The Taste Of You
Title: The Taste Of You
Author: Diane
Pairing: Michael/Maria
Prompt: Strawberries and Tabasco
Rating: Adult Rated
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: This is set sometime during S3 so everything up to and including it just to be on the safe side. Story contains scenes and language of a sexual nature.
Summary: The tiny droplet of red juice that slid down his chin made her want to lick it off of him and she unconsciously licked her lips, imagining the sweet and spicy mix that was her newest addiction bursting upon her taste buds.
Author's Notes: I recently posted a comment fic meme - stories mustn't be longer than the length of a LJ comment ie. 4,300 characters - on my personal journal and this has been written in response to Stefania's request.
She watched mesmerized as he picked up a strawberry from the dish in front of him and sprinkled Tabasco onto it before biting into the plump fruit. The tiny droplet of red juice that slid down his chin made her want to lick it off of him and she unconsciously licked her lips, imagining the sweet and spicy mix that was her newest addiction bursting upon her taste buds.
“Maria?”
“Huh?” she murmured, continuing to stare at her boyfriend who was sitting across the room from her in a booth with Max and Isabel.
“Are you actually going to do any work?”
Turning her head, Maria saw her best friend standing beside her, a smile tugging at her lips. “C’mon, Liz, the place is practically dead tonight.”
“I know,” the other girl agreed. “That’s why I’m cutting out early with Max.”
The blonde sighed under her breath. Great, she thought to herself. Another night that she’d have to close up by herself when it wasn’t her turn to do so. Before she could say anything, Liz cut in.
“You don’t mind, right, Maria?”
“Right,” she mumbled. “Have a nice night.”
“Thanks, you’re the best!” Liz said, gently squeezing her friend’s arm.
Maria watched as the brunette skipped over to where her boyfriend sat and she shook her head as they gazed adoringly at each other.
“Sickening, isn’t it?”
The blonde jumped at the close proximity of the voice behind her and she spun around to face its owner. “Michael!” she said, swatting his arm.
He smirked at having startled her. “Sorry,” he replied, not sounding sorry at all. “So, you ready to get outta here?”
She shook her head. “I, uh, have to close up.”
“It’s not your turn,” he stated, his eyes darting behind her to stare at the back of Liz’s head.
“Yeah, I know but...” she trailed off.
Michael frowned. “Tell her you’ve already got plans.”
“Michael, I—”
“I’m serious, Maria. She always does this to you and it’s not fair.”
“She’s my best friend,” she whispered, her eyes glancing at him before focusing on the linoleum floor.
“Yeah, I know but it doesn’t make it right.”
Maria’s heart was racing at how much he cared and she had the sudden urge to kiss him... to tell him without words how much that meant to her and if the café didn’t still have a few stragglers, she’d be doing just that.
“Go over there and tell her we’ve got plans tonight, that I’ve just told you about them.”
“We have plans?”
“I thought we could catch a late movie or something,” Michael told her.
“I think I’d rather do the ‘or something’,” she retorted, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Ducking his head, he captured her lips with his own and kissed her hotly, the tip of his tongue tickling the roof of her mouth as he lightly squeezed her waist. When he drew back, he said, “You go grab your stuff and I’ll tell Liz we’re leaving.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice not much more than a breathless whisper as she hurried towards the break room, the familiar taste of strawberries and Tabasco lingering on her lips. God, she loved how he tasted! Maria knew Liz would no doubt be pissed at her but Michael was right. Just because they were best friends didn’t make it right for her to keep taking advantage.
* * *
Maria moaned loudly, the sound ricocheting around the small confines of the Jetta, as Michael repeatedly thrust his hips up into her, burying his cock as deep as he could go and pushing her even closer towards her impending orgasm. His lips were latched onto the base of her throat, sucking and nipping at her skin, determined to mark her as his.
Right now, with the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing, all of her concerns about Liz had melted away.
Fin