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Touch, Part One
Reply to CheapandEvilGurlPosted to the RoswellSlash mailing list May 6, 2001
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, or any of the characters. They are owned by Melinda Metz, WB, and probably a buncha other people, but not me, so don't sue me. The lyrics are by Meredith Brooks, and I do not own those either. Summary: Isabel and Maria enjoy each other's company, as Liz watches.
Category: After Hours NC-17,Slash,
Author's Notes: I'd love some feedback. Enjoy some Iz and Ria smut.
Do you ever wonder why things turn out the way they do? Why one day life is the norm you've been accustomed to, then the next day, things go crazy? I never expected anything like this. I had never even EVER thought...well maybe once or twice. Everyone has weird thoughts sometimes, though? Right? That innocent little kiss that changed my life forever......
I was working. Stressed out, working my ass off really. The last table hadn't left me a tip, and I was really getting angry. What was there problem? So what if I spilled one coke on the older woman's lap. Everyone makes mistakes? I had other things on my mind, sorry. *sigh* I picked up another hot plate of Saturn rings, and stood there for a moment. A greasey, sweaty Michael looked at me.
"Maria? Are you going to hold those, or bring them to table five?" He spat at me, and I glared back. But rather then waste my breath, I just took them, and did my work. Ugh. I was tired of this job. So Tired.
I guess that was the first day I ever thought of her...like that. She walked into the Crashdown, looking bitchy as usual, with Max at her side. Her hair was down, loose and messy, the curls bouncing lightly on her shoulders. Her face was makeuped to perfection, her lips red and bright. She was wearing those damned leather pants again, the pants that hugged every curve of her sensuous body. A red, V-necked sweater covered her ample bosom. I couldn't help put stare. The faint tip of her nipple was visible, and I was almost drooling. My god! What was wrong with me? Having dirty thoughts about Isabel Evans? I shook my head. I am going crazy. She must have noticed, for she looked up and her eyes met mine for a brief moment. Was there a hint of desire in her eyes? I swear...
"You guys want anything?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly as were my knees. Isabel smiled, that sweet, sultry smile of her. And Max turned to look at me. He must have noticed the tone of my voice.
"Just a coke, Maria. And some fries."
"Diet for me." Isabel chimed in, leaning over slightly, giving me a wide view of her breasts. I exhaled, whipping myself around to make their drinks. I had to stop this and stop it now.
An hour later, the resturant was empty. I had told Liz I would close, and that's exacty what I was doing. The register was empty, the doors locked. I slid myself into a booth, unbuttoning the first few buttons of my uniform. I pulled my hair down, fluffing it a little, and it fell in soft coils around my face. Ahhh. Relaxation. I gazed at what surrounded me. Vanilla icecream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. All the good sunday stuff. Cherries. That's what I forgot. Sliding back out of the booth, I turned to head for the fridge, when I saw her standing there. I had never seen Isabel look so...vunerable. A long, leather coat covered her body, buttoned all the way up. The toes of her healed black boots peaked out. We made eye contact and I forced a smile.
Electricity, eye to eye. Hey don't I know you, I can't speak
"Hey....is something wrong? Did something happen?" I asked quickly, wondering why she was here. I continued across the empty cafe, quiet except for the sound of Meredith Brooks playing in the background. I opened the fridge, pulling out the jar of cherries when Isabel spoke.
"I saw you earlier, you know..." She said quietly, leaning on the counter. Her jacket moved, and I saw she had my favorite boots on, knee high boots that I loved. I didn't speak for a moment, I just looked at her. Her hair was wind blown, her eyes wide, and full of....was that lust I saw? It couldn't be. She bit down a cherry colored lip, and folded her arms under her chest.
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
"Saw me doing what?" I asked, trying to seem brave, as I made my way back to the booth, setting down the cherries next to the other ingredients of my soon to be sundae. I slid onto the table, propping myself up with my legs, as she walked over, standing just a foot across from me. She glanced at the table, then made eye contact with me.
"I saw you looking at me. You looked like...I-I.." She stuttered. "Like I was turning you on or something." She looked down, like she was ashamed, as I sucked in a breath of air. Isabel never stuttered. And Isabel had never used a tone of voice like that with me before. She sounded so honest, and sweet.
"I was!" I suddenly blurted, regretting it immediately. She looked up at me, surprised, and took a step forward. Her face was only inches from mine. I could smell her sweet perfume, and almost taste her minty breath.
What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
"Isabel...."I whispered, loving the sound of her name on my lips. She inched her face closer to mine, and I gazed into her eyes. Beautiful. She was so amazingly beautiful. Her lips were seconds from touching mine, and my breath was already hard, my heart beating. The familiar wetness between my thighs was as hot as fire, and I felt something inside me explode, as she crushed her lips against mine.
The room is spinning out of control
Act like you didn't notice
Brushed my hand
I tasted the sweet fruit of her lip gloss, as her tongue entered my hot mouth. Our lips found each other, our tongue's explored out mouth's completely. Savoring the taste of her, my hands roamed to her face and her hair, running my hands through the silkly tresses. She pushed me onto the table, shoving the numerous jars to the side, a few landing on the bench. Then she pulled away, breathing as heavy as I was, her breasts heaving. She looked at me, her eyes full of lust and desire. Then she whispered words that sent a chill down my spine.
"Touch me, Maria. Please, touch me..." I gasped, and tentavely reached out to cup her breast, and caress it. She moaned. Oh god, did she moan. I had never heard a girl moan like that. She pressed her body against mine, leaning down to kiss my lips again. We kissed, hot and passionately, while my hands roamed all over her stomach and back, in between her breasts, and over them. She grinded her crotch against mine, and suddenly I was moaning too. Hastily I unbuttoned her jacket, and pulled it off her beautiful body. A sheer, tight top barely covered her heaving chest, and matching tiny shorts didn't cover much either.
"Oh my god..." I whispered, amazed at the sight of her. She smiled seductively. Suddenly, feeling very brave, I flipped her over so she was beneath me, and straddled her quivering body. I pulled off the top, followed by her lacy black bra.
"Yes, Maria, yes..." She moaned, as I leaned down, taking a taught pink nipple into my mouth. I was feeling brave, yes, very brave. Her breasts were beautiful, large round globes with a sweet pink peak. Full and milky white. She raised her hips up, trying to get some kind of friction, as I ran my hot tongue from one breast to another. I left a trail of soft little wet kisses, before pulling her nipple into my mouth again. She moaned, the sound deep, followed by a few quick breaths. She pushed herself up into sitting position, leaning to give me another hot kiss, as her hand traveled to my uniform. The quickly unbuttoned in, sliding her fingers in my bra. She cupped my naked breast, pinching my nipple ever so slightly. I pulled away from her lips for a moment, to moan loudly. Isabel smiled, and put her finger on my lips.
I struggle with myself again
Quickly the walls are crumbling
Don't know if I can turn away
"Maria..." She whispered, "We need to go somewhere else. If Liz wakes up.." I nodded. She was right. Things were already very hot, and if Liz caught us... I climbed off the table, picking up Isabel's jacket. She slid it on, covering her body that was already pink and flushed, covered with a thin layer of sweat from our recent actions. Quickly, she picked up the whipped cream and choclate syrup, dropping them into her purse, and then turned to look at me. "We might need these." She said, taking my hand as we rushed out the door. It was shut and locked, and they didn't even notice the shocked and gawking Liz Parker that had been watching from the corner.
To be continued....
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