Author: DMartinez
EMail: shockerdm⊕icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. Neutral Ground belongs to Jamie Walters. No infringement intended.
Note: Sequel to Daddy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michael thinks about his new situation with Liz.

Neutral Ground

I heard a shot last night
It woke me up from my sleep
There's no such thing as friendly fire
Oh Mama don't turn on the lights
Oh Papa get away from the window
You never know which way the Angel's coming in

--

Michael sat up when a car backfired near his apartment. His eyes ran over the dark room before his heartrate returned to normal and he lay back down, a warm body curled up at his side. The mother of his unborn child lay in his bed. He was going to be a father.

The thought terrified him.

Liz had spent the previous two nights with him in an effort to escape the wrath of her parents. She was pregnant at 17 and with an alien child on top of that.

It had started out as fun.

**

"Please, it's nothing you haven't seen before." Liz scoffed at Michael as she whipped her clothes on in the breakroom.

"Don't be too sure about that." Michael muttered under his breath and continued on his way to the bathroom. He splashed water onto his face and when he looked into the mirror, he saw her standing behind him. "You're really asking for it aren't you?"

"Asking for what?" She raised an eyebrow at him. He turned and crossed his arms. "Ok. I admit it. I am horny as hell and don't have an oulet. I imagine that you, being some sort of teenage boy feel the same way most of the time. I suggest we do something about it."

"Oh yeah? You going to buy me a hooker?"

"No. I mean, we could just have sex. Get it out of our systems, no strings attached." She said leaning in the doorway. "I wouldn't want to do it with a random stranger and neither of us are seeing anyone else... no emotions, no entanglements..."

"Yeah, I'm sure that you would go into something as cold hearted as that." Michael snorted and brushed past her to return to the kitchen.

"I could." He heard her from behind him. When he turned, she kissed him. When she let go. "See, didn't feel a thing but wouldn't mind doing it again."

**

He ran a hand over his face. There was no way he'd get back to sleep so he walked over to the counter and flipped through the papers there until he found his check. He stared at it a minute. Six dollars an hour for roughly seven hours of work during a weekday came to $42. Weekends meant longer shifts and doubleshifts. Roughly 20 hours a weekend on average came to $120. In two weeks that came to... $660... that was $1,200 a month. There of course were taxes... He was looking at barely $900 take home.

Rent was $450 with his underage discount, which left $450. Then there were utilities... $30 here, $40 here... Food... That didn't leave him with much to work with. He had to put what he didn't spend aside for Liz and the baby. If Liz worked too, it was manageable... not that either of them would have a job anymore. In a few months his underage discount would end, bumping up the price to a good $600 or so dollars.

Oh to have never started this thing with Liz. He turned to look at her, so peacefully asleep, depending on him to make everything better. That was a promise that he wasn't sure he could keep.

**

Michael ran into Liz in the breakroom after his shift. She peered up at him, her eyes full of questions. Finally she took a breath and spoke to break the awkward silence. "So I shouldn't have kissed you. Kissing is a sacred thing and it was too much. I could have made my point another way."

"You're right. I don't just kiss anyone." He told her.

"I'm still serious about this. We'll make rules..." She trailed off when he looked away. He looked lost. "Okay... look. Michael. I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend. I don't want flowers and candy from you..."

"What do you want? And why me?"

"You because I know you and you're safe. I don't have to worry about this arrangement getting spread all over town." She whispered.

"What's the arrangement?"

"OK... No kissing, no presents, no public hugs or hand holding." Liz looked at him long and hard. "I just need you to get it up for me when I need it. Think you can handle that?"

"No kissing... can we touch?" He queried, mildly intrigued by her proposition.

"We'd kinda have to." She shook her head from side to side.

"I mean, in other places, ways."

"Well, yeah. I guess." She put a hand to her head. "This isn't supposed to be so complicated."

"So you're saying that if one of us has an itch... the other will scratch it and that's it." He pondered aloud and glanced at her briefly.

"Essentially, yeah."

**

Michael nearly leapt out of his skin when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Then he calmed down when he felt a pair of lips on his back. "What are you doing up?"

"Nothing." He muttered, lifting a hand to touch hers where it rested on his stomach.

"Are these want ads?" Liz peered over his shoulder.

"I figure we could make it through the end of school if your parents don't find out about how I fit into this just yet... but I'd have to find a full time job once school lets out and somewhere your dad can't find me." He ran his other hand over his face and scratched at his eyebrow. "I'm just going on mine just now... We'd probably need to save yours for baby stuff for now."

"You're really taking this seriously, huh." Her lips brushed his ear.

"Well, yeah. It's a little person and... they need stuff and... we're the ones that gotta get them the stuff." Michael turned slightly to face her.

"I'm sorry Michael." She whispered softly. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Hey, probably wouldn't've happened without me." Their lips met softly a few times. "Come on. Back to bed."

**

And the water's gonna roll, roll up the dirty streets
And the wind's gonna blow out the lights
Rock this world to sleep
I don't wanna be left behind
And get caught between the lines drawn across this town
Runnin' out of neutral ground

--

"Michael." Liz hissed in his ear near the end of his shift.

"What?" He barked as he kept flipping burgers.

"I don't want an answer now but if it's yes... my window's open tonight." She disappeared back into the dining room and went about serving her tables. So, he thought about it. He watched her and he thought about it. It's not like she was ugly, Liz was pretty hot and obviously thought he could satisfy her needs.

"She's out of your league, Mikey. Forget it." Jose nudged him and moved to take over. "Leave before Mr. Parker makes you stay. And stay away from the boss's daughter... it ensures a longer life."

"I'll do that." Michael nodded and backed out of the kitchen, muttering to himself. "But that's not really the problem, is it?"

Shucking his shirt for a clean one in his locker, he heard Liz enter the breakroom. He could feel her standing there by the door. "Enjoying the view?"

"Something like that."

"Good. I'll see you later." He pulled his shirt over his head, he went out the back. "Lock the window. I'll let myself in."

--

Michael sat on her bed and waited for her to make a move. He sure as hell didn't know what he was supposed to do. Liz moved to sit on his lap and then reached to unbutton his shirt. Suddenly, he had to know something. His hands wrapped around hers. "Why didn't you go to Max?"

"Why do you think?" She scoffed and sat back. "If I wanted to sleep with Max, I could have... I have... He just wants a lot more than I can give him right now." She paused a moment but Michael didn't release her hands. "He wants a commitment but I can't handle that right now. I'm not asking you to commit, Michael. If one of us meets someone, we'll call this off."

"What is this?" He asked, making her look at him.

"Friends with benefits."

"Benefits." He repeated and then reached for her shirt. His hands slid up her smooth body as the shirt rose up and then finally over her head. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Her hand immediately reached for the snap on his jeans. He watched her carefully, noting the way her breasts heaved with her breathing, the way her hands shook slightly. He almost laughed when he thought how virginal that made her seem.

Michael was nervous too. This was dangerous territory but he had weighed the odds carefully. Of their entire group, he and Liz were the best at keeping secrets. This would stay between them. No one asked him questions and she... was on the outs with anyone who would. It was perfect. No one would find out and sexual needs were being met with no strings attached. He wouldn't have to spring for birthday presents or go to dinner and movies. It was a plus that Liz was so... luscious.

He was snapped back to reality when she slid off his lap. "What?"

"Take them off." Liz nodded somewhat stiffly, her eyes on his face. "It's kinda necessary."

"Right." He nodded. When he stood, her eyes remained locked on his face. The room was too silent. He could hear every rustle of denim as it came off his body. His shoes made clumping noises when they hit the floor. He glanced up at her when he reached for his boxers. "Am I doing this alone?"

"Oh, right." She blushed and reached down to slide off her own pajama bottoms. Her heart beat against her breastbone so fast she thought it would leap out. She wanted to laugh. It wasn't as if she'd never had sex before. Stepping out of their clothes, they resumed their position on the bed.

Her face felt hot as she raised her hands to slide down his chest. His cock hardened beneath her. Taking a deep breath, she reached down between them to stroke it gently. He let out a curse in a breath. Closing his eyes and listening to his own pants for breath, his hands ran up her legs to touch the firm globes of her ass.

He started to bring her down onto himself but she stopped him. "Wait. I'm... I'm a little nervous... can you help me a little?"

Nodding, Michael bent his head slightly to nuzzle her breasts. Liz took a deep breath and lifted a hand to the back of his head, encouraging his motions. He couldn't resist taking a nipple into his mouth. Her fingernails raked against his scalp to keep his mouth over her breast. He grazed her flesh with his teeth and slowly slid his hands away from her hips, upwards and around her back.

She arched her back thrusting her breast closer to him. One of his hands closed over her other breast and the other slid down between her legs to tease her until she was ready. Soft strangled cries fled her lips in between panting breaths. Her entire body began to heat up and flush as she was filled with desire.

Liz's head whipped backward, letting her hips follow the stroke of his thick fingers between her folds. She felt his finger enter her warmth and begin a gentle thrusting. Just a few moments of that torture and she was ready, hot and slick, wanting him inside her.

Guiding him to her entrance, she realized that he was much thicker than she had originally thought. Grunting, she pressed down, forcing herself to relax as he filled her up and stretched her walls. His free hand clamped down on her hip. "Shit." He muttered. "God, you're tight... If I didn't know better..."

"Shut up, Michael." Liz panted as she squirmed in an attempt to adjust her body to his girth. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"What?"

"You're big, Michael... really big." She tilted her hips in another attempt but it didn't change what was inside her.

Michael could feel himself tighten in response to her squirming. Finally he gripped her hips with both hands and began lifting her up and sliding her back down. The friction was almost unbearable and he moaned loudly. Liz clamped a hand over his mouth as she helped him to help her move against him. Her mouth opened in silent cries as his cock was enveloped in her heat over and over again.

--

Somebody's waitin' for my brother
To them he's just another number
To me he never did no wrong
My sister don't be pulled in
Dont' make the same mistake again
There's just no way to even up this score

--

Liz tensed up slightly when she felt him swell inside her. "No, Michael, not yet. Not yet."

It was too late, he couldn't stop the inevitable. His hands brought her hips down again and again as he spilled himself inside her. She felt the burning inside her, his stomach muscles contracting against hers and knew it was over for him.

Frustrated, she pushed herself off him when he finally stilled, his teeth marks on her fingers. "Fuck."

"Sorry." He managed to whisper as he fought to catch his breath. "It's been awhile. Next time... promise." When he looked over to wear she was sitting against the head board, he saw she was crying. "I'm sorry."

"Forget it." She gave a dry laugh and turned her head. Michael scooted backward on the bed and gripped her legs, pulling her beneath his face. "What are you doing?"

"Just relax." He whispered and shifted his body for his own comfort. His breath puffed against her thighs.

"Michael, you don't have to do that..." Her voice wavered toward the end as his tongue ran between her folds.

--

And the water's gonna roll, roll up the dirty streets
And the wind's gonna blow out the lights
Rock this world to sleep
I don't wanna be left behind
And get caught between the lines drawn across this town
Runnin' out of neutral ground

--

"Michael, Michael." Liz purred as he had her wound up tight again. His tongue dove between her folds, massaging her from bottom to top, only just flicking her clit before repeating. He teased her, thrusting the hot point inside her opening over and over. Her hips bucked up, prompting his large hands to press them down into the mattress.

Her back arched, her hands scraped at the bedding and her mouth hung open. She refused to make a sound. He was relentless in his teasing. "Please... please." The soft whispers brushed her lips. "Michael..."

His hot tongue slid up around her clit in hard, exact circles that seemed incredibly tight and mechanical and exactly what she needed. Her explosion left her boneless, limp.

Michael sat up, wiping a hand over his face. "We gotta do this again."

"Um-hm." Liz nodded almost imperceptibly.

**

Morning came too soon, with Michael holding his Liz but having gotten no sleep himself. Somehow the dawn had a calming effect on him and his eyes fluttered closed. Even as sleep took him over, he was sure there was something he was supposed to do but he was forgetting. He was forgetting everything lately. Whatever it was could wait until he could think straight... or at least stand straight. Thinking was never his thing.

**

Michael gripped his chair arms hard. Liz had told him that she couldn't accommodate his needs the way he'd like but she could still get him off and she was working on it. Her mouth burned him and engulfed him and consumed him. He came with a fury. She sucked him dry. Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled her up into his lap, plundering her mouth.

They had been at this thing for a good month or so with a couple of breaks. Things were going good... until they both realized they were breaking the first rule. No kissing.

Liz pulled away, warning in her eyes. "Michael..."

"I..." He couldn't explain why he had done what he had just done. They hadn't kissed since that first night down in the breakroom. Then they had agreed that it was off limits.

"We're not supposed to..." She whispered but didn't move from her spot on his legs.

"I know." He managed to murmur. Truth was, he wanted the whole thing. He wanted to kiss whenever the hell he felt like it, sex or no. His hands ran up her arms and cupped the back of her head and brought her face closer to his. He wanted to claim every single part of her. When the hell had he gone and fallen for her? It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be free sex, no strings. Too late he realized the strings had engulfed him. Their lips met softly. "I want to."

Liz melted into his arms, into his kiss. "Me too..."

--

I can't be no judge, I can't be no jury
I don't even know what's right or wrong
I stand between the walls
These forces are bigger than life
Seems like they'll never get enough

**

"Michael, what was the big deal that you had to see me so damn early on a Saturday..." Max's voice permeated Michael's dreams. He wanted him to go away. He just wanted to sleep wrapped around Liz for a while longer. "What the hell is going on?"

"Fuck." Liz whispered and opened her eyes to see Michael struggling to open his.

"Fuck." Michael sat up and turned to face the stunned Max. "Sit."

"Michael, what the fuck is going on?" Max stepped forward, slamming the door behind him. Michael could see the hurt in his friend's eyes even if his face was contorted in anger. "Michael!"

Liz hugged herself and moved away from Michael, tears forming in her eyes. Michael ran a hand over his face. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you. Sit."

"I'll stand." Max bit out.

"Look. You and Liz haven't been good in a really long time." Michael rose to his feet but was slammed back onto the bed when Max's fist connected with his face. He would have swung again if Liz hadn't shoved herself between them.

"Max, please, just listen." Liz pleaded with him. "Please."

"How long?" Max asked her, the hurt bleeding from his eyes and melting the anger on his face into a mask worth of the pain in his eyes.

"Months now." She whispered. "Several months and I'm sorry Max but there's more."

Michael cupped the throbbing part of his face as he once again rose to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Liz's middle. "Max, if you think you're pissed now, just wait until hear this."

"What could possibly be worse than this?" Max gripped his head and sank onto the couch. "God and all this time I thought it might be possible..."

"Max..." Liz reached out to him without moving away from Michael. He held her tight against him. "Max, I'm pregnant."

--

And the water's gonna roll, roll up the dirty streets
And the wind's gonna blow out the lights
Rock this world to sleep
I don't wanna be left behind
And get caught between the lines drawn across this town
Runnin' out of neutral ground

--

The silence was deafening. Together Michael and Liz watched the blood drain out of Max's face. It seemed like hours before Max spoke. "Pregnant?"

Liz nodded slowly. Michael shut his eyes and waited for the explosion, clinging to Liz for the strength to take whatever Max dished out. "We didn't mean for it to happen, Max."

"I'll bet. Do you love each other?"

The word was out before Michael realized he had opened his mouth. "Yes."

THE END