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Chapter Forty
Liz: Do you think they know?
Max: I don’t know. Have you told anyone?
Liz: No... Maria’s been a little suspicious, but...
Max: But?
Liz: It’s silly, really. I just... It’s nice to have this intimate secret, you know?
Max’s face lit up with a decidedly goofy grin at her admission, and Liz couldn’t help but smile back at him. He pulled her into his arms and let out a contented sigh as he stroked his fingers through her hair.
Liz: You know, some people might think you’ve got a hair fetish.
Max: No... More like a fantasy.
She looked up at him with a knowing smirk.
Liz: I don’t seem to remember that one.
Max: Hmm... Well, I guess you’ll never know.
Liz: Max!
He laughed deep in his chest, the reverberations tickling the hand she had rested there. Liz started to back away from him, holding up a hand to halt his steps as he started toward her. He could see the mischief in her eyes, and a thrill ran through him as he imagined the possibilities.
Liz: (pouts) I don’t think it’s fair you got to see my secret desires and I don’t know yours.
Max: I, uh... I’m not sure you’d still want to be with me if you saw all of them.
Liz: What does that mean?
His cheeks burned as he cursed his stupidity. He’d walked right into that one.
Max: Well, it’s just... Your fantasies? They’re... sweet, romantic.
Liz: And yours aren’t? That’s okay, I mean -
Max: No! I mean, a lot of them are, but... (sighs) Liz, half the thoughts that run through my mind come out of nowhere. I don’t consciously think all of them up, but... The simplest things you do get me so turned on -
Liz: Really? Like what?
Max: (coughs) Well, umm, right now? You’re biting your lip, ‘cause you’re a little nervous about what I might say... But all I can think about when I look at your lips is... (mumbles)
Liz: What was that?
Max: A-Are you really gonna make me say it?
Liz: Max, we’ve made love. We’ve seen each other naked... What’s there to be embarrassed about?
Max: S-Sometimes... I think about kissing them, you know? But... other times, I look at your lips and... remember what it was like to have your lips wrapped around... me...
Liz: Oh.
Max: And sometimes, I look at your mouth, and I can’t help but think about how much the lips on your face look like the lips... uh... between your thighs.
Liz: (blushes) Oh.
She was standing a short distance from him, leaning against a table. Her head was bent down as she idly traced a finger over the tabletop. He watched her with an increasing fear that he’d said the wrong thing.
Max: What are you thinking?
Liz: Well... I’m a little... shocked, I guess... that I’ve been putting my labia on display for sixteen years...
Max: But I’m the only one who knows for sure...
Liz: Yeah... (brightens) Yeah.
He looked up at the sudden change in her tone, only to find that she was looking him over from head to toe and lingering in certain areas. Max could almost feel the heat of her mouth against those body parts. He swallowed audibly and took an involuntary step backward as Liz walked toward him.
Liz: Scared?
Max: N-Not exactly.
She reached up to her head and released her hair from the ponytail she’d been wearing. Liz shook her head and allowed the hair to settle around her slightly flushed face. She continued to take small steps in his direction, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, she began to unbutton her shirt.
Liz: Maax?
Max: Uh... Yeah?
Liz: Did you ever have a fantasy... about here?
Max: At the UFO Center?
Liz: Uh huh.
Liz dropped her shirt to the floor and then began to work on her skirt’s zipper. The ripping noise it made as it descended seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. She then unsnapped the clasp and let the material fall to the floor.
Liz: I mean... I bet you’ve got a hundred fantasies about the Crashdown...
Max: M-Maybe...
Liz: But did you ever think about... being with me... in, say, the information booth?
Max: I... What?
She slowly ran her tongue over her already moist lips as she lowered one bra strap over her shoulder. She dropped her gaze down below his belt. Liz could see rather clearly just how much this was affecting him, loose black pants non-withstanding. As she ran one hand through her slightly disheveled hair, the other hand dropped the remaining bra strap down her arm. Just before taking the final step to be in front of him, Liz swiftly unhooked the back of her bra, letting it join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Liz: Are you going to stand there all night?
Max: (shakes head) What?
Liz let out an amused chuckle and slid her hands up under his vest. She pushed it over his shoulders, and it fell down his arms to land at his feet.
Liz: This might go a little faster if you helped...
Max: I... uh... Oh! Right, right...
She took a small step back to watch him disrobe, letting her eyes roam appreciatively over his firm body. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her toward his body, clad only in a tight pair of boxer briefs. Liz pressed her breasts against the warmth of his chest and wiggled her way between his legs.
She lightly traced her fingernails over the back of his neck while slipping another hand under his waistband. Liz pressed her lips against his chest, occasionally flicking her tongue out to taste more of his skin. The hand that had been gripping his ass slowly came around to rest between their bodies. Max groaned as she grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed.
Liz: You like that?
Max: (swallows) Yeah.
Liz: Want more?
Max: Yeah...
Liz: Hmm...
Liz abruptly pulled her hand out of his briefs and took a step back. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot against the cold tile.
Max: I... (whimpers) Why’d you stop?
Liz: Well, we both want something, Max.
Max: Right... But it’s not gonna work with you standing all the way over there. I mean, I know we’ve only done it a few times, but I thought you’d know that -
Liz: Max! That’s not what I want!
Max: It’s not? Oh...
Liz: (sighs) I do want that, too, but what I want first is some information.
Max: Umm, okay. What?
Liz: Tell me about your fantasy.
Max: Liz... (blushes) I...
She turned her back to him and bent over slightly. He had a confused expression on his face, but he didn’t look away. His mouth dropped open as Liz began pulling her panties down her legs. She then jumped up onto the table she’d been leaning against earlier and reclined, letting the wall support her as her legs spread open. A seductive grin passed over her face as she watched Max’s hand come up to grip his cock, seemingly without his notice.
Liz: You want this?
Max: I...
Liz: Well, do you?
Max: Umm, yeah. Yeah, but...
Liz spread her legs a little further and used a hand to open her pussy lips for his glazed eyes. He licked his lips and took a step forward.
Liz: Oh, Max... I’m so wet...
Max: Liz, you’re killing me here.
Liz: All you have to do is tell me your little secret and this is all yours.
Max: I...
She brought her other hand down and with deliberate motions, slid a finger into her pussy. Liz looked directly into his eyes and began to slowly move her finger in and out.
Liz: Mmm...
Max: Liz, I want -
Liz: Want what?
Max: Uh... to...
He watched, spellbound, as she slipped another finger into her body. Her head fell back to rest against the wall and moans came from deep in her throat.
Liz: C’mere, Max.
His mind was rather distracted at the moment, but he was able to process her request. Max stepped closer to her, stopping a foot away from her.
Liz: Mmm... Closer, Max.
Max hesitantly took the final step, until he was standing between her spread thighs. The back of her hand rubbed against his cock as she fingered herself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reeling at the infusion of her aroused scent.
He concentrated on keeping his breathing even and resisted the voice that was telling him to rip off his boxers and just fuck her senseless. Max let out a relieved breath as her hand stopped moving. He felt her move, but he didn’t react. His eyes flew open as her wet fingers pressed against his lips. She was up on her knees, which brought her to his eye level.
Liz: You like that?
Max could only nod in answer, as his mouth was busy sucking on her fingers. His breathing deepened as he tasted her, letting out small grunts as his tongue worked to capture all that she had offered him.
Liz’s breathing deepened, as well, finding the sight incredibly arousing, and the sounds he was making sent a tingle rushing through the pleasure points in her body. She shivered as goose bumps broke out all over her body, and she had to fight her body to remain in control of the situation.
Liz: You want more?
Max: Please, Liz...
Liz: All you have to do is tell me...
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Chapter Forty
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Chapter Forty One
Chapter Forty One
He lightly rested his hands on the tops of her thighs, watching his fingers trail over her smooth skin as he prepared himself for what he knew would be an embarrassing moment.
Max: I, uh... (clears throat) There’s a few I’ve had about here...
Liz: The Center or just Brody’s office?
Max: Well, both, I guess.
Liz: Okay.
Max: (licks lips) Well, uh, I-I had this... fantasy... about uh... m-me sitting in the chair -
Liz: Brody’s?
Max: Yeah... Umm, I was... there... and, uh, then you came in... brought me some lunch...
Liz: In my uniform?
Max: (blushes) Yeah...
Liz: Then what?
She dipped the fingers of both hands below the waistband of his briefs on both sides of his body. Liz began to tease them down his hips. She grabbed his cock and pumped her hand up and down it a few times once she’d pulled the material past it.
Max: Well, then you uh... sat on my lap... and fed me lunch...
Liz: Just sat?
Max: N-No... I, uh... straddled, I guess... And, uh... something... spilled, I guess... all over your uniform...
Liz: So I’m guessing I took it off...
Max: (smiles) Actually, you let me take it off.
Liz: Oh.
With her feet, she pushed his boxer briefs down until they fell to his feet. He stepped out of them but continued to talk.
Max: And, umm, so I did... take it off... and then... Well, I’m sure that there was a middle in there somewhere, but all I can remember after that is pulling your hips down...
Her hands returned to his waiting dick, and she eagerly pulled him towards her body. She rubbed the smooth head against her clitoris, moaning at the pleasureful sensation. Liz looked into his eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.
Liz: On your cock?
Max: Liz!
Liz: What? (smiles)
Max: I-I just... I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.
Liz: Oh. (looks down) I’m sorry if it offended you or whatever -
Max: No! God, no... I don’t think I could begin to tell you how much that turned me on.
Liz: Really?
Max: Really.
Liz: Okay.
Max: Okay. Good.
Liz: No, o-kay!
Max: Umm...
Liz: Why is it that when your dick is in my hands, your brain turns to mush?
Max: I-I...
Liz: Never mind.
Max: Uh, Liz?
Liz: I want you in my body, Max. Wanna go sit on that chair over there? I bet that leather’ll feel really good against your skin...
He pulled her body close to his and hurried to carry her over to the waiting office chair. Max sat down on the plush leather seat and leaned back to admire his view.
Liz quickly got up on her knees and positioned herself over his throbbing cock. She teased them both for a bit, circling the head against her pussy but never letting it inside. In one swift motion, she was lowering herself onto his thick shaft. They groaned in tandem as she took all of him in.
He pulled her head toward his and engaged her in a kiss filled with urgency. His hands tentatively ran over her back and down to her ass, where he cupped her in an effort to get her body moving.
Slowly, Liz began to rise up, only to ease back down just as gently. He kissed his way down her neck, stopping once he came to a tight nipple. Max held her breast firmly in one hand while his mouth moved over the sensitive skin. He sucked the tensed nipple into his mouth, pulling firmly until it returned to a relaxed state between his lips. Liz let out a low moan, causing him to let out a small laugh. As he did so, her nipple fell from his mouth and puckered up immediately.
Liz: Is this like... your fantasy?
Max: Better. Much better.
She smiled, but her mouth formed an ‘o’ as Max thrust his cock up into her.
Liz: I... I thought... I was riding you...
Max: (smiles) You’re too slow.
As he pushed his hips up into her, his body began to perspire. It wasn’t long before his skin was sticking uncomfortably to the warming leather, causing an unappealing suction noise to sound each time his hips lifted from the chair.
Max: Liz... We gotta get up.
Liz: Huh?
Max: This chair... is getting really uncomfortable.
Reluctantly, Liz climbed off of his lap and let out a disappointed moan at the loss of bodily contact. Max grabbed her hand and pulled her across the room.
Max: C’mon, the sooner you move, the sooner we’ll be together again.
Liz: Where are we going?
Max: I... There’s a lawn... chair... in the other -
Liz: If you think leather was uncomfortable...
Max: Right...
Liz: Let’s just spread out our clothes and lay down on them.
Max: You sure?
Liz: Yes! God, just get back in me!
He hurriedly gathered their scattered clothing and spread them into a makeshift blanket on the floor. Max felt the bulk of his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and his eyes widened.
Max: Liz, we almost forgot again...
Liz: Forgot what?
Max: To use a condom.
Liz: Oh...
Max: We have to do something about this...
Liz: Right, I... Can we worry later? (pauses) You do have a condom on you, right?
Max: Yeah.
Liz: (sighs) Thank God!
Max pulled open his wallet and retrieved the protection he’d placed there just that morning. He threw the wallet and then the wrapper to the ground and pulled the slimy material over the skin of his already slicked cock. He followed Liz down onto the ground, surreptitiously wiping his greasy fingers on a t-shirt that lay beneath them.
Liz: I really hope that was your shirt.
Max: (blushes) I, uh... I can’t tell. Do you want me to -
Liz: Fuck it! (giggles) Fuck me!
His eyes widened at her intentional use of ‘dirty’ words, and he began to kiss her passionately. His tongue thrust into her mouth a few times before Max cleverly managed to thrust his cock deep into her with the same rhythm.
Liz moaned at the doubled act of penetration and sucked eagerly on his hot tongue. Their bodies slapped together as they hurried to completion. Max buried his face in her neck as he began to cum in her.
Max: Oh... God, Liz... I love you... so much...
He thrust into her body a few more times before pulling out to dispose of the used condom. Max lay down on his side next to Liz, who was still lying on her back. He captured her lips with a few tender kisses while his hand trailed its way down her body. He briefly played with her nipple before working down to her wet hole. She gasped as his finger pushed into her and leaned up on her elbow.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: It’s your turn.
Liz: You don’t have to do that.
Max: I know, but I want to.
Liz: Even if I don’t cum, I really enjoy making love to you, Max.
Max: Okay, but I want to do this for you. Please?
Liz: (sighs) Well, since you asked so sweetly...
Max: (smiles) Someday, I’m gonna figure out how to get you to cum while I’m inside you.
Liz: Promise?
Max: (laughs) I promise.
*So... Anyone want to write a 20 page paper on the missile build-up in the USSR in the 1980s? I promise to update every day if you do!!!
Jen*
He lightly rested his hands on the tops of her thighs, watching his fingers trail over her smooth skin as he prepared himself for what he knew would be an embarrassing moment.
Max: I, uh... (clears throat) There’s a few I’ve had about here...
Liz: The Center or just Brody’s office?
Max: Well, both, I guess.
Liz: Okay.
Max: (licks lips) Well, uh, I-I had this... fantasy... about uh... m-me sitting in the chair -
Liz: Brody’s?
Max: Yeah... Umm, I was... there... and, uh, then you came in... brought me some lunch...
Liz: In my uniform?
Max: (blushes) Yeah...
Liz: Then what?
She dipped the fingers of both hands below the waistband of his briefs on both sides of his body. Liz began to tease them down his hips. She grabbed his cock and pumped her hand up and down it a few times once she’d pulled the material past it.
Max: Well, then you uh... sat on my lap... and fed me lunch...
Liz: Just sat?
Max: N-No... I, uh... straddled, I guess... And, uh... something... spilled, I guess... all over your uniform...
Liz: So I’m guessing I took it off...
Max: (smiles) Actually, you let me take it off.
Liz: Oh.
With her feet, she pushed his boxer briefs down until they fell to his feet. He stepped out of them but continued to talk.
Max: And, umm, so I did... take it off... and then... Well, I’m sure that there was a middle in there somewhere, but all I can remember after that is pulling your hips down...
Her hands returned to his waiting dick, and she eagerly pulled him towards her body. She rubbed the smooth head against her clitoris, moaning at the pleasureful sensation. Liz looked into his eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.
Liz: On your cock?
Max: Liz!
Liz: What? (smiles)
Max: I-I just... I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.
Liz: Oh. (looks down) I’m sorry if it offended you or whatever -
Max: No! God, no... I don’t think I could begin to tell you how much that turned me on.
Liz: Really?
Max: Really.
Liz: Okay.
Max: Okay. Good.
Liz: No, o-kay!
Max: Umm...
Liz: Why is it that when your dick is in my hands, your brain turns to mush?
Max: I-I...
Liz: Never mind.
Max: Uh, Liz?
Liz: I want you in my body, Max. Wanna go sit on that chair over there? I bet that leather’ll feel really good against your skin...
He pulled her body close to his and hurried to carry her over to the waiting office chair. Max sat down on the plush leather seat and leaned back to admire his view.
Liz quickly got up on her knees and positioned herself over his throbbing cock. She teased them both for a bit, circling the head against her pussy but never letting it inside. In one swift motion, she was lowering herself onto his thick shaft. They groaned in tandem as she took all of him in.
He pulled her head toward his and engaged her in a kiss filled with urgency. His hands tentatively ran over her back and down to her ass, where he cupped her in an effort to get her body moving.
Slowly, Liz began to rise up, only to ease back down just as gently. He kissed his way down her neck, stopping once he came to a tight nipple. Max held her breast firmly in one hand while his mouth moved over the sensitive skin. He sucked the tensed nipple into his mouth, pulling firmly until it returned to a relaxed state between his lips. Liz let out a low moan, causing him to let out a small laugh. As he did so, her nipple fell from his mouth and puckered up immediately.
Liz: Is this like... your fantasy?
Max: Better. Much better.
She smiled, but her mouth formed an ‘o’ as Max thrust his cock up into her.
Liz: I... I thought... I was riding you...
Max: (smiles) You’re too slow.
As he pushed his hips up into her, his body began to perspire. It wasn’t long before his skin was sticking uncomfortably to the warming leather, causing an unappealing suction noise to sound each time his hips lifted from the chair.
Max: Liz... We gotta get up.
Liz: Huh?
Max: This chair... is getting really uncomfortable.
Reluctantly, Liz climbed off of his lap and let out a disappointed moan at the loss of bodily contact. Max grabbed her hand and pulled her across the room.
Max: C’mon, the sooner you move, the sooner we’ll be together again.
Liz: Where are we going?
Max: I... There’s a lawn... chair... in the other -
Liz: If you think leather was uncomfortable...
Max: Right...
Liz: Let’s just spread out our clothes and lay down on them.
Max: You sure?
Liz: Yes! God, just get back in me!
He hurriedly gathered their scattered clothing and spread them into a makeshift blanket on the floor. Max felt the bulk of his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and his eyes widened.
Max: Liz, we almost forgot again...
Liz: Forgot what?
Max: To use a condom.
Liz: Oh...
Max: We have to do something about this...
Liz: Right, I... Can we worry later? (pauses) You do have a condom on you, right?
Max: Yeah.
Liz: (sighs) Thank God!
Max pulled open his wallet and retrieved the protection he’d placed there just that morning. He threw the wallet and then the wrapper to the ground and pulled the slimy material over the skin of his already slicked cock. He followed Liz down onto the ground, surreptitiously wiping his greasy fingers on a t-shirt that lay beneath them.
Liz: I really hope that was your shirt.
Max: (blushes) I, uh... I can’t tell. Do you want me to -
Liz: Fuck it! (giggles) Fuck me!
His eyes widened at her intentional use of ‘dirty’ words, and he began to kiss her passionately. His tongue thrust into her mouth a few times before Max cleverly managed to thrust his cock deep into her with the same rhythm.
Liz moaned at the doubled act of penetration and sucked eagerly on his hot tongue. Their bodies slapped together as they hurried to completion. Max buried his face in her neck as he began to cum in her.
Max: Oh... God, Liz... I love you... so much...
He thrust into her body a few more times before pulling out to dispose of the used condom. Max lay down on his side next to Liz, who was still lying on her back. He captured her lips with a few tender kisses while his hand trailed its way down her body. He briefly played with her nipple before working down to her wet hole. She gasped as his finger pushed into her and leaned up on her elbow.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: It’s your turn.
Liz: You don’t have to do that.
Max: I know, but I want to.
Liz: Even if I don’t cum, I really enjoy making love to you, Max.
Max: Okay, but I want to do this for you. Please?
Liz: (sighs) Well, since you asked so sweetly...
Max: (smiles) Someday, I’m gonna figure out how to get you to cum while I’m inside you.
Liz: Promise?
Max: (laughs) I promise.
*So... Anyone want to write a 20 page paper on the missile build-up in the USSR in the 1980s? I promise to update every day if you do!!!
Jen*
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Chapter Forty Two
Chapter Forty Two
His fingers swirled gently over her excited flesh, moving faster or harder at her direction. Max watched her face as she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. He slipped his middle finger and then his forefinger inside of her, letting them remain still as she had instructed. Max began to move his thumb over her clitoris, and he watched, enthralled, as her hips began to move with his hand. Her legs widened slightly, and he moved from his position at her side to kneel between her legs.
He slid his thumb to the side, holding open her wet flesh, and then he bent forward and licked the skin his finger had just abandoned. Her hips raised toward his face, causing Max to lick her again. He flicked his tongue around her clitoris, spending a while on the area just below it, relying now on her moans and the squeezing of her thighs for direction.
As he felt her body begin to open slightly around his fingers, he knew that she was close to completion. Max wiggled his fingers inside her pussy while surrounding her clitoris with his plump lips. He sucked on the small nub and brushed the tip of his tongue against it.
Liz’s hips began to rise more, and he knew that she just needed something small to push her over. His mind searched for answers, but he just didn’t know what to do. His eyes opened and he saw the look of disappointment marring her beautiful face. Max let out a grunt of annoyance, and the sensation brought her to orgasm. She shouted his name, but he could barely make out any noise, as Liz’s legs had crossed at the knee behind his head. Instead, he focused on the gentle squeeze his fingers felt in her pussy.
Max stayed there as her body calmed. Her body continued to lightly spasm, which he could feel on his extended tongue. As the tremors subsided, Max pulled his mouth away from her. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her body and delighted in the amount of fluid that came out with them. He brought them up to his mouth, where he licked them clean.
Max wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before slowly kissing his way up her body. He cuddled against her side, wiping the damp hair off of her forehead. When Liz rolled onto her side, he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. She clasped his hand in hers and brought it to rest between her breasts. He placed a light kiss on her shoulder before getting comfortable.
Liz: Max?
Max: Hmm?
Liz: Thank you. That was...
Max: I got all the thanks I need earlier.
Liz: You mean when we...?
Max: Well, then, too... But I just meant that... God, Liz, the look on your face when you came. It was so beautiful. It was incredible.
Liz: Yeah, that’s the word. (yawns) I’m sleepy.
Max: Why don’t you take a little nap? I’ll wake you up in a while. We wouldn’t want anyone to notice you’re not in your bed.
Liz: Right...
She drifted off to sleep, content to be wrapped firmly in his arms.
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Voice: ...Tess isn't ... person. We've ... badly ... proud ...
Voice: ... help it ... trust her ...
Voice: ... trust me ...
Voice: No ... leave ...
Voice: Max ... here ...
Voice: Fine ... with you ...
Voice: No ... cover ... me ...
*~*
Liz stood on one of the bottom steps leading into the main part of the UFO Center.
Liz: Are we alone?
Max: We’re closed.
Liz: Max, it’s me.
Max: I said, ‘we’re closed.’
She continued down the stairs, noticing his back stiffen as she approached him.
Max: (sighs) What do you want, Liz?
Liz: It doesn’t have to be this way.
He turned to face her in exasperation, a look of hurt and anger on his face.
Max: You don’t want to be with me. I get it, okay?!
Liz: But, Max -
Max: There’s nothing left to say.
She stared into his eyes, refusing to look away first. Liz could see how much he was hurting, how he wished that she would tell him the truth. Finally, Max turned around.
Max: Goodnight, Liz.
Liz: I hate this. I hate that we can't even be around each other. Long before we kissed... we were friends. We talked. We laughed. I don't understand why we just can't go back to that.
Max: We can't. I can't. I just... I need time.
Liz: Ok. I understand that. I do. I... I can respect it. But, um... I don't want you to hate me.
She looked down at her feet, unsure of the direction this conversation was heading. Max watched as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to have it fall forward as soon as her hand returned to her side. He took a small step forward but shook his head and stopped where he was. Liz looked up when she heard the shuffling sound his feet had made.
Max: (quietly) Did I ever really even know you?
Liz: Of course you did.
Max: Why... How could you think that I’d be able to hate you? You know how I feel about you... how I’ve always felt about you.
She tore her eyes away from his penetrating gaze, focusing on a remote point behind him.
Liz: I don’t know much of anything anymore, I guess.
Max followed her lead and looked away from her.
Max: I... Liz, please... I can’t do this right now.
Her gaze returned to Max.
Liz: When?
Max: I don’t know. Maybe never.
Liz: I wish I could undo all of your pain.
His head shook violently as he leveled her with an intense stare.
Max: Don’t. Don’t you dare try to get me to feel sorry for you. I loved you! I’d do anything for you. You know that, and you... You took it and you threw it all away... on Kyle. Kyle!
Liz: I told you... (weakly) It was a mistake.
Max: (whispers) Why didn’t you ever make that mistake with me?
Liz: I... I-I can’t do this! I... I’ve gotta go.
She turned away from him and started up the stairs. Liz stopped on the second step as his hand lightly gripped her upper arm.
Max: Running away won’t solve your problems, Liz.
She shrugged her shoulders, causing Max to drop his hand.
Liz: Maybe it will.
Max: That’s the easy way out... Did running away solve your problems the last time you ran away from me?
She turned to face him once again, wearing a look of panicked disbelief.
Liz: Max... That’s not fair.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs. Their height was matched in this position, and she fought the urge to run out the door.
Max: Life’s not fair, Liz. It’s not fair that within twenty four hours of being tortured, you left the state without even saying goodbye. It’s not fair that everyone around me thinks they get a say in my life... that they can tell me who to love. It’s not fair that I... (chokes) that I had to see you in bed with him. But it all happened.
Liz: Max, no...
He backed away from her and paced a short distance away. His movements were agitated, and Liz longed to hold him in her arms to comfort him.
Max: What’s he got that I don’t? He’s a freak now, too, you know. Did you think about that before you made your ‘mistake?’
Liz: Max...
Max: I... I never imagined that anyone could hurt this way... That you’d cause me this kind of pain. I never dared to hope for the kind of happiness that I had when we were together, but... I never even knew that I had this... this aching to fear...
Liz: I didn’t mean... I...
Max: You know, maybe if you’d just told me that you were seeing him... or whatever it was that you two were doing... Maybe I wouldn’t have had to see it... Maybe I would have let you go...
Liz: You wouldn’t have believed it if you didn’t see it, Max.
Max: No, I don’t - Wait. What did you mean by that?
He strode back over to her, stopping at the base of the stairs once again.
Liz: I, umm... Nothing. You know, just that... it’s all, uh... unbelievable...
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down from the stairs.
Max: Try again.
Liz: Max, I can’t.
Max: Can’t or won’t?
Liz: Damnit, Max! I... I can’t.
He dropped her hand and turned away.
Max: Fine. (pauses) ‘Night, Liz.
She slowly trudged up the stairs, desperately trying to hold in the anguished sobs that were floating in her chest. As she reached the last step, Liz couldn’t stop herself from turning to look at him. He had turned to face her, and tears were streaming down his cheeks, as well. She covered her mouth as a sob erupted from it and then did what her heart had told her to do all along.
His fingers swirled gently over her excited flesh, moving faster or harder at her direction. Max watched her face as she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. He slipped his middle finger and then his forefinger inside of her, letting them remain still as she had instructed. Max began to move his thumb over her clitoris, and he watched, enthralled, as her hips began to move with his hand. Her legs widened slightly, and he moved from his position at her side to kneel between her legs.
He slid his thumb to the side, holding open her wet flesh, and then he bent forward and licked the skin his finger had just abandoned. Her hips raised toward his face, causing Max to lick her again. He flicked his tongue around her clitoris, spending a while on the area just below it, relying now on her moans and the squeezing of her thighs for direction.
As he felt her body begin to open slightly around his fingers, he knew that she was close to completion. Max wiggled his fingers inside her pussy while surrounding her clitoris with his plump lips. He sucked on the small nub and brushed the tip of his tongue against it.
Liz’s hips began to rise more, and he knew that she just needed something small to push her over. His mind searched for answers, but he just didn’t know what to do. His eyes opened and he saw the look of disappointment marring her beautiful face. Max let out a grunt of annoyance, and the sensation brought her to orgasm. She shouted his name, but he could barely make out any noise, as Liz’s legs had crossed at the knee behind his head. Instead, he focused on the gentle squeeze his fingers felt in her pussy.
Max stayed there as her body calmed. Her body continued to lightly spasm, which he could feel on his extended tongue. As the tremors subsided, Max pulled his mouth away from her. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her body and delighted in the amount of fluid that came out with them. He brought them up to his mouth, where he licked them clean.
Max wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before slowly kissing his way up her body. He cuddled against her side, wiping the damp hair off of her forehead. When Liz rolled onto her side, he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. She clasped his hand in hers and brought it to rest between her breasts. He placed a light kiss on her shoulder before getting comfortable.
Liz: Max?
Max: Hmm?
Liz: Thank you. That was...
Max: I got all the thanks I need earlier.
Liz: You mean when we...?
Max: Well, then, too... But I just meant that... God, Liz, the look on your face when you came. It was so beautiful. It was incredible.
Liz: Yeah, that’s the word. (yawns) I’m sleepy.
Max: Why don’t you take a little nap? I’ll wake you up in a while. We wouldn’t want anyone to notice you’re not in your bed.
Liz: Right...
She drifted off to sleep, content to be wrapped firmly in his arms.
*~*
Voice: ...Tess isn't ... person. We've ... badly ... proud ...
Voice: ... help it ... trust her ...
Voice: ... trust me ...
Voice: No ... leave ...
Voice: Max ... here ...
Voice: Fine ... with you ...
Voice: No ... cover ... me ...
*~*
Liz stood on one of the bottom steps leading into the main part of the UFO Center.
Liz: Are we alone?
Max: We’re closed.
Liz: Max, it’s me.
Max: I said, ‘we’re closed.’
She continued down the stairs, noticing his back stiffen as she approached him.
Max: (sighs) What do you want, Liz?
Liz: It doesn’t have to be this way.
He turned to face her in exasperation, a look of hurt and anger on his face.
Max: You don’t want to be with me. I get it, okay?!
Liz: But, Max -
Max: There’s nothing left to say.
She stared into his eyes, refusing to look away first. Liz could see how much he was hurting, how he wished that she would tell him the truth. Finally, Max turned around.
Max: Goodnight, Liz.
Liz: I hate this. I hate that we can't even be around each other. Long before we kissed... we were friends. We talked. We laughed. I don't understand why we just can't go back to that.
Max: We can't. I can't. I just... I need time.
Liz: Ok. I understand that. I do. I... I can respect it. But, um... I don't want you to hate me.
She looked down at her feet, unsure of the direction this conversation was heading. Max watched as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to have it fall forward as soon as her hand returned to her side. He took a small step forward but shook his head and stopped where he was. Liz looked up when she heard the shuffling sound his feet had made.
Max: (quietly) Did I ever really even know you?
Liz: Of course you did.
Max: Why... How could you think that I’d be able to hate you? You know how I feel about you... how I’ve always felt about you.
She tore her eyes away from his penetrating gaze, focusing on a remote point behind him.
Liz: I don’t know much of anything anymore, I guess.
Max followed her lead and looked away from her.
Max: I... Liz, please... I can’t do this right now.
Her gaze returned to Max.
Liz: When?
Max: I don’t know. Maybe never.
Liz: I wish I could undo all of your pain.
His head shook violently as he leveled her with an intense stare.
Max: Don’t. Don’t you dare try to get me to feel sorry for you. I loved you! I’d do anything for you. You know that, and you... You took it and you threw it all away... on Kyle. Kyle!
Liz: I told you... (weakly) It was a mistake.
Max: (whispers) Why didn’t you ever make that mistake with me?
Liz: I... I-I can’t do this! I... I’ve gotta go.
She turned away from him and started up the stairs. Liz stopped on the second step as his hand lightly gripped her upper arm.
Max: Running away won’t solve your problems, Liz.
She shrugged her shoulders, causing Max to drop his hand.
Liz: Maybe it will.
Max: That’s the easy way out... Did running away solve your problems the last time you ran away from me?
She turned to face him once again, wearing a look of panicked disbelief.
Liz: Max... That’s not fair.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs. Their height was matched in this position, and she fought the urge to run out the door.
Max: Life’s not fair, Liz. It’s not fair that within twenty four hours of being tortured, you left the state without even saying goodbye. It’s not fair that everyone around me thinks they get a say in my life... that they can tell me who to love. It’s not fair that I... (chokes) that I had to see you in bed with him. But it all happened.
Liz: Max, no...
He backed away from her and paced a short distance away. His movements were agitated, and Liz longed to hold him in her arms to comfort him.
Max: What’s he got that I don’t? He’s a freak now, too, you know. Did you think about that before you made your ‘mistake?’
Liz: Max...
Max: I... I never imagined that anyone could hurt this way... That you’d cause me this kind of pain. I never dared to hope for the kind of happiness that I had when we were together, but... I never even knew that I had this... this aching to fear...
Liz: I didn’t mean... I...
Max: You know, maybe if you’d just told me that you were seeing him... or whatever it was that you two were doing... Maybe I wouldn’t have had to see it... Maybe I would have let you go...
Liz: You wouldn’t have believed it if you didn’t see it, Max.
Max: No, I don’t - Wait. What did you mean by that?
He strode back over to her, stopping at the base of the stairs once again.
Liz: I, umm... Nothing. You know, just that... it’s all, uh... unbelievable...
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down from the stairs.
Max: Try again.
Liz: Max, I can’t.
Max: Can’t or won’t?
Liz: Damnit, Max! I... I can’t.
He dropped her hand and turned away.
Max: Fine. (pauses) ‘Night, Liz.
She slowly trudged up the stairs, desperately trying to hold in the anguished sobs that were floating in her chest. As she reached the last step, Liz couldn’t stop herself from turning to look at him. He had turned to face her, and tears were streaming down his cheeks, as well. She covered her mouth as a sob erupted from it and then did what her heart had told her to do all along.
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Chapter Forty Three
Chapter Forty Three
She ran down the steps and threw her arms around him. Max stood still for a moment, not having expected this behavior. But then he felt her tears seep through his t-shirt. He couldn’t stand to see Liz in pain, even with everything that had happened. He wrapped his arms around her trembling body and lowered his head to her shoulder.
He cradled her head in his large hand, holding it against his chest. Liz pulled back when she felt his tears penetrate her own shirt.
Liz: Max?
Max: Hmm?
Liz: I... I lied.
Liz lost a little of her confidence as she watched Max’s brow furrow.
Max: (sighs) About what?
Liz: I... Oh, Max, I lied about everything.
Max: You mean...?
Liz: Everything!
Max: O-Okay... is there more to it?
Liz: Yeah. I... This is so big, Max. I tried... God, I tried so hard to do this on my own, but... It was just too big for one person. For me.
Max: Just tell me, Liz.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward Brody’s office. He hesitated, but she continued to tug him in her direction.
Max: Where are we going?
Liz: I... This is a long story... Can we go in the office and sit down?
Max: Oh. Uh, yeah.
Liz: Good.
He hurried over to the office door, sliding his hand over the lock before pushing the door open. He reached inside to turn the lights on and then gestured to Liz.
Max: After you.
She paused for a moment, staring into his suddenly unreadable eyes. Liz quickly looked away and shuffled into the office. Max walked in behind her and offered her a seat in the leather chair placed before the room’s large desk. She shook her head, preferring to remain standing.
Max: So, what’s going on?
Liz: Umm... not much, actually. You?
Max: Not much. Uh, are you gonna start soon?
Liz: Oh. Right... umm... This... It all started a few weeks ago, just before school started.
Max: When you came back from Florida?
Liz: Yeah... And, uh... You remember how... how you were, umm...
Max: Acting like a desperate loser?
Liz: Max! No! You... It was sweet.
Max: (mumbles) Not sweet enough...
Liz: Look, I... I was trying really hard to resist you... You didn’t make it easy, you know... And, uh, I was... close to breaking, I guess...
Max: When?!?
Liz: Oh, uh... Well, this really started to get going the night you sang to me... (chuckles)
Max: (blushes) Oh.
Liz: Yeah, well... Anyhow, uh... that night, before you came over? You... You came over.
Max: No, I didn’t. I was practicing all day!
Liz: No, no, no. Max, it was you... but it... wasn’t...
Max: That makes no sense.
Liz: Yeah. I know. Umm... Okay. The, uh, let’s say, the first you showed up on my balcony about five minutes before you... the you who is here right now... Uh, he was there just before you came to sing.
Max: Umm...
Liz: Just hear me out. I... I thought the worst, you know? I, uh... I thought he was, like, a shapeshifter or something, but...
Max: But...?
Liz: But... Max, it was you. I swear it was! You... he... He came from the future to -
Max: Liz! Come on! From the future?!
Liz: Would I make this stuff up?
Max: I... No.
Liz: Well... He came through the granilith from fourteen years from now...
Max: The granilith?
Liz: How would I have known about it otherwise?
Max: I don’t know...
Liz: Listen. He, uh... He came back to prevent the end of the world.
Max: Okaaay...
Liz: God damnit! Please, Max, just... just hear me out.
Max: All right.
Liz: He said that... we were going to get back together... and when we did... do... whatever, it would make Tess leave.
Max: So?
Liz: So, Tess’ absence caused more problems. You... you need a complete foursquare... If not... you can’t... You’re not strong enough.
Max: Strong enough for what?
Liz: For whatever it is that’s coming. I... Max, your enemies came to Earth -
Max: What!? How?
Liz: I only know that they came... and that... in fourteen years... we... you... couldn’t defeat them... and the world was about to end... So you... he came back in time to stop that from happening.
Max: Why did he come to you?
Liz: See... He knew... that I was the only one who could stop... you... from messing everything up.
Max: But... Why not come to me?
Liz: I don’t... There was some... some law of physics... or time travel... I don’t know exactly, but you couldn’t come in contact with each other. If you did... you’d both, like, cancel each other out... There would be no Max left at all.
Max: Okay. Well, uh... why... what about the lies?
Liz: Oh, Max... I tried so hard to get you to leave me alone... even though I didn’t want you to, not really... but you... you were just so damn persistent... and he... he said that... that I had to make you... fall out of love with me...
Max: What? I... No, Liz -
Liz: But... you didn’t fall for what I was trying. I tried to set you up with Tess... and then I came to your house and told you all of those awful things... And... God, Max, I didn’t mean any of them! I... I would die for you... And... I don’t want normal...
Max: Liz...
Liz: Anyway. I... When that didn’t work, I wanted to just give up. I told him... that I couldn’t do it anymore. And then... He... he told me... about the end... He... Max, Michael and Isabel were both dead. I... I couldn’t let my selfish desires get in the way... I knew I’d have to give you up to keep them safe... to keep the world safe...
Max: Okay. What then?
Liz: You... I... He knew that... that you’d be coming to see me on Friday night... to get me to go to the concert... So, we... I staged a scene... with Kyle...
Max: So you didn’t...
Liz: No! Oh, God, no, Max, I-I couldn’t have... And it was just so awful... the look on your face... and knowing what was supposed to happen that night... It just tore me up inside. I hated it. I hated lying to you. I hated him for making me do it, I hated you for believing it, I hated myself for going along with it...
Max: What was supposed to happen?
Liz: What? Oh! Oh, umm... It doesn’t matter. I -
Max: Why won’t you tell me?
Liz: It’s embarrassing.
Max: I... This is me, Liz. You know you can tell me anything...
Liz: Fine. I... That night... of the Gomez concert... you showed up... but I... I didn’t go to the concert with you.
Max: Yeah. I know.
Liz: No. I mean, the other time... We didn’t go... we stayed in my room... and we made love...
Max: What?
Liz: That night... would have... he said it cemented us... I don’t know what that means, really... but it meant that... that we made love.
Max: Oh.
Liz: Yeah.
Max: That’s... Wow. I don’t... I...
Liz: I know. You don’t have to say anything.
Max: No... I do. I... Liz... How... how have you been dealing with this on your own? I... God, what was I... he thinking?
Liz: Max...
Max: Thank you doesn’t seem to be enough...
Liz: Max, you don’t... It’s not like that. I mean, I didn’t really have a choice.
Max: No one else would have gone to those lengths to do that.
Liz: No. Don’t try to make me a hero. I... Anyone would do that for their loved ones.
Max: But Michael and Isabel aren’t your loved ones, Liz.
Liz: I-I... I know, but... They’re yours, Max. I... I couldn’t just let them die. And now... Oh, God, what’s going to happen now? I... Oh, it’s gonna happen anyway! Fuck! Why... I shouldn’t have told you. What’s wrong with me? Why -
He cut off her self-recriminations with a kiss.
She ran down the steps and threw her arms around him. Max stood still for a moment, not having expected this behavior. But then he felt her tears seep through his t-shirt. He couldn’t stand to see Liz in pain, even with everything that had happened. He wrapped his arms around her trembling body and lowered his head to her shoulder.
He cradled her head in his large hand, holding it against his chest. Liz pulled back when she felt his tears penetrate her own shirt.
Liz: Max?
Max: Hmm?
Liz: I... I lied.
Liz lost a little of her confidence as she watched Max’s brow furrow.
Max: (sighs) About what?
Liz: I... Oh, Max, I lied about everything.
Max: You mean...?
Liz: Everything!
Max: O-Okay... is there more to it?
Liz: Yeah. I... This is so big, Max. I tried... God, I tried so hard to do this on my own, but... It was just too big for one person. For me.
Max: Just tell me, Liz.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward Brody’s office. He hesitated, but she continued to tug him in her direction.
Max: Where are we going?
Liz: I... This is a long story... Can we go in the office and sit down?
Max: Oh. Uh, yeah.
Liz: Good.
He hurried over to the office door, sliding his hand over the lock before pushing the door open. He reached inside to turn the lights on and then gestured to Liz.
Max: After you.
She paused for a moment, staring into his suddenly unreadable eyes. Liz quickly looked away and shuffled into the office. Max walked in behind her and offered her a seat in the leather chair placed before the room’s large desk. She shook her head, preferring to remain standing.
Max: So, what’s going on?
Liz: Umm... not much, actually. You?
Max: Not much. Uh, are you gonna start soon?
Liz: Oh. Right... umm... This... It all started a few weeks ago, just before school started.
Max: When you came back from Florida?
Liz: Yeah... And, uh... You remember how... how you were, umm...
Max: Acting like a desperate loser?
Liz: Max! No! You... It was sweet.
Max: (mumbles) Not sweet enough...
Liz: Look, I... I was trying really hard to resist you... You didn’t make it easy, you know... And, uh, I was... close to breaking, I guess...
Max: When?!?
Liz: Oh, uh... Well, this really started to get going the night you sang to me... (chuckles)
Max: (blushes) Oh.
Liz: Yeah, well... Anyhow, uh... that night, before you came over? You... You came over.
Max: No, I didn’t. I was practicing all day!
Liz: No, no, no. Max, it was you... but it... wasn’t...
Max: That makes no sense.
Liz: Yeah. I know. Umm... Okay. The, uh, let’s say, the first you showed up on my balcony about five minutes before you... the you who is here right now... Uh, he was there just before you came to sing.
Max: Umm...
Liz: Just hear me out. I... I thought the worst, you know? I, uh... I thought he was, like, a shapeshifter or something, but...
Max: But...?
Liz: But... Max, it was you. I swear it was! You... he... He came from the future to -
Max: Liz! Come on! From the future?!
Liz: Would I make this stuff up?
Max: I... No.
Liz: Well... He came through the granilith from fourteen years from now...
Max: The granilith?
Liz: How would I have known about it otherwise?
Max: I don’t know...
Liz: Listen. He, uh... He came back to prevent the end of the world.
Max: Okaaay...
Liz: God damnit! Please, Max, just... just hear me out.
Max: All right.
Liz: He said that... we were going to get back together... and when we did... do... whatever, it would make Tess leave.
Max: So?
Liz: So, Tess’ absence caused more problems. You... you need a complete foursquare... If not... you can’t... You’re not strong enough.
Max: Strong enough for what?
Liz: For whatever it is that’s coming. I... Max, your enemies came to Earth -
Max: What!? How?
Liz: I only know that they came... and that... in fourteen years... we... you... couldn’t defeat them... and the world was about to end... So you... he came back in time to stop that from happening.
Max: Why did he come to you?
Liz: See... He knew... that I was the only one who could stop... you... from messing everything up.
Max: But... Why not come to me?
Liz: I don’t... There was some... some law of physics... or time travel... I don’t know exactly, but you couldn’t come in contact with each other. If you did... you’d both, like, cancel each other out... There would be no Max left at all.
Max: Okay. Well, uh... why... what about the lies?
Liz: Oh, Max... I tried so hard to get you to leave me alone... even though I didn’t want you to, not really... but you... you were just so damn persistent... and he... he said that... that I had to make you... fall out of love with me...
Max: What? I... No, Liz -
Liz: But... you didn’t fall for what I was trying. I tried to set you up with Tess... and then I came to your house and told you all of those awful things... And... God, Max, I didn’t mean any of them! I... I would die for you... And... I don’t want normal...
Max: Liz...
Liz: Anyway. I... When that didn’t work, I wanted to just give up. I told him... that I couldn’t do it anymore. And then... He... he told me... about the end... He... Max, Michael and Isabel were both dead. I... I couldn’t let my selfish desires get in the way... I knew I’d have to give you up to keep them safe... to keep the world safe...
Max: Okay. What then?
Liz: You... I... He knew that... that you’d be coming to see me on Friday night... to get me to go to the concert... So, we... I staged a scene... with Kyle...
Max: So you didn’t...
Liz: No! Oh, God, no, Max, I-I couldn’t have... And it was just so awful... the look on your face... and knowing what was supposed to happen that night... It just tore me up inside. I hated it. I hated lying to you. I hated him for making me do it, I hated you for believing it, I hated myself for going along with it...
Max: What was supposed to happen?
Liz: What? Oh! Oh, umm... It doesn’t matter. I -
Max: Why won’t you tell me?
Liz: It’s embarrassing.
Max: I... This is me, Liz. You know you can tell me anything...
Liz: Fine. I... That night... of the Gomez concert... you showed up... but I... I didn’t go to the concert with you.
Max: Yeah. I know.
Liz: No. I mean, the other time... We didn’t go... we stayed in my room... and we made love...
Max: What?
Liz: That night... would have... he said it cemented us... I don’t know what that means, really... but it meant that... that we made love.
Max: Oh.
Liz: Yeah.
Max: That’s... Wow. I don’t... I...
Liz: I know. You don’t have to say anything.
Max: No... I do. I... Liz... How... how have you been dealing with this on your own? I... God, what was I... he thinking?
Liz: Max...
Max: Thank you doesn’t seem to be enough...
Liz: Max, you don’t... It’s not like that. I mean, I didn’t really have a choice.
Max: No one else would have gone to those lengths to do that.
Liz: No. Don’t try to make me a hero. I... Anyone would do that for their loved ones.
Max: But Michael and Isabel aren’t your loved ones, Liz.
Liz: I-I... I know, but... They’re yours, Max. I... I couldn’t just let them die. And now... Oh, God, what’s going to happen now? I... Oh, it’s gonna happen anyway! Fuck! Why... I shouldn’t have told you. What’s wrong with me? Why -
He cut off her self-recriminations with a kiss.
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Jen11Star
- Enthusiastic Roswellian
- Posts: 80
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Chapter Forty Four
Chapter Forty Four
Liz’s immediate response was to kiss him back. As his tongue brushed against hers, her body’s shivering response reminded her that she had been doing something before being so pleasantly mauled. She pushed at his shoulders and reluctantly pulled her lips from his.
Max interpreted her movements incorrectly and pulled her toward him as he backed into the ledge of a table, resting in a barely seated position. He placed kisses up and down the side of her neck, almost crushing her resolve. Through a moan, Liz began talking.
Liz: Mmm... Max! I... ooh... Max, stop...
Max: (mumbles against her skin) Don’t wanna.
Liz: We have to... uhh...
He kissed his way up to her ear, oblivious to her indecision. His lips sucked on her lobe, and he occasionally flicked his tongue behind her ear to tease the sensitive skin there. As he nibbled his way up the outer shell of her ear, his hands made their way under her shirt.
Liz started to make noises of protest once again, but they quickly dissolved into moans as Max’s hands closed over her breasts. She grabbed his head and hungrily attacked his lips.
Her body was lodged between his powerful thighs. As she arched into his hands, she started to lose her balance. She grabbed onto Max, trying not to slip but refusing to let go of his lips. His hands were trapped beneath the cups of her bra, however, so he could not catch her right away. His body was pulled down by hers, and Max managed to get a hand out in time to protect her head and turn so that they landed on their sides.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah...
She whimpered as he removed his other hand from her breast.
Max: What is it? Where does it hurt?
Liz: No... I... Max, I don’t want you to stop.
Max: Liz?
She leaned into him and firmly attached her lips to his. He made one weak protest before giving in to her. Max looked into her eyes and saw all of the passion that he was feeling inside.
His lips immediately returned to hers. Their hands roughly groped each other, their movements frantic as they quickly shed their clothes. They lay naked in each others arms with their legs intertwined. They rocked into each other as each sought the perfect placement.
Max pushed off the ground and rolled Liz under him. He left a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck, eventually stopping at her breasts. Her eyes slipped closed as he kneaded her firm flesh in his hands. Max soon replaced a hand with his warm mouth. He focused his attentions on the perimeter of her breast, sweeping around the curves with a flattened tongue.
As he made contact with the skin to the side of her breast, she shivered in delight. He repeated this action a few times before switching to the other breast to do the same. After a few pleasing licks, he surprised Liz by surrounding a nipple with his plump lips. When the soft skin was pulled into his mouth, he darted his tongue against the tip. Her slight giggle quickly became an indrawn breath as he increased the pressure on her nipple.
Her hips began pushing up against his body, and she moved until he fell between her spreading legs. He released her nipple from his mouth and kissed his way up to her ear.
Max: (softly) We don’t have to do anything.
Liz: I want to.
Max: You sure?
Liz: Make love to me, Max.
He stared down at her for a moment, knowing that this moment would never come again. She trailed the arch of her foot up from his calf up to the top of his thigh, making even more room for him. As his body settled between her legs, he once again claimed her lips. Their tongues drove wildly into the other’s mouth.
The only noise in the small room was their harsh panting. Max sucked on the delicate skin of her neck while slipping a hand between her spread thighs. Her arms came up to circle his back, and both let out a moan as his fingers wandered through her wet folds. She gasped as he drove a finger into her pussy. He pulled it out only to push back into her with an additional digit.
Her legs widened in response, and Liz could feel the pulsing heat of his cock poking into her thigh. She raised her head into Max’s neck and placed a light kiss behind his ear.
Liz: I want you in me, Max.
His only verbal response was the deep grunt she felt against her throat. His fingers withdrew from her body, but she soon felt his hand fumbling between her thighs. After a few tense moments, Max led his cock to her body. He started to press into her and then removed his hand.
They both let out a disappointed groan as his forward movement ended with his cock not inside her pussy as they had hoped, but instead slid down to rest between her butt cheeks.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: I... I’m sorry...
Liz: Oh. Did you...
Max: No! I just... slipped out...
Liz: Oh. Okay. Uh...
Max lifted onto his side, and his hand returned to guide his cock into her waiting body. She reached a hand down and rested it gently on his.
Liz: Let me.
He released his hold and gave her control. Max watched, amazed, as her small hand tightly gripped his hard shaft and pulled it toward her body. She circled the head around her wet outer folds before leading it into her pussy.
Liz: Just push a little.
Max: O-Okay.
He slowly pushed his hips forward, desperately clinging to the last of his self-control. Her hips tilted up into his body, and Max settled himself fully over her. He gently moved in and out of her tight pussy. Max took her lips in a searing kiss as he suddenly thrust forward into her.
He met no resistance.
*~*
Voice: ... not dead ... can’t die ...
Voice: Tess ... you mean ... die ...
Voice: ... if ... happened ... power to ... back ...
*~*
*Membership dues for the "Hooked on Jen" club are expected quarterly, in the sum of a million bajillion dollars. In return, you get up-close exposure to Absolute Befuddlement (my trusty sidekick) and my signature rubber-stamped on your forehead. My signature, by the way, is "Wide Load".
-Jen*
Liz’s immediate response was to kiss him back. As his tongue brushed against hers, her body’s shivering response reminded her that she had been doing something before being so pleasantly mauled. She pushed at his shoulders and reluctantly pulled her lips from his.
Max interpreted her movements incorrectly and pulled her toward him as he backed into the ledge of a table, resting in a barely seated position. He placed kisses up and down the side of her neck, almost crushing her resolve. Through a moan, Liz began talking.
Liz: Mmm... Max! I... ooh... Max, stop...
Max: (mumbles against her skin) Don’t wanna.
Liz: We have to... uhh...
He kissed his way up to her ear, oblivious to her indecision. His lips sucked on her lobe, and he occasionally flicked his tongue behind her ear to tease the sensitive skin there. As he nibbled his way up the outer shell of her ear, his hands made their way under her shirt.
Liz started to make noises of protest once again, but they quickly dissolved into moans as Max’s hands closed over her breasts. She grabbed his head and hungrily attacked his lips.
Her body was lodged between his powerful thighs. As she arched into his hands, she started to lose her balance. She grabbed onto Max, trying not to slip but refusing to let go of his lips. His hands were trapped beneath the cups of her bra, however, so he could not catch her right away. His body was pulled down by hers, and Max managed to get a hand out in time to protect her head and turn so that they landed on their sides.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah...
She whimpered as he removed his other hand from her breast.
Max: What is it? Where does it hurt?
Liz: No... I... Max, I don’t want you to stop.
Max: Liz?
She leaned into him and firmly attached her lips to his. He made one weak protest before giving in to her. Max looked into her eyes and saw all of the passion that he was feeling inside.
His lips immediately returned to hers. Their hands roughly groped each other, their movements frantic as they quickly shed their clothes. They lay naked in each others arms with their legs intertwined. They rocked into each other as each sought the perfect placement.
Max pushed off the ground and rolled Liz under him. He left a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck, eventually stopping at her breasts. Her eyes slipped closed as he kneaded her firm flesh in his hands. Max soon replaced a hand with his warm mouth. He focused his attentions on the perimeter of her breast, sweeping around the curves with a flattened tongue.
As he made contact with the skin to the side of her breast, she shivered in delight. He repeated this action a few times before switching to the other breast to do the same. After a few pleasing licks, he surprised Liz by surrounding a nipple with his plump lips. When the soft skin was pulled into his mouth, he darted his tongue against the tip. Her slight giggle quickly became an indrawn breath as he increased the pressure on her nipple.
Her hips began pushing up against his body, and she moved until he fell between her spreading legs. He released her nipple from his mouth and kissed his way up to her ear.
Max: (softly) We don’t have to do anything.
Liz: I want to.
Max: You sure?
Liz: Make love to me, Max.
He stared down at her for a moment, knowing that this moment would never come again. She trailed the arch of her foot up from his calf up to the top of his thigh, making even more room for him. As his body settled between her legs, he once again claimed her lips. Their tongues drove wildly into the other’s mouth.
The only noise in the small room was their harsh panting. Max sucked on the delicate skin of her neck while slipping a hand between her spread thighs. Her arms came up to circle his back, and both let out a moan as his fingers wandered through her wet folds. She gasped as he drove a finger into her pussy. He pulled it out only to push back into her with an additional digit.
Her legs widened in response, and Liz could feel the pulsing heat of his cock poking into her thigh. She raised her head into Max’s neck and placed a light kiss behind his ear.
Liz: I want you in me, Max.
His only verbal response was the deep grunt she felt against her throat. His fingers withdrew from her body, but she soon felt his hand fumbling between her thighs. After a few tense moments, Max led his cock to her body. He started to press into her and then removed his hand.
They both let out a disappointed groan as his forward movement ended with his cock not inside her pussy as they had hoped, but instead slid down to rest between her butt cheeks.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: I... I’m sorry...
Liz: Oh. Did you...
Max: No! I just... slipped out...
Liz: Oh. Okay. Uh...
Max lifted onto his side, and his hand returned to guide his cock into her waiting body. She reached a hand down and rested it gently on his.
Liz: Let me.
He released his hold and gave her control. Max watched, amazed, as her small hand tightly gripped his hard shaft and pulled it toward her body. She circled the head around her wet outer folds before leading it into her pussy.
Liz: Just push a little.
Max: O-Okay.
He slowly pushed his hips forward, desperately clinging to the last of his self-control. Her hips tilted up into his body, and Max settled himself fully over her. He gently moved in and out of her tight pussy. Max took her lips in a searing kiss as he suddenly thrust forward into her.
He met no resistance.
*~*
Voice: ... not dead ... can’t die ...
Voice: Tess ... you mean ... die ...
Voice: ... if ... happened ... power to ... back ...
*~*
*Membership dues for the "Hooked on Jen" club are expected quarterly, in the sum of a million bajillion dollars. In return, you get up-close exposure to Absolute Befuddlement (my trusty sidekick) and my signature rubber-stamped on your forehead. My signature, by the way, is "Wide Load".
-Jen*
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Jen11Star
- Enthusiastic Roswellian
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- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Forty Five
Chapter Forty Five
There was a gentle knocking before the door to Max’s bedroom was pushed open. Mrs. Evans stepped quietly into the room and smiled at the scene before her. Max and Liz were cuddled up, her back to his front. Her head rested on the bicep of one of his arms. The other arm rested on her stomach, holding her tightly to him, and her hand rested on top of his. As Mrs. Evans looked around the room, she let out a surprised gasp.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! What are you doing in here?
Isabel: I came to talk to Max, and -
Mrs. Evans: Wait. Let’s leave them alone. Come help me set the table.
They tiptoed out of the room. As they began arranging forks and knives, mother and daughter resumed their earlier conversation.
Mrs. Evans: Make sure to set a place for Liz.
Isabel: Sure.
Mrs. Evans: What were you doing in there?
Isabel: Uhh... Like I said, I went in to talk to Max... and, uh...
Mrs. Evans: They just look so cute together, don’t they?
Isabel: Yeah. Yeah, I... I guess it was just... you know, uh, sweet.
Mrs. Evans: So... Max was pretty tight-lipped about him and Liz. What’s going on with them? He talks to you more than me.
Isabel: We’re close, Mom, but... I don’t exactly want to hear the details of his sex life.
Mrs. Evans: Sex?! They’re having... sex? In my house? Oh, God...
Isabel: Uhh... I didn’t say that... I just, uh... We haven’t talked much lately.
Mrs. Evans: Do you think they’re being safe? Oh, I’ll have to talk to your father about this. I know he talked to him about sex last year, but you can’t be too safe.
Isabel: Uh huh...
Mrs. Evans: (eyes narrow) And what about you, young lady? I hope you know better than to just jump into bed with any guy you date. You... You’re both far too young to be engaged in physical intimacy. There are serious repercussions that you’re not prepared to deal with.
Isabel: (under breath) You have no idea...
Mrs. Evans: What was that?
Isabel: I just said I have no idea if he’s... if they’re together like that. (shivers) I don’t even want to know.
Mrs. Evans: Honey, I don’t want you to think that sex is a bad thing. It’s not. With the right person, it’s a rewarding experience. Your father and I -
Isabel: Iw! Gross! Mom, just... Just stop! Please!
Mrs. Evans: Isabel, if you can’t talk about sex, then you’re not ready to be having it. But... if you are... Are you? You know you can come to me with anything. I-I mean, I don’t want you to be having sex, but if you are... Well, we can deal with that. It had to happen some day. I guess I just forgot what it’s like to be a teenager. My babies are having sex. Oh!
Isabel: I... I didn’t say...
Mr. Evans: Hi, girls. What’s going on in here?
Mrs. Evans: Isabel and I were just talking about -
Isabel: No! I... I’m gonna go get Max and Liz. (mutters) Let him deal with this conversation.
She hurried out of the kitchen, leaving her mother on the verge of tears and her father in a state of confusion.
Mr. Evans: Diane? What’s this all about?
Mrs. Evans: Oh, Philip... They’re growing up so fast!
Mr. Evans: Uhh... Honey?
Mrs. Evans: Oh, listen to me. Going on like there’s something I can do about it. So, they’re having sex. Big deal.
Mr. Evans: Riight...
She returned to the dinner table and began putting napkins at each seat. Suddenly, she slumped down into a chair and covered her face with her hands.
Mrs. Evans: Oh, God, it is a big deal! They’re not ready to be parents. Isabel still leaves her wet towels on the floor, and Max -
Mr. Evans: Di? I’m not... What?
Mrs. Evans: I’m not ready to be a grandmother! I’m not old enough to be a grandma!
Mr. Evans: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Who’s having a baby?
Mrs. Evans: Oh... I... I don’t know. (bursts into tears)
Meanwhile...
Isabel: Hey! Get up!
Max: Is?
Isabel: Who else?
Max: What’s going on?
Isabel: What’s going on is, you’re gonna wake up sleeping beauty here and take her downstairs. Then, you’re gonna talk to your mother -
Max: My mother? But -
Isabel: No! She can be your mother when it’s about this.
Max: About what?!
Isabel: Sex! She started to... Oh, God, she mentioned her and Dad and sex... In the same sentence. I’m scarred for life!
Max: Thanks for sharing.
Isabel: Seriously, you have to go in there. I can’t look either of them in the eye...
Max: It’s not that bad. I mean, it can’t be as bad as the time you walked in on them -
Isabel: Sick! Oh, I’m gonna throw up!
Max: Isabel, wait. Why... What made her start talking about sex in the first place?
Isabel: Oh, uh... I don’t remember.
Max: Umm, okay...
Isabel: I’m gonna go... wash my brain. Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes.
Max: Okay. Uh, thanks.
Isabel left the room and smiled broadly as she closed the door. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when she brings it up at dinner!
*I'll take a bajillion dollars off of the dues of the person who writes a paper about missiles in the USSR in the 1980s for me... Oh, and it has to get an 'A'. Typed. Double spaced. Fifteen to twenty pages. Any takers? You could win a spot in the raffle for my very best friend ever! Wouldn't that be just the coolest thing ever?
Yeah. I thought as much. Off to the library I go...
-Jen*
There was a gentle knocking before the door to Max’s bedroom was pushed open. Mrs. Evans stepped quietly into the room and smiled at the scene before her. Max and Liz were cuddled up, her back to his front. Her head rested on the bicep of one of his arms. The other arm rested on her stomach, holding her tightly to him, and her hand rested on top of his. As Mrs. Evans looked around the room, she let out a surprised gasp.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! What are you doing in here?
Isabel: I came to talk to Max, and -
Mrs. Evans: Wait. Let’s leave them alone. Come help me set the table.
They tiptoed out of the room. As they began arranging forks and knives, mother and daughter resumed their earlier conversation.
Mrs. Evans: Make sure to set a place for Liz.
Isabel: Sure.
Mrs. Evans: What were you doing in there?
Isabel: Uhh... Like I said, I went in to talk to Max... and, uh...
Mrs. Evans: They just look so cute together, don’t they?
Isabel: Yeah. Yeah, I... I guess it was just... you know, uh, sweet.
Mrs. Evans: So... Max was pretty tight-lipped about him and Liz. What’s going on with them? He talks to you more than me.
Isabel: We’re close, Mom, but... I don’t exactly want to hear the details of his sex life.
Mrs. Evans: Sex?! They’re having... sex? In my house? Oh, God...
Isabel: Uhh... I didn’t say that... I just, uh... We haven’t talked much lately.
Mrs. Evans: Do you think they’re being safe? Oh, I’ll have to talk to your father about this. I know he talked to him about sex last year, but you can’t be too safe.
Isabel: Uh huh...
Mrs. Evans: (eyes narrow) And what about you, young lady? I hope you know better than to just jump into bed with any guy you date. You... You’re both far too young to be engaged in physical intimacy. There are serious repercussions that you’re not prepared to deal with.
Isabel: (under breath) You have no idea...
Mrs. Evans: What was that?
Isabel: I just said I have no idea if he’s... if they’re together like that. (shivers) I don’t even want to know.
Mrs. Evans: Honey, I don’t want you to think that sex is a bad thing. It’s not. With the right person, it’s a rewarding experience. Your father and I -
Isabel: Iw! Gross! Mom, just... Just stop! Please!
Mrs. Evans: Isabel, if you can’t talk about sex, then you’re not ready to be having it. But... if you are... Are you? You know you can come to me with anything. I-I mean, I don’t want you to be having sex, but if you are... Well, we can deal with that. It had to happen some day. I guess I just forgot what it’s like to be a teenager. My babies are having sex. Oh!
Isabel: I... I didn’t say...
Mr. Evans: Hi, girls. What’s going on in here?
Mrs. Evans: Isabel and I were just talking about -
Isabel: No! I... I’m gonna go get Max and Liz. (mutters) Let him deal with this conversation.
She hurried out of the kitchen, leaving her mother on the verge of tears and her father in a state of confusion.
Mr. Evans: Diane? What’s this all about?
Mrs. Evans: Oh, Philip... They’re growing up so fast!
Mr. Evans: Uhh... Honey?
Mrs. Evans: Oh, listen to me. Going on like there’s something I can do about it. So, they’re having sex. Big deal.
Mr. Evans: Riight...
She returned to the dinner table and began putting napkins at each seat. Suddenly, she slumped down into a chair and covered her face with her hands.
Mrs. Evans: Oh, God, it is a big deal! They’re not ready to be parents. Isabel still leaves her wet towels on the floor, and Max -
Mr. Evans: Di? I’m not... What?
Mrs. Evans: I’m not ready to be a grandmother! I’m not old enough to be a grandma!
Mr. Evans: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Who’s having a baby?
Mrs. Evans: Oh... I... I don’t know. (bursts into tears)
Meanwhile...
Isabel: Hey! Get up!
Max: Is?
Isabel: Who else?
Max: What’s going on?
Isabel: What’s going on is, you’re gonna wake up sleeping beauty here and take her downstairs. Then, you’re gonna talk to your mother -
Max: My mother? But -
Isabel: No! She can be your mother when it’s about this.
Max: About what?!
Isabel: Sex! She started to... Oh, God, she mentioned her and Dad and sex... In the same sentence. I’m scarred for life!
Max: Thanks for sharing.
Isabel: Seriously, you have to go in there. I can’t look either of them in the eye...
Max: It’s not that bad. I mean, it can’t be as bad as the time you walked in on them -
Isabel: Sick! Oh, I’m gonna throw up!
Max: Isabel, wait. Why... What made her start talking about sex in the first place?
Isabel: Oh, uh... I don’t remember.
Max: Umm, okay...
Isabel: I’m gonna go... wash my brain. Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes.
Max: Okay. Uh, thanks.
Isabel left the room and smiled broadly as she closed the door. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when she brings it up at dinner!
*I'll take a bajillion dollars off of the dues of the person who writes a paper about missiles in the USSR in the 1980s for me... Oh, and it has to get an 'A'. Typed. Double spaced. Fifteen to twenty pages. Any takers? You could win a spot in the raffle for my very best friend ever! Wouldn't that be just the coolest thing ever?
Yeah. I thought as much. Off to the library I go...
-Jen*
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
-
Jen11Star
- Enthusiastic Roswellian
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:30 pm
- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Forty Six
Chapter Forty Six
Max: Liz... You have to wake up, Liz.
Liz: Mmm... Don’t wanna.
Max: Please? I want to make sure you’re okay.
Liz: I’m fine. Just... sleepy.
Max: Okay. But... If you’re not sitting at our dinner table in ten minutes, my mom’s gonna call your mom and tell her that you’re sick.
Liz: (sighs) Great.
She rolled around to face him, their hands intertwining without any conscious effort. Max brought their clasped hands up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. She watched his lips make contact with her skin, the way that they lingered to get a better taste. God, those lips! He started to kiss his way down her forearm, but Liz stopped him once he reached the ticklish skin of her inner elbow.
Max: C’mon. Dinner shouldn’t be that bad...
Liz: Max, if you didn’t eat at the Crash, you’d be a bag of bones.
Max: I don’t exactly go there for the food.
Liz: What, then? The intergalactic ambience? (grins) The urinal cakes with big alien eyes?
Max: Those are just disturbing...
Liz: Want me to talk to my dad? Tell him you can’t pee ‘cause you feel like someone’s watching you?
Max: It’s creepy!
Max dropped their hands and sat up, carefully helping Liz into an upright position. He sat silently beside her at the top of his bed. He put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her upper arm gently. She let out a small, contented sigh before resting her head against his chest.
Liz: I like it when it’s like this between us.
Max: Me, too. I wish...
Liz: Yeah. I know.
He got off the bed and stood before her with an outstretched hand. When she hesitated, he stepped closer to her, an anxious look in his eyes.
Max: Well, are you prepared to be poisoned?
Liz: Honestly, Max... How bad can it be?
Max: Just wait and see. You’ll have a whole new appreciation for greasy food.
Liz: Okay. Let’s go.
He guided her with a hand at the small of her back. Briefly, he snuck his hand beneath the back of Liz’s shirt to caress her skin. While he got a small thrill at the feel of her soft skin, his main intent was to comfort her.
Max: You realize that we need to talk, right?
Liz: (sighs) Yeah. I figured as much.
Max: Later.
Liz: Right. Later.
They entered the dining room. Mr. Evans fixed a stern gaze on Max, while Mrs. Evans looked back and forth between Max and Liz, searching for any sign that they were having sex. Isabel was quietly contemplating the meal that had been placed before her.
Max: Uh... Hey.
Mrs. Evans: Liz! How are you feeling? I was so worried about you.
Liz: I-I’m fine. Just...
Max: She’s been working too hard.
Mr. Evans: I think she can speak for herself, Max.
Liz: No. No, it’s okay. He’s right...
There was an awkward moment of silence in the room. Liz fixated on her feet, wondering where her shoes had gone. Max stared at Isabel’s bent head, desperately trying to get her attention. Mr. Evans’ eyes narrowed further when Max wouldn’t look him in the eye. Mrs. Evans watched their interaction and decided that questions needed to be answered before she became hysterical.
Mrs. Evans: Sit down, you two.
Liz: Thank you for having me for dinner, Mrs. Evans.
Mrs. Evans: Oh, you’re quite welcome. We’ve missed you around here.
Max: Mom!
Mr. Evans: Watch your tone, young man.
Max’s startled gaze drifted to his father’s grim face. He helped Liz into a chair and sat down beside her. He looked at the sloppy mess on his plate and wondered how he could get out of eating it. Isabel and Mr. Evans made loud scraping noises with their forks as they pushed the food around their plates. Evan Mrs. Evans had a small frown of distaste on her face.
Liz: Oh, wow! What is this? It’s great!
Mrs. Evans: It’s enchiladas, Hawaiian style! The recipe was in with the Sunday coupons this week, and I thought I’d give it a try. They had one for fish tacos, too, but I know how Isabel dislikes seafood...
Isabel had been mid-bite when her mother started talking. Mrs. Evans’ unknowing euphemism was uttered as her daughter attempted to swallow. A loud barking sound came from deep in Isabel’s throat, followed shortly by the unsavory mouthful. Mrs. Evans grimaced as she pulled a chunk of pineapple from her hair.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! Really, what’s gotten into you?
Isabel: N-Nothing, I... May I go to the bathroom to clean this up?
Mr. Evans: Of course.
Mrs. Evans: Max, is something wrong with Isabel? She’s been acting strange lately.
Max: Uh... We haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately.
Mr. Evans: About that. Your mother had a perfectly normal turkey dinner prepared, and all we got from you was a two minute phone call? You can’t keep disappearing like this, Max. You will not miss another holiday with us, do you understand?
Max: Yeah. I’m sor -
Mr. Evans: I’m not through. I was going to wait until after dinner to talk with you, but now will be as good a time as any.
Max: Dad?
Mrs. Evans: Philip, no. Don’t... You’ll embarrass them.
Mr. Evans: They should be embarrassed! Just how long do you think your mother and I will look the other way? Coming in and out of the house at all hours, disappearing for days, and now you’re having sex under my roof? No. (shakes head) This has gone too far.
Max: I... I... What?
Mrs. Evans: Look, honey, we’re not saying that sex is wrong or unnatural, but you’re just too young to fully understand the consequences. It’s hard to distinguish between what you think is love and what might really be raging hormones.
Max: Oh, God...
Mr. Evans: Pay attention. That goes for you, too, Liz. And you, Isabel. I see you over there.
Isabel: Daddy, I was -
Mr. Evans: Save it. This meal was ruined before it started. Isabel, go call for a few pizzas. Max... and Liz... clear the table. We’re having a meeting in the living room in five minutes.
Max and Liz were left alone in the dining room. They brought four plates loaded with enchiladas and one empty plate. As Max scraped the dishes, Liz loaded the dishwasher.
Max: Liz, I’m so sorry. I -
Liz: It’s just gonna get worse, isn’t it?
Max: Yeah, I guess. But how much worse can it get?
Mr. Evans: (calls out from down the hall) I just got off the phone with your parents, Liz. They’ll be here in fifteen minutes.
Max: Oh, fuck me.
Max: Liz... You have to wake up, Liz.
Liz: Mmm... Don’t wanna.
Max: Please? I want to make sure you’re okay.
Liz: I’m fine. Just... sleepy.
Max: Okay. But... If you’re not sitting at our dinner table in ten minutes, my mom’s gonna call your mom and tell her that you’re sick.
Liz: (sighs) Great.
She rolled around to face him, their hands intertwining without any conscious effort. Max brought their clasped hands up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. She watched his lips make contact with her skin, the way that they lingered to get a better taste. God, those lips! He started to kiss his way down her forearm, but Liz stopped him once he reached the ticklish skin of her inner elbow.
Max: C’mon. Dinner shouldn’t be that bad...
Liz: Max, if you didn’t eat at the Crash, you’d be a bag of bones.
Max: I don’t exactly go there for the food.
Liz: What, then? The intergalactic ambience? (grins) The urinal cakes with big alien eyes?
Max: Those are just disturbing...
Liz: Want me to talk to my dad? Tell him you can’t pee ‘cause you feel like someone’s watching you?
Max: It’s creepy!
Max dropped their hands and sat up, carefully helping Liz into an upright position. He sat silently beside her at the top of his bed. He put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her upper arm gently. She let out a small, contented sigh before resting her head against his chest.
Liz: I like it when it’s like this between us.
Max: Me, too. I wish...
Liz: Yeah. I know.
He got off the bed and stood before her with an outstretched hand. When she hesitated, he stepped closer to her, an anxious look in his eyes.
Max: Well, are you prepared to be poisoned?
Liz: Honestly, Max... How bad can it be?
Max: Just wait and see. You’ll have a whole new appreciation for greasy food.
Liz: Okay. Let’s go.
He guided her with a hand at the small of her back. Briefly, he snuck his hand beneath the back of Liz’s shirt to caress her skin. While he got a small thrill at the feel of her soft skin, his main intent was to comfort her.
Max: You realize that we need to talk, right?
Liz: (sighs) Yeah. I figured as much.
Max: Later.
Liz: Right. Later.
They entered the dining room. Mr. Evans fixed a stern gaze on Max, while Mrs. Evans looked back and forth between Max and Liz, searching for any sign that they were having sex. Isabel was quietly contemplating the meal that had been placed before her.
Max: Uh... Hey.
Mrs. Evans: Liz! How are you feeling? I was so worried about you.
Liz: I-I’m fine. Just...
Max: She’s been working too hard.
Mr. Evans: I think she can speak for herself, Max.
Liz: No. No, it’s okay. He’s right...
There was an awkward moment of silence in the room. Liz fixated on her feet, wondering where her shoes had gone. Max stared at Isabel’s bent head, desperately trying to get her attention. Mr. Evans’ eyes narrowed further when Max wouldn’t look him in the eye. Mrs. Evans watched their interaction and decided that questions needed to be answered before she became hysterical.
Mrs. Evans: Sit down, you two.
Liz: Thank you for having me for dinner, Mrs. Evans.
Mrs. Evans: Oh, you’re quite welcome. We’ve missed you around here.
Max: Mom!
Mr. Evans: Watch your tone, young man.
Max’s startled gaze drifted to his father’s grim face. He helped Liz into a chair and sat down beside her. He looked at the sloppy mess on his plate and wondered how he could get out of eating it. Isabel and Mr. Evans made loud scraping noises with their forks as they pushed the food around their plates. Evan Mrs. Evans had a small frown of distaste on her face.
Liz: Oh, wow! What is this? It’s great!
Mrs. Evans: It’s enchiladas, Hawaiian style! The recipe was in with the Sunday coupons this week, and I thought I’d give it a try. They had one for fish tacos, too, but I know how Isabel dislikes seafood...
Isabel had been mid-bite when her mother started talking. Mrs. Evans’ unknowing euphemism was uttered as her daughter attempted to swallow. A loud barking sound came from deep in Isabel’s throat, followed shortly by the unsavory mouthful. Mrs. Evans grimaced as she pulled a chunk of pineapple from her hair.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! Really, what’s gotten into you?
Isabel: N-Nothing, I... May I go to the bathroom to clean this up?
Mr. Evans: Of course.
Mrs. Evans: Max, is something wrong with Isabel? She’s been acting strange lately.
Max: Uh... We haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately.
Mr. Evans: About that. Your mother had a perfectly normal turkey dinner prepared, and all we got from you was a two minute phone call? You can’t keep disappearing like this, Max. You will not miss another holiday with us, do you understand?
Max: Yeah. I’m sor -
Mr. Evans: I’m not through. I was going to wait until after dinner to talk with you, but now will be as good a time as any.
Max: Dad?
Mrs. Evans: Philip, no. Don’t... You’ll embarrass them.
Mr. Evans: They should be embarrassed! Just how long do you think your mother and I will look the other way? Coming in and out of the house at all hours, disappearing for days, and now you’re having sex under my roof? No. (shakes head) This has gone too far.
Max: I... I... What?
Mrs. Evans: Look, honey, we’re not saying that sex is wrong or unnatural, but you’re just too young to fully understand the consequences. It’s hard to distinguish between what you think is love and what might really be raging hormones.
Max: Oh, God...
Mr. Evans: Pay attention. That goes for you, too, Liz. And you, Isabel. I see you over there.
Isabel: Daddy, I was -
Mr. Evans: Save it. This meal was ruined before it started. Isabel, go call for a few pizzas. Max... and Liz... clear the table. We’re having a meeting in the living room in five minutes.
Max and Liz were left alone in the dining room. They brought four plates loaded with enchiladas and one empty plate. As Max scraped the dishes, Liz loaded the dishwasher.
Max: Liz, I’m so sorry. I -
Liz: It’s just gonna get worse, isn’t it?
Max: Yeah, I guess. But how much worse can it get?
Mr. Evans: (calls out from down the hall) I just got off the phone with your parents, Liz. They’ll be here in fifteen minutes.
Max: Oh, fuck me.
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Chapter Forty Seven
Well, it's 2 am, and I'm still on page one of a fifteen page paper due at 10 am. Lucky for you, I needed a break from all that hard work. Thinking up titles isn't easy... So, anyway, glad you've all enjoyed the humor. It'll continue for a wee bit. A sort of reprieve, I guess. Man, I need a life...
Chapter Forty Seven
Isabel: Isn’t that what got us all in trouble to begin with?
Max: Stay out of this, Is.
Isabel: No, I will not stay out of this. Not when I’m getting dragged into it with you.
He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. Isabel’s posture soon reflected his.
Max: Exactly how did you get involved in this?
Isabel: Oh. I, uh...
Max: Oh, my God! You started this! Didn’t you?
Isabel: Yeah, but... I didn’t mean to.
Max: What did you say?
Isabel: Mom... She wanted to know what was going on with you and Liz. I said I didn’t know.
Max: And?
Isabel: Okay. I said I didn’t know about your sex life. I didn’t mean to say it. I swear!
Max: What sex life?
Liz: Max...
Isabel: There was definitely something going on in Michael’s bedroom this afternoon. It looked like sex from where I was standing.
Liz: Isabel, we didn’t -
Max: No, Liz. It’s none of her... It’s none of your damn business!
Isabel: It’s my business when, in under six hours, I not only see my brother’s naked ass humping his on-again, off-again girlfriend, but my parents interrogate me about my sex life, and then you bring up that... Ugh. That time...
Max: Oh. You mean the time you walked in on Mom and Dad having sex in the kitchen?
Isabel: Fuck off, Max.
Her hand raised up, and Liz feared that she was going to zap her brother. Max stiffened and began gathering his own energy. He wouldn’t hit his sister, but he would shield himself from her wrath.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! Watch your language. You’re already on thin ice.
Her arms raised in exasperation as she turned to face her mother. Max relaxed his stance a bit, not entirely sure that Isabel wouldn’t unleash her powers despite their mother’s presence.
Isabel: What? I’m not the one getting caught with his pants down.
Max: Isabel!
Mrs. Evans: Max?
Liz: Listen... It’s not -
Max: I... It’s not how it sounds.
Isabel: No, it sounds more like, ‘Oh, Liz... Oh, Max...’.
Max: I can’t believe you just said that.
Isabel: I can’t believe I had to hear it - never mind see it - in the first place!
Mrs. Evans: Hold on! What did you see?
Liz: She... We... It’s not -
Isabel: They were naked in Michael’s bed this afternoon.
Mrs. Evans: Max!
Max and Isabel approached one another from opposite sides of the room. The angrier they became, the closer they got to each other. Mrs. Evans and Liz stood back and watched the siblings duke it out.
Max: Isabel took one of Dad’s credit cards and maxed it out at Banana Republic.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel?
Isabel: Max calls his penis Herman.
Max: No, I don’t! One of Isabel’s boobs is bigger than the other.
Isabel: Max cried when Buffy killed Angel.
Max frantically searched his mind for things to embarrass her with. Isabel didn’t seem to have much ammunition and began fabricating lies.
Max: Isabel has a moustache.
Isabel: Max watches gay porn with Michael.
Max: You liar! Isabel’s failing French.
Isabel: Max used to eat worms.
Max: What? I ate part of one worm when we were nine on a dare!
Isabel: That’s not how I remember it.
Max: Isabel made out with Karen Henderson on a dare.
Isabel: Max didn’t go camping last week. He went to New York and got an STD from a hooker.
Max: Shut up! That’s not true!
Isabel: So?
Max and Isabel were in each other’s faces, and it appeared that they might resort to physical violence if they weren’t stopped soon. Liz felt bad for Max, as she suspected that Isabel was a hair puller.
Max: So? So... Isabel wears false teeth.
Isabel: Max has a pair of Liz’s underwear in his night stand.
Max: How did you... Son of a bitch! I told you to stay out of my room!
Isabel: I told you to -
Mr. Evans: ENOUGH! All of you, get in the living room. NOW!
Chapter Forty Seven
Isabel: Isn’t that what got us all in trouble to begin with?
Max: Stay out of this, Is.
Isabel: No, I will not stay out of this. Not when I’m getting dragged into it with you.
He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. Isabel’s posture soon reflected his.
Max: Exactly how did you get involved in this?
Isabel: Oh. I, uh...
Max: Oh, my God! You started this! Didn’t you?
Isabel: Yeah, but... I didn’t mean to.
Max: What did you say?
Isabel: Mom... She wanted to know what was going on with you and Liz. I said I didn’t know.
Max: And?
Isabel: Okay. I said I didn’t know about your sex life. I didn’t mean to say it. I swear!
Max: What sex life?
Liz: Max...
Isabel: There was definitely something going on in Michael’s bedroom this afternoon. It looked like sex from where I was standing.
Liz: Isabel, we didn’t -
Max: No, Liz. It’s none of her... It’s none of your damn business!
Isabel: It’s my business when, in under six hours, I not only see my brother’s naked ass humping his on-again, off-again girlfriend, but my parents interrogate me about my sex life, and then you bring up that... Ugh. That time...
Max: Oh. You mean the time you walked in on Mom and Dad having sex in the kitchen?
Isabel: Fuck off, Max.
Her hand raised up, and Liz feared that she was going to zap her brother. Max stiffened and began gathering his own energy. He wouldn’t hit his sister, but he would shield himself from her wrath.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel! Watch your language. You’re already on thin ice.
Her arms raised in exasperation as she turned to face her mother. Max relaxed his stance a bit, not entirely sure that Isabel wouldn’t unleash her powers despite their mother’s presence.
Isabel: What? I’m not the one getting caught with his pants down.
Max: Isabel!
Mrs. Evans: Max?
Liz: Listen... It’s not -
Max: I... It’s not how it sounds.
Isabel: No, it sounds more like, ‘Oh, Liz... Oh, Max...’.
Max: I can’t believe you just said that.
Isabel: I can’t believe I had to hear it - never mind see it - in the first place!
Mrs. Evans: Hold on! What did you see?
Liz: She... We... It’s not -
Isabel: They were naked in Michael’s bed this afternoon.
Mrs. Evans: Max!
Max and Isabel approached one another from opposite sides of the room. The angrier they became, the closer they got to each other. Mrs. Evans and Liz stood back and watched the siblings duke it out.
Max: Isabel took one of Dad’s credit cards and maxed it out at Banana Republic.
Mrs. Evans: Isabel?
Isabel: Max calls his penis Herman.
Max: No, I don’t! One of Isabel’s boobs is bigger than the other.
Isabel: Max cried when Buffy killed Angel.
Max frantically searched his mind for things to embarrass her with. Isabel didn’t seem to have much ammunition and began fabricating lies.
Max: Isabel has a moustache.
Isabel: Max watches gay porn with Michael.
Max: You liar! Isabel’s failing French.
Isabel: Max used to eat worms.
Max: What? I ate part of one worm when we were nine on a dare!
Isabel: That’s not how I remember it.
Max: Isabel made out with Karen Henderson on a dare.
Isabel: Max didn’t go camping last week. He went to New York and got an STD from a hooker.
Max: Shut up! That’s not true!
Isabel: So?
Max and Isabel were in each other’s faces, and it appeared that they might resort to physical violence if they weren’t stopped soon. Liz felt bad for Max, as she suspected that Isabel was a hair puller.
Max: So? So... Isabel wears false teeth.
Isabel: Max has a pair of Liz’s underwear in his night stand.
Max: How did you... Son of a bitch! I told you to stay out of my room!
Isabel: I told you to -
Mr. Evans: ENOUGH! All of you, get in the living room. NOW!
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Jen11Star
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Chapter Forty Eight
Chapter Forty Eight
Liz let out a relieved sigh when the doorbell rang. She was seated on the couch between Max and Isabel, who were making faces at each other across her lap. Mr. and Mrs. Evans stood in the doorway, harshly whispering and gesturing at each other. Every so often, Liz felt their attention turn to her, and she had to fight the urge to run out of the house.
Mrs. Parker: Philip. Diane. It’s so nice to see you.
Mrs. Evans: I’m not sure you’re going to feel that way for long.
Isabel: Daddy, do I really have to be here?
Mr. Evans: Yes. You do.
Mr. Parker: Hey, Lizzie. What’s this all about, Phil?
Mr. Evans: You’ll want to have a seat for this.
The Parkers made their way to the loveseat that faced the couch, while the Evans were seated stiffly in arm chairs. Liz ignored the inquisitive tilt of her father’s head and her mother’s arched eyebrow, focusing once again on her bare feet. Where did my shoes go? I know I wore shoes today... She started to wiggle her toes, and when one of them made a soft snapping noise, the entire room turned their heads toward her.
Isabel: Can we get this over with? I still don’t see why I -
Mr. Evans: Say it again, and you lose your car privileges.
Isabel crossed her arms over her chest and slumped back into the couch. Liz had to put her hand out to keep herself from falling into Isabel as her cushion sagged.
Isabel: Don’t touch me! I don’t know where that hand’s been!
Max: What the hell is your problem?
Isabel: Even worse! I do know where it’s been. On Max’s -
Max leapt across Liz’s lap to cover his sister’s troublesome mouth.
Max: Isabel! Shut up!
Liz: Max...
Max jumped back to his side of the couch with a yelp, leaving a confused Liz and a smiling Isabel behind.
Max: You freak out when Liz touches your pants, but you’ll lick my hand?
Liz: (under breath) Just wait it out. This will be over before you know it. Keep it together, Liz.
Max: Uhh, Liz?
Isabel: Seriously, do you know you’re talking out loud?
Liz: It’s not like it matters. I could strip down naked right here and do a dance on the coffee table, and no one would remember tomorrow.
Max: (coughs) I... I, uh -
Mrs. Parker: Elizabeth! You will do no such thing!
Liz: It doesn’t fucking matter! No one ever remembers the things that really happen. I live it, and then people tell me that I didn’t, but then maybe I dream it again, and then I tell people, and sometimes they remember part of it, but mostly they don’t. We may as well tell them all about you and Isabel, Max. You’ll get to see their reactions. Or, I mean, I will... And then I can tell you about it. (frowns) But then you’ll just forget. Maybe if I write it down for you...
Isabel: I’ll kill you before you get the words out.
Max: What the fuck is your problem? Can’t you see there’s something seriously wrong with her?
Isabel: I don’t give a flying fuck. As if your little wet dream hasn’t caused us enough trouble. No. Uh-uh. It stops here.
Max: Don’t you ever. Ever. Talk to her that way again.
Isabel: Or what? I’m so scared.
Liz: I could zap her, you know.
Max: Liz... Hold on a second, okay? I’m serious, Isabel. Don’t test me. Tess already tried to fuck with her today, and I’m not gonna put up with your selfish shit.
Isabel sent Max a dirty look and he frowned back at her. Liz sat passively on the middle of the couch, wondering if she could change the color of her toenails. When it looked like the siblings were about to get into another altercation, their mother stepped in.
Mrs. Evans: Who are you two, and what have you done with my children? We’ve got company! This is no way to behave. (pauses) Oh, I’m so sorry. Nancy, Jeff, would you like something to eat or drink? We have a few pizzas on the way...
Mrs. Parker: We’re fine...
Mr. Parker: Could someone please tell me why we’re here?
Liz inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, willing this to be a dream. There’s no place like home... She concentrated solely on waking up somewhere else and forgot to resume breathing. She started to feel dizzy and thought she might need to lay down. Liz curled up in a ball and fell over onto Max’s lap.
Mr. Parker: What’s wrong with her?
Isabel: Isn’t that the question of the day?
Mrs. Evans: I didn’t want to say anything, but -
Max: Mom, no!
Mrs. Evans: I’m sorry, Max, but they need to know. (pauses) Nancy, Jeff, I... This is the second time I’ve seen her passed out today. Max brought her home this afternoon, and she just wouldn’t wake up.
Max: She’s okay. Just... tired...
Isabel: Well, if I was getting that much physical activity, I’d be tired, too.
Mr. Parker: What’s that supposed to mean? Max?
Max: I... Umm...
Mrs. Parker: Should we take her to the hospital?
Mrs. Evans: Why don’t we lay her down for a bit? She’s breathing, right? Max?
Max: Yeah.
He once again gathered her in his arms and stood from the couch. Max rested her head against his shoulder and started to walk out of the room. He was stopped before he reached the threshold.
Mr. Parker: Where are you taking her?
Max: Umm... To my bedroom?
Mr. Parker: I don’t think so!
Mrs. Parker: Honestly, Jeff! She’s out cold. What could they possibly do? Go on, Max.
Max’s gaze shifted uncertainly between the Parkers before deciding that it was more important that Liz be comfortable than for him to survive the night. He exited the room.
Mr. Parker: It’s just the principle... My baby girl shouldn’t be in any boy’s bedroom.
Isabel: (mumbles) Too late.
Jeff Parker’s head snapped up at the comment. He was about to lay into her when Diane, in an attempt at playing peacekeeper, intervened.
Mrs. Evans: They took a nap together on Max’s bed earlier. It was all very innocent. I checked on them a few times...
Mr. Parker: Are you in the habit of letting your children sleep with their... “friends”?
Mrs. Parker: What is your problem? They took a nap together. Christ, Jeff, you’d think they just told you they’re having sex!
Mr. Evans: Maybe you two should sit down again...
Mrs. Evans: Oh, that must be the pizza. Isabel, there’s money in my purse. Go answer the door, please.
Isabel: (sighs) Anything to get out of this room.
Meanwhile...
Max placed Liz on his bed and resisted the urge to crawl in next to her, fearing the look he’d already seen in her father’s eyes. He pulled his desk chair beside her and held onto her hand.
Max: You gotta stop doing this, Liz. I... I’m really worried about you.
Liz: Max? Oh. Good. It’s a new day.
Max: Umm... Liz? You passed out in my living room about five minutes ago.
Liz: Shit. I... Why? Why the hell does this part come true? Oh, no, can’t keep the happy parts where we have hot, sweaty sex. Nope. Gotta hang onto those awkward memories. Although... You know what, Max? It’ll be just fine. No one’s gonna remember this tomorrow, anyway.
Max: Liz? You... Do you know how crazy that sounds?
Liz: Yeah. Hey, I have an idea!
Max: Uh huh...
Liz: Well, we’re alone... on a bed... in your bedroom...
Max: With two sets of parents just down the hall. What are you thinking?
Liz: You know, this game’s no fun if no one else is playing.
Max: This isn’t a game, Liz.
Liz: Oh. Right. Of course you’d think so.
Max: I... Later, I want to connect with you. Okay? I... There’s got to be some way that I can fix this.
Liz: I -
Isabel: Pizza’s here.
Liz: No, thanks. I’m not hungry.
Isabel: Did you really eat that junk?
Liz: Yeah. It was good.
Max: Umm... Do you have a fever?
Isabel: Whatever. You might want to come eat while you still can. You two are gonna be on bread and water for a long time.
Liz: Huh?
Max: What do you mean?
Isabel: Oh... Mom and Dad are telling the Parkers that you two are sexually active.
Liz: Oh, my God!
Max: B-But... But, we’re not!
Isabel: Maybe if you keep saying it, we’ll all believe you.
Liz: Max, we -
There was a loud shout from down the hall, interrupting their conversation.
Mr. Parker: WHERE IS HE? I’ll kill him!
Max: Shit.
Liz: This should be fun.
Isabel: Well, on that note...
She turned and left the room, just barely escaping before Jeff Parker came barreling into Max’s bedroom. Max had a helpless look on his face, but Liz only smiled.
Liz: Daddy, could you leave us alone for a bit? What’ll we need, Max? Thirty... Forty minutes? Oh, but we’ll probably want to shower afterwards. Umm, could you come back in an hour? Isabel said the pizza’s here, so...
Mr. Parker: WHAT?!
Liz: If you’re gonna punish us for having sex, we should probably check to make sure that we’ve actually done it. So... we’ll see you in an hour.
*Dee, are you volunteering to be my bitch? Cause if I'd known that, I would've saved the tub scrubbing for you...
Anyhow, I finished the paper, though it was 4 or 5 pages short of 20... blah. I've only got seven more in the next two weeks... poop*
Liz let out a relieved sigh when the doorbell rang. She was seated on the couch between Max and Isabel, who were making faces at each other across her lap. Mr. and Mrs. Evans stood in the doorway, harshly whispering and gesturing at each other. Every so often, Liz felt their attention turn to her, and she had to fight the urge to run out of the house.
Mrs. Parker: Philip. Diane. It’s so nice to see you.
Mrs. Evans: I’m not sure you’re going to feel that way for long.
Isabel: Daddy, do I really have to be here?
Mr. Evans: Yes. You do.
Mr. Parker: Hey, Lizzie. What’s this all about, Phil?
Mr. Evans: You’ll want to have a seat for this.
The Parkers made their way to the loveseat that faced the couch, while the Evans were seated stiffly in arm chairs. Liz ignored the inquisitive tilt of her father’s head and her mother’s arched eyebrow, focusing once again on her bare feet. Where did my shoes go? I know I wore shoes today... She started to wiggle her toes, and when one of them made a soft snapping noise, the entire room turned their heads toward her.
Isabel: Can we get this over with? I still don’t see why I -
Mr. Evans: Say it again, and you lose your car privileges.
Isabel crossed her arms over her chest and slumped back into the couch. Liz had to put her hand out to keep herself from falling into Isabel as her cushion sagged.
Isabel: Don’t touch me! I don’t know where that hand’s been!
Max: What the hell is your problem?
Isabel: Even worse! I do know where it’s been. On Max’s -
Max leapt across Liz’s lap to cover his sister’s troublesome mouth.
Max: Isabel! Shut up!
Liz: Max...
Max jumped back to his side of the couch with a yelp, leaving a confused Liz and a smiling Isabel behind.
Max: You freak out when Liz touches your pants, but you’ll lick my hand?
Liz: (under breath) Just wait it out. This will be over before you know it. Keep it together, Liz.
Max: Uhh, Liz?
Isabel: Seriously, do you know you’re talking out loud?
Liz: It’s not like it matters. I could strip down naked right here and do a dance on the coffee table, and no one would remember tomorrow.
Max: (coughs) I... I, uh -
Mrs. Parker: Elizabeth! You will do no such thing!
Liz: It doesn’t fucking matter! No one ever remembers the things that really happen. I live it, and then people tell me that I didn’t, but then maybe I dream it again, and then I tell people, and sometimes they remember part of it, but mostly they don’t. We may as well tell them all about you and Isabel, Max. You’ll get to see their reactions. Or, I mean, I will... And then I can tell you about it. (frowns) But then you’ll just forget. Maybe if I write it down for you...
Isabel: I’ll kill you before you get the words out.
Max: What the fuck is your problem? Can’t you see there’s something seriously wrong with her?
Isabel: I don’t give a flying fuck. As if your little wet dream hasn’t caused us enough trouble. No. Uh-uh. It stops here.
Max: Don’t you ever. Ever. Talk to her that way again.
Isabel: Or what? I’m so scared.
Liz: I could zap her, you know.
Max: Liz... Hold on a second, okay? I’m serious, Isabel. Don’t test me. Tess already tried to fuck with her today, and I’m not gonna put up with your selfish shit.
Isabel sent Max a dirty look and he frowned back at her. Liz sat passively on the middle of the couch, wondering if she could change the color of her toenails. When it looked like the siblings were about to get into another altercation, their mother stepped in.
Mrs. Evans: Who are you two, and what have you done with my children? We’ve got company! This is no way to behave. (pauses) Oh, I’m so sorry. Nancy, Jeff, would you like something to eat or drink? We have a few pizzas on the way...
Mrs. Parker: We’re fine...
Mr. Parker: Could someone please tell me why we’re here?
Liz inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, willing this to be a dream. There’s no place like home... She concentrated solely on waking up somewhere else and forgot to resume breathing. She started to feel dizzy and thought she might need to lay down. Liz curled up in a ball and fell over onto Max’s lap.
Mr. Parker: What’s wrong with her?
Isabel: Isn’t that the question of the day?
Mrs. Evans: I didn’t want to say anything, but -
Max: Mom, no!
Mrs. Evans: I’m sorry, Max, but they need to know. (pauses) Nancy, Jeff, I... This is the second time I’ve seen her passed out today. Max brought her home this afternoon, and she just wouldn’t wake up.
Max: She’s okay. Just... tired...
Isabel: Well, if I was getting that much physical activity, I’d be tired, too.
Mr. Parker: What’s that supposed to mean? Max?
Max: I... Umm...
Mrs. Parker: Should we take her to the hospital?
Mrs. Evans: Why don’t we lay her down for a bit? She’s breathing, right? Max?
Max: Yeah.
He once again gathered her in his arms and stood from the couch. Max rested her head against his shoulder and started to walk out of the room. He was stopped before he reached the threshold.
Mr. Parker: Where are you taking her?
Max: Umm... To my bedroom?
Mr. Parker: I don’t think so!
Mrs. Parker: Honestly, Jeff! She’s out cold. What could they possibly do? Go on, Max.
Max’s gaze shifted uncertainly between the Parkers before deciding that it was more important that Liz be comfortable than for him to survive the night. He exited the room.
Mr. Parker: It’s just the principle... My baby girl shouldn’t be in any boy’s bedroom.
Isabel: (mumbles) Too late.
Jeff Parker’s head snapped up at the comment. He was about to lay into her when Diane, in an attempt at playing peacekeeper, intervened.
Mrs. Evans: They took a nap together on Max’s bed earlier. It was all very innocent. I checked on them a few times...
Mr. Parker: Are you in the habit of letting your children sleep with their... “friends”?
Mrs. Parker: What is your problem? They took a nap together. Christ, Jeff, you’d think they just told you they’re having sex!
Mr. Evans: Maybe you two should sit down again...
Mrs. Evans: Oh, that must be the pizza. Isabel, there’s money in my purse. Go answer the door, please.
Isabel: (sighs) Anything to get out of this room.
Meanwhile...
Max placed Liz on his bed and resisted the urge to crawl in next to her, fearing the look he’d already seen in her father’s eyes. He pulled his desk chair beside her and held onto her hand.
Max: You gotta stop doing this, Liz. I... I’m really worried about you.
Liz: Max? Oh. Good. It’s a new day.
Max: Umm... Liz? You passed out in my living room about five minutes ago.
Liz: Shit. I... Why? Why the hell does this part come true? Oh, no, can’t keep the happy parts where we have hot, sweaty sex. Nope. Gotta hang onto those awkward memories. Although... You know what, Max? It’ll be just fine. No one’s gonna remember this tomorrow, anyway.
Max: Liz? You... Do you know how crazy that sounds?
Liz: Yeah. Hey, I have an idea!
Max: Uh huh...
Liz: Well, we’re alone... on a bed... in your bedroom...
Max: With two sets of parents just down the hall. What are you thinking?
Liz: You know, this game’s no fun if no one else is playing.
Max: This isn’t a game, Liz.
Liz: Oh. Right. Of course you’d think so.
Max: I... Later, I want to connect with you. Okay? I... There’s got to be some way that I can fix this.
Liz: I -
Isabel: Pizza’s here.
Liz: No, thanks. I’m not hungry.
Isabel: Did you really eat that junk?
Liz: Yeah. It was good.
Max: Umm... Do you have a fever?
Isabel: Whatever. You might want to come eat while you still can. You two are gonna be on bread and water for a long time.
Liz: Huh?
Max: What do you mean?
Isabel: Oh... Mom and Dad are telling the Parkers that you two are sexually active.
Liz: Oh, my God!
Max: B-But... But, we’re not!
Isabel: Maybe if you keep saying it, we’ll all believe you.
Liz: Max, we -
There was a loud shout from down the hall, interrupting their conversation.
Mr. Parker: WHERE IS HE? I’ll kill him!
Max: Shit.
Liz: This should be fun.
Isabel: Well, on that note...
She turned and left the room, just barely escaping before Jeff Parker came barreling into Max’s bedroom. Max had a helpless look on his face, but Liz only smiled.
Liz: Daddy, could you leave us alone for a bit? What’ll we need, Max? Thirty... Forty minutes? Oh, but we’ll probably want to shower afterwards. Umm, could you come back in an hour? Isabel said the pizza’s here, so...
Mr. Parker: WHAT?!
Liz: If you’re gonna punish us for having sex, we should probably check to make sure that we’ve actually done it. So... we’ll see you in an hour.
*Dee, are you volunteering to be my bitch? Cause if I'd known that, I would've saved the tub scrubbing for you...
Anyhow, I finished the paper, though it was 4 or 5 pages short of 20... blah. I've only got seven more in the next two weeks... poop*
Last edited by Jen11Star on Wed May 19, 2004 11:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
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Jen11Star
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Chapter Forty Nine
Chapter Forty Nine
Jeff Parker was not an unreasonable man. Most who knew him would describe him as level-headed and non-confrontational. But within the span of an hour, he’d heard things... horrible things about his innocent baby girl, Liz. Lies. They all had to be lies. There had been “maybes” and “not sures” thrown in, but Jeff had ignored those and focused on the horrible underlying possibilities: Liz... in bed with a boy - with that Max Evans; Liz... possibly making him a grandfather before he turned forty; Liz... asking him to leave the room so she could have sex with her boyfriend.
Max’s eyes widened in shock as he heard Liz’s words. He slowly backed away from her, his arms raised in the air to affirm to all interested parties that he was not touching her. Anger was radiating off of Liz’s father, and Max was at a loss. There didn’t seem to be any way to get out of this situation alive. But he had to try.
Max: I... I can explain...
Mr. Parker: You’ve got two minutes before I kill you.
Liz: Daddy! If you kill him, he won’t be able to make an honest woman out of me.
Mr. Parker: An honest woman? Elizabeth! You’re sixteen years old! You... There... It -
Liz: And if you kill Max, you’ll go to jail, and then I won’t have any positive male influences in my life, and I’ll probably start sleeping around and -
Max: (hisses) Liz! This isn’t making things better!
Mr. Parker: Don’t you talk to her that way! Do you think you can boss her around now, just because you tricked her into having sex with you?
Max settled heavily on the edge of his bed and studied his hands. Jeff Parker sat across from him in the chair that had been placed there earlier. Liz flitted about the room, touching things every once in a while and humming to herself. The rest of the parents hesitantly entered the room.
Max: But, we didn’t -
Liz: (in a sing-song voice) But, we might have!
Mr. Evans: (scratches back of head) Is she usually like this?
Max: Liz, you... I can’t... Mr. Parker, there’s something you’ve got -
Mr. Parker: Quiet! Both of you! I’ll be having a long talk with you at home, young lady, but right now, your little friend has some answering to do.
Liz: But, Daddy!
Mr. Parker: (ignores Liz) So, Max, are you saying that you haven’t had sex with my daughter?
Max: I... I don’t... (sighs) I’m... not... sure. I... Liz says we might have, but I honestly don’t -
Mr. Parker: Are you calling my daughter a liar?
Mrs. Parker: Jeff!
Max: No! Not a liar, sir. Just...
Mr. Parker: Just?
Liz: Yeah, Max. What am I?
Max: Confused...
Mr. Evans: I think that’s the clearest thing I’ve heard all night.
Mr. Parker: Okay. We’re gonna take this one step at a time, try to get to the bottom of this mess, so I can pick the best punishment.... Now, Max, have you ever kissed my daughter?
Max: Yes.
Mr. Parker: Have you ever... Have you ever touched her under her clothes?
Liz: Oh, my God.
Max: I... Yeah.
Mr. Parker: Have you ever seen her without her clothes on?
Liz: Max! You don’t have to answer him!
Mr. Parker: Stay out of this, Liz. Answer me, Max.
Max: (exhales deeply) Yes.
Mr. Parker: And has my Lizzie ever seen you naked?
Liz: Yup. He’s got a really nice -
Max: LIZ!
Liz: I was just gonna say -
Mr. Parker: Stop right there, young lady! Max?
Max: She just said... I... Yes.
Mr. Parker: Have your naked bodies ever... touched?
Max: S-Sir?
Mr. Evans: Answer him, son.
Mrs. Evans: No... don’t...
Mr. Evans: We all need to know!
Mrs. Evans: No. No, we don’t. I...
Mr. Parker: Max?
Max: (sighs) Yes.
Mr. Parker: When?
Max: Oh, God...
Liz: Well, the first time was waaay back in February. You guys remember, the night we stayed out in the desert?
Mrs. Parker: What?! You’ve been having sex all this time? You lied to us! Why isn’t Max sure if you have had sex? I don’t understand.
Liz: Well, technically, we didn’t have sex.
Mrs. Evans: I don’t know if I want to hear any more of this...
Mrs. Parker: (sighs) What does that mean?
Max: Look, it -
Mr. Parker: She wasn’t talking to you!
Mrs. Parker: They’re not going to tell us anything if you keep accusing them!
Mr. Parker: (crosses arms over chest) Oh, they’re gonna tell us, all right.
Liz: If you’d stop interrupting me, I could tell you guys that -
Mr. Parker: I told you to stay out of this.
Mr. Evans: Come on, Jeff. They were both there...
Mr. Parker: Are you saying my little girl is easy?
Mrs. Parker: Oh, Jesus Christ!
Mrs. Evans: I... Oh, my nerves are shot. I... I need a drink.
Mrs. Parker: I think I’ll join you.
The women gladly left their children at the mercy of their fathers. They passed Isabel in the hall on their way to the liquor cabinet.
Mrs. Parker: Run while you still can!
Isabel: Umm... Thanks?
Isabel lurked outside Max’s bedroom door, careful not to be seen from inside the room.
Liz: Look, the thing is, Max isn’t like you and me. He -
Isabel: I knew you wouldn’t keep your mouth shut!
Isabel charged into the room and tackled the small girl to the floor. Liz emitted a small yelp before bursting into a fit of giggles. Her laughter quickly faded when she found out for certain that Isabel was, indeed, a hair puller.
Max: Isabel, stop!
It took the combined efforts of the three men to pull Isabel off of Liz. The smaller girl had a deep cut on the edge of her hairline, in the spot that Isabel's ring dug into her face. Isabel had a few strands of hair clenched in her fist, but Liz had ripped a large chunk out of the blonde's head.
Mr. Evans: What’s gotten into you? Go to your room. Now!
Mr. Parker: Let’s go, Lizzie.
Liz: I don’t wanna go. Besides, Max can make it all better...
Mr. Parker: I don’t want to know how you think he can do that.
Liz: Listen, Daddy! He can! He’s got this -
Max: Liz!
She turned to face him and merely shrugged her shoulders at his baffled expression.
Mr. Parker: We’re going to the hospital. You need to get that cut looked at... (mutters) And some other things, too.
The group walked to the front door and saw the Parkers outside. Once the door was closed, Max’s father leveled him with a concerned gaze.
Mr. Evans: What is wrong with that girl?
Max: I... I wish I knew.
*It may be a bit before the next post... Lots of papers, an unexpected trip out of state, and then finals... Blah. I'll let you in on a little secret, though. I know where this installment will end and the next part will begin. It's rockin'... I just need to finish up the twenty or so chapters in between. Umm, wow, that kinda sounds like a gross understatement... 'cause, you know, I'm almost up to the 10th episode of the 2nd season... and that took fifty chapters... Umm, it might just be that there's more than twenty between here and the end... Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? I need to sleep more, I think. Yes.
Also, the humor may remain for a bit, but it's not going to be the happy, wet your pants kind of stuff. Unless you're incontinent or one of those people who like to pee on things... Which is fine, but I'd appreciate it if you would stay...............................................over there>>>
Yeah, I'm so rambling. And I'm aware of the rambling, so now I'm just rambling about rambling. I'm gonna just post this before I start letting things slip about what's going on, like how... Tee hee. Not that out of it!!!
-Jen*
Jeff Parker was not an unreasonable man. Most who knew him would describe him as level-headed and non-confrontational. But within the span of an hour, he’d heard things... horrible things about his innocent baby girl, Liz. Lies. They all had to be lies. There had been “maybes” and “not sures” thrown in, but Jeff had ignored those and focused on the horrible underlying possibilities: Liz... in bed with a boy - with that Max Evans; Liz... possibly making him a grandfather before he turned forty; Liz... asking him to leave the room so she could have sex with her boyfriend.
Max’s eyes widened in shock as he heard Liz’s words. He slowly backed away from her, his arms raised in the air to affirm to all interested parties that he was not touching her. Anger was radiating off of Liz’s father, and Max was at a loss. There didn’t seem to be any way to get out of this situation alive. But he had to try.
Max: I... I can explain...
Mr. Parker: You’ve got two minutes before I kill you.
Liz: Daddy! If you kill him, he won’t be able to make an honest woman out of me.
Mr. Parker: An honest woman? Elizabeth! You’re sixteen years old! You... There... It -
Liz: And if you kill Max, you’ll go to jail, and then I won’t have any positive male influences in my life, and I’ll probably start sleeping around and -
Max: (hisses) Liz! This isn’t making things better!
Mr. Parker: Don’t you talk to her that way! Do you think you can boss her around now, just because you tricked her into having sex with you?
Max settled heavily on the edge of his bed and studied his hands. Jeff Parker sat across from him in the chair that had been placed there earlier. Liz flitted about the room, touching things every once in a while and humming to herself. The rest of the parents hesitantly entered the room.
Max: But, we didn’t -
Liz: (in a sing-song voice) But, we might have!
Mr. Evans: (scratches back of head) Is she usually like this?
Max: Liz, you... I can’t... Mr. Parker, there’s something you’ve got -
Mr. Parker: Quiet! Both of you! I’ll be having a long talk with you at home, young lady, but right now, your little friend has some answering to do.
Liz: But, Daddy!
Mr. Parker: (ignores Liz) So, Max, are you saying that you haven’t had sex with my daughter?
Max: I... I don’t... (sighs) I’m... not... sure. I... Liz says we might have, but I honestly don’t -
Mr. Parker: Are you calling my daughter a liar?
Mrs. Parker: Jeff!
Max: No! Not a liar, sir. Just...
Mr. Parker: Just?
Liz: Yeah, Max. What am I?
Max: Confused...
Mr. Evans: I think that’s the clearest thing I’ve heard all night.
Mr. Parker: Okay. We’re gonna take this one step at a time, try to get to the bottom of this mess, so I can pick the best punishment.... Now, Max, have you ever kissed my daughter?
Max: Yes.
Mr. Parker: Have you ever... Have you ever touched her under her clothes?
Liz: Oh, my God.
Max: I... Yeah.
Mr. Parker: Have you ever seen her without her clothes on?
Liz: Max! You don’t have to answer him!
Mr. Parker: Stay out of this, Liz. Answer me, Max.
Max: (exhales deeply) Yes.
Mr. Parker: And has my Lizzie ever seen you naked?
Liz: Yup. He’s got a really nice -
Max: LIZ!
Liz: I was just gonna say -
Mr. Parker: Stop right there, young lady! Max?
Max: She just said... I... Yes.
Mr. Parker: Have your naked bodies ever... touched?
Max: S-Sir?
Mr. Evans: Answer him, son.
Mrs. Evans: No... don’t...
Mr. Evans: We all need to know!
Mrs. Evans: No. No, we don’t. I...
Mr. Parker: Max?
Max: (sighs) Yes.
Mr. Parker: When?
Max: Oh, God...
Liz: Well, the first time was waaay back in February. You guys remember, the night we stayed out in the desert?
Mrs. Parker: What?! You’ve been having sex all this time? You lied to us! Why isn’t Max sure if you have had sex? I don’t understand.
Liz: Well, technically, we didn’t have sex.
Mrs. Evans: I don’t know if I want to hear any more of this...
Mrs. Parker: (sighs) What does that mean?
Max: Look, it -
Mr. Parker: She wasn’t talking to you!
Mrs. Parker: They’re not going to tell us anything if you keep accusing them!
Mr. Parker: (crosses arms over chest) Oh, they’re gonna tell us, all right.
Liz: If you’d stop interrupting me, I could tell you guys that -
Mr. Parker: I told you to stay out of this.
Mr. Evans: Come on, Jeff. They were both there...
Mr. Parker: Are you saying my little girl is easy?
Mrs. Parker: Oh, Jesus Christ!
Mrs. Evans: I... Oh, my nerves are shot. I... I need a drink.
Mrs. Parker: I think I’ll join you.
The women gladly left their children at the mercy of their fathers. They passed Isabel in the hall on their way to the liquor cabinet.
Mrs. Parker: Run while you still can!
Isabel: Umm... Thanks?
Isabel lurked outside Max’s bedroom door, careful not to be seen from inside the room.
Liz: Look, the thing is, Max isn’t like you and me. He -
Isabel: I knew you wouldn’t keep your mouth shut!
Isabel charged into the room and tackled the small girl to the floor. Liz emitted a small yelp before bursting into a fit of giggles. Her laughter quickly faded when she found out for certain that Isabel was, indeed, a hair puller.
Max: Isabel, stop!
It took the combined efforts of the three men to pull Isabel off of Liz. The smaller girl had a deep cut on the edge of her hairline, in the spot that Isabel's ring dug into her face. Isabel had a few strands of hair clenched in her fist, but Liz had ripped a large chunk out of the blonde's head.
Mr. Evans: What’s gotten into you? Go to your room. Now!
Mr. Parker: Let’s go, Lizzie.
Liz: I don’t wanna go. Besides, Max can make it all better...
Mr. Parker: I don’t want to know how you think he can do that.
Liz: Listen, Daddy! He can! He’s got this -
Max: Liz!
She turned to face him and merely shrugged her shoulders at his baffled expression.
Mr. Parker: We’re going to the hospital. You need to get that cut looked at... (mutters) And some other things, too.
The group walked to the front door and saw the Parkers outside. Once the door was closed, Max’s father leveled him with a concerned gaze.
Mr. Evans: What is wrong with that girl?
Max: I... I wish I knew.
*It may be a bit before the next post... Lots of papers, an unexpected trip out of state, and then finals... Blah. I'll let you in on a little secret, though. I know where this installment will end and the next part will begin. It's rockin'... I just need to finish up the twenty or so chapters in between. Umm, wow, that kinda sounds like a gross understatement... 'cause, you know, I'm almost up to the 10th episode of the 2nd season... and that took fifty chapters... Umm, it might just be that there's more than twenty between here and the end... Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? I need to sleep more, I think. Yes.
Also, the humor may remain for a bit, but it's not going to be the happy, wet your pants kind of stuff. Unless you're incontinent or one of those people who like to pee on things... Which is fine, but I'd appreciate it if you would stay...............................................over there>>>
Yeah, I'm so rambling. And I'm aware of the rambling, so now I'm just rambling about rambling. I'm gonna just post this before I start letting things slip about what's going on, like how... Tee hee. Not that out of it!!!
-Jen*
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
"Storms" by Stevie Nicks