Story 1 - Something Better...

Part 1

“It's like the porno version of Aladdin.” Maria stated entering the room.

“At least it's warm.” Michael defended, knowing that their situation sucked. But he would never admit that it was actually his fault.

“I don't even want to think about what I could catch in here.” She shuddered at the thought of who else might have used that room before and for what kind of purposes.

“You know, if you stop being such a princess about things…”

“Princess? No, no. I think I've been a pretty good sport up until now, but I'm cold, and I'm hungry, and I'm in some nookie motel with a guy I…I barely even know, and I...and I just…I really want to go home right now.” How was it that she had started the sentence in her ranting mode, but it had turned quickly into an almost crying state? The day was just too exhausting and that guy was extremely annoying, not to mention creepy.

“Why don't you stay here? I saw some vending machines outside. I'll go see what they have. Lock the door.”

She stood frozen in the middle of the room. Was that just Michael Guerin being nice to her? She could swear she’d heard emotion in his voice. No… It couldn’t be… She was just too tired, her mind was playing tricks on her.

- - -

“So, do you get hungry just like the rest of us?” Okay, she had to admit that was a dumb thing to ask, but there was those weird vibes coming off him that made her nervous, unsettled.

“Yeah. Of course I get hungry.” He said sarcastically. Great, just what he needed. Explain some chick that you are not actually green and slimy.

“What, uh...what other human urges do you feel?” That was even dumber. But all those vibes… Yeah, that was definitely his fault.

He was coming closer. Oh god! Oh god! Don’t panic!

He was so close she feared he could feel her heart beat.

“Not if you're the last woman on Earth.”

Now that hurt.

Say something…

“Ditto.”

She was totally disappointed in her talking abilities… She had to change the subject or she obviously was going down. Fast. “… And so you'll know, I am not gonna be getting an "F" on this assignment, so...you better start answering some questions. Right now, pal-ly, and I mean for real. So, favourite ice cream flavour?”

“Pistachio.”

“Pistachio...favourite TV show?”

“Win Ben Stein's Money.”

“Ok, favourite book?”

“James Joyce...Ulysses.”

Just as she thought they were doing great… He had to be the jerk he was and lie! “You have not read Ulysses.”

“What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones who pass it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds. Page 655...told you, you wouldn't understand. Next question.”

She had to force her mouth to close it. She would have found a way to wipe that stupid smirk off his face if she’d been in her right state of mind. But she wasn’t. Not with all those stupid vibes around… “All right, if you're so smart, then how come you fail every class in school?”

“What number is that?”

“It's my own personal question, ok?”

“I don't answer personal questions, ok?”

“All right, fine. Then maybe it's the answer to number 16. What are you afraid of?”

“I hate this. This is stupid.” He was refusing to back down, but that chick was not only annoying, but also extremely confusing.

“All right, how about just one personal question? You know, since I didn't turn you in back there. Why is it so important to you to find out where you come from?”

She knew that she was pushing it, but something inside her wanted desperately to solve his mystery, and maybe then she could stop feeling like her heart was about to burst out when he was close.

“Because there's gotta be something better out there for me than Roswell, New Mexico.”

She couldn’t stop her smile. Life wasn’t going to help her out on that one, was it? He just had to come up and say that, instead of some lame-ass answer she was expecting. How was she supposed to prove herself that he was just a regular bastard with a few extra alien powers when he kept showing glimpses of a deeper person?

“You think that's funny.”

“No, no. It's just, um...when I was a kid, I used to stay up at night and, um, make up stories about my father...you know, and who he was and...what he was doing. And they all ended exactly the same way. He would come in a limo and pick me and my mom up and take us off to some exotic place where we'd live like royalty. Because, you know...I thought to myself...there's got to be something better out there for me than Roswell, New Mexico.”

It was a shock to share this with someone, okay not just someone, but especially Michael, but she refused to feel it at that moment. She just let herself enjoy it.

“Substitute a spaceship for a limo, and you know what I mean.”

Why was he telling that DeLuca chick about that? One of the most sacred things in his pathetic life? She had those vibes though… That had to be it. She was annoying things out of him.

Maria suddenly felt like all the air had left the room. Was it some alien voodoo magic he was doing with his eyes? Cause they were nothing like she had ever seen before.

She forced herself to look away.

“Yeah. I...I'm, uh, I'm getting kind of tired.”

“Yeah. It's been a long day, huh?” His voice sounded so artificial for a moment, he refused to believe it was his own. What was he doing, filling uncomfortable silences with small talk? Silences had never been uncomfortable for him.

“Yeah.”

“I don't suppose we could share?” he asked nonchalantly, knowing that she would refuse.

She didn’t miss the opportunity to get back at him. She walked closer, til they were nose to nose. Well not literally, since he was a great deal taller than her.

“Not if you were the last alien on Earth.”

- - -

Was that just pain she’d seen in his eyes? She couldn’t be sure since he avoided her eyes so intently, and he was so damn good at it. Well, so what? She’d wanted to hurt him hadn't she? He’d deserved it. Why was it bothering her now?

Giving in to the temptation she called his name before he could move away from her. “Michael?” He turned abruptly and met her eyes. Big mistake…

He’d never noticed how green they were. And how deep. He got lost in them for a moment. He wanted to turn his head thinking that he was probably scaring her again, but his body wasn’t obeying him anymore.

She forgot what she was about to say. How was he doing that?!? Always making her nervous enough to forget how to talk? That wasn’t her! She was famous for talking too much when she got nervous. She wanted to babble dammit!

Then she did something neither of them expected. Something extremely stupid. She kissed him.

Looking deep in his eyes, she raised on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Why? She couldn’t really explain it. Maybe she felt bad for hurting him? Maybe his eyes did some magic trick on her? Or maybe it was simply because his lips were so kissable…

They were soft. And warm. Two things she wouldn’t have associated with Michael Guerin. She softly licked his lips to taste him, and felt him suddenly respond to her. He was kissing her urgently, but gently. Not scaring her away by kissing her too deep too soon like some others had done. Again, Michael Guerin was full of surprises.

She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but instead forced them to stay where they were. That was Michael for Christ’s sake, not some cuddly teddy bear. He was scary, he was creepy, he was a total stranger and an out-of-this-world one at that!

She broke their kiss with determination, but her whole body protested against it. Forcing herself to look anywhere but him, she said the first thing she could think of. “I’m gonna get some air.” With that she almost ran out the door and collapsed on the pavement.

- - -

What had just happened? Michael stood there, where she left him and glared at the door. She had kissed him? That was pretty surprising all by itself, but the things that kiss made him feel were unbelievable. That was his first kiss since he wasn’t exactly a dating kind of guy, and it had always seemed like incest to try it with Izzie. But he had never imagined it could be like that. That intense…

- - -

What had she just done? She couldn’t believe how impulsive she’d been. She’d never kissed anyone like that. Of course she had dated a couple of guys, and she had given them their goodnight kisses… But she’d never just come up and kiss someone like that! What the hell was he doing to her?

The kiss though… Wow! It had been so much different than any other kiss she’d experienced. It was explosive and intense… So intense… Not like just kissing but something more… He had felt so good against her. His lips, his tongue… Oh god! She had to stop thinking like that.

- - -

He worked up his courage and stepped outside to the chilly night. She’d been crouched down right next to the door, but stood up as he came into her view. She was still avoiding his eyes he noticed, smoothing imaginary wrinkles on her jeans. He handed her, her jacket. “It’s cold.”

She nodded and took it from him, careful not to let their fingers touch. Michael shifted from foot to foot, trying to find something to say and failing miserably. Finally he stepped right in front of her and forced her to look him in the eye using his persuasive body language.

“You kissed me.” He said calmly, searching the answer in her eyes.

“Yeah.” Maria said, while wanting to deny with all her heart. “I did.”

“Why?”

Good question. She’d been wondering it herself. She shrugged. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled and tried to get away from her uncomfortable position between the wall and Michael.

He didn’t let her though. He grabbed her arm and pushed her softly against the wall. Before she could say anything, he crushed his lips on hers.

What had she just thought about her position being uncomfortable?

The sensation rushed through her body and she stopped protesting. What the hell was this feeling that he’d somehow managed to give her with one simple kiss? Okay, maybe not so simple… But it was just a kiss, right? How come it made her whole body sing?

One of his hands came up to cup the side of her face. His touch was gentle… and hot. Not clumsy like she had expected. He looked too confident for comfort though. For a moment she wondered how many girls he had kissed before, and stiffened under his touch. Not that she was jealous, but being “just a girl to make out” was one of her biggest fears. Would he do that to her?

He felt her pulling back, and let her go reluctantly. She was trying hard to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and looking at her bright, big eyes, he wondered if she had always been this beautiful and how come he hadn't noticed it before.

She had every intention of stopping this… thing between them. If only she hadn't looked at his face… His look had changed into a one of awe and curiosity, instead of his usual glare. He looked innocent. And so surprisingly beautiful. She protested in her head, he wasn’t supposed to look beautiful, he was a guy. But no amount of protesting could stop her hand from reaching out to touch his sculpted face. It had to be the vibes.

Her hand touched his cheek and his body tensed. He didn’t know how to react to it. His body wasn’t used to being touched by someone else. Noone had ever touched him before. Not like this. Not to just… well… touch.

She grazed her thumb across his cheek in a daze. So beautiful… Her heart tripled its rate when she saw him close his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He was enjoying it. Excitement covered her body. She couldn’t help but wonder how much she could affect him. There was only one way to find out…

Her lips met her fingers, and she started nibbling at his jawline. He tasted good… Salty. And he had this unique smell… Something spicy and masculine. Exotic. She trailed down to his neck, finding his pulse she sucked hard, knowing she would probably leave a hickey there. But she couldn’t care. She couldn’t think about anything but the way his body moulded into hers. At that moment everything else ceased to exist. No tomorrow, no friends, no aliens…

He was fighting hard to control his breathing but to no avail. Her touch was too gentle, too soft, too caring… He told himself to hold back those damn tears, that it didn’t really mean anything. She was just too good at this. He suddenly felt a twinge in his lower abdomen at the thought of why she could be too good at it. He refused to call it jealousy. And he calmed himself down by telling himself that she might be a menace, but she wasn’t that kind of girl.

He was too wrapped up in thinking about her past experiences, at first he didn’t realize what she was up to when she stopped all of a sudden. Her hand flew to the hem of his t-shirt and she pushed it up, trailing her hands softly over his chest. She looked in his eyes questioningly when he didn’t raise his arms to let her remove it. He was going to ask her if she really knew what she was getting herself into, but the raging passion in her eyes stopped him before he could utter a word. Instead he growled and cupping her face claimed her lips once more.

Her hands explored his chest under his clothes. She experimentally pinched his aroused nipple, and smiled against his lips when he bit her lip in response. Letting her hands travel to his back, she plastered her body to his, her straining nipples pressing into his chest. He was still intently devouring her mouth, his hands on either side of her face, unaware of her frustration.

Taking matters in hand, she pulled one of his hands away from her face. He didn’t protest but kept nibbling on her lips. She pulled his hand down and placed it on her t-shirt clad breast. He stopped kissing her abruptly, and tilted his head down to look at his hand.

He looked at his hand, then up at her face, then back at his hand again like he couldn’t believe it. She mentally rolled her eyes, but deep down she was adoring the confused look on his face. She placed her hand over his and squeezed it to reassure him, or maybe to show him what to do… She wasn’t really sure.

With her other hand she pulled his head down to her neck, and moaned in response when his hot breath scorched her sensitive skin. Michael, not knowing for sure what to do, tested her by placing a small kiss at the back of her ear. The reaction just one touch of his lips elicited from her was instantaneous. Her body was arching towards him, pressing her chest closer to his, pushing her breast into his palm insistently.

She was surprised how little stimulation she needed to become this aroused. She was trying hard to ignore the fact that her panties were now soaking wet. It was weird and unexpected that Michael of all people would be the one to make her feel these things for the first time. She couldn’t get it, she’d had crushes and boyfriends, but none of them had made her feel that aroused.

She shook her head slightly in disbelief, here she was practically having sex against a wall with a guy she knew nothing about except his origins, while just a month ago she had refused to make out with John, her boyfriend at the time, saying it was too soon. Too soon? Well this definitely was too soon then…

His reluctance was far gone and he was placing kisses all over her neck, tracing her collar bone, going up to her ear. Wet, hot kisses that made her want to scream. His hands travelled up to her shoulders and she felt him push her jacket down. She helped him by pulling herself away from the wall. Bad move… She didn’t think about how her jello-like legs would carry her without the added support of the wall. His arms caught her before she could collapse and crushed her to his chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she laughed softly at herself. How had she ended up like that?

Her laugh was so melodic he found himself smiling. She felt good resting on him. He was enjoying it. Actually he was enjoying it so much that it was beginning to bother him…

Bringing his hands down to her ass, he pulled her up and wrapped her legs around him. She wasn’t heavy, she was a small girl. Leaning her softly against the wall, he looked at her face. “Better?”

“Yes.” She said, dazzling him with a smile. Leaning closer seductively, she placed a kiss near his mouth, then his chin, then she nibbled at his lips softly. After trying a couple times to take her mouth, he growled. “Stop teasing me…”

Looking in his eyes mischievously and grinning, she muttered. “Can't help it…”

“Really?” he said, and put one of his hands under her t-shirt and squeezed one of her breasts. That made her lose all the focus and control she had left. She yelped and closed her eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted to do with her. After kissing her as he wanted he let her mouth go with a smirk. “You're so mean…” she said pouting. “I hate you.”

“I know.” He said like it was common knowledge.

“And you hate me…” she said after a moment, thinking hard in concentration.

“Yeah.” Was the only response he could muster as he fumbled with the cup of her bra.

“Then why exactly are we doing this?” she asked him, not being able to find an answer all by herself.

His only response was a shrug as he managed to pull down the cup and found her breast. All thoughts and doubts regarding the subject left her mind as his hand came in direct contact with the sensitive skin of her breast. She didn’t really give a damn as long as he kept touching her like that.

“Michael… Oh God…” she couldn’t stop her whimpering as he softly kneaded her breast. His hand was big and a little calloused but also hot and so damn talented. Grinding her centre to the bulge on his jeans, she kissed him fiercely. Was she going to be able to stop this? Did she really want to? No… not really…

She was breathing in pants and her body was writhing in his arms. He felt her hands push his t-shirt up once again and this time he complied to her request. He shuddered at the cold night air and her hot palms touching his torso at once. He rolled her nipple between his fingers. Her sudden intake of breath told him he was doing something right.

He knew at the back of his mind that they were still outside, where anyone could see. But his mind was clouded by her pouty lips working their way down his bare shoulder. He couldn’t ignore the shivering that covered her body though.

He pulled back slightly to see her face. “You're cold.” He stated, taking in her trembling form. She wanted to deny –it was too comfortable there- but it was way too obvious. She softly nodded.

“Okay, let's go inside.” He said, but didn’t put her down like she had expected.

Laughing, “What are you doing?” she shrieked when he held her up and started walking with her still in his arms. “Going inside…” he said with mischief in his eyes. “I can walk, put me down!” she said, in reality not really wanting to be put down.

“You don’t think I can make it?” he asked playfully…

“Well, let's hope you can…” she answered huskily in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

He quickened his moves, but she stopped him. “Michael? The clothes.” Cursing under his breath, he carefully bent down and gathered her jacket and his t-shirt, then made his way to the door.

Fumbling for a moment with the key, he somehow managed to drop it. He was thinking about how he was going to take it without having to let her go when her voice stopped him. “Do the alien trick.”

He looked at her like she was delusional. “You want me to blow up the place?” he asked incredulously.

“Come on, try…” she said and placed his hand on the lock. Letting her hand stay on his, she swallowed his protests in a kiss. Stopping the kiss way too soon for his liking, she leaned her forehead against his. “Just concentrate…”

She tried not to think what an exploding door could do to them and worked on looking reassuring for him. If she had learned anything about Michael in the last couple of days, it was that he had some definite lack of support and trust in his life. She had no idea why she really wanted to help him. It could be the little bonding they’d had before, or maybe the way he’d looked in her eyes… She concluded in thinking that she was simply paying back for those earth shattering kisses.

She watched his face as he closed his eyes and concentrated, his brow furrowing, his lips pursed. She didn’t want to break his concentration but he looked so cute she couldn’t help herself and let her hand stroke his hair.

Oh, now that was scary…She was now finding Michael Guerin cute? That was some dangerous territory there…

Hearing the click of the lock, she squealed in delight. “You did it! I told you, you could do it!” He held her tighter, and at a loss of words kissed her with all the passion and excitement building up in him.

Kicking the key inside, he shut the door behind them.