posted on 14-Sep-2001 2:27:16 PM
Title: Headlong
Author: etoile1 aka Eva
Rating: PG up to NC-17
Category: Mi/L, some K/I, I/Ma, K/L
Summary: This is a challenge from CRAZY 4 MAX. I only hope to do it justice. Here are the conditions she set forth:

1. Liz is in love with her roomate Kyle...but he has never noticed and is currently dating Isabel Evans.

2. Her other roomate, Michael has notice. But is secretly in love with Liz but says nothing cause he is scared of her rejection.

3. Michael convinces her that he can help win Kyle's heart by pretending they are dating to make jealous. Secretly he does this so he can seduce Liz, lol!!!

4. Of course things don't go as planned for Liz when she starts to fall for Michael but she is too stubborn to admit it...

5. Michael will do everything in his power to seduce her over to his side...You decide when and where all the places Michael seduces Liz.

6. Things don't go well for Michael either when Kyle begans to fall Liz as well and battle of male egos start. You can pick who she stays with in the end...


Headlong


Part 1


Liz Parker never thought a bowl of Cheerios could be a deadly choice for breakfast, but as she gasped for air, she realized she was wrong. A pair of arms wound themselves around her waist and squeezed, dislodging the small round o from her windpipe, more importantly however was that she had been pulled against Kyle Valenti’s bare muscled chest.

Notwithstanding the fact that Kyle’s physique was to die for, Liz realized she very nearly had, but having just moved in a week ago she was still not used to seeing the object of her desire so close and so naked.

She should have known that moving in with two guys was a very bad idea, but Alex had needed to find someone to sublet to in a hurry, considering that he had been offered the opportunity of a lifetime. When he’d offered Liz’s roommate Tess a permanent position in his life as his wife, they’d flown off to Sweden with Liz’s blessing. Leaving her effectively without a roommate and a way to make rent, she’d jumped headlong into what she knew would be her downfall.

Because Liz was in love, had been in love with Kyle for over twelve years. Everyone thought she’d grow out of it after high school. And it wasn’t that there hadn’t been other men in her life. But there was no one in her life quite like Kyle. So high school and college came and went, here she was twenty-six and utterly and completely infatuated with the boy of her high school dreams.

Not that Kyle ever saw her anything more than a friend, or worse than a sister. He was always good to her, obliviously careful with her feelings. He’d set her up on some of the best of her worst blind dates. He’d helped her move in with Tess and then move out. He’s let her cry on his shoulder over Jared Sorenson who’d broken up with her in front of the entire senior class because she wouldn’t put out. To this day she was sure that the black eye and numerous bruises Jesse wore to graduation were due to Kyle’s involvement in the matter.

And now her knight in shining armor had saved her life.

She coughed. And Kyle patted her awkwardly on the back.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just you startled me.”

“No kidding. Since when did you get so jumpy Parker?”

“Hey. Now I’m grateful, really I am. But you were tiptoeing around like there was some big secret, what the hell were you up to?”

“Liz. What are you talking about?” Kyle scoffed.

“I think she may be referring to me babe.”

“Oh. Lizzie, meet Isabel, Iz, meet Liz.”

“Hello Isabel, it’s lovely to meet you.” Liz was lying through her teeth. Isabel was a tall blond goddess, with lustrous golden hair and ice blue eyes. She looked like what Liz had always imagined the Snow Queen to be like, and she was stealing away Liz’s Hans. It wasn’t fair. But she had to play nice.

“Hello Liz. Kyle honey, we should really get a move on, my parents just called and invited us to brunch. Dress nice, we can go to the club later.” Isabel smiled, showing the correct amount of teeth and with the grace of a supermodel walked back into Kyle’s room.

Kyle shrugged at Liz and grabbed a banana, before following her in.

Liz was infuriated. Not only did Isabel have Kyle, she had him wrapped up in the palm of her hand. How was it that girls like that succeeded where she failed so miserably? She’d always been the cute smart girl, the one the popular guys went after to despoil. The one everyone treated with kid gloves.

True, she was shy and somewhat prudish when it came to men and sex. But really she didn’t want some guy to come by and talk her into shedding her clothes. She wanted someone who would tear them off in a passionate frenzy.

She still hadn’t found what she wanted. Or she had, only what she wanted didn’t pay attention to her. Kyle went for the ice queens, the girls so cold you’d shiver in their presence. Vicky Delaney, Pamela Troy, Deirdre Bedford, and now Isabel, the latest in a long roster of snow princesses.

Liz wondered what it would take to get him to see her, really see her as something more than a friend. She walked to the kitchen sink, after nearly choking on a Cheerio, she wasn’t so much in the mood to finish a bowlful. She grabbed an apple and was cautiously biting into it when the front door slammed behind her, causing her to jump and again choke on what she was eating.

This time someone pounded her back rigorously and dislodged her bite of apple. Coughing in shock, it was the second time she faced death in one day, she turned to glare at her would be savior.

“God, Michael, you almost killed me.” Liz berated him.

“Hey I saved your life!” Michael said defensively. He certainly hadn’t meant to startle Liz into choking.

“If you hadn’t slammed into here like a bat out of hell, I wouldn’t have choked. God. What’s up with you anyway?”

“Nothing. You okay right?” He grunted out grudgingly.

“Yeah. Kyle had an overnight guest though.”

“Isabel? I met her last night.” Michael was dismissive. He’d lived with Kyle for five years, and during that time there was always some woman staying over or another.

“You could have told me.”

“Why?”

“Nevermind.” Liz sighed. Sometimes she forgot that men wouldn’t see the point. It was difficult getting used to sharing a space with them all the time. Even though she’d know both Kyle and Michael for years, there was something strange about suddenly living together. Especially when the object of her dreams, her fantasies, was so close by, in the room next to hers actually, and yet so prodigiously unattainable.

“Okay.” Michael walked past her into his room, slamming the door with unnecessary force. Liz watched him wondering what bug was up his butt. Michael was always in a bad mood. Liz just couldn’t figure what it had been that had set him off this time.


TBC


I can't help that I love a fictional character...


*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**



Edited by - etoile1 on 09/21/2001 22:11:20

[ edited 2 time(s), last at 8-Nov-2001 2:04:14 AM ]
posted on 15-Sep-2001 1:27:00 PM
AN: Thanks for the feedback guys! Here's a new part for y'all to enjoy. Don't forget to tell me what you think!



Part 2


It was always about Kyle with Liz. Michael didn’t know why he even bothered to get irritated by it. He’d known Liz for eight years, and in that time she’d never bothered to look his way.

He hadn’t meant to surprise her like that. He wanted Liz alive and well. Preferably by his side, in his bed. He didn’t understand what it was about her. The chocolate silk of her hair, the way she always smelled of vanilla, good enough to eat, her deep coffee brown eyes that looked at everything around her so intensely, her smile and the way it lit up her entire being from the inside, her wrists, so small and frail, he loved watching her handle things, the quiet strength in the set of her shoulders, the fire that smoldered within her. She was beautiful.

He had numerous sketchbooks filled with her likeness. So many he’d had to move their hiding place from beneath his bed to the top shelf of his closet. He was always terrified that someone would sneak a peek, thinking to see the latest designs for his upcoming project only discovering millions of sketches of Liz instead of his newest building.

He was terrified over what Liz would do if she ever caught him. So he would double the size of his sketchbook collection, the hidden half of Liz and the rest of all the ideas going through his head. It had turned out to be a good thing, because he now had enough material to work from for every single one of his clients. Good news for the latest up and coming architect.

But as much as he loved his profession what he really wanted was Liz. He was sick of being overlooked. So he had a plan.

He’d offer to help Liz get her man. Only the only man she’d be getting was him.

So maybe it wasn’t foolproof. He wasn’t a lawyer like Kyle so he’d really have to work on convincing her it was a good idea. But he was sure the scientist in Liz would think it a good plan. Especially since she wouldn’t think it involved messy emotions.

But it would. It had to.

Michael lay on the floor to do his routine of eighty crunches. He hated to admit that the only reason he did them was so that if Liz should ever catch him without a shirt she’d realize that Kyle wasn’t the only one in the universe who was built. Ever since she’d moved in with them his stress level had gone to extremes.

So far he’d been able to hide the fact that he was completely idiotically utterly infatuated with her. Everyone thought he merely tolerated her presence. No one suspected that when she was around him he felt exhilarated. He knew he was being ridiculous. As ridicoulous, although less obvious, as she was about Kyle.

So now was the moment to make his move. He was pretty sure Kyle would be a little jealous in a “hey you’re dating my best friend” sort of way. At least that’s what he was counting on.

This was either the stupidest idea ever to occur to anyone or the best. He was hoping for the best when he left his room to go proposition his dream girl.

Liz was still sitting on a stool in the kitchen. She’d again switched food, drinking some orange juice with toast. He waited until she swallowed before speaking.

“Liz.” He said quietly, taking care not to startle her.

“Oh hey Michael. I’m sorry I yelled at you before, I was just a little shaken. It was the second time I nearly choked to death today.” Liz was genuinely sorry for yelling at him, he had saved her life and she hadn’t even bothered to thank him.

“No. I’m sorry. Listen, I wanted to ask you something. Or well, I wanted to make a peace offering.”

“Peace offering? Are you okay Michael?” Liz was confused. While she and Michael had never interacted all that often, she hadn’t realized there was an all out war between them.

“Um. I know you like Kyle.”

“What?” Liz was stunned. Michael made the announcement like a dentist telling a patient they had cavities. It was true enough, but she hadn’t thought that everyone else knew about it.

“I know you like Kyle and I want to help you.”

“Why? What’s in it for you?” Now she was suspicious. Why would Michael want to help her get together with Kyle? And how was it that he thought he could get them together?

“For one thing I won’t ever have to see you mooning over him at all hours.”

“I do not moon over him.”

“Whatever Liz, I just think it’s amazing he doesn’t see it.”

“Michael get to the point if there is one.” Liz was beyond irritated. She didn’t need to rehash how silly she was over Kyle. It was enough knowing she’d been in love with him for twelve years.

“Well, right. So I thought maybe we should pretend to date to make him jealous.”

“What? Are you crazy? You don’t like me remember.”

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

“Yeah, well, why do you want to do this? Really Michael what’s in it for you?”

You. Michael thought to himself silently. But instead he said out loud, “Isabel.”

“What? You’re in love with the ice princess?” Liz wondered if that had been the reason behind all the door slamming. Although he had been cavalier when she had made mention of it. But then again it was always hard to read what Michael was thinking he kept his cards very close.

“Yeah, well. You know Kyle, adding another notch on his belt. I really like this girl and I thought, Kyle will be jealous if you and I start dating and having this special relationship where he’ll feel excluded. And you can sort of work your magic until he confronts you and then you fall into each other’s arms. And then Isabel will need me to comfort her, so I’ll be there.”

“Michael I don’t know if this is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard or the most brilliant.”

“So you’re in.” Michael was thrilled. Not that he expressed his glee in any way. Now it was up to him to convince Liz Parker that the only man she needed in her life was him.

“What do I have to lose.” She replied.

They shook hands on it before parting ways. Michael went out to organize a surprise romantic dinner, while Liz went to the research lab in the epidemiological unit at the university hospital.

Neither one of them really aware of what they had gotten themselves into.


TBC


I can't help that I love a fictional character...


*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**

Edited by - etoile1 on 09/16/2001 21:04:16
posted on 16-Sep-2001 6:56:23 PM

AN: Amazing! I got a new part in! Thanks for all the great feedback. Leave more, I love to read it!



Part 3


It was nine o’clock. Candles and white Christmas lights lit the living room. On a table in the center of the room, there was a bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath and two place settings. A service tray held an ice-filled bucket with a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes. It was a scene right from a movie.

Michael had planned it that way. What he hadn’t planned on was that his dinner date would be arriving home late. He’d traded his usual gray t-shirt and jeans for a black button down and gray slacks. His unruly hair he had tamed with a brush, something he reserved for very special occasions. He had showered and shaved, he had even used aftershave, something he rarely did because it stings and why bother. He’d pulled out all the stops, hoping she’d think it was romantic, and here he stood. Stood up by his “pretend”, although he really hoped to change that, girlfriend.

This was why he never bothered. He’d learned the hard way that making an effort never got you any glory, instead it brought on a whole new level of trouble. But he’d wanted to make the effort for Liz. Because he thought she was really worth it. The sad thing was, he thought to himself, that even if she never showed up, he’d try something like this again.

He was about to turn on the lights, it was already nine thirty, and the candles were about to run out of their wicks, when a key turned in the lock. It was Liz.

Liz walked in to the apartment after a long and exhausting day at the lab, she was tired and cranky. She’d been looking at slides for an error one of the other technicians had made; it had been causing major discrepancies on one of the medicine trials. It felt like she’d wasted a day cleaning up after someone else’s screw-ups. All she wanted to do was take a shower and curl up in bed with a good book.

For some reason there weren’t any lights on although a glow seemed to be coming from the living room. She stuck her head in to see if Kyle was there, but it was only Michael. She stepped out and started walking towards her room before turning around and stepping back into the living room.

“Hey. Is that…is that dinner for us?”

“Yeah. Um…I thought it might be nice. A surprise sort of, but if um you’re too tired it’s okay.”

“No. I just can’t believe you did this. I really…wow, Michael this is so nice of you. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

“Not at all. Go ahead. Do you want a glass of champagne?”

“That sounds lovely. Please, I won’t be but a moment.”

“Sure.” Michael set to work opening the bottle of champagne. He hadn’t known what to think or do when she’d looked in and kept on walking towards her room. He thought he’d the worst luck in the world. To fall in love with the one woman in the world who wouldn’t notice a candlelit dinner for two. He poured out two glasses and took a long sip, feeling the chilled liquid tickle his throat slightly with its bubbles.

He walked over to the CD player and paused to consider what sort of music to play. They had quite an eclectic collection and he wanted to get the mood just right. Johnny Cash’s “Love”, was a good choice only maybe a bit too country, U2 “All that you can’t leave behind”, was too happy, Dave Matthew’s Band’s “Crash” was just a bit too funky, finally he chose David Gray’s “White Ladder”. It was mellow and set the perfect mood for dinner, and maybe if he got his nerve up a little slow dancing.

He just hoped he could swing this dinner; he didn’t want to talk about Kyle and their plan. He wanted them to get to know each other better. He’d admired Liz from afar long enough. It was about time he got to know her for real.

“Hey, is this for me?” she asked as she pointed to the flute of champagne. She’d dressed up. And she looked amazing. Her silky brown hair cascaded down her back in loose waves and she wore a simple black dress that showed off her curves to an advantage. A little lip-gloss and mascara the only makeup she wore on her face. Hers was an understated beauty. A beauty that shook Michael to the core just the same.

“Yeah. Um you look great.”

“Thanks. I thought I should dress up, since I saw you did. I must say you clean up nicely. Michael, all of this is so nice. But why?”

“I thought maybe we could get to know each other a little. I don’t know maybe think of this as a practice date.”

“Oh. Sure. So will it hurt to say I’m starving?”

“Not at all. I made chicken and tortellini. Um I hope you like that.”

“Yeah. Michael it sounds great.” She sat in the chair Michael pulled out for her. He smiled and told her to wait there.

“I’m just going to the kitchen to get the food.” Liz nodded. She still couldn’t believe everything Michael had done. She felt almost guilty for wishing it had been Kyle. Besides it was a good idea for Michael and her to practice this whole going out thing. She’d known him for eight years, but they’d never been close.

He looked so sexy in the black shirt. She hadn’t thought he could clean up that well. And whatever cologne or aftershave he was wearing was driving her crazy. He smelled so good she almost wanted to give into the instinct to cuddle with him instead of her good book. Liz took a long sip of champagne, maybe the bubbles were getting to her head, because she couldn’t explain where these sudden thought were coming from.

She looked at the dinner he set in front of. It not only looked but smelled amazing.

“Thanks Michael. Did you cook?”

“Yeah. I used to work at a restaurant. And I moved out on my own pretty young so I had to learn.” Michael smiled wryly.

“Mmm. Well this is amazing.”

“Yeah, well. So um you had a long day?” Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he felt a little self-concious about all the preparations he had undertaken.

“Oh God. An idiot technician mislabeled a slide, so I had to spend the entire day just looking through our database of slides on this one project. It was hell. I found the one I was looking for at around nine this evening. I was lucky, I could have been there all night.”

“Wow. That sucks. I know you work in a lab, but what is it that you do?”

“I work in the epidemiological lab at the University hospital. Basically we run tests on how certain medicines react or inhibit symptoms to diseases. I’m a project leader and we work in conjunction with several large pharmaceuticals.” Liz laughed at the expression on Michael’s face, “I’m a science dork, I know. But I like knowing that I can help people get better.”

“No, I mean I think it’s really cool. I would have never been able to study that you know but yeah.”

“Michael your designs are amazing. I’d love to be that artistic. I saw the theater plans. It was no wonder they picked you.”

“Thanks. I just really love what I do too. So Liz tell me a deep dark secret no one else knows about you?”

“Deep dark secret…cutting through bullshit are we? Um. Ok. Remember freshman year?”

“Yeah.”

“Well you remember that crazy party we met at? The one at Phi Delta Mu?”

Michael nodded he remembered that party perfectly. It had been a very interesting evening. Especially since…

“Well I somehow got locked in this closet with some guy, I never saw his face or got his name. I don’t know if we were both really wasted or what but we hooked up in the closet.”

“And?” Michael asked rather hoarsely, thinking it couldn’t be. Thoughts of that girl tortured him ever since then, it couldn’t be that both his temptresses were one and the same.

“I don’t know. I never saw him again. Or if I did I never knew who he was. I guess I still wonder about him, wonder who he was. And I can’t believe I just told you that.” Liz laughed. “So tell me what is your big deep dark secret?”

“Um. I took dance lessons.” Michael scrambled to tell Liz something anyting but the fact that he was that guy. He wondered what her reaction would be if she did know. Why did everything suddenly feel so complicated?

“What? Hey you made me think they had to be deep and dark.” Liz complained smilingly.

“Yeah. I took lessons with Madame Juanita at the Jewish American Society Meetinghouse. I know how to tango, rumba, and cha-cha. I think that’s a huge secret about me right there Parker.”

Liz laughed. She couldn’t imagine Michael Guerin dancing the tango. “You have to take me dancing sometime.”

“Maybe I will. Do you mind practicing a bit first? I may be a little rusty.”

“Here?”

“Why not?” Liz shrugged. She took the hand Michael held out and settled in his arms, placing her head on his shoulder and they swayed to the music of David Gray’s song “This years love”.

This years love had better last
Heaven knows it’s high time
I’ve been waiting on my own too long
And when you hold me
Like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget how
My heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like I can’t go on
Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife
Oh yeah if you love me
Got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more
This time than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms
And fall losing all control
Of every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain’t this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don’t you know
This life goes on
And won’t you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Sing ain’t this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last


TBC


I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**

Edited by - etoile1 on 09/17/2001 19:07:19
posted on 20-Sep-2001 10:09:16 PM
AN: Yeah a new part for y’all waiting so patiently for me to update. Thanks for the awesome feedback. I love it. So read this and tell me what you think! *hugs*


Part 4


Michael couldn’t believe he was so lucky. Liz had gone along with the entire evening. He’d been so sure he’d failed miserably, especially when she hadn’t even acknowledged him at first, but then she’d walked back into the room wearing an amazing black dressed and was even now dancing in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder, as if tomorrow didn’t exist and there was nothing else in the world.

The front door slammed and before Michael could react Liz had jumped out of his arms. Staring at the living room doorway apprehensively, as Kyle stuck his head in to see what was going on.

“Hey Michael, sorry didn’t mean to interrupt your date. Where’s Liz?”

Michael was so infuriated by the bad timing, by the look on Liz’s face as she looked at Kyle, by Kyle’s obliviousness to the entire situation, that he grabbed Liz’s face in his hands and gave her a searing kiss before replying. “Kyle, Liz is my date.”

Michael watched satisfied as Kyle did a double take and ran a hand through his hair. “Geez, I’m sorry guys. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Um…but since when have you guys…I mean I thought you didn’t get along.”

Michael held Liz’s hand in his, and giving it a slight squeeze responded. “Oh, yeah, that was our cover. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. We kind of wanted to keep it under wraps. But now that you know I guess it’s okay.”

“Wow. That’s awesome. I hope I didn’t ruin your date.”

“No. Not at all. Michael and I were just about to call it a night anyway. I have to report to work pretty early anyway.” Liz finally spoke, and giving Michael a speaking look was about to disentangle her fingers from his hold when he pulled her back towards him.

“Baby, what about my goodnight kiss. Kyle won’t mind. He knows now.”

Liz glared at Michael as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Taking advantage of the situation to bite his tongue. Michael groaned at the pain and quickly let her go. He could taste Liz and the metallic tinge of blood in his mouth. He knew he’d deserved it, but they hadn’t set any rules, and no rules meant that he could in theory get away with it. Besides Liz was so sexy when she was angered.

He watched her head to her room with a smile on his face. At least until he heard her say good night to Kyle in her best bedroom voice. Then he frowned.

“So, you and Liz. Why didn’t you guys say anything?”

“Well it started around the wedding. You know we had to spend all that time together helping Alex and Tess with all the preparations, we sort of realized how attracted we were to each other.”

“But you guys argued all the time.” Kyle sputtered.

“Ever heard of foreplay Valenti?”

“Really?” Kyle asked.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell.” Michael shrugged. He didn’t want to get in too much detail without consulting Liz. He had the feeling that that might only make her angrier with him than she already was. Michael was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

“Wow. All this time…and I didn’t even see it.” Kyle shook his head.

“Hey, what had your boxers in a bunch when you got in?” Michael asked. Hoping that it wasn’t problems with Isabel.

“Ugh. I had an argument with Isabel. She’s so damn uptight about her family. I swear spending the day with her parents was unadulterated hell. She just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“She sounds like a control freak.” This couldn’t be happening. He had this perfect plan formulated and he absolutely needed Kyle to stick with Isabel.

“Yeah.”

“So you going to call her tomorrow?” How was he supposed to encourage their relationship? He needed to push them together. So his plan could work.

“Yeah. She’s got some awesome contacts; her father is a partner at Vaughn, Abrams and Evans. They’re like my gods.”

“Cool. I’m just going to finish picking this up and turn in. I’ve got three major meeting with clients tomorrow.”

“I hear you. I’m totally jam-packed this week. And Isabel has activities for us all week. So if you don’t see me around, don’t be surprised. Night Michael.” Kyle waved his hand at his friend.

“Night.” Michael watched as Kyle went into his room, while he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. He hoped to hell that things with Isabel and Kyle worked out, because his plan relied upon the fact that those two were definitely together. Not that he understood anyone who would prefer Isabel Evans, a polished but distant beauty, to Liz Parker’s warm and sensual personality, with a gorgeous package to boot. But he wasn’t about to complain. Kyle’s loss would be his gain.

*****

Michael Guerin was going to get his ass severely kicked tomorrow. What had he been thinking, kissing her like that? And then telling Kyle this fantastic tale about how they were in love and had been secretly dating. Honestly.

She’d set him straight on that score.

Michael Guerin would get the fear of an angry Liz Parker instilled in him, if it was the last thing she did.

That kiss had been amazing.

Both of them.

He had tasted so good. Even when he’d plundered her lips in a bruising kiss, he’d been so incredibly tender. She’d responded instinctively. Opening her mouth to his. Letting his tongue slide between her teeth as he explored every crevice in her mouth. She’d done her share of exploring.

In front of Kyle. The nerve of the utter imbecile. She would show him.

But even the way he’d held her face in his hands had been so touching. As if she was the most beautiful and precious thing to him. He made her feel so wonderful.

Had Kyle noticed?

His voice had sounded funny when he asked them what was going on.

Maybe she wouldn’t kick Michael’s ass. Maybe she’d surprise him and kiss him some more. The point had been to make Kyle jealous. And as she recalled Kyle’s reaction to the news, he’d looked as if he’d been gut-punched. Maybe Michael’s plan wasn’t so crazy.

Maybe Michael’s plan was brilliant.

And he was an amazing kisser. Free kisses and Kyle. It was a deal Liz could live with.

Michael Guerin was going to have the most adoring girlfriend tomorrow.

He wouldn’t even know what hit him.


TBC



I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 23-Oct-2001 2:13:41 AM
Author’s Note: So this new part is dedicated to Nikki and Lee. Without whom this would not have been updated tonight. But I’m fulfilling my part of the deal. And I hope to see new parts to Moving On and Denial of the Heart very soon. I know it’s been a while since I last updated this. But I was stuck for a long time. And then it all sort of just came together. Anyway because of that I wrote you guys an extra long part. . . and I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all your feedback. Leave me more. I thrive on it!


Part 5


Liz had woken up early the next morning. She had an early meeting so she hadn’t been able to talk to Michael before leaving. But first opportunity she had she called him from work.

“Michael.”

“Liz? Hi. What’s up?”

“Oh. I’m on a break. Work’s been hectic this morning. We finally finished sorting out the intern’s mistake. But actually I was calling to see if you had any plans tonight?”

“Um. None actually. Are you up to doing something?” Michael asked cautiously. He still wasn’t sure if Liz was as accepting about their plan as he wanted her to be. He was sure she’d be mad after having that goodnight kiss last night. But she sounded fine, and she was asking him out.

“Yeah. See I have these tickets that Tess bought ages ago for the ballet. We were supposed to go together since Alex hated the ballet, and I’d completely forgotten about it. But I thought since you owe me one you’d be willing to go with me.”

“Ah. So the truth comes out. . . You want to blackmail me into going to the ballet.”

“Oh come on, you definitely owe me one.”

“Oh all right. I guess I can make the sacrifice. As long as you pay for dinner.”

“Dinner? Well you did amaze me with dinner and champagne last night. I guess it is my turn to wine and dine.”

Michael laughed at the tone of mock resignation in Liz’s voice. He couldn’t believe she was sort of flirting with him. It was so different from their conversations prior to his big idea.

“Well we have a deal then. Do you want to meet up at the apartment?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Um, you’ll need to wear a suit and tie.”

“Now you tell me.”

“I had to get you to agree first.”

“Fine. I’ll see you then.” Michael placed the phone on the receiver and stared off into the distance. Actually he was staring into a poster he had placed on his wall. If he crossed his eyes he could see Liz in it. Well actually he could see Liz in his mind every time he thought of her.

“Guerin.”

“Hey Max. What’s going on?”

“Not much. But you look like you won a million dollars.”

“I think I just did.”

“Really? Do tell.”

“Nothing to tell. Just got a date tonight.”

“Cool. Is she hot?”

“God Max. Yes. Did you want anything?”

“What? Oh yeah, Jerry had a question on the Friar’s Project.”

Michael sighed. He wasn’t getting paid to fantasize about Liz. And he was really really good at that. But the Friar’s Project had been in the works for months, and was really just as important.

*****
Liz ran a hand through her hair. She’d set it in curls and was wearing a long clinging backless black dress. She’d taken care with her appearance. She wanted to look like a girl. And remind Michael and Kyle that she was a girl. They usually just thought of her as one of the guys.

Apparently she was ready early because when she walked into the living room there was no sign of Michael. He hadn’t yet arrived when she got home, but she hoped he hadn’t forgotten about their date.

And then she heard a whistle at the door.

And she turned around the smile on her face slipping when she saw who was standing there. It was Michael, as she had never seen him before. In a suit and tie, his longish hair slicked back with gel, he looked amazingly sexy and the look of appreciation he gave her warmed her.

“Hey. You look amazing. Ready to go?” asked Michael.

“Yeah. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

“Thanks.” Michael held out his hand. Prepared to lead Liz out to his car. Surprised when Liz took it unquestioningly.

Michael didn’t say anything. But internally he was smiling. His plan was working.

*****
Liz was amazed at how well Michael behaved throughout the ballet performance, bored out of his mind. He nevertheless pretended to pay attention to the stage, not falling asleep once during the show. The only reason Liz knew he was bored was by how attentive he was to her. He noticed every move she made.

By the time the show was over Liz was starving and she’d made reservations at her favorite Mexican food restaurant, Rosa Mexicano, that was conveniently located across from Lincoln Center. They walked across the courtyard and made their way into the jam-packed restaurant.

“Good choice.” Michael said as they took their seats.

“You like this place too?”

“Like it? I love it. The guacamole here is to die for. Besides I love spicy foods.”

“Great. So how did you like the show?”

“Um. . . right the show. . . it was okay I guess. I’m not a big fan of the ballet.”

“I kind of figured. But you were great. Thanks so much for coming with me.”

“Well I like spending time with you Liz.”

“So we got interrupted last night before we could finish playing twenty questions.”

“We were playing twenty questions?”

“Well it certainly felt like it with all the deep dark secret stuff. But really I realized that I don’t know that much about you. And I feel as if I should. I mean not only have I known you for the past six or eight years, not only are you my roommate, I’m pretending to be dating you. And as a girlfriend I should know stuff.”

“Well what kind of stuff do you want to know?”

“I don’t know. How about where would you go if you could go anyplace in the world.”

“Florence, Italy.”

“Really? Why?”

“I think it’s the place every architect dreams of being. The art, the history of the city, the people who lived there, the Renaissance has its roots there. I think it would be an amazing place to see.”

“Wow. That does sound amazing.”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Me. I guess I’d love to go to Spain. I actually speak some Spanish and I’ve always seen it as a country of such contrast. I’ve always really wanted to visit.”

“Cool.”

“Oh my God! Is that Kyle?”

Michael’s heart sank. He did not want to watch Liz drool all over Kyle for the remainder of their dinner. He looked around, sure enough there was Kyle with Isabel. “Yep. There’s Isabel.”

“Weird. What do you think there doing here?”

“Eating would be my guess.”

“Funny Guerin. Let me scoot over a bit closer to you.”

“Why?”

“We’re supposed to be all lovey-dovey. Remember?”

Michael was silent. His plan was working. Only too well. She was very enthusiastic about dating him, but only as a means to an end. She was embracing the plan so far as it furthered her case with Kyle. He wondered if she had even planned this encounter.

“Yeah. I remember. Want to make out?”

“Okay.”

Michael felt as if he had been sucker punched. He had never thought Liz would agree to kiss. In a restaurant of all places. But his thoughts were completely erased by Liz’s next action. Pressing her lips against his, she nipped his lower lip with her teeth, taking advantage of his mouth opening to slide her tongue in. Michael couldn’t help but respond. She was an amazing kisser. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Kiss Liz. Only she wanted to kiss Kyle.

Disturbed by the idea of her imagining it was Kyle she was kissing, Michael broke off the kiss. Only to realize that Kyle had seen them and was making his way to their table. If anything wasn’t going to go according to his plan, the worst possible thing that could happen was that Kyle did get jealous.

But he couldn’t be that unlucky could he?

“Hey guys? What’s up?”

“Nothing much. We went to the ballet and are catching a late dinner.”

“Do you mind if Isabel and I join you?”

Liz looked over at Michael with a sparkle in her eyes. The hint of promise so very easy to find, only Michael knew it wasn’t really for him. He nodded his head, resigned he said. “Not at all man. Feel free.”

Dinner was ruined for Michael.

But not for Liz.

She took every opportunity to touch Michael. His hand, his shoulder, his arm. She looked into his eyes and smiled a special smile. She laughed at all his jokes and maintained their conversation flirty and the tone intimate. She made the entire dinner seem like a date between two people in love.

Only Michael knew it was a sham.

It was all he wanted. Liz, entirely his. But she was playing a part he had assigned to her, not thinking that it could be his very undoing. And now it was way too late to go back. He had to find a way to make his plan work. And soon.

Because it looked like Kyle might be seeing Liz for the amazing woman she was for the first time in his life.

And that would be the absolute worst.


TBC

posted on 8-Nov-2001 2:03:12 AM
My dears here I have a part that I hope you will like...in fact I'm pretty sure you will love...lol...but I'm not saying why!


Part 6


Liz said nothing as Michael slammed the door of the car. His mood had gone from good to bad to worse over the course of the evening. But she couldn’t figure out what it was that was bothering him. After all, this had been his idea, and it was working like a charm.

For the first time in her entire life Kyle Valenti was seeing not his good old buddy Liz, but attractive woman Liz. And it felt so good.

Liz said nothing as Michael drove with a serious case of road rage. She said nothing as he went the opposite direction of home. She wasn’t too anxious to get home either.

Kyle and Isabel would be there.

Actually, that wasn’t the reason she didn’t want to get home. She really didn’t want this evening to end. Even with Michael’s crappy mood, she’d been having such a good time. She’d felt like she and Michael were connecting.

And he was a good kisser.

She said nothing as Michael eased into a parking spot, even though she was sure he’d get a ticket. She knew he didn’t want to hear that now.

She said nothing as she followed him outside.

She said nothing as she moved to stand next to him and take his hand.

She said nothing as they walked up Broadway, towards Times Square. Even this late the city was alive. Light cast from store windows, apartments, billboards, streetlamps, taking place of the moon and stars hidden by the glare in the night sky. And people hurried, minding their own business, thinking of their own heartaches, or their quiet joy, as they walked on by.

Liz said nothing. She held Michael’s hand and leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked together. And she felt the moment his anger dissipated to nothing. She felt the way his grasp on her tightened.

They stood on the corner of 45th and Broadway waiting for the crosswalk to light up, the Cup of Noodles beaming down on them where they stood, when suddenly without words their lips met hungry, afraid, needing, wanting. Liz’s arms clasped tightly around his neck, her fingers threaded through his hair. He brought her flush against him, his hands at her back, pulling her closer, as close as he could bring her.

They separated. Breathing heavily. Their eyes meeting in a stunned instant before skittering away from one another.

“Let’s go home.”

With those words Michael broke the silence that lay between them. But there was still so much they couldn’t say.

*****

So it was in silence that they both walked back to the car, and in silence they rode all the way back home. It was in silence that they walked into the apartment, Michael locking the door behind him, expecting Liz to go on to her room after hanging their coats. Expecting to go on alone into his.

But when he turned, shrugging off his jacket Liz was waiting. She took his hands in hers, and led him into her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she hushed him before he could ask her all the questions that were running through his head.

She kissed him. Madly, deeply. With all the passion he knew she had inside.

And he kissed her. Wildly, searingly. With all the love he felt for her.

They tumbled onto her bed, tearing off each others clothing. His tie lay mangled on the floor next to three buttons and his shirt. Her dress lay in a puddle at her feet, the straps having snapped. She fiddled with the buttons at his waist, he struggled with the clasp to her bra.

They never stopped kissing, their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Soon enough they were both completely nude and nearly wild with desire.

Michael pushed Liz back towards the head of the bed, he was going to worship the woman he loved, he was going to show her a night she would never forget. It was already a night he would always remember.

He needed to feel her, all of her. Skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul, they would explore each other.

Liz kissed his neck and sucked gently at the base, where his pulse throbbed with increasing rapidity. Michael ran his hands down her shoulders, her arms, relishing the feel of her smooth skin against his hands. He couldn’t believe that he was holding her in his arms. He wouldn’t let her go now. Ever.

Slowly he reached to knead her small breasts. She was so small yet so perfect. He played with her nipples, rubbing the hard tips between his fingers before laving it with his tongue. Suckling gently he pulled on the rosy peak until she moaned and writhed beneath him.

She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling it slightly as he pleased her. Bending slightly, she ran her tongue across the outer shell of his ear, before sucking gently on his sensitive earlobe.

Michael groaned at the feel of Liz’s mouth against his skin. He continued his descent, spreading kisses across her flat stomach. She leaned back breathing in short rapid gasps, tensed in anticipation of what was to come.

Stopping only to look up at her as he reached the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Gently, he pressed a kiss against her most private of parts. She was already wet and ready for him, anxious for his next move. With his fingers he opened the womanly folds and lightly began tracing patterns against her heated skin.

Liz’s body bucked slightly in response, begging for more, always wanting more. Slowly he inserted his finger and began pushing in and out of her as she moaned in response. Feeling her tense up he replaced his finger with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her, tasting the essence of her. He made love to her with his hands, then his mouth. He wanted her to see the stars that hid in the New York sky.

Liz felt as if she was going insane, Michael’s mouth making her crazy with want. She moaned his name, begging him to soothe the ache she felt as her body throbbed with an intense need. She had never felt this much need. She had never wanted someone the way she wanted Michael to fill her at that moment. She needed to have him inside her or she’d explode with so much want.

Just when she thought she was about to explode Michael reached for his pants never stopping his assault on her senses touching her as he fumbled around his pockets for a condom and rolled it on his smooth hard cock before thrusting into her willing body with a vengeance.

Setting a hard fast pace they mated wildly. Their sweat-slicked bodied rubbing up and down as Michael slid in and out of Liz’s tight sheath. They climaxed, shivering with passion and heightened emotion. Still sheathed inside her body, he rolled on the bed to hold her as she lay on him.

Still Liz said nothing. She held onto him even after he withdrew and cleaned them up. Her head cradled on his shoulder she lay awake with her eyes closed, the rhythm of his heartbeat sounding in her ear.

Michael said nothing. He held her tightly and breathed in the scent of her on his skin. His mind raced with possible scenarios, but he feared that the only one that would be real was the one that had them not speaking.


TBC