A.N. - This was inspired by the beginning of the episode "Ch-Ch-Changes" in Season 3. Maria DeLuca and Jim Valenti perform on stage, and Kyle, Jim's son, is groaning the entire time, saying that there are cleaner duets that they could have sung, and the entire time Jim and Maria are kind of all over each other. I'm kind of a May-December pairing addict, so I put them together for just a bit of smut. Hope you enjoyed it! Even if you didn't, tell me what you think!
As Maria performed with Jim on stage, an energy started to build up between the two of them. She wasn't sure if that was normal because she wasn't used to singing duets, or performing like this, either, but it was certainly powerful.
And then they got to the duet "Do You Love Me?" and, without even thinking about what she was doing, she pressed her almost bare back to his clothed one and felt more of that energy practically lighting up the nearly non-existent air between them.
Their' shoulders touched and she couldn't quite believe what she was now feeling.
From where they connected, a spark lit up and ran from the base of her neck down between her legs and Maria leaned her head back as she sang, losing herself to the sensations, pressing herself just a bit more firmly against him, enjoying it more than she had expected to.
It was entirely unexpected, and even though she had always recognized the fact that ex-sheriff Jim Valenti was nice looking, though somewhat rugged, as she turned back around and faced him she could suddenly see what an attractive man he truly was. Good god. He was…dare she think it…hot. Especially with the guitar slung low on his waist, emphasizing just how snug his jeans were on his long, lean legs.
And then he had his head leaning on her shoulder as he sang to her, and she playfully pushed him away, but the true reason why she had moved him away was that he was slowly driving her crazy…
Every time he got close to her she could smell the faint hint of cologne that was covered by a headier scent of salt and skin.
She found her motions on the stage becoming more and more sensual and she let herself relish in the feeling for a while longer, but as she moved she could feel his eyes on her, roaming her body, lingering. Even though she wasn't facing him, she knew he was staring.
They finished up the song and did a few others, Maria feeling the entire time as though it were some sort of flirting and foreplay combined into one.
She slipped backstage after the set to grab a bottle of water to cool off, but as soon as she'd disappeared behind the door, a firm hand had wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into a darkened corner.
A warm body was suddenly pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall, and she was about to scream when that same firm but gentle hand went over her mouth and a raspy voice breathed in her ear…
Maria would know that voice anywhere.
She relaxed beneath him and he dropped his hand. And then he leaned in, his breath brushing against her neck, the lower half of his body pressing up against her. Good god, she was melting already and he hadn't even really touched her.
Acting on instinct she brought her hands up to his sides and ran her fingers over the western button-up shirt, which hid so much, but she could feel firm abs beneath the stiff fabric.
The man had been a sheriff, after all, and her fingers were attesting to that fact.
She let out a low moan as he nudged his right thigh between her legs and was surprised to find her body arching up towards him, her breasts being pushed against his chest, dangerously close to being exposed in her low-cut, lacy camisole. She had originally worn it because she had known that she would get warm on stage and it would keep her cool, but now her body was burning so hot that she found herself longing to be out of it.
Jim let out low groan of his own as her hands tugged at the back of his shirt and slid up under it, her fingertips eagerly exploring the broad expanse of his back.
It soon became clear to both of them that they were playing a game: who would surrender first.
He retaliated quickly, pushing his thigh more firmly between her legs, and he grinned to himself when he felt her involuntarily grind down on his leg, her thighs clamping tightly around it, and he then heard her let out a low moan as he trailed the fingers of his right hand along the exposed section of skin just above her belt-line.
Jim: 1, Maria: 0
Her left hand slipped into his hair and pulled him forward…and then her tongue was on his neck, hot wetness gliding up to his ear accompanied by a not-too-innocent tug on his ear from her teeth.
He thought he might manage to hold out…but then she wrapped her lips around his earlobe and sucked on it, and he felt his body betray him as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her up his thigh so that her right thigh was now pressed firmly against his raging erection.
With a gasp, she pulled away from his ear and dropped her head back.
It looked like he'd won the last battle after all. Jim: 2, Maria: 0
Deciding to take advantage of their position, he slid his right hand to her left leg and pulled it up around his waist, simultaneously pulling the two of them even closer together as well as opening her up to him. Even though she wore jeans, they were skintight and left little to his imagination.
Even through both of their jeans he could feel the heat from her center, and he craved it.
He knew what he wanted.
Jim Valenti wanted to push Maria DeLuca to edge and to make her want nothing more than to come back to him, over and over again. This was his chance.
Feeling bold, he moved his left hand to her hip and slid his thumb just beneath the edge of her jeans, his fingertip encountering soft, warm flesh…and nothing else. Good god, she wasn't wearing underwear. She wasn't wearing underwear.
His eyes rolled up in his head at the images that now bombarded his thoughts. So many possibilities and so little time.
He pressed himself more firmly against her and smiled when he heard her let out a low groan.
They both relished the feeling, neither of them speaking for fear of breaking the moment that was lingering in the air between them. One of Maria's hands slid up into his hair and pulled him close, her other hand still up the back of his shirt, their mouths nearly touching. It was a line that they hadn't crossed.
But the question was, should they?
He saw her eyes close and her breath come in shorter gasps and he leaned in, still holding her tightly to his body, ready to cross the line…
And then they were kissing, and Maria could barely believe that it was happening…but it was wonderful. Good god, the man could kiss!
His tongue caressed hers, and seemed to taste every corner of her mouth, while she simply tried to keep up with him. Her entire body felt as though it were on fire, and suddenly she could not be close enough to his body. She pressed her hips into him, trying to ease the ache between her thighs, but it wasn't enough.
In one easy move, she lifted her other leg and wrapped both of them around his hips, grinding herself over him, letting a moan escape into their kiss.
His hands had moved from her waist to her ass and held her more firmly to his growing erection and she let out another moan, gasping as he managed to capture it and plunder her mouth more fully, angling himself just right against her so that she could rub herself against him.
She felt herself almost going over the edge at the sensory overload.
Kyle made his way backstage, looking for his dad, and saw Mitch, the drummer, off to the side.
"Hey, Mitch, you seen my dad?"
He grunted and nodded his head, pointing over to the side saying, "Yeah. Around the corner. I think he was talkin' to your friend, Maria."
The drummer nodded again, and Kyle made his way around the corner…and suddenly wished that he hadn't. Yep. His dad was there, alright…but so was Maria. Pressed up against a wall. With one hand under his shirt and the other one tangled through his hair, her legs wrapped high around his waist, their mouths connected in a heated kiss, thrusting against each other.
Oh dear god, there was not enough soap in the world to un-see what he had just seen.
He quickly left backstage, ignoring Mitch's question of whether or not he'd found his dad, determined to ignore everything that he'd just seen and never tell a single soul about it even under pain of death.
There was no way in hell that he would be the one to tell Michael…