PART 9


Direct approach… She’d always appreciated that. But the subject he was approaching kinda didn’t make sense. Not human? Then what was he, a cat? He was a bastard most of the time but except that he was as human as it could get. Oh, well, minus that blasting the big guy incident of course.


She noticed him watching her reaction carefully and somewhat scared, so she tried to control her expression and not show him any emotions yet. Even if he was a delusional lunatic, he had feelings, and it was evident that this talk was hard on him.


“Then what are you?” She spoke with nonchalance while suppressing the urge to laugh.


She wasn’t running out screaming or calling the cops. Maybe he really could handle this. “We actually. Isabel, Max and I. We are from another planet.”


So she was falling in love with a madman. Damn! She’d known that he had issues but that was unexpected. Patience. She needed patience. “Michael…” She leaned forward. “…you have to tell me the truth. I don’t want this. I want YOUR story.”


Michael stood up silently and let out a bitter laugh. He knew it. He just knew it. He ran a hand through his hair. “I'm sorry princess, but that IS the truth. The only one I’ve got. The one I have to live through everyday.”


His voice was sarcastic and bitter. She didn’t know how she had gathered that information but she knew what that tone meant. He was hurting. Michael and hurt had always found each other in odd times and places.


She got up and walked over to him. Lunatic or not, it was Michael and she wasn’t going to hurt him. She pulled him towards the bed. He looked at her questioningly.


“Under the blanket, it’s cold.” She commanded in her don’t-argue-with-me voice, while getting in herself.


He followed her lead and lay down under the covers. He knew he had lost all control over the situation. The only way to get back control was to hurt her. Not physically but with words… But he thought it would be pushing it way too much for one day.


She placed her head on the pillow and it felt like heaven. They were lying on the edges, away from each other and staring at the ceiling. Finally Maria turned to him and sighed. “Okay, if you don’t start soon, I’ll doze off.”


Start what? She wasn’t making any sense, as usual. First she hadn’t believed him and now she was putting him to bed? What was she thinking? For all she knew, he was either insane or an alien. He turned himself to face her. “What?”


“The story. Start.”


“I just told you. Why do you wanna hear it anyway? You don’t even believe me.”


“Don’t be such a baby. Start from the beginning. Like birth. Yeah, that’s good, start with your birth and we’ll see where this goes.”


“I wasn’t born actually, I was hatched…”


- - -


Two hours later, they were both silent. Maria was trying to process all the things he had told her. And Michael… Well, he wasn’t any less confused either. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. She’d kept asking questions and the story he told had eventually turned into his life story.


He’d kept the ugly parts to himself but still the things he had to remember drained him. He couldn’t remember ever talking that long in his life. Maybe with Max when they were kids, about home.


He’d tried to keep things in chronological order to not confuse her even more. So the last thing he’d told her was what had happened with Liz and Max that night. He could see her fear when he’d told her about the guy being an alien and having the powers, abilities they did.


It was too close. She had been too close to death.


“It’s like being a Czechoslovakian.”


“What?”


“You know, being an Antarian isn't that different from being a Czechoslovakian. Just like another country far away, right? Some place we’d never seen.”


“Czechs are human Maria.”


“Your point?”


“I'm not!”


“It’s not that important.”


She was trying to pretend now? He wasn’t human, trying to pretend he was, was just plain wrong. It was what Max and Iz had been doing all their lives. He wasn’t going to do that.


“Accept it or not, I'm not the guy you thought I was. I am an alien and a f-ucking killer.”


She sat up, irritated. He was still lying there, not looking at her. “I know exactly who you are. You’re Michael. All the things you went through all your life…” She touched the lines around his eyes with her fingertips. “All the things you did, the things you saw, the things you dreamed about, made you YOU. And I know you. I never considered you as Michael The Human, so now it’s not important if you say you're half human half Antarian. I don’t care.”


Michael wasn’t going to let himself dream, hope. He got out of the bed, stood away from her. “You should care. You saw what I can do. What I did to that guy. I kill. It’s not pretty.”


“No Michael you got it all wrong. You didn’t just kill someone. You protected. That’s what you do.” She was near him again. How was he supposed to think when she was in his smelling range? “That’s who you are. You’re a soldier. You protect your people.”


“Then I screwed up. Tess died. Nasedo died. You almost died. What kind of a protector does that make me?”


She hugged him tightly. He stiffened in her arms. “You can't save everyone. You can't be perfect.” She whispered in his ear.


“I should be. Max is.”


She laughed at that. Was he really that dense? “No, he's not. He's just a selfish brat. You had trusted him with your lives and he’d screwed up. He’d traded your safety with Liz’s life without your consent. That doesn’t make him a saint Michael, but a bad leader.”


She looked in his eyes with all her honesty. This was something he’d never had in his life before; support, trust, faith… It was all there, shining in her eyes. He couldn’t ignore the urge anymore. He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against hers.


She wanted this. She wanted it so badly, her heart ached for it. For his touch. When his lips finally touched hers, its lightness maddened her. She wanted more of him. All of him… She pushed herself up against his lips, amazed at their softness and heat. That was how he was to her. He appeared rough but felt soft and tasted sweet.


One of his hands tangled in her hair to hold her close, while the other slowly stroked her bare back, up and down, leaving tingles with every touch. He felt her hands reach around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. Shivers ran down his spine and made him feel alive.


She parted her lips slightly and tasted him. Sweet… with a touch of spice. It matched his scent. She caressed his cheek. It definitely matched his personality. Michael. Her very own, living, breathing, brooding alien.


She knew at that moment she was head over heels in love with him. There was nothing to keep her from it. For the first time, everything about him finally made sense. His lack of enthusiasm for future, his solitude, his attitude… She understood them now. She understood him.


He couldn’t control or suppress his feelings. Emotions overwhelmed him. All he could focus was her smell, her touch. He felt the connection all of a sudden. She was everywhere, all around him. Her smell sharpened and surrounded him, taking him away from the real world. Her emotions hit him hard and fast. Love, trust, passion, desire… He tried to block the pictures coming from her but couldn’t.


He saw himself; sleeping, eating, smirking at her… His breath caught in his throat. He saw every little detail of his movements as she had watched and examined them. He felt the sensation he’d given her when they had first kissed. Her joy when he’d cooked for her. Her satisfaction when he’d smiled. Her worry when he’d cried in her arms. Her fear of falling in love with him. Her desire for his touch…


Maria was enjoying the sparks his hand kept creating in her hair when she felt it. His essence engulfed her. She was drowning in a sea which smelled like him, tasted like him, felt like him... She felt desire and need but they weren't hers. They were coming from him. His feelings towards her… She kissed him harder, trying to fulfil his need.


His tongue found hers in her mouth and they mated there, caressing each other. His tongue danced in her sweet, hot mouth, searching and loving every corner of it. It scraped her teeth and was tasting the roof of her mouth when images hit her.


She couldn’t understand what they were at first. Memories and pictures. She felt them like they were hers, but knew they weren't. She was a scared child in a big, stinking man’s shadow all of a sudden. Then she was a young boy full of hurt but with dreams. Then she saw what happened to those dreams. She felt the betrayal of the only ones she trusted. The rest was loneliness and anger. She saw what life was for the owner of those eyes she borrowed, it was just about waiting and surviving. Sadness covered her body and made her shiver.


She broke the kiss and leaned her hot forehead against his. She was panting. “Was that…” “Yeah.” He answered her, knowing what she meant without hearing the words. A single tear found its way down her cheek.


“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He said, not knowing what she’d seen or felt through the connection which was totally out of his control. She shook her head and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “It was beautiful. You're beautiful.” She traced his jawline with her thumb with such care and delicacy, he almost believed her.


Her hair was tousled and her lips were red and swollen. She looked in his eyes and he saw the fire of her raging passion shining in the deep green. He thought she’d never looked more beautiful. And she was complimenting HIM? All thoughts were lost when her lips met his in a crushing, passionate kiss and her body melted into him.


He was burning with the need, want and passion he was feeling. Not only his anymore but theirs. He stroked up her bare, white leg and brought it up to wrap around his hip. He gently but quickly held her up and turned them around so she could lean against the wall. She brought her other leg up to wrap around his centre and crossed her feet behind him, pressing their groins together. Michael groaned and softly bit her neck when she rubbed against his erection.


Her hands started to unbutton his shirt while his mouth moved along her neck, setting her skin on fire. She inserted her hand inside his half buttoned shirt and moved it down his broad, smooth chest and found his nipple. She squeezed it gently between her fingers, getting lost in the sensation of his hand stroking her thigh.


He put his head down on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck, smelling her hair. His hand moved up her thigh and grasped her ass, eliciting a long, wild moan from her.


His heart was beating so fast but he couldn’t even feel it. He saw or felt nothing but her. He had no doubts, no insecurities once he had felt her want and need of him. Her feelings were more powerful than he could have ever imagined. She wanted him. She needed him. She loved him.


He gently pulled down one of the straps of her dress, holding his breath. She held back, watching him with heavy lidded eyes, panting. Her strap dropped revealing a creamy breast. He gasped at her beauty. He pulled the other strap absentmindedly, leaving her upper body naked. He looked in her eyes as if asking for permission but there was no point. They were one now. There was no knowing where one ended and the other began. They were sharing one mind, one soul.


His mouth closed over one of her rosy nipples and Maria gasped with pleasure. She felt her knees get weak and her heart pound even more fiercely in her chest. He played with her erect nipple softly with his tongue. Maria’s hands, buried deep in his hair, pulled him tighter, not letting him leave. He was more than happy to comply.


Maria haven't realized how close to the edge she’d been till he started playing with her through her thong. She was dripping wet. Her ragged breathing reminded him that they needed to move to bed. He carefully but reluctantly put her down on her feet and let her dress slide down. She stepped out of it; her hands busy with his remaining shirt buttons. She took his shirt off and biting her bottom lip in anticipation started to unbuckle his belt.


His hands kept roaming her body. He couldn’t keep his hands away from her. He gently cupped one of her breasts and started kneading it almost in a daze. Her skin felt like silk under his fingers. He couldn’t resist the urge and started suckling on her. She gasped. “Oh God!” She pushed his trousers down and held on to his shoulder. She just couldn’t hold herself up anymore.


Seeing this, Michael held her up, crushing her to his chest and brought her to bed. He layed her down gently on the covers and started playing with the waist of her thong. It was a plain white thong, simple, but Michael thought it looked beyond erotic, drenched with her juices. He pulled it down and threw it on the floor with an almost animalistic growl.


Maria was lying there like a puddle of her old self. She was watching him. The swell of his muscles as he moved, the way sweat trickled down his torso, his growls and groans… He was perfect. He was everything she’d ever wanted to have and feel, but never were able to put into words or even acknowledge. Her hands reached up for him. “Come here…” she whispered and pulled his mouth down to a desperate, searing kiss. She wanted to have him, hold him, consume him so he could never leave her and take away this feeling of contentment.


His hand found its way down to her moist lower lips and parted them without hesitation. He started to play with her clit, rubbing and pinching it. Her breathing became laboured and he could feel her racing heart through her chest. He kissed his way down her body to her breasts. He’d never had that fascination for breasts before. But her milky white breasts with little pink nipples drove him crazy. He took one nipple in his hot mouth again. She arched her back instinctively to give him more of her. He toyed with the hardened nipple and enjoyed the little sounds she made.


She was whimpering his name over and over. She made him feel wanted, desired as he’d never felt before in his life. He felt important and almost invincible. It wasn’t that he’d never had girls chanting his name in bed before; he’d had… indeed lots of times, lots of girls. But Maria wanting him was different. She wasn’t just a girl; her opinion mattered. He didn’t know exactly when, but she had managed to gain his respect somehow.


He suddenly slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped; arching her back pushed her hips up to take them deeper. He found a rhythm matching her hips and kept thrusting them in and out of her. She was writhing and whimpering under him lost in the feeling he was creating. Her mews and the heady scent of her arousal were driving him mad.


He left her nipple and moved his mouth down to meet his hand, trailing kisses on the way. He nuzzled her golden curls and pushed his tongue between her moist lips. Her body contracted as an electrical current ran through it. She reached for his hand resting on her stomach and held it tight in an almost bruising grasp.


He quickened his thrusts and started to suck her swollen clit. She was close, he could sense it. He bit her clit lightly and felt her inner walls twitching around his fingers. She screamed his name while her body started shaking and spasming on the bed. He watched her face as she came, the way her body spasmed and relaxed, the content smile playing on her lips… She was so… perfect.


He kissed her lazily, enjoying her peaceful stance and smoothed her wavy, golden hair away from her sweaty forehead. Opening her eyes she grinned at him mischievously. “I want you so damn much.” She muttered to him and pushed him on his back. She crushed her lips on his, straddling him. The playful kiss turned quickly into a one full of desire and longing.


She reached her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her slim fingers around his c-ock. Michael’s body jerked and he groaned in her mouth as her touch made him tingle all over. At the back of his mind he thought he wasn’t going to survive this, it was just one touch, and he could already feel all the nerves in his body. She was killing him…


Maria had always been aggressive in bed. She liked being in control, feeling the power… Tom had a theory that she lacked the feeling of passion and strength she needed in her relationships except for the times she let loose, like when having sex. He knew her well; well enough to know that the real Maria was the one he saw at work, full of fire and life. When she was with her boyfriend -any one of them- she was like a kitten, agreeing and nodding, never once raising her voice. He knew she was scared that they wouldn’t want her otherwise. She let them believe she was someone else. And she always broke it off herself, before it got deep enough to hurt her. Except for just once… The time when she had let herself believe she really was that always nodding kitten and could have a future like that… Not the happiest one maybe but it appeared to be the safest… Apparently it wasn’t.


Michael had never known her kitten façade, so he wasn’t surprised at her actions. This was the Maria he’d met, he’d fought, he’d kissed… This was the only girl he would let control him. She was the only one he’d ever felt this …thing for. He couldn’t exactly put this thing down to words. Lust? Passion? Love? They were all meshed into one feeling… All he knew was it was more… More than anything he’d ever lived, felt or heard… She was more… More than anyone had ever been or could be… He knew she was the one and only. The one and only what? Confusing, confusing… He stopped thinking about it and let himself be swept off by the feeling. She was the one and only Maria…


His boxers were far-gone and Maria was sprawled all over him. This was the way he wanted to stay forever. Her skin on his. Her mouth never leaving his. Her eyes both fierce and tender, making him feel like he was all that ever mattered. She was teasing him, letting his straining erection touch her but not making a move to let it enter. It was torture. But she looked like she was enjoying herself. Her hand was stroking his length while her juices were spilling all over it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her waist tightly and flipped them over.


She chuckled softly at his reaction. She just loved to push him over the edge; edge of anger or edge of frustration, it didn’t really matter. He entered her in one, swift stroke, as if he did it a thousand times before. And they both were still suddenly. Maria, clutching him like she was about to fall from a cliff and Michael, lying on her with his head buried in her neck. They couldn’t dare move. Michael knew he should move, he probably was crushing her but god knows he wanted to stay like that for as long as he could. He felt complete and satiated. He knew this feeling. Not that he’d felt it before. He had just dreamt about it. That was how home was supposed to feel; safe, peaceful and cosy.


He felt her hands in his hair and on his back. She was stroking him soothingly. He trailed kisses all the way to her mouth, and when he reached her mouth, he gave her the most uncharacteristically soft and gentle kiss of his life. He pulled back after the long kiss and searched her eyes for some meaning or reason to what was happening between them. Maria was smiling at him with awe. He knew he’d never seen and could never possibly see anything more beautiful than the girl beneath him at that moment. The thought of telling her that entered his mind but he couldn’t. He lacked the courage.


He kissed her nose, trying to tell what he verbally couldn’t. She giggled like a little girl and blushed under his gaze. It was stupid to blush at a time like that but his gaze was… intense.


He started moving with long and slow strokes. Her eyes were still open, watching his face. He wanted to close his eyes and forget where he was, who he was with… That was what he’d always done, it was easier. But he couldn’t. He was imprisoned in her green eyes. So instead he mapped them in his head. He memorised the exact shade, the little yellow and browns in them. Their shape, the way her lashes curled, little lines around them. Then he saw them change, a fire started playing in them and it ignited something in him which burned all the way from his heart to his groin.


He felt her hands grab his ass and urge him to go deeper, faster. Her little noises became more urgent, her breathing more laboured. He lost all sense of control. He held her wrists in one hand above her head and started pounding in and out of her. He heard her screams and moans mixed with his own groans but they were far away. All he could feel was the raw energy being gathered in his lower abdomen, threatening to burst out.


Maria felt another surge of scorching liquid travel down her body and thought she was about to die from the painful pleasure. There was no way she could take it any longer. Her heart was going to explode. Then she felt his hot mouth cover her nipple and bite it. Her screams echoed in the room while her body arched up from the bed and started convulsing. All she could see were red flames coming out of her body and engulfing everything around with an intolerable heat coursing through her. Tremors shook her small figure and a black cloud covered her mind.

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