A/N: This is my first Morganville Vampires fanfiction so let me know what you think guys. I'm actually devastated at the lack of Michael/Claire stories. It's shocking. I love them together, so just had to write this. Thanks for reading. R&R.

~Lovelife xx

'Michael Glass, holding her in his arms'

His strong arms that curled around her waist. His arms that created a protective barrier around them, she could stay there forever in his safe embrace.
Feeling protected and loved.

Loved

No,No, Its wrong. She loves Shane. Shane who has done nothing but love, protect and care for her.
She loves him,
She loves Shane.

'And Bending'

She knew what he was about to do, she knew she should have resist it, it was wrong. Shane and Eve were standing right there, but she couldn't move, wouldn't move.

'And kissing her,
With tongue'

She should have pushed him away and slapped him. Kicked, clawed and screamed. Demanding to know what the hell he was doing. Asking how he could do this to Eve and Shane.
That's what she should of done,
but not what she did.

Her knee's grew weak and her shoulders relaxed as she gave into the kiss.
Would it have been so bad if she simply gave in? No probably not.

But she didn't just give in, she responded. Her lips moving with his as they fell into a pleasant rhythm.
Her hands moving to grip his upper arms, loving the way his muscles flexed.
His arms tightening gently around her slender waist.
Their tongues fighting for dominance until finally she gave in and just enjoyed being surrounded by Michael.

'Expertly'

As if he knew her, her ever desire and needs.
As if they had been doing it all their life. He held her like he knew what she wanted and her weaknesses. Like making her slight gasp into his mouth when his hand brushed her hip
or the pleasure that spiked through her system when he pulled her flush against his chest.
It was wrong.
She should pull away but she couldn't.
She simply melted into the euphoria that was Michael Glass.

"I swear to you Shane it didn't mean anything"

Hypocrite.

That one word summed her up, here she was stood arguing with Shane, accusing him of being jealous and paranoid. Telling him he had nothing to worry about because it was indeed Michael who had kissed her.

Reaction.

That's what she was blaming it on, she denied wanting Michael, she denied enjoying the bliss that was one kiss with Michael Glass. Her explanation was she was shocked and didn't comprehend what was happening. She panicked and it was just a reaction. A stupid human reaction.

He believed her.

That's what made her guilt more unbearable, that he was so in love with her, he instantly believed the pathetic excuse she had come up with. A reaction, what idiot would really believe that, well Shane. His slacker boy look and childlike mind was what appealed to her when they first met, but ever since that kiss, that one idiotic, inappropriate, terrible yet passionate kiss, her mind had been set on a certain blonde haired god.

Shane was the love of her life, sure it was cringe and sure they are nothing alike, but Shane is caring and protective, he wanted to marry her, to love her forever. He was supposed to be her first and only love. Yet she couldn't get Michael out of her head. She couldn't stop comparing Shane and Michael.

Michael was just as tall as Shane and even though Shane packed more muscle that Michael, he still had a well built physique. Every time she looked into the deep brown eyes of her boyfriend they morphed into a vibrant sincere blue.

Brown messy hair turned into shinny blonde locks and Shane's handsome face turns into angelic features of who else but Michael Glass.

"Okay baby, I love you" Shane whispered.

"Yeah, i know"