TITLE: Whip-Cream anyone? (1/1)
AUTHOR: bec (bec@blazenet.net)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, well a 1997 Red Metro and a
slightly
broken 13 year old boy.
RATING: PG13 (although not really)
SPOILERS: none, really
CATEGORY: Michael/Maria
SUMMARY: You wanted Redi-Whip, ok, you got it.
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere you want to put it.
and I'm a virgin, be gentle, lol
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Maria DeLuca was tired, plain dead tired. It had been a long day in
the
Crashdown, she just wanted to go home and get off her aching
feet. She
dragged the wet rag across the bar for the last time
and turned to rinse it
out. She heard the bell go off over the
door and knew someone had entered
the diner.
"Sorry, we're closed for the night, you'll have to come back
tomorrow."
Maria said without looking up.
"Maybe I won't feel like coming back tomorrow." The voice behind her
said.
She froze. Why him, why couldn't it have been anyone else but him.
Why
did it have to be Michael Guerin. He made her feel things
she didn't want
to feel. Things she didn't even discuss with
Liz. And he didn't like her,
he had showed his feelings way
too many times for her to be comfortable
around him. She turned
with her hand on her hip and said, "What the hell
do you
want?"
Michael stopped and looked around the diner. "I don't know, maybe
I'm
looking for a night of fine cuisine and atmosphere."
"Very funny, but I don't have time for this, Max and Isabel aren't
here, so
shooo, off with you, I want to close up." Maria turned
back to the sink
and finished rinsing out the rag. She twisted
the water out of it and hung it up on the hook to dry.
Michael stepped up to the counter and sat down on the stool directly
across
from her. "I'm not looking for them, I'm looking for
something to eat.
What have you got?"
Maria turned and entered the kitchen area, she looked back at Michael
thru
the serving window. "Look I just got done working a very
long and tiring
shift, all I want to do is go home and take
these damn shoes off. So try
the 7/11 on the corner ok."
Michael stood up and followed her into the kitchen. He stepped around
her
and walked over to the large double door refrigerator. Maria
realized what
he was going to do, she threw herself in front
of the doors and screamed
"NO, No way are you just making yourself
at home, I just cleaned up in here
and your not allowed back
here anyway."
"Liz wouldn't mind, she's served me after hours before, her parents
own the
place, she won't care." Michael tried to push her out
of the way.
Maria wasn't having any of it. "Well if you haven't noticed Liz isn't
here
right now, I am, I'm in charge and I say no way."
Michael suddenly smiled and said, "and how are you going to stop me?"
He
gave a really good yank on the door and it burst open, throwing
Maria out
of the way.
"GODDAMMIT Michael don't you ever listen to anything anyone tells you.
Who
the hell do you think you are?" Maria righted herself and
laced her arms
across her chest. Then she looked down, oh god,
why did she have to look
down. His jeans encased his butt so
nicely, the material molded against
his rearend so well that
it didn't take much thought process to imagine him
naked.
He turned and smiled again, "I'm the alien, your not. Wanna see who
has
the secret powers around here." He turned back to the fridge.
He reached
in and grabbed something off the shelf, Maria heard
a pop and the next
thing she knew he shoved the tip of a Ready-whip
can into his mouth.
Luckily he hadn't noticed where her eyes had been. "Oh gross, that
is so
disgusting." Maria wrinkled her nose at him.
Michael removed the nozzle from his mouth, "you don't like whip-cream,
come
on everybody loves whip-cream. It isn't natural not to
love it."
"Not everybody." Maria threw back at him. "I'm surprised your not mixing
it
with Tabasco sauce, everything else gets eaten that way."
"Not whip-cream, Tabasco makes it melt faster, gets to runny." He
turned
and looked at her, "Your serious, you don't like it do
you?"
"Michael I just want to go home, I want to take a bath, relax, enjoy
the
rest of my evening, maybe actually go out and have a little
fun with the
few hours I have left." She was starting to whine,
but she didn't care,
she just wanted him to go. She could control
her feelings for him alot
better when he wasn't around. She
had analized it till it had driven her
crazy. Michael didn't
like her, she knew he didn't feel the sameway about
her.
"Fun, you want to have a little fun, well why didn't you just say
so."
With that he turned and sprayed the whip cream at her.
She raised her arms
but not in time to stop it from spritzing
all over her face. She reached
out and grabbed his wrist, trying
to turn the can back at him. She got her
fingers over the button
and pushed down.
"Oh no you don...." Michael never got to finish, he had whip cream
running
down his face before the words got passed his lips.
He stopped and lowered
his arms, she kept a firm grip on his
wrist and the can. Michael's tongue
reached out and removed
a large glob of the cream, he drew his tongue back
into his
mouth and swallowed. "Oh you want to play do you?"
"No, Michael, why don't we just call it a draw and go home, ok?"
She
smiled sheepishly at him, trying not to giggle. He looked
so darn cute
standing there with whip-cream dripping off his
face.
He pulled his hands out of hers and dropped the can, without releasing
her
arms he backed her up against the wall between the large
stove and
cubboards. When her back hit the wall he stopped pushing
and just stood
there staring at her.
Neither of them spoke for a minute. It seemed like hours to Maria,
she
couldn't take her eyes off his, they just stood there staring
at each
other. Michael suddenly smiled, he slowly moved his
head closer to hers.
Maria closed her eyes, she didn't know
what he was going to do, but she
felt like she couldn't breathe.
She felt his breath on her face, then she
felt his lips on hers.
She couldn't believe this. Michael Guerin was
kissing her! Kissing
Maria DeLuca.
Maria stood frozen for a few seconds, then slowly, she opened her mouth
and
cautiously moved her tongue over his lips. She felt Micheal
jerk, then he
opened his mouth. She felt his warm velvet tongue
glide over hers. She
never even noticed his arms moving down
hers, wrapping around her waist,
pulling her tighter. She brought
her arms down to his shoulders and moved
one hand up into his
hair, that fly-away, always tousled hair. Maria loved
Michael's
hair, she was forever teasing him about it, but she loved it.
She
couldn't believe how silky it felt.
Michael moved his right hand up past her ribcage, slowly enveloping
her
breast in his palm. He twisted his wrist and tightened his
fingers around
it. He moved his lips along her jaw-line and
ran his tongue up to her
earlobe.
Maria saw stars, she couldn't believe this was happening, she had
wanted
this for a long time, but she never believed it would
happen.
They were so engrossed in the moment they never heard the bell over
the
door, never heard Max and Liz step into the kitchen, never
heard Max
clearing his thoat.
But they did hear Liz suddenly shout, "Maria!"
The two broke apart so fast, Michael never noticed the can of
whip-cream,
his foot hit it at an angle, he went down. Maria
slipped down behind the
stove. Maybe if she closed her eyes
tight enough this would not be
happening, not the Michael stuff,
but the Liz and Max stuff.
"So Michael, whatcha doing?" Max ask with a grin.
"Yeah Maria I thought you would have been gone by now, I didn't expect
to
find you here." Liz could barely get it out, she was trying
to hold back
the laughter.
"Ah, we were, ah, cleaning up, yeah we were just cleaning up." Maria
said,
she stood and and walked toward the fallen can, she bent
and grabbed it and
threw it into the garbage can, she turned
and closed the refrigerator door
and ran a hand over her hair.
It came away covered in gooey, melted
whip-cream.
"And we're done now, so I'm just going to be going now, I'll see
you
tomorrow Liz." Maria turned and ran out through the
diner.
"Michael, what was that all about?" Max ask him as he helped him up
off
the floor.
"I don't know, I was just minding my own business when she attacked
me with
a can of whip-cream, she's crazy Max, I'm telling you,
she's crazy. Too
many weird vibes coming off that girl." Michael
turned and followed Maria
out the door. He looked up the street
as Maria's car came tearing out of
the parking lot. "Yeah, lots
of vibes coming off that girl." He smiled
then turned and walked
away.
The End