Title:Into The New
Author: Vera & Zia
Category: M&M, AU
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Nope, still didnít get them for Christmas this year.
Summary: The New Years Eve sequel to One Good Deed.

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Chapter One

Michael crawled back up her body with a smirk. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her taste. He should have known he wouldn’t be able to stop like he had planned. It was a stupid idea anyways, to bring her to orgasm right at twelve a.m. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and cocked his head. Still fifteen minutes to go. Hm. His smirk widened and he leaned down to give her a deep kiss.

Maria curled her arms around him lazily and kissed him back, giving him a passionate 'thank you' for the incredible orgasm he had just given her. Incredible was all he gave her. Incredible, mind-blowing, knock you right out of your socks kind of orgasms. Well, she rarely ever wore socks, just those times when he occasionally claimed her behind the diner where she worked. "Mmmm Michael." She moaned quietly.

“Ready for more?” He brushed his lips over hers briefly and then took a detour to latch onto her throat and work on the ever prominent hickey he left there. Just so anybody could see she was his and not available anymore.

She nodded slightly and arched her back before letting out a quiet moan. No one had ever made her feel as amazing as Michael had in the last week. They'd had sex in just about every way she could possibly imagine humanly possible, and still she only wanted more. "God you've turned me into such a sex fiend." She murmured quietly running her nails lightly down his back.

“What? You mean you haven’t been before?” He chuckled softly and nuzzled her skin. “And is that a yes?” He had already grabbed a new condom and was twirling it between his fingers, waiting for her permission to unwrap it.

"Only since I've met you… and yes!" She laughed softly and lifted her head up to kiss him firmly on the mouth.

Michael quickly freed the condom and then reached down to roll it over his erection. Next year he’d go and get himself tested. If he could ever part with Maria for that long. But he would have to soon anyways. Way too soon for his liking. “Alright, we have fourteen minutes.”

She tipped her head back and looked at the clock. "Then we'd better take it slow…" Maria pushed him onto his back and kissed him deeply while she reached between them and gently rubbed her fingers over his stomach.

He laughed and looked up at her. “Tease.”

"Me?" She asked and started kissing softly down his throat and chest till she was kneeling between his legs and pressing kisses around his belly button. "I don't know what you're talking about." Maria leaned in a little and brushed her breasts against his pulsing erection.

“Come back up here?” He spread his arms invitingly. He knew for a fact that she could tease him for a long amount of time. She was evil like that. But at least now he wasn’t tied to the bed, so he could always just grab her and put an end to it. It was lots of fun, though.

"Hmmm what's the magic word?" Maria raised an eyebrow and darted her tongue out and flicked it into his navel. She rocked her body slightly, making sure that her chest rubbed against his dick again before she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest.

“Fuck me?” He groaned when he felt her breasts against his most sensitive parts. Couldn’t she do that before he pulled over the damn rubber?

She let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. "I don't think that is the magic word I was looking for…" But she crawled up the length of his body anyways and straddled his stomach. She rocked her lower body slightly, her sex rubbed against his stomach, making her moan quietly.

“But it… it worked, didn’t it?” He gulped and took a hold of her hips. By now he had forgotten about their deadline and New Years Eve and all the fuzz about it. He just wanted to feel her again.

"I guess you're right." Slowly Maria leaned down and rested her hands on either side of Michael's head before kissing him passionately.

He responded to her kiss and slipped a hand between their bodies at the same time, taking a hold of his dick. Then he pushed upwards, impaling her on him.

She shrieked into his mouth and pushed her hips down against his, and rocked them back and forth. "Oh fuck yes! Michael!" Maria threw her head back and gripped the blanket that they had earlier thrown to the floor with them, in her hands and arched her back.

“Maria… you’re so good.” He cupped her breasts and kneaded them softly, while his hips moved in perfect synch with hers. Had they ever been out of it in the beginning? He couldn’t remember. “Maria.”

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She chanted and chewed on her lip. "Oh fuck yes Michael. You… so good." She muttered mindlessly. How could one concentrate? She didn't know. Her mind could only focus on just how good it felt to feel Michael's cock slipping in and out of her expertly.

“So beautiful.” He didn’t know where to let his eyes linger longer. Her face contorted in pleasure, because of him? Her perfect breasts? But no, his hands were blocking the view. His gaze wandered lower and he watched how his cock disappeared into her body. Damn! “So tight.” He looked back up, smiling when he noticed she was pretty out of it already.

Her breathing hitched and she pushed her hips harder against his. He was amazing. He made her whole body tingle. Slowly Maria opened her eyes and looked down at him, and looked into his eyes. "Oh!" God, why did he have to look at her like that? She wondered. It always made her feel so… special. And his murmured compliments made her feel it even stronger. And she absolutely loved it.

Holding her gaze for a moment, he let go of her breasts then to pull her down and crush his lips onto hers in a hungry kiss. Everything was always so intense with her. This wasn’t just sex to him, it was so much more.

Maria stroked her tongue against his, kissing him fervently, letting him feel all the passion she had inside of her. Her hips moved in perfected time with his. And in that moment, all she cared about was finding her release. "Michael." She gasped against his mouth.

Michael nodded. Yeah, he was close too. He quickly flipped them over again and took her with long, hard strokes, aiming at her g-spot.

"Shit!" She cried and arched her back. She dug her nails into his shoulders and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Fuck. Oh fuck! Yes! Michael!" Her orgasm suddenly hit her hard, making her hips jerk against his, and her nails dug harder into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Maria!” The sudden pain was enough to send him over the edge as well. He crossed his eyes when her walls milked him. His hips continued to move within her and he wasn’t able to stop. “Damn.” He took a hitched breath and then gave her a soft kiss. Something exploded outside and he frowned.

Reality was starting to flitter back to her when she heard a loud popping sound outside. She tipped her head back and smiled. "Fireworks…" Then she glanced at the clock. "Oh! We did it Michael!" She kissed him softly and then pulled back to look at him. "Happy New Year."

“Huh?” He was still frowning, but then suddenly he remembered again. He laughed and kissed her as well. “Happy New Year, baby.”

"Let's go watch the fireworks!" She kissed him again before pushing him onto his back. Damn. Her body did not want to move. Maria kissed him softly before lifting herself off of him, and groaning quietly as she did.

“Do we have to?” He rolled his eyes but got up as well, briefly wondering if she would have made him get up too if they had still been right in the middle of it. Reaching onto her nightstand, he grabbed a tissue to dispose of the condom. “We need new tissues.” The box was as good as empty. And so were their condoms, so it was time to go shopping again.

"In the morning." She told him and held her hand out to him. "Come on! Before they're done."

“I don’t think they’re done this fast.” He smiled though, because she was so excited. “Alright, let’s check it from your window in the living room.” Taking her hand, they left the bedroom together.

"You don't know that. They could have just sent one off at midnight, and then were done." But she smiled at him and stopped in front of the window in the living room where they had the perfect view of the fireworks. There was a bright explosion of color and she smiled. "So beautiful." She murmured.

“Yeah.” He was still just watching her, but when the next explosion started, he looked up at the sky as well. “Wow.” Michael moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close to him.

Maria smiled happily and leaned back against him, and rested her hands on top of his. "Happy New Year Michael." She told him again. "To an… eventful new year?" She tilted her head back and looked up at him.

“To an eventful new year together?” He bit his lip and looked down at her questioningly. They never really talked about it. Maybe they should. Or maybe they should just see how it worked out on its own.

"Well, yeah…right?" She asked suddenly unsure. They hadn't discussed anything having to do with the future. The closest their conversations came to plans for the future were going to buy condoms the next day. She had asked him to stay, and he said yes. But how long did he want to stay?

“Right.” He smiled and kissed her softly, then pointed at the window. “Let’s watch the fireworks.” His hands tightened just a little bit more around her waist and he placed a small kiss onto her shoulder. This had to be happiness. His whole body was tingling blissfully.

Was he just trying to shut her up? "Yeah." She nodded and looked back out at the fireworks. No, Michael wouldn't agree with her just to shut her up. Not about something like this anyways. She laid her head on his shoulder and stared out at the dark sky lighting up with fireworks. Maria squeezed his hands and then laced their fingers together.

“This is nice.” It looked so cold outside, but her room was nice and cozy warm. And they had a very good view of the fireworks from here. And they were together. And they would stay this way for a long time. If he was lucky. Which he was since he met her. He placed another kiss onto her shoulder and felt himself re-hardening when his cock brushed against her ass.

"Yeah, it is." She murmured and then felt his dick, already rigid again. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she leaned closer to him, but kept her eyes on the explosions of color.

“Spread your legs,” Michael whispered huskily, brushing a hand over her hip. They hadn’t fucked once in the new year, it was time to change that.

Maria nodded a little and stepped out a little, spreading her legs for Michael. She let out a breath and looked up at the fireworks again.

“Good girl.” He smirked and kissed her behind her ear, then bent down a little so his erection was pressing into her wet folds. She seemed to be always ready for him, he just loved that. It made him feel good. Powerful.

"Oh, baby." She murmured pushing her hips back a little towards him, and leaned her upper body forward a little. "It's so beautiful Michael." Maria couldn't believe the amazing view they had. It was perfect.

“Yeah, it is.” He kissed and nuzzled her neck. She was. He still couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe he would have to move out soon, but hopefully that wouldn’t mean they couldn’t see each other again. This wasn’t just payment to her, was it? It was more. It had to be. Maybe he could make her craving it so much, she just couldn’t live without anymore. He steadied his cock and then slowly entered her from behind.

She let out a long moan, and arched her back. "Fuck Michael." She whispered. Maria wanted to keep her eyes open, and watch the fireworks, but when Michael filled her, she found it hard to concentrate on anything other than him.

Michael closed his eyes for a second and simply enjoyed the feeling of being buried inside of her with no condom on. This was the third time now. They probably shouldn’t do this, but if Isabel had slipped him anything, he would have noticed already, wouldn’t he? “Maria…” He sighed and started moving very slowly. “Watch the fireworks.”

"So beautiful." She told him quietly. And not just the fireworks. Him inside of her, with no condom. She didn't care. Well, she did, but mostly, she was just happy to have him inside of her. Maria reached forward and rested one of her hands on the wall to help steady herself.

Smiling, he nuzzled her neck again and then slipped his hand down her front, to rub her clit just as slowly as he was thrusting in and out of her. “You think someone can watch us?”

A quiet moan passed Maria's lips and she gasped softly at the thought. What if someone was standing down on the street or in one of the apartments across the street and could see right in her window. Could see her, slowly going insane as Michael fucked her? "Yes." She breathed. Something she never would have considered to be allowed before… but since Michael had taken her that first time against the wall behind the diner, the idea of someone possibly catching them had turned her on even more.

“And do you like it? That risky feeling of possibly getting caught?” He scraped his teeth over her skin. He loved it. It added to the overall adrenalin rush of fucking her. But then again, he didn’t really want anyone to see her naked, because she was his. He let out a low growl and pulled her closer to his body.

"Oh god yes!" She nodded frantically. "But no one will… but we can pretend." She gasped when she sunk deeper within him and arched her back. "Oh Michael… baby… fuck you are so good."

“Only with you.” He kissed her skin and then closed his eyes again. The fireworks were starting to lessen, but he didn’t really care. The view inside of this room was still breathtaking.

She really liked the sound of that. Only with her. "Good." She whispered. "Michael please…" She wanted him moving faster, and deeper, and filling her, like he only could when he wasn't wearing a condom. It was a rare thing… well rare as rare could be in the span of a week.

“What? Tell me, Maria.” He loved to hear her talking dirty. He nipped at her skin again. He loved that too. Actually he loved about anything about Maria.

"Fuck me… fuck me harder. Please baby…" Maria slid her hand that wasn't supporting herself against the wall back to grip his hip tightly in her hand. "Baby…"

“You don’t have to beg.” Although he had to admit he liked to hear it. “All you had to do is ask.” Maybe later he could have her begging. In a few weeks. For now he just wanted to please her best he could. He tweaked her clit a little and then placed his free hand against the wall next to hers, getting more leverage so he could finally thrust faster.

She practically melted in his arms. "Oh god baby… yes!" Her head fell forward and she pushed her hips back against his. His fingers on her clit were pushing her quicker to the edge. "Yes. Yes. Yes." She chanted mindlessly over and over.

“Damn, Maria…” Michael took a deep breath and fucked her even harder. This was just all too damn good, and even more intense without the condom. But the rubber kinda helped him drag it out a little, without he’d be cumming soon. And he wanted her to cum with him. “I’m so close.” He pressed down on her clit with a little more force.

"Oh god!" She screamed out his name as she was suddenly cumming. Her hips slammed back into his and she dug her fingers into his hip, while she pressed harder against the wall. "Yes!" So intense. So, so incredibly intense.

“Shit.” As soon as she clenched around him, he spurted his seed deep inside of her. He wished it could go on like this forever, but sadly it couldn’t. But right now he was so damn high and ecstatic. “Maria…” He moved his hand on the wall and placed it on top of hers, squeezing softly. Another rocket exploded and the colorful lights cascaded down, illuminating the dark night sky. Yeah, that was exactly how he felt right now too. He smiled.

Her eyes fluttered open just as the final explosion lit up the sky. She smiled and leaned back against him. Her whole body was humming happily, and she sighed contentedly. "Perfect." Maria murmured softly.

“Mhmm.” He shuddered and stroked over her hip, then up to her breasts, playing with her nipples. He didn’t want to stop touching her just yet.

"Oh Michael…" She melted back against his chest and her eyes slid shut. "We should… go climb into bed." Or just collapse to the floor. Or anything. She didn't care. She loved the way he touched her after they came together. So… intimately, and she loved it.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed and then let go of the wall, reluctantly slipping out of her as well. They never timed this wrong. When they were in bed and he would be able to stay joined to her, he always wore a condom. Now that he didn’t they had to move. “Alright, let’s go.” He kissed her neck one last time and then took her hand in his.

Maria smiled a little at him and walked with him down the hall to her bedroom. She climbed up onto her bed, pushing the blankets down for them to get under as she did. Before stopping for a second on her hands and knees and casting a glance over her shoulder at him.

Michael groaned when he felt his cock twitching yet again. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Slow death by dehydration?”

She let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. "Who me?" She crawled up farther and slithered under the blankets. "Come get in bed with me baby… that is unless you're too tired to crawl in here with me."

“Yeah, I’m so tired I’d rather just sleep standing right here.” He chuckled and then quickly climbed under the covers as well, gathering her up in his arms and kissing her softly. “I’ll never be too tired to join you in bed, Maria.”

"Well, you could have just collapsed on the floor ya know." She snuggled up to him instantly and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "But that is good to know." She tipped her head back and kissed him softly. She snuggled closer and just relaxed for a moment. "Happy New Year Michael." She told him.

“Happy New Year, Maria.” He stroked over her hair and kissed the tip of her nose. She would have to work again tomorrow, which sucked. But only in the afternoon so they could at least sleep in. He sighed and stroked his fingertips over her arm. “You tired?”

"A little. But this is nice." She loved just laying with him. She, for some reason, was completely at ease with him. Ever since she met him. She loved it.

“It is.” He looked down at her and kissed the top of her head. “You should get some sleep though.” He wished he had a better paid job, then she wouldn’t have to do hers anymore. But heck, what was he thinking? They only just met and he was planning for a long time ahead. But she just deserved it. She deserved someone like Brody. Someone rich who could take care of her.

"Only if you'll sleep too." She murmured and kissed his chest before resting her head against it. If he wasn't sleeping, she didn't want to sleep. She wanted to spend as much awake time with him as she could.

Michael chuckled softly. She was just too cute. “Alright, deal.” If she fell asleep before him, he could still continue to just watch her and she would never know.

"Don't just say that… if you're staying awake, I am t-." Her yawn cut her off and he shook her head. "Too." She finished and sighed softly.

“No, I don’t think you will.” He raised his eyebrow and stopped stroking over her skin. He’d feel bad for keeping her awake when she was obviously wiped out.

It got harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open. She reached up, found his hand and laced their fingers together. "Good night Michael." She murmured quietly. "Sleep soon?"

“I will.” He smiled and brought their hands up to his lips, softly kissing hers. “You wore me out, and I’m sure I’ll need my strength for tomorrow.”

"Damn right." She murmured before finally just letting her eyes slip shut. "Night." She whispered again and quickly drifted off to sleep.

“Night, baby.” Michael watched her for a while longer, satisfied to find her deep asleep, but he soon closed his eyes as well. He hadn’t lied before, he would need his sleep same as her, and it didn’t take him long to follow her into the dreamland.

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Chapter Two

Maria woke up early in the morning and smiled a little to herself. She was warm, and pressed up against Michael. The perfect way to start the new year. Now if only she didn't have to work later in the evening. Maria tipped her head back and looked up at him. He looked so beautiful sleeping so peacefully. She couldn't remember having been happier.

Michael slowly woke up when he felt something tickling his arm. He frowned and was about to shrug it off, when he remembered that it was Maria’s hair. Most likely. He opened his eyes and smiled instantly when he found her staring back at him. “Hey.” He yawned and closed his eyes again. “What time is it? Do we have to get up?”

"No, we can stay in bed a while longer. It is still early." She lifted herself up a little and nuzzled his throat. She pressed soft kisses to his skin and sucked softly. "We need to go shopping." She sighed. But it could wait until tomorrow, when she didn't have to work.

“I know.” He sighed and tangled his fingers in her hair. It was always so silky. He had to try her shampoo one of these days. “But if we order take-out we can avoid it for a little while longer.”

"Oh! That is a good idea." Maria kissed him softly before resting her head on his chest and enjoying the feel of his fingers. "But, if we went and got food and stopped at the store for the necessities we could avoid having to leave until I have to work."

“Yeah, but it means leaving now.” He opened his eyes again and faked a pout. “And it’s so cold outside.”

"Yeah… how about I warm you up before we go?" She offered.

“Are you going to warm me when we’re back too?” He smirked and tapped her nose.

"Of course." She smiled and kissed him softly.

“Okay than, I’ll go out with you. I’ll even be so nice to keep you hot while we’re away.” Michael winked and stroked up and down her back.

Maria shivered and moved closer to him. "Oh you will? Well that makes me very happy. We could… warm up in the shower?" She suggested.

“Sounds good. But how about you give me a little head start right now?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

She giggled quietly and kissed him softly. "Well, I suppose I could try." She slid under the blankets slowly moving down his body until she was settled between his legs. She kissed his stomach softly and lightly trailed her fingers down his sides and over the tops of his thighs.

“You’re on the right way.” He let out a satisfied grunt and moved a little to get more comfortable. He could so get used to this. Sadly soon they wouldn’t have so much time in the mornings anymore.

Maria smiled when she heard him and then kissed the head of his cock. "Good." She said and then wrapped her fist around his length. He had given her such pleasure before with his lips, and his fingers, it was only fair that she repaid the favor. Not that she minded at all. Maria flicked her tongue out and ran it along the head.

“Hmm, yeah, baby.” He licked his lips and buried his hands back in her hair. He tried not to push her though, although it was hard not to. It was early morning, and her teasing wasn’t making things any easier.

"Having fun?" She asked. "'Cause I sure am." Maria licked the head of his dick again before wrapping her lips around him and letting her mouth slip down around his length while her fingers wrapped around the base.

“Uhuh.” Michael nodded and stroked over her hair. “Getting funner and funner.” He gulped and took one of his hands away from her to grip the sheets instead.

Maria pulled her mouth off him to smile and kiss his dick softly before she started pumping his length in her hand and sucking on his cock. She could taste the pre cum seeping from the head of his dick and licked it up greedily.

“Damn, Maria!” Just watching her brought him close to the edge. Maybe they should stop and continue this in the shower. But it felt too good to tell her to end this.

Her head bobbed up and down quickly as she took him farther into her mouth and moved his hand quicker. She slid her other hand up and rested it on top of his hand that was laying on the bed.

“Oh, yes, yes, baby!” He gripped the sheets as tight as he could, doing the same with her hair without being able to control it anymore. “Just like that!”

Maria rubbed his hand gently and stroked her tongue over the underside of his dick. She let out a quiet moan and let her eyes slip shut. She repeated the action of taking him deep into her mouth again.

“Oh fuck! Do that again!“ Her moan reverberated through every nerve ending in his body. He felt like shooting through the roof any second now.

She let out another moan and rubbed his hips gently. She loved the sound of his moans. It sent chills through her spine.

“Fuck!” He couldn’t hold it in anymore and came violently, spurting his seed into her mouth. “Damn.” Michael panted and brushed his fingers through her hair. He hadn’t wanted to do that, but hell did it feel good! “Sorry.”

Maria closed her eyes and drank him down greedily. "Don't be." She told him after thoroughly licking him clean. It felt god, and damn, it tasted pretty good too. She crawled up the length of his body and rested herself on his chest. Now she really just wanted to snuggle up to him again, and screw going out and getting breakfast, or more condoms. She just wanted to lay in his arms.

Michael looked down at her in wonder and kissed the top of her head. She was just so amazing. And they had only just met, but still she did all these things for him. “You’re too good to be true.”

She couldn't help but smile. No one had ever said things like that to her before. "Thank you." She murmured quietly and kissed his chest.

“No, thank you.” He smiled back and stroked over her hair, then stretched carefully so he wouldn’t knock her off of him. “So… shower?”

"Yeah." She sighed. "I really don't want to move now. I'd rather just lay here with you." Maria brought one of her hands up and gently traced shapes on his chest.

He chuckled. “But what about getting hot?”

"I really don't even want to go out anymore. Laying here in bed with you, is a lot nicer."

“It sure is.” He wrapped his arms around her and sighed. “But we need food, and we will need the condoms.”

"I know." She sighed. "Alright. Fine. Let's go shower." At least if they showered together she wouldn't be missing out on him touching her.

“In a few days, I’ll go to the hospital to get tested.” Maybe she would still want him to use condoms though. But he’d just feel better.

Maria lifted her head up and smiled at him. "I can too if you'd like." The truth was they didn't know each other, and he didn't have to believe her when she said she didn't sleep around. And it was only fair, if he got tested, she should too.

Michael shrugged. “You don’t have to.” He believed her when she said she didn’t sleep with many guys before him. She just wasn’t the type for that. But then again, he hadn’t really thought Isabel was the type to betray him either…

"God you are just so amazing… But I will. Michael, we barely know each other… and I know you've had a recently bad experience. I don't want you to feel like, if you want me to do it, that I'll be offended. Because I will, I don't want you to just be wondering." Maria tilted her head to the side and just looked up at him.

“I won’t.” He stroked over her cheek. She wasn’t like Isabel in so many things, she wouldn’t betray him either. No, she wouldn’t. “But okay. Then I won’t be the only one who has to get a needle stuck in his arm.” He shuddered.

"Only if you'll hold my hand. I don't like needles either." She felt him shudder. He didn't like them.

Michael nodded. “And you’ll hold mine?”

Maria nodded too. "I will." She lifted her head up and kissed him softly. "Come on, let's just go take a shower."

“Yeah, alright. Time to get you hot too.” He winked and slapped her ass lightly.

She gasped softly and then laughed before quickly scrambling out of bed and hurrying into the bathroom. She turned on the water and then just stood there rubbing the slightly stinging cheek.

Michael followed her, placing his hand over hers and feeling the heat. Damn, it had just been a light slap, hadn’t it? “Sorry, baby.”

Maria shook her head. "It's okay." No one had slapped her ass before, aside from the few old men that flirted with her at work. "I liked it." She smiled at him. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him softly.

“Good. I might slap you again some time.” He suddenly realized how that must have sounded and blushed, looking down at the floor. “Uh, I… I didn’t mean it like that! I was just…” Oh, fuck! “Sometimes I get carried away… during sex?” Crap, crap, crap! Why had he even started? She would kick him out now, wouldn’t she?

She cupped his face and made him look back up at her. "It's okay. I understand what you meant. And it's okay." She tucked some hair back behind his ear and kissed the tip of his nose. He was so cute when he blushed.

Michael made a face. “No, it is not.” It was okay for Isabel, but Maria was different. She was so small and gentle. He couldn’t do all of that stuff to her.

"You didn't hurt me Michael." She tilted her head to the side a little.

“I might later.” He sighed and passed a hand through his hair. Maybe he should sign up for therapy.

Maria sighed quietly and took a step back from him. "Why do you think you would?"

“It’s the sex. I mean, look, I have already taking you against the hard wall behind your diner a few times! Doesn’t that hurt?”

"Not really. Just a little from the brick but that isn't your fault Michael. It makes it more intense. And if I had any problems with it, I would have stopped you. If you hurt me I'd kick your ass." He thought that he was hurting her?

Michael smirked a little. “You would?”

Maria nodded. "Yes. I would."

“Okay then, guess I have to trust in that.” And he had to be more careful. Maybe check out sex therapies after all.

She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. "You wouldn't hurt me. I know that." Then she shook her head a little. "Come on, let's get in the water before it gets cold."

“Yeah.” He wished he had the same faith in himself she had. But for now he was in control, so he should stop to worry. “We were about to get you hot, weren’t we?”

"Yes, as a matter of fact. To keep us warm on our venture out to get supplies."

“Important supplies.” He smirked a real smirk now and stepped under the shower, holding his hands out for her to join him.

"Very important." Maria stepped towards him and kissed him softly after taking his hand.

“You know, we’ll save a lot of money when we get tested though.” Michael chuckled. That was if that meant forgetting about the condoms then. Maybe she would still want to keep using them.

"Yeah, we will. And we won't have to make these emergency trips to the drug store." Maria curled her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

“Yeah.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head, then took a step back to get more under the water, taking her with him by wrapping his arms around her tightly.

She closed her eyes when the water started hitting her face. "I don't want to go to work tonight Michael. I just want to stay home with you."

“I know.” He sighed. “I wish I’d earn more money, then you could stay at home.” Home. Her home. Theirs? It felt like theirs already, even though he didn’t have any of his stuff here, besides some clothes and his shaving kit.

Maria lifted her head up and looked at him. She smiled a little and kissed his lips lightly. "It's okay." She paused for a moment and then tilted her head to the side. "What do you do anyways?" They'd spent all their time together since Christmas Eve, except for when she was at work and he didn't hang out in the diner.

Michael frowned, then he smirked. “I never told you, did I?”

She shook her head a little. "No, you didn't."

“I study. Arts.” He bit his lip, a little afraid how she’d take it. It wasn’t a real profession. It could mean he would be broke for the rest of his life.

"Arts? Like drawing? Or dancing? Or something?" She asked.

“Do I look like a dancer?” Michael laughed out loud, then he stopped and frowned. “Never mind, don’t answer.” He might not like it.

Maria giggled quietly and trailed her fingers over his chest. "Well, with this taught, trim, and sexy body… you could be." She told him anyways. "So what is it then?"

He smirked. Alright, that was a good answer. “I paint. And I sculpt a bit and stuff. I need to do that in class. But I’m striving to be a painter.”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled at him. "That's really cool. What do you paint?" He was a painter? She reached back and held one of his hands between hers. She could practically see them gliding with a paintbrush over the canvas.

He interlaced his fingers with hers and blushed. He wasn’t used to receive such positive feedback. “Uh, stuff, you know? It’s abstract, but not too much. I mean, I don’t just draw a circle and a square and call it a masterpiece.”

"Would you show me some of it someday?" Maria smiled up at him. He was an artist. She just loved the idea of it.

“Sure.” He smiled back. “If you let me paint you.”

She opened her mouth, and then closed it. "Are you serious?" He wanted to paint her? For fun, right? Nothing serious, something he'd toss out after he was done. "I'd love you to."

“Great.” He stroked over her now wet hair and then bent down to kiss her softly. “I’d have painted you anyways, but it’s nice to have your permission.” He chuckled.

Maria smiled and kissed him softly. "You mean it? Why do you want to paint me?" She asked him.

“Are you serious? Why would I not? I mean, look at you!” He took a step back and checked her out. He knew just what he’d see, but it still didn’t hurt to look again. Closely. A grin spread over his face. “Besides, you… you mean something to me.”

She blushed and looked down before peeking at him through her lashes. Maria threw her arms around him and kissed him softly. "You mean it?" She asked breaking the kiss to take in a breath. She meant something to him? She felt like she was floating hearing him say that.

Michael nodded and trailed his fingers over her cheek. Things had suddenly gotten intense without being sexual at all. Even though they were naked in the shower. That was a little creepy. “Sure. You are hot.” He winked. He had meant all of what he said, but he wanted to get rid of some of the tension.

Maria laughed and poked him in the stomach. "Oh, so that's all I am to you?" She shook her head and spun around. "You're supposed to be making me hot, remember? Not just telling me I am."

He smirked. “You mean telling you didn’t make you hot?” He took a step closer to her, rubbing his erection against her ass. “How about now?” He cupped her breasts.

She let her eyes slip shut and leaned back against his chest. "That helps… a lot… but not quite there."

“No? Aw, damn.” He let one hand drop between her legs and rubbed his index finger over her clit. “Getting warmer?”

"Oh!" Her hips jerked slightly and she nodded quickly. "Yeah… getting there."

“Maybe I should turn down the cold water?” He nuzzled her neck.

She shook her head quickly. "No… no you're supposed to be making me hot… to keep me warm while we're outside. God Michael…"

He chuckled again and squeezed her nipple before switching to her other breast. “Relax, I’m just teasing.” He thrust his hips against her back to let her feel his erection again and then rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, applying more pressure than before.

Maria let out a loud moan and arched her back. "God… you're so fucking good Michael." He made her whole body feel so good. Like a live wire.

“So you’re hot now?” He placed a sucking kiss on her shoulder. Even under the water she still tasted good.

She nodded a little and slid her hand up to tangle in his hair. "Yeah I am… god you make me feel so…" She couldn't describe it, but it was amazing.

“Hot?” He smirked and then pulled his hands back, reaching for the soap instead.

Her mouth fell open and she spun around quickly to look at him. "Michael! You can't! You can't do that and then just stop!"

“Why? I was supposed to make you hot and then keep you hot. If you’ll get your… release now, then you would be cold again, wouldn’t you?” He raised his eyebrow and then started soaping her up.

Maria's jaw trembled. Why did he have to be logical about it? Her mind was wrapped around the amazing feelings of having him pressed up against her and touching her. She couldn't form an actual reply. But he was touching her again and she rested her hands on his stomach.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re going to go to work all satisfied.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then washed her arms. “Multiple times.”

She smiled at him a little and leaned up against his chest. "That sounds… wonderful."

“I hope so.” He smirked back and washed over her back, then handed her the shampoo before washing himself. They had to get going. “Maria?”

"Yeah?" She asked and tilted her head to the side and looked at him. Maria squeezed some shampoo into her hand and then started washing her hair.

“I need to stop by my old place later. Get some stuff.” He sighed.

"Okay… do you want to do that while I'm at work?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to have to have a run in with his ex-girlfriend or not.

Michael nodded. “Unless you want to come along?” He wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with him going back. Isabel wouldn’t be there, but still.

She tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. "I… I don't know. I don't think I want to meet Isabel…" Just the thought tempted Maria to rip the other woman's hair out.

“Oh, she won’t be there tonight. That’s why I’m going.”

"Then I'll go, and I'll help you out." She told him. "Do you have some of your paintings there? I want to see them."

“Yeah. But what I really need are my art supplies.” He passed his hand through his hair and then soaped it up as well. Damn, he really hoped she hadn’t thrown those out as well. “I hope it will still be there.”

She frowned a little and moved closer to him and slid her fingers into his hair. "Let me help." She gently massaged his scalp. "And as for Isabel… if she did, I can pitch in and help you buy new stuff."

“I can’t ask that of you.” He dropped his hands to her hips and watched her closely. Things with her were just always so damn nice. Those warm and fuzzy feelings in his guts would barely leave him anymore.

"You're not asking. I'm offering it to you." She gently worked her fingers through his hair.

“But you don’t have to. I’m on a scholarship, so maybe I could get them paid, when I say they’re… lost.” He rolled his eyes. But they better still be there. He used special paints, they were hard to get.

"But still. If you can't… then I will help you out. Okay? I'm not taking no for an answer here." She smiled and touched his jaw. "Now tip your head back and rinse your hair."

He complied and let the water rinse his hair. She still thought he was broke and homeless, didn’t she? Okay, so that wasn’t that far away from the truth, but he wasn’t totally helpless. He still had some cash on the bank. “Maria?” He wiped at his eyes to get the water out of them. “I’m not a social case. I even kinda have a job.”

"I didn't think that." She said a little hurt that he thought that. "As for a job, I wasn't sure, because we have spent all of our time together since Christmas Eve, except when I'm at work. I just wanted to help out." She sighed softly and moved her hands back up into her hair to finish washing it.

Michael sighed and stroked over her cheek. “I know, I’m sorry.” They had never talked about these things before. They had been too busy having sex and basking in the afterglow. He took a step back so she could get under the water to rinse her own hair.

Maria moved under the water and closed her eyes to let it run through her hair and wash the shampoo out of it.

When she was done, he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, letting the water fall down on their heads. He didn’t like this. Isabel already started to ruin their day, even though she had done nothing yet.

She buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. Was this their first fight? Was it even a fight? "Are we fighting?" Maria asked him softly.

“I don’t know.” He pulled back so he could mate their foreheads. “I hope not.”

"I haven't thought of you as just some homeless guy that needed help since I realized you weren't. But I still wanted to be able to help you out." She looked into his eyes for a moment before letting them slip shut.

“I understand. That’s what I love about you.” He kissed her softly. “You’re the kindest person I have ever met.”

Maria's eyes opened quickly. Love? She kissed him back tenderly and gently rubbed his sides. "Thank you." She whispered.

He looked away. And she was always so grateful when he only told her the truth. “Let’s get out of here and get something for breakfast. I’ll tell you more about my work on the way to the store, okay?”

"Okay." She told him and kissed him softly. "Okay, let's go." Maria turned around and shut off the water before she stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels.

Michael took a towel from her and quickly dried himself off. “I’m hungry. Are you?” The fastest way to get over the earlier… misunderstanding would be sex, but they really had to get out before they did anything else, or they never would.

"Yeah, I am. You made me work up an appetite." She smiled and wrapped the towel around herself before walking out of the bathroom and going back to her room to find something to wear.

Grinning, he toweled off his hair and then wrapped it around his waist. He followed her into the bedroom and picked up some of his clothes from the floor. “You know, it’s good when you come with me later. Then I can grab more stuff.” That was still assuming there was some stuff left to grab.

Maria glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Happy to help. Oh… maybe you can look at my car? Are you good with cars? If we take my car you could be sure you get everything you need."

“I’m…” He bit his lip and glanced away again. “No, not really. I’m really a shame for all men concerning that.” He shrugged and then smirked. “I’m an artist.”

"An artist is a great thing to be." She smiled. "But still, aren't guys supposed to just have like some knowledge that comes when you're born, on how to fix cars?" She laughed and shook her head as she started to get dressed. "I'll call my brother and see if he can take a break and come up here and fix it… but that would probably take a few days."

“Do you know how to sew or how to knit?” He shook his head and chuckled, then pulled on his pants. “Wait. You have a brother?” Family. Another thing they hadn’t really talked about.

"I can sew… I tried to knit but it turned into just a ball of yarn." She giggled and nodded. "Yup. I have a brother… well step brother. But I've known him forever." Maria pulled out a knee length skirt and chewed on her lip. It was still cold outside, so she pulled on a pair of thigh high tights.

“Oh, that’s…” He stopped when he glanced at her again, catching her pulling up tights. “You’re wearing tights?” He didn’t like those at all. It would take too long to get them off of her again.

Maria smirked and nodded. "Yup." She slid on a pair of shoes and grabbed a thick sweater. Obviously he didn't know that they were only thigh high.

“But… why?” He sighed and passed his hands through his hair, already seeing him fumbling with them, not getting them down at all.

"Because it is cold outside…and it's so much fun to tease you." Maria laughed and hiked her skirt up to show him where her tights ended. "Surprise."

Michael growled. “You’re evil.” How was he supposed to know they came in two pieces? He quickly crossed the distance between them and grabbed her ass hard, pulling her closer and then kissing her hungrily.

She laughed against his mouth and kissed him passionately. "I know." She mumbled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "And you fucking love it."

“I do.” He smirked and slapped her ass. “Because it gives me a reason to punish you.”

Maria gasped quietly and pressed closer to him. "Sounds promising." She leaned in and nuzzled his throat.

Michael frowned. Aw shit, he had done it again! But she didn’t seem to mind. Still, she deserved better. He sighed and pulled back, taking her hand in his. “Alright, we should get going.”

She frowned and just looked at him for a moment. "You're not going to punish me?" Maria pouted and pulled her hand back to grab her jacket and purse. "Alright, let's go." She took his hand again and walked with him out of her room.

“Did you want me to?” He scratched his eyebrow before leading her to the living room so he could grab his jacket as well.

"Yeah. We already discussed this… I don't have a problem with it… I mean… it's not like you're just abusing me. It is a sex thing…" She sighed. Maria didn't think she was going to win this. Because no matter how she said it, it sounded wrong. "Forget it." She muttered.

“We didn’t discuss if you want to be punished.” Michael pulled on his jacket and then shook his head, chuckling softly. “And I really think we shouldn’t either.” That would make it all just way worse. And besides, it would take away from the whole thing. “But maybe we could… find out?”

Maria looked over at him and tilted her head to the side. "How?" She raised an eyebrow.

“Uh.” He scratched his eyebrow again. Yeah, good question. “I dunno. I don’t think I can… always behave myself, and if you don’t like it, you tell me?” He would still try not to get too rough with her. She wasn’t Isabel. With her he didn’t have all of these doubts. But they had grown up and developed together, that had been different.

"I would tell you. Remember? I told you I'd kick your ass if you really hurt me." She squeezed his hand. "But I trust that you wouldn't hurt me."

Michael nodded. Yeah, he wouldn’t loose it so bad to really hurt her, but still, maybe a few more slaps would already be too much for her. They’d find out. “We will have much more to explore this year.”

"Yeah, we will." She turned to step in front of him and kissed his lips softly. "Come on, let's head to the store, and breakfast… which first? Food?"

“Depends on what we’re getting.” He smoothed her hair back behind her ears and frowned again, because it was still rather wet. “Hey, maybe you should blow-dry first though.”

Maria pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and smiled at him. "I'm okay. Thanks though."

“I don’t think I could have kept you this hot.” He smiled and kissed her cheek, then took her hand back in his, leading her out the front door.

"I think you can." She walked with him down the hall to the elevator and leaned up against the wall after pressing the button.

Michael chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning in but not kissing her.

"See, you can keep me plenty warm with just your arms around me…" She leaned forward a little. "But you'll keep me even warmer if you kissed me."

“Well, I don’t want you to get a cold.” He winked and closed the short distance between them with a searing kiss.

She let out a quiet moan and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could practically feel the warmth spreading through her body. From her lips to her toes.

Just when he was starting to get lost in her, the elevator gave its inevitable bing, and they had to separate. “Food,” he mumbled against her lips.

"Come on." She stepped inside the elevator and pulled him inside with her and then pressed the button. And then Maria just looked at him. She had never felt so strongly about someone. No one had ever made her feel like Michael was making her feel.

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Chapter Three

Michael brushed his thumb over her lips. She was just so beautiful. Now he couldn’t wait to get his stuff so he could start to sketch her. And when he was back at university, he would make a sculpture too.

Her eyes slid shut and she sighed softly. "God Michael…" She couldn't begin to describe how she felt. They weren't having sex, but he was just touching her so gently. He made her feel so special.

“Hmm?” He brought his other hand up as well and outlined her cheekbones. He’d paint her just like this, with the hood over her head. It was just too cute. And sexy, because it kept parts of her hidden, like a secret.

"You… you're just…" She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I can't explain it Michael. But you make me feel so good."

He smiled, feeling the warmth flooding through his body again. “Ditto.”

Maria smiled at him and moved closer to kiss him softly. "No one has ever made me feel like this Michael."

“I’m sorry.” They should have. She deserved to be happy. And now he was the one making her? He couldn’t really believe this.

She pulled back and frowned at him. "Why?" What did he possibly have to be sorry for? He made her happy. But maybe he really didn't want anything serious, and her talking like this was pretty serious. It was all just about sex wasn't it?

The elevator let out a 'ding' and she shook her head and quickly walked past him and out of the elevator. She felt hurt.

“Because, Maria.” He followed her quickly and grabbed her arm, making her stop. “Because someone should have made you happy before you met me. Someone… better.”

"Someone better?" She shook her head. "What the hell are you talking about? I can't think of anyone better. You make me feel like … I can't even explain it. God Michael!" She threw her hands in the air. Why did he have to make her feel like this?

“Like you really want to strangle me right now?” He smirked. She was so confusing, but always fun to watch.

"Yeah! I kinda do." She laughed softly and then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. "You make me feel… insanely happy. And I don't want you to think that there is someone better… and I really don't want you to freak out about commitment. I know that you're just coming out of this bad relationship, and this could all just be a rebound thing. But..." She sighed and stepped back and ran her hands through her hair.

“It’s not! It’s not just a rebound thing.” What was that anyways? Wasn’t that when you purposefully searched for someone just to get over a person you still loved? Well, he hadn’t been looking for Maria, she just found him. “At least it’s not for me.”

"But am I freaking you out by telling you that you make me the happiest I've ever been in a relationship?" She wrapped her arms around her waist and tilted her head to the side.

“It didn’t freak me out. You were the one who ran away as soon as the doors opened.”

"Because you said you were sorry!" She smacked his shoulder with her hand. "You said you were sorry for making me this happy."

“What? No I didn’t say that.” He rubbed over his shoulder. Damn. She sure knew just where it hurt the most. “I said I was sorry, that’s true. But I was sorry that you haven’t been this happy before.”

She sighed and pushed some hair behind her ear. "Don't be sorry. I'm happy that you're the one that makes me feel like this."

“I’m too, it’s just…” He wasn’t sure anymore. What had been his point? That he was a dumbass who kept screwing up what he had with Maria?

"You're what?" Maria stepped towards him and touched his arm.

“Hungry.” He shrugged and gave her a small smile, hoping to avoid the discussion for now.

She nodded a little and slid her hand into his. Just let it go Maria. "Yeah."

“I’m sure we’ll both feel better after we ate something.” He interlaced their fingers and gave them a little tug, so they would get going again.

"Yeah." Maria murmured again and walked with him out of the building. "Where are we going?"

“What do you want?” He stopped before they had to cross the street and looked at her.

"Anything. What do you want?" She glanced around. "There is that little bakery down the street. Coffee and fresh pastry and stuff."

“Sounds perfect.” He smiled. “Lead the way?”

Maria nodded and tugged his hand gently and pulled him down the sidewalk in the direction of the diner.

In no time at all they were seated in the diner, looking through the menus. Michael was happy that it was rather warm inside, since her hair was still wet. He reached out and brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “You sure you won’t get sick?”

She looked up at him and smiled a little. "It's okay Michael, I'm fine." It was nice that he cared. She really liked it. But at the same time, she wasn't sure that it really would work out. Especially after … how many arguments had they gotten into today?

“Okay.” He sighed and pulled his hand back. “Cool.” Things were still not back to how they used to be between them, or else she would be touching him back. “So what’s good here?” He looked at the menu again.

Maria reached over and pointed at a few things on his menu. "But I always get the strawberry waffles. They put extra strawberries, and whipped cream on them." She smiled a little at him. The should talk. About the arguments. About what they really wanted from each other. But in public probably wasn't a good idea.

“Sounds good.” He folded his menu and placed it on the table. It would sound better if they’d eat it in the bedroom and he could feet her with the strawberries and lick the whipped cream off her body… He let out a low growl.

She was folding her own menu back up when she heard him growl and looked up quickly. "What?" She asked, her brow furrowed. The growl was sexy. It made her want to be back home with him in bed.

“Just thinking…” He lowered his gaze and licked his lips. “Strawberries, whipped cream, you…”

Maria let out a quiet moan and leaned towards him. "That sounds… really good…" She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Maybe we should get this to go…"

“I was thinking that too.” He winked and reached over the table to take her hand in his. “Or maybe we’ll just eat something else and get the strawberries and whipped cream at the store for later.”

"That is a good idea too." Maria squeezed his hand gently and smiled a little. "We need to talk later too." She told him.

“Talk?” Michael frowned. That didn’t sound as promising as playing with the strawberries and whipped cream.

"Yeah… but much later. After we have our fun with strawberries and whipped cream." Maria squeezed his hand.

“Okay.” He smiled. After they had sex, they would fall asleep. Then it was time for her shift and then they’d get his stuff and have sex again, so there was no reason he had to worry. Not for today at least. The waitress arrived and he ordered coffee and plain pancakes with maple syrup.

Maria ordered waffles and after the waitress left she rested her cheek against her palm and looked at him.

“I teach.” Michael shrugged and sat down more comfortable.

Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. "What?"

“I teach. It’s my job.” He smiled a little and passed his hand through his hair. “I said I’d tell you on the way to the store, so…”

"Oh." She smiled at him. "What do you teach?" She asked suddenly fascinated. "Art?" But he was taking art classes… so how would that work?

“Yeah. I teach the younger semesters, lead tutorials, help the professors and stuff.” He blushed a little and looked down at the table, remembering some of the other things he did to get some money.

"That's cool. Maybe I could come to one of your classes?" She wanted to see him in an environment that he was familiar with.

Michael looked up again, surprised. “You’d do that?” He smiled. “Sure.”

"I'd love to." She smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

“Are you better at drawing or sketching?” He cocked his head, contemplating which class to take her into.

"I don't know… I don't think I'm very good at either. What would you suggest?"

“I can give you some private lessons, then we’ll see.” He smiled. He could just see it now, it would be fun. Isabel had never shared this with him. Not since a long time at least. How could they have drifted this far apart?

"Cool." Maria smiled and nodded a little. She couldn't wait. "When can we start?"

“Tonight if you want to.” And if he got his supplies. Michael scratched his eyebrow but before he could get stressed out again, the waitress came back with their food and coffee.

"Cool." She said again and then started eating. Suddenly she was starving. And really happy. He wanted to share something with her. Something really important to him.

Michael sent her another smile and then started eating as well. She wanted to come into one of his classes. That was a plan for the future, a commitment. She wouldn’t do this if she wanted him out of his life again. So whatever she wanted to talk about, it couldn’t be bad.

Maria ate her waffles silently. Savoring every bite of it. She kept casting glances at Michael, unable to stop herself.

Every time their eyes met, Michael got a fresh shot of tingles all through his body. Why could she have such a huge effect on him? It was nothing to question though, it was too good for that. “Are you still hot?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee and nudging her leg under the table.

She looked up at him again and smiled. "I think I'm cooling off a little bit… you may have to warm me up before we go."

He smirked and stroked his foot against hers. “And do you have a suggestion on how I might do that?”

"You could come and sit next to me." She gave him an innocent smile and patted the seat beside her.

“That’s a good start, I like that.” He grinned and quickly changed places, taking his plate with him so he could finish up his pancakes. As soon as he was sitting, he stroked over the small of her back, letting his hand rest there while he continued to eat.

"Me too." She said softly. His hand just being on her back made her feel better. Now she really wished they were back at her apartment so she could just snuggle up against his side, and lay with him.

While he ate, he kept stroking over her back. At first over her top, but he quickly slipped his fingers underneath and was drawing small shapes onto her naked back now. “You were right, the food here is good.”

Maria let out a soft sigh and nodded. "Yeah." She set her fork down and leaned towards him. "I really just want to go home now Michael." She admitted.

“I know, but we still have to go to the drug store, remember?” He moved his hand out of her shirt and wrapped it around her waist instead, pulling her closer to him.

"I know." She sighed. "But I don't care." Maria laid her head against his shoulder and let her eyes slip shut for a moment.

Michael placed a small kiss on top of her head and then motioned for the check. “It won’t take long. And we can pick up the strawberries and whipped cream.”

"Okay." She nodded a little and then sat up, and straightened herself out. She reached for her purse and fished out some money to pay for their breakfast.

“No wait, let me pay!” He placed his hand over hers and then reached for his jacket pocket.

Maria nodded slightly. "Okay." She put her money back in her purse and smiled a little at him. "Thank you."

“No problem. I still owe you.” A lot. They would have to split the rent soon. He’d mention it again when they talked later.

She shrugged a little. "It isn't a big deal. Don't worry about it."

“Did you win a lottery or something?” It was an honest question. She kept paying and paying and telling him it was no big deal. She even offered to pay for his art supplies without even knowing what they’d cost.

Maria shook her head. "No… I make good tips though. My paychecks go to paying the bills, and then my tips are mostly extra. I don't usually spend that much on myself."

“Yeah.” Michael nodded. “My money goes to art supplies and that’s it.” Now. Before he spend a lot on Isabel too. Way, way too much. “I couldn’t really save up though, since I wasn’t, uh… alone.”

She nodded in understanding. "Yeah. That does make sense." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for breakfast."

“Thanks for not expecting I’d pay for it.” He gave a short, hard laugh and then shook his head. He should stop thinking about Isabel. It kept ruining his mood. After the waitress had collected the money, Michael quickly stood up and pulled Maria with him. “Alright, food, condoms, tissues, then we’re back home.”

Maria laced her fingers with his and squeezed his hand. "Good." She said and walked with him down the sidewalk to the store. "If we split up it'll be quicker." She told him moving closer to him for a second.

“I guess.” His face crumbled for a moment, then he shrugged. “Yeah.” She was right. And being quicker meant they would be back home even faster.

She stole a quick kiss and then stepped back. "I'll get the strawberries and whipped cream you get… the other stuff." Maria smiled at him before turning around and heading for the produce isle.

Michael watched her sauntering away, smirking because he knew she was his. For the moment at least. He scratched his eyebrow and then went to get fresh tissues and another two boxes of condoms. If they’d get tested within the next days, they wouldn’t need a third.

Maria snatched up a container of strawberries, some whipped cream, and then she smirked when she saw a small container of chocolate, meant for dipping the strawberries in. "Perfect." She murmured before heading towards the cash registers to wait for Michael.

A few minutes later, Michael joined her again. He had gotten distracted over the condoms and ended up grabbing an extra package of special ribbed ones, guaranteed to intensify a woman’s pleasure. He wasn’t so sure how a condom could do that, but he was willing to try them out.

“Hey.” He looked in her hands and smiled when he saw she got some nice strawberries.

"Hey… I got a surprise." Maria smiled sweetly at him.

“Me too.” Michael smirked. “For more fun.”

"Ditto." Then she shook her head a little. "Come on, lets get out of here."

“Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek and then took a few steps forward, stepping in line. “So what did you get?” He couldn’t make it out.

"Chocolate sauce… for the strawberries of course." She leaned into him a little and was happy there weren't many people in line in front of them.

“Of course.” He winked and started to grin, imagining all of the other places it could be used on.

She shivered and moved closer to him. "And what is your surprise?"

Michael held up the package for her. “Special ribbed.”

"Ohhhh!" Her eyes went wide and she smiled. Now she was thankful the line had moved up so she could set her stuff down and wrap her arms around him. "Are you trying to drive me insane with lust?" She whispered against his ear.

“Haven’t you noticed yet?” He chuckled and quickly put his stuff down as well, so he could wrap his arms around her waist.

"I'm starting to." Maria laid her head against his shoulder and sighed happily. "I'm not objecting to it."

“But I am.” Pulling back, he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “I want you sane and with me.”

"I'm with you." She told him quietly and looked up into his eyes. Then someone cleared their throat and Maria realized it was their turn. "Whoops."

Michael glared at the woman interrupting them before turning around and walking forward when their items were rung up. “She’s just frustrated.” He whispered to Maria.

Maria smiled up at him and slid her hand into his. "Yeah." She rested her head on his shoulder.

He pulled out his wallet and paid again, then took the paper bag. “This doesn’t mean I won’t still pay you in this other currency, you know?” He leaned down to kiss her neck and then tugged her out of the store, before someone else could protest once more.

"Well that is good to know." She laughed and hurried with him away from the store. "Let's go home." Maria glanced around. Happy to be with him.

“Yeah.” They crossed the street and Michael cocked his head, suddenly getting an idea. “Though actually, maybe now you could pay me back.”

"Happily. But only if I get to use the chocolate sauce." She looked up at him and smirked a little.

“You won’t see me arguing there.” He smirked back. “If you save some for me.”

"Okay." Maria nodded and tugged on his hand. Finally they arrived at the apartment building and she pulled him inside and then inside the elevator.

With the bag in his hands, Michael refrained from grabbing her like usual. Instead he watched her, unsure what to talk about. They should make plans for later, but it could ruin the mood. Just thinking about Isabel was making him less happy, so talking about her would be worse.

She leaned up against the wall and smiled faintly at him. A nice quiet moment between them. They needed to talk. She really wanted to talk to him about them but decided that they should wait.

“So…” Michael raised an eyebrow. “You still hot?”

"Well…I'm starting to cool off…"

He took a step closer to her. “Sorry. I’ll try to heat you up nicely as soon as we’re back in the apartment.”

"Good. I hope so." Maria smiled at him.

The elevator stopped and Michael held out his hand for her. “If not you can punish me.”

Maria laughed softly and took his hand. "Cool." She smiled and walked with him to her apartment and pulled out the keys and unlocked the door.

Stepping in close behind her when she was fumbling with the lock, he leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “No, hot.”

She moaned softly and leaned into him and quickly shoved open the door and yanked him inside. She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately.

He held the bag away from their bodies so the strawberries wouldn’t get squished but wrapped his free arm around her waist, kissing her back hungrily. After kicking the door closed, he led her further into the room till he finally reached a counter to put the bag on.

Maria curled her arms tight around his shoulders and kissed him back deeply. She wanted nothing more than to have their naked bodies pressed together. To feel him.

He was still walking with her, trying to lead her into the bedroom eventually. But for now they were wearing too many clothes. He nibbled on her bottom lip and tried to shrug her jacket off at the same time.

Maria she helped him pull her jacket off and then pushed on his, but never broke the kiss. She kicked off her shoes, first one, another step back, and then the other. She wrapped her arms back around his shoulders again and kissed him passionately.

After he had kicked off his shoes as well, he was pulling his shirt over his head, instantly attacking her lips again as soon as he could. It was so easy to get lost in her. Just one little touch could lead to this. He pushed his hand under her top, roaming over her back.

She moaned loudly and lightly ran her nails over his back. "Oh Michael." She gasped out softly and pressed her body closer. "I need you."

“Yeah…” He nodded and unsnapped her bra. “I need you too.” He pulled back enough to tug her shirt over her head and throw it behind them to the ground. By now they were in the bedroom and he attacked her neck with his lips.

Maria cradled his neck between her hands and arched her back. "Yes." She breathed out and let her eyes slip shut.

“So?” He kissed his way to her collarbone, glancing up at her briefly. “Are you hot?”

"Very." She breathed and pressed her lips against the side of his face.

“So I won’t get punished?” He smirked and tongued the hollow of her throat.

"No… not right now anyways."

Michael chuckled and picked Maria up, carrying her the rest of the way and then dropping her down on the bed. “Now you better loose your panties before I have to punish you.” He winked and unbuckled his pants.

She didn't move, just smiled sweetly up at him. "Oh really?" Maria rested her hands on the hem of her skirt.

He raised his eyebrow and tried to give her a stern look, but failed to wipe the smirk out of his face. “Really.” He pushed his pants down over his hips and stepped out of them.

Maria smiled up at him. "Well, that sounds very tempting…"

“Yeah? You know that punishment could mean I will keep you hot for a long time, without any… refreshing release?” He was standing on the edge of the bed now.

Maria pouted and stuck her tongue out at him. "You're not very nice." She slid her hands down and slowly started to inch her skirt up to tease him.

“No, I’m not.” He grinned. “Do you really want to find out just how evil I can be?” He raised his eyebrow again. And did he really want to show her?

"Fine. Be that way." She huffed and pulled her skirt up around her waist and reveled that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

“Be that way? You really want me to punish you, don’t you?” He shook his head, scolding her although she was just turning him on more and more. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her. “You evil tease.” The last was a whisper close to her ear.

Maria nodded a little and then arched her back. "Yeah." She whispered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw softly.

“Even if it means missing out on orgasms for a very, very long time?” He smirked and brushed his hand over her thighs. Damn, if he had known she was going commando all of the time they spend outside… He growled and kissed her hungrily before she could answer him.

She gasped softly into his mouth and kissed him passionately. She didn't want to be denied orgasms, but she was curious about how he would punish her. And just what it would include. She massaged her hands over his shoulders and curled one of her legs around his waist.

The stockings tickled him and he pulled back. This wasn’t the way to go when they were in the bedroom. He wanted her completely naked to be able to be skin on skin with her everywhere. Reluctantly he climbed off the bed again.

She pouted when Michael suddenly was gone. "Michael? Where are you going?"

“Nowhere.” He chuckled at her crestfallen expression. “Just getting the shackles.”

Her eyes went wide and then she stuck her tongue out at him. "Oh… pff."

“Brat.” Michael laughed and took a hold of one of her stockings, then slowly peeled it off her leg.

Maria smiled at him and pointed her toe as she dragged her stocking down her leg. She could feel his fingers through the material on her skin and it felt so nice.

He was about to throw the garment behind him, but then he trailed it between his fingers. It would actually make for a good ‘shackle’. He looked at Maria and raised his eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes a little at him. "What?" He had this look on his face that was making her a little leery.

“Last chance to say no.” He was still playing with the stocking, testing its strength.

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Chapter Four

Maria's eyes fell on her stocking in his hand, and then she looked up at his face and kept her mouth shut tightly. She wanted to see where he was going with it.

Michael felt the blood rushing through his veins. Were they really ready for this next step in their sex life? But would it really be such a big step? He would just tie her up, not spank her or anything. Though this was the first step. But she wanted it, he could see it in her eyes. She wanted it as much as he did. “Lay back on the bed.”

She moved up so that she was laying in the center of the bed and just looked at him. "Okay." She murmured softly. She really wanted this. She wanted to find out how much trust she could lay into him.

He smiled and nodded his approval, then stroked over her arm, raising it over her head. As soon as he had her gripping the headboard, he tied the stocking around her wrist, securing her into place. He made sure she had enough room to move though, and hoped it wouldn’t chafe.

Maria tugged gently and then smiled up at him. This was definitely a new experience.

“Not too tight?” Michael cocked his head and then walked around the bed so he could get the other stocking as well.

"No, it's good." She smiled and shifted a little getting more comfortable.

He smiled back and placed a soft kiss on her toes before setting her leg back down on the bed. “You can always tell me when it starts to hurt, okay?” He moved her second arm over her head, securing it just like the first.

"Okay." Maria told him and nodded.

Michael leaned down and gave her a short kiss, then he stepped back again. “And now to the item that started it all.” He winked and then slowly opened the zipper of her skirt.

She laughed softly and nodded. "I actually think the lack of underwear is what started it all."

“Nu-uh. If you had just taken off your skirt like I told you to, you wouldn’t be in trouble now.” He smirked and slowly dragged the skirt down over her shapely legs, then threw it on the floor.

"Hm." She huffed quietly and then laughed quietly. "That tickles." She murmured feeling the fabric down her legs.

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrow, suddenly getting an idea. “You got any feathers lying around somewhere?”

Maria laughed softly and shook her head. "No… I don't think so…" Her brow furrowed for a moment. "Wait… um… there's a feather duster in the kitchen… in the pantry." Then she wondered if she really should have told him.

He grinned. “Thanks, baby.” She would so regret telling him this. Or maybe not. He chuckled and trailed his fingertips over her stomach. “Be right back.” He winked and left the bedroom.

She shivered a little and watched him leave her bedroom. She shifted again, tugging gently on the restraint. It was a weird feeling, being completely at Michael's mercy, and so far, Maria was really enjoying it.

Michael came back a few minutes later, holding the feather duster in one hand, and the bag from the store in his other, behind his bag. “Guess what else I found?”

Maria looked up at him and smiled a little. "What did you find?" She asked him. Genuinely curious. What was he hiding?

He threw the feather duster on the bed and then showed her the bag. “Breakfast.”

Letting out a quiet giggle she smiled. "Yum."

“Oh, you want some too?” He chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, unpacking the contents. He put the box of tissues and the condoms on her nightstand along with the strawberries and the whipped cream he put next to her on the bed.

"Well I think you should save some for me…" She smiled at him.

“Yeah… maybe I’ll let you tie me down when I’m done with you.” He cocked his head and reached for a strawberry. “But I don’t think you’ll still be able to move much.”

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah.” Michael smirked and trailed the strawberry over her chin and then outlined her lips with it.

Maria parted her lips and watched Michael as she flicked her tongue out and traced it over the end of the strawberry.

He groaned. Damn, he was supposed to be teasing her, not the other way round. “Aren’t you gonna eat it?”

"But this is fun." She ran her tongue over it again and let her eyes slip shut. Then she opened one eye and looked at Michael.

“Just remember that you will so get it back.” Michael shook his head, but he was unable to pull the strawberry away, mesmerized by her lips and her tongue. Leave it to Maria to drive him nuts with something so simple as a strawberry.

Gently she closed her teeth around it and took a bite. She moaned quietly, to tease him more and sighed happily. "Yum." She murmured opening her eyes to look at him.

Michael ate the rest of the strawberry himself, quickly swallowing it so he could lean over and kiss her again, sharing the taste. “Yum.”

Maria moaned quietly into Michael's mouth and kissed him deeply. The taste of the strawberry was still on his lips. God he was good.

After the kiss, Michael had to clear his throat to keep the huskiness out of his voice. He shouldn’t let on to how much effect she had on him, but it was hard. And he had a feeling she damn well knew anyways. “Have you been a dirty girl, Maria?”

A slow smile crept across her face and she looked up at him. "I don't know Michael, why don't you tell me." This was fun. She loved the look of lust in his eyes.

“I think you were.” He tapped her nose and then picked up the feather duster. “I think you need to get cleaned off. Thoroughly.”

"Oh-okay." She murmured. She eyed the feather duster and bit her lip. She was a very ticklish person. "And just how are you going to do that?" Maria asked and raised an eyebrow.

“What do you think?” Michael smirked and trailed the duster over her flat stomach.

Maria shivered and arched her back. "Michael." She whispered. Her stomach quivered and she tugged on the nylon restraints.

“Relax, baby.” He trailed it up to brush over her breasts. “This is only just the beginning.”

She giggled softly before moaning quietly. "You're such a tease." She told him.

“Me?” Michael chuckled and brushed the feather up and down her arms quickly. “Just remember why I have to do this now.” He raised his eyebrow and tickled her side.

Maria shrieked quietly and started laughing. "Oh! God Michael! That's… so not fair!" She twisted on the bed, trying to get away from.

“No? But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He moved the duster once again, stroking it back over her breasts. He growled low in his throat when he saw her nipples become even harder. Damn. He should have just spanked her, then they would be over with this already and he could be fucking her into oblivion.

"Not for you to tickle me!" She laughed. "God Michael, I am so ticklish. That isn't fair!" She smiled up at him but then arched her back when he trailed the duster over her chest. It didn't tickle as much, just felt really nice.

“What? You rather wanted a spanking?” Trailing the duster down over her stomach till he reached her thighs, he raised an eyebrow at her.

She shivered and her thighs trembled. "I…" Did She? She'd liked it before, but would that be any easier to take than the tickling duster that caused her pleasure too? "I like this." She told him.

Michael smiled relived. “Thought so.” This way he had more control. He didn’t trust himself enough to actually go and spank her or worse. It didn’t belong to her life and it didn’t have any place in this stage of their relationship. It was sweet and gentle, like her. He didn’t want to screw it up. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, then he dusted off her legs. “You think you’re clean now?”

"Uh huh! Uh huh! I'm clean!" She gasped out and arched her back.

“Clean enough to eat from?” He was still lazily trailing the feathers all over her body.

She felt wetness flood between her legs and nodded. "Yeah… yeah I think so."

“Good.” He smirked and threw the duster behind him. “’Cause I still have these yummy strawberries to devour.” But maybe he could just fuck her first. He groaned and stroked over his painfully aroused cock. But no, this was a game, and she would want him to continue.

"By all means… feel free." She looked down and saw him stroking himself and couldn't help but moan. "Michael…" God she wanted him so much.

Her voice snapped him out of it completely and he sat down beside her once again, picking up the box of strawberries. “Want another?”

"Only if you'll feed it to me … from between your lips."

He raised both of his eyebrows in surprise and then nodded, unable to speak. There. She was just too damn cute. He could never hurt her. Never. Taking one of the strawberries out of the box, he took it between his lips and then leaned over her so she could take it from him.

Maria smiled and lifted her head up enough to take the strawberry from his lips and pressed hers against his for a moment before laying her head back on the pillow.

Michael kissed her cheek and then nuzzled his way down to her throat. Stupid games. He just wanted to free her and make love to her. Suddenly he pulled back with a deep frown. Didn’t he mean fuck her hard? He glanced at the temptress in his bed. No, he had meant make love. He sighed.

Maria smiled a little at him, she wanted to touch him, and cup his cheek and hold him. The way he looked at her made her insides melt into goo. He frowned and she furrowed her brow. "What's wrong?"

“Nothing.” He tried to smile at her. This had all happened so quickly. Now he would be devastated when she didn’t want him anymore. Had he learned nothing from Isabel? But he couldn’t help it. How could anyone possibly not get attached to her? “I’m just… happy, is all.” He kissed her softly and stroked over her cheek.

"Happy?" She asked softly and then smiled up at him. "If… if you're done playing, do you want to untie me?"

“Yeah.” He nodded and placed the fruits on the nightstand. Something itched him though. Something he had wanted to do since they were first talking about the strawberries. “Just…” He took another out and showed it to her. “Spread your legs.”

Her brow furrowed but she smiled a little and nodded. "Okay." She pulled her legs apart for him and watched him intently.

Michael held her gaze and only glanced down briefly to make sure he was moving the strawberry the right way. He hovered it on top of her core and then slowly trailed it between her nether lips, twirling it slightly so it would hopefully get soaked on all directions.

Her eyes slid shut part way and she arched her back. "Oh… Michael." She moaned softly. She could feel of the little seeds all over the strawberry against her lower lips. Her thighs trembled slightly.

Raising his eyebrow, he repeated his actions. She seemed to really like this. “How does it feel?”

"Really good… it's like… oh god I can't explain it Michael." She clenched her fists and unclenched them over and over again.

“Do you want me to continue?” He could still untie her later. If she really loved this, it could be an extended kind of foreplay.

Maria moaned and bit her lip. Continue with this or finally have him inside of her again? "I… no! No I just want you." She was so turned on, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could handle the teasing.

Michael smiled and kissed her softly. “Okay.” His aching cock was thanking her. And it would be even more in a few minutes. He smirked and brought the strawberry up to his lips, then made sure she was watching him before he devoured it slowly.

Her mouth fell open as she watched him. Her thighs twitched and she felt a new flood of wetness between her legs. "Oh god Michael."

“Yummy.” He winked and then went to untie her, while the flavors were still working magic on his taste buds. Damn! They had to do this again, together with the whipped cream. And maybe some champagne, though he never really liked that stuff.

Her hands were free and she instantly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and yanked him down onto the bed with her. Maria kissed him passionately and curled her legs around his waist.

Surprised she still had so much strength left, Michael fell down on top of her and grinded his hips into hers. God damn. When he had to break the kiss, he pulled back panting. “Condom.” He untangled himself from her so he could reach over to the nightstand, but he still had trouble reaching the box.

"Michael." She whined when he started to reach for the box, and away from her. "I don't care. I need you." Maria whispered against his ear.

He looked back at her and then finally shrugged. Yeah, it probably didn’t matter anymore by now. He moved back into her embrace and tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. “I need you too baby.” He reached between their bodies to check if she was ready, though if the strawberry told him anything, she really was. “You make me so hard, Maria.” He rubbed his dick against her soft folds.

She sighed happily and flicked her tongue over his lips. "You make me so wet." She told him and lifted her head up to kiss him softly. Maria lifted her hips up towards his, moaning at the sensations of his dick rubbing against her lower lips.

“That’s good, it fits.” He winked and nuzzled her nose, then slowly entered her, watching her intently.

Her eyes slid shut part way and she arched her back. "Ohhh." Maria moaned softly. This was their first time in bed without a condom. Normally they were standing someplace, or there was a risk of getting caught. But now… now she could completely focus on him. And on the feel of him.

He stroked over her cheek and kissed her again, slow but deep. She felt so incredible. He never wanted to pull out of her again, but he had to, to recreate the feeling of slipping in. He groaned while he slowly started to move.

Maria trembled beneath him and dug her nails into his shoulders. "Oh god Michael." It was even more amazing now. She didn't want it to stop, ever.

“Maria… You feel so good.” He buried his face in her neck and smelled her skin, still not moving any faster. He wanted to savor this now. It had taken them so long to get to this point, but he still didn’t want to rush it.

"You… too." Maria whispered. Her legs were curled tightly around his waist and her fingers dug into his back. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and pressed her lips against his skin.

He kissed her throat and stroked over her side. With each of his thrusts he was almost puling out all the way, only to thrust back again to the hilt. But he was still doing it in slow motion. It was slowly driving him crazy, but it was too good to stop.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Not in her entire life. The thrusts were intoxicating. "Oh god… Michael… you're… so… good." She felt like she was spinning out of control and she was loving every second of it.

“You too baby, you too.” Michael nuzzled her throat one last time, before he pulled back to look at her again. “And you’re so… so pretty.” His breathing was hitched by now and he could only give her a small kiss.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she held onto him tighter. She was spinning faster and faster. "Oh Michael." Maria was starting to feel desperate. As amazing as it felt, she could feel her orgasm building up inside of her and she wanted to feel the explosion of feelings.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” He touched his finger to her lips and then outlined them. So perfect. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and he shook his head to get rid of it.

Maria kissed his finger and arched her back. "Baby…" She whispered.

Michael shuddered and had to speed up his thrusts. It was that, or to scream out in frustration. It was just too good, but at the same time, not good enough. He needed his release, even if it meant the end of this round. He knew he could get another anytime he wanted.

She arched her back and threw her head back. "Yessss." She hissed and dug her nails harder into his back. "So… so close Michael."

He nodded. “Y..yeah.” Her nails would leave marks. Good. Just like he’d marked her neck. His thrusts were still long and now he put some extra force behind them, grinning when he felt the bed move with them.

Maria moaned softly and arched her back. "God yes! Michael." Each thrust caused him to stroke over her g-spot, and his pubic bone to press against her clit. "Please Michael."

“What?” He cocked his head and stroked over her bottom lip. “What do you need?”

She arched her back and gripped his back tighter. "Your fingers… on my clit… please baby. Please."

“You… you think I can stop with… with your punishment?” He smirked at her and then took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure why he still had the strength to tease her, since all he wanted to do was to cum. But he could only do so when she did.

Maria didn't realize he was still punishing her. "Michael!" She whined. That wasn't fair. "Please!" She begged and ran her nails down his back. She was so close, and he was denying her.

He looked at her for the longest moment, trying to keep a neutral expression, then his grin broke through. “Okay.” He reached between them to stimulate her clit and kissed her again at the same time.

She screamed his name into his mouth as her inner walls contracted suddenly around his dick as orgasm ran through her. Maria threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Yes! Fuck yes!" She dug her nails even harder into his back and her hips bucked against his drawing him deeper.

“Shit, Maria!” Michael had to break the kiss when his own orgasm set in. He was rubbing her clit even harder now, because he just loved how her walls contracted around him, milking him. “God, baby.” He panted and licked over her lips.

"Oh fuck me Michael." She arched her back. It was so intense. She flicked her tongue out against his lips and continued to move her hips against his. Her orgasm continued, making her whole body tremble.

Michael trembled along with her. The pleasure was so intense, he saw stars exploding behind his eyes. “Maria… so good!” But suddenly all his strength left him and he slumped down on top of her, unable to move. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzled her skin.

She held onto him tightly. Her legs were wrapped around Michael's waist and her fingers still gripped his back. "Oh god baby that was… oh god."

“Yeah…” He yawned and snuggled closer to her. “I know.” He kissed her shoulder and then remained still. “You wore me out.” He smirked against her skin. Maybe he had to punish her like this more often.

"Ditto." She murmured and closed her eyes. "Get some rest baby… not too long till I've gotta work." She loved the feel of him inside of her. Full body, skin on skin. The lack of a condom, as they were laying down, made it so much better. She couldn't wait until they got tested and they could do this every single time.

He grunted his disapproval. Work sucked. And it would suck even more, when he had to leave for it as well. But rest sounded very good right now. A full nap sounded even better. “G’night, Maria.” He kissed her shoulder again.

"G'night baby." She sighed softly. She was so worn out now. Sleep was good. Stifling a yawn she held him tightly as she dozed off to sleep.

Michael just had enough strength left to pull the blankets up around them without really moving much, and without slipping out of her, then he snuggled close again. He closed his eyes and fell asleep as well only seconds later.

********

"So… she's not gonna be there, right?" Maria asked Michael once again as they walked to Michael's apartment. She didn't want to meet the ex. She was worried.

“Right.” Michael passed his hand through his hair. Damn, getting back here brought it all to the surface again. “She’s at an exhibition, probably took her new boyfriend with her too.”

"Okay." She nodded and squeezed his hand. "It'll be okay Michael, we'll just get in and get out and then you'll never have to face her, or any of this again."

“You’re right.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Thanks for coming with me.” It made him feel better about all of this. And he had an actual place to put his stuff too, thanks to her.

"Any time." She smiled at him. "Come on, let's just get this done, I want to see your paintings." She loved the idea that she was dating a painter, an actual artist.

Michael smirked. “Okay.” Then he frowned and scratched his eyebrow. “But don’t expect too much of them.” He didn’t want to disappoint her. He couldn’t handle seeing her disappointed by his paintings.

"Don't say that, I am sure you're brilliant." She had confidence in him, and in his work.

He blushed but rolled his eyes, trying not to show it. “Alright, there should be some in the closet…” After leading her there, he opened the door, relieved that they actually were still there.

She smiled and quickly ducked down so that she could get a better look at them. "Oh wow… Michael… these are amazing." Slowly Maria flipped through them. "Do you think… maybe that I could hang some of these in my apartment? I mean, if you don't object?" She was amazed by his talent.

“Uh, sure.” He was taken aback by her reaction. He could see it in her eyes that she really meant what she was saying, because her eyes were sparkling with excitement. He smiled happily. “So you really like them?” Yes, he knew, but it didn’t hurt to hear it again.

"Yeah!" She smiled up at him. "They're so amazing." She reached out and trailed her fingers lightly along the outline of one of them. "I love them Michael." Maria stood up and threw her arms around him. "Thank you." She whispered. He said that she could hang them in the apartment.

“No, thank you.” He grinned proudly and kissed the tip of her nose. “You can hang as many as you want. But leave some room for the one I am going to paint of you.” He winked and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Maria blushed and smiled at him. "We could hang it in the bedroom. The one of me." Because she really wasn't sure if she wanted people to be able to see the painting Michael did of her.

“That’s a good idea. Since I’m gonna paint you naked and now possibly in a revealing position.” His grin widened and he cupped her ass, bringing their lower bodies closer together. Usually they had sex either in her break or at least right after her shift, today they had neither.

She blushed furiously. Definitely hiding that one in the bedroom. Maria moaned quietly and pressed her hips closer. "Michael." She murmured, her body was craving him. And she was still in her uniform so it would be easy to just do whatever they wanted.

“We should pack up so we can leave.” He rested his forehead against hers and sighed.

"Yeah." Maria kissed him softly. "Okay, let's get this done."

He nodded and quickly stole another kiss, before letting go of her and taking the paintings out of the closet.

She wondered how they were going to get all of his stuff back to her apartment, but they could worry about it later. "Okay, just point me in a direction and I'm happy to help you."

Michael grabbed a duffle bag from a shelf in the closet and handed it to her. “You could pack a few more of my clothes.” He took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom. It was so neat now, unlike his and Isabel’s. Must be Brody’s influence then. He sighed and opened the closet. “Just throw everything that looks like me in it.” Even if it wouldn’t be. He could always use some rags to clean his brushes.

"Okay." She looked through the closet and started pulling out stuff that she hoped was Michael's. So many things that had to belong to Isabel, nice tops that were pristine. Maria sighed inwardly. What kind of girl was she?

Michael turned and went back to the closet in the corridor. Isabel must still be keeping the new guy at a distance. Probably because she read that in some magazine. “How to make guys spend all their money on you.” But she could probably write that one in her sleep.

Maria finished grabbing stuff and tilted her head to the side. There was a small cabinet within the closet and she reached out and pulled it open, wanting to be sure she had everything, but what she saw made her jaw drop. She closed her mouth, then opened it again. "Oh Michael." She sing-songed his name before pulling out the pair of leather shackles.

“Yeah?” Michael walked back into the bedroom carrying a few brushes. He dropped them when he saw what she was holding up. “Those are, uh…” He looked closer and noticed that she had discovered the whole toy cabinet, so there was no use in making something up about the shackles.

"They're uh… what?" She held them up so he could get a better look. "Are you hiding something from me Michael?" He got into the kinky bondage shit with his ex, but he wouldn't even consider doing it with her?

“Would you believe me when I said I have never seen those before?” He cocked his head.

"Uhmm." Maria pretended to think it over and then shook her head. "No." She threw her hands into the air and shook her head. "God Michael. I don't care that you did it. But why is it okay with her, but not me?!"

“I just… I don’t want to hurt you.” Was she mad because of this? Because he wanted to protect her?

"But it was okay to hurt your ex girlfriend? You wouldn't hurt me. I know that. I expressed an interest in it and you're practically treating it like it isn't even an option." Okay, so he had tied her up. But still. How long had they been together? It was okay for them. "Forget it. Nevermind. But I trust you Michael." Maria turned around and shoved them back into the little cabinet.

“I didn’t hurt her.” She shouldn’t think that it was all about pain. “She… she wanted it. And I know she did. Maria, we’d known each other for over two years before we started with it. I just… I didn’t want to rush you into something that would drive you away.” He closed the distance between them and then crouched down next to her.

Just what she thought. "Yeah. Fine…forget it. I won't mention it again." It made sense, it really did. They barely knew each other. But she felt so completely out of whack that finding out that it was something he'd been into grew to be too much suddenly. And now she felt silly for freaking out over it. "Let's just finish getting your stuff and get out of here." Maria stood up and tugged the hem of her dress down which had inched up a little when she was kneeling down.

“You can pack whatever you like from the, uh…” He motioned towards the toys. “Just pack some and we’ll see?”

Maria looked at him and bit her lip. What if it made things weird? She felt like she should just drop the whole thing, because they kept getting into arguments all day. Seemed like ever since they woke up that morning they kept arguing over stupid things. "Michael?" She asked softly and moved closer to him.

“Yeah?” He reached out and trailed his fingertips over her cheek.

Her jaw trembled a little. "We're fighting again aren't we? And it's my fault again." She sighed and buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“No, it’s not!” He wrapped his arms around her as well, rubbing over her back soothingly. “I shouldn’t be so paranoid.”

"But I keep freaking out. I just… I really, really like you Michael, and everything you make me feel is so intense. Like mind-boggling intense. And I can't seem to really focus on anything when I'm around you. And I like that… but not when it makes me freak out over stupid little things." Maria sighed and relaxed in his embrace.

“I just really…” He bit his lip and stopped for a moment before he found the strength to continue. “I don’t want to screw this up.” But maybe by trying too hard, he just would.

"Me neither." She looked up at him and then cupped his face gently between her palms. "If we both really want this to work out… then it will. We'll be fine." She tried to reassure them both before she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him softly.

“We will.” Michael agreed and nodded, pulled her in for a hug. His gaze drifted back to the closet. “So, you’re gonna pack some of it?”

"Only if you really want me to. Otherwise no. Really Michael, it's up to you." She rubbed her fingers along his shoulders before leaning in to softly kiss his throat.

“Let’s look in there together, okay?” There should be some stuff that would be mostly harmless fun. Good for teasing. They wouldn’t have to bring the cane.

"Okay." She smiled a little at him and stepped back a little. She laced their fingers together and moved back to the closet with him.

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Chapter Five

Michael rummaged through it, stopping when he came across a vibrator. He was about to get it out, but then he stopped. “You know, maybe we should just see what you’d like and then buy it all new.”

"Yeah… We could just go to the store one of these days and shop, then we could get anything." Maria rested her head against his shoulder and tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Yeah.” He smiled and dropped the vibrator again. “That’s good.” Maria wouldn’t want to know all the places that toy had already been. In fact it made him want to wash his hands the more and more he remembered himself. He unconsciously wiped one on his jeans.

"Come on, let's just finish getting all your other stuff, then we can do this later." The thought of sex toys he had used on his ex girlfriend sort of turned her stomach as she realized she had been touching things.

“Yep.” He moved away from the dreaded box all too willingly. “I had been packing a few art supplies before you called. So other than clothes I don’t really need much more.”

"Okay… I think I got all of your clothes that were in the closet. So do you want me to help you with your supplies?"

“No, wait, the bathroom!” Michael quickly led her there, frowning when he entered. The other guy’s stuff was all over the place, just where his had been. “Or never mind.”

"Michael?" Maria leaned against the wall in the hallway. "What is something that would really piss her off?" She raised an eyebrow. The bitch deserved a little payback.

“Uh, I dunno…” Michael frowned and scratched his eyebrow. “Why?”

"Because… she's a bitch. She deserves … something." Maria pulled open her jacket, showing off the way too short skirt that was her uniform. "Even if she never finds out…" She lifted her hand and crooked her finger at him. "Come'ere."

He raised his eyebrow and smirked intrigued. And damn, he just loved that uniform. “What exactly do you have on your mind, baby?” He walked over to her, slowly.

"I'm getting kind of cold… I think you should warm me up before we head back outside to walk that oh, so long walk back to my apartment." When he was close enough she hooked her fingers in his belt loops and shifted her legs apart and then pulled Michael to stand between them. "Besides, we argued again… we need to have makeup sex to make it all better."

His smirk grew. “Yeah, that’s the rule. We can’t do anything about it, we have to comply.” He picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. “You know what would make her really mad?”

Maria quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. "What?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. Sex with Michael, while at the same time doing something to piss off the ex? She loved the idea.

“If we did it on top of the kitchen table.” Isabel never let him do it there. She thought it was dirty and inappropriate.

She laughed quietly. "Okay." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "The kitchen table it is."

Michael grinned and kissed her quickly, before he had to break it when he started walking. Didn't want to run into walls with her in his arms. He carried her into the kitchen and then wiped his hand over the table, crashing down what had been on top of it. No porcelain sadly. Isabel hated that, it always had to be moved right away.

Maria laughed and threw her head back. She loved how he carried her so effortlessly. It made her feel special. "Ohhh you're gonna be in trouble." She taunted him.

“Yeah, like I care.” He grinned and placed her down on the table. “Hey, you think we will crash it?”

"Looks pretty sturdy… but so what if we do?" She smirked at him and cupped his face. Maria kissed him hard on the lips before leaning back on the length of the table and slowly opening the buttons of her uniform.

Yeah, he’d just have to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt in the process. He smirked back when she started undressing and opened his pants as well, freeing his aching cock from its confines.

"Ohhh." She moaned when he unzipped his pants. "All for me?" She smirked and stretched her arms out over her head, letting her uniform fall open completely.

“Yep. As much as you can take.” He groaned when she revealed her naked body to him. She never bothered with thongs when she went to work lately. Probably because he’d already ripped three of them. He stepped in between her legs.

Maria wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned softly when she felt his dick against her wet folds. "Oh…" She moaned and gripped the edge of the table with her hands. "Michael… I need you."

“Then I won’t keep you waiting.” He winked and grabbed her hips, then buried himself completely in her with one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" She cried and arched her back. "Oh god baby… yes!" No one had ever made her feel as good as Michael always did. It was always amazing, and erotic, and absolutely intoxicating.

Michael leaned down and kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as he thrust into her hard and fast. This was make-up sex after all, it was supposed to be fast. And as much as he loved getting back at Isabel in this way, he wanted out of the apartment as soon as possible. And heck, it had just been too long without sex too.

Maria kissed him back passionately, her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pushed her hips up to meet his thrust for thrust. "Oh fuck yes!" She cried against his mouth, already so close to the brink. And in that moment, she felt something she'd never quite felt before. An amazing feeling that made her heart swell. Tears blurred her vision for an instant, but suddenly she was cumming, screaming out his name and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh, fuck!” That was unexpected and he came as well, because he had no time to prepare for not cumming. And she was just too tight. He shivered and held her close to him when he stood up straight so he could pull her into a sitting position.

She panted against his shoulder and trembled as she held onto him. "Oh… wow… Michael. That was… wow." She kissed his skin softly and closed her eyes. Maria lifted her head up to look at him and then kissed him softly on the mouth. "That was the best make up sex in the history of make up sex."

He chuckled. “Not too short?” He stroked over her hair, smoothing it back down. As short as it was, it had left its signs on her. It made his smirk widen.

"The intensity made up for that." She smiled lazily up at him. "It was amazing." Maria kissed him softly. "How about we go home… we can do an instant replay when we get there."

“Sounds good to me.” He kissed her again and then took a step back, slipping out of her. He looked around and then grabbed a paper towel from the floor, wiping his dick with it before he tugged it back into his pants. He again didn’t have to dispose of a condom, but still. It would get sticky.

Maria started to button up her uniform before she slid off the edge of the table. She felt the wetness dripping down her thighs and groaned quietly. "We're replaying it in the shower by the way." She glanced over her shoulder and saw the proof of their lovemaking on the table. "Is it better if she does know? Or not?"

His laughter at her previous comment quickly died down. “Uh…” He scratched the back of his head. “I dunno.“ He glanced at the paper towels again and picked up another one. “We’ll leave the mess, but I think I better clean up after all.”

She kissed him softly and nodded. "I'll go grab your bag from the bedroom. Then we can get the hell out of here if you've got everything."

“Yeah.” He nodded and stroked over her hair one last time before he went to wiping the table quickly. When he was done, he disposed of the paper towels and picked up the phone to call a cab.

Maria skittered off to the bedroom and gathered the rest of Michael's belongings before heading back to the living room.

Isabel opened the front door with a sigh. The exhibition had sucked. And it had taken her so long to get Michael to pay the stupid tickets. If she had known it would be so bad, she could have saved a lot of effort and kicked him out a few days earlier already. But what did it matter in the big scheme of things? She shrugged and entered her apartment, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw another girl in the living room. “Who the fuck are you? And what do you think you’re doing?”

Maria jerked her head up and her mouth opened, obviously it was Isabel, she was ready to give her a piece of her mind, that is until she saw her. Unconsciously she wrapped her jacket tighter around herself. There was a blonde bombshell standing in front of her, and Maria felt completely out of place. "I'm… a friend of Michael's." She looked desperately towards the kitchen.

“Michael doesn’t have any lady friends.” She raised her eyebrow and looked her up and down. Was that a uniform she was wearing? “Besides, he doesn’t live here anymore.”

"He's in the kitchen. I was just helping him get his stuff." She was tall, and she was beautiful. And very intimidating. "You're a bitch for what you did to Michael." She whispered.

“What? What did you say?” Isabel took a step closer to her. What dare she come into her home and insult her? And Michael was here as well?

Michael just came back from the kitchen after his phone call. He thought he heard voices but he hadn’t been sure. “Isabel?” He frowned and quickly went to stand next to Maria. “What are you doing here?”

”Me? This is my apartment.” She glared at both of them.

"Let's… let's just go Michael." Maria whispered quietly. Isabel was really very intimidating. And Maria wanted nothing more than to be away from her.

He nodded. “I called a cab so we can take all of my stuff.” He glared back at Isabel. “The exhibition already out?”

”Yes.” She smiled at him sweetly. “I took Brody by the way, since I had two tickets.”

"Don't you get tired?" Maria asked looking up at Isabel.

“Tired of what?” She frowned at the other girl, not really liking the way Michael stood so close to her. A friend, huh?

"Being such a conniving little bitch?" Maria tsked. "I just personally would be completely worn out by the end of the day. But I'm sure you've had plenty of practice."

Isabel gasped. “Michael! Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”

”Like what? Like how you deserve it?” He wrapped his arm around Maria, now more happy than ever that he took her with him. “She’s right, you have nothing to be smug about.”

Maria looked up at Michael and smiled a little at him. Then she looked at Isabel and smirked, suddenly feeling a lot better. "Face it honey, Michael isn't wrapped around your little finger anymore. And I wonder whose fault that is? Oh!" She mock gasped. "Yours." She looked back at Michael. "So, we done here then? This is everything? I really want to get out of here."

“Yeah, we’re done.” He gave Isabel a pointed look and then smirked at her, interlacing his fingers with Maria’s. “I’m ready to go home now, baby.” He kissed her cheek.

Isabel just stared at them. How dare he! How dare he find somebody else so quickly? And somebody who looked that good too. Okay, she was a nothing compared to herself, but compared to Brody… But Brody was rich and this uniform girl obviously wasn’t. “Fine, take your stuff. Saves me the money for the gas to burn it.”

She helped Michael gather his things before heading for the door. "Oh… by the way. We left you a present in the kitchen. Something for you to remember what you gave up." Maria walked outside the apartment and smiled a little. That made her feel a lot better.

“What?” Isabel furrowed her eyebrows and quickly walked into her kitchen, gasping loudly when she saw the mess. “Oh no! Oh no, you didn’t! Not in my kitchen! Michael!” She ran back out but only saw him closing the front door behind them. Dammit! Now she would have to burn the table.

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Maria sighed softly once they had loaded everything into the cab and climbed inside. "Aside from the fact that she is a total bitch… she's really beautiful. She has this amazing Amazon goddess quality to her." She rested her head against the glass and watched the scenery fly by.

Michael frowned. “Amazon goddess?” Sure, she was pretty, but not that pretty.

"Yeah…she's… one of the girls you see on the cover of a magazine. If it wasn't for her personality flaw, she'd be perfect." Maria sighed softly.

“Maybe that just is her problem.” Michael shrugged and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Besides, I like small blonde girls now.”

Maria looked up at him and smiled a little at him. "Well, that is nice to know." She leaned into his side and rested her head against his shoulder. Her smile grew bigger. "She freaked over the table…" Just her frantic shrieking had made the whole thing worth it.

“She sure did.” Michael chuckled and kissed her temple. “So it has been fun in many ways.”

"Yeah. It was enjoyable." Maria rested her hand on his stomach and rubbed gently. "Will you paint something for me when we get there?" She asked him softly.

“Tonight?” He had been looking forward to snuggling up with her in bed, or maybe in front of the TV with some food, but she wanted him to work?

He didn't sound thrilled about the idea. "No, just… sometime."

“Sure.” He frowned at her. “I told you I was gonna paint for you, baby.”

"You said you were gonna paint me. You didn't say you'd paint for me." She looked up at him, and then back out the window.

Michael cocked his head. Yeah, maybe he didn’t. “Okay, you’re right. A painting of you is probably something I’m doing just for me. Especially if I let you pose.” He smirked and nudged her a little.

She smiled at him and kissed him softly as the cab came to a stop in front of her apartment building. "Come on, let's head up… you hungry?" She asked and climbed out of the cab.

“Always.” He shrugged apologetically and opened the trunk to get some of his stuff out.

"It's okay. I'll make you something." Maria nodded and helped him father his stuff from the trunk before heading for the door to the building.

“We could order in too.” He was walking next to her and managed to pull open the door without dropping anything.

"That works too." She nodded and walked inside. Maria headed to the elevator and pressed the button with her hip.

“That way we’d have more time to satisfy my other hungers.” Just this little move with her hip… Damn. She was just so sexy.

She laughed softly and smiled. "Good idea." The elevator 'dinged' and Maria walked inside. She glanced over at Michael and leaned up against the wall to wait for him.

After Michael was inside, he pressed the button to their floor and then stayed against the opposite wall, watching her. “Are you hungry too?”

"Yeah, I could eat." She nodded.

“Not hungry for something else?” He faked a pout.

She laughed softly and nodded. "Oh… definitely I am."

“Good.” Michael smirked again and regretted having his hands full so he couldn’t go and touch her. “’Cause I can never get enough of you.”

"Ditto. You… make me insatiable." She smirked at him and raised an eyebrow.

He grinned and was about to comment again, when the elevator pinged and the door opened. “Alright, let’s hurry.” He got out first and quickly made his way over to her apartment.

She laughed and hurried after him to her apartment. She used the wall to support what she had in her hands and fished her keys out of her pocket before opening the door.

Michael went inside and placed his paintings against the wall in the living room. He would have to find a spot for them soon. “Thanks again for letting me and my stuff stay.” He gave her a crooked smile.

"Anytime." She smiled and set his stuff down. "Now… we order food, and then while we wait we will take care of our other… cravings."

“You know, I think we should already start before and while we order the food.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and then took her in his arms, bent her backwards and kissed her thoroughly.

"Oh you think so?" She raised an eyebrow. "And just where do you think we should start this?"

“How about on the couch?” He let her stand up straight again but kept his arms around her waist. “It’s close to the phone and the menus.”

"Good plan." Maria kissed him softly. "So…" She flicked her tongue out over his lips. "What are you hungry for? How do you want me?"

“On top of me.” He smiled and let go of her only to grab her hand and drag her over to the couch. “And maybe a Pizza?”

She pushed him back on the couch and crawled on top of him. "Okay." Maria leaned down and kissed him softly while she reached over him and grabbed the phone and fumbled for the menus.

Michael used the opportunity to undo the top buttons of her uniform. He smirked when her perfect round orbs came into his view and caught a nipple between his teeth.

Maria gasped and let out a quiet moan. "Oh god Michael." She hadn't been expecting that. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she rocked her body slightly.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and toyed at it with his tongue. By now he knew just how much she loved this, how sensitive she was. He smirked and rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Her head fell back and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Michael." She whispered softly. He knew how to touch her, and she loved it. Every time he touched her she was suddenly a live wire and just wanted more.

He pulled back a little to look up at her. “So? Why aren’t you calling the Pizza place?”

She laughed and kissed him firmly on the mouth. "I was a little distracted."

“Distracted? Why’s that?” He smirked and continued to roll her hardened nubs between his fingers.

Maria sighed and shuddered. "Oh… I don't know. I can't seem to remember…" She leaned down and kissed him softly and slowly.

He chuckled against her lips. “But you’re better calling now, because as long as I am hungry, you’ll be hungry too.”

"Michael." She whined. How could she possibly concentrate when he was making her body feel so good? Forcing herself to lift her head she stared at the phone for a long moment before pressing the buttons and dialing the pizza place. She pressed the phone to her ear and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the ringing and not Michael's hands.

“I want mine extra spicy.” He wiggled his eyebrows before he took one of her nipples into his mouth again, gently scraping his teeth over it.

Maria whimpered and arched her back just as a guy answered the phone. "Hi… I'd like to order a pizza…" Her breathing was becoming more and more labored and she could hardly take it. "Thanks." She whispered after placing her order. She dropped the phone to the floor and growled. "That… wasn't nice." She tried to glare at Michael.

“You didn’t like it?” He stopped and gave her another one of his fake pouts, his eyes sparkling with mischief and probably giving him away.

She growled again and then couldn't help but smile. "Oh… trust me. I liked it… but moaning while calling in a pizza order… I don't think he would believe I just really like pizza."

Michael laughed. “Yeah, but so what? For all I care the whole world can know what we’re doing, because it isn’t anything wrong.”

"Well I don't care if people know what we do… I just don't want to be talking to them while we're doing it." She laughed and nuzzled his throat.

“I’ll tell you what. Next time I call and you can make me moan.” He winked and stroked over her hair.

"Ohhh I like that idea." She smiled and licked his skin.

“Me too.” He moaned softly. “And maybe you could start practicing for it now?” Although she surely wouldn’t need any.

"Gladly." Maria slid her fingers under his shirt and pushed it up his chest so she could pepper kisses all over his strong chest. She moved down and kissed around his belly button before kissing right above the hem of his pants.

“Hmm, baby.” Michael watched her through hooded eyes and buried a hand in her hair.

Slowly she unbuttoned his pants and kissed the newly revealed skin, then dragged the zipper down and flicked her tongue out against his skin. No boxers of course. She smiled and kissed his skin again. "Lift your hips up baby?" Maria asked and hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his pants.

He nodded and lifted his hips so she could take off his pants. It was a huge relief. “I wonder why men can’t wear skirts. I mean, we have more that gets cut off by the stupid pants than you women do.”

Maria laughed softly and pulled his pants down. "Well, you could wear a kilt…" She threw his pants to the floor and then crawled back up the couch to settle between his legs. She leaned close and blew her warm breath against his erection while she lightly danced her fingers up his thighs.

“Yeah, but that would look pretty…” He moaned when she suddenly blew air against his erection. “Oh shit… pretty… pretty stupid.” He gulped and shifted on the couch. Dammit.

She glanced up at him and repeated the action before pressing a soft kiss against the head. "Hmm… I don't think so. I think you'd look pretty damn sexy in one."

“But I’m not Scottish… I guess.” He frowned. What would he know, he didn’t have parents to ask. But that didn’t matter right now. “Maria…”

"You don't have to be Scottish to wear one…" She smiled and gently wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to stroke him with her tongue.

“I’ll wear whatever you want me to.” Right now he’d even put one of her dresses if she’d ask him to.

"Oh kinky." She giggled and slowly wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and began pumping him slowly. "For now… I'll stick with I want you wearing nothing."

“That works fine by me.” He smirked and stroked some hair out of her face.

Maria leaned into his hand for a moment before she focused on his hardness in her hand and her mouth. She started to bob her head slowly, stroking him with her tongue while sucking, and occasionally gently scraping her teeth along his erection.

“Mmmmh, Maria.” He moaned again and closed his eyes for a moment to completely forget all about his missing parents and clothes, and Isabel and anything else. And Maria was making it very easy on him. When he looked down at her again, his mind was blissfully empty except for fantasies of her.

She was absorbed in his pleasure. She knew that he was enjoying it, she loved the sounds he made, the movements… everything. She wanted to make him happy. She bobbed her head quickly and started to suck harder on his dick.

“Oh… oh shit…” He buried his hand deep in her hair and was clawing at the couch with his other. She was just too good at this. And everything else. She was just too good, period. “Maria…” He thrust his hips as careful as he could.

Maria slid her other hand up and rested it on top of Michael's hand that was griping the couch. She rubbed her tongue against the vein along the base of his cock and closed her eyes, as she quickened the movements of her other hand.

“God, baby… you’ve gotta stop.” She’s have him cumming in no time now, but then he couldn’t fuck her before their food arrived. He sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to get a grip.

She pulled her mouth off of him and pouted. "But I don't wanna."

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” Michael cocked his head and pouted as well.

"Well of course I do… but I was having fun." Slowly Maria crawled up the length of his body and kissed him tenderly. "I love the taste of you." She whispered.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I love tasting you too, but we don’t have much time right now. We’re getting food, remember?” He moved his hands lower and spread her legs, making her straddle him.

"Yeah… I know… but still." She kissed him softly and rocked her hips faintly, letting her wet heat rub over his hard cock. She couldn't help but moan softly.

“Later.” He kissed her again and groaned when she rubbed against him. “Condom?” Did it really still matter now? But he should ask, at least. Besides, this was her couch.

"Later." She rubbed against him again and then slid her hand between them. Maria wrapped her fingers around his dick and ever so slowly slipped down around him.

“Hmmm, Maria.” Michael gulped and nuzzled her face. “You’re teasing again.”

"But you like it." She whispered and started to rock her hips. She wanted to cum before the pizza guy got there, and at the speed they were going at right now, they wouldn't.

“I do.” He trailed his hand up her back and regretted hot having fully undressed her before. He reached between them and further unbuttoned her uniform.

Maria sat up and rested her hands on his chest and started to rock against him, slowly at first, and then speeding up little by little with each thrust. "You're so incredible." She whispered.

“Ditto.” He nodded and pushed the uniform over her shoulders, smirking when it was falling to the floor. “Gorgeous.” He pulled her tight against his chest and held her close, enjoying the way her nipples were rubbing against his chest with each of her strokes.

She pressed her chest against his and moved her hips, completely absorbed in Michael's body. It all felt so amazing. Nothing else existed when she was with him, when he was inside her, and touching her. "Oh Michael." She whispered. She didn't know what she would do without this.

“Maria…” He tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her lips to his, kissing her deeply. He didn’t want this to end, but some part in his brain was telling him to hurry up, because there was something. He forgot what, but someone was coming, and it wasn’t just the two of them. He frowned a little and then shrugged. He’d see.

Maria kissed him passionately, her tongue rubbed against his and her hips started to move faster, "Oh… oh god." She panted against his mouth. "Michael… fuck please." She was so close, she could feel it coming … she wanted it so bad.

He slipped his free hand between their bodies to rub her clit and help her along. He knew how much she craved it by now. She didn’t always need it, but somehow she did when she was on top. He didn’t mind though, he loved how it made her buck and slam down on him extra hard. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

She threw her head back and moaned. "Oh god!" She cried. Orgasm shot threw her and she slammed her hips against his over and over as her inner walls clenched tight around his dick. "Fuck baby."

“Shit, Maria!” He followed her soon after, once again loosing his seed deep down inside of her. But he didn’t have time to worry, he was too busy shuddering, kissing her neck and stimulating her clit.

Maria trembled against him and held onto him as tightly as she could. "Oh god Michael." She murmured. His fingers were still on her clit, making her hips rock, and jerk against his.

“Hmm, Maria… You taste so good.” He licked over her neck, loving the way she still moved against him. It prolonged his pleasure as well and he was already starting to get hard again too. But there still was something else, wasn’t there?

"Mmmm." She moaned softly and pressed closer to him. "Baby…" Maria sighed happily. "I love this." She whispered quietly.

“Yeah. Me too.” He smiled and kissed the side of her mouth. “I really, really love this.” It evoked all those warm and fuzzy feelings in him. Those that he hadn’t had since at least two years now. Sure, he had still loved Isabel, till she threw him out, but it was never… warm and fuzzy anymore. Maybe he just thought he loved her, because he always had before.

Maria kissed him softly and rested her head against his forehead. "I…" She lifted her head up when she heard a knock on the door and sighed. "Oh… the pizza." She lifted herself off of him and moaned quietly. Damn, she really didn't want to move. She pulled her uniform closed again and scrambled to find her purse and her wallet. She grabbed the money and then opened the door and quickly paid the pizza guy and took the pizza. "Thanks." She whispered and then closed the door and leaned up against it with a quiet sigh.

Michael groaned when she moved off of him. Suddenly the warmth was gone, but the fuzzy remained. He leaned back against the couch and stared at the ceiling. Right, the pizza guy. That was the one who was coming as well. But he surely wouldn’t have had as much fun with it as he and Maria just had. He smirked and waited till he heard the front door close again, then he quickly went into the bedroom to get some boxers.

She followed him with her eyes before sat down on the couch and put the pizza on the table. Maria smoothed her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face and sighing happily. Her body was tingly happy.

He came back out shortly later and patted her head when he rounded the couch, before he sat down next to her. “Smells good.”

"Yeah." She opened the box and glanced at him. "Looks pretty good too." She grabbed a napkin and then a slice of pizza and started eating.

“Yeah. You did a great job in ordering it.” He winked and nudged her, then grabbed a slice as well, not bothering with a napkin though. He took a bite and hissed. “Hot.”

"Yeah… and ordering it was a hard thing to do thanks to you." She stuck her tongue out at him and then smirked a little. "Serves you right."

He chuckled. But damn, since when were Pizzas you ordered this hot? But he kept forgetting where she was living. There was a pizza place just around the corner, she most likely called those. “I think later you have to help me get it better though.”

She smirked and nodded. "Sure." Maria scooted closer to him and leaned into his side a little while she ate.

“I think it would help if I could dip it into something cooling later.” He smirked and dared to try his slice again. It was better now, good. He was starving.

Maria shuddered and nodded. "Okay… that sounds good to me." She smiled a little and worked on eating her piece of pizza.

Michael glanced at her and smiled. She was so damn cute, he still couldn’t believe his luck in finding her. Or actually she had found him, sitting on that park bench that dreadful day. Christmas Eve. But thanks to her he had happy memories to connect with it now.

She grabbed another piece of pizza and continued eating. She felt better after eating, and she just wanted to curl up with Michael and sleep now.

They continued to eat in silence till it was only him who was still eating. He shook his head, but by now he was used to her not eating that much. “You want dessert? We still have strawberries left.”

Maria snuggled up against his side and smiled a little. "Hmm sure." She murmured and wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn't want to move though. She just wanted to lay with him. And maybe sleep, maybe not.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Want me to go get them for you?”

"No." She murmured. "I kind of just wanted to lay here with you and not move at all." She loved how he held her. "I don't want you to go." Maria snuggled up closer to him and closed her eyes.

He kissed her forehead again. “I could carry you into the bedroom though.” Poor baby. She was tired. Now he felt bad. She had worked all evening and then helped him get his paintings and clothes, and he hadn’t done anything much besides watching her and exhausting her even more.

She shook her head a little. "No, it's okay." She was content to just be on the couch with him. But he was probably tired, hadn't he said he was earlier? Maria sat up a little and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'll walk… If you're not tired you can just watch TV… its okay."

“No, it won’t.” He shook his head. “It would be lonely here without you.” And cold. He stood up and then quickly bent down to pick her up in his arms before she could even try to get up.

Maria sighed happily and relaxed against his chest. "You didn't have to carry me… but I like it when you do." Something about him having the strength to pick her up and carry her around the apartment… it made her feel really special.

“It’s the least I can do.” He held her a little closer and made his way into the bedroom, then laid her down on the bed carefully. “Want me to run you a bath?” He passed his hand through his hair.

She looked up at him and smiled a little. He was so good at taking care of her. "Only if you'll join me."

“Sure.” He smiled and glanced at the clock. Damn, it was late. “Are you working tomorrow?”

Maria shook her head. "Nope, you've got me all to yourself tomorrow… unless you've got to get back to school and work and stuff." She looked up at him and then reached out to touch his hand.

“No, I still have a week.” He smiled and interlaced their fingers. “Unless you want me to store some of my paintings and equipment there?”

"No." She told him and tugged on his hand. "You can keep them here. I like them here." She smiled.

“Okay.” He smiled back. “Then we can stay in bed all day tomorrow.” And they could take a bath now, if she wouldn’t have to get up early. It should help relax her muscles.

"Good." Maria sat up and kissed him softly. "That sounds really good to me. I'll make you breakfast in bed though, if you tell me what you want."

Michael smiled. “Let’s see who of us wakes up first.” He kissed her again, then let go of her hand. “Okay, I’ll go run your bath.” He quickly turned and left for the bathroom before it would get even later still.

She couldn't help but smile as he left, and sunk back against the pillows and sighed happily. He made her feel good. So happy. Maria was starting to realize that she was depending on him, a lot. A lot more than she had depended on anyone else in a very long time.

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Chapter Six

He started the bath and added vanilla oil he found in the cabinet. They hadn’t taken a bath together yet, so he had no idea which scents she preferred. But he wanted to learn it. He wanted to know everything about her, so he could make her life better. Because she deserved it. She had made his life better already.

Maria's eyes slipped shut for a moment and she just sighed content. In the back of her mind she knew that she needed to call Kyle, to have him come up and fix her car, but at the same time she didn't want to, because that would mean he'd meet Michael, and she wasn't ready for that.

When he was sure the water was running at the right temperature, Michael went back to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorframe though and just watched her for a moment. She wasn’t only cute, she was so damn beautiful too. Maybe tomorrow he’d have time to at least sketch her to determine how his first painting would look like. He was sure to do way more though. She just wouldn’t go out of his head, so it was only natural.

She felt like he was watching her. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw him watching her. "Hey." She smiled at him. "How long have you been standing there?" Was he just standing there watching her? She had done the same to him days earlier… but it was different when someone else was doing it to you.

“Not long.” He smirked. “So we have time for you to just close your eyes again and let me watch you some more.”

Maria laughed softly and sat up. "No." She smiled at him and got up to walk over to him. "The water ready?" She asked snaking her arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah.” He nodded. It would be by now. “I’d have carried you again though.” He pouted. He really wanted to just take care of her tonight.

"You still can if you want." Maria laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“You’ve gotta help me now though.” He smiled and picked her up so she was with her front against his and waited for her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She curled her legs around his waist and kissed him softly. "Okay." Maria tightened her arms around his shoulders and sighed happily.

He held her close and then carried her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the edge of the tub there and turning off the water. “Now we need to get you undressed.” He smiled and started unbuttoning her uniform once again.

Maria smiled and watched him unbuttoning her dress. "I love it when you do this." She murmured.

Michael chuckled. “Oh yeah? Undressing you is one of my favorite things to do as well.”

"I love how you touch me like this… when you're undressing me… it's… so nice." Maria reached out and touched his cheek and inhaled deeply, smelling the vanilla. "Oh, it smells nice." She murmured. "What would I do without you?"

He smiled. “You seemed to be better than I was before I met you.”

"But I'm better now that you're with me." She rubbed her hand along his jaw and kissed him softly. "So much better. Now I have someone to keep me warm when I get cold."

“That’s what I’m here for.” He nuzzled her cheek and finished unbuttoning her uniform. “I hope you like the vanilla. I wasn’t sure what to use.” He stood up and held his hands out for her, so she could get out of her uniform.

"It's my favorite." Maria took his hands and stood up, she shrugged her shoulders and let the uniform fall off her shoulders and pool around her feet on the floor.

“Yeah.” Michael nodded and watched her up and down. “That’s my favorite too.” He would never get tired of watching her. She was just perfectly shaped.

She smiled at him and tilted her head to the side. "Well then…" She slid her hands down his arms, and his chest and hooked her fingers in his boxers. "We should get in before it gets cold."

“Yeah.” He used the opportunity of her being so close for another kiss and then helped her take off his boxers. “After you.”

Maria kissed him again quickly and then nodded and stepped into the tub. She slid down into the water and looked up at him. "Front or back?" She asked.

“Back.” Of course. What kind of a question was that? She was exhausted, so he surely wouldn’t be the one to lean against her.

She nodded and scooted forward a little to let him climb into the tub with her. Their first bath together, Maria couldn't help but smile a little.

Michael got into the tub carefully and then settled behind her, with his legs half on top of hers. As soon as he was sitting, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest. This was nice. He closed his eyes and inhaled the smell. And he could see why this was her favorite.

Maria happily settled against his chest and closed her eyes. "I like this." She whispered.

“Yeah, me too.” He kissed the top of her head and stroked over her arms. “Just relax, baby.”

She sighed softly and relaxed completely against his chest. It felt so nice. "You take such good care of me baby."

“Because you deserve it.” He kissed her shoulder and then started to massage her, starting with her neck.

Maria smiled a little. "Thank you." She told him and rested her hands on his thighs. He made her happy, and he made her whole body tingle. And not just in a lustful way. In a purely happy way.

He kissed her shoulder again and kept on rubbing her sore muscles. “You’re so tense.” Had Isabel made it worse? Maybe he shouldn’t have taken her. But it had been lots of fun to see Isabel’s face after Maria talked to her, and the little episode in the kitchen had been nice too. He smirked.

"It was a long day." She tipped her head to the side and looked up at him. "But now it's perfect." This was happiness. All of it. Just being with him. She had wanted to talk to him, about their relationship, and how it would progress.

“Keep your head still.” He scolded her but smiled. It was perfect. Or at least it came close.

"But I like looking at you." She pouted and stuck her tongue out at him before straightening her head again.

“But it won’t do your neck any good.” He smirked and massaged her harder. “Brat.” He muttered it under his breath. But he loved this about her. She was just fun.

Maria giggled quietly and smiled. She relaxed into him again and then let out a soft moan. "Ohh your fingers feel good." She could practically feel the tension melting away from her.

“Glad to be of service.” He slid his hands lower, trying to work most of the kinks out of her back.

"You're great at servicing me." She smirked a little.

“I can ditto that.” He chuckled and pushed her hair out of the way. He was almost done with her back. Hopefully he really could do some good.

Maria smiled and lightly traced patterns on Michael's thighs under the water. "I do my best."

“You do.” He kissed her shoulder and then wrapped his arms around her stomach again, pulling her back into his chest. “I love the way your body feels against mine.”

"Ditto." She sighed softly. "I think I could fall asleep right now." Maria moved her hands up to rest on top of his and smiled to herself.

“If you want to, I’ll keep you from drowning.” He wouldn’t mind having her move against him a little more, but he could wait.

Maria laughed softly. "But I'm enjoying this, a lot. Just laying here with you relaxing… we should do this every night. Relax, and talk… 'Cause since you're going back to school soon we'll have more daily stuff to talk about. I think we should do that."

“Yeah, sounds good.” He nodded. “When we don’t fall asleep right after we have sex that is.” He smirked and interlaced his fingers with hers.

She smiled and sighed softly. "Yeah. We should work on that too." She laughed quietly.

“We can do that anytime you want, baby.” He kissed her neck. Her slick body was feeling so good against his, but still he didn’t want to just go and fuck her right now. This all was just too… nice. He didn’t want to disturb it.

Maria felt so relaxed, more so than she had been in a long, long time. "We should go to bed." She murmured.

“Mhmm.” He squeezed her hands and nuzzled her neck, pushing some hair out of the way with his nose. “In a few minutes.” He was suddenly too comfortable to get up. He sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes.

"Okay." She whispered. Maria held onto his hands and she was content. Completely content to stay like this for the rest of her life.

“Do you need to wash your hair?” He blinked shortly.

Maria contemplated it for a moment. "No… that's okay… bed with wet hair sucks."

“Yeah…” Now he felt bad for pushing it around so much, so her tips were all wet after all. “Sorry.”

"It's okay." She told him, she could feel that her hair was a little damp. "There's a difference between damp and soaked." Maria tipped her head back and looked up at him. "Thank you though."

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He shrugged a little and sat up straighter. It was time to get ready, although he didn’t want to. But if he’d get any more used to it, he really wouldn’t be getting up unless the water would turn ice cold.

"Time to get up isn't it?"

“Sadly.” Michael kissed the top of her head. “But we can continue this in the bed. Under the sheets it will only get warmer as opposed to the water here.” He made a face. Someone would make a lot of money, if they invented a cheap heater for bathing water. But then you would still get wrinkly skin…

She laughed softly and nodded. "Oh good idea." Maria sighed softly and climbed out of the bathtub and quickly grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself and held one out for Michael.

He stood up as well and took the towel from her gratefully. “Thanks, baby.” He wrapped it around his waist and then got out of the tub and pulled the plug to let the water drain. He stared at it for a while. “We have to do this more often.”

"Yeah, we do." Maria moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his shoulder. "A lot." She kissed his chest and then looked up at him. "We should go to bed."

“Yeah.” He smiled down at her. They didn’t need to have sex or food to spend their time, they could be just comfortable lying in the bathtub together. He couldn’t remember when he had last done that with Isabel. They had always been to busy, each on their own. He should really stop comparing though. “Let’s go.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then took her hand in his.

She squeezed his hand and walked with him into the bedroom. She quickly dried off and crawled into bed and pulled the blankets down to let him crawl inside with her.

He had dried off in time with her and now happily joined her on the mattress, pulling the blankets up around them. He rolled onto his side and took her in his arms. “Mmmhm.” He sighed again, though it was a content sigh this time.

Maria snuggled up closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. "This is nice." She whispered. No sex, just holding each other, she liked that they could do that. Though she wouldn't object to sex, just being able to lay with him was nice.

“It is.” He kissed her softly. “You feeling better now?”

"Much." She murmured and tipped her head up and looked at him.

“Good.” He smiled and gave her a soft kiss. “So now sleep?”

"I think sleep is a really good idea." Maria nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded as well. He could wait. They’d have sex first thing when they woke up, no doubt about it. So he could suck it up now. “Goodnight, baby.” He kissed her again.

"Goodnight." She murmured and snuggled up closer to him. Within minutes she was sound asleep.

Michael smiled and watched her for a while. It really pained him that she was so sore and exhausted from work. Not because he didn’t get sex yet again, but because she shouldn’t have to work. She was so small and delicate. If only he’d make enough money so she could stay at home. Would she leave him for a guy like Brody too? For just those reasons? His heart ached just thinking about it. He couldn’t go through this again. He just couldn’t.

He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. But he only succeeded in falling asleep and taking it over to his dreams which soon turned into nightmares of Maria leaving him and then meeting up with Isabel and laughing about him. “No, no, Maria! Don’t do this. Don’t go!” He tossed around in bed.

Maria jerked awake hearing Michael yelling. She sat up quickly and frantically looked around confused. Then she saw Michael, tossing and turning. "Michael! Michael baby wake up." She tried to still his arms and wake him up.

He woke up with a start and stared at her. “Maria!” He quickly pulled her in a tight embrace, happy it had all just been a bad dream.

"Hey, hey I'm here, it's okay, what's wrong?" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him tightly. "I'm here baby. I'm here." She slid her fingers into his hair and tried to calm him down.

Yeah, if only she’d stay. He bit back a sob and held her even tighter. Damn. It had just been a dream. A nightmare. She wouldn’t leave and he should just forget about it.

"Hey." She whispered and cupped his face and forced him to look at her. "What's wrong?"

He frowned a little but held her gaze. Should he tell her? But what good would that do? She’d laugh at him for freaking out over it. “Nothing.” He looked down. “Sorry.”

"It's not nothing." She saw him. He was freaked out. "What was I doing?" She asked. He dreamed that she was hurting him somehow, hadn't he?

“You? Why do you think you did something?” Had he been talking too? Aw, fuck.

"You were talking in your sleep." Tears blurred her vision. "What did I do?"

“Nothing! You did… what did I say?” Michael cocked his head.

She shook her head. "No. Not until you tell me what I did to you…" She replayed what he said, over and over again. Don't go. Her jaw trembled and she threw her arms around his shoulders and held onto him as tightly as she could. "Michael. I don't want to leave you. I never want to leave you!"

“Yeah, I… I know.” He swallowed hard. “It was just a stupid nightmare.”

"I did didn't I? I was leaving you." She touched his cheek and shook her head. She felt guilty for it. But at the same time angry that even somewhere in his mind he thought she would leave him.

He hesitated, but then sighed. “Yeah…”

When he admitted to it she felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach and started to cry. "You think I'm going to leave you."

“No! It was just a nightmare, Maria. It doesn’t mean anything.” He sat up so he could hold her better. Why was she crying now? It had been his nightmare. And the pictures were still so vivid in his mind. He had the real reason to cry.

"Yes it does. It means somewhere in your head you think that I'll leave. Somewhere in there because nightmares are what is in your head!"

“It’s what you’re afraid of, not what you rationally think will happen.” He shook his head. But what was the point? It had just been a bad dream. “I’m really sorry that it upset you so much.”

"I just…" She sighed. "I don't want you to think that I…" She sniffled. "That I'd leave you. Because I don't want to leave you Michael. You make me happy. So happy." Maria buried her face in his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Yes. Now.” He stroked over her hair. “But what if you find someone better? Someone with more money than I have. Someone with a real job.” He couldn’t even really blame her then.

"I love what you are doing for a living, I support that completely. I don't care about money. And there will be no one better because no one will make me happy like you do." She sat back a little and looked up at him. "Michael… you make me happy. And I don't just mean now."

He shrugged. But then why did they quarrel about the stupidest things? Like sex and now a dream. And she only just knew him since Christmas. How could she be so sure? “Just… just if one day I won’t anymore… can you promise me to not throw me out on a holiday?”

Maria sobbed softly and threw her arms around Michael's shoulders again and buried her face in his chest. "I won't." She whispered.

“Thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and stroked all over her back. “Thank you, Maria.” He kissed her hair again. He just couldn’t loose her.

She just held onto him tightly. She had her eyes closed, trying to calm her crying down. She wanted to believe that they would be okay for a very, very long time.

Michael rocked her softly, hopefully calming her down a bit. But he felt like crying as well. He didn’t though. Not since a long, long time. “Shhh, it’s okay now, baby. It’s okay.” He stroked over her hair.

Maria smoothed her hands along his shoulders and rubbed lightly before pulling back a little to look at him. "Sorry for freaking out… I just…" She shook her head and decided to drop it now. "We should go back to sleep."

“We should try.” He didn’t feel like it though. What if he had another nightmare?

She laid back on the bed and snuggled into her pillows and then held her arms out to him. "Come here."

He gave her a small smile and then laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her again. “You’re warm.”

Maria wrapped her arms around him and kissed the top of his head. "Ditto." She slid her hand down and pulled the blankets up around them, before curling her arms around him again.

His smile grew and he entangled their legs. Now maybe he wouldn’t roll over in his sleep. And maybe if he stayed so close, he wouldn’t dream of her leaving again. He kissed her lips. “Sorry for waking you up.”

She kissed him lightly and shook her head. "It's okay." Maria told him and gently stroked her fingers over his cheek. "Just try not to do it again?" She asked softly.

“I will.” He smirked. “Just kick me if I start mumbling.”

Maria nudged him with leg and smiled. "Okay. I can do that."

“Good.” He kissed her again. “Sweet dreams.”

"Have good dreams baby." Maria kissed his forehead. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him.

‘Hopefully,’ he silently added. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. As soon as he let his body relax, he noticed just how exhausted he was. He moved deep into her embrace and quickly drifted back of to sleep.

She laid awake for a long time, just holding onto Michael. Her fingers were in his hair, smoothing gently. All seemed alright so she closed her eyes again and let herself drift off to sleep.

Michael woke up again a few hours later, smiling when he could still feel Maria close to him. This time he didn’t dream and apparently he didn’t move either. He sighed and decided to just stay like this for a while longer.

Slowly Maria opened her eyes and smiled a little when she saw Michael. Still there, still holding onto her. She was content to just stay in bed with him forever.

He felt her stirring and opened his eyes. “Hey.” He reached up to brush some hair out of her eyes. “Good morning.”

"Good morning." Maria turned her head a little and kissed his fingers before letting her eyes slip shut again. "Did you sleep okay?" She asked softly, hoping he hadn't had anymore nightmares.

“Yeah.” He nodded and kissed her eyelids. “Yeah, now I did.” They shouldn’t start with last night again though. It was best to just forget about it.

"Good." She curled her arms around his shoulders and let her fingers dance across his back. She pressed her lips against the side of his face.

“You too?” He brushed some more of her hair out of the way. She was still so warm.

"Yeah." Maria murmured. "Very warm." She smiled and nuzzled his throat.

“I can feel that.” He smirked and stroked up and down her back.

Maria smiled and kissed his collarbone. "Yeah? I can feel something too…" She murmured feeling his erection pressing into her thigh.

“Yeah? And do you like what you feel?” He moaned softly, loving the feel of her lips against his skin.

"I do." She nodded, and then parted her lips and started to suck softly on his skin. "But I'd like the feel of it more … someplace else."

“Mmmm, I would like that too.” He moved against her and massaged her butt softly.

She pressed a little closer to him and sucked a little harder on his throat. "Then… we should do something about that."

“Mhm.” He smiled and moved a hand up to tangle in her hair. “Want to try something new?”

"Always." Maria kissed a trail up his throat and found his mouth and kissed him deeply.

He responded to the kiss hungrily and only broke it to gasp in some much needed air. “You… you’d have to turn around for it though.”

She nodded and kissed him again quickly before pulling back a little. "Okay." Maria twisted her body and rolled over.

“Yeah, just like that.” He pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her neck, before scooting closer to her again and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just like that.”

Maria let her eyes slip shut and moaned in anticipation. She could feel his body pressed against hers, every inch of him. "I like this already." She murmured.

“Good.” He smirked and let his hands wander up to cup her breasts. “Because this way I can easily touch you.” He squeezed her breasts and then dropped a hand again to touch her between her legs. “In all the important places.”

She moaned softly and arched her back. "Oh Michael." Her hips rocked slightly against his hand.

Michael continued to stroke her softly and he sucked and nibbled on her neck. “You taste sweet.”

"You are sweet." Maria murmured. Her body was quickly responding to each of his touches and she was in heaven.

“Sweet? You want me to be sweet right now?” He raised his eyebrow and scraped his teeth over her skin, pinching her nipple hard at the same time.

She gasped and arched her back. "Oh… no… oh god. Do that again." She felt a new flood of wetness between her legs at the action and it sent pleasurable tingles all through her body.

Michael smirked and pinched her nipple again, this time doing the same to her clit. It wasn’t a hard pinch though. He didn’t want any real pain for her.

Maria shuddered and pushed her hips back against his. She moaned and rested one of her hands on top of his hand on her breast.

He groaned when she brushed hard against his cock. “Damn, Maria.” He sucked hard on her neck and rubbed her clit faster. He wanted her as ready as possible, though she probably already was.

"Oh Michael." She whispered. Her breathing was getting faster and faster, and her hips were rocking against his hand.

“Maria…” He nibbled on her neck again. “Are you ready?”

Maria nodded quickly and pushed her hips back against his again. "So ready."

“Good. ‘Cause I need you.” He groaned again and spread her legs apart so he could slip his cock between them. He took him in his hands and teased her opening. “I want you so bad, Maria. I always do.”

Maria moaned softly and nodded quickly. "Me too… so bad Michael." She could feel him pressing against her wet folds and wanted nothing more than him inside of her.

Michael thrust forward with one hard stroke, sinking deep into her. “God, I l…” He bit his lip. Oh, fuck! He closed his eyes and placed a sucking kiss to her throat, trying to get his mind back in the game. Was he just gonna say that he loved her? Did he?

She cried out feeling him thrust inside. "Yes!" She gasped and shoved her hips back against his. Maria slid her hand down and grasped Michael's hip and arched her back. It always felt so good when he slid inside of her. And the way he filled her now, touched her in different places, made her body feel like a live wire.

“I love the way you feel around me.” There. Maybe he had just wanted to say that. But deep inside he knew he didn’t. Damn. He hadn’t planned on falling again so soon. Or ever. But this was probably something you couldn’t plan. He sighed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. He didn’t want to think about it anymore now, he just wanted to get lost in the sensations. Unconsciously he had already started thrusting, now he did it with more force.

Maria moaned almost continuously as Michael started to move. She moved her hips the best she could against his. "You fill me up so perfectly." She whispered softly.

He smiled and kissed her shoulder. “It’s cause you were made for me.” It surely felt that way at least. And maybe she was. Maybe she was his other half. He had heard about this in philosophy class but never really gave it a second thought until now. He fondled her breasts. They just fit his hand too. Everything just fit like it was supposed to.

She nodded quickly. "I was…" And she really believed it. No one had made her as happy as Michael did, but also, no one had infuriated her like he did, or made her emotions go completely out of whack.

His smile grew and he scraped his teeth over a spot he had sucked on before. Heck, he had given her a hickey on her neck. She wouldn’t be wearing her hair up to work for a few days now. Or maybe she should, so everybody else could see that she wasn’t available anymore. He growled and picked up his pace even more.

Maria shuddered against him and couldn't help but moan his name. She bowed her head forward and dug her nails into his hip. "Oh fuck yes." She gasped out.

“You feel so good, Maria.” He pinched her nipples and bit her neck. The only thing he regretted about this position was that he couldn’t kiss her. “So soft.” His other hand was still faintly rubbing her clit but he did it with more pressure now, because he could feel his own orgasm arising. Way too soon for his likings, but it was early morning after all.

Her breathing was getting quicker and quicker as his fingers rubbed her clit. "Ohhh Michael." She murmured. Maria bit her lip and arched her back. Suddenly she felt her orgasm shoot through her. Her hips bucked wildly and her inner walls clenched tightly around his dick.

“Aw, fuck!” Her orgasm triggered his own and he came with a loud yell of her name. Once again he shuddered but he wrapped his arms around her tightly and that made it less bad. “So good.” He placed small kisses all over her neck and shoulders. “So good, baby.”

She continued to gasp for breath as her body trembled against his. He held her so tight and she was thankful for that. Maria felt like she was going to break apart into pieces. "So good." She murmured in response.

Michael stopped moving completely and just held her for a while. Yes, he did love her. Now he had to work on not telling her. It was too soon and would possibly freak her out and make him loose her after all. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Maria snuggled up closer to him and rested her hands on top of his. "Sleep now baby." She murmured. Her body was completely worn out. She just wanted to sleep.

“Again?” But he didn’t really object. He was tired, and they had nothing better to do today. Besides… “Maria?”

"Hmm?" She asked drowsily. Maria turned her head a little to look at him with a lazy smile.

“Can we go to the hospital later?” Again they had not used a condom. But it wouldn’t matter anymore anyways, with all the times they had now done it already. But he wanted to be sure they were okay.

"Hospital?" She asked and then nodded. "Sure. That's a good idea." Maria nodded again and snuggled into Michael and the bed. They didn't use a condom anymore, they hadn't for the last two days… if anything was there to catch, it was too late, but they needed to do it anyways.

“Okay.” He kissed her shoulder softly. “Good.” Another kiss. “Thanks.” Then he settled back against her, ready for sleep to take over.

Maria snuggled closer. Sleep was good. She closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Michael kissed her shoulder one last time and wrapped his arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go when he fell asleep. Then he closed his eyes and listened to the little sounds she made in her sleep and it soon had him following her too.

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Chapter Seven

She woke up slowly; the sun was shining in her eyes. Maria groaned quietly and rolled over. She buried her face in Michael's chest and closed her eyes.

Michael felt something tickling his chest and it woke him up. He blinked and smiled when he saw she had turned. But he was still too tired to get up, so he just pulled his arms closer around her after his hold had apparently loosened when she moved, and the he closed his eyes again.

Maria sighed softly and snuggled closer to him. She didn't have any desire to get up yet. But they had to. "Michael… baby we should get up." She kissed his chest softly and nuzzled it.

“I know.” He yawned but neither opened his eyes nor moved. “Can’t you just go back to sleep?”

"No." She kissed his chest again. "I am wide awake now baby. Come on… let's go. The sooner we do it, the sooner it's over and then we can have sex all the time and won't have to worry at all about condoms ever, ever again."

“You sure make a man want to get up.” He chuckled and pulled back a little so he could kiss her forehead.

Maria looked up at him and smiled. She nodded and kissed him softly. "I do my best."

He chuckled again. “Can we have breakfast before we go at least?”

"Okay." She nodded. "That sounds good to me. I'm starved."

“I can make some scrambled eggs and you make the toast?” Michael offered and untangled himself even more from her. If they had to get up, they couldn’t stay so close together. It was making it all the harder.

Maria pouted a little when he moved away from her. "That sounds good. I'll help you out."

“What? You want to help me scramble the eggs?” He raised his eyebrow. He wouldn’t let her mess with the eggs again. Last time she insisted he’d add cream instead of milk and it didn’t turn out so well.

"No." She pouted at him. "I'll make the toast. And keep you company."

“Okay… But please don’t burn the toast this time?” He smirked and quickly rolled out of the bed before she could hit him.

Her jaw dropped and she leapt after him. "You jerk!" She yelped and smacked him and nearly fell out of the bed. "I can't believe you!" She laughed.

Michael laughed as well. “What? I said ‘please’.” He winked and rubbed the spot on his hip where she had hit him.

"You are so mean." She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest and flopped back onto her bed.

“Hey! You made me get up.” He shook his head and took a hold of the blankets, then started to pull them away from under her to make her get up as well.

"No!" She laughed and tried to push him away. Maria reached up quickly and grabbed onto the headboard. "Not fair."

“No. But if I had to leave the warm bed, then so do you.” He had succeeded in pulling the blankets away and dropped them onto his side of the bed. They would have had to make it later anyways.

"You don't want my help in the kitchen. You don't trust me." She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest again.

“No, but I want the company.” He smirked. “Besides, I told you to make the toast.” But the way she was lying there, all angry and naked… He just wanted to join her again and maybe finally use one of those special ribbed condoms.

"You think I'll burn it." Maria stuck her lower lip out even more and huffed quietly.

“You can risk getting punished if you make a mistake?” Michael offered. “Or maybe you rather want to be punished for staying in bed? Whichever you prefer.”

Her jaw dropped and she just stared at him for a moment. "Meany." She pouted and climbed out of the bed. She found one of his shirts and pulled it on before exiting the bedroom.

He laughed again and quickly stepped into some boxers before he followed her into the kitchen. “So, which will it be? Punishment or no punishment?” He slapped her ass lightly. Maybe they shouldn’t start with this again, but tying her up had been fun. And he was in a playful mood today.

"Either one works for me." She told him and jumped slightly when he slapped her ass.

Michael rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to make decisions like this. “Well, we’ll see. Right now we have no time anyways.” He kissed her cheek and then got a bowl out of the cabinet and the eggs from the fridge.

Maria grabbed the bread out of the cabinet and tucked a few pieces into the toaster before leaning up against the counter. She was happy. Really happy, and Michael made her happy. It wasn't just the sex either. It was happiness that she had never felt before with anyone else.

He added milk to his mix and then smiled at her. She seemed to glow this morning. She always did in her own way, but now she looked especially… happy. “You look great today, baby.”

She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you… you like it when I wear your clothes the best don't you?"

“No, I like it best when you wear nothing.” He winked. “But yeah, that’s a very close second.” Leaving his eggs alone for a moment, he walked over and kissed her again.

Maria tilted her head back and kissed him softly. She just wanted to melt into his arms and never leave.

He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up a little, so their faces were even for another kiss. Then he nuzzled her nose when he let her down again. “It’s good that you’re not working today.”

"Very good." She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment. "We'll get to spend all day in bed if we want."

“After we’re back from the hospital.” He sighed and kissed the top of her head. But that wouldn’t take long, would it?

Maria nodded. "Yeah. We will." She kissed his chest and then stepped back from him. "Go take care of the eggs… don't want them to burn."

Michael chuckled. “Then you would get to punish me.” He winked and went back to making them breakfast.

She laughed softly and shook her head before going back to her counter. She pushed the toast down in the toaster and watched the glow begin.

“Can you set the table?” He pushed the eggs around, scrambling them some more.

"Yeah." Maria walked away from the toaster and grabbed some silverware. She took her time setting the table before walking back to the counter.

“Thanks, baby.” He grabbed the pan and kissed her cheek, then turned off the stove and dished out the eggs. This was nice. Normal breakfast routine. He felt so comfortable around her now. Deep down he still couldn’t shake off the fear that she would kick him out one day, but right now he let himself believe everything was perfect.

"Smells great baby." She grabbed the toast and put it on a plate before walking over and setting it down on the table. Maria sat down and then smiled up at him.

“The toast too.” He grinned and opened the fridge again. “Milk or juice?”

Maria rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like the toast was really that difficult." She shook her head. "Juice please."

“The eggs aren’t that difficult either.” Michael shrugged and poured them both a glass of juice. On their way to the hospital they had to stop for some coffee.

"More effort." She rested her head against her palm and smiled at him. "Thank you."

“You’re right. You’ll have to make it up to me later.” He smiled back and sat down across from her. “I wonder how long the test will take.”

Maria smiled and nodded. "Okay. And I don't know. I'm not sure how long it's going to take, haven't done it before."

“I did, but that’s a few years ago.” He pushed the eggs around on his plate. “It took three days back then.”

"That is a long time…" It wasn't really, but when it came to incredible sex it was. "We'll find out… not like it'll stop us though."

“Yeah.” He smirked. “I mean, we still have a bunch of unused condoms.” Back then it had been awful though. He was a horny teenager and Isabel wouldn’t even touch him till the results came back. He blamed their stupid teacher in health class though for telling them all those horror stories about diseases, which he as a virgin back then could have never had.

"Yeah. We do." Maria smiled at him and started to eat.

Michael took a large gulp from his juice and then started to eat as well. He’d kill Isabel if he caught something now. “I hate needles.”

"I'll keep you distracted. But only if you'll do the same for me. I don't like them either."

“Sure.” He smiled and reached over to squeeze her hand. “You still can back out though. For now it’s enough if only I take it.”

"But it is only fair. You're getting poked and prodded, I should too." Maria squeezed his hand and tilted her head to the side.

“Yeah, but…” He shrugged. “Okay.” He trusted her, but alright. It was better to be sure. For her. Maybe she had something since a few years without her knowledge. Wasn’t there stuff that you only noticed after many years, when it was too late?

She smiled a little. "Finish eating, I'll clean the kitchen." She told him as she went back to eating her breakfast. Once Maria was done she finished drinking her juice and took her plate over to the sink.

Michael quickly finished as well so he could help her a little, but by the time he was done, so was she. He kissed her cheek again and then put his plate in the sink.

Maria smiled up at him and leaned into Michael for a moment before she ran the water in the sink and started to wash the dishes.

“I’ll dry them.” He reached around her to grab a towel and waited for her to hand him something.

"Okay." She nodded and rinsed off one of the plates and handed it to him. She liked it. Just the simple task of doing the dishes together made her happy. Maria smiled to herself and finished washing the dishes.

“I wish we could do this every morning.” Michael put the last plate back in the cabinet. “But when I have classes, I might have to rush out early. Not every day though.”

"Me too… and yeah, that will suck… but we'll get used to it." Maria walked over to him and snaked her arms around his waist.

He smiled back and crossed his arms over her lower back, pulling her closer. “I like the sound of that.” It meant they were planning for the future. You don’t get used to something like that in a mere week. It would take months and months of living together.

Maria smiled and sighed softly. "We should go shower, and get ready, the sooner it's done…" She kissed his chest softly. But damn, she really did not want to move.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Are we taking it together, or…?” Together would be more fun, but alone would surely be faster.

"Well, alone we would get done faster… I know that. And the faster we are done remember? We have a nice warm bed waiting for us." But together was so much more entertaining.

“Yeah…” He sighed. “You know, I don’t really need to shower, so you go and I’ll wash up in the meantime.” That would get them out even faster still.

"Okay." Maria tilted her head back and kissed him softly. "I'll be done soon." She kissed him again before hurrying off to the bathroom to take her shower. She wanted to do it as quickly as possible.

Michael walked into the bedroom and laid out fresh clothes for him and Maria. He wasn’t sure if she’d wear what he picked out, but it might save them even more time. He could still hear the water running and the though of her all alone in the shower was driving him crazy. Initially he had wanted to get ready while she took her shower, but now he’d better wait outside. If he went in there, he’d be even more tempted to join her. And his resistance was very low right now.

She finished her shower and wrapped herself in a towel before exiting the bathroom. She stopped short though when she saw Michael standing there. "Hey." She smiled at him.

“Hey.” He clenched his fists and forced himself to remain in his spot. Could that towel be any shorter? He groaned. “I’ve laid out some clothes.”

"You did? How sweet." She kissed his cheek before walking into the bedroom and spotting the clothes laid out on the bed. "Aww so sweet baby." Maria couldn't help but smile. No other boyfriend had picked out her clothes. She let her towel drop to the floor and started to get dressed.

He just had to follow her, although he knew he shouldn’t. “You… you don’t have to wear them though.” He gulped and wanted to push his hands in his pockets when he realized he wasn’t wearing any pants yet.

"I like them." She looked over her shoulder at him. "You have excellent taste baby." She smirked a little and pulled her clothes on before smiling at him. "You're supposed to be getting dressed too though."

“Yeah, I…” He pointed behind him towards the bathroom. “Wash up.” He was still just gaping at her though.

Maria nodded a little. "Okay." She couldn't stop smiling. "Michael… we're supposed to be hurrying."

“I know.” He sighed and started walking backwards. “It’ll take just a minute.” He closed his eyes and finally turned, quickly entering the bathroom to wash his face and fix his hair. When he was done, he considered ridding himself of his painfully hard erection. It seemed wrong with her in the other room, but it could be hours till they would finally be back… He gave up and took his cock out of the boxers, stroking himself quickly.

She quickly finished getting herself ready. She pulled on a pair of shoes and found her jacket and pinned her hair up part way before sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for Michael.

Michael moaned and leaned against the wall. He imagined Maria doing this for him. Maria. Maria who was in the other room waiting for him. He looked down at his erection and sighed, then gave up. It just felt wrong. And not good enough. He wanted her. No, he needed her. But he would live through a few hours. He had before. He nodded determined and washed his hands, before going back to the bedroom.

Maria tilted her head to the side when he came back into the bedroom. "What's wrong?" Something was off. She frowned a little.

“Nothing.” He glanced around the room, needing something to focus on.

Her frown deepened. That made it obvious, there was something wrong. "Michael?"

“Just… just hard.” He shrugged and walked closer to the bed so he could grab his pants.

She smiled a little. "I could take care of that before we go." She offered.

“But that would take time.” He made a face. And it was so unfair to always have her do this. But then again, it was also unfair that women never had any problem closing their pants.

"We can spare the time… besides, wouldn't want anything getting damaged… so come here." Maria crooked her finger at him and smiled sweetly.

“You don’t have to…” He walked closer anyways.

"But you know I want to. I love to." She smiled and hooked her fingers in his boxers as he came closer.

“I love you to too.” He smirked and cocked his head. “But do you think we’d have enough time to make it… mutual?”

She shivered and nodded. "I think we could handle that…"

“Really?” His face lit up. “If we do it sitting, I won’t mess up your hair.”

"My hair is fine, but we can do it however you want to." The more they talked about it the more she wanted it.

“How do you want it?” He raised his eyebrow and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Anyway, as long as you're touching me." Maria arched her back a little and tugged down Michael's boxers. Her fingers instantly wrapped around his length and stroked him slowly.

He smirked and pushed the top over her shoulders, then pulled her bra down till her breasts spilled free. “I love the feel of your hands.” He cupped her breasts and molded them.

"Ditto." She moaned and pressed into his hands. They were always warm, and rough, but so soft. Now the idea of leaving the apartment anytime within the next year sounded like a bad idea.

Michael bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it softly between his lips. “And my lips?” He glanced up at her. “Do you like those too?”

Maria nodded quickly and tangled one of her hands in his hair while she sped up her other hand around his cock. "I do… oh god I do so much." She whispered.

He groaned and quickly took a step back, making her hand fall off of him. “Don’t. I’m too close.” He passed his hand through his hair and then sat down next to her.

She pouted a little when he pulled back from her, but then scooted closer to him on the bed.

“Come here.” Michael wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the bed, making her straddle him. Her skirt moved up her thighs and he helped it along, feeling for her thong. They were going to the hospital, so he didn’t really want her going commando.

Maria wrapped her arms around Michael's shoulders and snuggled up closer to him. She would have loved to just lay there with him, snuggled up against him, the rest of the day, but she was so wet, and she wanted him inside of her.

He kissed and nuzzled her throat and pushed her thong aside, testing her wetness. They didn’t have the time for a long foreplay. Okay, actually they would have, but then they’d never get out of the house. “Maria?” He cocked his head and looked at her, asking permission.

She nodded quickly and kissed his jaw. "I need you." She whispered. "So bad baby."

“God, me too.” He searched out her lips and kissed her deeply, entering her slowly at the same time, inch by inch. This much time they had. When he was fully buried inside of her, he had to break the kiss to let out a deep groan.

Maria threw her head back and moaned his name loudly. She could feel each and every inch of him as he slipped inside of her, and god it felt amazing.

“Uh.” Michael hesitated and glanced over at the nightstand. Condoms. Damn, damn, damn. He was getting too used to this. He raised his eyebrow, then shrugged and started moving within her slowly.

She moaned again. She moved her hips against his, riding him slowly while she let her hands rub over his shoulders.

With his hands still on her hips, he helped her moving at first, but she didn’t need his assistance so he rather stroked up and down her spine. He looked up at her and smiled. She was so gorgeous. Then he watched her breasts bobbing up and down mesmerized. Her body was just perfect.

"Mmmmmichael." Maria bounced on his lap, moving along his length, taking him deep within her walls before allowing him to almost slip out completely and then slamming back down. She chewed on her lip, trying to keep from screaming.

“Oh, fuck!” She was really fucking him now and he looked up at her face again in awe. “Maria…” It brought him closer and closer to orgasm and he cursed himself for having tried to jack off before. He brought one of his hands up front and reached between her legs, pushing the thong away further so he could rub her clit.

Maria's hips jerked slightly and she shoved her hips harder down against his, grinding against him. "Michael… Michael… oh fuck." She started to move faster and harder against him, suddenly desperate for completion.

Michael shuddered and rubbed her clit faster as well, trying to keep up with her thrusts. “Maria. So… so good!” He couldn’t stop looking at her and she was so close in this position, it made it all even better.

She dug her nails into his shoulders and threw her head back, and cried his name loudly. Her inner walls clenched tightly around Michael's cock as she came. Orgasm swept through her, and racked her body with spasms.

Her orgasm triggered his own and Michael clutched her to him tightly. “Shit.” He panted and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “So good.” He wrapped both arms around her and roamed her back again.

Maria held onto him tightly and buried her face in his shoulder. "Wow." She whispered. "That was amazing." She murmured. Absolutely amazing. Now she wanted to just snuggle in bed with him.

“It was.” He pulled back a little and tried to smooth a loose strand of her hair back where it belonged. “Thanks.” He kissed her forehead.

"Mmm thank you." She closed her eyes and sighed happily. Maria let her hands gently trail over his back.

“I messed up your hair.” He nuzzled her face till he reached her lips and kissed her softly.

She laughed softly and shook her head. "It's okay." Maria kissed him back softly and held onto him tightly.

“Now we could need another shower.” He chuckled.

"I agree." Maria smiled a little and nodded. "But… we should get going."

“I know.” He sighed and trailed his fingertips over her cheek. “We can take it when we’re back. Together.”

"Hm that sounds good." Maria kissed his fingers before lifting her head up and sighing. "Okay… we need to go."

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Chapter Eight

“Yeah.” He made a face but nodded. “Want me to carry you to the bathroom first though? So you can clean up?”

Maria smiled and nodded a little. "Sure." She loved when he carried her. He was strong, and she loved that he had the strength to carry her.

Yeah. He knew she’d say yes. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tightly, then stood up straight, taking her with him. He was surprised he could actually pull it off, because his legs felt wobbly, but she was such a lightweight, lifting her was never much of a problem. Besides, he’d gotten lots of practice lately. Michael carried her into the bathroom and sat her down on the edge of the tub.

"Thank you." She smiled and kissed his jaw. "Go get dressed, I'll get cleaned up."

“Okay, I will.” He kissed her one last time, then reluctantly stepped back from her, turned around and went back to the bedroom to put on some clothes and wait for her.

Maria watched him and smiled a little before she got to her feet and cleaned herself up. She looked at her reflection, her hair was still a mess. Maria ran a brush through her hair quickly before leaving the bathroom.

“You look great.” He stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed and walked over to her, kissing her cheek.

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek in return. "You ready to go?" She asked him stepping back a little.

“Yeah…” he passed his hand through his hair. “As ready as I can be.” After all they were going to get needles stuck in their arms pretty soon. He shuddered.

Maria took his hand and smiled at him a little. "Come on. Let's go and get this over with." She sighed a little. She didn't want to. She hated needles. They scared the crap out of her. Maria took his hand in hers and tugged him out of her room and towards the door.

“Yeah. At least we only have to do it this once.” He didn’t plan on betraying her. Ever. Why would he? There could be nobody better than her.

"Exactly." She walked with him out of the apartment and to the elevator. She found herself smiling a little despite what they had to go do. She was still happy.

Michael glanced at her and frowned. “What are you smiling at?” He found himself smiling too though. Hers was just contagious.

"I'm happy." She murmured.

“That you can finally be sure we’re safe?” He cocked his head and leaned against the wall.

"No, I'm just… happy. You make me happy, and I'm happy being with you." She closed the distance between him and kissed him softly.

Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Thanks.” The elevator binged and he moved them inside without really letting go of her. “I’m… happy too.” Overall. Right now he was just still nervous about the needle.

She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. "What should we do for dinner tonight? Take out? Go out? Make something just the two of us?"

“We could make something.” It was the cheapest solution. “We can go out and celebrate when we get the results.” But maybe they shouldn’t go out then either. They should stay in and eat in bed, in between enjoying carefree sex.

Maria nodded a little. "Okay that sounds like a good idea." She doubted that they would actually go out though. They'd probably end up just spending their entire time in bed.

He kissed her forehead. “What do you want to eat today?”

"I want…" She contemplated. "We could make spaghetti?"

“With meatball sauce?” His face lit up to a real smile.

"Yup." She tilted her head back and smiled up at him. "Wouldn't be spaghetti without it."

“Nope.” He kissed her softly, happy they agreed on so many things. The elevator binged again and he pulled away from her with a sigh, suddenly reminded about the needle again. Damn. And he had just forgotten about it.

Maria slid her hand back into his and gave his hand a tug and led him out of the apartment building and onto the street. "This way." She said heading in the direction of the hospital.

“Yeah.” He sighed again and let her tug him for a while, before he went willingly. She shouldn’t think he didn’t want to get tested for her. He’d just really prefer if he would just have to pee in a bottle, or something.

"I promise I'll distract you." She squeezed his hand. "I'll do a really, really good job of distracting you."

“In front of the nurses and doctors?” Michael raised an eyebrow amused.

Maria laughed a little and nodded. "Yup." She smirked at him and nudged his shoulder a little.

He smirked. “Okay, I really want to see that, so I will now enter the hospital happily.” He squeezed her hand and then leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

She smiled at him and leaned against him for a moment. A short while later they arrived at the hospital and Maria chewed on her lip. "Do we really have to go in?" Suddenly she wanted to turn and run.

“I do. You can still back out.” He looked at her. He didn’t really want to go through this alone though.

"If you are doing this, I am too… I just… feel the same way you do about needles. And then there is the smell of the hospital… all sanitized and bright." Maria chewed on her lip and then squeezed his hand tightly. "Come on. Let's just go."

He nodded and gave her an encouraging smile. “I’ll distract you too, just like we planned.”

She nodded a little. "Okay." Then she walked into the hospital with him. They found a nurse's station and talked to one of the nurses about setting up a test.

"Have a seat right there, we'll set up a room and be with you soon."

Michael sat down next to Maria and passed his hand through his hair nervously. “Thank god this isn’t one of those hospitals like you see on TV. If they made us wait for a few hours, I think I’d have chickened out.”

"Yeah." Maria agreed. She started to jiggle her leg impatiently as they waited. If they had to wait much longer she would just run out of here. But if Michael was doing this so was she, she promised. Didn't change how terrified she was though.

Michael squeezed her hand. He just wished she wouldn’t have to go through this. Neither of them. Stupid Isabel. He should have left her way before. Maybe if he would have met Maria sooner… He looked at her intently. Would he have left Isabel for her? Now that he knew her that was no question, but if he had just seen her, met her at her diner, would he have stepped out on Isabel with the waitress?

She looked up when he squeezed her hand and smiled a little at him. She was scared of Michael too… of how she felt about him, of how happy he made her. Maria leaned towards him and rested her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her temple. Yeah. He wanted to believe that Maria would have lifted his blinders concerning Isabel, so he would have realized sooner that their relationship was over. And not when she told him it was while closing the door in his face. He sighed.

"Ms. DeLuca, Mr. Guerin, we're ready for you." A nurse said and Maria lifted her head up. She looked at Michael and forced a little smile before getting up and following the nurse down the corridor to a room.

Michael shuddered and followed Maria. He could feel cold sweat slowly soaking his shirt and it made him shudder yet again. “We can… we can stay together, right?” He asked the nurse nervously, happy to see her smile and nod in response.

“Okay, who’s first?” The nurse held up the needle and Michael paled.

Maria stared at the needle and felt the ground move beneath her feet. "I will." She said holding onto Michael's hand even tighter. She did not want to do this, but the faster she got it done… the sooner they could leave.

He looked at her surprised and squeezed her hand again. “Thanks, baby.” He whispered. But then again, if she would yell or be in much pain, it would make it even harder for himself. He bit his lip. “We can’t have it done simultaneously, can we?”

She smiled sadly and shook her head. "Sorry. One at a time."

"It's okay babe." Maria sat down in the chair and watched as the nurse wrapped the band around her arm. She tightened her grip on Michael's hand and then clenched her eyes shut. She couldn't watch.

Michael rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to think of a way to distract her and himself. He couldn’t watch this. The needle was so pointy and… oh shit. He quickly turned his head away. “So we’re eating spaghetti today?”

She nodded her head and opened one eye to look at him. "Yeah." Then she felt the cold needle against her skin, then the pinch. She whimpered and bit down hard on her lip. After what felt like hours later the nurse pulled away. "All done." She said sticking a cotton ball over the spot on her arm and making Maria bend it.

“That was fast.” Michael smiled but it quickly died on him when he saw Maria’s face. “I’m sorry.” He majorly sucked at distracting, that much was sure.

"It's okay." She told him and shook her head. Slowly Maria climbed off the seat and moved to let Michael sit down. The nurse pulled up a chair for Maria and she positioned herself as close as possible to the seat Michael would be sitting in.

He sat down and then immediately took Maria’s hand in his again. He brought it to his lips and kissed it softly, then watched as the nurse changed her plastic gloved and got a new needle. That was kinda pointless with him and Maria, but she probably had to do that for every patient no matter what. “So, uh, how long till the results come in?”

Maria leaned into Michael and rested her cheek against his shoulder and slid her free hand up to cup his cheek and tilt his head down towards her. "Don't think about it." She whispered softly. "Just think about me, in bed… with you." She kept her voice low enough, so that she was sure the nurse would not hear what she was saying. "Think about your wildest fantasy… and playing it out…"

Michael groaned and glanced at the nurse who was rolling up his shirt and eyeing him curiously. He gulped and closed his eyes. “You’re evil.” He whispered in Maria’s direction. “But please don’t stop.” It was surely helping him not to think about the needle.

She smiled a little. "You've already fulfilled one of my fantasies, several times. Behind the diner… in the dark…" Maria purred softly against his ear. "Even better in real life." She nuzzled his throat gently. "You'll have to tell me one of yours later… and maybe we can play it out… anything you want. After we have dinner of course… that is, unless it includes dinner." She smirked.

He had to chuckle. “Something that includes dinner? You’ll have to tell me more about that. Later.” He bit his lip when he felt the needle enter his flesh. It didn’t hurt as much as he had expected though.

Maria laughed quietly and kissed his ear lightly. "Only if you'll promise to tell me what you have in your head…"

“Okay, I will.” He opened his eyes and smiled at her. The initial pain was gone, now it was just a dull throbbing. But there were so many fantasies in his head concerning her. He wouldn’t know where to start, which to choose. He cocked his head and glanced back at the nurse when he felt her getting up. “That’s it? I’m done?”

The nurse nodded and pressed the cotton on his arm. “Just hold on to this for a few minutes, then you can go. You can call in a few days and ask if your results are here yet. If we find anything alarming, we’ll be calling you first.” She pointed at her chart where she had written down their contact information.

"Thank you." Maria nodded and watched the nurse leave the room. "Ready to go home?" She asked him softly. She wanted out of there. The nervousness was back, she wanted out of there now.

“You think I can stand up already?” His gaze was fixed to the cotton pad he was pressing against his arm.

She tilted her head to the side a little. "Feeling dizzy at all?" Maybe they should call a cab, it wouldn't do either of them good to pass out on the way home. "How about we call a cab? And we can go sit outside and wait."

Michael turned his head towards her slowly and then nodded. “We could… I’m sure it’ll be fine if we just sit outside for a while.” A cab meant paying more money. He wasn’t very short yet, but he hated wasting it on things like that. He would be able to walk again. In a while.

"Okay." She nodded and slowly stood up from her seat, and held her hand out to him. "Lets go get some fresh air, I'm sure that will help a lot too."

“Yeah.” He reluctantly let go of the cotton and then stood up and took her hand in his. “Thanks a lot for distracting me though.” He gave her a weak smile.

"Any time." She smiled a little at him. "But how much did you honestly appreciate what I was doing?"

“A lot!” He pulled her a little closer. “Really, it kept me from crying like a baby when that needle was inserted into…” He shuddered and shook his head. No, it was over now. Over.

"Good." Maria smiled wider and squeezed his hand. She glanced down at her arm and pouted. "It bruised." She held up her arm. "I look like a junkie or something now."

Michael looked at his own arm. “I don’t see anything yet, but maybe it’ll show up later.” He sighed. “But so it’s a good thing you won’t have to leave the apartment for a while now.” He winked. Whatever kept her alone with him was good.

She laughed quietly and nodded. "Wasn't planning on going anywhere anyways." She spotted a bench and walked over to it with him and sunk down on to it. "At least it's nice." The weather was unusually warm, and comfortable for that time of year.

“Yeah.” He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “So, about the food fantasy again…”

Maria smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. "Well... it's more a dessert thing, rather than dinner..."

“Like with the strawberries?” He smirked at her.

"Could be... but I guess it could be dinner too... they do it in some sushi restaurants... or so I've heard." She tilted her head back and looked up at him.

“That sex thing? They do it in sushi restaurants?” He frowned. What the hell was she talking about. It didn’t include chopsticks, did it?

"Okay, it's not really a sex thing, but it would probably lead to sex if we did it... basically we use each other as plates. In the restaurants it's a woman... naked, they arange the food all over her, and people just eat..."

“They do that in restaurants around here?” He gaped at her. And he hadn’t known about that back when he was still a hormonal teenager? Damn!

She giggled quietly at his response and nodded. "It opened not that long ago."

“Huh.” He scratched his eyebrow. That was very… intriguing. “So you’d lie on the table naked and I could eat off you?”

"Maybe, if you ask really, really nicely." Maria smiled innocently at him.

He pouted. “But I thought that was your fantasy?” And now it was his as well. She couldn’t just make him hot and then just take it away again. He’d have to tie her down and… oh, now that was an idea!

"I was suggesting it." She smiled. Alright, so she liked the idea a lot too, but she couldn't help teasing him.

“So, if you’d lie on the table. In uh, theory…” He scratched his eyebrow. “Are there ways to ensure you won’t just squirm away?” He couldn’t help but to grin at the image of it. Her, tied to the table, while he was having fun with her.

Maria shuddered. "I uh... guess there would be." The idea just got even more intriguing.

“Do they include rope or handcuffs? Or both?” He cocked his head. “No wait… scarves. No rope.” Rope could cut into her skin, most especially when she squirmed and he really wouldn’t want that to happen.

A quiet moan passed her lips and she nodded eagerly. "Yes. Most definitely."

His grin widened but then it fell a little. “I don’t suppose this will work with spaghetti though.” He had to chuckle just at the thought.

She laughed and shook her head. "No, not very well anyways. How about with dessert? I have ice cream..." Damn, that would be cold... "And we have the left over strawberries."

“That could work.” He smiled. “And we still have the whipped cream.”

Maria shivered and nodded. "Yeah. Could be interesting…" She smiled.

“Hmm, and very, very yummy.” He grinned and licked over her cheek.

She couldn't help but moan softly and agree with him. Just the thought of it started the wetness between her legs.

“But speaking of, how about we grab a coffee on our way back home?” And he wouldn’t mind a second breakfast either. Weren’t you supposed to eat after giving blood? “Hey! Why didn’t I get a cookie?”

Maria laughed softly. "I'll buy you a cookie at the coffee shop." She tugged on his hand and glanced both ways before dragging him across the street.

“And a donut. With sprinkles.” He smirked and let her drag him towards the shop. He deserved it. But so did she. “What do you want?”

"I want a bagel. With cream cheese." Maria tugged on his hand again, pulling him inside of the coffee shop.

“That sounds good too.” He cocked his head. “I want that too, no donut.” He’d get enough sweet later, when he was eating it off her. He shuddered at the thought.

Maria smiled. "You sure?" She asked as they walked up to the counter. "What kind of coffee do you want?"

“Latte.” He shrugged. It was later in the day, then he wouldn’t need it black anymore.

"Okay." Maria nodded and walked up to the counter and ordered their coffee and bagels before she turned back to Michael.

“And my cookie?” He raised his eyebrow and fished for his wallet.

"Whoops." She kissed him softly before going back to the counter again and asking for a cookie. Maria handed the guy behind the counter the money and walked back over to Michael. "Here babe. Your cookie, for being such a good boy." Maria handed him the cookie and glanced down at her arm again. Stupid bruise, she looked like a druggie or something.

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Thanks. You’ll get yours when we’re back in the apartment.” He looked down at her arm. “I’m still sorry you had to do this.”

Maria smiled a little. "It's okay. It'll be gone in no time, and it'll be worth it." She hoped anyways. "But I can't wait to get mine." She moved closer to him.

“And I can’t wait to give it to you.” He kissed her behind her ear and then looked around. “Wanna eat in here?”

She nodded. "Sure." She murmured and pressed her body closer to his. She'd agree to anything if he'd just ask. The tender kiss made her insides melt.

“’Cause I have a feeling we won’t really get to eat when we’re back.” Michael smirked and placed his hand on the small of her back, then led her to a free table.

Maria smiled and nodded. "No, probably not." She walked with him over to the table and sat down. She couldn't help smiling at him. She had really never been happier.

“Thanks for my cookie.” He waved it at her before taking a large bite. Damn, that was a great cookie. It didn’t take him long to devour it all, then he washed it down with some coffee.

"I'm glad you liked it." Maria said before she started to drink her coffee and eat her bagel. She reached across the table with one hand and touched his hand lightly.

Smiling, he turned his hand so they could interlace fingers. “Three days though, huh?”

"Yeah." Three days. "It really won't change anything will it though? I mean, up until we find out? Because if there was anything to happen… it would have happened already, right?"

“I dunno… maybe you’ve been lucky and we should stop gambling?” He knew that she was right though. If there was something wrong with him, she’d have it too by now. But at least he didn’t seem to have any of those icky itching thingies you could catch, or else he’d have already noticed.

"Well, we do have those condoms at home, so…" She didn't want to use a condom. It wasn't the same. She couldn't really feel him through the latex.

“Special ribbed ones too.” He squeezed her hand. He had bought those especially for her, so they should try it at least.

"Yeah, I know… but still." Maria pouted at him and squeezed his hand.

“I know.” He let go of her to scratch his eyebrow. He liked it better without too. “We’ll see.” He took her hand in his again and took a bite from his bagel.

"It's only three days after all." She could suck it up. Maria munched on her bagel again.

“Yeah. We almost managed that after Christmas.” But back then they had only slipped once before. Now that they always did it, it was even harder to remember the condoms. Or actually stop to use one. He mostly remembered, but when it was already too late.

"I know. But I got used to not using one." She sighed a little and finished eating her bagel. "But those three days will be over before we even know it."

“I hope so.” He looked at his bagel and sighed, then took a large bite of it. “It’s weird though, I always thought women preferred condoms.”

"Hell no, not me. Not with you. I definitely prefer skin to skin." Maria smiled at him.

Michael smirked. “Ditto baby.” He leaned a bit closer. “I love it when I can feel your walls fluttering around me, milking me.”

Maria shuddered and had to bite back a moan. "Michael…Oh god… that is so cruel." Now she just wanted to be at home, and in bed with Michael, with him fucking her like crazy, without a condom.

“What?” He grinned and popped the last of the bagel into his mouth.

She growled at him. "I want to go home, and I want to ravage your body, top to bottom, and not stop until I pass out." Maria told him in a hushed voice.

“You know what?” He leaned close to her once more. “That’s just what I had in mind too.” He brushed a kiss against her cheek before he pulled back.

"Can we go home now?" She asked softly. She didn't care about condoms, or anything they could catch. Maria just wanted to be in bed with Michael and nothing else.

“Sure.” He smiled and quickly finished his Latte. “Need to give you your reward.”

Maria finished her coffee too and then threw the empty cup in the trash and grabbed Michael's hand, practically yanking him out of the coffee shop.

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Chapter Nine

Michael chuckled and kept up pace with her. She was cute when she was this eager. Cute, and very, very hot. It didn’t take them long to get back out on the street and towards their apartment building. Hers. Damn, he still needed to pay her for rent. Why did he always forget? He shook his head.

She yanked him into the elevator and threw her arms around him. "Oh god Michael…" She mumbled. "Do you see what you do to me?"

“I think I can smell it too.” He smirked and picked her up against the wall, then ravaged her mouth. There. That was why he always forgot… stuff. Like what he had just been thinking about. Something… Couldn’t have been as important as kissing her.

Maria moaned into his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. The things he made her feel, she couldn't describe it. It was just so amazing.

Michael pushed a hand under her skirt and stroked up her thigh till he reached her thong. He was just about to tug at it when the elevator left out a bing. He frowned confused. Didn’t it usually take a little longer to get to their floor? Suddenly someone was clearing their throat and Michael quickly let go of Maria and turned around.

She let out a quiet shriek when she spotted one of the tenants from two floors below her. Maria quickly buried her face in Michael's arm and clenched her eyes shut, trying to disappear completely behind him, and into the corner of the elevator.

“Uh, upstairs?” Michael tried a polite smile. The elder woman was still just staring but then slowly shook her head. He let out a sigh of relief and pressed the button to close the door again. “Sorry.” He waved a little till the door finally did close. “Shit.”

"Oh my god… oh my god. Oh my god!" Maria felt like she was hyperventilating. That poor old woman was probably scarred for the rest of her life.

“Shit,” he repeated, then started laughing. That was bound to happen eventually, when you thought about it.

"That is so not funny!" She smacked his arm and folded her arms across her chest. But his laughing caused a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth, but she tried to stop it.

“Yes it is.” He turned towards her but couldn’t stop his laughter. “Did you see her face?”

"Absolutely horrified!" Maria slapped his arm again before wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. "That was so embarrassing."

“Aw, but it could have been much worse.” He smirked and wrapped his arms around her, stroking over her hair. “She could have fallen over with a stroke.”

"Maybe she did after the doors closed." She laughed softly and shook her head. "No more sexcapades in the elevator." Even though she was the one that started it, she learned her lesson.

Michael pouted. “No more? Not even when we come home late at night?” She was right, that wasn’t funny.

"No." Maria pouted and looked up at him. "She'd probably find us again and really have a stroke!" At least they hadn't been any farther into their touching.

Her comment started a new fit of laughter and when the elevator banged again, he half expected to see someone else gaping at them. But now they had reached their destination. “I don’t think she’d still be up at 3 a.m. She’s probably going to bed at eight.”

"But what if she sleep walks?! Or if someone else was up?" Maria walked out of the elevator and to her apartment. She unlocked the door and looked at Michael. "You might just have to learn to keep your hands off me till we're safely behind locked doors."

“Yeah? But then so do you.” He raised his eyebrow and leaned against the wall opposite the door. “Wanna start right now? We stay out here for five minutes and don’t touch.”

She bit her lip a little. Could she really handle that? Five full minutes? "Yeah." She took it as a challenge. Keep her hands to herself. Maria glanced down at her watch. "Starting now."

“And the looser gets to fulfill one of the winner’s fantasies.” Michael nodded and then watched her up and down. Five minutes. It was such a shame not to touch that body for that long.

Maria nodded and set the timer on her watch to go off after five minutes. And then she looked up at him. "I like that. It's a deal." God, could she really do it? She rested her hands on her stomach and just looked at him.

“I have so many ideas what I want you to do for me.” He smirked. “Some nice outfits you can wear for me.”

She shuddered and chewed on her lip. "Well… all you have to do is ask." Maria smirked at him and slid her hands down to rest on her thighs and slowly tugged the hem of her skirt up a little.

Michael groaned. Damn. “You’re not playing fair.” He licked his hips, his gaze focusing on the newly exposed skin.

"You never said I couldn't tease." She inched her skirt up a little bit farther and smiled sweetly at him.

He narrowed his eyes and started unbuttoning his shirt. If he didn’t want to loose this, he had to spice this up a little too. “Hmm, I can’t wait till I can touch you again. I bet your breasts are just aching for my hands, aren’t they?”

She bit back a moan and nodded. "They are…" She flicked her tongue out over her lips and watched his fingers. "And I bet your dick is throbbing… wanting to feel my lips wrapped around it, sucking… licking…" Maria arched her back and tilted her head back a little.

He nodded. “It is.” He played with his zipper, tugging it down a little but then back up again. Good that he had pulled on boxers or this wouldn’t be possible right now. “And I am sure you want to do it too, don’t you? Touch my large cock with your small hands, suck on it, taste me.”

Time seemed to just completely stop. Shouldn't the timer have already gone off? Maria felt the wetness between her legs; it was so strong, practically dripping down her thighs. She whimpered quietly. She wanted to win, she had to win, but she already knew that there wasn't a chance. If he said anything else she'd absolutely jump him.

Michael passed his hands through his hair nervously. Damn. His cock was rock hard and straining against his pants. This was a stupid game. Why had he started it anyways? And she was right, she’d fulfill his fantasies even without a bet. But he just didn’t want to loose. “And I want to taste you too. I’ll start with your lips and then kiss my way down your body from top to bottom.”

Maria felt like her knees were going to give. She dropped her bunched up skirt and plastered her hands against the wall for support. "I want that too… Michael…" She couldn't take it anymore. Maria pushed herself away from the wall and launched herself at Michael. She threw her arms around his shoulders and latched onto his throat. "You win, you win, I'll do anything you want, just touch me."

“Oh, fuck that stupid game.” Michael wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, then quickly carried her inside her apartment. Getting busted once was enough for the day. He kicked the door close and kissed her at the same time, not wanting to waste any more time.

She held onto him tightly and kissed him passionately. Her tongue dipped into his mouth and she stroked hers against his. "I need you." Maria mumbled against his mouth.

“God, I need you too.” He quickly walked her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the mattress. Then he ripped his shirt off his shoulders and quickly stepped out of his shoes. “Start undressing.”

Maria quickly toed off her shoes, and then pulled off her shirt. She shoved her skirt down her legs, and then threw both garments to the floor. And then she unhooked her bra and dropped it too before stretching out on her back and pushing her underwear down her legs.

Michael got distracted with watching her for a few till he finally pulled off his pants and boxers as well. Her watch beeped and he chuckled. “Let’s never try a stupid bet like that again, okay?”

"Deal. Now get down here." She smiled up at him. The bet could have been good, if he hadn't teased her so.

He grinned and nodded, then joined her on the bed. “You make me so hard, baby.” He stroked over her sides and then cupped her cheek to kiss her again.

Maria moaned softly and shifted closer to him, hooking her leg over his hip. "And you make me so wet. Dripping." She flicked her tongue out against his lips.

“Really? I wanna check.” He winked and kissed his way down her body as promised, just he didn’t bother with her legs, he just went straight to her heated core as soon as he had the chance.

She threw her head back, and her spine arched upwards. "Shi.t!" She cried out suddenly feeling his mouth. One hand flew down to tangle in his hair as she moaned his name.

Michael spread her legs wider and licked up her juices before concentrating on her clit. She hadn’t lied, she was dripping for him. He growled. And it just made him even harder. He scraped his teeth against her clit and then sucked it between his lips to soothe it.

"Uhh." Maria moaned and tightened her fingers in his hair. "Fuck. Fuck Michael. So good… so good." She clenched her eyes shut and rocked her hips faintly.

He sucked on her nub again before letting go and licking her clean once more. “Maria. You taste so good.” He glanced up at her and placed a soft kiss against her sensitive skin, before he moved a bit lower and inserted his tongue into her cavern, letting it move around slowly.

She moaned again, and suddenly started to cum. He had turned her on so much, to finally feel him touching her, it was too much. "Oh god yes." She cried softly.

As much as he enjoyed her walls gripping at his tongue, he moved away and carefully stimulated her clit instead, wanting to prolong her orgasm.

Maria's breathing came out as soft gasps and her thighs tried to clamp down around his head, holding him there, loving the feeling of his tongue. "Oh… oh… oh Michael." She panted, and tossed her head from side to side on the soft pillow.

He had to hold her legs apart with his hands because she started to crush him. “Mmhm, baby.” He freed himself and glanced at her apologetically. “Whoa. This good?”

She nodded slowly and held her hands out to him. "So good." Her body felt like jelly, twitchy and uncontrollable.

Michael smirked and lied down next to her. “That was your reward.” He kissed her softly and stroked over her cheek.

"My reward? For loosing the game?" She smiled at him.

Michael laughed. “You think you deserve a reward for loosing?”

"No, I just forgot why I was getting a reward. Seems that when you touch me I tend to forget about absolutely everything else." Maria wrapped her arm around his waist and snuggled closer to him. "But I remember now."

He smiled and kissed her softly. “Good. But I wouldn’t blame you for forgetting about it quickly. I aim to.” Needles. They were just evil.

"I appreciate it greatly." She kissed him back lightly. "How about I help you forget?"

“How about we forget together?” He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so she was lying on top of him.

Maria smiled and then eyed the condoms on the nightstand. "That sounds great… but with, or without a condom?" It wasn't the same, but they really should be using them, just in case.

“Oh.” There. He had forgotten about it yet again. “Uh, you decide.”

She buried her face in his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I don't want to." She didn't want to decide, or even use one. She'd have to just trust that Isabel hadn't cheated on Michael with someone that had something. "You trust me?" For all Michael knew, Maria could have slept with half the city.

“Of course.” He nodded quickly and palmed her perky breasts. “But do you trust me?” No, actually it was a question of if she trusted Isabel. He did. About sex, nothing else. But he knew her. She was careful. And she wouldn’t risk anything.

Maria couldn't help but moan softly and arch her back. "I do. But do you trust Isabel? Would she have…?" They would find out for sure when they got the test results.

“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He glanced at the condoms again. But this all didn’t have to mean that she trusted Isabel, and he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. “But hey. Special ribbed.” He smiled and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She rested one of her hands on top of his and bit back a moan. "Maybe… just to be safe?" Because what if she had something and she had never known? Maria had always tried to be as safe as she could, until she met Michael. Then it all seemed to fly out the window.

He kept up his smile and nodded. Yeah, it was better this way. He let go of her and reached over, grabbing the box and opening it. “Now we’ll get to see if they really intensify a woman’s pleasure.”

Maria smiled and took one of the packages from him and sat up, straddling his thighs. "Well, it better." She opened the foil package and slid the condom down his dick slowly. Maria circled her fingertips around the head of his cock before she shifted her body up a little and then leaned down so she could kiss him.

“Yeah.” He kissed her again. “It better.” Michael smiled and framed her face, looking up at her. “So beautiful.” He leaned up and captured her lips with his slowly, making it last.

Tears filled her eyes and she smiled a little. He made her feel so special. Maria kissed him softly, and slowly while she slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his length, and slowly started to slide down his cock.

He moaned into her mouth and resisted the urge to push upwards, meeting her. He just about always guided their pace, now it was her turn. And shit did it feel good.

Maria moved slowly, sinking down around his dick before slowly moving her hips up again. The condom was good, but at the same time, it wasn't the same. It rubbed against places inside of her that made her tremble.

Michael raised his eyebrow. “Good?” Part of him hoped she would say no and they would just trash it again, but this way the stimulation for him was a little less so hopefully he’d hold out longer too.

She nodded, taking in all of the sensations. She was completely absorbed in how it felt. "Really good..." Maria lifted her head and locked her eyes with his. "But not as good as just you." She reassured him. Sure, the condom felt better than the other condoms, but now way did it compare to Michael alone.

He grinned satisfied and nodded. “Good.” Just what he had wanted to hear. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up a little before letting her slide down again. Just being inside of her with no movement was driving him crazy.

She started to moan his name softly, over and over, and she couldn't stop. It was intense. It made her arch her back and grip his shoulders. Her previous orgasm had only served to turn her on even more, and make her want him desperately.

As soon as she was moving on her own, he let go of her hips and went back to palming her breasts. He still marveled about how well they fit his hands and just how much she liked being touched by him. “Maria…” He moaned her name and tweaked her nipples harder than intended. “Shit, sorry.” He immediately rolled them carefully, trying to soothe them again.

It was like a spark inside of her. Her hips jerked and she moaned. "No!" She yelped softly. "Do it again Michael… that felt, so good… do it again, please do it again." She begged softly moving one of her hands up to rest on top of his.

Michael raised an eyebrow and tweaked her nipples again, not as hard though, just to test this out. He knew how sensitive she was in that area – or anywhere else on her body for that matter. “It… it didn’t hurt?”

She shook her head. "A little… but it felt so good Michael. So good." Maria's hips were moving of their own accord, completely detached from her mind, which was floating away somewhere, absorbed in the sensations Michael was creating.

He nodded and waited a little before tweaking her nipples again. He had to watch out, because his mind was quickly clouding over with sheer passion and then he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer. But if she really liked this, then maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

"I'm so close Michael." Maria didn't want it to end because it felt so good, but she wasn't sure how much more she could really take. Her inner walls were starting to tremble and she dug her nails into the back of his hand. "Michael." She whimpered. She just wanted to cum.

Michael looked up at her, holding her gaze. “Then cum for me, baby.” He tweaked her nipples hard again, figuring that was what she wanted.

She stared into his eyes and her hips jerked wildly. "Oh fuck!" Maria cried out loudly and arched her back. His fingers tweaking her nipples was the finally push she needed. Her inner walls clamped down hard around Michael's dick like a vise.

“Holy shit.” He clenched his eyes shut when his orgasm washed over him. Damn, he had planned on flipping her over and having a little more fun, but hell! How was it possible she seemed to get tighter and tighter?

Maria slowly sunk down against his chest and closed her eyes, while she tried to catch her breath. "Oh Michael." She whispered softly.

He breathed heavily and wrapped his arms around her back. “That was intense.” With his last strength he moved his head to look at her and then kiss her forehead. “Again.“ He smiled and then slumped back onto the pillow.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah." But now they had the condom to deal with, but Maria didn't think she could move. Happy little tingles ran through her body and she sighed contentedly.

Michael moved a little, feeling uncomfortable inside the new sticky condom. “I can’t wait till we get our results.” But shit! What if they actually had something. Or one of them at least. Then they would have to use the damn condoms for a way longer time. Or maybe they couldn’t have any sex for a while. He paled. That would be unbearable.

"Yeah." She sighed and rolled off of him with a quiet groan. Maria sat up a little and grabbed the box of tissue for Michael before falling back onto the bed closing her eyes. The sooner, the better.

Grabbing a few tissues, he quickly disposed of the condom. “’Cause I surely won’t miss that.” He balled it all up and considered throwing it into the trash bin, but it was too far away and he was too weak, so he just placed it onto the nightstand.

"We'll save money on condoms and tissue." She smiled a little and rolled onto her side to face him.

“Yeah, we can spend that on sex toys instead.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

Maria laughed softly and nodded. "Good plan."

“And now? Shower or nap?” He’d be up for more food, but only if someone brought it to the bed. He felt to weak to actually get up. Maybe he should make her get him something because she had lost earlier… He smirked. But no, he couldn’t be that cruel.

"Sleep, lots and lots of sleep." She murmured tiredly.

“Yeah, sounds good.” It was the second best thing next to a steak. Or just some cereal. No a burger. He wanted something fatty now.

Maria nodded slightly and within moments drifted off into a deep sleep.

Michael tried to sleep as well, but he was suddenly not as tired anymore. Too many thoughts were swirling around his head. He would never forgive himself if he had spread some disease onto her, even if it would be a small, curable one. Any other kind would be unthinkable. And also, now he kept thinking about that steak and burgers. Many, many burgers. His stomach grumbled and he sighed, opening his eyes again.

Then he was watching her, hoping that would send him to sleep, but it was only wiring him up even more. Eventually he carefully slid out of bed and went to get his drawing pad and a pencil. He had to get focused again and nothing was helping him as much as sketching something. In this case Maria. He smiled and grabbed a pillow, then sat down on the floor against the wall. He watched her sleeping peacefully for a bit longer, then he started sketching.

Her brow furrowed in her sleep. She felt cold. She shivered and reached for the blankets, starting to wake up. But she didn't want to yet. "Michael?" She murmured, her eyes were still closed. Maria rolled over and he wasn't there. Her eyes flew open and she sat up quickly. "Michael?!" What if he had left her?

“I’m here.” He briefly glanced up from his drawing pad. When she had rolled over, he just stared a new sketch of her naked back. God, she was so sexy. He couldn’t wait to actually paint her, though he was afraid he could never do her justice.

Maria jerked her head to the side and looked at him. "Oh…" She shook her head. He didn't leave. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "What are you doing?" She ran her hand over her face and pulled the sheet up against her chest.

“No, don’t do that!” He held his hand up and pouted. Damn, he was just about to start a third sketch.

"What? What are you doing?" She repeated, confused as to why he was sitting on the floor.

“Sketching.” He held up his pad for her to see, then reluctantly set it aside. “I’m sorry if I woke you up with it.” Mostly because it meant he had to stop now.

"It's okay… I just got a little cold. And then I rolled over and you weren't there…" I thought you left. "Woke me up pretty quickly. But by all means, please continue." She smiled at him.

“No, it’s fine.” He smiled at her. “Sorry. Next time I’ll leave you a big pillow so you’ll think I’m still with you.” He winked and then stood up. “Fuck!” His limbs were aching badly now. And next time he’d get a chair.

She smiled, and then frowned. "Are you okay?"

“Yeah, just… achey.” He placed his hands on his knees then cursed again when he noticed he had smeared charcoal all over them.

Maria tilted her head to the side. "Come back to bed and I'll give you a backrub."

His smile grew again. “Sounds great. I’ll just go and wash my hands first.” He really looked at them now, realizing just how black they had gotten. He would spread it all over the sheets.

"Okay." She smiled and laid back on the bed to wait for him.

Michael glanced at her again and then padded into the bathroom as quickly as he could. Geeze, he was getting old.

Maria chewed on her lip and eyed the notebook. Quickly she got out of the bed, with the sheet still wrapped around her and hurried across the room. She picked up the book and looked down at it. It was weird looking at herself, but looking at it, it made her feel beautiful.

Michael froze when he entered the bedroom again. “It’s still unfinished.” He scratched his eyebrow. He didn’t like people eyeing his projects. It was bad enough when he had to exhibit the finished versions.

Tears filled her eyes. "This is how you see me?" She asked softly, not looking up from the pad.

He frowned a little. Was that good or bad? “Uh, yeah…” He passed his hand through his hair. Damn, now he was all nervous. “Just better. I’m sorry I’m not really good.”

"It is beautiful." She told him. "I..." Maria turned to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his shoulder.

He held her close and stroked up and down her back, happy she was liking them. “Let’s go back to bed, okay?” She was starting to get cold and now that he wasn’t in the drawing zone anymore, so was he.

"Okay." She whispered and pulled back from him a little. "Lay down and I'll give you a backrub."

“You don’t have to though, I feel better.” He shrugged and took her hand in his, playing with it.

"I want to." She looked at his hand and squeezed it. "You took care of me last night, I think it is only fair that I repay the favor."

He reluctantly shrugged. “Okay.” He’d much rather just lie down and get warm with her. But whatever got her into the bed with him. He gave her a small kiss and then let go of her and laid down on the bed on his stomach.

Maria climbed onto the bed and straddled his ass and pulled the blankets up around her waist and started to gently rub her hands over his back. She started low and worked her way up his spine to his shoulders and kneaded them softly.

Michael moaned softly and moved his head a little, getting more comfortable. “I’m sure you’ll be great at sculpting.”

She smiled and leaned down to kiss his shoulder. "Only if you teach me how." She massaged his back, trying to work out all of the kinks out of his muscles.

“You have very talented hands.” He moaned again and closed his eyes. And to think he had almost missed out on that.

Maria laughed softly and let her hands rub down his back. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

“Greatly.” He let out a satisfied sigh. He hadn’t realized just how tense he had been before she had loosened him up. Now he could just fall back asleep.

"Michael?" She said softly letting her hands slid down his spine to rub his lower back.

“Hmm?” He blinked. Why was she talking? He had almost dozed off.

"Thank you." She whispered leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "For the sketch." It made her feel so amazing. It made her feel so beautiful.

“Thanks for the inspiration.” He turned his head and smiled at her. “Just wait till I will set it on canvas.”

Maria smiled and kissed his cheek. "Tired now?" She asked. She was sleepy too, she wouldn't object to sleeping for a few more hours.

“Mhmm.” He closed his eyes again. He’d still eat something, but it could wait.

She pulled the blankets farther up over them and laid down beside him, and snuggled up close. "Sleep well baby." She murmured softly letting her eyes slip shut.

“Mmmhm, too,” he mumbled and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer into his body. He frowned a little because her skin was so much colder than his, but he soon forgot about it and drifted off to sleep.

She opened her eyes a little and looked at him for a moment and kissed his forehead before closing her eyes again and slipping off to sleep.

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Chapter Ten

Michael woke up a few hours later feeling rather sick. He turned around, not able to lie on his stomach any longer but careful as to not wake Maria up. He needed food. Badly. He glanced at her still softly snoring next to him. He didn’t want to leave her alone again though. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. He couldn’t always eat so much.

Maria rolled over and snuggled deep into the pillow. She knew that she needed to wake up, but sleeping was so much nicer.

He watched her roll over with a flicker of hope but then shook his head when she made no move to get up. He chuckled. Figures. He rolled his eyes and sat up after all. He really needed to eat something now. He silently got up and then placed his pillow into the space where he had been before he went to search for his pants.

She rolled over again and felt the soft pillow. "Michael." She whined. Was he sketching her again? Maria opened one eye, then the other and saw him standing up. "What are you doing?" She asked through her yawn.

“Getting food.” He shrugged. “In the long run.” Right now he was getting dressed.

"Oh." She murmured and buried her face in his pillow. She could smell him. It made her smile a little. "Want to bring me something?" She was starting to get hungry.

“We could go get something?” Okay, they had said they’d go out when they got the results, but he craved a burger. “Nothing fancy, just a diner or some fast food place.”

"That requires me getting out of bed." She turned her head and looked at him with a small smile.

“Yes.” He smirked and took a step closer, tempted to pull away her blanket. But it was her free day and if she wanted to spend it in bed… “I could go out and bring you something.”

He was so sweet. "You're sweet." She voiced her thought. "Would you really do that for me?"

“Sure.” Michael shrugged. “We can re-heat it in the microwave.”

Maria sat up and crawled across the bed on her knees. She held her hands out to him. "God I love you." She laughed, not realizing what she had said. "But you don't have to, I'll get my lazy ass out of bed, and I'll come with you. I'd get lonely here anyways."

He smiled and took her hands in his, kissing her slowly. “If you keep crawling like this I won’t let you.” His eyelid twitched. And there was something else, other than her looking so damn sexy. His mind had trouble focusing and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to go there. She had just said it because he’d bring her food. It was casual. Like a thank you. Yeah. Yeah… He shouldn’t get his hopes up too much.

She smiled and kissed him back lightly. "Alright, I will get dressed, and we can go."

“Good.” He nodded. “Hurry.” His stomach was growling again, further distracting him from what she had said. She didn’t behave as if it had meant anything, so yeah, it didn’t. He kissed the tip of her nose and then turned to grab a shirt out of his bag.

Maria jumped off the bed and grabbed her clothes. She rushed into the bathroom to get dressed and clean herself up. As she started to get dressed it occurred to her what she said. I love you. Maria froze. It scared her that she thought she meant it. She may not be head over heels for him, but she was in the stage that she didn't know what she would do without him. But he didn't say anything, so maybe he didn't notice?

Michael pulled his shirt over his head and then tried to get out the wrinkles. Maybe it was time to ask her if he could get some space in her closet. In the movies it was always the other way round and the woman had to beg the man to get some space. Now he finally understood how much that sucked.

She finished getting ready, washed her face, brushed her hair and then her teeth. Maybe he didn't notice? Maria opened the door and looked at Michael. "Okay, I'm ready."

“For the future that has to go faster.” He shook his head scoldingly but then smirked. “You look great, baby.” He walked over to her and kissed her cheek, then rushed past her to do a quick bathroom check as well.

Maria smiled and slid on her shoes and glanced at the sketchpad again. She couldn't help but smile. And he saw her in such a beautiful way.

Michael quickly used the toilet and fixed his hair, then he joined her in the bedroom again. “Alright, I’m ready too.” He smiled but then had a flashback of earlier. Her crawling on her hands and knees, saying ‘I love you’. His smile grew. In his head she looked him directly in the eye and just said those three words, nothing else.

She smiled at him. "I love your drawings. They are so beautiful." Maria smiled at him.

He cocked his head, trying to focus back on the real her. “Yeah? I can, uh, trade you one for a little space in your closet.” He bit his lip and passed his hand through his hair.

"Huh? Oh, you don't have to do that, there is plenty of room in the closet for your stuff, maybe even in my dresser. But hey, if you want to give me drawings for space, I'm more than happy to make a deal." Maria smirked and kissed him softly. "You should have said something sooner."

“I’ve only now gotten more stuff.” He shrugged. And before it didn’t really matter how his clothes looked. But now if he went back to teaching, he couldn’t look all scruffy anymore. He’d soon have to shave again too. “Thanks.” There. No big deal. It was always worse in the movies, but then again, if it was the other way round… no, he’d give her space too. But only her. With some random girl he wouldn’t be so sure. But not like he’d ever get into that situation now.

"You are very welcome." She smiled and grabbed his hand. "But food now, closet space later."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smirked back and led her out of the apartment, grabbing his jacket on the way.

Maria smiled brightly at him. "Good." She winked and walked with him down to the elevator and leaned against him as they waited for it. She said that she loved him. She couldn't get over that.

“Maybe we should take the stairs…” Michael scratched his eyebrow. It was just too tempting in there.

"Stairs are good… faster." Maria agreed. The elevator was too convenient. They could just lean up against the wall and … get caught again.

He nodded and flashed her a grin. “Yeah, faster too.” He tugged on her hand and then walked down the stairs with her. They wouldn’t have been able to finish anyways, since they were going out and not coming back.

She smiled and hurried with him down the stairs and out the front door. "Okay, so where do you want to eat?"

“Wherever I can get burgers, that’s not your diner.” He figured she wouldn’t want to go there on her free day.

"Okay." She laughed a little and tugged on his hand, pulling him down the street.

“Oh, and it should be fast.” He couldn’t stand to wait half an hour for his burger, even if it would most likely taste better than a fast one.

"It's fast, don't worry." Maria leaned into him a little as they walked. She chewed on her lip a little, wondering if she should mention the 'I love you' or just let it be ignored.

“Great.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and smiled down at her. “I’m glad you came along after all.” He didn’t like being parted with her even just for a few minutes. It would be so hard to go back to university.

"Me too, I would have been so bored and alone, and probably cold at my apartment without you. But being here with you, it makes me happy." She smiled and sighed contentedly.

His smile grew. Maybe she meant it after all. “Maria? It makes me happy too.” He brushed a soft kiss across her temples.

Maria looked up at him and smiled a little. "Good 'cause I want you to be happy."

“Yeah, ditto.” He rubbed his hand over her arm. “And you know what else would make me really happy right now?”

"What?" She asked with a smile.

“Burgers.” He sighed. “Cheeseburgers. And fries. And a coke.”

"Yeah, that sounds good." Maria looked up. "It's right there." She said pointing to the diner at the end of the block. "Their burgers are really good."

“Great.” Michael smiled and picked up his pace, tugging on her hand to make her keep up with him. Hmm, he could almost smell them now. It made his mouth water.

She couldn't help but laugh a little at his eagerness. But she was absolutely starving too. "I want the biggest, fattiest burger they've got." Maria grinned.

“I want at least three of ‘em.” He grinned back and opened the door for her when they finally reached the diner. He quickly spotted a smaller booth in the back, but not so far away that the waitress wouldn’t see them. “Perfect.” He tugged on her hand again and led her to it.

"Perfect." She agreed and slid into the booth. It was nice, and cozy. Just the two of them in their own little space.

He sat down across from her and snatched the menu. “Burgers, burgers… ah, here.” He quickly scrolled through the list, deciding on the double cheeseburgers, then he held it out for her.

"Oh, the big combo meal…" She pointed to the one at the bottom. "Double cheeseburger, with fries and a milkshake." She pondered for a moment. "I want chocolate."

“Combo meal?” He snatched the menu back. “You think I can order three of those?”

Maria laughed a little. "You get free refills on the fries."

“With everything or just with the combo menus?”

"Everything, if you order something that comes with fries, you get fries till you say no more." Maria rested her cheek against her hand and rested her elbow on the table and watched him.

“Sweet.” He placed the menu back where it belonged and looked out for the waitress. “How do I get her to come here the fastest?”

"Be patient baby, she'll be here in a few minutes I'm sure." Maria glanced up and saw a waitress and smiled at her as she walked over to their table.

"Hi there, what can I get for you two today?"

“Burgers, fast.” Michael tried to give her a sweet smile. “I’ll take three double cheeseburgers with fries and a cherry cola.”

"I'll have the double cheeseburger combo with a chocolate shake." Maria smiled, the waitress nodded and left a moment later after writing down their orders.

As soon as the waitress had left, he leaned down close to Maria. “Are they fast here?”

"Faster than my work." She smiled at him.

“Good.” He smiled back. “Though at your place the waitresses are prettier.”

Maria blushed and looked down at the table as she smiled. "Michael." He was so sweet.

“What? I wasn’t talking about you.” He winked.

"Hey!" She leaned across the table and smacked him on the arm. "You jerk." She laughed.

He chuckled and rubbed his arm. “But the waitresses here are nicer.”

Maria huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and sat back in her seat. "That's it, no more sex for you tonight." She stuck her lower lip out in a dramatic pout.

Michael laughed. “Yeah, like you can keep that threat.” She couldn’t, could she?

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't think I can?" She was sure that she probably couldn't, but it didn't hurt to threaten him with it.

“Nope.” He leaned back and smirked. “Not with me.”

"Well, let's just see then." Maria smirked. Last time she had lost. And that was just five minutes.

“Deal.” He was still smirking, but then cocked his head and frowned a little. “What about the eating ice cream off your body? Does that count?”

"Yes, because I know that would lead to sex." She wagged her finger at him. "No, no. None for you."

“What? Now it’s not only no sex, it’s no touching either?” His face fell. How was he going to get her to have sex then?

"We can touch… but not in a sexual way." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back.

"Yeah? Where is that? Your toes?" Though he had read about that once, how a special massage there could stimulate other parts of your body. Oh, feet. That was nice. He'd be willing to touch her there in a "non-sexual way".

Maria stuck her tongue out at him. "We can hold hands… You want to give me a foot massage that is fine with me." She smiled.

“Great.” He smirked. Oh yeah, he would find the right spots. He was good with that. “A foot rub it is then.”

She smiled at him. That was a good plan. She could prove him wrong and get an amazing foot rub at the same time.

He was about to take her and in his, when their drinks arrived, and the waitress promised their food would be ready in a minute. “If that’s true, they’re really fast here.” Michael smiled at Maria and squeezed her hand.

"Told you so." Maria laced their fingers together.

He stroked his thumb over her knuckles and looked into her eyes. “I promise you I’ll make you cave in no time.”

She shook her head a little, looking into his eyes. "No… you won't." She was determined to resist him and all of his charms.

Michael laughed. “Oh yes, I will.” He took her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, flicking his tongue out to tickle her skin briefly.

"That isn't fair." She whispered feeling his tongue. But she had no desire to pull her hand away.

“What? Just touching your hand. That’s allowed, right?” He tickled her palm with his fingers and was about to plant another kiss on the back, when the waitress came back with their food and he reluctantly had to let go of her. Damn. Now he would have gladly waited a few minutes more.

"It's still not fair." She pulled her hand back quickly and hid them under the table as the waitress set their food in front of them.

“You can’t just change the rules as you please.” He picked up a fry and wagged it at her before popping it into his mouth. “That’s not fair either.”

"I didn't change any rules. I just said what you were doing wasn't fair." She pouted and slowly pulled one of her hands out from under the table and grabbed a fry off her plate.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” As long as it would ultimately make her cave. But right now there was an even more important task lying in front of him. Three delicious looking double cheeseburgers and a load of fries. He grinned and picked up his burger, taking a huge bite out of it.

Maria frowned and busied herself with eating. Suddenly realizing how hungry she was and quickly devoured the meal in front of her.

Michael had just finished his second burger when Maria was all done with hers. “You should have ordered more.” He pushed a few of his fries onto her plate, considering asking the waitress for a refill.

She shook her head. "It's fine Michael, I got plenty to eat." She pushed his fries back onto his plate.

“Remember you will need your strength later, when I will be…” He leaned closer to her and drowned his voice to a whisper. “… fucking you long and hard.”

Maria shuddered and bit down hard on her lip, instantly feeling the wetness between her legs, and the ache in her belly. "You suck." She muttered softly.

“Yeah, I think that I’ll be doing too.” He winked. “As will you.“ Michael wiggled his eyebrows and took a sip of his cherry coke before starting on his last burger.

"No." She shook her head quickly. "You won't and neither will I." What was her reason for saying no to all of this again, she couldn't for the life of her remember why she didn't want Michael fucking her senseless.

“We’ll see.” Michael mumbled with his mouth full and nudged her under the table. “You sure you don’t want any more fries?”

Maria nodded faintly, not paying attention to what he was saying. Visions of him, naked and in bed were running through her head.

He smirked. He knew that expression by now. This was almost too easy. He might not even need the foot rub anymore.

She narrowed her eyes at his smirk. "Stop it." She hissed at him and leaned back in her seat again. "Not happening Michael." Maria stuck her tongue out at him once again.

“Yeah, you just keep saying that.” He kept up his smirk and washed the last of his burger down with the coke.

Maria finished off her milkshake and shook her head. "You won't convince me otherwise."

“You know, if we hadn’t said we weren’t gonna bet anymore, I’d have offered you one now.” He ate a few more fries.

She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "What kind?"

“I dunno… if you win and we won’t have any sex today, you’ll get something, and I get something when I win.” He shrugged. “Something other than the sex I will get anyways.”

Maria chewed on her lip thinking about it. "Hmm yeah… that could work out better. Since it isn't about having more sex. So of course we would cave for that one. So… if you're up for it, it's a deal."

“So if I get you to fuck me today I will get whatever I want?” He cocked his head.

She nodded a little. "Yeah. That is the deal. And if I don't, I get whatever I want. Midnight, of course, would be the deadline."

Michael quickly checked his watch. It was 6.45 p.m., so more than enough time to convince her. “Deal.” He held his hand out for her.

She eyed his hand for a moment before pulling hers out from under the table and extending it across to shake his.

They shook hands and after the appropriate time, Michael stopped shaking, but didn’t let go of her hand. Instead he was stroking over her knuckles again.

"Stop that." She pulled her hand back quickly. Michael had the unfair advantage. She wanted him all the time.

“Alright, fine.” He held his hands out defensively and instead ate the last of his fries. “Wanna watch a movie later?”

Maria nodded a little. "Sure." The waitress came and dropped of the check and Maria reached into her purse to get out some money.

Michael was about to protest, but then shrugged it off. He just didn’t have the money to always pay for their food and he had paid for breakfast. But that made him remember rent again. “Hey, Maria? Remind me to write you a check for the rent later.”

She looked at him and shook her head. "No." She put the money on the end of the table with the check and threw some in the center for the tip. "It isn't a big deal Michael, so don't worry about it."

“Come on, I will have to pay you sooner or later.” He tapped his fingers on the table. It wasn’t right if she just continued to pay all of it. Unless she did that to stay independent and be able to kick him out again anytime she wanted to.

"Michael, it really isn't that much, it isn't a big deal. Don't worry about it." She didn't want him to freak out over having to pay her. She'd managed fine paying the bills on her own until then, she could keep doing it.

“But I do. I just don’t… don’t want to give you any reason to…” He trailed off and passed his hands through his hair. “Nevermind.”

She shook her head quickly. "What?" Maria reached over and grabbed his hand. "What Michael?"

“I just don’t want to…” He looked down at the table. “I want to stay.”

"Of course you're staying Michael, I don't want you to leave… you think that by not paying rent that it would what…? Entitle me to just kick you out whenever I want?" That hurt. They'd only been together a little over a week. But it seemed like so much longer. "I wouldn't do that. I don't want you to go anywhere, I want you to stay living with me." Her jaw trembled a little and she looked down at the table, pulling her hand back from his.

“So then let me pay.” He quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling it back and squeezing it. “Please, Maria. It would make me feel better.”

"Okay." She relented. "I just don't want you to feel forced. That just because you're living with me, you have to pay rent."

Michael shook his head. “You know, you’re so not like any other person I know.” He squeezed her hand again and smiled at her. She was way too good for this world. It was a wonder she hadn’t been wildly exploited because of that.

"Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?" She asked with a small smile.

“It’s a good thing for me.” He smiled and kissed her hand, then let go of her. This wasn’t about the sex game, this was just because he was grateful. “And now since you have me, it’s not a bad thing for you anymore either.”

She laughed softly and shook her head. "Having you is a pretty good thing for me too. And not just for your reasons."

“Yeah? What else is there?” He raised an eyebrow.

"You make me happy." She smiled at him.

Michael blushed and couldn’t avoid the big goofy grin that was spreading over his face. “Thanks, baby. You make me happy too. From the moment I met you, you did nothing but make my life better.”

"Always here to help." Maria reached over and squeezed his hand. "Let's get out of here, go home." She let go of his hand and slid out of the booth and stood up.

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Chapter Eleven

“Shouldn’t we grab a video first?” He got up as well and checked the booth to see if they hadn’t forgotten anything. He spotted a few loose fries around his plate and quickly snatched them up.

"Yeah, the video place isn't far." She held her hand out to him, wanting to hold onto his hand.

“Good.” He interlaced their fingers and stayed close to her as they left the diner. “I want some nice, juicy movie.” One that would help in his cause to seduce her.

"I want some sweet romantic chick flick." She pouted at him and leaned into him a little. That wasn't fair. He was going to make her crazy.

“One with lots of sex?” He raised his eyebrow. “I am just thinking, maybe we can learn something.” He chuckled under his breath.

She laughed a little. "Maybe. We'll see what they have." She walked with him down the sidewalk and pulled him across the street.

“Yeah.” He smirked at her. But the more he thought about it, the more he rather wanted to watch some nice action movie. He’d get her with or without porn. And maybe he’d actually get her easier without it. She was a woman. Women were supposed to find that rather disgusting.

Maria held onto his hand as they walked into the video store and pulled him over to the romance section. She hummed and looked over the titles.

But then again, if it got her humming, maybe it was worth watching one of her movies. “Just please don’t pick one where they all die.”

She pouted and then smirked at him. "You're no fun." She laughed and went back to looking at the movies before picking one up. "Here, sex scenes, romance, and no one dies. Happy?" She asked.

He snatched the box from her and looked at the pics. “I dunno… the actress doesn’t look very hot.” He bit back his grin.

"Hey!" Maria yanked the movie back from him and stuck her tongue out. "Then I think it is the perfect movie." Especially if there was partial nudity.

Michael chuckled. It was just fun to tease her. “Can’t pick one with a blonde with big, fake boobs?”

She slapped his arm and huffed. "No." She hissed at him and started for the counter.

“Aw, but I’m finding those even more unattractive than the actress in that flick you picked now.” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek.

She looked at him and growled. "You suck." She muttered before smiling a little.

“I know.” He grinned and kissed her cheek again noisily before letting go of her because they had reached the counter.

Maria laughed softly and shook her head. She put the movie on the counter and waited for the guy behind the counter to ring it up and gave him a few bucks before he put the movie in a bag. "Have a nice night." He said and Maria grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him out of the building.

“Thanks, we sure will.” Michael winked at the clerk and then wrapped his arm around Maria again. Part of him knew that if he kept this up, he might not, but it was just too much fun to see her reactions.

"Michael!" She gasped and smacked his chest. Not that she was shy about having sex with him, but random people were not supposed to know. "Oh no you won't."

“Oh yes, I will.” He nuzzled her cheek and then opened the door for her. “And then you’re gonna do something for me. Whatever I want.”

"No." Maria pouted a little. "I will not."

“And you know, just to get an extra little gratification I will have you beg me to fuck you.” He had leaned close and whispered in her ear now and then used the opportunity to nip at her earlobe.

She shuddered and shook her head before quickly stepping away from him. "No. I won't." She told him. Trying to convince him that he was wrong. Though he was probably right.

“Keep this up and I’ll have you begging me for a long, long time.” He took her hand in his to keep her from straying away too far.

Maria held onto his hand, but decided not to respond. She couldn't. No sex. She was determined. He wouldn't win this one.

“Yeah, good choice.” He gave her a triumphal smirk and squeezed her hand. This was too easy.

"Shush." She huffed and walked with him down the sidewalk back towards the apartment.

He chuckled again but stayed quiet till they passed an ice cream vendor he hadn’t spotted before. “How about some dessert, since I won’t be getting any when we’re back?”

Maria glanced over and couldn't help but smile a little. "Okay, ice cream sounds good." She leaned into him a little and walked with him over to the ice cream vendor. "What kind do you want?" She asked him.

“Pistachio.” He smiled. “I love pistachio.”

"Ohh that sounds good." She smiled and agreed. "I'll have that too."

“Really?” Isabel had never… He bit his lip. He had to stop doing that. “Cool.” He smiled back and took out his wallet before ordering their ice cream cones.

Maria took the cone the vendor handed her and flicked her tongue out over it. "Yum."

Michael narrowed his eyes and almost dropped his own cone. Damn, stupid game. If he really lost, he’d spontaneously combust. He groaned and looked away, then put his wallet back in his pocket and took a first taste of the ice as well. “Hmm, yeah.”

She extended her hand towards him as she held her cone with the other and ran her tongue over the frozen ice cream. She'd seen the look on Michael's face when she licked it the first time, and she resisted the urge to smirk.

“I’ll have you begging on your knees.” He growled again and took her hand in his, wanting her closer.

"No, but I think I will have you begging." She kept him at a slight distance as they walked down the sidewalk with their ice cream.

“Would that help?” He cocked his head and tried to get closer to her again.

Maria wandered farther from him each time he got closer. She looked over and smiled at him. "Do you? I'll have you begging, and I'll deny you." It would be a complete test of wills. Could she actually do it?

“Damn, you are truly evil.” He narrowed his eyes and glared at her, then took another lick of his ice cream. At least he got the satisfaction that came with pistachio.

"I know." Maria smiled sweetly at him and then focused back on her ice cream. It really did taste good.

“You know, I could just tie you up and have my way with you. Maybe gag you too, then you couldn’t protest.” He raised an eyebrow and hid his smirk behind the cone.

"Then you would automatically be disqualified from the contest and I would win because that would be against my will." Maria stated matter-o-factly.

“Yeah, but the question is, will I care?” He winked and finally succeeded in pulling her close, and he quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulders with their hands still joined.

"You're a cheater." She huffed quietly and leaned into him a little. Safe against his side.

“Nah, I guess I’d admit that you won, then.” He shrugged. “But of course this all won’t matter, because I will get you to beg me anyways.”

"Oh no you won’t." Maria smiled and then ran her tongue around the outside of her ice cream, while watching Michael through her lashes.

He let out a frustrated howl and had to look away again. Dammit. She was making him painfully hard and he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on seducing her anymore. He already wasn’t, or he’d be doing the same to her right now. But it took him all the concentration he had left to eat his ice the normal way.

They walked back to the apartment and Maria released his hand to pull open the door and then push the button when they arrived at the elevator.

“At least now we can’t scare any old ladies.” Michael smirked and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

She nodded in agreement. "Yes. Scaring poor little old ladies is a bad thing." She smirked a little and stepped inside the elevator when it opened.

“But it’s fun.” He smirked and stepped inside as well, crowding her. He pushed his arms against the wall and looked down at her.

"Stop that." Maria whispered softly stepping back from him and bumping into the wall.

“What? I’m not touching you.” He moved in even closer, spreading his legs a bit too.

"No… but… that isn't fair." She breathed out. It wasn't fair that he could do this to her, to make her feel so weak.

“Yeah? Well, you should have thought about this when we made the rules. Now it’s too late to add to it, you keep forgetting that.” He leaned down even closer, almost brushing his lips over her skin, but not really touching her.

Maria could feel his breath, and she held hers. Her mouth opened part way and she let her eyes slip shut. "You can't…"

“What? Kiss you?” He sighed and closed his eyes, breathing her in. “No, I guess I can’t. Unless you agree to it.”

"It's not sex." She whispered. She wanted him. So desperately. Her knees gave out and she brought her hands up to rest on his sides to steady herself.

“So I am allowed to kiss you?” If she said no, he’d just ignore it. Yes, he would. He silently groaned again.

If he kissed her she knew that she would loose. She wouldn't be able to resist him. The elevator let out a 'ding' and saved her from herself. Maria ducked down under his arm and slipped out from between him and the wall and hurried out the elevator door. "No… you're not." She walked quickly down the hall to the apartment and fumbled with her keys.

Michael banged his head against the wall and then followed her. “Dammit.” He sighed and waited for her to open the door. “Nervous?”

"No." Maria shook her head and finally shoved the key in the lock and wrenched the door open. Quickly she walked inside and threw her purse on the table and walked around and sat down on the couch.

“So we’re watching the movie?” Michael asked and stepped out of his shoes. Would save time later.

"Yeah." Maria nodded and pulled her knees up to her chest, sitting on the farthest side of the couch, away from Michael. She didn't quite know what she was trying to prove. If it was to him, or to herself. Maybe just that she could resist. Or maybe that their relationship wasn't just about sex.

It is what happened right after they met, and it has continued to happen a lot since then. Was it just lust? Or could it actually be something more than that?

He watched her and shook his head. “Aw, come on. I promise to behave, okay?” He put the video tape inside the player and switched on the TV, then sat down next to her.

She eyed him cautiously before scooting closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder. Could they spend time together, and it not be about sex? Could they have a real relationship?

Michael smiled and wrapped an arm around her. “See? I don’t bite.”

"Yes you do." Maria smirked a little and snuggled into his side.

He laughed. “But only if you want me to.” He glanced at her and kissed her cheek. “Alright, let’s watch the movie.” Maybe it would distract him from being painfully hard. He adjusted his pants. But he still had a few hours before midnight, so he could let her watch the movie in peace.

She smiled a little and grabbed the remote and hit play before snuggling closer to him and focusing on the movie.

The movie actually had him entranced even though he’d refuse to admit it. But that just made him squirm through the sex scenes all the worse. He wanted that too. Right now.

Maria watched the movie, but as the end neared, her eyes got heavier and heavier. As the credits started to roll her eyes slid shut and she sighed contentedly. "Hmm." She hummed softly and wrapped her arms tighter around his waist.

Michael frowned and glanced at her. How could she sleep through this movie? It was good! "You're not cheating on me by sleeping till midnight."

"No… I know, I'm not." She murmured forcing her eyes open. Maria sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. "I'm awake…"

He sighed and pushed another loose strand out of her face which she had missed. “How about I give you that foot rub now?”

"You really don't have to Michael." Though she would love it if he did.

“No, please. I want to.” He smiled at her. It would either get her awake or have her falling asleep. Then he could still say she cheated later.

Maria smiled at him and nodded. "Okay." She sat back on the couch, leaning against the arm and pulled her sandals off and dropped them to the floor and set them against his thigh.

“Tell me if anything feels off, okay?” He looked at her and then took one of her feet between his hands, rubbing over her sole carefully.

She nodded and smiled again. "Hmmm so far so good." She murmured.

“Good.” He smiled as well and applied a bit more pressure, working her foot from her toes to the end and then repeating the process a few times. Now where had those points been again?

Maria couldn't help but moan softly. It felt so nice. She could feel it all the way up to her head, the relaxing massage.

Michael’s ears perked up. Maybe he was close to the right spots finally. He concentrated rubbing the area right under her big toe and the toe itself. “You know, I can also turn this into a full body massage.”

"That sounds… nice. But … ohhh I don't trust you." She murmured and shifted slightly on the couch. "You'll touch me in inappropriate places, and get me all hot and bothered, and that is cheating."

“Well, if it’s a full body massage, I’ve gotta touch you everywhere.” He winked. And dammit, this was not working. Maybe it was the other foot? He let go of the one he was rubbing so far and picked up the other.

Maria nodded. That would really be a true test if she could resist him, if she allowed him to touch her everywhere. "Okay." She murmured softly.

“Really? You want a full body massage?” Michael was so surprised, he dropped her foot and just stared at her.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm still not having sex with you though."

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” But she would never be able to resist his magic fingers. Unless he had lost the magic. If her feet were any indication… He sighed. “Okay, let’s head to the bedroom then though. More comfortable for you.”

Maria smiled a little. "Okay." She said and got up from the couch. "I guess for a full body massage I have to be naked too don't I?" She smirked as she walked to the bedroom, and pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor.

“Uhuh.” He gaped at her. Damn, this was going to be torture. “I think I’m going to get some lotion or stuff.” But his feet didn’t want to move. He reached down and adjusted his pants again, getting more and more tempted to just throw her on the bed and have his way with her.

"That's a good idea." She told him and unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her legs. And then Maria walked over and climbed up onto the bed. "Oh Michael." She sing-songed.

“Wh..what?” He gulped. Did he loose when he just took her? What exactly had the bet been again? And why did he care?

"You're supposed to get the lotion? Oh, there is baby oil in the cabinet in the bathroom." She really could use the massage. It would help relax her body. But could she tune out the fact that it was Michael making her feel so good?

“Right.” He gulped again. Baby oil. Hot dammit. He quickly hurried to the bathroom and back to get it. “What had been the new rules again? I can touch you anywhere, just as long as we won’t have sex?”

"Right." Maria rolled onto her stomach and pulled a pillow under her head and neck and then curled her arms under the pillow.

He looked at the baby oil in his hands again and knelt down at the edge of the bed. “How do you define sex?” He poured some out and started gently rubbing her calves.

"Penetration." She murmured and let her eyes slip shut. Already it felt so nice.

He bit his lip before he could ask where and with what, but that had been the whole reason for asking. Maybe he’d be desperate enough in a few more minutes. Maybe? Definitely. He’d definitely ask her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then concentrated on working her legs.

Maria sighed happily and tightened her arms around the pillow. "You're good at this." She told him.

“I know.” He smirked and placed a soft kiss onto her shoulder. Spreading her legs a little, he slid his hands over her thighs, careful though to stay away from her center. He would come back later.

She shuddered and a quiet moan passed her lips when she felt his fingers so close to her heat. "Ohhh."

His smirk grew and he poured some more baby oil, before skipping her butt and starting at her lower back. This was definitely working out better than the foot rub.

Maria snuggled deeper into the bed and let her body relax, loving the feel of his hands on her skin.

“All this sexual frustration has made you tense, baby.” Michael chuckled and moved to straddle her.

"And you are doing a wonderful job of releasing all that tension." She smiled and shifted slightly, getting used to his weight against her. "Such a good job, that I may not need to have sex for a few days …"

“Don’t mess with me, Maria.” He growled and massaged her shoulders a little harder.

She moaned softly and turned her head to the side. "What are you gonna do about it?"

“I don’t think you really wanna find out.” He growled again and moved down her body again, being done with her shoulders.

"Nothing that would cause you to be disqualified from this little bet would it?" She smirked a little.

“Nope. Not till twelve anyways.” He glanced at the clock. Two more hours. Damn. He sat down beside her again and finally rubbed some oil into her butt.

"Mmmmm Michael that's so good." She moaned a little dramatically. Maria really was enjoying the massage, but teasing him too made it even better.

“Yeah?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Do you want more?” He spread her cheeks and came closer and closer to her heat again. He could already feel it. God damn stupid bet.

"Hmmm… No fingers slipping into inappropriate places."

Damn, she had used the plural. “Not even one?” He pouted.

"No." She whined.

Michael chuckled again. Although this was frustrating, he knew it was just as bad for her. “Your rules.” He smacked her ass and moved off the bed. “Alright, turn around.”

Maria jumped slightly when he slapped her ass but then did as he said and rolled over onto her back and adjusted the pillow under her head. She smiled a little at him.

He licked his lips. She was just too sexy. “Alright, I should start with your legs again.” And while he was at it, he should shackle her to the bed and then… He closed his eyes. Damn, damn, damn.

She nodded in agreement and settled into the bed. "That is a very, very good idea." She smiled.

“Yeah.” He gulped and kept his gaze focused on her legs. Her long, shapely legs, which led right to where he really wanted to be rubbing her right now. And not with his fingers either. “What time is it again?”

Maria glanced towards the clock, but his fingers made her vision blurry. "I can't see." She murmured. "But hopefully almost 12…"

“You know that it can be twelve whenever you want it to be, right?” He dared to look up at her.

She looked down at him and reached her hand out towards him. "I just want to prove to myself more than anything… that we aren't just about sex. That we could be more."

“That’s what this is all about?” Michael frowned and let go of her legs and sat down on the bed instead.

"Part of it… it wasn't in the beginning…" She sat up a little and pulled a blanket up over herself, to cover her chest.

“So you’re thinking we aren’t… more?” That hurt. But yeah, why should she? They only just met and just about all they ever did was having sex.

"I don't know… I want to think that we are… but Michael… It's all just sex with us. Not that I am objecting because the sex is amazing." Tears stung her eyes. "But I want us to be … more."

“Yeah.” He nodded quickly and reached out to touch her cheek, not caring that he made it oily. “Me too.” He smiled.

Maria rested her hand on the side of his face and pulled him close to kiss him softly. That really made her happy, and made her feel a lot better. "Good."

“You know, I thought… I thought we already were more though.” At least it felt like it. You didn’t need to talk about it to have more, did you?

"To me too… but I didn't know if you felt the same …" She sighed and buried her face in his shoulder. "I care about you so much Michael… I know we've only been … together for about a week, but it feels like years. And it's something I don't want to loose."

“Me either.” He held her close, soaking the arms of his shirt in the oil on her back. “That’s why I want to pay rent. I want to stay here, with you.” If she let him. They had never set a real time frame. Maybe she wanted to be with him, but not 24/7. He’d understand. It might take some time getting used to for her, because she had been on her own all this time.

She nodded a little and tightened her arms around him. "Yeah… Okay. I understand."

“Good.” He smiled and pulled back a little, looking at her. “Good.” He nodded and stroked a strand of hair out of her face with his pinkie, careful so she wouldn’t get too oily.

Maria tilted her head back and looked up at him. "Good." She smiled. "Did I win yet?" She asked. Because now that they weren't discussing their relationship she was ever aware of the wetness between her legs.

“Nope. Unless we turn the clock an hour forward.” He smirked and sat back again. Part of him understood now why she wanted to try this, and maybe they should get along with it.

She pouted. "Damn." Maria huffed quietly and sat back with her arms over her chest, still holding the blanket part way over her body.

He chuckled. “Yeah, and just remember that you brought this all on yourself.” He grinned and picked up the bottle of baby oil again. “But I wasn’t done yet.”

She smiled a little at him. "Oh, well that is good to know…" Only one more hour… she could hold out. Really, she could.

“So… drop the blanket.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

********

Chapter Twelve

"I don't know… should I trust you?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I dunno, do you?” He cocked his head.

"Hmm… well… I suppose I can… just don't try anything funny mister." Maria hid her smirk and slowly pulled the blanket down from her chest.

“Funny? No, I hadn’t planned on being funny.” He smirked. “But now that you mention it…” As soon as the blanket was away, he started tickling her sides.

Maria screamed and laughed and tried to grab Michael's hands. "NO! Michael! Stop it!" She yelled at him and twisted in his grasp. "Oh my god!" She couldn't stop laughing. Her sides began to ache as she tried to wrestle herself away from Michael.

Michael was laughing with her for a while but then his tickles slowly subsided. He didn’t want her getting cramps. “You’re so pretty when you laugh.”

She blushed and buried her face in his chest. He made her feel pretty.

“But you always are.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just when you laugh…” He shrugged a little. “You glow.” Like when after they had sex. When she was happy. And he wanted her to be happy more than anything.

Maria smiled and looked up at him. "I'll let you in on a little secret." She lifted her head up and pressed her lips against his ear. "You make me glow." She whispered and wrapped her arms around him and let her fingers dance over his back.

He blushed but smiled. “It’s always my pleasure.” He nuzzled the side of her face and then gulped. “You should lie back down so I can finish.”

"Okay." She nodded and laid back down on the bed and looked up at Michael, watching him.

Michael gave her a small smile before spreading some oil over her stomach and rubbing it in gently. He kept going to the underside of her breasts, but not higher. A full hour… He glanced at the clock. And time was passing slowly.

Her stomach muscles trembled under his fingers. "Oh." She whispered softly and then bit her lip.

“You like it?” He rubbed over her shoulders and collarbone now.

Maria nodded a little. "Yeah." She murmured. "That feels really good."

“Good.” He massaged some oil into her arms and then finally poured some extra oil before he worked over her breasts. The slickness made it easy and his fingers just slipped over her soft skin.

She moaned and arched her back. "Ohh Michael."

“It’s allowed to touch you here, right?” He squeezed her nipples before molding her supple flesh again.

"Yesss." Maria hissed. "Oh god yes."

“Good.” He smiled and kept stimulating her. He was tempted to lean down and suckle one of her hard nipples between his lips, but that wouldn’t go so well with the baby oil. If they ever went to a sex shop, they had to pick up some edible oil. Yeah, that would be nice… He sighed.

The wetness between her legs increased ten fold as Michael continued to fondle her nipples. She couldn't help but shift her hips, and rubbing her thighs together.

Michael raised an eyebrow and squeezed her nipples extra hard. Maybe he’d get her begging before the time was over after all. He pulled his hands away and leaned back opposite from her. “Okay, all done. You should be fully relaxed now.”

Maria whimpered when he pulled back. "Michael!" She pouted. "That wasn't very nice." She rolled onto her side and looked up at him, pouting.

“What? I only left out the places you told me I couldn’t touch.” Though actually she had said he couldn’t enter. Maybe he could touch after all?

"I didn't say you couldn't touch." She rolled onto her side and looked at him. "You said you were going to give me a full body massage.”

“So you want me to rub some of this oil into the places I left out so far?” He held up the bottle again.

Maria chewed on her lip and rubbed her thighs together again. She wanted him to… but could she resist him?

“Just rubbing, no penetration.” He placed his hands on her calves and spread her legs gently, giving her the chance to keep them closed.

She parted her legs a little farther for him. "Okay." She nodded.

He smirked and poured out fresh oil before placing the bottle on the floor. He didn’t think he’d still need it now. And damn, he really wished he was naked too. It would be so nice to maybe rub up against her… and then he would get even harder and more frustrated than he already was. He checked the clock again.

Maria turned her head to the side to be able to look at him, and watch him. How was it that she could be so in love after such a short amount of time? Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it was dependence? She didn't know. But she was at a point that she didn't know what she'd do without him.

Michael slowly started rubbing the oil into her nether lips, keeping it all at a light tough and avoiding her clit. This was still supposed to be teasing. He shouldn’t give her what she really wanted right away. Besides, hey, she said she just wanted a full body rub, nothing else. “I think I’m just about done now.” He looked her dead in the eye, biting down his smirk.

She whimpered and her thighs clamped down around his hand. "That isn't fair." She whispered. It felt so good, just the soft touch. It was enough to turn her on. But at the same time, it was soothing. Maria flicked her tongue over her lips and closed her eyes part way.

“Nu-uh.” Michael shook his head. “Do I need to shackle you down?” He raised his eyebrow at her. And damn, maybe he should have done that a long time ago, then he definitely would have had her begging by now.

"But it feels so nice… " Maria opened her eyes to look up at him.

“So I won’t stop touching you, but you have to open you legs again, baby.” He smiled down at her.

She pouted a little and slowly parted her thighs again. "Okay." She murmured.

“Good girl.” He smirked and slowly stroked her again. “And you just keep remembering how this was all your idea.” His fingers slid over her flesh easily, for once because of the oil, but she was also very wet herself already. So his tries to turn her on hadn’t been all futile.

Maria nodded. "It feels so good." Her eyes slid shut and she parted her legs a little farther. "Good, good." She murmured over and over.

“Do you want more?” He brushed over her clit, checking the clock again. Still not twelve, he could still win this bet.

She wanted more. Faintly her head nodded. But at the same time, she still wanted to win this bet. If he continued what he was doing could she actually resist him?

He tweaked her clit and brought his free hand down as well, readying two fingers at her core. “More?”

Wasn't this against the rules? Maria's brow furrowed. "But…" It wasn't sex though. "I won't loose right? If I say yes?" She could feel his fingers and she wanted them inside of her.

“I dunno….” Michael cocked his head. “No, I don’t think you will.” But she would when he stopped touching her right at the brink. He smirked.

"Then yes!" Maria cried out softly. She wanted him. His fingers. More than that, but not until after 12. She had to win this.

He grinned and inserted his fingers, rubbing over her clit again at the same time. Damn, time was running out quickly now. He sped up his movements and spread his fingers, making her feel what it would be like if he would fuck her for real.

Maria's mouth opened and she cried out, pushing her hips against his fingers. "Yes!" She cried. Just what she needed. "Oh fuck." She moaned.

“Are you close?” He rubbed her clit hard and added a third finger to the ones pumping her. “Do you want to cum?”

She nodded frantically, feeling it swirling in her belly. "Yes." She moaned.

Michael grinned and pulled his hands back. “Then on your knees and beg.”

Her eyes flew open and she stared at him. "What?" Her voice cracked, laced with pleasure, and loss. "What?! That's not…" The bastard. He was doing it on purpose. She wanted pleasure. He wanted her to loose. She narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head. "I'm not begging for you…" Maria brought her hand up to rest against her stomach lightly, trailing circles while she watched Michael. Slowly she moved her fingers down between her legs. "I can take care of it myself."

“Oh no, you won’t.” Michael caught her hands with his and held them up, away from her body. Damn! He hadn’t thought of that. “You’re either begging me, or not getting off at all.”

"You can't do that! There were no rules made about pleasuring myself!" Maria tried to pull her hands back from him.

“Yeah, so I can say you can’t.” He gave her a look and checked the clock yet again. In two minutes she had won. Well, fuck. But he’d still have her begging no matter what. This was a question of honor now.

"Damn you!" Maria yelled at him, and tried to yank her hands back. "You can't do that!"

He scratched his eyebrow, tempted to just give up after all. He didn’t want her so angry with him. Or was this just frustration? He couldn’t be sure. Dammit! “Yes, I…” His voice faltered slightly and he quickly cleared his throat. “I can.” Yes, he could. And if she was really mad, he’d make it up to her later.

Maria continued to try and get her hands away from him. “Michael.” She whined. That wasn’t fair. “You can’t!” She was desperate for release and Michael was denying her that.

“I’ll tell you what. You can cum without even begging, but it will be while I am fucking you.” He glanced at the clock. That way he’d still win.

“No!” She yelped. Then he’d win. She quickly pulled her legs together and clamped her thighs together as tightly as she could. He couldn’t win. She had to win this.

Michael sighed frustrated. Now he couldn’t even tease her some more. “Fine. That you will get to wait a long, looong time.” He let go of her and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He didn’t really have time for this, but damn, his fingers were still slippery.

Maria moaned in frustration and sat up, pulling the blanket around herself. “You… aren’t nice.” She pouted at him and then smirked a little and darted her own hand under the blanket to touch herself. Maybe he wouldn’t notice…

“Drop the blanket.” He raised his eyebrow.

“Make me.” She whispered as her fingers skimmed over her clit. Her mouth fell open part way and she let out a soft moan.

He took a hold of it and quickly ripped it away, shaking his head when he saw where her hand was. As if he wouldn’t have already known. But actually, this was good. It gave him time to get out of his pants. “Maria…” He warned her, but he knew it would take a little bit more to get her to cum.

“Oh buzz off.” She muttered, her eyes falling shut partially. Her breathing started to become more and more labored and her fingers started to work faster and faster over her wet heat.

He watched her closely and fumbled with his pants. If he wouldn’t get them off quickly, not only would she cum, but he’d probably do so as well. This was just so god damn sexy, cheating or not. As soon as he managed to have them down at his ankles, he quickly reached over and snatched her hand away again. “Nu-uh. Bad girl.”

She cried out loudly and used her other hand to slap his arm. “Michael! I was so close!” Her hips were rocking faintly of their own accord. God she was hot. “That is not fair!” She yelled at him once again.

“No, this whole damn bet isn’t.” He was doing everything to make her break, and it just wouldn’t fucking work. He sighed and stepped out of his pants and onto the bed, rolling on top of her. He caught her other arm too and held them out above her head. “So, wanna cum now?”

That wasn’t fair either. “Yes.” She whispered with tears of frustration in her eyes. Her body was hot, and she needed completion, and Michael was the only one that could give that to her. Maria buried her face in his shoulder and clenched her eyes shut. So much for winning the bet.

Michael moved his hips into hers and groaned when his dick brushed against her wet folds. “And you want me to fuck you now?”

She shuddered and nodded. “Yes.” She whispered.

He smiled. He could live with that. He’d get her begging on her knees some other day. His face fell though when he glanced at the clock again. “Fuck!” It was one minute past midnight already. And fuck again! He should have just kept his mouth shut and she would have never found out.

Maria quickly opened her eyes and looked at the clock. After midnight. A small smile spread across her lips. “I win.” She murmured. “Now would you please just fuck me!”

“No.” Michael pouted. “Now I want you to beg me.” He rolled onto his back. He had held out so long, a few more minutes wouldn’t kill him.

She pouted, but rolled onto her side and kissed his chest. “Please?” She glanced at him through her lashes. “Pretty, pretty please?” Maria started to kiss a trail down his chest, flicking her tongue out against his skin. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” She raised an eyebrow and smirked a little.

“A cherry and whipped cream?” He had to smirk again. He had lost, so what? Technically he had won, because she had asked him to fuck her when she thought it was… And ah, whatever.

“Anything you want baby.” Maria smiled at him and moved back up his body to kiss him softly. “What do you say? Will you grant me the privilege of feeling you inside of me?”

Michael chuckled. “I like the way you’re asking.” He placed his hands on her waist and made her straddle him.

She smiled and wiggled in his lap for a moment, making herself comfortable before leaning in to kiss him again. “Yeah? So does that mean you’ll fuck me?”

“I think you’re in a better position to fuck me.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and brushed his fingers through her hair. So soft. He liked the way it fell around her shoulders when she was on top.

“Good point. So then… is that a yes?” Maria rocked her hips, feeling him brush against her wetness.

“Do you want me to beg you now?” He groaned again and pushed upwards to get more friction.

She smiled. “I wouldn’t object… but no, you don’t have to.” God damn that felt good. She could feel his dick rubbing against her and she wanted him inside of her, pounding away, giving her the amazing release she was craving.

“So…” He stroked a finger up and down her front. “What are we waiting for then?”

“Absolutely nothing.” She slid her hand between them and wrapped it around his length before slowly sliding down. Maria’s head fell back and she moaned out loud. “Oh Michael.”

“Fuck, Maria!” He had to close his eyes and let out a deep moan. “So good. Always so good.” But now it was almost even better. Because it had been way too damn long.

She started to move; she braced her hands on his shoulders and began moving her hips, slowly at first, then steadily increasing the pace. Maria was already so wet, and ready to cum, she didn’t want to have to wait. “Michael.” She whimpered.

He gulped. Damn, he couldn’t be already this close. That wasn’t cool. He should be able to fuck her for a full hour, but all that teasing… “Maria…” He dropped a hand to her clit and rubbed it quickly.

“Yes!” She screamed, her hips slammed wildly against his as her orgasm tore through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her body curled forward, towards Michael’s. That is what she had wanted all night. Incredible orgasms that made her body hum.

“Fuck, Maria!” Michael yelled out her name and came as well, once again loosing his seed deep inside of her, without having used a condom. But he couldn’t worry about this right now, he was way too spent. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

Maria collapsed on top of him and buried her face in his chest as she tried to breathe. “Oh god Michael that was… oh god.” Tears welled up in her eyes, because it was perfect. She felt complete.

“It was.” He sighed in contentment. “But you know, you’re an evil tease.” They could have had this way sooner already. “But I still love you.”

She smiled and held him tighter, then her eyes opened quickly. Maybe it was just the same casual way she said it earlier? But she was pretty sure she had meant it. Maria didn’t know if she should acknowledge it, or ignore it, or just hold onto it. She lifted her head up and looked at him.

Michael bit his lip. Oh shi.t! Had he just really said that? He hadn’t meant it like that, it was just… he just… he meant it just like that. But he couldn’t handle her turning him down on this. It was too early, he knew that. He would screw this all up by being too clingy. He cupped her face and quickly pulled her down for a deep kiss.

Maria kissed him back passionately and curled her arms around his shoulders. “Michael.” She murmured softly.

He smiled and rolled them over carefully, because they were still joined. The friction caused him to re-harden a bit and he ground his hips into hers to help it along. He had to distract her with sex, then they couldn’t talk about it. Or maybe they wouldn’t need to, because she hadn’t noticed. Or she was just pretending, much as he had been a little earlier… Maybe… maybe she thought just the same?

She moaned and pushed her hips into his. “Oh.” She whispered. That felt good. Knowing that they were still joined together. She wished they could stay like that always. Maria kissed him softly and touched his cheek before mating their foreheads together.

He took a deep breath before looking into her eyes. He loved her, there was no denying it anymore. How did that happen so quickly? But she was just so incredibly perfect. Sweet and sexy, and kind. And beautiful and hot. And just everything. So much more than Isabel had been. How could he have ever thought he loved her? He frowned a little and then kissed Maria again. So much better.

She kissed him back softly and brushed her fingers through his hair and then closed her eyes. They weren’t going to say anything about the ‘I love you’ so she would just ignore it for now, but hold onto it. “We should probably rest.”

“Maybe.” He nodded and thrust his hips into hers again. He still wasn’t fully hard yet, dammit. “Or we could give it another go?” Though rest sounded rather good. What the hell was wrong with him?

Maria moaned quietly. That felt really good too. “That sounds pretty good too.” Feeling him rocking half hard inside of her felt oddly amazing. Calming but arousing. She didn’t ever want to loose him.

Michael smiled and kissed her softly. His whole body was pleasantly tingling. This feeling he only got very, very few times, mostly when he could stay in bed longer and it was just all feeling good. “So what do I have to do now, though?”

“What do you want to do?” She asked smiling a little at him. Intense. It was so intense. Everything about everything they did together.

“No.” He smirked and kissed the tip of her nose. “I meant since I lost the bet, what I have to do now?”

“Oh… that.” She smiled and touched his cheek. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Oh, okay.” He cocked his head. If it was too evil, he could still say that technically, he won. Or maybe they could call it a tie… “Take your time.” He nodded and then moved again, feeling himself getting harder, finally.

Maria moaned and pushed her hips against his. “Ohhh… okay.” As long as he kept touching her like this she couldn’t think of anything but him.

“You know that we could have had this much sooner, right?” He couldn’t help chuckling. They should really stop with the stupid games.

“I know… but I don’t care. I wanted to win. It is only fair, you won the last one.” She nuzzled his throat and kissed his skin.

“Yes, but we called it quits, remember?” But how could he be mad at her when she was touching him like this. He moaned softly and started a rhythm of slow, short thrusts.

Maria moaned quietly. “That feels so good Michael.”

“It does.” He nodded and kissed her again. Another ‘I love you’ was coming to his lips, but he quickly swallowed it down. But now once that he had realized it, he wanted to share. He sighed and stroked over her cheek.

She looked into his eyes and smoothed her fingers over his chest. “Don’t leave me.” She whispered kissing him again. “Ever.”

He looked at her, not expecting her to ask him that. Didn’t she already know that this would break him? “I won’t.” He kissed her softly. “Ever.” He smiled and nipped at her lips.

Maria smiled against his lips and kissed him back again. What if he did leave her? What would she do? She did need him now. It didn’t matter that it had been a week, she knew the same thing she’d know ten years from now. She was in love with him.

“Except when I go to work.” Michael smirked. The whole situation was suddenly a little too tense. If it stayed like this, he’d declare his love for her and have her freak after all.

“But I get to tag along sometimes too don’t I?” She kissed his collarbone and then flicked her tongue out against his skin.

“Oh, yes! Of course!” He moaned and sped up his pace a little. “You were gonna come into my class, right?”

She moaned softly and nodded. “Uh huh.” Maria mumbled distractedly. She slid her hands around to his back and held onto him tightly.

“But we’ll have time to worry about this tomorrow.” He kissed her lips again and then trailed a line of soft kisses down to her neck.

Maria agreed and slid her fingers up into Michael’s hair. “Oh…” She arched her back and let her head fall back. “Michael.” She purred out softly.

He almost pulled all the way out of her and then thrust back forward at a fast pace, then he pulled back slowly again. He would never ever get enough of this. Shit, hopefully they didn’t have to stop for a few days when they got the results…

Her entire body was humming. She dug her nails into his back and cried out softly. It felt so amazing. “Oh god yes!” Maria cried. She could feel it, it was so close.

“Hmm, Maria.” He licked over her skin. “You taste so good.” When was the last time he had really tasted her though? He made a mental note to wake her up like this in the morning.

“Michael… please, I am so close.” She begged. She wanted to cum. Because in that instant everything was perfect. She was happy, and Michael was there. It was absolute perfection.

Already? Damn, he hadn’t really done anything yet. “What do you need?” He pulled back a little to look at her.

“Touch me.” She whispered. “Please just touch me.”

He stroked over her cheek and slid his other hand up and down her side. This way his whole body sunk deeper into hers, because he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, but maybe that was what she wanted. “Okay?” He gave her a soft kiss.

Maria nodded quickly. His weight on her body was welcomed. “Good.” She breathed and lifted her head up to kiss him softly.

“Anything else?” He placed soft kisses all around her face and sped up his pace a little more, still keeping up his long thrusts though.

“Kiss me.” She murmured finding his mouth again and kissing him deeply.

He smiled against her lips and kissed her back, sliding his tongue against hers. His hands wandered down to her legs and he took hold of one, angling it higher up his body so he could slide deeper. He groaned when it worked and had to break the kiss to gasp for air. “Fuck.” Now he was getting close too.

Maria almost screamed when she felt him thrust deeper than before. Her nails dug into his back and she pushed her hips up to meet his. “Michael!” Never in her life had it been so good.

“Made… made for me.” He moaned out and couldn’t keep up the slow thrusts anymore. He just had to fuck her hard and fast right now, or he’d explode. But not in the good sense of the word.

Tears filled her eyes and she touched his cheek. “Michael…” She whispered. “Ditto.” She breathed before crying out loudly as her orgasm hit her. Michael’s hard thrusts finally pushed her over the edge she’d been inching towards.

Once again, as soon as her walls clenched down around him, his own orgasm was triggered as well. “Maria!” He shuddered. His hips kept thrusting out of their own accord, prolonging the sensations. “Shit.” He buried his face in her neck and sucked on her skin softly.

Her breathing was labored and she was trembling slightly from the strength of the orgasm, and the continuing feelings that were running through her body. “That was… intense.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and looked up again. “Like always.” He smiled and kissed her lips before collapsing fully on top of her. “Sorry.” He took a few deep breaths. His legs felt like pudding. “I can move again in a few.”

“No, I don’t want you to.” She pressed a kiss against his shoulder and closed her eyes. “I like you on top of me.”

“But I’m too heavy.” He smiled a little. She was just so cute, especially when she was sleepy.

“No you’re not.” Maria told him and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and her arms around his waist. “Stay.”

“I could just roll onto my side?” He brushed some hair out of her face and kissed her nose.

She pouted. “But I like being under you.” Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him. “It’s the best place in the world to be.”

Michael chuckled. “I like this too, but it’s also really nice when you’re on top, don’t you think?” She was so small… But the bed was soft so maybe he could stay still for the night.

“But it’s warmer for me when you are.” She smirked a little and let her eyes slip shut again.

“Oh, okay then.” He kissed her eyelids. “Anything you want.” But now that she had mentioned it… He fumbled to get the blankets up and around them, not wanting to wake up anytime soon. “Goodnight, baby.”

"Goodnight baby." Maria smiled happily and snuggled deeper into the blankets. That was just where she wanted to be. Safe, and warm in his arms.

‘And I love you.’ But he could only think it. He sighed and closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of her neck so he could smell her better. Maybe in a few days he could work up the courage to tell her. But that would still be too early, wouldn’t it?

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Chapter Thirteen

Maria woke up early the next morning, Michael’s weight was still on top of her. She buried her face in his neck and breathed him in. This was how she wanted to wake up every single morning.

Michael woke up when something tickled him. He smiled and opened his eyes, instantly knowing that it was Maria. “Mmmhm, hey.” He kissed her neck and then pulled back a little to look at her.

"Hey." She murmured and smiled up at him. "Sleep well baby?"

“Mhmm.” He smiled back. He did. He couldn’t remember having any dreams, but he also obviously didn’t move, so it must have been peaceful. “You?”

"I did." She nodded. "Best night’s sleep I’ve ever had."

“And you’re sure you weren’t just unconscious because my weight was taking away your air?” He smirked and nuzzled her cheek.

She laughed and shook her head. "No. It was because I was safe and warm." She kissed his shoulder and smoothed her hands over his back.

“Well, that’s good then. Because I need you healthy and fit.” He wiggled his eyebrows and brushed some hair out of her face.

Maria nodded and lifted her head up to kiss him softly. "Yes. Ditto."

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you need me fit for?”

"You have to do whatever I wish remember?"

Michael groaned. “You don’t want me to re-arrange your furniture or something like that, do you?”

She laughed quietly and shook her head. "No, but that would have been a good idea."

“Well, good for me that you only get one wish.” He winked.

"I suppose you’re right." Maria lifted her head up and kissed him again. "Too bad for me."

He smirked. “Maybe if you’re really nice to me, I will grant you another wish.“ Like maybe if she fulfilled his.

She smiled at him and stroked her fingers through his hair. "Yeah? I like that… So… you want to know what I want then?"

“Sure.” He moved his head and kissed her fingertips. He just hoped it wouldn’t require any actual work.

"I want… you… me… and…" She bit her lip and looked into his eyes. "Sex toys. Because I trust you. Because I want to share that with you."

He shuddered. “That’s your wish?” That was even better than his had been! Though… he slowly started to remember again why he hadn’t been comfortable with this before.

Maria nodded. "It is." She lifted her head up and kissed his jaw. "And you have to fulfill it because I won."

“But… are you sure?” She was still so small and breakable. Maybe she’d be happy with nothing fancy already. Just a vibrator and a blindfold. That could be nice, safe fun.

"I am sure." She nodded. "I …" She bit her lip nearly saying that she loved him. "I trust you Michael. And this is something I really want to experience with you. Something I think that would help us somehow."

“Help us?” He frowned and rolled onto his side, facing her. “How?”

Maria rolled onto her side and looked at him. "I am not saying we need help, I just mean… as far as trust goes. One has to be pretty trusting to allow another one to … well get kinky. And I think it would be good as far as building up trust goes." She reached up and touched his cheek. "Not to mention, I really want to share that with you."

He slowly nodded. “Okay.” She had a point there. He knew he trusted her, and she probably trusted him too, or else she wouldn’t be suggesting this, but part of him was not so sure of that. So maybe if he got real proof, he’d feel better about this. “Okay, good.”

A smile crept over her lips. "So… you’ll do it then?"

“Yes.” He cupped her cheek and caressed her with his thumb. “But nothing too kinky at first, okay?”

Maria nodded. "Agreed." She leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss. "Thank you." She murmured.

“No, thank you.” He smiled. “I get off easy.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her in for another kiss.

She laughed softly against his lips and melted into his embrace.

“So we’re going shopping after work?” He played with her hair and interlaced their legs, now wanting to be closer again.

Maria nodded. "Yeah, we can." She moved closer to him and kissed him softly. "I can’t wait."

“Me either.” It was a lie, he was still nervous about this. But he didn’t need her to know. “Have you ever been blindfolded, Maria?”

"Once… but it wasn’t a sexual thing. It was for a birthday party."

Michael laughed. “Yeah, that wasn’t really the sort of thing I was talking about.” He shook his head. Sweet, innocent Maria. “We could try that without any toys, you know? To get you used to it.”

"You wanna blindfold me now?" Maria smirked a little at him.

He cocked his head. “If you’re up for it.” Then they could start into this slow. He smiled and trailed his fingertips over her arm.

"I’m always up for it with you." She smiled and sighed contentedly as he touched her. God she loved the way he touched her.

His smile grew and he kissed her softly. “Do you have a dark scarf? Something soft?”

"Top dresser drawer." Maria smiled at him. She was so happy that he was going to do this.

He kissed her again and then rolled over so he could get the scarf. He smiled when he found a nice, silky one. “Perfect.”

She smiled and tilted her head to the side to watch him.

Michael rolled back and sat up on his knees, showing her the scarf. “This good?” He trailed it over her chest softly.

"Yeah. It’s good." Maria arched her back a little towards the scarf.

“Hmm, maybe I should get another one to blindfold you.” He winked and trailed the soft material over her sides, hoping to make her arch her back some more.

She whimpered softly and her eyes slid shut part way. "I think there is another one…" She arched her back farther towards him.

“Hm, maybe I’ll get it, maybe not.” He cocked his head. This would be so much fun. Teasing her always was. “You won’t know, because I’m gonna blindfold you with this one after all.” He winked.

Maria pouted a little. "Michael." She knew that was what she wanted but he was teasing her and that wasn’t fair.

“Come on, it will be fun.” He held the scarf in front of her face. “And it was your idea, remember?”

"I know it was. But you’re teasing." She lifted her head up a little for him, to allow him to tie the scarf over her eyes.

“That’s the whole point of it, baby.” He chuckled. She still had so much to learn. And it would be fun teaching her. If he just went slow, and maybe some places not at all, it could all be good. He tied the scarf around her head, careful to not get any of her hair into the knot.

Maria opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything. "I know that, but still." She insisted and then laid her head back once again.

Michael chuckled again. “You’re cute.” He tapped her nose and then held three fingers up in front of her eyes. “How many?”

"How many what?" She tilted her head to the side.

“Spanks you’re getting for being naughty.” He tapped her nose again.

"What did I do?" She asked genuinely curious.

“You wouldn’t beg me on your knees last night.” He smiled, taken back a little that she didn’t really protest to the general idea. He had just been making a joke. But this was good to know for future games.

"Hey! That wasn’t being naughty, that was me trying to win the bet." Maria pouted and huffed quietly.

“I still think it was naughty. And you have a point there, you deserve some for winning too.” He grinned and circled one of her nipples.

"Uhhh." She moaned softly and arched her back. That felt so good. Just having him touching her is all she needed.

“So you agree with me?” He dipped his head down and suckled on her other nipple, purposefully playing her.

Maria gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair. "Oh!" She nodded quickly, suddenly forgetting what she was agreeing to.

Michael pulled back, grinning widely. Oh, this would just be too easy. “Do you know what you just agreed to, Maria?”

She lifted her head up and bit her lip. "No…" This was not going in her favor.

“Yeah, I thought so.” He chuckled and leaned back down to lick over her lips. It was just too tempting to see her bite it. He wanted to be the one doing that.

Maria parted her lips and flicked her tongue over his lips. "Then tell me… what did I agree to?" She asked in a breathy voice.

“You agreed that you deserve to be spanked for winning the bet last night.” He kissed her softly and reached back down to roll her nipples between his fingers.

A smile crossed her lips and she arched her back. "Ohhhh." She was not about to object.

Michael frowned. Why was she still smiling? He had expected her to go off on him and insist that she did not. “So you’d like that? To be spanked?”

"Uh huh." She nodded. "By you… yes." She tilted her head in the direction of his voice.

Michael cupped her cheek and kissed her again. Now he wished he hadn’t blindfolded her so he could have seen her eyes and known if she was telling him the truth, or just what she thought he wanted to hear. He sighed when he broke the kiss. “We’ll see.” He stroked her softly with his thumb. “But for now we’re sticking with the game we already started.”

Maria nodded again and leaned into his hand. "Okay, I won’t object to that either." She sighed happily and reached her hand out for him.

He took her hand and kissed it, then led it back to the headboard. “Good. Then you can hold on to this.” He stroked over her other arm and made her reach back as well.

She pouted. "But…" She huffed quietly, but willingly wrapped her fingers around the bars. "Okay."

“And don’t let go, okay?” He kissed her again quickly and then knelt up next to her, waiting to see what she would do.

"Okay." Maria breathed out, wishing she could see him. The bed shifted and she ached to reach out for him, to touch him, to have him touching her.

Michael smiled, and stroked over her cheek. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t like. Promise.” He didn’t want her feeling uncomfortable in any way. This was her first time, he couldn’t screw this up.

She leaned into his touch and nodded. "I know, I just want… want to be able to feel you." She sighed contentedly and turned her head to kiss his hand.

“Oh you will, don’t worry about that.” He cocked his head and then rolled onto his side so their skin was touching again. And now that he was there, he couldn’t resist rolling all on top of her and kissing a trail from her lips down to her throat while his hands kept stroking over her sides.

Her fingers twitched around the bars and she arched her back. "Oh… Michael." Maria bit her lip and clenched her fingers tighter.

He kissed his way even lower, over her flat stomach till he was reaching her thighs. Now he had to sit up again after all, or else he’d fall off the bed. “Relax.” He spread her legs wider and leaned down, blowing hot air against her core.

Her thighs trembled and she threw her head back and moaned. She tried to relax, but her stomach muscles were tensing up under his ministrations. "Michael." She purred. Inside her head she was demanding her body to relax, and obey his command, but it just didn't want to listen.

Michael glanced up at her briefly. He just hoped she was so tense because she knew what was to come, and not because she was still afraid. “Shhh.” He kissed the top of her mound and then licked over her clit before he pulled back yet again.

Maria let out a strangled gasp when she felt his tongue, and then it was gone. "Michael." She whimpered. She wanted more. She wanted him touching her. Everywhere. "Don't stop." She begged.

“Just keep holding onto the headboard.” He got a little more comfortable and snaked one of his hands up to play with her breasts before he leaned back down to toy with her clit. He pushed it back and forth with his tongue in between sucking it carefully between his lips, knowing by now how much she liked that.

She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She arched her back and tightened her fingers around the headboard. Her mind was clouded. She couldn't focus on anything, other than the feel of his lips, and his tongue, and his hands. It made her feel like she was floating on cloud nine.

He glanced up at her again, loving the face she made when he pleasured her. In a way, it made him proud. He just wanted to make her happy. Though right now, he didn’t want it to be too happy. He smirked and licked up her juices, before eventually pulling back again.

A cry passed Maria's lips as Michael pulled away from her. "No!" She shrieked and lifted her hips slightly. She had been able to feel her orgasm swirling in her belly. Teasing her. Tempting her. Her fingers dug into the wooden bars of the headboard and she was tempted to rip it apart.

“Good girl.” Michael smiled and rubbed her clit with his thumb. “You didn’t let go of the headboard.” Though this was bad for when he ever wanted to punish her. He would have to start making things up, like he did earlier. Punishing her for teasing. That just about always worked.

She moaned loudly and melted back into the bed. He was touching her again. Good. And he said she was good, that was even better. Maria sighed happily and chewed on her lip.

“But still, I am not done playing with you.” He took his finger back and licked it clean, then quickly moved off the bed.

The bed shifted, and he was gone. She couldn't feel the heat of his body anymore. "Michael." She whined. He just kept teasing her and that wasn't fair.

“Shh, just a little bit more.” He stroked over her arm. “Just so you see how much fun being blindfolded can be.” He leaned down close to her ear. “For me.”

"Tease." She whispered and tried to relax herself again. She got all tense when he'd pulled away from her. He had been keeping her warm, but there was a slight coolness to the air and without him touching her so intensely she was beginning to get cold.

“That’s the point.” He chuckled and reached into the drawer again, getting out the other silk scarf, hoping she wouldn’t notice. “Do you want to be touched, Maria? Tell me.”

"Yes!" She cried softly. She wanted so badly for him to touch her. To caress her.

Michael let the scarf dangle in the air so she would only feel the edge of it softly tickling her, then brushed it over her stomach and through the valley of her breasts, before pulling it all away again and then stroking it down her left arm.

Maria let out a breathy moan. "Oh Michael." She murmured. Just the faint touch felt good, even if it wasn't him touching her, it was soft, and it floated along her skin making her shiver.

He pulled the scarf away yet again, just long enough to make her wonder where it was gonna land next, then grazed her breasts with it, letting go a little more of the fabric, so she would get more contact.

She bit her lip and arched her back. "Tease." She whispered, but she was loving it.

“Yes, but you love it, don’t you?” He bent down once again and kissed her cheek before standing back up straight so he could brush the scarf over her other cheek.

She leaned into the touch and nodded. "I do." She murmured softly.

“Good.” He cupped her cheek and stroked her softly with his thumb. She was just so cute. And this had to end soon, because it was teasing him as well. Suddenly the ‘I love you’ was back on his lips and he closed his eyes to force it back down. Damn. He took a deep breath, needing to get a grip. This was a sex game, it would be inappropriate. Yeah, that and he was just still too scared to say it out loud.

Maria kissed his thumb and her fingers twitched around the bars. She wanted to touch him. "How long until I get to touch you?" She asked him softly.

“Huh?” He frowned, happy she couldn’t actually see his face right now. “Uh, not much longer. I just…” He shrugged. Actually, they could end this now. “How bad do you want to touch me?” He took a few steps down, ticking her thighs.

Her thighs trembled. "So bad… my fingers are aching to run through your hair, and feel your skin under my fingertips. Michael…"

He hesitated for another second, before throwing the scarf onto the floor. “Okay.” He climbed back onto the bed next to her. “Okay.”

"So… I get to touch you now?" She asked, not wanting to assume, and end up being punished, not that she would mind, but she really wanted to touch him right now.

Michael chuckled softly and stroked over her arms, placing his hands on top of hers. “Yes, you get to touch me now.”

She smiled at him and released the bars and let her hands touch his. Maria let her fingers slid down his arms, and across his shoulders. They say that when you loose one sense the others are enhanced. Without being able to see, Maria was going simply on touch, smell, and sound. Taste would come later. But as she touched him, she really felt him. Every single muscle beneath his smooth skin. Each breath he took, how it made his chest expand and contract under her fingers. "Perfect." She murmured softly. He felt perfect.

Michael blushed and took one of her hands in his, kissing it slowly. “Do you want me to take off your blindfold as well?”

Maria shook her head. "No… I kind of like this. I can feel… everything." She touched his lips with her fingers, and then gently brushed her fingers over his cheek, and up to caress his forehead. Maria lifted her head and brushed her lips against his ear and whispered "Make love to me." She could feel his erection against her thigh, and she was dripping wet for him.

He shuddered, suddenly wishing he was blindfolded as well. “Yeah.” He closed his eyes and smelled her in. All those warm and fuzzy feelings in his chest just tripled. “Maria…” He caressed her skin and carefully bent her back down onto the mattress before following and lying down on top of her.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed him in. The scent that was distinctly Michael. She loved that scent. And she could feel every inch of his body against hers. Including every inch of his erection that she ached to have inside of her.

“Hmm, baby.” He brushed his fingers through her hair and reached between their bodies, guiding his cock to her wet entrance. “You’re so soft.” He stroked the head of his dick over her swollen folds, teasing them both just a little bit more. “And so ready for me.”

Her mouth opened. Every touch was ten times more intense than it ever had been before. "Always…" Maria brought her legs up to cradle Michael between her thighs and let one of her legs curl around his waist.

“Me too.” He moved his head to kiss her softly and then slowly entered her, closing his eyes again to concentrate only on feeling her, just like she did.

Maria moaned as the feelings completely filled her body. Warmth spiraled outwards from her belly to the tips of her toes and the top of her head. She ran her fingers over his back before letting them rest on his shoulders.

“God. So good.” He moaned and seeked out her lips, needing to kiss her again. He needed as much body contact as possible. And friction. He needed friction too. Badly. So he slowly pulled back out and then thrust forward, filling her again.

"Yesss." She hissed against his mouth and kissed him back with parted lips. Maria pushed her hips up towards Michael's, and shuddered at the feel of him slipping back inside of her. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and the blood rushing through her veins, and she could hear every single one of Michael's breaths. His heart was beating against her chest. Maria had never felt quite so alive before.

“Maria.” He shuddered and held back to keep his thrusts slow. “I…” He looked at her and then just kissed her again. He just still couldn’t say it.

She kissed him back softly, but passionately at the same time. Everything about that moment was absolute perfection. The way he touched her. The way she felt. She thought her heart just might explode or something.

He closed his eyes again and picked up his thrusts. She was right, this way it was somehow… more intense. He shuddered again. Almost too intense. He was going to cum soon. Again. He really should work on this new problem. Maybe when they bought toys, he would have to buy himself one of those rings… He groaned and reached between their bodies to stimulate her clit.

Her mouth fell open and she arched her back. "Oh!" The swirling in her belly was going quicker and quicker, winding her body tighter and tighter. "Michael." She panted as she clawed at his back, desperately seeking purchase.

He glanced down at her again, disappointed that he couldn’t really see her face. “Still… still want to keep it on?”

Maria thought for a split second before reaching one of her hands up to yank the blindfold down so she could look at him. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and she lifted her head to kiss him passionately.

Michael smiled back and brushed his fingers through her hair. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He nuzzled her nose and then gazed into her eyes. As intense as it had been with eyes closed, this was just still better.

She opened her mouth but no words came out, only a guttural moan. Maria pushed her hips against his she began feeling her impending orgasm swirling in her belly. Making her body scream with pleasure.

“Oh… oh fuck.” Michael swallowed hard and rubbed her clit harder, not able to hold back any longer. He had to cum. Now. He kept his eyes trained on hers though, wanting to watch her fall apart.

Maria gasped and threw her head back, letting out a loud moan as Michael's fingers on her clit triggered her orgasm. Her hips rocked violently against his, bucking, and drawing him deeper. "Michael!" She gasped out and dug her nails harder into his back.

“Maria! Fuck, Maria!” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and shuddered as his own orgasm rushed through him. He couldn’t seem to stop. Why was she always making him shudder this bad? It was a good kind though, he felt nothing but bliss. It was all so good, he suddenly felt like crying. He rubbed against her skin and let out a deep, shuddering breath.

She just held onto him, her face buried in his shoulder as she tried to get her breathing under control. Never had it been so good. "Michael." She whispered. The earlier teasing had made it even more intense. And absolutely incredible. Tears filled her eyes. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Mmmh.” He sighed and inhaled her scent. She smelled best right after they made love. Sexy. It made him want more.

Maria kissed the side of his face and closed her eyes. She smiled a little. "Wow." She murmured.

“Yeah.” He pulled back and kissed her eyelids. “Wow.” He smiled and stroked over her cheek. He couldn’t stop touching her. And again he had this incredible urge to tell her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. She reached her own hand up and touched his face before pressing her lips softly against his.

“Maria? I… I think I need to tell you something.” He bit his lip and glanced away. That was already the wrong start, wasn’t it? He sighed.

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Chapter Fourteen

Her brow furrowed. That didn't sound good. "Okay…" This was bad. He was going to tell her he wanted to leave or something wasn't he?

Damn, damn, damn. Wrong start. Very wrong start. “It’s… it’s nothing bad, I… I started this all wrong.” He passed his hand through his hair frustrated. “Just… forget it. It’s nothing.”

Maria chewed on her lip and shook her head. "No, Michael, tell me. Whatever it is, just tell me."

“No.” He pouted. “Not… not like this. The timing is all off. I’m sorry. I’m just an idiot.” He sighed and hid his face in the pillow.

She sighed and shook her head. "You're not an idiot. Michael…." What could he possibly want to tell her? Why was he making a big deal out of it now? Maybe it really was bad but he chickened out because she looked panicked or something?

“Yes, I am.” He refused to look up. He couldn’t have screwed this up any worse, could he? And that after all the way better moments he had let pass. That was just so typical.

"Are you trying to break up with me? Tell me you've suddenly realized you’re gay?" Her hands were still resting on his back. Part of her just wanted to push him away so that she could go and hide, afraid of what he had wanted to tell her. But at the same time, she never wanted to move from where she was safely surrounded by him.

He chuckled and dared to glance at her again. “You’re right, that’s it. I saw a picture of your brother and decided to dump you for him.”

Maria turned her head to look at him. "Wouldn't be surprised, he's cute." She smiled a little and touched his face. "Why won't you just tell me whatever it is?"

“Good genes, I guess.” Michael smirked but then turned his head away again. “No. It’s… I wanted to wait for a really good moment, but it just never seems to fit.”

He kept looking away from her. She frowned and sighed softly before pushing him off of her and rolling onto her side.

His face fell. “No, Maria! Don’t… don’t turn away from me.” This couldn’t have gone any worse.

"You're the one that keeps turning away from me." She stayed facing the wall.

“No, I’m just… just hiding my embarrassment.” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “I’m just such a loser. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” Anyone else would have no problem telling her. Because anyone else wouldn’t have fallen so hard so fast. This wasn’t normal. He was just fucked up. Though, with Maria… it had to be normal. Anyone would have to love her. How could they not?

Tears burned her eyes. "Yeah? Well I'm not." She hated these moments. The awkward ones that made her feel like they really were just going to fall apart in a week.

He glanced at her and smiled a little. “I’m not either.” He touched her shoulder softly, not sure what he wanted to happen right now. He just wished he could erase the last few minutes for good and start all over again.

Maria turned her head and looked at him. She smiled a little and turned around to snuggle into his side. They always did that. Argued over some stupid insignificant thing, and then minutes later they were okay again.

Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around her, then he kissed her forehead. And now he just had to keep his mouth shut for now, till the moment was better. Or he should work on creating a better moment… “Want to take a bath?”

She smiled again and nodded a little. "Okay." She tilted her head back and looked up at him. He made her really happy, even when she got mad at him.

“Good.” He nodded. “And we should probably change the sheets…” They still smelled like baby oil. It wasn’t a bad smell, but still.

"Yeah. You run the bath and I'll change the sheets?" Maria suggested.

“More work for you this way.” He cocked his head. Not like he minded though.

"I don't mind, I changed the sheets by myself all the time before you came around." She kissed him softly before reluctantly pulled back from him.

“But they haven’t actually been that dirty back then, have they?” He raised his eyebrow, his mind wandering to breakfast. Was there a place that delivered breakfast? Maybe scones or bagels or both?

"Well I like fresh warm clean sheets straight from the dryer, so I tend to change them a lot just for that reason. About once a week usually."

“Okay then. Then I’m sure you’ll have changed them in no time at all.” He smiled and kissed her cheek quickly before rolling out of bed. “Any preferred scent?”

Maria sat up and pulled on Michael's long since discarded shirt and shook her head. "Surprise me?" She said as she started to pull the blankets off the bed.

“’Kay.” He turned to go but then held back. “But no clothes allowed in the bathroom.” He winked and then quickly hurried off to run the bath.

"Understood." She smiled after him and shook her head before she went back to making the bed. New sheets topped the bed, and she pulled up the comforter before fluffing the pillows. Maria stood there for a minute before heading towards the bathroom. She stood just on the outside of the door, still wearing the shirt.

Michael had started the bath and found rose scented bathing oil, which he found appropriate. Since he didn’t have any real roses to hand to her. But oh! Maybe he should wait till he had some. Yeah, waiting sounded like a very good idea. At least till he turned around and saw her standing there, watching him. Then he wanted to just tell her right away. “Hey.” He smiled.

"Hi." She smiled back at him. "Bed is made."

He nodded. “Water is running.” He took a step aside and gestured at it. “But you’re not getting in here like that.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows.

"I wasn’t planning on it." Maria smirked and slowly raised her hand up to the top button that she had fastened and carefully unbuttoned it. Then the next, and then the last. It parted slightly, and painstakingly slow she let it slide off her shoulders.

Michael gulped. “Damn. You really want to get punished, don’t you?”

She pouted, sticking out her lower lip and looking at him through her lashes. "What are you talking about? I did as you said. I took off the shirt." She stepped into the bathroom. "You’re the one that said no clothes were allowed in here."

“You damn well know what you did.” He pouted but took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Maria couldn’t help but smirk and snake her arms around his shoulders. "Did I make someone happy?" She asked glancing down between them at his erection before pressing her body a little closer.

“Oh yes. Both of us.” He smirked and nuzzled her nose.

She laughed quietly and kissed him softly. "Well, that is good. I’m glad I could make you both so happy."

“You always do. Though your teasing makes him more happy than me.” He chuckled softly and reluctantly had to let go of her to turn off the water.

Maria smiled and followed him closer to the water. "Aw, well you are just a spoilsport baby." She murmured.

“Am not.” Michael pouted and turned back around to face her.

"Are too." She smiled sweetly. "But I-" She suddenly stopped herself. The words 'I love you' nearly passed her lips, once again.

“What?” He cocked his head. “Not able to admit that you’re a tease?” He smirked and placed his hands around her waist again.

Maria looked up at him and smiled. "Must be." She curled her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck. That, or she really was head over heels in love with this man.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. He just loved her so much, it was killing him not to say it. “Let’s get in before it gets cold.”

She nodded and kissed his collarbone. "Okay." She told him before taking a step back. "Thank you, it smells good."

“It’s your stuff.” He shrugged. “But yeah, I thought so too.” He passed his hand through his hair. She liked it. Good. Everything was going fine so far.

"I don't think I've used it in a while… thanks for getting it out and reminding me how much I like it." She smiled up at him before moving closer to the tub. "Alright, in front, or behind?" She asked raising an eyebrow as she dipped her toes into the warm water.

“You’re in front.” He nodded. What else.

"Okay." Maria stepped the rest of the way into the tub and slowly sunk down in the water. "Mmmm." She moaned quietly.

Michael smiled and watched her for a moment. “You’re just so beautiful. I think I’ll paint you in the tub one of these days.”

"I'd like that." She smiled at him. "But for now, get your ass in here with me. I need someone to wash my back." Maria wriggled her eyebrows at him.

He chuckled. “Anything you want, baby.” He forced himself to stop staring and carefully climbed into the water behind her, wrapping his arms around her when he was fully seated.

Maria settled herself against his chest and let her eyes slip shut for a moment. "This is nice. Thank you baby. I really appreciate this."

“I just want to see you happy.” Again. After he had screwed up so much in bed. He sighed and closed his eyes, happy she couldn’t see his face.

"You always make me happy." She told him and rested her hands on top of his arms.

“I wish.” He shook his head but tightened his hold around her.

Quickly Maria tilted her head back and looked up at him. "You do Michael."

He smiled softly and stroked over her hair. ‘I love you so much, Maria.’ Why couldn’t he just say it?

She reached up and touched his cheek. She lifted her head up a little to kiss him softly.

He slowly kissed her back, and by the time they broke the kiss, he was already feeling much better. She always did this to him. “Thanks.”

"Thank you." She smiled at him. "You made everything so perfect."

“Really?” He cocked his head. “Perfect?” Maybe this was the right moment… Maybe… maybe now he had ruined it again but double-questioning it. Argh!

"Yup. Absolutely perfect." She laid her head back on his chest and let her eyes slip shut. Warm, a wonderful relaxing scent wrapping around them, and Michael was holding her. Perfect.

“Good.” But so he shouldn’t go and ruin it again. He stroked his fingertips up and down her arms. “What do you want for breakfast?”

"Something sweet? Do want to walk down to that little shop on the corner after our bath? They have these crepes there… so good." Maria snuggled closer to him.

“Sounds great.” He nodded and kissed her shoulder. “I was just in the mood for something sweet too.” And going out meant he didn’t have to make it himself. Though staying in meant they could eat it all naked.

She smiled a little and closed her eyes. "Good." Maria sighed softly and let the fingers of one of her hands dance across his arm. How could any one person, make another person so happy?

“So, you still want me to wash your back?” He sighed softly, not wanting to move an inch right now.

"No." Maria murmured with a faint smile. "I just want you to hold me."

“Okay.” He smiled. “Good.” He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, fully relaxing and inhaling the scent of the oil. “Maria?”

"Yeah?" She asked, raising her eyebrows a little, but not bothering to actually open her eyes. It was just to nice, warm water, the scent, Michael holding her. It was happiness in a tiny little room.

“I… I…” His voice dropped down to a mere whisper. “I love you, Maria.” He shut his eyes closed tightly and bit his lip, awaiting the big scene. She’d yell at him. Get out of the tub. Hit him. Leave him. Hate him.

She froze. Her entire body shut down. His voice repeated over and over again in her ears. ‘I love you, Maria’ He loved her? Tears filled her eyes. She grabbed onto the edge of the tub before yanking herself to her knees and spinning around. Maria just looked at him. "You… love me?" Then without warning she threw her arms around his shoulders and held onto him as tightly as she could.

He carefully opened his eyes again when he felt her moving and was about to say something, anything, when she threw her arms around him. He let out the breath he was holding. Good. Because he seriously had no idea what else to say. But so… she wasn’t leaving?

"You know what?" She said softly, her body pressed against his, her eyes closed tightly to prevent the tears from overflowing.

“W..what?” Did he want to know? He wrapped his arms tightly around her, just in case she was thinking of slipping away.

She pressed her lips softly against his shoulder before raising her head to look up at him. "I love you, too."

He stared at her for a few seconds, his mind not really comprehending. “R..really?” Or did he just imagine this? Maybe she said something else and he just hoped she would? God, this was driving him nuts.

A small laugh passed her lips and she nodded. "Yeah. Really."

“You love me?” He blinked. She did? Yes, she did. And he was still behaving like a lunatic. He quickly crushed his lips down on her, kissing her hard and deep.

Her gasp was muffled by his kiss and she held onto him tightly, kissing him back with just as much passion as Michael was kissing her with. Her whole body felt like it was just melting into his. And for a moment, she’d thought she couldn’t get any happier.

He broke the kiss when air became an issue and mated their foreheads, gasping for breath. “Wow.” He swallowed and then looked into her eyes. “I thought… I had been afraid… I’m… I wanted to tell you earlier.” He looked down.

Maria reached up and touched his cheek. "Well, I’m happy that you told me." Her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe in the oxygen. "I’m so happy you told me." Tears welled up in her eyes again and she buried her face in his neck

Michael softly rubbed her back. “I’m just happy you didn’t run away screaming.”

Her brow furrowed and she lifted her head up to look at him. "You thought I would?" True, they hadn’t been together long, the ‘I love you’ was something huge. For her at least, and she was sure it was for Michael too.

He shrugged. “Kinda.” He blushed and scratched his eyebrow. “I thought it would freak you out.”

"Hey, just because we went from complete strangers, to living together, to… in love in less than two weeks…" She smiled up at him and kissed him softly. "It just means we’re really lucky."

“We are.” He nodded eagerly. “I mean, I sure am. I am so happy you picked me up from the street.” He smirked at her.

"Me too." Maria tightened her arms around him and let out a happy sigh. "Me too."

“I love you, baby.” He kissed her neck and then just held her close. It felt good to say it out loud. Especially now that he knew he could. Because she… because she loved him too. He still hadn’t really grasped onto that. It was just too much happiness all at once.

"I love you too. I really do, so much." She smiled a little. "But you do realize, now you have to meet my family. You sure you don’t want to take back the I love you?"

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have to meet them with us just living together and fucking like crazy?”

"Well… my brother will probably stay here for a day or two while he works on my car. My mom we could go and visit over spring break, but then we can just get a hotel room." Maria smiled. "After you meet my mom, you really may want to reconsider…"

“But I love you. Your mom has nothing to do with it.” Though she was starting to make him nervous.

"You’re sweet." She smiled up at him. But she rested her head back on his chest again and chewed on her lip. Maybe she would put off having him meet anyone in her family for awhile. Their relationship was still too new. "We should get up, and go get breakfast." She told him softly.

“Uhuh.” He didn’t let go of her though. This was just still too nice. And obviously it had paid out to wait till the setting was right. Or maybe she had already been this happy when he’d told her earlier, in bed. He couldn’t be sure.

She smiled when he made no move. "Michael… Baby, I’m kind of hungry." Though it was really nice to just be in the tub with him like this.

“Hrm.” He grunted and held her closer, but eventually let go. “Alright. I don’t want you to starve.”

Maria kissed him softly before slowly climbing out of the tub and grabbing a towel. "Michael… I really do love you." It felt so good to say it. She’d never thought telling someone would make her feel so… good.

Michael grinned happily when he got up. “Thanks for saying it.” He leaned over and kissed her softly before grabbing a towel for himself too.

"Any time." She told him before walking back into the bedroom. And she meant it.

He smiled. Any time. Yeah. Now they could say it any time. Just maybe not when her family was around. Or anyone else. Though… no, he didn’t care about anyone else. He’d say it whenever he wanted it to. He took a quick glance in the mirror and then followed her into the bedroom. “You still want to go out for breakfast?”

Maria turned her head and looked at him. "Hmm… Michael… or a sickeningly sweet breakfast…" She pretended to weigh the decision for a few long moments before walking towards him and dropping her towel. "I think Michael is my final answer."

Michael smirked and picked her up, his towel dropping when she wrapped her legs around him. “I just thought we should maybe celebrate.”

"I think that is the most perfect idea." She smiled at him and curled her arms around his shoulders.

He turned her around and backed her up against the wall. “Yeah. Maybe we should order in.” He brushed his lips against hers but pulled away before they could kiss, teasing her.

Maria leaned her head forward trying to capture his lips, but he'd pulled away. "Tease." She murmured then tilted her head to the side. "Ordering in is good… But only if you'll kiss me… otherwise I may make you walk down to get us food." She smirked a little.

“Oh no you will not.” He raised his eyebrow and grinded his lower body into hers, making his cock brush against her heat.

She threw her head back and moaned softly. "Then…" she breathed. "Then you'd better give me a kiss."

Michael looked at her for a few seconds, then he crushed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard. God, he just loved her so much. And he felt so much better now that she knew. And she hadn’t kicked him out. Now nothing could happen to them anymore. Nothing.

A moan passed her lips and she held onto him tighter as she kissed him back passionately. He made her body feel wired. Coils of lust rolled through her veins.

“Hmm, baby.” Her body was so slick against his, it drove him wild. He had to be inside of her. Now. He reached down to steady his erection before he quickly entered her with one swift thrust. They could have foreplay later, when they were lying in bed.

Maria gasped softly and arched her back. "Oh Michael." She moaned. She dug her nails into his back and held onto him tightly. That was what she loved the most. That first moment of pure pleasure as he filled her in a way that no one had ever come close to. She moaned again and bit her lip.

He stopped and glanced at her, studying her face. He had to sketch her just like this too. He could do that blind. He would have too, since right now, he was unable to hold a pencil even if he wanted to. But why would he? “You’re so beautiful” He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth before he started to thrust within her again.

She moved her hips in tandem with Michael's and let her eyes slip shut, absorbing everything about the moment. He loved her. And she loved him. And they were happy together and Maria hoped that they always would be. Her nails bit into his back as she held onto him, desperate for anything to hold onto.

Michael latched onto her throat and sucked on her skin. Maria and roses. It was intoxicating. He licked over a large path before finding another spot to suck on. One of his hands snaked their way behind her head to protect her from banging against the wall too much as his thrusting picked up in intensity.

Maria gasped for breath. His lips seemed to make her throat close up. She moaned his name quietly, over and over, repeating it like a mantra. Tears burned her eyes. He loved her. Maria held onto him as tightly as she could.

“Shit.” He pulled back and looked at her again. “I’m so close.” He took a deep breath before burying his face in the crook of her neck again. “So close.”

Her breathing became more and more labored. Her moans of his name were cut off, but she didn't want to stop saying it. Maria nodded slightly in agreement. Impending orgasm was just out of her reach.

He considered taking his hand away from her head, but something inside him told him not to. “You…” He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “You do it?”

She gave him another slightly nod before slipping one of her hands from his back to rest between them. She rubbed her fingers quickly against her clit and tightened her legs around his waist. She was so close.

“Th..thanks.” He nodded and gave her a quick kiss, unable to make it lingering because he was short of breath.

Maria bit her lip after he broke the kiss. It was there. Right there. She pushed her fingers harder against her clit and her hips jerked as orgasm tore through her body. Her inner walls clamped down around Michael's cock, molding around him and drawing him deeper. "Oh shit!" She cried arching her back and throwing her head back.

“Fuck, Maria!” Finally he could let go as well. He had just been waiting for her. He banged his head against the wall to take the edge off of the sheer pleasure coursing through him and to try and keep the tremors down. He couldn’t start shaking now, he was still holding her up.

She held onto him tightly and buried her face in his shoulder. Amazing pleasure coursed through her body. Maria curled her arm back around Michael's waist and clenched her eyes shut. "Oh god Michael." She whispered.

“Mhmm.” He kissed her cheek and stroked over her hair. “I love you so much, Maria.” He looked into her eyes, still fighting down the tremors. Maybe if he focused on her it would work.

Maria looked at him and smiled a little. "I love you too Michael. So much." Tears welled up in her eyes and she held onto him tighter.

He smiled but then bit his lip. His tremors just got worse. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

She kissed his shoulder and nodded a little. "Yeah. We should." She could feel his trembling, her own body was doing the same inside. Slowly she unwrapped her legs from his waist and groaned quietly feeling him slip out of her. "I hate that." She muttered.

“What?” He frowned. Was she sore? Did he fuck her too hard?

Maria looked up at him and kissed him softly. "When you're not inside of me."

He smirked relieved. “Yeah, I hate that too.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. “I thought you were telling me you’re sore.”

She smiled at him and shook her head. "No. Pleasantly tingly though."

Michael chuckled. “Sounds good to me.” He kissed her again and then took her hand in his. “Let’s get under the covers before catch a cold.”

She nodded and walked with him back to the bed and slid under the blankets and pulled him with her. "Good idea… but soon we'll have to get up." She murmured. "And go get food." Ordering in was a good idea, but she was so happy, she wanted to go out and do something and show off her happiness.

“I know.” He sighed. He had wanted to go by his university too, but that could wait till the next day. “We’ll have to stash up again.”

"Yes, we will… so we don't have to leave bed for a while… other than…" She groaned quietly. "Work and other stupid activities like that." Maria snuggled close to Michael and sighed. She didn't want to leave bed, but she would have to eventually. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of all of the thinks they would have to do.

“Yeah. But if we stash up, we can at least scratch shopping off that list.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Work. They’d have to time it so they were working at the same time. But then he couldn’t go and have an eye on her anymore… With that short uniform, he didn’t want her all alone.

"Good point." Maria sighed softly. But bed was so much nicer. She opened her eyes and saw the box of condoms on the nightstand and frowned. They hadn't been using those. They had said they would, and they hadn't. Thank god she was on the pill. She snuggled deeper into his side and the blankets. Suddenly the nagging thought filled her mind. When was the last time she took her pill?

Michael followed her gaze to the condoms. “I know. I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.” Hopefully they’d get the test results soon, then they could stop worrying.

"No … it's… I don't mind. I keep forgetting too…" Should she tell him? She had told him she was on the pill, and she had been. She was always so careful, but Michael made her forget about everything.

“Still.” He made a face. “At least you’re on the pill, huh?” He smiled and tapped her nose, trying to lighten her up.

She frowned and looked up at him. "Yeah…"

He noticed her frown. Was there something she wasn’t telling him? “But what?”

Maria really did not want to tell him. Not when they were all happy and in love. "About me being on the pill… I've kind of forgotten to take it the last few mornings." She closed her eyes and waited for him to explode.

“Oh.” He scratched his eyebrow and frowned. But they still worked for a few days longer, right? “And that’s bad? So maybe we’ll just watch out in the next few days?”

"Missing one or two it could be okay but… Michael, I can't remember the last time I took it." Tears filled her eyes, she was always so careful.

“Oh.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I’m sure nothing happened.” They could worry when they knew. “I mean, were you even… you know?”

"I don't know." She held onto him tightly.

“You don’t know?” He pulled away a bit and stared at her. Wasn’t she supposed to? What if she… what if she was pregnant already?

"See, being around you, sort of makes me completely loose time." Maria sighed softly and rolled onto her side away from him.

He chuckled a little. “Sorry.” He kissed her shoulder and rolled onto his side as well. “So, we’ll see.”

"I'm sorry." She told him quietly. "For not being more careful about this."

“No, don’t be. Like you said, I distracted you. It’s been pretty crazy days.” He kissed her shoulder again.

"I know, but still Michael, what if I am…" She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She was afraid that it was too soon, that just because they loved each other, a baby could make it all impossible.

He shrugged. “We’ve been going pretty fast with everything ever since the beginning, so you probably are.” He smirked. Yeah, and then they’d marry next week.

Maria touched her stomach and bit her lip before rolling back over to face him. "Is it okay if I am?"

“Uh.” He bit his lip. Was it? “Sure.” He forced a smile, though he wasn’t so sure. He was still partially studying and only had the part-time job as teacher, and she was a waitress. How would they afford the baby?

“Well, you don’t seem so ‘sure’ about that." She buried her face in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes tightly. If she was pregnant she was pregnant. They would just have to figure something out. "Maybe we should be more careful about the condoms for a while… until we find out for sure."

“Uh, don’t you think it will again be too late for that?” He raised his eyebrow.

"Well, I can’t start back on the pill if I don’t know. And in the chance that I’m not pregnant, if we continue like we are, no pill, no condom, I will inevitably get pregnant. So we should use condoms until we know for sure. If I’m not… I’ll start on the pill again, if I am…" Maria shrugged a little and sighed softly. This had never happened to her before. She didn’t know what to do.

“Oh, okay.” He scratched his eyebrow. “Why can’t you go back on the pill now?”

"If I’m pregnant it could hurt… hurt the baby." Tears filled her eyes. This was not what they needed. "I’ll get a pregnancy test at the store." She told him before rolling onto her back. "And I can call my doctor and set up an appointment."

“Oh! Oh, okay!” Michael nodded wildly. “If it can hurt the baby, we won’t risk it. Maybe you should just throw them away.” He’d never forgive himself if the baby was hurt just so he could fuck her without a condom for a few more days.

Maria looked up at him and touched his face. "I really love you Michael. I just want you to know that." She pressed her lips against his jaw and sighed inwardly.

“I love you too.” He stroked over her hair and kissed her forehead. “And I’d love to have children with you, just I wanted to have more money first.” He bit his lip. Maybe he should get a real job anyways. Artist. That was not something that fed a family. Although it did feed Isabel and she counted for two people at least.

She smiled a little at him. "Yeah… I can get some more hours at the diner for now. Maybe I could find something a little better… there are nicer restaurants around here that I could work at and make better tips."

“No! That’s not what I meant!” He held up his hands. “You won’t go and work more, especially not if you are pregnant. I will just drop my studies for now and go get a real job.” It did feed Isabel, but then again, she had left him for somebody richer. He couldn’t risk that with Maria.

"No Michael, you can’t do that. You need to keep going to school. I don’t want this to all happen, for me to be pregnant, you to drop your studies and work, and in ten years realize you’re miserable because you didn’t finish school. If I am pregnant I am fine. I can work for a few months. People do it all the time. I will work until like a month before the due date, and then I can go on maternity leave." She shook her head quickly. "But we don’t even know for sure if I am yet. So just stop. If I am, we will figure it out, but you will not, by any means be dropping out of school. I would never forgive myself if you did that. We’ll be fine. We can figure everything out."

“No, I will. I can always re-enter later.” He nodded. What kind of man would he be if he let his pregnant girlfriend work double-shifts till the eighth month of pregnancy? “I don’t want you doing anything bad for Little Mikey in there.” He placed his hand on her stomach and smiled. If it was a boy, he wanted him to have his hair.

Tears filled her eyes and she touched his hand. "Michael…" She shook her head again. "I don’t want you dropping out. We’ll see what happens okay? We’ll just see how it goes. We’ve got time to plan and figure this all out."

“Okay, yeah. You’re probably right.” If it was a girl, he wanted her to have Maria’s eyes. And her feistiness. But probably not her blind faith in people. He would never be able to sleep anymore.

She smiled a little at him and kissed him softly. "We should get up and get dressed… we were going to have breakfast." They were supposed to order in, but now she wanted to go out, stop by the drug store on the way home.

“Yeah, we were.” He nodded and looked at her stomach. Was she already pregnant? Now he really wanted to know. A baby. He never really thought about it, because Isabel always said no, but with Maria… He smiled again. “Hey, Maria?”

"Hmm?" Maria lifted her head up and saw him smiling. She couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Do you feel pregnant?” He cocked his head and placed his hand on her stomach again. Maybe he could feel something?

She looked down at her stomach and bit her lip. "I don’t know… I know I feel a way I’ve never felt before though… maybe that is it." Maybe it had something to do with how in love she was with him, and how happy… but she was beginning to like the idea of it being the baby.

Michael grinned and kissed her softly. “So we’ll go and throw your pills away.” He nodded determined and got up out of the bed. “Anything else that might be bad for him?”

"Him?" She laughed softly and shook her head. "You’re sure it’s a boy aren’t you?" Maria sat up slowly and watched him. Feeling happier than she ever thought possible.

He shrugged. “Yeah.” He smiled. Yeah. A little boy just like him. And then a few years later a girl. Then Little Mikey could help him watch over Little Maria. Would make his life a whole lot easier.

Maria smiled and nodded a little. "Okay."

Michael took her hand in his and kissed it, before tugging on her arm. “Come on, we need to get the both of you fed.” He winked. And he was really damn hungry by now. And he could use a coffee. He was still feeling tingly all over. It wouldn’t go away anymore. It was still the good kind of tingles though.

Maria curled her arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly. She didn't know how it was possible, that anyone person could make her so unbelievably happy... but he did. Maybe the baby was just what they needed.


The End. For now. ;)


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