Author: DocPaul
Spoilers: Up to How the other half lives.
It was no surprise that Bobby and Meredith responded exactly how Maria predicted. Michael felt relieved that once again they were near enough to Laurie to protect her. There was no doubt in his mind, that with all the security around the Dupree estate that protecting Laurie was still a low priority, and more than likely having their niece killed by a madman would have certain monetary benefits.
Laurie looked relieve to see them, and actually moved closer to Maria as Michael talked to the relations. It didn't take much to make them understand that they weren't leaving Laurie alone and unprotected. So Meredith did the only option left to her, she called for Carmen to prepare them a place to stay.
“Would that be one room or two?”
Without looking at each other they both said, “One” at the same time. Michael watched Bobby with narrowed eyes, as Bobby looked Maria over again. Bobby was kind of creepy and it was easier to ignore Meredith all together.
“And next to Laurie.” Michael added as an after thought as he turned back towards the girls.
Maria went to put her bag and Michael’s in their room. She knew why she requested a single room for the two, and after spending two nights sleeping in the Jetta with Michael she was more than ready for both a bath and a nap in a real bed. Looking out over the gardens it was hard to imagine that so much unhappiness and coldness could live in this beautiful place. Neither her nor Michael had come from money or influence; they were a step down the social position of the Evans, Parkers, Whitmans and Valentis. She was from a broken home with a deadbeat father, and a hippy mother raising her daughter alone off the revenue of plastic alien collectibles, and Michael was from an abusive foster home. Neither was given much in life except the bare necessities, but in Maria’s case at least she had love and her mom. Michael had nothing. Looking at this cold dead place that should have offered him some background, some hope, and she was afraid that it would offer him much of the same, nothing.
Last year when Michael had finally found Nasedo, he was disappointed. Everything he had hoped for, all his dreams of finding home came with a high price. Nasedo wasn’t the father Michael had looked for all his life, the promise of home. Instead he was a symbol of the coldness and emotionless regard that his former life and people have for humans and life. Seeing all the death and killing that Nasedo did without a sense of conscience, and killing Pierce made him afraid, afraid of who he really was and who he would become. When he told Nasedo that he wasn’t whom he thought he would be, Michael was talking about more than just a missing father, but a missing race. He had spent a lifetime seeing humans as the enemy and feeling his alieness, and suddenly he was equally alienated from his former self.
Looking out over the gardens Maria felt real fear for Michael. His alien side had been a disappointment. Only the destiny of being a soldier was one that he could hold onto, but suddenly this connection to a human donor gave him a sense of being more than just a contrived devise in some war. It gave him a home and people, but the Dupree home was almost as cold and heartless as the alien one. Maria was afraid that Michael would be betrayed by this connection too, and all the dead people he came from would finally encase him in ice, and behind walls so high, that there would be no reaching him.
Laurie was a little out of there, but she gave her trust to Michael, gave him a connection. Maria couldn’t leave Michael alone here, and he couldn’t leave Laurie, so they would bunch their rooms together and watch each other’s back. It was a pattern Maria was use to, one she cultivated over the years, watching the backs of others, standing strong for them, and it seemed natural that she should do that for Michael. In some ways he needed it more, and actually deserved it more.
Grabbing her bathroom stuff after tossing her bag and Michael’s on the bed, she went to see how the other half bathed. “Oh my, there is a God. That’s it, I am living in here until we leave.” Maria shut the door to keep the warm steam in that she planned to generate, and started humming a happy tune.
Michael stayed with Laurie, but she finally went to sleep once she knew both Maria and Michael were back in the house. Leaving her, he tried to track down Maria. He didn’t want her wandering around unprotected. The Duprees looked about as friendly and cordial as pit vipers. And watching Bobby Dupree giving Maria good hard looks had his skin crawling. The bedroom next to Laurie’s had their bags on the bed, but Maria was gone. That surprised him. After sleeping in the car for two nights, and spending most of last night in a tree, he thought Maria would want a nap. Before he could leave the room it was the sound of water splashing from the bathroom that drew his attention. Seeing the bathroom door shut, but not quite all the way made his blood boil.
“Maria? Are you in there.”
“No, it’s Carmen soaking between housekeeping duties. Of course it’s me.” Maria actually smiled at her wit. Poor Carmen, working for the snotty rich couldn’t be fun or easy, she would like working for Laurie much better.
“Maria, what the heck…”
“I can’t hear you!” Maria said back in her singsong voice. Sliding further down in the bubbles, she strengthened her resolve of not leaving the bathroom until she milked every last ounce of pleasure from the experience.
“Maria…” Michael opened the door and walked into a warm bank of moist air perfumed by whatever scent Maria had poured in her bath. There she was lying back in a bath of bubbles, eyes closed, and basically ignoring him. Opening an eye, she looked him up and down, sighed and closed her eye again to continue her meditation to the goddess of warm baths.
“You wanted something?” Seeing her wet, slick, and obviously nude in a bath of bubbles? Hell, yeah he wanted something. Clearing his throat he remembered what made him angry.
“What the hell do you think you are doing taking a bath in an unlocked room?”
“I didn’t lock the door because you might want to come in and take a nap.”
“Locks are not a problem for me, Maria. You shouldn’t be taking chances in strange places.”
Maria sat up a little missing Michael’s interested glance moving down her front covered in bubbles. “Okay, what’s this about? And why did you ask for one room.”
“Why did you?”
“I asked first.”
“I promised your mom that I would take care of you.” Maria looked him up and down real slow.
“I see. So sleeping in the same bed with me is how you are going to “take care” of me. Is that like “take” care of my needs, or watch over me like a pit bull?” Yeah, she could see her mom hiring Michael Guerin to take care of her “needs”, sure, right.
“That Bobby Dupree is a smarmy creep, and I don’t like how he looks at you.”
Maria started laughing. “Oh, get real. He’s old enough to be my father, maybe my father’s father. You are letting your imagination get the better of you. Plus, I doubt I am his type.”
Michael wandered over to the bath and squatted down next to it. “Maria, a man doesn't notice and remark on lips of a woman that looks like you unless he is really looking closely, and with some interest.”
Maria licked her lips and watched Michael’s eyes follow the moment. “What about my lips?”
Michael moved in closer. “They’re damn near perfect.”
Michael closed the distance and kissed her, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue before moving into her mouth and sucking her tongue into his. He didn’t notice at first how she came out the water to move closer to him until her wet body dampened the front of his shirt, and her arm moved around his neck.
It was the coldness from the water that made him look down, and finding her naked torso pressed up against his chest was a shock. Then it was a pleasure. And then a total turn on. It wasn’t like he had never gotten that far with Maria, but somehow mixing in the wet skin and clinging bubbles just made it even more erotic.
The had been moving back and forth between above clothing, and under clothing groping for some time, but recently it also included complete upper body nudity. Michael was becoming very adept at the unfastening of all the different types of Maria bras, and his favorite was no bra.
“Maria, you are getting me wet.”
“I can say the same about you.” Maria moved her mouth to that special spot on Michael’s neck just below his ear that made his heart race out of control, and his breathing labor. “Maybe you should take off your clothes and join me?”
Suddenly it wasn’t just her mouth that took away his breath and made it hard to control his heart rate, but her word sunk in around the same time as her hand began to unfasten his shirt. He could almost feel every fiber on the material as it slid from his shoulders followed by Maria’s hands. Suddenly moist air hit his skin as she pulled the gray tank off followed by the sensation of wet Maria skin meshing with his now bared skin.
“Maria.” He actually had to clear his throat. “I promised your mom that I wouldn’t…”
“Have sex with me?”
“Yeah.”
“So this is making that promise a little hard?” Maria moved her hand around his front and up his back, enjoying the feel of his skin.
“In more ways than one.”
“How much control do you have?” Maria asked in a small whisper as her mouth came closer and she softly licked his lips.
Groaning deeply he pulled her even more out of the water, tighter to his body and deepen the kiss to another level. “Damn near none.”
Maria cleared her throat. “I was thinking that we could move our ‘relationship’ just one more step. I really want to be able to touch you, all of you. And I really want to feel you touching me, all of me. There are things we can do that can technically keep your promise to my mom, but move us closer together.”
“Things? Like…” Michael’s brain was racing with the possibilities.
“Things.” Maria just nodded her head. “But first I think you should join me in here because it feels real good, and because I really just want to hold you close for a little while.”
“Okay.” Michael wasn’t sure about this next step, but he knew he didn’t want to pass it up. It was the logistics that confused him. He was already so ready to grab her, drag her into the bedroom, and do things with her and to her that would have Amy DeLuca grinding his body up into tiny pieces and spitting on them as she slowly burned them in a fire pit of molten lava.
“Stand up.” So he did. Then Maria shocked the hell out of him by standing up too in the bath, the water running off her skin leaving his mouth dry and his eyes glued to her body. Amazing, all these months of running his hands under her clothes, on top of her clothes, and kissing almost every spot on her upper body this was the first time he ever saw all of her. She was the closest thing to perfect he could imagine. Her breasts were as small as he imagined, but somehow on her tiny thin body they looked a perfect size. Without thinking, and almost shocked when he noticed the hand cupping her breast, it took a few seconds for him to realize the hands holding her were his.
He closed his hands around her firmly feeling the pressure of her nipple in the palm of his hands, and he brushed up against sensitive spot watching her close her eyes and moan. He already knew that Maria’s breast was one of her most sensitive triggers, just like she knew that biting his breast was one of his. He was so busy drinking his fill of her with his eyes that it took a few moments before he realized that her hands were unfastening his pants and pushing them off his hips. It was her gasp that brought his eyes to hers to watch her face.
She was looking down his body and her hands moved over his hips and down his ass as she pushed the pants away. He knew she liked it when he didn’t wear boxers or any type of underwear. He learned that months ago when she surprised him early at his apartment and they were suppose to go out for the day. He grabbed his pants san boxers to open the door. One thing leading to another, like it always did with them, they ended up rolling around on his sofa, and her reaction to moving her hands past his waistband, down his pants to grasp his ass and pull him harder up against her was nuclear. Her hands on his naked flesh darkened her eyes, made her breath go shallow and panting, and she literally attacked him. It still reigned as one of the best make out sessions in the history of his life, and sadly to say, he suspected his past life too, because he couldn't imagine ever forgetting that sensation, and since that day he more than not went commando. One never knew where they would find themselves pushed up against a locker in the break room or in an eraser room, but he didn’t want to come unprepared, or too over dressed.
He watched Maria as she checked him out from his shoulders to hip, his more than substantial erection, and legs. Michael actually had to bite back a groan as he watched her bite her bottom lip, and then it happened. She turned her eyes back on him and it seared him to his soul. Maria’s eyes had darken to a deep green, and the intensity of her stare was pinning him like a specimen, but it was the burning hunger that seemed to leap at him that almost was his undoing. He could see it all, all her emotions, all her desires and lust, and all the love she felt for him in her face and her eyes. It stole his breath, stopped his heart, and he could feel a pull into his stomach like a gravity well on a spiral deep into his groin. It was like find a vastness of space or the universe in the interior of his body, and the feeling was because of her. She looked at him like he was the world, all she wanted. No one, in his entire life, not one person ever looked at him, only him with such want.
Without thought he stepped into the bath and pulled her deep into his arms and as if by mutual agreement they both found their way back into the bath. The heat of the bath actually felt incredible. He almost forgot what it felt like to have the water so hot and cleansing on his skin. Two days in the car really was taking a toll on the personal hygiene. What surprised him the most was he expected to be on bottom with a very naked Maria on top of him giving him access to a large amount of Maria skin, but instead, she was on bottom and he was fitted between her legs with her hands moving over his shoulders from behind running down his pecs, down his stomach to grip him hard in her hand. Closing his eyes and rest back against her Michael moaned her name and his heartbeat out of control when she whispered in his ear for him to show her how to touch him. Just when he thought a moment with her was the best he could imagine, she found a way to create a new one that ranked number one and pushed all others to the background. This was fast replacing the best make out session. There was something about Maria DeLuca and water.
He lay in the bath with his back to her front worried that he was to heavy for her, but she took a sponge and washed his body with great care. Moving her hands along his skin almost like she was testing them for health and firmness. It was the gentle almost purring hum in her throat that lulled him into a sense of security, a sense of calm. He hadn’t felt calm since Isabel first had visions about Laurie, and she was found in the woods. His road trip to Texas with Isabel was equally unsettling, almost frantic in the need to find information, understanding. He missed the calming effect that Maria had on him so when he returned home from Texas he searched her out, and talked her into staking out the Roswell PD. Now he was glad that he had, because there was no one else he wanted with him more than Maria.
“What are you thinking?” Maria moved her hand to the spray attachment to wet Michael’s hair. It was getting so long.
“Things.” Michael almost groaned when the warm water hit him and her hand went through his hair wetting almost in a massaging motion. When she put away the sprayer and added shampoo he leaned back and turned a little so he could look up at her, watch her washing him.
“Things?” Maria made a clucking sound in her voice with a hint of amusement. “What kind of things, or are they to be your secret too?”
Michael moved against her taking one very perk taunt nipple into his mouth and sucked it deeply drawing a moan from her. Her head went back against the rim of the bath, but he could see she was still watching him from half closed eyes and her hands continued to move the shampoo his hair. Maria thought he looked so cute resting against her with his head covered in soap, but the view of him at her breast was nothing short of erotic. Taking her one hand from his hair she moved it down his torso past his abdominal muscles to take his harden length in hand. That was something she had already explored, but they left it alone until after the bath, and he was still rock hard and silky to the touch. Gripping him hard she heard his in take of breath and he looked up at her.
“Michael, things?”
“I was thinking that I don’t imagine that your mother would consider this as part of me taking care of you and making sure you are having a good time.”
“Oh. Oh!” Maria raised herself from the bath a little forcing Michael to sit up from where he rested against her. “Well, mom would be wrong. You are showing me a great time.”
Michael snort of humor quickly turned into a short explanative shout as Maria pushed him under the water following him under. They both came up sputtering and laughing with Michael tickling Maria and water splashing over the sides of the bath. Quickly grabbing the spray attachment Maria turned Michael around and began to rinse his hair of the soap.
“Lets get you rinsed and get out of here.”
“You want to get out?” He was hoping to stay in the bath indefinitely. In Michael’s mind this was the place to be. Laurie was sleeping, Bobby and Meredith were off being snotty, and Maria was wet and slick up against his skin.
“Yeah, before the water gets too cold.”
Michael reached out his hand over the water and concentrated. Suddenly the bath increased its temperature to a more comfortable one. Looking back at Maria Michael smiled. “I can keep it as warm as you like for as long as you like.”
“Handy!” Maria moved her fingers through his wet silky hair liking how it slightly gripped her. “You are so multi-talented. But, actually, I was hoping to take a little nap with you.” Moving forward one hand gently held his face as her mouth softly outlined his lips before giving his bottom lip a playful nip. Maria moved her eyes upward to make full eye contact with Michael with her left eyebrow going upward.
Michael swore under his breath. The image of him and Maria rolling around in that big bed, tangling themselves in the sheets, her skin mated with his, his hands moving over her entire body followed by his mouth hit him in one huge hot wave. Grabbing the spray attachment from her hand he quickly kissed her deep. “Let me finish this.”
It was Maria’s happy amused laughter at his eagerness that filled the bathroom.