Before going shopping with my mom and my cousin...Laira
sunrise102 wrote:*sigh* I think I'm ready for a happy chapter. As much as I love the angsty ones ( ) I much prefer seeing M and L be real with one another. We gonna see more damage being undone right? Random question: has Liz seen a therapist?
First question: Coming right up
Second question: Nope, she hasn't. Maybe that's her problem guel
guel wrote:But one special part I would love to read! I so hope you're gonna write a snapshot of their "first" time after the reunion? when they come close again? I hope you do, because I'm gonna die if you wont. you dont want me to die, do you?
I really really don't want you to die. So....take a look at the chapter...Sara
Thank you thank you thank you!!!Updated Timeline44. Happy Birthday, Max
July 2nd, one day before Max’s birthday
(2009) Max is 23 (going on 24), Liz is 23
Max stopped shortly inside the door, unused keys dangling from his hand completely forgotten as his jaw became slack and his eyes scanned the dark apartment.
From the unlocked door, he already knew that Liz was here, but the mixture of darkness and occasional candles flickering around the room had anticipation fluttering in his chest. It was not unusual for Liz to spend her nights at his place, more than willing to avoid the tension between her and her brother at their apartment, but the darkness was anything but usual.
“Lizzie?” he asked, wincing as his voice echoed too loudly in the quiet room.
He frowned as he put the keys on the kitchen counter. What was she up to?
“Parker? You’re here?”
Instinctively knowing where to go, he pushed the bedroom door open and poked his head inside. The warm yellow hue of burning candles swam before his vision again and he had to squint to make out her quiet shape in the semi-darkness.
She was on the bed, her body pulled together in one of his football sweaters that had the ability to drown her tiny shape. Her head resting against her pulled up knees she looked up at him with tears hanging off her dark eyelashes. The tears on her cheeks threw a reflection towards him in the humble lightning and his heart skipped a beat.
His gym bag slid off his shoulder to the floor by its own force and Max was crawling across the expanse of the bed towards Liz before she had the chance to take her next breath.
Red eyes blinked closed as he put his hand against her wet cheek, concerned fingers trailing down the flushed skin.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, concern fluttering against each syllable.
“It’s just…” Liz mumbled and then shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
His expression sharpened further with concern. “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head, her closed eyes avoiding his concern which would only make her start to cry again. After one hour of crying, she had almost managed to establish a state of control. She was not going to let this ruin the night. She’d had plans for tonight.
His hands pushed her hair away, his thumbs brushing along her hairline and edging her head backwards, forcing her to look up at him. “Did something happen today?”
Pushing his hands away, causing him to rest back on his heels, Liz brushed the tears off her cheeks and looked up at him with an overly optimistic expression that only served to further dig the worry into Max’s heart. “I’m fine. I just had a breakdown or something. I just needed to let it out. And I’ve done that now. I’m fine.”
Max took one long look at her, noticed the pain and unspoken sorrow in her eyes, before easing her into his lap. Her thighs encased his as her soft body folded itself against his. Curling up against his chest, she inhaled deeply, letting his arms envelope her and immerse her in safety.
“I know that you love your brother,” Max said softly against her ear, his voice edged with possessiveness, “but if something he said made you feel this way, I’m gonna-“
Before he could work himself into an angry knot, Liz interrupted, “It’s not Mike.”
He relaxed, relieved that he didn’t have to put himself between Liz and Michael again, but confusion at what had happened itched the edges of his mind.
Before he could open his mouth to utter his next question, Liz pulled away, angrily brushing her face free of tears. “You know what? I’m not gonna let her win. She’s not gonna destroy this for me.”
He looked up at her as she rose on her knees in front of him, brushing her hair away from her face in a cathartic manner, taking deep breaths and rubbing her cheeks free of tears. “Who?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she said, speaking more to herself than to Max.
His hands moved back and forth along the sides of her thighs, not really concentrating on what he was doing, his motion an automatic gesture in trying to calm her down. “Of course nothing’s wrong with you.”
Liz’s breath hitched and she stilled as she became aware of the heating of her skin being created by the friction of Max’s palms gliding repeatedly across her naked skin where the sweater failed to cover her up.
Her eyes met his and he stilled at the raw expression in her eyes. His fingers paused and seemed to melt into the softness of her skin as his eyes traveled from the dark hungry look in her eyes to her moist lips.
“I had it all planned,” she whispered, her breathless voice surprising both of them.
There was caution in his movements as his hands moved up the sides of her thighs, still underneath the sweater. His breaths were burning the insides of his airways, his hands trembling with barely contained desire. “What, kitten?”
His heartbeat came to an abrupt stop as his fingers encountered lace underneath the sweater. With a stumbling triple beat, his heart re-started and his eyes widened as he looked into her eyes; the understanding clear in his eyes even though he wasn’t sure he dared to believe it.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, his fingers digging possessively into her pliable flesh, he pulled her back onto his lap with a strong tug. She gasped at the sudden movement, a thrill running through her as her chest brushed against his. Their breaths mingled together as a slow smile spread across Max’s lips, his eyes burning into her trembling lips with anticipation of their taste. “What are you up to, Parker?”
“Well,” she whispered, her voice shallow against the heat of his hands curling around her back. “There’s a reason for the candles, you know.”
As if he had no idea what she was talking about, his eyes widened in interested surprise. “Is there?”
His hands continued to travel across the expanse of her naked back, occasionally encountering areas of lace, trying to map a picture in his mind of whatever she was hiding underneath that oversized sweater of his.
She nodded seriously. “It’s your birthday tomorrow.”
A slow seductive smile spread across his lips causing her body to flush with hungry lust, and her body tensed with anticipation as firm pressure against her shoulder blades pushed her flush against him.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, as if this was something new, “that’s right.”
He dropped his head; the stubble on his cheek brushing against her flushed one as his lips brushed against the junction between her neck and shoulder. A soft moan drifted across her lips.
“Only two hours to go,” she got out in a breathless whisper as Max’s lips drifted teasingly, slowly, across her skin. Tracing the outlines of the collar of the sweater.
“Are the candles my birthday present?” Max whispered, causing vibrations to entice her skin.
She arched her head backwards and Max immediately took advantage of her new position, by trailing his lips across the front of her throat up to her chin. Her voice was strained as she responded, “They’re part of it.”
“Mmm,” he said against her skin. “I like the sound of that.”
“Max,” she whispered, a whining quality to her voice caused him to smile against her skin. “You’re destroying my plan.”
She immediately cursed herself for saying too much as he almost instantaneously pulled away and looked at her curiously. “What’s your plan?”
Liz swallowed. Her throat felt dry and goosebumps covered every single millimeter of her body. “It’s a surprise.”
Ever so slowly, with a crooked smile trailing across his lips and eyes watching her intently, Max let his hands slide down her body the same way they had come from. Liz’s body tensed with sexual expectation, arching up against his chest, pressing her aching lower body close against his, as his fingers teased their way down her willing partly exposed skin.
An eyebrow raised in question and his head cocked to the side as he withdrew his hands from underneath the sweater. “What do you have in mind?”
She looked at him, the insides of her bare thighs quivering against the warmth of his jeans-clad muscular thighs, and bit her lower lip as sudden insecurity draped over her.
The sight of her transparent vulnerability melted his heart and his eyes softened. “Will I like this present?”
The purpose of the question was to soothe her nerves and make her more comfortable to precede, so he was not prepared for the confusion he felt as her eyes dropped from his and with two hands against his chest for support she started to slide off his body.
His hands wrapped themselves around her wrists resting against his chest and he bent his head downwards so that his gaze could capture her evading one. “Liz?”
Taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes together she started to shake her head. “It’s silly.”
He let her go as she further removed herself from his body, staring at her as she walked off the bed and straightened out the sweater so that it once again fell to cover her body to her knees.
“What is it?” he wondered, watching her hands tremble as she brushed them through her dark hair.
“This was Maria’s idea,” she mumbled avoiding his eyes.
He straightened, following each nervous movement of her body intently. “The candles?”
She bit her lower lip anxiously. “Not just the candles. The present. Your present.” Taking a deep breath, her voice quivered slightly as she added, “Maria took me shopping and it all sounded great when we were planning it. I came home and I lit all this candles and…and I…” a faint blush colored her cheeks as she looked towards the ceiling in embarrassment, “I wanted to look attractive…sexy…”
His voice was soft, his eyes burning as he mumbled, “Liz…”
“Then she called and…” She inhaled deeply, her eyes squeezing close to stop the next round of tears. “She made me feel stupid. And ugly and…”
Her voice trailed off as he moved from the bed, taking a seat on the edge in front of her. A surprised gasp was squeezed from her chest as his strong hands took a firm grip on her hips and pulled her into the circle of his legs. Looking up at her, he looked almost angry as he said tensely, “You’re not ugly. You’re stunning.”
Her body stilled and she looked at him in surprised shock. “Max, I-“
“Who told you that?” he asked, already planning to find this person and tell her a thing or two about how much she was about to regret ever making his girl cry.
She swallowed, a tear rolling down her cheek. “My mother.”
He sighed and pulled her body close to his while he pressed his head against her abdomen. His comment was muffled as Liz’s hands automatically reached down to slide through his dark hair, which was damp from the shower he had taken at the gym. “I hate that woman.”
“I know I should ignore what she says, but she’s-“
He looked up at her sadly and nodded in understanding, “-your mother.”
She grimaced. “Exactly.”
“She’s wrong, you know. Whatever she said, she’s wrong.”
Liz smiled sadly. “How can you be so sure that everything she said is wrong?”
He looked at her seriously. “Because she doesn’t see you.”
Her eyes warmed and she asked gently, “Like you?”
Max nodded. “Uh-huh.”
She exhaled tiredly. “I hate that she ruined my night.”
He shook his head in protest. “It’s not ruined.”
“I feel stupid,” she whispered. “I was supposed to…” a warm blush that went straight to his heart spread across her cheeks as she quickly mumbled the end of that sentence, “seduce you.”
Warmth hit his heart and he felt his chest overfill with love. “You still have time.”
She almost rolled her eyes at him, an amused smile playing across her lips as she contained the temptation to throw herself at him and kiss him senseless. “You really want me to?”
He looked at her like she was crazy. “Hell yeah.”
She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Well… I did shop for it.”
Desire tightened his body as he watched her step away from his body. Smiling shyly, causing his heart to constrict, she reached for the bottom of the sweater and slowly trailed it upwards.
She looked so nervous that he almost reached out to stop her, but he was afraid that would send the wrong message. That she would think he didn’t want her to continue.
As her movements started to reveal dark red lace underneath the shapeless sweater, his fists tightened around the mattress to prevent himself from rising to his feet and assisting her in removing that sweater from her body.
With two hands she pulled the sweater over her head, revealing the lacy panties, the matching lacy bra and the transparent veil attached to the bottom border of the bra, floating sensually around her soft curves.
Max’s breath caught in his throat.
She was gorgeous. Heart-stopping, outrageously stunning. The sexiest part was that she had no idea of just how sexy she was standing there nervously clenching her fists and worrying her bottom lip.
“Kitten,” he breathed.
The emotion in his eyes overwhelmed her and she reached for the discarded sweater, stuttering, “It’s stupid.”
Max shot up from his seat and grabbed the hand that was reaching for the safety of the sweater, pulling her hand towards his and effectively pulling her up against him.
“Damn Lizzie,” he murmured, his eyes eating her up. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She looked at him, bewildered, “I’m sorry…” wondering if she had done something wrong.
He chuckled and shook his head. “You wear clothes that alone have the capacity to give me a heart attack only to seconds later decide to cover yourself up again.”
She smiled softly. “I don’t look stupid?”
He rolled his eyes, before cradling her face and placing heated lips against hers, pouring every ounce of desire and love into that one kiss.
They broke apart gasping, Liz fumbling for a hold on his arms to stop herself from stumbling, and Max winked at her. “That’s
how you make me feel.”
She took a deep breath and nodded, dropping her eyes to fumble with the front of his T-shirt.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“I’m nervous,” she asked truthfully, causing his heart beat to falter once again. She never failed to surprise him.
His voice was gentle as he asked, “Why are you nervous?”
Her cheeks blushed the warmest of colors. “I’m
your birthday present, Max.”
Max inhaled deeply, his steady grip on the floor faltering. His voice was lacking in strength as he tried to put words on how much that meant to him. “That’s more than I could ever wish for.”
She nodded, still afraid to meet his eyes. “It’s just… this is the first time since…you know, the last time.”
Not being able to contain himself any longer, he leaned in and gently captured her lips with his. His words were merely a whisper but shot straight into her heart. “I love you.”
She nodded, the emotions rendering her speechless. “I’m scared.”
Max frowned. “Why?”
“Last time was just sex-“
“It wasn’t just sex.”
Liz looked up at him, seriousness drowning her expression. “We were drunk-“
“You were drunk, sweetie.”
Her eyes darkened and he got a glimpse of the rebellious girl he was so used to. “Are you trying to say that you were completely sober?”
“You were really drunk,” Max smiled.
“So were you,” she countered stubbornly.
“You were worse.”
“Come on, you were just as bad.”
had some self control.”
She looked at him incredulously. “Was that before or after you attacked me?”
His mouth fell open in shock. “I did not
She smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “No?”
Max’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the mischievous smile play on her lips. “You provoked me.”
It was now Liz’s turn to be shocked. She blinked. “I provoked you?”
“You were comparing me to some other guy.”
“Awww.” Her mouth pouted as she leaned in and patted his head, her act the picture of innocence, but in response Max’s groin tightened with desire. This woman had no idea how sexy she was and how deeply she affected him. She was totally unaware of the power she held over him. “Did my big bad words bruise your ego?”
She had a chance to see the miniscule narrowing of his eyes a second before his attack.
Pushing himself to his feet so rapidly it almost made her dizzy, Liz inhaled sharply as he was suddenly towering over her, his body exuding dangerous sexuality.
She didn’t even have time to follow the temptation to lick her lips before his fingers curled forcefully through her hair and with a sharp tug snapped her towards him, their lips meeting in an explosion of sensations. Melting into his touch, her hands moved restlessly across the front of his shirt, while his hands moved down her neck, following the curve of her back while leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
She didn’t notice how he moved their entwined bodies up against the wall until her back pressed up against the hard unyielding material.
Max’s hands slid down the sides of her body, brushing along the sensitive skin of her thighs before encircling the flesh in his hands and hefting her upwards. Liz followed his silent directions, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” he murmured against her lips.
In the midst of the heavy sexual atmosphere, Liz almost rolled her eyes and said disbelievingly, “Come on.”
He grabbed a hold of her hand and brought it to the front of his jeans, where her appearance and innocent sexuality had worked its magic. Her sharp inhalation got stuck in her throat and she stared into his challenging eyes. “Still don’t believe it?”
Taking a shuddering breath, which was followed by a nervous swallow, Liz moved her hand slightly upwards, the slow brush of her fingers causing Max’s breathing to falter as well. Reaching the top of his jeans, she manipulated the button out of the button hole and took a hold of the zipper. The slow caress of her tongue across her lips signaled her nervousness as she slowly pulled the zipper down.
“Relax,” Max whispered softly, with his own heart hammering in his ears.
A weak smile tickled her lips as she nodded slowly at the same time as she brought her hand up along the outer seam of his boxers. With the thick denim material out of the way, her touch almost had him losing his grip on her.
A tad too forcefully, he pushed her harder up against the wall to keep them from falling, causing her to gasp and her exploring hand to press firmly against him. He pressed his forehead against her, fighting for control with shallow breaths.
“I love you,” he said breathlessly.
Her hand whispered up underneath his sweater, encountering the firmness of his chest. She sighed. God, she loved his body.
“And I you,” she whispered back, tugging on his sweater to make it move upwards.
He put an inch or two between their entwined bodies so that she could pull the sweater over his head, facing her with the glorious expanse of his naked chest.
She stared at his chest and mumbled, “God.”
Max kissed the tip of her nose before pulling back and asking seriously, “What?”
“You’re so…” Liz shook her head in disbelief, “…freaking hot
He laughed at her exclamation, causing her to smile along with him and her nervousness faded some. He kissed her smiling lips. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for years. You just wouldn’t believe me.”
“Funny,” she mumbled, lost in the details of his chest. She was being held up by Max’s hips supporting her thighs, the wall he was pressing her up against, and his arms pressing into the sides of her body, leaving her own arms completely free to do what they wanted.
She wanted to touch every part of his body, kiss every inch of his skin. The need was burning strong inside of her and she had a suspicion that she had already lost her control of the situation. She was no longer the seductress; she was now the one being seduced.
As her hands moved slowly across his bare chest, Max used his thumbs, while the rest of his hands grabbed her firmly so she wouldn’t fall, to part the silky veil hanging from the bottom of her bra. His hands itched to touch her soft skin. But he knew that touching would very soon not be enough.
Liz laughed in exhilarated laughter as he spun them around and they fell onto the bed in a bundle of limbs. Her laughter slowly quieted until it disappeared as Max stilled above her, looking down at her with serious eyes.
A smile remaining on her face, she asked softly, “What?”
“Still nervous?” he wondered and the intensity of his gaze had a current of pure heat course through her.
“I really want it be perfect,” she answered.
His eyes turned amused. “Keeping the pressure up, huh?”
She shook her head slowly. “Sorry, it’s not like that-“
His gentle smile interrupted her. “I know what you mean.” As he spoke, his hands parted the veil yet again, baring her abdomen to him. She momentarily looked down at what his hands were doing, before glancing up at him again as he spoke. “I want it to be perfect too.” He lowered his head and placed the most gentle of kisses in the center of her abdomen, just above her bellybutton. “I don’t want to disappoint you-“
“You couldn’t disappoint me,” she objected quietly, her hands tightening in their hold on the sheet on either side of her body to stop them from attacking him and pulling him even closer.
His lips trailed slowly up the middle of his abdomen, causing her breathing to turn almost non-existent and her body to writhe in pent-up anticipation, stopping only when he reached the lace of her bra.
“I mean,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard her words, “we had that one perfect night-“
Her smile was evident in her voice, “You think it was perfect?”
He lifted his head from worshipping her body and met her eyes, his stare piercing and filled with emotions that sent a tremble down to the center of her body. “It was perfect.”
“I wasn’t too…” she bit her lower lip, feeling the nervousness again now that he was looking at her, “…inexperienced?”
“Well…” he said, a slow smile spreading across his lips, which had her eyes narrowing and before he could put words to what his teasing silence was already saying a disapproving expression fell upon Liz’s beautiful features.
“Max Evans,” she said with clear warning, causing Max to smile. He knew exactly what game he was playing.
So did she.
“There was a certain level of…innocence,” Max said slowly, his voice deep and soft, caressing her very soul, making it hard for her to be angry with him as the familiar waves of desire flooded her senses.
She barely felt his expert hands behind her back, unclasping her bra, instead gasping in surprise as the familiar support loosened around her breasts while the air chilled the skin Max’s hands were slowly exposing to his eyes.
“Which was incredibly…” he pulled the bra straps free from her arms and threw the undergarment on the floor, his eyes traveling to her exposed breasts, “….sexy.”
She shivered beneath his eyes, her breast rising in a deep intake of air, the movement causing Max’s eyes to widen with hunger and Liz’s heart to flutter weakly underneath her left hardening nipple.
“You found me not knowing what to do ‘sexy’?” Liz asked, trying to sound incredulous, but the sensation of his wet lips encircling her nipple making it anything but incredulous.
“Oh, you knew what to do,” he whispered, sound waves vibrating against her breast.
“God,” she moaned, her fingers in his hair, sliding through the damp tresses with a desperate need to hold onto something.
“You were not all that innocent with alcohol in your system, sweetie,” Max said, sliding his chest up against hers as he caught her lips with his.
Her breath pushed out in a staccato motion as she clung to his lips, her thighs moving up to press against the sides of his body, trapping him between her legs.
“Maybe that’s what I need,” she said between kisses. “Booze.”
His hands slid behind her back yet again, this time to move them into sitting position as he sat back on his knees, pulling her with him. Brushing her tousled hair away from her flushed cheeks, he placed one kiss on each cheek and finished with one on the tip of her nose. “If I hadn’t been so drunk myself, I probably would’ve listened more to the warning bells.”
Catching onto the seriousness in his voice, she frowned, her hands moving slowly up and down the warm skin of his back. “What do you mean?”
Giving her a gentle smile, Max answered, “You were absolutely perfect, kitten. But I knew at the back of my head that something was off. You didn’t act like someone that’d had sex before.”
Looking at him seriously, Liz whispered, “Would you have stopped? If you had listened?”
He barely hesitated before nodding.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “So if you had known I was a virgin, you would never had let it go that far?”
His eyes begging her to not take it the wrong way, his reply was soft, “No.”
She dropped her eyes and stared unseeingly at how her hands by their own force were sliding along his collarbone.
“Liz, listen,” Max said. “I wanted your first time to be with someone you loved. So I would never have done that to you if I had known. Because I wanted all the typical romantic stuff for you. I wanted your first time to be…” he gestured to the surrounding flickers of the candle lights, “…this. Candles, a nice bed, with someone you loved. Someone you had decided to give your virginity to.” He shook his head regretfully. “Not in a dark house, with someone you hated, while you were drunk.”
She shook her head, a humorless smile on her lips. “I never hated you. I’ve loved you for longer than I wanted to admit. And that night, I really loved you. When you made love to me that night, I felt really loved. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
He looked guilty. “I still didn’t want that for you. Even if you had feelings for me back then, you probably didn’t want to end up in that situation with me and I shouldn’t have used my…uhm…experience against you and used you that way just because I desperately wanted you.”
She laughed softly, amused by how stupid they had been back then. “I wanted you too. I wanted you so much it scared me. So I drank more. And more. And then some.”
“So I didn’t scar you irreparably?” Max wondered without a trace of humor in his voice. That question had in fact haunted him for years. Ever since that night. Had he killed something in Liz that night by robbing her of that innocence? By robbing her of her choices?
She shook her head, reassurance bright in her eyes. “Apart from the fact that I was trying to kid myself into believing that it hadn’t meant anything to me and that it had been a mistake, that night is very close to my heart. It still is.”
The hint of a smile grazed his lips before he leaned in and tenderly kissed her. Pulling back he said quietly, “Thank you, Parker.”
Looking down in chaste shyness that had his heart missing a beat, Liz asked, “Make love to me, Max?”
He smiled. God, how he loved her. And then she added, “I can’t wait any longer,” while looking up at him through dark eyelashes and his resolve broke.
Crashing her mouth to his he lowered her onto her back, kissing down her chin, continuing down her throat, trailing between her breasts and feathering down the middle of her stomach.
“Deal,” he mumbled as he reached her bellybutton and she closed her eyes as the desire bordered on painful, needing him inside of her right that second or else she would very possibly spontaneously combust.
As his mouth moved past her bellybutton, his hands hooked into her panties and pulled them downwards.
Her body trembled in a combination of desire and nervousness as his hands brushed up the insides of her thighs, being acutely aware of how his burning eyes kept their hold on her half-closed eyes, carefully watching her every reaction.
“I think you should take your pants off,” she whispered into his ear as it passed by her lips.
Max smiled in interest. “Really?”
“Really,” she replied. “It’s unfair with just one of us being naked.”
“I’m not complaining,” Max said.
“I know,” she sighed in pleasure. “But I want you…inside of me.”
At her words, he lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes, the surprise evident in his eyes with a completely different emotion darkening his gaze.
“Why, Miss Parker,” he murmured, “I must say…I love it when you talk dirty.”
She rolled her eyes since she knew that was not really talking dirty by any standards, and teased her tongue around the shell of his ear, saying, “Why am I not surprised?”
“Because you’re a naughty girl?” Max wondered with amused curiosity.
His words made her laugh, but the laughter ended on a determined note as she said, “Pants off. Now!”
“Charming,” he murmured, but there was a hunger in his eyes as he rolled off her and rose to his feet next to the bed.
His stomach grumbled with desire as his eyes landed on her naked form on the bed. She had carefully followed his every move from the bed to the floor and now she was popping her head up to rest against her supporting elbow after having rolled onto her side.
A fresh blush rose over her cheeks as she realized what his starving eyes were surveying and her uppermost leg automatically fell down over the other, her knee covering her delicately.
Deciding not to comment on her newfound shyness, Max brought his hands to his already undone pants, courtesy of Liz Parker, and pushed them slowly down his muscular thighs stopping halfway to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively in her direction which had her blush turn a deeper red.
She had seen him naked before. This wasn’t their first time.
Still it felt like it.
The situation had all of the newness, the awkwardness and shyness of a ‘first time’. Even though Liz would always remember their first time like something beautiful, she didn’t mind seeing this as a second first time.
He threw his pants to a corner of the room and they were quickly forgotten as they both focused their attention on his boxers. She bit her lower lip while watching him. Just as he was about to push them down, she moved into sitting position in front of him. The surprise was evident on his face as she reached out, the light from the candles flickering across her pale skin, and grabbed a hold of the front top of his boxer, pulling him towards the bed by the elastic material.
Licking her lips, she gazed up at him through her lashes. “Let me.”
Suddenly speechless, Max swallowed and nodded.
She inched her fingertips inside the waistband of the boxers, moving slowly along the edge of the material while noticing his abdomen move with gradually increasing breaths out of the corner of her eye. She felt the hardness of his muscles underneath the skin, felt the goosebumps spread across her own skin as she pushed her small hands inside his boxers, brushing her palms flat over his ass.
His well-defined abdomen was at the level of her eyes and she simply leaned forward and pressed a kiss above his bellybutton, much the same way he had done earlier. As she hooked her thumbs over the upper edge of the boxers and started to inch them downwards, her lips slowly dragged along his abdominal muscles intermittently shaping her lips into small kisses along the trail.
She was starting to feel faint from all the sensations, not really sure how much more of this she could take. Before she had a chance to get stable on her feet, his mouth attacked hers with an intensity that put a serious dent in her heart beat. Suddenly she was on her back again, on the bed, his mouth still devouring hers, but now she could feel him in all of his naked glory brushing up against her while he laid between her legs.
One hand against her shoulder blades, he pushed her upper body up against his while in one stroke he pushed inside of her.
She gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders while his hand moved from her back to the back of her neck, melting their lips together. Her ankles locked into each other across his lower back as he pulled back only to immediately push back in again.
His hands caught a hold of her upper arms, tugging until her nails came undone from his shoulders and he redirected her hands above her head, moving them into a restrained position against the pillow while he pushed into her again, his tempo adhering to her command.
Her body arched up and met his every stroke, feeling oddly aroused by the fact that he was possessively restraining her hands over her head, in a way controlling her body.
Sweat trickled down between her breasts in response to the heat building in her body. Goosebumps came and went across her skin as his skin brushed repeatedly against hers. As the friction of him inside of her started to reach its peak, she dug her heels into his ass, urging him on.
As the last word left her mouth, he released her arms, put his hands against her back and pulled them into a seating position.
A tear rolled over the rim of her eye and down her cheek and Max brushed his hand up along her arm until he reached her cheek and gently pushed it away.
She sniffled, smiled and bent her head to kiss his lips. Pulling away, they watched each other’s expressions as their bodies moved together, once again working towards the final release.
Their bodies moved slowly against each other as they came down from the high, foreheads pressed tightly together, lazy kisses being placed on the closest patch of skin.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she tightened her arms and legs around him and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. His fingers brushed lightly up and down her spine, causing havoc to her body while he placed small kisses on her damp shoulder.
“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her voice broken with emotion.
His arms encased her in a tight embrace as he pulled his head slightly backwards so that their mouths would line up. Kissing the tear tracks on her cheeks away, he finished with her sweet soft mouth that was swollen and full.
“You were perfect,” he replied, eliciting a smile from her. “Absolutely extraordinary.”
“You did a pretty good job yourself,” she said and nuzzled her nose under his chin, pressing a slow kiss against the short stubble he was acquiring.
“Yeah, we should do it again,” he answered.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded against his skin. “What do you feel about…now?”
Being still inside of her, she could feel his answer before he put it into words.
She pulled back and looked at him in surprised shock. “Evans, I thought guys needed…recuperation or something.”
He rolled his eyes, “Recuperation, schmuperation,” and scooted them over to the edge of the bed where he with some impressive elegance managed to get them standing, Liz’s legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
“We have a whole apartment to christen,” he added with a mischievous smile.
She frowned, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Isn’t that only when you’ve moved into a new place?”
He looked appropriately appalled. “Says who?”
A second thereafter, his foot caught hold of the threshold and he stumbled, falling into the wall which had her back slam into the hard material.
“This could be dangerous,” Max mumbled.
Liz, still trying to catch her breath, ignored the whole danger factor and stated, “Let’s start with the kitchen.”
A/N: And some of you might be wondering about protection (thanks Laira for reminding me). Liz, since she had planned on doing this, had it taken care of. So there... But on the other hand, you already have the future and know that they don't get kids until some time in the future