Alien Lover
By Danielle
Disclaimers: They don't belong to me, that's for sure! If they did things in Roswell would be a little bit different. Oh and the song is by Luscious Jackson- I don't own it either. I am just a big thief.
Notes: This is a Maria musing. It's not really too episode specific, though it does discuss the happenings in Heat Wave. For argument sake we'll say it's after The Convention.
Wiping off the heavily encrusted tables and counters of the Crashdown is never a thrill. It's even less of one when you are doing it alone on a Friday night. Yes, date night and yet again, Maria DeLuca was alone. And talking to herself, she added silently.
Friday nights were her night to close. Saturdays were Liz's. That was some consolation- at least Liz only got one night a weekend free, too. It was their duty to make sure everything was in the right place, sweep up and give the place a quick scrub down. More than boring usually. But tonight she had some salvation. Mr. Parker had just that week purchased a CD jukebox and Liz and Maria had gotten to pick out the music. She would finally be able to listen to something decent while she was cleaning.
Walking over to the machine with the key, she inserted it and flipped through the choices. Third Eye Blind, Sarah McLachlan, Jennifer Lopez… where was it? Aha, there it is, she thought and programmed the disc to play on random. Immediately the strains of Luscious Jackson's most recent CD "Electric Honey" wafted through the restaurant.
She swept happily to the smooth beats and funky bass. She was cleaning the shake machine when she heard it.
"Hear me now… I'm an Alien Lover."
Oh god, she couldn't escape! For once she hadn't been thinking of Michael Guerin. The fates were cruel. Why did there have to be a song called "Alien Lover"?
She wasn't sure whether the song was about being an alien lover or having one, but either way, it didn't matter. Because, let's be honest, she was having semi-loving feelings toward an alien. And she would kill to have this certain alien as a lover. God, his kisses… they just drove her insane. She couldn't sleep at night remembering the feel of his lips pressed against hers. And that's not the only thought that kept her awake.
He was so toned underneath those old clothes he wore. One time in the Eraser room, she had unconsciously ripped three buttons off the bottom of his favorite bowling shirt trying to get to his abs. She mentally shook herself. Think girl- grease traps, old food stains, overturned ketchup bottles, dirty floors, Michael and her on the dirty floor behind the counter…
STOP! She commanded herself. But the music was still going, repeating that dreaded phrase over and over again. "Here me now… I'm an Alien Lover."
Lips. His lips. His tongue swirling over her lips. The faint spiciness of Tabasco Sauce bringing her taste buds alive. The smell of him- leather and musk. A man smell. A Michael smell. When she had seen him through the door that one night, watching her as she swept, her heart had leapt into her throat. And then suddenly she had known just what to do. She couldn't deny it anymore- she wanted him. So she unlocked the door. Took a chance. Let him waltz into her life.
His touch burned, warmed her to the core. Their mouths had been inseparable in seconds. And then his hands had slid down her body as he walked her backwards to the counter, where her had lifted her up and placed her for convenience. Her legs had wrapped around his waist of their own accord, something in her wanting him closer, needing to posses him.
Michael. The name brought an equal amount of aggravation and lust these days. She had no doubt he still wanted her. Passion like that just doesn't disappear. He was simply in denial. Well, let him be, she thought. He'll be back for more someday. And she might even make him beg for it. But she would eventually give in. There was no denying the fire he stirred within her.
As the song ended, she put the shake machine back in working order and grabbed a sponge to do the grill. Yes, it's true, she thought as she sighed out loud. Without a doubt, Maria DeLuca was an Alien Lover. And she wouldn't trade that for anything or anyone of this Earth.
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Alien Lover by Luscious Jackson
Lightship lover
interplanetary other
sci-fi brother
if you are somewhere above us
airwave raver
cybercrazed savior
pest resistant, optimistic, send me a sign
I'm a low-meg rapper
fertile futuristic flapper
regenerating cells and
sending out spells
Hear me now/I'm an alien lover
I'm lovesick baby
for your saturine behavior
heard your flavor
makes you come off even stranger
hear my whisper
when I tell you I'm your sister
Fly me first class
over to your pad
Hear me now/I'm an alien lover
We're all rockin' it you should be rockin' it
bringin' it on til the break of dawn
if you're diggin' it/you should be singin' it
keep, keep on/so we're bringin' you all the fine
ladies/and we do like foolin' around/so bring
all your cats and your fanny packs/get up,
get up, get down
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