"In Your Eyes"

part 1/2

by Court

Pairing: M&M

Rating: R

Summary: Okay, we've all seen the preview for Heatwave. Is anyone

feeling a fever like me? I had to write something about it before it

aired. So this is my own take on that hot scene at the Crashdown. It's

through Michael's eyes.

Feedback to : Dcreeker98@aol.com

Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately. I only own the story.

Thanks to Mel and Courtney!!!

"Love, I get so lost sometimes

days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

when I want to run away

I drive off in my car

but whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return

and the grand facade, so soon will burn

without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

In your eyes

the light the heat

in your eyes

I am complete

in your eyes"

-Peter Gabriel, "In Your Eyes"

I feel something weird in my stomach. My heart races as I touch the cool

exterior of the metal handle to the Crashdown Cafe. I've never felt like

this... I've never done anything like this.

There was one girl a few years back. Oddly, she hadn't seen me the way

everyone else does. Not an alien of course, just alienated... The first

kiss in a dark closet at school, was sweet and new, but nothing more. I

hadn't been sure of what I was looking to feel. The next day she had

forgotten I existed. So, I, in turn forgot her. Better to cover up the

hurt than have a hollow feeling down deep in the pit of my stomach.

But, here I was feeling something I know I shouldn't... Doing something

which I'd forbade myself from doing.

The door opened easily. She hadn't locked up yet. Was that a sign?

Watching her for the past two hours smile brightly at the customers and

Liz in that oddly sexy costume made it tough for me to turn away like

usual. Before I knew it an hour had passed with me just staring from the

outside. I could try to kid myself and say that didn't mean anything,

but maybe I'm just tired of not feeling.

Suddenly, I hear movement in the back and I fumble around the cafe.

Should I pretend I want something other than what I came here for?...

What did I come here for?

Then, she appears and we both draw in a sharp breath.

Maria's a goddess. Her hair is spun gold, I swear. And her mouth... If

she could be put on mute, my life would be a whole lot easier. I

wouldn't have to listen to her blab about feelings and what she thinks

of me. I wouldn't have to build up the walls between us. She'd be like

the girl in the dark closet.

There's a beautiful woman in front of me. Her hair has been fluffed to

compensate for wearing the stupid alien antennae's with her uniform. And

her uniform had been exchanged for a sexy matching silky skirt and

slinky curve hugging top. I can't help myself. I have to look,...and

then look again.

I wish she didn't look so damn delectable.

I realize her eyes are on me too. Sliding up and down my body making my

skin grow hot. I'm already hot enough.

Our eyes meet. "We're closed," she challenges. I've always loved and

hated that about her. She's a stubborn princess.

"Do I look like I care?" She knows I don't. It's like a game we play,

and the end is always the same. But lately I've wanted more.

She purses her red hot lips and sizes me up. "You look like hell," she

snaps. She's right. What does she want? I stood outside for an hour,

transfixed on her...damn her.

I open my mouth to sling back a razor sharp retort, but instead I end

the game. "Do you want me to go?" I ask evenly, not showing her I care

either way. I don't.

Not really.

I'm giving her a chance. Save yourself Maria. You don't want to live in

my fucked up world. I don't want to hurt you. You need protecting I

can't provide.

Protection from me. Run for your life.

She must not have thought of these things because before I know it she's

closer than before. Now there's no turning back. No way out for her.

My passion is unstoppable. I've repressed these feelings for so long,

they're much too strong now for me to control. Her hand touches my chest

and any semblance of control I had is lost.

My hands snake around her petite waist and I pull her tight against me.

She gasps and I take the opportunity to lean down and kiss her. I can't

breathe now. She's all around me...her scent...her essence.

Sweet Maria why didn't you save yourself?

Our lips mesh together hungrily, licking and sucking at each other. I

need to taste more. My tongue slides into her mouth with a small moan

escaping the both of us. My blood is on fire.

My hands keep moving. This time down her sides and up under her shirt.

Her skin is baby soft, and warm. Her breasts press against me and

eagerly fill my palms when I touch them. Her head rolls back and I see a

beautiful expanse of skin. I need to touch and taste her everywhere.

I trail my lips down the side of her neck and latch onto her collarbone,

sucking firmly. That keeps me happy for a while, but when I look back at

her, I realize there's so much of her I want to touch, and so little

time.

Her pulse is beating fast, and I move my mouth up to it, applying

pressure with my tongue and lips.

"Shouldn't we like talk or something," she half says, half moans. Only

Maria would want to talk at a time like this. She answers her own

question when she moves her face back toward mine, this time attacking

my own sensitive neck. It feels incredible. Better than a dream. Maybe

it is a dream. Both end too soon. We know this can't last too long.

Her hands are up in my hair, combing through my wild tresses, and her

lips move toward my ear. Oh God, Maria. Warm and damp sensations run

through my ear as she swirls her tongue around my lobe. I can't stand

this woman. But I can't get enough of her either.

I remember my hands inside her shirt. Her bra is getting in my way. I

reach for the clasp and in the process, brush her sensitive nipples

straining through the fabric. Suddenly, kissing is not enough for both

of us.

Something hard hits my back and I realize her fingernails are digging

into my back, and we're also pressed up against a counter. She's trying

to pull up the bottom of my shirt as I kiss her. Surprising her with a

low growl, I grab her ass firmly, effortlessly holding her up in the air

against me. We spin around and I hoist her up onto the counter,

positioning myself between her hot thighs.

Staws, napkins, and plates crash to the ground but all I can hear is

Maria.

"Michael..."

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