -maybe just an occasional dream of a father-, and she had grown to be a successful, independent woman. But the guilt she had taken upon her shoulders, somewhere in between those good times, was burdening her soul and keeping her from cherishing life.
She drove her rental car through the streets, which were strangely alien and familiar at the same time. She drove past Crashdown and although she knew for sure that Liz was now somewhere better with her college degree on something really complicated and serious, she expected to see her there, with that stupid alien face apron, waiting tables.
Everyone seemed suspiciously familiar. She knew there was no way that she could know all Roswell population, it was just her paranoia kicking in.
She arrived at her mother’s house -her old home- in no time. A little too fast for her liking. When she finally managed to calm herself down enough to get out of the car, she realized that there probably was noone home to help her get her things inside or open the door for that matter. Her mother would be working at this hour. She cursed under her breath and started to unload her baggage.
- - -
She took all her nine bags one by one and placed them near the door on top of each other. Then she scrambled her hair and shouted triumphantly when she found a hairpin.
“Uh-huh!!!”
She bent the pin and started to pick on the lock. When the door unlocked with a small clink, Maria reached for the top three bags with a proud smile on her face. But when the door opened just when she reached for the knob, she lost her balance and stumbled inside, throwing her multicoloured bags around.
“Aaaaaaaah!!!”
She landed on something rather soft. “GOD DAMMIT!!!” she shouted. She threw her hair back to see around and her eyes met a pair of startled brown eyes. She froze with surprise and fear. Thoughts assaulted her brain. Who the hell was that? A thief? A rapist? Kyle?
She panicked and struggled to get up, thrusting her elbow in the stranger’s ribs in the process. He let out a muffled curse and held her wrists with one hand to keep her from moving.
She was getting really scared, so she did what she always did when she was afraid. She yelled at him.
“What the hell you think you’re doing? Let me go this instant or I’ll… I’ll… well I don’t know what I’ll do but it sure will hurt like hell.”
She was fidgeting on top of him, trying to kick him with no success. But he couldn’t manage to get his brain to think why she was attacking him. He was studying her face with an irresistible interest.
Her big, green eyes were fuming with anger, her cheeks were blushing, and her full red lips, shiny with lip-gloss, were catching his eyes, while she kept yelling at him about something he couldn’t comprehend.
She stopped moving and looked at him directly in the eye to scare him off with one of her patented you-are-in-trouble-buddy looks. But she realized that this time she might be the one in trouble. His eyes were absorbing her.
His brown eyes dropped their shield for a moment and looked at her with surprise, interest and… hunger? He managed to not look impressed though, after all, he always had SOME shields up, if not all. It didn’t require his brain’s assistance after all those years, it was reflex.
She tried to keep the angry façade but she was losing all rational thoughts. She was slipping. The last working part of her brain suddenly screamed that he was a thief who was trying to hurt her. It warned her “He is your enemy.”. “...who has mesmerising eyes.” she added to the thought.
The spell was broken though. She got her hand out of his now slightly loosened grip and raised it to slap him. But he was faster and caught her hand. Then without giving her a chance to react, he crashed his lips on hers. “I can’t believe a girl trying to slap me is turning me on…” was his last coherent thought before he lost himself in her.
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