No Rules, No Boundaries, No Limitations

 

Author: April

Disclaimer: Not mine. Of course, they’re not mine.

Summary: What happened during the summer between Departure and Busted?

Category: Michael and Maria

Rating: PG-13

Author’s Note: Okay, I wrote this in one day. It’s just a short little POV fic from both points of view. Please, tell me what you think.

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She’s so beautiful.

She walks into my apartment like it’s her own. She doesn’t say anything. She only walks right up to me and kisses me, hard, passionate, explosively. There’s something about the way she

kisses . . . it lights me on fire. She cups her hands around the sides of my face and slides her tongue into my mouth.

We continue on like this only for a few seconds, until we become more bold, more daring. Our hands slip into greater territory. Territory that was almost unknown to both of us until only a few weeks ago. Her hands slip under my shirt and rub my chest gently. Soon, my shirt is over my head, courtesy of my fair lady. This is only the third time we’ve done this, but I already know that she doesn’t like to waste time. She likes to go fast and furious, not slow and serious. She wants to get me out of my clothes first so that then she can torture me. She likes to lay on top of me while I’m completely naked, running her hands up and down my body, but she doesn’t take her clothes off. She tells me that she needs to have her fun first, then I can have mine.

She makes me so aroused.

Finally, though, she gives in, as her own arousal becomes apparent, and she sheds her clothes as well, tossing them to the floor. With no barriers between us, we’re free. Her mouth comes down to capture mine again, and our hands begin to battle for possession. There are no rules in this game, no boundaries, no limitations.

Only this isn’t a game. It has become my life. She has become my life.

If you had asked me a month ago if I would ever have sex with Maria DeLuca, I would be uncertain, because I would be scared. I would be frightened and afraid. But right now, I’m not any of those. And right now, the only thing I want is to make love to my fair lady all day and all night until she falls asleep in my arms.

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He’s so amazing.

He gives me the most pleasurable experiences of my life. I can’t even describe it. At the moment, I’m to involved in moaning and calling out his name. He calls back to me, sometimes loud and strong, other times soft and sweet. I personally like the loud ones better, especially when he’s perched above me screaming it full out as he breaks down.

Michael Guerin and I were never into quiet sex. The louder the better.

"Bitch," he grumbles. "My bitch."

I normally would have socked anyone who called me that, but I love to hear Michael say it in moments like these. It reminds me that I am his, and that he is mine.

I don’t say anything as he collapses on top of me. I can’t. I run my hands down his sweat-soaked back and hope he knows that I love him, that this isn’t just sex.

Soon, it’s night-time. Mom will be expecting me home. I’ve really gotta go.

I try to tell him this, but he holds onto me tightly, not willing to let me go. I smile at this. I want to stay. I really want to, but I can’t.

I force myself away from him and get dressed, humming some sappy love song to myself all the while. I wonder what people would think if they saw this. No one knows. Not even Liz. They all think we’re still just a high-school couple. I didn’t want to tell them. Not with all of the stuff that has been going on.

My mother would freak to know that her little girl was getting chained to the bed and kissed absolutely everywhere.

I tell him good-bye and rush out the door after a quick kiss on the lips. I smile to myself, knowing that I’ll be back tomorrow night.

THE END!! FEEDBACK PLEASE!! OH, BUT REMEMBER, I WROTE THIS IN, LIKE, 15 MINUTES AFTER WATCHING BUSTED, SO DON'T BE TOO HARSH!!