Max got home from his date. It was strange to be home. Usually he spent the night with whomever, but not this time. As soon as they were finished, instead of staying and sleeping there, he got up, dressed, and told Shirley that he had to get home since he had an early morning. That was a lie. True tomorrow was going to be hard with the full funeral brigade, but it would be no harder than usual.

It was Michael's fault. He was right. Max was fast f-ucking his way across the Roswell female population, trying to prove something to himself. What? Even Max was unsure. But seeing Michael so settled or settling into what looked to be a life altering relationship was making Max feel his years, or the waste of his life. Sure at twenty-seven he wasn't exactly old, but then again he wasn't getting younger either. Michael Guerin actually happy. In love. It was overwhelming. Max knew that wild horses wouldn't be able get Michael to admit it. However, Max heard him, heard the way he said "Professor" with a gentling to his voice that Max never thought to hear. Walking in on them in Maria's office was more than just a little eyeopening.

Once he thought the only woman that Michael would allow close to him was Isabel, but even with Isabel, his tone was still distant and careful, often full of exasperation and weariness. A few years back he was afraid the two of them would get together. And even though Max trusted Michael more than any man alive, Max didn't want to see them together.

Isabel would've clung to Michael like a lifeline. Michael would've stayed with her because she was needy. It was hardly the basis of a lasting loving relationship. Luckily, Michael was more aware than Max gave him credit and avoided the Isabel trap readily. He mentioned once to Max that he liked his manhood to remain attached to his body and not eaten up. Max understood what Michael was too delicate to say. Isabel wouldn't have remained faithful, and eventually it would have ended badly, for all of them.

The strangest thing was neither seemed attracted to each other in that way, and when they all discovered they carried a common blood disorder and all were all adopted, it was easy to believe that somehow they were all related, brothers and sister. Michael knew he had been lost in the desert, but neither Max nor Isabel knew about their past. All they remembered was the orphanage, the group home where their parents, Diane and Philip Evans came to adopt them. They originally wanted a daughter for Diane, but when they saw the two holding hands afraid, the Evans realized that a son was what they needed to complete their family. So they took them home, and it became the only world they could remember.

Isabel had heard the front door open and came out of the back rooms. She had assumed that Max was out for the night, so his coming home was unexpected. Max was equally surprised to see Isabel. Perhaps she was out of money. Their parents had left them very well provided for, but over almost the last six years, they had eaten through almost all of it. Between their expensive taste in clothes and lifestyle and Isabel’s abuse problems, they were almost broke. Now they were fast getting to the day that Max's income would be all they'd have left.

Unlike Michael, the Evans were not accustomed to denying themselves whatever luxury they wanted. Now Michael was different. Not only had he inherited all that Mikey Guerin left, which wasn't alot, but it was still a substantial home and property. Mikey had also left a few paid off life insurance policies, a survivor's benefit for Michael, and his pension. Adding that to Michael's own income including over three years of hazard pay for working on the streets undercover and uncashed payroll checks, Michael wasn't doing too badly financially. Max tried to talk him into investing or buying a home, but Michael didn't seem to care too much about money or even luxury items.

Even so, the Evans could eat through Michael's nest egg in no time flat, and everyday Max worried increasingly how he was going to support Isabel and her problems. Once Max also added in the recent changes in Michael's life, and it added to his depression. He never really thought of Michael as more in control and stable than he was, but suddenly his partner was just that. He was financially stable, owned everything in his home albeit sparsely furnished, and he was dating a woman that looked to be the deciding factor in his life.

Max was jealous...well not really jealous, as much as envious. Maria DeLuca. Max wanted a Maria DeLuca in his life. Someone that just moved into all the empty spaces and made them suddenly worthwhile. Michael always felt that Max was searching for something or someone, but actually Max felt he was trying to come to terms with who he was, and his responsibilities. Somehow, he just knew that his life wasn't his own. That it was more than taking care of Michael and Isabel, that he had farther-reaching responsibilities. It confused him, made it hard for him to make decisions because fear crippled him. What if he chose and he chose wrong? He had always lived his life rather selfishly, not caring about others, but choosing things that he wanted. However, after his parents' death that changed...

"Hi. I thought you were going on a date with...Shirley tonight." Isabel sat down on the arm of the sofa and looked at her brother.

"I did, but I wasn't really into it, so I came home early." Max took off his jacket and carefully put it away. Taking the pile of clothes off a chair beside the door he began to go through the pockets looking for missed items. He needed to take them to the dry cleaners tomorrow.

"That doesn't sound like you." Isabel finally sat down proper on the sofa dejected. Max looked over at her frowning at her. She was home, clean, and looking sober.

"What's going on with you Isabel? It not like you to be home either." Max realized what he said and cursed at himself. What did he want? Her to be home clean, or out somewhere boozing it up, high on dope, doing some disease ridden loser. Isabel just shrugged, but finally just had to ask.

"What's wrong with me, Max? I mean other than the booze, drugs and men. I mean me personally." Max just frowned at her. Hell the booze, drugs, and men were a hell of a lot. "I mean, if you met me, saw me across a room, and you were a man that liked women, wouldn't you want to know me, especially if, say I was sending you huge come-on vibes?"

Max sighed and went over to sit next to Izzy. Looking at her all clean and freshfaced, it was easy to slip back into time, to think that these last few years hadn't happened. "Okay, first thing...ick, Iz, ick. And second, looking at you as a woman, and not my sister...there's nothing wrong with you that I can see."

"Then why can't I get Alex Whitman..."

Max got up angrily and paced the room. "Oh dammit, Iz! You'd have to go after him, wouldn't you? The man is a suspect in an ongoing murder investigation." Isabel just ignored him. "Why not a nice man, a Mr. Rogers or something? But no, you go after a badboy punk rocker with more holes pierced in his body than you do. The man is wearing a nipple ring, for god's sake!"

"I like him! Okay, maybe I could like him more if he would give me the time of day..." Isabel got up and went into the kitchen to put on water for some instant coffee. "When I'm around him I feel things...feel like I'm protected, like everything is going to be alright." Isabel looked down at her shaking hands, and picked up the spoon and put coffee granules in the two cups. "I think he could be the one to help me find a reason to live again."

Max went into the kitchen and stepped close behind Isabel, his arms going around her waist, and pulling her back against him hugging her tight. "Maybe Isabel, just maybe you need to stop looking for a savior and just do it yourself." Max turned her around and looked at her sad face. "You're so much stronger than you know...more than you give yourself credit for. Stop looking for a hero, stop waiting for the Michael Guerins, Alex Whitmans, and Max Evans to save you, and grow up! They're dead. Our parents are dead. And the safe life they gave us is dead. However, they wouldn't have wanted us to stop living just because they were gone. Make their love worth something Isabel, and learn to go on!"

Isabel started crying and hugged her brother tight. "I know...I know. I tell myself that every night, every day, every minute of every day. Mom, I miss her so much thinking about all the things she'll never see. Me...married, her first grandchildren, or even you finally finding the right woman. Dad was always so strong, so kind. It's the injustice, the loss I can't seem to overcome. It's drowning me, and then I need something to make me forget, give me a few hours of numbness."

"I know, Isabel. We're reaching a breaking point. We're over twenty-seven years old, and instead of moving on in our lives, both of us are floundering and stagnate." Max reached behind her as the hot water kettle started to whistle and poured the water into the cups. Watching as she doctored hers with cream and sugar, they both went into the living room and sat down.

"Are you lecturing Michael, too, Max?" Iz asked as she sipped her coffee.

"Actually, no. Michael has seemed to have found his own way, and every day he's getting better and better." Max watched his sister's look of interest at that cryptic information.

"You're going to have to do better than that."

"He went on a double date tonight with Maria." Max tried to say it nonchalantly, but Isabel caught it immediately. It shocked her so much that she actually choked on her coffee.

"Oh God! Not possible! Mr. "I'll go to my grave before I ever fall in love" is on a double date?"

"Worse. He asked me when I dropped him off if he looked okay!" Isabel looked at her brother in horror, and then suddenly they both started laughing.

"Maxie, you're so right. We're definitely in need of some life altering events because if Michael Guerin is smoking us in the growing up department, we're in trouble."

Max nodded leaning back to finish his coffee. Both of them were quiet and thoughtful thinking about their lives and where they wanted to go. Occasionally they would share a look and break out in laughter at the thought of Michael off on a double date.

Isabel couldn't sleep. All she could think about was her life, or her lack of a life, and Alex Whitman. Why? Why didn't he like her? Isabel turned and hit the pillow trying to form it into something comfortable. She and Max had sat up talking for awhile, trying to catch up on what was going on in their lives. Max told her about his walking in on Michael and his new girlfriend, Maria. Instead of being funny, it actually depressed Isabel even more. Michael was a great guy, but he was repressed and highly dysfunctional socially. So if he was overcoming these problems, then where did that leave her and Max? The answer was too obvious. It left them even bigger losers than usual.

Isabel rolled over and picked up the phone. Without thinking, she called her other brother; just needing to hear his voice telling her it was going to be all right.

"Hello?" Isabel froze at the sleepy sound of a woman's voice answering the phone after so many rings. She never bothered to look at the time, and at three in the morning it was possible that Michael was sleeping elsewhere. Then the voice came again, a little more awake. "Hello? Is there someone there?"

Isabel heard the sound of the bed moving, and then Michael's voice low and husky. "Who is it, Professor?"

"I don't know. They're not answering. Maybe it's your..." Isabel heard her voice lower in mocked horror. "Wife!" Michael started laughing and Isabel could hear the woman laughing too with the sound of them moving around on the bed. Isabel silently hung up the phone feeling as if she just lost another piece of her life. Michael Guerin was laughing...

Max was surprised awake by the phone. It was Michael telling him to pick him up at his place instead of Maria's. Looking at the clock, Max swore and quickly got up. He had overslept. It was already seven-thirty, and Michael would be expecting him by eight.

Max hit the shower wondering why Michael slept at home and not Maria's place. Maybe the double date didn't go well. Getting out of the shower, Max suddenly stopped in front of his closet looking at the dress blues hanging in his wardrobe. Somber in thought, he slowly dressed himself, meticulously feeling each button as it moved into place as part of the funeral procession. Dead was only a step in the journey. It had to be, because Max needed to believe that his parents were somewhere else, continuing.

Michael dug out his father's shaving kit, since his was at Maria's place. His hands paused as he slowly unpacked it, remembering the day he put it away, and his own father's funeral in a haze. He had been so hyped up on drugs for shock, that the day was hardly more than a clouded memory as Max had held him upright. He hated funerals, hated what they represented, and especially today. It meant he f-ucked up. He failed, and a young man was dead.

Maria watched him shave and dress, liking the expanse of his shoulders in the dress blues, the neatness of all the golden buttons, the formal white, and tie, and the honor belt looping around his waist. The upper piping was colorful showing his rank and each ribbon and insignia symbolized something special. The hat had a low bill that covered his eyes, hiding the darkness and cold regard as he stared back at himself. Maria came up to him and placed a cup of coffee on the counter next to his hat and reached up to tie his tie, straightening it, and then gently kissing him.

Leaving him to finish, she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Searching his sparse kitchen for food or anything edible, Maria finally settled on making French toast because he had a loaf of unsliced bread, eggs, milk, and syrup. Maria paused and stood looking in the freezer for a few moments, and then shrugged and closed it. When Michael came into the room and placed his dress overcoat across a chair with his hat her heart sped up. Oh God! He looked...he was gorgeous! A man in uniform! They should insist he wear it all the time, and not just on sad occasions.

Maria was slicing the bread with a large knife. Michael looked at her and quickly went over and took the knife from her. Her deadly concentration was scary.

"I'll do that." Before Maria could protest that she was doing an okay job, the knock came at the door. Leaving Michael to slice the bread Maria went to answer the door.

"Hi, Max!" Max came in, placing his coat over Michael's and noticed Maria looking too sexy in Michael's short Metallica t-shirt. It would've been hard to miss the menacing look Michael gave him when he checked out Maria's awesome legs.

"Morning. Michael, you ready to go soon?" Michael just nodded and continued to cut the bread. Max frowned. It was already starting. Michael always was quiet on days of funerals.

"He needs to eat first. Did you have breakfast yet, Max?" Max just shook his head. He had been in too much of a hurry to stop. Max went to sit beside Michael. He watched as Maria reached over and took some slices of bread and started cooking them. She poured them both a glass of milk, and put plates and syrup in front of them. Maria also poured Max a cup of coffee. Max was startled when Maria put a large bottle of Tabasco next to Michael. They were really getting to know each other.

After they finished eating, Michael went into his bedroom leaving Maria looking at Max while drinking a cup of coffee.

"Max?" He looked at her seeing the frown on her beautiful face. Max couldn't believe it, but his heart fluttered in his chest. She was so breathtaking! Maria took a card off the counter, reached over, and placed it in his breast pocket. "This is my number. Call me if it gets bad, and he needs me."

Max was shocked how astute it was for Maria to realize that today was a bad day for his partner. Michael took loss hard, especially when he considered himself to blame. Every funeral brought back memories of Mikey Guerin, and Michael never accepted that he couldn't have saved hs father. Max was hoping that it wouldn't be too bad, but he nodded anyway.

When Michael was ready, they headed out and Maria kissed Max on the cheek, and then pulled Michael down for a longer, more intimate kiss. Max was surprised when Michael held her close an extra long minute, and then rested his head against hers. It wasn't until they were getting ready to walk through the door when Michael suddenly stopped, realizing something.

"Dammit, Maria, we can't leave you alone!" Maria just smiled and pushed him out the door.

"I'm fine! I'm going to clean up the dishes, get dressed and go home to change. Then I'm going to work. So I think I'll be fine between here and there. Just go. I'll call you when I get to work." Maria motioned to Max to take Michael away. "Go!" After she shut the door behind them, Maria rested against it, worrying about him.

By eleven o'clock Max was frantically looking for Maria's card. The funeral procession was over by ten and every moment since then had been a living hell. Michael was on a rampage terrorizing the entire department, sending secretaries into early retirement, and putting young rookies practically into tears.

After Michael threw the second file at Max, and had another argument with Sean, Max had to stop Sean from drawing his weapon and taking Michael out. Cassie was going to report to Michael before she left, but after taking one look at him, she reversed course and took off to safer grounds. Working with Dianne at the University was looking to be a godsend.

"This is Maria." Max almost dropped to his knees hearing her voice.

"Maria! It's Max. Could you..." Before Max could finish, Maria interrupted him.

"On my way! Give me about forty-five minutes, and don't let him go to lunch." Max frowned as the phone disconnected. Damn! Forty-five minutes? Someone was going to kill his partner dead before that. Max swore he saw Captain Valenti fingering the safety on his own gun.

Maria circled the station twice trying to find a parking space. Dammit! She had a garment bag, a shoulder bag, and a large box to carry. Finally giving up, she double-parked in front of the main entrance in a tow away zone. Going in she found a young officer staffing the front desk.

"Excuse me, Officer?" He smiled politely at her, taking in her legs and engaging smile.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

"Yes. It seems I've double parked in the tow away zone out front." Before she could finish, he interrupted her.

"Ma'am, that is illegal. I'm afraid you'll be ticketed and towed."

Maria just smiled engaging juggling her load. "Oh dear, and I was just delivering my boyfriend's lunch."

The man looked at her suspiciously not recognizing her. "Your boyfriend? He works here."

"Yes, Detective Michael Guerin. You wouldn't know where I could find him." Maria watched the man start to sweat and a look of fear enter his eyes, so she added a little more pressure. "Maybe you could just call my father, Captain Valenti...and have him send someone down to take these sandwiches for Major Crime, and Detective Guerin's clothes. I would hate to be towed or ticketed."

The young man took her elbow and led her to the elevator pushing the up button for her. "Don't worry ma'am. I'll personally watch your car..."

"Red Jetta, out front."

"The red Jetta, and believe me, I'll make sure no one tows or even touches it." The elevator arrived and Maria stepped in, reached into her box pulling out a sandwich, and tossed it to the young man.

"Aren't you just the sweetest man, Officer..."

"Andrews, ma'am."

"Andrews!" Maria waved goodbye to him as the doors closed.

Maria entered the bullpen and watched the flood of activity as people answered phones and cops; both plain clothes and officers were busy. Finding Max sitting at a desk with a harassed look on his face she made her way to his side.

"Am I too late? Is he dead or has he just killed someone?" Max looked up at a vision, a savior in sea green-Maria DeLuca. She smiled and handed him a sandwich, Italian sub, extra cheese. Max looked at the sandwich and then at her and fell head over heels in love with her. "Where is Sean?"

Max looked over the place and shouted at the conference room door. "DeLuca!"

An angry Sean came out. "What now!" Seeing his cousin who forgot to come home last night, he quickly came over. She held out a sandwich to him and when he saw it was Italian meatball, with extra peppers, he gave a whoop and picked her up in a big bear hug.

"Put her down!" Max, Sean, and Maria turned to the sound of the angry voice. There stood Michael looking at Sean with a dark possessive look on his face. Maria quickly removed Sean's hands from her waist and pushed the box in his hands instead.

"Don't start Sean.” Maria warned threateningly. “It's okay. Take these sandwiches and pass them out to the other people. The prosciutto on top is Jim's." Maria turned and placed a sandwich on Michael's desk for him and went over to him fingering his tie. He had removed his jacket and put it on the back of his chair, and his overcoat was hanging up over his desk on a hook. "Hey, Detective, I brought sandwiches. Why don't you take a break with me before I've got to get back to work."

Maria bent down and grabbed the shoulder bag she brought, handing Max the garment bag. Max mouthed a thank you to her as she gently led Michael away toward interrogation room number four.

"Wat'cha doing here Professor?" Michael asked leaning against the closed door of the interrogation room.

Maria smiled to herself as she hopped up on the table and slowly crossed her legs. Not only did she pre-order sandwiches for the entire bullpen, but she went home and changed out of what she wore to work to what she was wearing now.

The sea green dress was short, silk, and a wrap. She was wearing nothing except small green panties underneath, and it molded her like a second skin. The heels were small strappy sandals with four-inch spikes. Sometimes a woman needed all the help she could find when dealing with an out of control, pissed off badboy.

"I thought I would bring you a change of clothes." Maria looked over at him wanting him to come closer, away from the door. If he would come within touching range, it would be easier. "And a sandwich...hope you haven't eaten yet."

"No, no I haven't." Michael watched her with narrow eyes taking in the silky dress, short and clinging and her innocent clear green eyes looking at him. He told her he would be fine, but somehow just looking at her, he was relieved to see her. It was hard, reconciling the loss today. Standing at the gravesite, he had watched Jim Wilson's parents and fiancee' bury him today. It hurt to think of what they would do to survive, to overcome. Michael remembered Mikey, and it came back to where he started again, back to losing something irreplaceable.

"I figured you would be tired of the reminder, so I brought you a change of clothes. Hope you don't mind me going through your drawers. I picked a tight black t-shirt, a pair of jeans...button fly, and your utilitarian shoulder holster." Maria watched him slowly come towards her as she opened up the bag and looked inside naming off the list of stuff. "And an appropriate pair of shoes."

Michael came to stand next to her, looking in the bag, too. "Thank you." He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, rubbing his forehead against her, and then just resting for a moment. The damn dress blues uniform was a constant reminder, one he didn't want right now.

"You're welcome, Detective. I was just glad you were still alive when I arrived and there was no report of a police officer going on a rampage killing his co-workers." Michael smiled at that knowing he deserved her concern since he spent the morning in a pissy mood. "Too bad it's just me in here with you. If it was an hardened criminal, you could rough them up a little bit and get yourself back something lost."

Michael was shocked that she realized that he needed to hurt something, someone. That he felt the need to dominate and run hard and wild. Remembering her reaction to Janhie's death, maybe she understood even more than he gave her credit for.

"Do you know what I was thinking the first time you had me in an interrogation room?" Maria said as Michael moved his hands up her arms, and down again wrapping his hands around her wrists.

"What?"

"I was wondering how hard and how bad you wanted to f-uck me..." Michael's breath stuck in his throat. He hadn't realized he had been that obvious.

Maria ignored his reaction and was discreetly removing his tie leaving it hanging and unbuttoning his white dress shirt. "I know it was only a few hours since we met, but your eyes, no, it was your hands,...okay it might have been your totally kissable lips had me hoping that you wanted to interrogate me "Pig" style. You know, to get me back for calling you a "Pig" and not being cooperative."

Michael kissed her hard, his eyes dark and deadly, wild, and close to hers. "What did you want me to do?"

"Oh! I wanted you to pick me up out of my chair and turn me around towards the table. Pushing me down with my torso flush to the table, head turned, and one of your hands hard on the small of my back keeping me down." Michael tried to breath past the lump in his throat his eyes constricting. "I could feel you rubbing up against my back, your dick totally pressing suggestively into my ass, as you tried to intimidate me."

Michael's eyebrow went up at that. "But you wouldn't have been? Intimidated, I mean..."

"Of course not! I'm made of stronger stuff than that!" Michael nodded his head in agreement with that assessment. Even at the threat of rape, she would have remained sassy and brave. "Even at the sound of you unzipping your jeans wouldn't have made me back down. I would feel the roughness of your hands as you pushed my skirt up."

Michael cleared his throat. "You were wearing slacks."

Maria leaned forward and moaned into his mouth. "Spoilsport...!" Maria moved her hands up his bare chest from where she had opened his shirt and he gasped when her nails curled into this skin above his nipples.

"Okay, okay, you can have your skirt, but only if there were no panties!"

"Fine! You're so lazy..." Maria moved her mouth down to lick his nipple, rubbing it hard with her teeth liking his breathless "Oh god..." rushing from his throat. "Anyway I could feel the hard meat of you as you slid between my thighs, threatening me with penetration with your huge c-ock." Michael laughed at her emphasize on size.

"I'm really good!" Michael muttered in self-congratulations. Michael's hand found the side sash tie that kept her wrap around dress closed, taking the skin of her neck in between his teeth and nipping it, he slowly pulled the tie open.

"Not really! At first I thought, "this tough copper saw too many prison rape movies", or that your hands rubbing my ass was showing your internal struggles with being gay..."

"Bitch!" Michael laughed aloud. "Were you wet?"

"Absolutely dripping! I was planning on going to confessional later for my most inappropriate shameful behavior of letting a screw work me over without a word of protest, or even attempting to struggle. Just rolling over is a bad thing you know. I should have offered you a blowjob and then clamped down locking my jaw..."

Michael could imagine that too well and felt some of his heated response to her woven fantasy cooling down. "But you were so hot standing there with your arms crossed over your chest looking all that...I would've more than likely just deep throated you." Michael muttered his appreciation at her deep regards for his continued ability to serve.

"So did I? Penetrate I mean."

"Damn skippy! I swore obscenities at you, threatened you with dire consequences to make you punish me harder, your fingers leaving bruises on my ass as you pumped harder, trying to break me. Nothing like a good hard f-ucking to loosen the tongue of a prisoner..." Michael's mouth wandered down her exposed front taking a taunt nipple in his mouth and sucking it hard making her moan and arch into his mouth.

"Did I...? Did I get you to break...? Confess...?" Michael moved her easily and pushed her panties off, helping her lift her ass as he pulled them down her legs. Maria tried to reach for them, but he put them in his pants pocket.

Pulling his mouth off her breast, she kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth as it rasped against hers. Her voice was lower and deeper. "No way, flatfoot, I was using you for some rough sex. I might be shameless, but I ain't no snitch!"

Michael groaned against her. "Dammit, Maria. Unbutton me...!" Maria reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. The only thing she liked better than a man in uniform, was a man out of it.

"I should warn you before you pursue this any further that I'm still..."

Michael moved his hands to her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table pushing her back on the table. She braced on her hands as her legs came around his waist, watching him position himself to enter her. He leaned forward, his mouth coming to hers. "I know... I don't care."

Maria's eyes shut and her head went back when he pushed in. There was nothing small or gentle about him. She had pushed his buttons good. Maria had to remember to tell him later about the fantasy she had about the two of them stuck in the PD elevator between floors with the security camera working.

He hoisted her closer, grunting something about how tight she was. Maria's one hand stopped bracing herself, and moved up to wrap around his neck to keep her from losing contact with him. Michael moved his mouth to the junction of her neck sucking hard on her skin, and finally biting down causing her to cry out in pain as he pushed harder and harder into her. He could feel the tremors in her legs as they wrapped around him.

Maria put her hands on his shoulders, he put his on her ass; they were doing a kind of dancing there on the table, one on the other, neither trying to be quiet. Michael could feel the wetness slide on him as he pushed into the tightness and Maria's insides were shaking. Michael could feel the same tremors move into his hands.

Maria could feel the quivers start deep in her stomach and she couldn't be still. She writhed faster and harder and moved a hand to touch herself, touch him. Maria felt between them and grabbed his dick when he pulled out before pounding back into her, releasing him until the next time it slid by. Michael groaned deeply and pushed her down hard, raising her hips to his thrusts, liking her laid out on the table under him, with her golden hair spread out. He kept trying to hold onto her because she was bucking under him, her teeth clenched, cords strung tight in her throat, and her breathing was so hard he could feel it...hot on his chest.

Maria opened her eyes a slit looking down at them. She was bare and he was joined with her. He still had his shirt on with the tie dangling. For some reason, his dangling tie alone just about put Maria right over the edge. Michael reached down and pulled his shirt aside when it kept moving into his way, baring his stomach, his chest. Maria rose up to him, and put her bare skin on his. It was that or just jerk him off into her as he f-ucked her. Michael decided for her, grabbing her hand on his dick, pumping harder, with long, fast jerks and that was it. That's all folks! Move along now, because there's nothing else to see here! They both came and he shouted her name.

Both were too spent to move. It was hard to care what was left to do, or left to say. Breathing had to be more important, and Maria nuzzled her nose into the skin of his neck, gently licking a mark she left earlier.

"Michael?" He made a noise under his breath as he rested against her. Uh huh? "That mirror isn't a two-way like in the movies is it?"

Michael paused and then glanced over his shoulder at the mirror and then cussed a blue streak. Pulling out of her, and bringing his pants back up to fasten them, Michael pulled his shirt together buttoning it. He sat her up and retied her dress shut over her naked breast marked with his mouth. Leaning his forehead against hers for a few moments, he helped her off the table and held her up when her shaking legs would have collapsed under her. When she was finally able to hold herself up, he gathered her stuff and his and led them out of the interrogation room.

Michael leaned her up against the wall at the elevator and pushed the button for the next carriage. Looking at her mussed up appearance, and wanting to take her nicely red lips back into his, Michael didn't know how to thank her for the lunch break, the distraction from his day long misery.

"Michael, I was thinking that when you got home tonight..." Michael smiled at how she called her loft home for both of them. "That you might take us for a drive in the desert...to help blow away some of your cobwebs."

"The GTO?" Michael asked hopefully that she was finally going to let him drive it.

"No actually I was thinking more of a few hundred pounds of piping metal and steel in the form of the Harley."

Michael looked at her and his eyes darkened at the thought of her straddling that monster machine behind him, her legs mated against his, and her arms holding him tight. Damn! He didn't have time to take care of another erection. A forbidden picture of her interrogation room fantasy with a twist popped into his brain. Maria leaning over the seat of the Harley with him behind her, his hands on her beautiful lean ass...Michael moaned and leaned his head against her again. What the hell was wrong with him lately?

"Thank you, Professor...for a diversion on a bad day in my life."

Maria smiled at him stroking his face gently as he kissed her goodbye placing her in the elevator. Michael took his change of clothes and headed for the nearest bathroom to clean up and change. He really needed to remember to tell her exactly what he was thinking that day in the interrogation room. How he wanted to grab her from her seat and f-uck her hard up against the wall. Somehow, he just knew she would appreciate it. When he got back to his desk, he sat down and opened up his sandwich she brought him ignoring the looks from his partner and others. A hearty man's meat sub with extra meat! Michael just sat back and enjoyed it.

Maria on the way down had the same thought. She probably should find a restroom quickly, before deposits left by Detective Guerin started running down her inner thighs. Better yet, she should just go home again, shower, and change. Boy, that man left her insides aching, her thighs sore, and the rest of her juicy! Suddenly Maria realized what was missing.

Bastard! He kept her underwear! Maria hurried downstairs to retrieve her car from the very sweet Officer Andrews. Some people needed to get some work done today.

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