Part 4

He was keeping her so close, she had to straddle his thighs and sit on his lap. It was the most comfortable she'd felt since he had left. Their bodies entwined together felt right. They belonged to each other. They were made to be with each other.

“What's her name?” he whispered into her hair.

Maria smiled. “Alice.”

“Like Alice In Wonderland?”

“Yeah,” she said. He could hear the smile in her voice. “Remember the day we watched it together? At your apartment?”

“Yeah, and you said our lives were like that. A f-ucked up fairytale.”

Maria sighed and let her hands stroke his back soothingly. He'd remembered. She had always wondered if he would.

She felt his lips touching the exposed skin of her neck, and his hands making their way under her dress, up her thighs. She shivered with the knowledge of what was to come. Her hands found the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up over his head, leaving his back bare to her touch. His body had changed so much. She remembered every inch of his it the way it used to be, now it was more muscular and a little rougher under her palms. But her effect on him hadn't changed, she noticed. His body still reacted with the same fire to her touches.

Excitement, anticipation, passion, love, desire… All those feelings washed over her, making her body tremble and ache for him. She knew he wasn’t any better from his hurried touches and uncontrollable moans.

“I missed you…” he groaned, as he laid her down on the bed, and attacked her lips. “God, I missed you so much…”

She tried not to sob, and focused on the feeling instead. Everywhere his body touched was on fire. He trailed kisses down her neck and his hands traveled up her sides, bringing her dress up as they went. Soon the dress was thrown away, leaving Maria lying on the bed, her body writhing under his gaze, clad only in her black thong.

He gazed up and down her body, noticing the changes. Her hips were curvier and her breasts were slightly bigger. She still had the long, slender legs he worshipped, and the ivory smooth skin. With her long hair curling around her shoulders, she looked sexy as hell. He tried to picture her pregnant, but couldn’t. He had to do something about that.

Kicking off his shoes, he crawled up her naked body, and ravished her lips as his hands found her breasts and started kneading them. Her skin was like a baby’s, not that he could really know. But it was so soft and warm. Just like the baby sleeping in the next room looked. Their baby. Alice.

Her nails raked down his back as his lips and tongue found the softness of her breasts. He wished he could've been there to see how his daughter had suckled that breast. There was something so sexy about that picture. Something strong and wild. Something primal.

He had missed out on so much. Her first step. Her first word. But at least he could be there for her first crush now. Her first boyfriend. Michael growled at the thought. He definitely was going to enjoy being there, but he doubted the poor guy would.

Maria pulled him up, needing to feel his lips and let her hands travel down to take off his jeans. She pushed them down with her feet and smirked when she realized he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“Still no boxers?” she asked against his lips, trying to catch her breath.

“You used to like it…” he mumbled looking in her eyes.

“I still do,” she said, feeling her heart beat even faster. She could remember bitching all the time about how he never listened to her. How could he remember little details like that if he didn’t listen? Why would someone pretend not to listen? Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

Bringing his knee up between her legs, he let her grind on it just like she used to do… He used to love feeling her rub herself on him and make the cutest little noises. That had been his favorite Maria moment before they’d had sex. Then, it had changed into a picture that was burned into his memory. A moment he was planing on creating once more real soon.

His hands played with the waist of her thong and he looked up at her for permission. It was a reflex. When he looked up he remembered she wasn’t a teenager anymore. They weren't a couple of kids making out. She was a grown woman. A beautiful, strong woman. She was a mother.

He wondered why every damn thing about her made him want her more… She had been perfect. How had she managed to become more? He had loved her with all his heart. How was possible that now he loved her even more?

He kneeled down next to her without letting their mouths part and pulled down her thong. She pushed it with her feet all the way down and parted her legs a little to let him know she was ready for him.

His hand traveled down her navel towards her curls, and started to softly caress her, making her bite his lip. She arched her neck and moaned loudly, her hand clutching his thigh. “Oh god…”

He watched her body writhe on the bed and plunged two fingers deep inside her heat. “God, Michael…” She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Her breathing was getting faster with every thrust of his fingers and her body was arching off the bed. He kissed her neck softly and leaned down to her ear. “Ssshh…”

“God I missed this so much…” she said, her voice hoarse because of her moans.

He bit her earlobe. “I'm sure you could do it yourself. You taught me after all.”

She raised her hand, showing her fingers to him. “They're too short I guess…” she said and groaned when he took them in his mouth. “Or there's just something about your fingers…”

Michael bent down to take her nipple into his mouth, and felt her body curl around his. He knew she was trying hard not to shout, so he brushed the thumb of his free hand on her lips and let her bite his fingers instead of her lip. Her body arched off and stilled, and with a muffled scream fell back on the bed; spent, but still slightly shaking.

Lying down next to her, he pulled her body close to his. They had changed, that was true, but their bodies still completed the other just perfectly. He tried to behave himself, but found his hands roaming her body. His Maria. So perfect.

A content smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to light up the whole room when she opened them. “Hey…” he whispered, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the sight of her face so satiated and angelic.

“Hey…” she said, rubbing her face on his naked chest like a cat. She looked so innocent. Her hand traveled down, and he decided maybe not that innocent. Her fingers circled his erection and they both sighed at the familiar touch.

Michael pulled her body on top of his, and groaned when she draped on top of him like a human blanket and started nibbling on his nipple. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her towards his erection. She stopped, realizing what he was doing. She looked at him questioningly, her brow furrowed in confusion.

He wanted her on top? He never did that. He liked being in control. He liked guiding their movements. He was doing something new. That meant he learned something new. That meant he had some practice… With who, she wondered. Batgirl? Her heart clenched, seeing a picture of him in her mind, with a long haired blond, dressed in tight black leather. No… Don’t. Not now. Don’t go there now…

He kissed her palm, unaware of her inner struggle. “I want to watch you…” he said, and couldn’t understand why she looked so moved by his words.

She sighed. So there was no Batgirl… That was good.

She lowered herself on him, and froze with her hands resting on his navel, savouring the feeling. Then she slowly laid down on top of him, letting herself just feel him. His heartbeat thumping under her breast, his ragged breathing tickling her neck, his fingers caressing her hips and his throbbing length inside her, setting her body on fire.

Michael thought about asking her if she was on the pill. But he lacked both the words and the voice to do it. Did he really care? No. He didn’t. A part of him even wished she wasn’t, so he could see how she looked pregnant.

Lifting her chin up, he kissed her softly, enjoying the feeling of her hair draped on his shoulders. But they had to do something about the color. His hand trailed up and she felt a tingling, then she saw him smile with mischief. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of her hair on his chest. It was blond. Just like it used to be.

He was expecting a rant, that was what she’d always done when he did something without consulting her first. So her words caught him by surprise. “I love you.”

“Still?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Her head dropped on his chest again. “Isn't it weird? I think I love you even more now.”

He kissed the top of her head, and whispered to her. “Me too… I love you more… Much, much more…”

Hugging his body close, she ignored the tears spilling down her cheeks, and her body started rocking softly, her moans drowning the sobs building in her throat.

She was in heaven and had no intention of coming back any time soon.

- - -

Michael woke up feeling a warm naked body pressed against him. He inhaled deeply and smiled. Her scent was still the same. She had changed her perfume, but he could still smell the unique Maria smell there.

He wondered when was the last time he woke up smiling. He couldn’t remember. Not ever. Maybe for a short period of time, when he'd first realized he was in love with Maria. That had to be it. Because he was falling in love with her once again. Maybe even deeper this time… Was it possible? Was there a depth in him that she hadn't yet reached?

He felt the bed move, and opened his eyes. A pair of wide open eyes matching his in color stared back at him.

He looked at her, fascinated and not quite able to move. “Can I wake mommy?” Alice said with a small voice that fit her face perfectly. All he could do was nod.

The little girl smiled and leaned down to her mother’s ear. “MOMMY WAKE UP!” she shouted and Michael found himself covering his ears. She had his eyes, but that voice was definitely Maria's.

Maria, unbelievably, just stirred and grabbed the little girl without even opening her eyes. She mumbled something incoherent and went back to sleep. Michael thought it had to be some kind of a morning tradition.

Alice squirmed a little, but couldn’t get out of her mother’s embrace. She scowled and her fiery eyes turned in his direction. “Can you help me wake mommy?”

Michael leaned closer to Maria and kissed her neck. “Maria, wake up baby…”

Maria yawned, and opened her eyes slightly, her body leaning into his body. Alice looked up at him and grinned. “Wow, it worked!”

He smirked at his daughter. She was just like a mini Maria, with his eyes and hair.

“Good morning baby,” Maria said, giving Alice a big kiss.

Michael watched them as they whispered some things to each other’s ears, Alice stealing glances at him. Finally she turned to him. “You came back from the stars?”

He couldn’t stop his grin. Only Maria would tell a four year old kid her father was an alien. “Yes, I did,” he said, realizing he actually wanted to make a good impression on the little girl.

“Why?” she asked in confusion. “They look so beautiful.”

Michael looked down at Maria's smiling face; her puffy eyes, tousled hair and swollen lips… “I think your mother’s more beautiful,” he said, making Maria blush and kiss his palm.

“No…” Alice said, shaking her head thoughtfully. “…I think the stars are prettier.”

Alice watched as they laughed at her words. What was so funny? She just couldn’t get adults. “I'm hungry…” she said, climbed down from the bed.

Maria snuggled deeper into her pillow and watched Alice leave the room. She closed her eyes and mumbled, “It’s your turn to prepare breakfast…”

He kissed her shoulder. “When did we decide this?”

“I've been preparing her breakfast for the last four years. It’s definitely your turn,” she mumbled, pulling the comforter.

“I demand my morning kiss first…” Michael said climbing on top of her.

“Oh all right!” she said in mock anger and kissed him, feeling her sleepy mind waking up slowly.

Holding her hands above her head, he pulled back to look in her eyes. “I want another one,” he said.

“Another what?”

“Baby. An Alex maybe this time?”

Maria's heart skipped a beat at her friend’s name. “You spend a week with her, then tell me if you want more.”

Michael nodded. “Fair enough. Then let’s get married.”

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she said, a soft smile playing at her lips.

“I have some catching up to do,” Michael answered seriously. “So, will you marry me?”

“You're supposed to be kneeling in front of me, not on top of me,” Maria pointed, but Michael just shrugged. When had he ever done anything the conventional way?

“Nope. You can't get off that easy. I want the romantic dinner, and my Scooby plates, and the candle light… Just this time you won't leave in the morning, and instead you can propose…”

“Maria…” he growled.

“What?”

“Shut up and marry me!”

“Oh, all right!” she said, rolling her eyes. But all humor left her eyes once their lips met with the familiar burning passion, and her heart caught on fire, making it hard to breathe.

“MIIICHAEL!!!”

“You think we can get her to call me daddy?”

“Maybe she should call you The Shadow, or The Mysterious Hero of the Night, or… how does The Warrior from the Stars sound?”

“Oh shut up!” Michael said, throwing a pillow at her. Wearing his boxers, he headed downstairs to prepare breakfast.

It was his turn after all.

The End

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