Maria walked into the kitchen, letting the door fall shut behind her. Leaning against the wall, she let herself breath more easily.

That guy really creeped her out. Maybe it was because he was an alien.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because he had stroked her and teased her to near-orgasm just the night before, and then had left. Just left! It really pissed her off.

What pissed her off even more was that she wanted it to happen again. And again.

It wasn't healthy at all.

She started to walk back out, but when she tried to push open the door, it stayed where it was. She moved back and was surprised to see it open by itself.

Wait, no, it wasn't opened by itself. It was opened by him. Mr. Evil Alien.

"What are you doing here?" She spat out, still feeling a little...frustrated.

He shook his head and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the kitchen. No one seemed to notice, not even Liz, as he pulled her into the backroom. But instead of stopping there, they went outside.

Maria found herself once again up against a wall. Or, a better pun, between a rock and a hard place.

"What are you doing, you big brute!" She tried to pull away. Really, she did.

"You must be feeling a little incomplete, huh?" She growled at him and he almost smiled. Then he reached up and cupped her face in his hands. Was he using the sweet approach now? Well, it wasn't going to work. No, it sure wasn't...

He leaned in and their noses touched. It wasn't going to work!

Then he kissed her, softly and romantically. Like she was supposed to love. She was a girl.

It wasn't...going to work.

Then he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. She sighed. Okay, maybe she would let it work.

"How do you feel about doing it against a wall?" He leered at her, and she couldn't help it.

She started to laugh. He didn't seem too surprised. He held onto her, letting her laughter die down. Finally, when it did, she looked back up at him, startled to see a feral look in his eyes. He kissed her again, harder, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. More surprises. Michael was WAY too talented with his body for his own good.

He pushed his entire body into hers, and she let out a gasp. That was...that was definately what she thought it was. His hardness was pressing into her stomach, proving that she wasn't the only one that was affected.

Time for payback.

She moved her hands down his chest and to the zipper on his jeans. He moved back abruptly, and she smiled at him.

"Two can play at this game, right?" She was acting innocent as all get out.

She pushed his pants down and let herself move to her knees. She didn't want to even think of what was on the ground. And anyone could just catch them.

It was wonderful. She pulled his boxers (they were black, she noted) down and took a deep breath.

It was true. What they said about guys with big hands and feet...she giggled to herself and looked up at him. He was staring at her, his eyes clearly showing that he wanted her to continue. No problem there.

Experimenting, she wrapped her hand loosely around his erection. Not even bothering to wait, she tightened her grip. Then HIS hands went to her head, tangling in her hair. Nothing like a little role-reversal.

She knew the next logical action...she pulled him forward with her free hand (because she didn't want to actually hurt him) and kissed the tip of his length. He groaned, and she flicked her tongue out, running it over where she had kissed. His hold on her increased and she swore that she heard him call her name. But she had to hear it again.

She took him completely into her mouth, careful not to cause him any pain. She felt him thrust into her and she slid away, almost to the point of not touching him. But then she moved forward again, and again. And then she heard it.

"Maria!" Her name on his lips reminded her of the situation, and she pulled away quickly. Pulling HIS pants and boxers up, she stood in front of him. She kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear.

"I'll talk to you later, huh?"

And then she walked away.