you can find parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 at the links. part 7 is after the jump.
Liz couldn’t remember if Michael came up to her or if she’d come to him. But she was in his arms, exactly where she wanted to be. They were kissing, wildly, madly, expressing every repressed emotion with their lips and tongues. She knew this would change things between them. But if she were honest with herself, she wanted this.
She couldn’t help the low moan as Michael lifted her up against him.
“You okay?” he whispered concerned.
“No,” she whispered back, “you have too many clothes on.”
He choked on a laugh mixed with a sigh of relief. “All I have to lose are my pants.”
“Just your pants?” asked Liz archly.
Michael couldn’t help the slight blush, “Well yeah, so I think you’re the one who’s wearing too much clothing.”
“Well I guess we should even the score,” Liz said, “So you only have one item to lose?” At Michael’s nod she shimmied out of her panties and slipped off her bra, without disturbing her uniform.
“Hey Parker, that’s cheating!”
“Why would you say that? I have on fewer clothes than you, after all your pants have far more substance to them than the Crashdown uniform.”
“Fine,” Michael grumbled, he should have known that Liz was too smart for her own good. Besides, she looked damned sexy in the uniform, and knowing she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath it only turned him on more.
Liz went to the door at the top of the stairs and locked it. “Michael can you seal the other doors shut?”
“Don’t want to get caught in flagrante with the lowly cook?” he asked as he did as she asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I just don’t want us to be interrupted, and plus, I need to make it harder for you to run away.”
“I’m sorry I ran out on you last night. For a moment there it was too much, and I thought you’d never feel the same way.”
Liz smiled at Michael, holding his face between her hands she made him look into her eyes as she said, “I do feel the same way. I want you so much Michael.”
After that there wasn’t a need for words. Michael leaned down and captured Liz’s lips with his. Pushing her backwards with the weight of his body, he pulled them down to the couch never breaking their kiss. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to possess her in a way he knew for certain no one else had.
He didn’t know how long he’d been in love with Liz Parker. But he did know holding her in his arms as they kissed was the culmination of every adolescent dream he’d ever had.
Liz watching him and Maria make-out during the heat wave. He could feel her hurt. Her jealousy.
Liz was standing at the counter writing in her journal. It made Michael crazy with curiosity. Reading through her words, realizing there was more beauty in Liz Parker’s soul than he’d ever seen in his life.
Michael lying sick on her bed. The cobweb-like cocoon covering his body. Liz’s fear was paralyzing. So much so she couldn’t help in the healing ritual..
Liz and Max hooking-up on his sofa. The anger at the feeling of wishing it was him.
Michael holding her by the carousel. His touch was the only thing holding her together.
Watching Liz leave them. He knew they had to let her go. But it hurt.
It had killed her to stay away. To stand aside and let them fulfill their destinies. Then to realize she had to alter it completely, she needed to save him.
Michael couldn’t believe her betrayal. He didn’t. He couldn’t help believing in her. Even when she accused aliens of killing Alex. He’d followed her to Las Cruces. It nearly killed him that she was right. He couldn’t let her be hurt by aliens any more than she had been already.
Michael walking out of the granolith chamber. He had chosen to stay. Liz had needed to hold on to him, hold his hand to make sure he was real.
They pulled apart.
“Michael, did you—“
“I thought you didn’t give flashes.”
“I don’t. I’m usually able to block the connection.”
“You didn’t this time.”
“I meant to.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I know. What did you see?”
“Everything. Mostly, though, how you felt about me. What did you see?”
“Everything.” with that Michael pulled Liz back into his embrace.
Their hands were everywhere, their lips, and tongues and teeth, explored every exposed inch of their bodies. They were both wild with need. Impatient. Liz pulled at Michael’s zipper, releasing his straining cock into her hands. She rubbed her hand against his hard length. Arching his back, he pulled a foil packet from his back pocket and gave it to Liz. Moving to straddle him, she opened the packet and slid the condom onto his ready shaft, before slowly guiding him to her wet opening.
“You okay?” he whispered as he slowly pressed up against Liz’s tight walls.
“Oh yes Michael. Oh Michael.”
Michael grinned up at Liz her head thrown back in abandon. Moving gently past her last barrier he stilled himself. She was beautiful. Rocking her body from side to side, she elicited a groan from both their throats. And soon their pace spiralled lovingly, wickedly out of control.
They came together, images from the deepest parts of their hearts flowing past them. Surrounded by feeling, by passion, by that crazy little thing called love. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, pulling the blanket that hung over the couch’s back over themselves. It was as if nothing beyond the magic that had come alive between them existed outside the space of the couch.
Jeff Parker wondered why the door was locked when he tried to go downstairs that morning. It had taken him fifteen minutes to find the key before he could go down to the restaurant.
The last thing he expected to find was his daughter asleep on the couch with Michael Guerin. It looked almost as if they’d been, well having sex. But Jeff refused to believe his daughter would be so bold as to do such a thing. Clearing his throat, he watched as they stirred and looked up at him disoriented.
“What’s going on here?” he asked.
Michael and Liz looked at each other before trying to explain.