Chapter Seventy Eight
She took a brief moment to appreciate the sight of his exposed chest, silently wondering how he could be insecure about his body when he obviously put so much work into maintaining it. His muscles shifted as his body moved, and Liz was reminded of what she wanted to do. Her fingers hesitated just over his heart, excited about the possibilities and worried about the consequences. She forgot everything as he leaned his forehead against hers and gently pressed her fingertips to his chest. Her fingers left a wake of goose pimpled flesh, but no light followed. She looked down, unsure of what this could mean.
Liz: I can’t do it to you.
Max: I’m glowing everywhere... my toes, my heart... You can’t see it... It’s on the inside.
Disappointed, she flattened her hand over his heart. She felt a strong vibration against her palm and returned her startled gaze to his chest. A soft blue light escaped from the small space between his skin and hers. She pulled her hand back and gasped at the sight before her. Emanating from the skin over his heart was a symbol - a symbol that seemed very familiar.
On Michael’s couch, both Max and Liz wore confused expressions. Liz readjusted herself and planted her face firmly in Max’s lap. His hands surrounded her, one gently cupping the back of her head while the other stroked up and down the length of her arm.
The mark slowly faded, leaving behind no indication that it had ever really been there. Max hugged her to him as he tried to gather some control. Liz pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
Liz: No, Max. We can’t do this.
Max: I know.
Her actions betrayed her words as she nibbled her way up his neck to whisper in his ear. His hands worked their way beneath the back of her shirt, running up and down her warm skin.
Liz: You know... Could I, uh... Could I get sick?
Max: I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who I am.
He pressed small kisses against her cheek, down to her jaw, lightly sucking on her chin as she struggled to carry on their conversation.
Liz: You know, the, uh... the mark went away because... because you touched it. Maybe... Maybe it came because we were away... for too long... That sounds really crazy, but... I... That would be a complete disaster.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrusting her chest up against his as his hands moved from her back to her sides.
Max: I can’t ask you to do anything... that might hurt you in any way.
Liz: I know.
Max: And I have no idea what that is... Or what’s right... or wrong.
His hands slid up and down her sides, barely moving at first, but the excitement of the moment soon prompted further action. His fingers trailed against her sides, higher and higher, until his thumbs finally brushed the undersides of her breasts. She moaned and arched her back even more at the contact.
Liz: I know. I mean... Y-You know things... about me that you, umm... that you shouldn’t know... And my mother... my mother, who I love, is just gonna kill me... if I don’t die from this.
Max: You’re right.
Liz: But I can’t stop.
Her arms tightened around his neck as his lips lowered to hers. They kissed hungrily, as if the need to fuse their mouths together superseded all else. His tongue thrust deeply into her opened mouth, unknowingly following the rhythm that his hands had created on her breasts. With every plunge past her lips, his hands squeezed her supple flesh.
He tore his lips away from hers, gasping for breath as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She arched her chest further into his hands before taking a shaky step back to accommodate their awkward position. One of his hands traveled down to her lower back, pulling her up against his body as he moved them forward. She clung tightly to him as he lowered her onto the couch. He pulled his hands free and smiled softly at her distressed cries. She opened her eyes and scowled at his happy expression.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: (smirks) Can you take your shirt off?
Liz: Jerk.
Despite being upset at the loss of his hands on her body, Liz was excited by the desire she could feel oozing off of him. She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back over her shoulders before lazily bringing her hands to her topmost button. His shallow breaths echoed in her ears as she slid one button after another through the holes. She sped up her actions as she watched him, his hand unthinkingly caressing his cock through the front of his jeans as he watched her squeezing her newly-exposed breasts.
The shirt was flung haphazardly to the side as he approached her seated form. He stepped forward, coming to kneel between her parted legs. His hands rested on her knees as he kissed her deeply. As they continued to kiss, he slowly pushed his hands up the length of her thighs before making the jump to her shoulders. He pushed the straps of her bra down her arms as he kissed his way down her throat. His arms reached behind her body as his face reached the valley between her breasts. He fumbled for a moment before finally unsnapping the clasp.
She shivered as he pulled the bra from her body. He tossed it over his head with one hand while the other closed over a bare breast. Her head threw back as his lips made contact with her nipple. She moaned as he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth and flicked at the tip with his tongue. He gently squeezed the nipple of her other breast as his lips worked the one in front of him. He ran his free hand up and down her naked back, dipping lower and lower until he was squeezing her ass through her jeans.
She squirmed around until she was laying on her back on the couch, forcibly removing his mouth from her breast in order to get him to follow. He hovered over her, wrapping an arm beneath her as he settled in, straddling one of her thighs. He trailed a hand down from her breast until he cupped her over the thick denim. Finding this unsatisfactory, she led him to the button of her jeans. He looked up at her and, seeing her nod, quickly undid the button and the zipper. He took her lips as he parted the material, his hand lingering over the soft skin of her abdomen. His light touch was maddening to her, and she thrust her hips up against him to urge him on.
He slid his hand beneath the elastic of her panties, combing through the curly hair until he found the slick wetness he’d only recently gotten the privilege to encounter. The strength of his moan rivaled hers as he slipped his middle finger further down. He wiggled his finger in an erratic circular motion, hampered by the confines of her jeans. He plunged his digit into her pussy before quickly pulling his hand from her pants. She whimpered as he pushed himself up off of her. He pulled off her shoes and socks before tugging on the legs of her pants. Her eyes darted to his face, confused by his course of action.
Liz: What are you doing?
Max: I want to taste you, Liz.
*Feeling better-ish... just in time to cram for finals and take a shitload of missed exams. Hope you enjoy.
-Jen*
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Chapter Seventy Nine
She sat up and blushed at his bold statement, fixing her gaze on her twisting fingers as she bit her lip. He pulled her pants off and looked up at her. He cast her jeans off to the side and kneeled next to her. He stilled her hands and leaned in until they were once again face to face.
Max: What’s wrong?
Liz: Nothing.
Max: Liz...
Her lip slipped between her teeth once again, and her eyes were focused on her bare thighs, where their joined hands rested. He brought one of her hands up to his mouth, kissing it lightly before letting it go. He cupped her chin and brought her face up to look into his.
Max: Liz?
Liz: I just... I’m scared, Max. I mean... I want this. God, do I want this, but...
Max: But what?
Liz: I don’t know what to do.
Max: We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.
His hands, which had been resting idly on the tops of her thighs, slowly began to move, running from her knees to her hips of her outer legs.
Liz: Yeah... mmm... that... That’s not what I meant.
Max: Tell me.
His hands returned to her knees and, this time, instead of continuing up her outer leg, his fingers lightly trailed over the skin of her inner thighs. Both watched as bright trails of light lingered where he touched her, disappearing as his fingers rested just below her panties.
Liz: I just... I’ve never done this... uhh... All of this is new to me -
Max: It’s new to me, too.
One hand crept up to surround her breast while the other remained on her leg. His fingers slid beneath the thin material, gently caressing the skin of her inner hip as his forefinger encountered the periphery of her pubic hair. His thumb remained outside the material, pressing up against her barely-concealed pussy lips.
Liz: I know. I know, I just... mmm... What if I don’t do it right?
Max: I think... maybe if we just, you know... stop thinking so much... maybe... it’ll just come naturally.
He leaned forward, nuzzling his face between her breasts as he slipped a thumb beneath the crotch of her panties. He slid the digit up and down as his mouth closed over a nipple.
Liz: But... ohh... what if it doesn’t?
He plunged his thumb inside of her and pulled her nipple further into his mouth. He let it slip from between his lips as he moved his lower hand around until he was able to push his thumb further into her pussy. She gasped at the feeling and he pressed into her even further. Her eyes flew to his and one side of his face lifted into a cocky smile.
Max: Then we’ll learn together. Okay?
She breathed in deeply a few times, trying desperately to recall what they had been talking about. She couldn’t quite remember, but as he squeezed her breast and moved his thumb inside of her, Liz decided that it didn’t really matter, anyway.
Max: Okay?
Liz: Okay.
He removed his hands from her body, and she let out a cry of dismay. He hushed her and went about pulling her underwear down off of her legs. He shoved them in between the couch cushions and pressed his palms against her inner thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Leaning forward, he realized that she needed to be closer to the edge of the couch, so he pulled her forward a few inches. She squealed at his abrupt movement, but quieted quickly as his tongue made contact with her inner knee.
He slowly ran his tongue from her knee to the juncture of her thigh, planting a gentle kiss against her before descending upon her other knee. He licked his way up this leg, too, taking his time despite Liz’s insistent tugging on his hair. He traced his way around her outer labia, licking and sucking the skin surrounding her pubic hair.
Not entirely certain of what he was doing, Max then ran his flattened tongue over the crease in her pussy lips. Thinking about what he had seen in a few porn videos, and what he had done earlier in the day with his fingers, he gently pulled her lips apart. He leaned in again and ran his tongue over the newly-exposed skin. Liz moaned as his tongue stimulated her clitoris, so Max continued to flick at the small nub.
Her hips started to move around, making it a little difficult for him to pleasure her, so he placed a hand on top of her lower stomach, pressing her down into the couch. She still moved a bit, but Max was able to manage by pressing down a little harder. The meat of his palm pressed down against the area atop her pubic bone, which Liz really seemed to enjoy.
He placed his mouth over her clitoris, lightly sucking at it while he slid a finger into her wet pussy. As her moaning increased, so did Max’s efforts to bring her to orgasm. He pressed his hand down and in as he sucked harder at her clitoris. Another long finger slid inside her body while Max’s tongue flicked against the hardened nub.
Her legs started to close, pulling Max’s head in against her pussy. With one hand, she held his head against her body while the other pulled frantically at her nipples. Her cries increased in volume, until finally she inhaled sharply as her hips thrust up into the air. Her mouth opened as she soundlessly screamed her pleasure.
When her lower body collapsed back onto the couch, Max gently pulled his fingers out of her body. He parted her thighs enough to slip his head from between them and then gathered her up into his arms. He lay down beside her on the couch and held her to his chest while she recovered. She traced the contours of his chest while she worked at regaining her breath, idly wondering if he would one day grow hair and cover up the beauty she was now caressing. She frowned at the thought. Max, who had been studying her, noticed her unhappiness.
Max: Is... uh... Is something wrong?
Liz: Huh?
Max: Did I... umm... Did I hurt you or -
Liz: What? No! No, Max... that was... Wow.
Max: Oh. O-Okay. I just... You were frowning, and I...
Liz: I was hoping you’d never get a chest full of hair.
Max: Umm... Okay?
Her fingers wandered down his chest to trace through the light sprinkling of hair visible above his pants.
Liz: I mean, I like this trail of hair you’ve got going on, but, uh...
Max: But?
Liz: I like to see all of your muscles.
She slid her hand beneath his jeans and reached around until she found his cock. She held it in her hand, just enjoying the feel of his swollen erection.
Max: Then I guess I should continue to, uh, remove my chest hair, huh?
Liz: You do that?
She looked up at him then, not completely aware that her hand had started to stroke his length.
Max: Yeah. I, uh... I mean, not a whole lot grows, but... umm...
Liz: Good.
Max’s hips started to thrust against her slow-moving hand, alerting Liz to her actions. She arched an eyebrow at him, and Max blushed at his body’s reaction.
Max: I... I’m sorry.
Liz: There’s nothing to be sorry about.
She backed away from him a bit and pulled her hand free of his jeans. He expected her to get up and put her clothes back on, but Max was pleasantly surprised when she instead unzipped his pants. She undid the button, as well, and then began to tug his pants down. He kicked off his shoes and then pushed her hands off to the side. He stood up and shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off to the side before pulling off his socks. He turned around to face Liz, who was sitting back in a corner of the couch. He stood in front of her in a tight pair of boxer briefs and Liz scooted closer to him.
She ran her hand over his cock for just a moment before her hands traveled to his sides. In one quick motion, she grabbed his waistband and pulled his boxers down to his knees.
*I'm so sorry that it's been so long between posts. For some reason, I thought I had posted just a few weeks ago, but I guess I only imagined doing that. I hope that this makes up for it.
-Jen*
She sat up and blushed at his bold statement, fixing her gaze on her twisting fingers as she bit her lip. He pulled her pants off and looked up at her. He cast her jeans off to the side and kneeled next to her. He stilled her hands and leaned in until they were once again face to face.
Max: What’s wrong?
Liz: Nothing.
Max: Liz...
Her lip slipped between her teeth once again, and her eyes were focused on her bare thighs, where their joined hands rested. He brought one of her hands up to his mouth, kissing it lightly before letting it go. He cupped her chin and brought her face up to look into his.
Max: Liz?
Liz: I just... I’m scared, Max. I mean... I want this. God, do I want this, but...
Max: But what?
Liz: I don’t know what to do.
Max: We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.
His hands, which had been resting idly on the tops of her thighs, slowly began to move, running from her knees to her hips of her outer legs.
Liz: Yeah... mmm... that... That’s not what I meant.
Max: Tell me.
His hands returned to her knees and, this time, instead of continuing up her outer leg, his fingers lightly trailed over the skin of her inner thighs. Both watched as bright trails of light lingered where he touched her, disappearing as his fingers rested just below her panties.
Liz: I just... I’ve never done this... uhh... All of this is new to me -
Max: It’s new to me, too.
One hand crept up to surround her breast while the other remained on her leg. His fingers slid beneath the thin material, gently caressing the skin of her inner hip as his forefinger encountered the periphery of her pubic hair. His thumb remained outside the material, pressing up against her barely-concealed pussy lips.
Liz: I know. I know, I just... mmm... What if I don’t do it right?
Max: I think... maybe if we just, you know... stop thinking so much... maybe... it’ll just come naturally.
He leaned forward, nuzzling his face between her breasts as he slipped a thumb beneath the crotch of her panties. He slid the digit up and down as his mouth closed over a nipple.
Liz: But... ohh... what if it doesn’t?
He plunged his thumb inside of her and pulled her nipple further into his mouth. He let it slip from between his lips as he moved his lower hand around until he was able to push his thumb further into her pussy. She gasped at the feeling and he pressed into her even further. Her eyes flew to his and one side of his face lifted into a cocky smile.
Max: Then we’ll learn together. Okay?
She breathed in deeply a few times, trying desperately to recall what they had been talking about. She couldn’t quite remember, but as he squeezed her breast and moved his thumb inside of her, Liz decided that it didn’t really matter, anyway.
Max: Okay?
Liz: Okay.
He removed his hands from her body, and she let out a cry of dismay. He hushed her and went about pulling her underwear down off of her legs. He shoved them in between the couch cushions and pressed his palms against her inner thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Leaning forward, he realized that she needed to be closer to the edge of the couch, so he pulled her forward a few inches. She squealed at his abrupt movement, but quieted quickly as his tongue made contact with her inner knee.
He slowly ran his tongue from her knee to the juncture of her thigh, planting a gentle kiss against her before descending upon her other knee. He licked his way up this leg, too, taking his time despite Liz’s insistent tugging on his hair. He traced his way around her outer labia, licking and sucking the skin surrounding her pubic hair.
Not entirely certain of what he was doing, Max then ran his flattened tongue over the crease in her pussy lips. Thinking about what he had seen in a few porn videos, and what he had done earlier in the day with his fingers, he gently pulled her lips apart. He leaned in again and ran his tongue over the newly-exposed skin. Liz moaned as his tongue stimulated her clitoris, so Max continued to flick at the small nub.
Her hips started to move around, making it a little difficult for him to pleasure her, so he placed a hand on top of her lower stomach, pressing her down into the couch. She still moved a bit, but Max was able to manage by pressing down a little harder. The meat of his palm pressed down against the area atop her pubic bone, which Liz really seemed to enjoy.
He placed his mouth over her clitoris, lightly sucking at it while he slid a finger into her wet pussy. As her moaning increased, so did Max’s efforts to bring her to orgasm. He pressed his hand down and in as he sucked harder at her clitoris. Another long finger slid inside her body while Max’s tongue flicked against the hardened nub.
Her legs started to close, pulling Max’s head in against her pussy. With one hand, she held his head against her body while the other pulled frantically at her nipples. Her cries increased in volume, until finally she inhaled sharply as her hips thrust up into the air. Her mouth opened as she soundlessly screamed her pleasure.
When her lower body collapsed back onto the couch, Max gently pulled his fingers out of her body. He parted her thighs enough to slip his head from between them and then gathered her up into his arms. He lay down beside her on the couch and held her to his chest while she recovered. She traced the contours of his chest while she worked at regaining her breath, idly wondering if he would one day grow hair and cover up the beauty she was now caressing. She frowned at the thought. Max, who had been studying her, noticed her unhappiness.
Max: Is... uh... Is something wrong?
Liz: Huh?
Max: Did I... umm... Did I hurt you or -
Liz: What? No! No, Max... that was... Wow.
Max: Oh. O-Okay. I just... You were frowning, and I...
Liz: I was hoping you’d never get a chest full of hair.
Max: Umm... Okay?
Her fingers wandered down his chest to trace through the light sprinkling of hair visible above his pants.
Liz: I mean, I like this trail of hair you’ve got going on, but, uh...
Max: But?
Liz: I like to see all of your muscles.
She slid her hand beneath his jeans and reached around until she found his cock. She held it in her hand, just enjoying the feel of his swollen erection.
Max: Then I guess I should continue to, uh, remove my chest hair, huh?
Liz: You do that?
She looked up at him then, not completely aware that her hand had started to stroke his length.
Max: Yeah. I, uh... I mean, not a whole lot grows, but... umm...
Liz: Good.
Max’s hips started to thrust against her slow-moving hand, alerting Liz to her actions. She arched an eyebrow at him, and Max blushed at his body’s reaction.
Max: I... I’m sorry.
Liz: There’s nothing to be sorry about.
She backed away from him a bit and pulled her hand free of his jeans. He expected her to get up and put her clothes back on, but Max was pleasantly surprised when she instead unzipped his pants. She undid the button, as well, and then began to tug his pants down. He kicked off his shoes and then pushed her hands off to the side. He stood up and shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off to the side before pulling off his socks. He turned around to face Liz, who was sitting back in a corner of the couch. He stood in front of her in a tight pair of boxer briefs and Liz scooted closer to him.
She ran her hand over his cock for just a moment before her hands traveled to his sides. In one quick motion, she grabbed his waistband and pulled his boxers down to his knees.
*I'm so sorry that it's been so long between posts. For some reason, I thought I had posted just a few weeks ago, but I guess I only imagined doing that. I hope that this makes up for 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
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Chapter Eighty
Liz blinked at the sight before her. She’d seen diagrams and whatnot of flaccid models of the human penis, but she had never seen a depiction of its erect state. It wobbled back and forth in the wake of her abrupt removal of his shorts. Her head tilted to the side as she studied the details and subtle contours of her newest discovery. She ran a pointed finger down its length, and it was only because of Max’s sharp inhalation at her touch that Liz remembered that his erection was not a unique entity. No, it was part of a whole.
A quick glance at Max’s face revealed that he was not watching her. In fact, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, similar to the fists clenched at his sides. Liz wondered what she should do. It had all come so naturally earlier in the dark of the Eraser Room, her hand buried beneath the confines of his jeans while his roamed beneath her own pants. In the tight space between material and skin, it hadn’t been her hand doing the work, but instead Max’s hips as he thrust his cock in and out of her small hand. She had been just as bad, ardently humping his fingers as they brushed over her slick pussy.
She shook her head to clear her mind. Maybe she was thinking too much. Inhaling deeply, she decided to just go for it. She grabbed him firmly in her hand, ignoring Max’s muttered curse, and pulled him toward her. Mouth opened wide, Liz closed her lips over the head of his protruding cock. She let it sit there for a moment, contemplating her options, before she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be thinking. Her tongue flicked out, as it would if she were thinking with an empty mouth; and, rather than lick her pouty lips, her tongue caressed the silky head of his cock.
The salty taste was a little unexpected, but not entirely unpleasant. Max gently placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair as she licked at it again and again. He started to move against her, not enough to disturb her, but enough to make her realize that he needed more from her. She tightened her hand around the base of his cock as she moved her head back and forth over the head. Her name slipped from between his lips along with a few swears and other unintelligible sounds, and it only encouraged her to work harder to accomplish her goal. She thought she felt him get a bit harder, but it was difficult to tell with all of the movement going on, and her lips were getting a bit numb. He started to pull out of her mouth, but she mistook his intentions and followed his movements. Her lips tightened around the head of his cock and, after another few licks at the slit in his cockhead, she started to suck.
He gasped, and that was her only warning before a thick, salty fluid exploded into her mouth, landing on the back of her tongue. She jerked in response, not having really expected that, and his cock popped out of her mouth, spurting his warm cum onto her lips. He let out a harsh cry and begged her please as he pressed his cock against her mouth. She opened her lips to him again, and he pushed into her mouth once again. His hold on her hair tightened as the last few jets of cum were released.
He leaned over her for a moment, his eyes shut tightly as he panted for breath. Liz moved back a bit, and his cock and a dribble of cum slid from her mouth. Max collapsed onto his knees, his hand dropping from her head as he buried his head in her lap. She brushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead as his breathing slowed down. He kissed the top of the leg that lay beneath his mouth and pushed himself into an upright position.
Liz: You gonna make it?
Max: (smiles) I wasn’t sure for a minute there.
Liz: Now you know how I felt.
Max: Yeah, I... uh... Liz?
Liz: Hmm?
Max: You’ve, uh... (gestures) on your face...
Liz: What?
Max: There’s some... your cheek... and chin...
Liz: Huh? What are you - Oh.
Both looked away as she wiped her hand across her face, but she was finding it a difficult substance to remove.
Liz: Uh, Max?
Max: Yeah?
Liz: Could you, uh... do some magic here? It’s kind of sticky.
Max: You should see it after you’ve slept in it.
Liz: What?
Max: Did I say that out loud?
Liz: (giggles) Yup.
Max: Hmm...
He tenderly ran his hand over her lower face and neck, removing all traces of his fluids.
Liz: Thanks.
Max leaned in and kissed her gently upon her lips. He rested his forehead against hers and breathed deeply as he watched her watching him. A smile played upon his lips as he spoke.
Max: I think my thanks are in order, as well. That was... I mean, I’d imagined, but...
Liz: You thought about me like that?
Max: (blushes) Umm... Well, yeah.
Liz: (whispers) Me, too.
Max: (clears throat) So...
Liz: How about we lie down and watch some TV?
Max: Yeah... That, uh... Sure.
She rolled onto her side, hugging the edge of the couch as Max crawled over her to lay behind her. He pulled a blanket down from the back of the couch to cover their cooling bodies. He pulled her into his body, resting his nose against the back of her neck as she rested her head on his extended arm.
Liz: Max?
Max: Uh huh?
Liz: Where’s the remote?
He raised the hand that was resting on her hip and aimed it at the console. The television blinked on, and Liz turned to look up at him over her shoulder.
Liz: You’re pretty handy to have around.
Max: (shrugs) I try.
She kissed him and turned to face the TV once again. He placed small kisses on her neck and shoulder while she settled in against him. Her eyes widened as she took in the action on the screen.
Liz: Uh, Max?
Max: Mmm... Yeah?
Liz: There’s, uh...
His tongue traced from her shoulder up the curve of her neck to the outer shell of her ear. He sucked her lobe into his mouth, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the space behind it. Her body shivered in response, and he grinned as he pulled harder on her ear.
Liz: Max! Stop. Mmm... The... uh... TV...
As he lifted his head, Max was surprised to hear the loud cries of passion and the wet smacking of skin. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and redirected his attention to the television. There on the screen were a couple engaged in the throes of passion on top of a pool table. His eyes widened in surprised disbelief as his face flushed with embarrassment.
He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at Liz, trying to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was opened slightly, and her face bore a confused expression of disgust and interest.
Max: I... I’m sorry... I, uh...
Liz: Is that what... I mean, umm... Do you think... Is that what we’d look like?
Max: (chokes) Liz?!
Liz: I’ve just... I mean, I’ve never... How does she get her legs like that?
Max: I don’t... I-I don’t know. I mean, that’s, uh... That’s not how... how I’ve pictured us.
She rolled to face him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she threw her leg up over his thigh. His semi-erect penis jumped to attention at the contact, nestling between their rapidly-heating bodies. Their eyes met in surprise, but neither made any indication of moving.
Liz: Max?
Max: (swallows) Y-Yeah?
Liz: Turn off the TV.
Max: O... Okay.
His hand waved at the television, and the sounds disappeared. Liz wiggled herself closer to his hard body, rocking her hips slightly against his cock. He grabbed onto her upper thigh and pulled her into his body, thrusting his hips in sync with hers.
Their lips met in a heated kiss as their bodies prepared to further their relationship. Max lifted her up until he could safely roll her beneath his body. He pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist, holding her in place while he thrust his cock against her slick folds. Their tongues lashed as he gripped a breast in his hand. She buried her face in his neck as she felt another vision coming to her.
He continued his downward thrusts, on the verge of orgasm himself. Liz cried out as she came, flashes overwhelming her mind as her body soared. Max frantically pushed himself against her, knowing that he ought to stop, but he couldn’t resist the pleasure that was already making itself known low in his balls. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, hoping to quiet the shout he knew would accompany his orgasm. With a few harsh grunts, he, too, came, his cum soaking into the cushion of the couch as he sucked her breast further into his mouth. He rested his head on her chest for a moment before looking up at her.
Liz: Max...
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Maria’s surprised voice shattered their euphoria.
Maria: Oh my God!!
*Thanks for the feedback. I'm sorry about the delays, but I've been working six days a week... I thought I went to college so I didn't have to work this kind of schedule?!? Anyhow, the project I'm on is wrapping up, so I ought to be back to some kind of less-stressful schedule soon.
-Jen*
Liz blinked at the sight before her. She’d seen diagrams and whatnot of flaccid models of the human penis, but she had never seen a depiction of its erect state. It wobbled back and forth in the wake of her abrupt removal of his shorts. Her head tilted to the side as she studied the details and subtle contours of her newest discovery. She ran a pointed finger down its length, and it was only because of Max’s sharp inhalation at her touch that Liz remembered that his erection was not a unique entity. No, it was part of a whole.
A quick glance at Max’s face revealed that he was not watching her. In fact, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, similar to the fists clenched at his sides. Liz wondered what she should do. It had all come so naturally earlier in the dark of the Eraser Room, her hand buried beneath the confines of his jeans while his roamed beneath her own pants. In the tight space between material and skin, it hadn’t been her hand doing the work, but instead Max’s hips as he thrust his cock in and out of her small hand. She had been just as bad, ardently humping his fingers as they brushed over her slick pussy.
She shook her head to clear her mind. Maybe she was thinking too much. Inhaling deeply, she decided to just go for it. She grabbed him firmly in her hand, ignoring Max’s muttered curse, and pulled him toward her. Mouth opened wide, Liz closed her lips over the head of his protruding cock. She let it sit there for a moment, contemplating her options, before she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be thinking. Her tongue flicked out, as it would if she were thinking with an empty mouth; and, rather than lick her pouty lips, her tongue caressed the silky head of his cock.
The salty taste was a little unexpected, but not entirely unpleasant. Max gently placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair as she licked at it again and again. He started to move against her, not enough to disturb her, but enough to make her realize that he needed more from her. She tightened her hand around the base of his cock as she moved her head back and forth over the head. Her name slipped from between his lips along with a few swears and other unintelligible sounds, and it only encouraged her to work harder to accomplish her goal. She thought she felt him get a bit harder, but it was difficult to tell with all of the movement going on, and her lips were getting a bit numb. He started to pull out of her mouth, but she mistook his intentions and followed his movements. Her lips tightened around the head of his cock and, after another few licks at the slit in his cockhead, she started to suck.
He gasped, and that was her only warning before a thick, salty fluid exploded into her mouth, landing on the back of her tongue. She jerked in response, not having really expected that, and his cock popped out of her mouth, spurting his warm cum onto her lips. He let out a harsh cry and begged her please as he pressed his cock against her mouth. She opened her lips to him again, and he pushed into her mouth once again. His hold on her hair tightened as the last few jets of cum were released.
He leaned over her for a moment, his eyes shut tightly as he panted for breath. Liz moved back a bit, and his cock and a dribble of cum slid from her mouth. Max collapsed onto his knees, his hand dropping from her head as he buried his head in her lap. She brushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead as his breathing slowed down. He kissed the top of the leg that lay beneath his mouth and pushed himself into an upright position.
Liz: You gonna make it?
Max: (smiles) I wasn’t sure for a minute there.
Liz: Now you know how I felt.
Max: Yeah, I... uh... Liz?
Liz: Hmm?
Max: You’ve, uh... (gestures) on your face...
Liz: What?
Max: There’s some... your cheek... and chin...
Liz: Huh? What are you - Oh.
Both looked away as she wiped her hand across her face, but she was finding it a difficult substance to remove.
Liz: Uh, Max?
Max: Yeah?
Liz: Could you, uh... do some magic here? It’s kind of sticky.
Max: You should see it after you’ve slept in it.
Liz: What?
Max: Did I say that out loud?
Liz: (giggles) Yup.
Max: Hmm...
He tenderly ran his hand over her lower face and neck, removing all traces of his fluids.
Liz: Thanks.
Max leaned in and kissed her gently upon her lips. He rested his forehead against hers and breathed deeply as he watched her watching him. A smile played upon his lips as he spoke.
Max: I think my thanks are in order, as well. That was... I mean, I’d imagined, but...
Liz: You thought about me like that?
Max: (blushes) Umm... Well, yeah.
Liz: (whispers) Me, too.
Max: (clears throat) So...
Liz: How about we lie down and watch some TV?
Max: Yeah... That, uh... Sure.
She rolled onto her side, hugging the edge of the couch as Max crawled over her to lay behind her. He pulled a blanket down from the back of the couch to cover their cooling bodies. He pulled her into his body, resting his nose against the back of her neck as she rested her head on his extended arm.
Liz: Max?
Max: Uh huh?
Liz: Where’s the remote?
He raised the hand that was resting on her hip and aimed it at the console. The television blinked on, and Liz turned to look up at him over her shoulder.
Liz: You’re pretty handy to have around.
Max: (shrugs) I try.
She kissed him and turned to face the TV once again. He placed small kisses on her neck and shoulder while she settled in against him. Her eyes widened as she took in the action on the screen.
Liz: Uh, Max?
Max: Mmm... Yeah?
Liz: There’s, uh...
His tongue traced from her shoulder up the curve of her neck to the outer shell of her ear. He sucked her lobe into his mouth, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the space behind it. Her body shivered in response, and he grinned as he pulled harder on her ear.
Liz: Max! Stop. Mmm... The... uh... TV...
As he lifted his head, Max was surprised to hear the loud cries of passion and the wet smacking of skin. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and redirected his attention to the television. There on the screen were a couple engaged in the throes of passion on top of a pool table. His eyes widened in surprised disbelief as his face flushed with embarrassment.
He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at Liz, trying to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was opened slightly, and her face bore a confused expression of disgust and interest.
Max: I... I’m sorry... I, uh...
Liz: Is that what... I mean, umm... Do you think... Is that what we’d look like?
Max: (chokes) Liz?!
Liz: I’ve just... I mean, I’ve never... How does she get her legs like that?
Max: I don’t... I-I don’t know. I mean, that’s, uh... That’s not how... how I’ve pictured us.
She rolled to face him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she threw her leg up over his thigh. His semi-erect penis jumped to attention at the contact, nestling between their rapidly-heating bodies. Their eyes met in surprise, but neither made any indication of moving.
Liz: Max?
Max: (swallows) Y-Yeah?
Liz: Turn off the TV.
Max: O... Okay.
His hand waved at the television, and the sounds disappeared. Liz wiggled herself closer to his hard body, rocking her hips slightly against his cock. He grabbed onto her upper thigh and pulled her into his body, thrusting his hips in sync with hers.
Their lips met in a heated kiss as their bodies prepared to further their relationship. Max lifted her up until he could safely roll her beneath his body. He pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist, holding her in place while he thrust his cock against her slick folds. Their tongues lashed as he gripped a breast in his hand. She buried her face in his neck as she felt another vision coming to her.
He continued his downward thrusts, on the verge of orgasm himself. Liz cried out as she came, flashes overwhelming her mind as her body soared. Max frantically pushed himself against her, knowing that he ought to stop, but he couldn’t resist the pleasure that was already making itself known low in his balls. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, hoping to quiet the shout he knew would accompany his orgasm. With a few harsh grunts, he, too, came, his cum soaking into the cushion of the couch as he sucked her breast further into his mouth. He rested his head on her chest for a moment before looking up at her.
Liz: Max...
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Maria’s surprised voice shattered their euphoria.
Maria: Oh my God!!
*Thanks for the feedback. I'm sorry about the delays, but I've been working six days a week... I thought I went to college so I didn't have to work this kind of schedule?!? Anyhow, the project I'm on is wrapping up, so I ought to be back to some kind of less-stressful schedule soon.
-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
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:30 pm
- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Eighty One
Maria: So... Old habits die hard, I see. I mean, I came here looking for Michael, ‘cause he never showed up at school, so I figured he’d be here, but, of course, he’s not. And, once again, other people, namely the two of you, are getting way more action in this apartment than I ever have. Not that it’s your fault that my relationship with Spaceboy hasn’t progressed, but I think it’s pretty unfair that I’ve seen waaaaaaaaaay more of Max’s body than Michael’s. And, furthermore, I’d like to -
Liz: Maria! Get out!
Maria: Okay, okay. I’m just sayin’... I’ll be back in five minutes, kiddos.
Maria sauntered out the door with a pleased grin on her face as Max and Liz scrambled to find their missing clothes. After the door closed, Liz gave up her search and walked over to look out the window.
Liz: How did this happen?
Max: I... I’m sorry, Liz, but... I don’t know. I mean, we were -
Liz: Watching a movie. Right, but then...
Max: I don’t remember.
He hurried to put his clothes back on, wondering why Liz was pacing around the apartment naked, but not entirely ready to ask her to cover herself up. Instead, he gathered her clothes together and arranged them in a neat pile on the arm of the couch.
Liz: (sighs) Me, either, and I’m sure that, even if you did remember what just happened right now, you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow, anyway. And, you know, maybe Maria would, but maybe she wouldn’t, but, uh...
Max: Liz?
Liz: It’s just... I mean, before... I was remembering things, and... no one else was, but at least I knew what had happened when I woke up naked or with you inside me or whatever else, but this is getting scary, Max. What if this isn’t all that I’m not remembering? What if I start walking around town naked? Or talking about Czech stuff in the middle of the supermarket? What if -
Max: Liz! You... Can you at least put your clothes back on? Maria’s gonna be back here any second.
He pointed to her pile and she blushed as she realized her state of undress. Max turned around to allow her some privacy, only turning around when she resumed speaking.
Liz: Aren’t you worried, Max?
Max: Yeah, but... I mean, I’m more concerned about you than about what just happened here today.
Liz: But don’t you think that what happened today might just be a part of what you think might be wrong with me? I don’t think that this is an isolated event. In fact, I’m positive of that.
He sat down heavily on the couch, not feeling up to this conversation or any other, really. He started to answer her question when he realized that there was a more important issue that they’d avoided for a few weeks.
Max: I... Liz, we never really talked about what went on with you and your doctor.
Liz: Oh, umm, well, he thinks I’m crazy, so I have to take these pills.
Max: He called you crazy? That’s... Are... Are they working? At all?
Liz: Listen, I think we’ve got bigger -
The door flew open again, revealing a somewhat disappointed Maria.
Maria: Damn! I thought for sure I’d get to see some more action...
Liz: Maria!
Maria: What? You’ll never know the thrill of being a voyeur because no one else around you is getting any, okay? (pauses) So, let’s say for a minute that I’m going to ignore whatever it was that you two were doing in here, okay? Because I need to know where Michael is more than I need to know about your sex life. And Liz, Alex wants to meet at your place tonight to look at his slides, so can you make it or do we need to reschedule?
Max: Maria, that’s not what was going on in here.
Maria: Bullshit, Max! You two were writhing around like two -
Liz: Wait, wait. Slides? What could Alex possibly have to show us on slides?
Maria and Max exchanged nervous glances before returning their attention to Liz.
Liz: Guys?
Max: Liz, you’ve got to stop this, okay?
Liz: Stop what?
Max: This whole thing with Alex.
Maria: What he’s trying to say is that Alex just got back from Sweden last night. Remember? This morning? In the hallway at school? You were talking Swedish?
Liz: Maria, that’s ridiculous. I don’t know any Swedish, and Alex has never been to Sweden. Tell her, Max.
She turned to him, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Maria’s attention was focused on the floor, as well. Liz stepped over to Max and looked up into his face.
Liz: Max?
He grabbed her gently by her shoulders and looked into her upturned face.
Max: Liz... Alex hasn’t been here for the last month. He went on exchange to Sweden.
Liz: (frowns) Over Christmas? And only for a month? That doesn’t make any sense!
She shook out of Max’s grasp and began pacing.
Liz: Besides, I think I would have noticed if Alex hadn’t been in Roswell for the past month.
Maria: Lizzie, sweetie, why don’t we head back to the Crash now, hmm? Grab some ice cream and check out some soaps upstairs? Just... you know, the two of us, relaxing before you have to work your shift.
Liz: I don’t know, Maria. I really want to work out what’s going on here.
Max: I do, too, Liz, but I think it might be a good idea for you to forget about this stuff for a while... and, uh... maybe the answers will come to you then.
Liz: But, Max -
Max: I need to get out of here, anyway, and check out the situation with Valenti. We’ll talk about this later, okay? Umm, do you two need a ride?
Maria: Nah. I’ve got the Jetta.
Max: Okay, well... I’ll see you later.
Maria: Okay, chica. Let’s go.
He held the door open for them and walked the girls down to Maria’s car before climbing into the Jeep and taking off.
Later...
Maria and Liz sat in front of the television on the Parker’s living room couch, eating ice cream as Maria attempted to fill Liz in on the long history of General Hospital. As a lovely woman with long, blonde hair appeared on the screen, Liz’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Liz: She looks familiar...
Maria: Oh, her? That’s Laura Spencer. Oh, God, girl, does she have a history on her. Hmm... Where do I start? Okay, well, see, her mom thought she was dead, only she wasn’t, and then she was magically ten years older, but, see -
As Maria rambled on, she didn’t notice that Liz’s confusion had turned into immense pain. Just as she felt she was about to understand what was happening, Liz blacked out. When she awoke, it was dark, and she was laying in her bed with no Maria in sight. She started to sit up, and the room began to spin. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to overcome the dizziness.
Voice: You’re beginning to be a real problem for me, Liz Parker.
*I'm sorry for the long delay between postings... again. But this new job I started sucks balls, and I'm interviewing for a new position in a city over an hour away when I'm not working six days a week. So... my apologies, and I hope to have the next part out sooner. Thanks for your bumps and whatnot.
-Jen
Maria: So... Old habits die hard, I see. I mean, I came here looking for Michael, ‘cause he never showed up at school, so I figured he’d be here, but, of course, he’s not. And, once again, other people, namely the two of you, are getting way more action in this apartment than I ever have. Not that it’s your fault that my relationship with Spaceboy hasn’t progressed, but I think it’s pretty unfair that I’ve seen waaaaaaaaaay more of Max’s body than Michael’s. And, furthermore, I’d like to -
Liz: Maria! Get out!
Maria: Okay, okay. I’m just sayin’... I’ll be back in five minutes, kiddos.
Maria sauntered out the door with a pleased grin on her face as Max and Liz scrambled to find their missing clothes. After the door closed, Liz gave up her search and walked over to look out the window.
Liz: How did this happen?
Max: I... I’m sorry, Liz, but... I don’t know. I mean, we were -
Liz: Watching a movie. Right, but then...
Max: I don’t remember.
He hurried to put his clothes back on, wondering why Liz was pacing around the apartment naked, but not entirely ready to ask her to cover herself up. Instead, he gathered her clothes together and arranged them in a neat pile on the arm of the couch.
Liz: (sighs) Me, either, and I’m sure that, even if you did remember what just happened right now, you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow, anyway. And, you know, maybe Maria would, but maybe she wouldn’t, but, uh...
Max: Liz?
Liz: It’s just... I mean, before... I was remembering things, and... no one else was, but at least I knew what had happened when I woke up naked or with you inside me or whatever else, but this is getting scary, Max. What if this isn’t all that I’m not remembering? What if I start walking around town naked? Or talking about Czech stuff in the middle of the supermarket? What if -
Max: Liz! You... Can you at least put your clothes back on? Maria’s gonna be back here any second.
He pointed to her pile and she blushed as she realized her state of undress. Max turned around to allow her some privacy, only turning around when she resumed speaking.
Liz: Aren’t you worried, Max?
Max: Yeah, but... I mean, I’m more concerned about you than about what just happened here today.
Liz: But don’t you think that what happened today might just be a part of what you think might be wrong with me? I don’t think that this is an isolated event. In fact, I’m positive of that.
He sat down heavily on the couch, not feeling up to this conversation or any other, really. He started to answer her question when he realized that there was a more important issue that they’d avoided for a few weeks.
Max: I... Liz, we never really talked about what went on with you and your doctor.
Liz: Oh, umm, well, he thinks I’m crazy, so I have to take these pills.
Max: He called you crazy? That’s... Are... Are they working? At all?
Liz: Listen, I think we’ve got bigger -
The door flew open again, revealing a somewhat disappointed Maria.
Maria: Damn! I thought for sure I’d get to see some more action...
Liz: Maria!
Maria: What? You’ll never know the thrill of being a voyeur because no one else around you is getting any, okay? (pauses) So, let’s say for a minute that I’m going to ignore whatever it was that you two were doing in here, okay? Because I need to know where Michael is more than I need to know about your sex life. And Liz, Alex wants to meet at your place tonight to look at his slides, so can you make it or do we need to reschedule?
Max: Maria, that’s not what was going on in here.
Maria: Bullshit, Max! You two were writhing around like two -
Liz: Wait, wait. Slides? What could Alex possibly have to show us on slides?
Maria and Max exchanged nervous glances before returning their attention to Liz.
Liz: Guys?
Max: Liz, you’ve got to stop this, okay?
Liz: Stop what?
Max: This whole thing with Alex.
Maria: What he’s trying to say is that Alex just got back from Sweden last night. Remember? This morning? In the hallway at school? You were talking Swedish?
Liz: Maria, that’s ridiculous. I don’t know any Swedish, and Alex has never been to Sweden. Tell her, Max.
She turned to him, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Maria’s attention was focused on the floor, as well. Liz stepped over to Max and looked up into his face.
Liz: Max?
He grabbed her gently by her shoulders and looked into her upturned face.
Max: Liz... Alex hasn’t been here for the last month. He went on exchange to Sweden.
Liz: (frowns) Over Christmas? And only for a month? That doesn’t make any sense!
She shook out of Max’s grasp and began pacing.
Liz: Besides, I think I would have noticed if Alex hadn’t been in Roswell for the past month.
Maria: Lizzie, sweetie, why don’t we head back to the Crash now, hmm? Grab some ice cream and check out some soaps upstairs? Just... you know, the two of us, relaxing before you have to work your shift.
Liz: I don’t know, Maria. I really want to work out what’s going on here.
Max: I do, too, Liz, but I think it might be a good idea for you to forget about this stuff for a while... and, uh... maybe the answers will come to you then.
Liz: But, Max -
Max: I need to get out of here, anyway, and check out the situation with Valenti. We’ll talk about this later, okay? Umm, do you two need a ride?
Maria: Nah. I’ve got the Jetta.
Max: Okay, well... I’ll see you later.
Maria: Okay, chica. Let’s go.
He held the door open for them and walked the girls down to Maria’s car before climbing into the Jeep and taking off.
Later...
Maria and Liz sat in front of the television on the Parker’s living room couch, eating ice cream as Maria attempted to fill Liz in on the long history of General Hospital. As a lovely woman with long, blonde hair appeared on the screen, Liz’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Liz: She looks familiar...
Maria: Oh, her? That’s Laura Spencer. Oh, God, girl, does she have a history on her. Hmm... Where do I start? Okay, well, see, her mom thought she was dead, only she wasn’t, and then she was magically ten years older, but, see -
As Maria rambled on, she didn’t notice that Liz’s confusion had turned into immense pain. Just as she felt she was about to understand what was happening, Liz blacked out. When she awoke, it was dark, and she was laying in her bed with no Maria in sight. She started to sit up, and the room began to spin. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to overcome the dizziness.
Voice: You’re beginning to be a real problem for me, Liz Parker.
*I'm sorry for the long delay between postings... again. But this new job I started sucks balls, and I'm interviewing for a new position in a city over an hour away when I'm not working six days a week. So... my apologies, and I hope to have the next part out sooner. Thanks for your bumps and whatnot.
-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
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:30 pm
- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Eighty Two
When she awoke again, it was to the insistent knocking on her bedroom door. She turned toward it as the door slowly began to swing open. Liz closed her eyes tightly and pulled her comforter up to her chin, fearing who could be behind the door.
Mr. Parker: Lizzie? Honey, your shift starts in five minutes. Are you okay?
She dropped the comforter and allowed her eyes to open slightly. Seeing that it was her father hovering in her doorframe, Liz sighed and nodded her head.
Liz: I’m fine, Dad. Just tired. I’ll be right down. Okay?
He nodded his head slowly, not entirely convinced that she was doing as well as she claimed, but he didn’t have the time to argue with her.
Liz slowly eased out of her bed and dragged herself into her bathroom. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she scrambled into a clean uniform and hastily pulled her hair into a pony tail. God, this is going to be a long night...
Later...
Max returned from a trip to the restroom to find that Liz was cleaning up his table.
Max: Uh, I wasn’t done.
Liz: (mildly annoyed) Oh. Umm, okay. It’s late...
He sat down in his booth and watched as she went about cleaning the café. She did her best to ignore him.
Max: Did you study for history?
Liz: Uh, yeah. I mean, no. I was going to once my shift ended.
Max: Can I have another Coke?
Liz: Max, you’ve been sitting here since six.
Max: (shrugs) I don’t wanna go home.
She untied her apron, tossing it onto the counter before she slid into the booth across from him, taking hold of his hand as she settled in.
Max: There’s someone dangerous in our town, Liz. Someone who’d do that to a defenseless person.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Max: (sighs) Liz...
Liz: Don’t ‘Liz’ me. What’s going on?
Max: I... There was this girl that Is and I found in the woods. She, uh... she was buried alive.
Liz: Max! Oh, my God! That’s terrible! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
He threw his balled-up napkin back onto his nearly-empty plate and roughly rubbed his hands over his face. After running his fingers through his hair, Max grabbed hold of Liz’s hands.
Max: I did tell you.
Liz: I think I’d remember something like that.
She pulled her hands away from his and stubbornly tucked her arms beneath her chest. Max’s hands dropped down to rest on his thighs.
Max: Liz... I... I think that, uh... I don’t think your medication is helping you.
Liz: What’s that supposed to mean?
Max: I wish... I wish there was some way for you to see your own behavior lately.
Liz: Is this about me and Kyle?
Max cringed but managed not to be swayed by her obvious attempt at distraction.
Max: No. This is about you. You’re all over the place lately, Liz. I... There was a time... when I could always predict what you were thinking or feeling, or make a good guess about your motives, but... I just don’t know anymore. I -
Liz: So, what? I’m not Little Miss Predictable anymore and that’s pissing you off?
He grabbed onto her flailing hands and held them loosely in his own. He stared at her down-turned face until she finally made eye contact with him.
Max: I’m not pissed off. Confused, maybe, but mostly... I’m really concerned for your well-being. And... right now... Right now, there’s someone dangerous out there. Someone who would do... h-horrible things to... to someone who couldn’t fight back.
A small smile flitted across her face as she listened to his words. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hands.
Liz: That’s why you’re here. You’re worried about me...
He ducked his head in embarrassment, but Liz only squeezed his hands tighter. When he was looking into her eyes again, she spoke.
Liz: Max, I... Thank you.
She brought one of his hands up to her face and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. He watched, mesmerized, as her lips parted slightly to caress his skin. She unfurled his tightened fingers and began kissing his fingers, chastely at first, but it wasn’t long before Liz was sucking his fingers into her warm mouth, an action that Max felt straight down to his already swollen cock.
His plate and glass shattered as they landed on the floor, but neither Max nor Liz noticed, too caught up in each other to hear anything but their own harsh breathing. She was squished between the edge of the table and Max’s hard chest as he hungrily attacked her mouth. His hands were in her hair, unclasping her barrette as her own hands wandered over his arms and upper chest. She tried to roll her hips into his as his lips moved to her neck, but their limited space wouldn’t allow it.
Liz: Max...
He ignored her as he kissed down the vee of her uniform. Her hands tugged at his hair while his pulled at the sides of her outfit. Three clasps came undone, and he pulled back to take in the unveiling of Liz’s upper body. As he started to move forward, Liz pushed against his chest to stop him. He looked up at her with questioning eyes and she just smiled at him in response.
Max: Liz? What’s wrong?
Liz: This is too tight a fit. We need to move.
He nodded his head and slowly squeezed his way out of the booth, holding her tightly against him as he moved. He dropped her onto the outside edge of the table and once again took her lips. She responded at once, removing her arms from around his neck to push his sweater up his back. He stepped back with a growl and pulled his sweater and t-shirt up over his head, tossing them to the ground as he stepped back between her parted legs. She pulled the remaining clasps open, revealing her whole body to him and allowing him to step in closer to her. Her hands groped the warm skin of his back as he took a breast in each hand.
Her legs tightened around him, pulling his body on top of hers as she leaned back against the table. Her reclining head knocked over a ketchup bottle, and Max quickly pushed the remaining condiments over the side of the table. He crawled up on top of her, and her hands grabbed onto his firm ass.
He kissed whatever part of her covered breasts he could find as one of her hands wandered to the front of his jeans. Her hand cupped him at first, but then began to rub against the hardness pressing against her palm. He stopped what he was doing as her hand began to move faster, but he cried out when she pulled her hand away. His eyes met hers, and a bolt of lust shot through him at the desire he saw shining in her eyes.
Liz: Hurry, Max. I need you!
He helped her to sit up and hurried to kick off his shoes and socks. His hands paused on his zipper as he watched Liz pull off her bra, but she threw it at his head and he resumed his stripping. Her panties landed on the floor as Max pulled off his boxers. She placed her butt at the edge of the table, leaning back against her elbows as her toes gripped the table’s edge. He stepped up to her parted legs, letting his cock brush against her inner thigh as he slid a finger through her pussy lips. He groaned at the slick feeling and pushed his finger inside her wet hole. She moaned and started moving her hips around, so he pulled his finger out of her and quickly licked it clean. He rubbed his aching cock against her well-lubricated pussy, teasing her clitoris with the head of his dick before slipping down to push inside her body. He pushed in and out of her in quick, short thrusts, despite her many cries for more. He waited until she was looking into his eyes, begging him for his cock, and then he thrust all the way inside her. Her cries of delight seemed to echo in the room, and it only urged him to fuck her harder.
He grabbed her behind her knees and pushed her legs forward. As his hips slammed against her ass, he let go of one of her legs to rub her clitoris. She slid her foot up his chest, hooking the top of her foot behind his neck, and he rubbed her in faster, tighter circles. She fell back against the table, pulling her arms out from under her to play with her breasts and arching her hips towards his body. Her eyes squeezed closed as she felt her orgasm approaching. After a few short cries, Liz cried out his name as she came around his plunging cock. With a few more deep thrusts, Max joined her, emptying himself deep inside her warm body.
He hovered over her for a few moments, exchanging slow, sweet kisses and words of love, before pulling out of her and helping her to sit up. He held her to him, dropping a few kisses on her head and running his hands over her cooling body.
Max: We should get dressed.
Liz: Mmm...
They took their time putting their clothes back on, and once they were finished, Max went about fixing the items they had broken while Liz sprayed down the table. Their eyes met a few times, and they giggled at their actions. Once everything was back in place, Max took a seat in the booth and gave Liz a saucy grin.
Max: So... Can I get that soda now?
Liz: Jerk!
She playfully hit him with her apron but went behind the counter to get him a Coke in a to-go cup. As she placed it in front of him, they were startled by a knock at the café doors.
Liz: (groans) One second.
She went to the door and had a short conversation with Sean DeLuca. Max couldn’t hear what was being said, but he didn’t like the kid. Or the way he looks at Liz. She came back to him with a flirty smile on her face, lifting the frown from his own into an answering grin.
Liz: Okay, umm... You know what? My books are upstairs, and there are two pieces of Asteroid Pie left in the fridge. You can stay as long as you like.
The smile dropped from his face as she walked past him and into the back room. What the hell just happened?
*Job hunting sucks! Thanks for the feedback, you few diehards. Sticking to my original goals has been really hard, especially since I know people stopped reading because it's been so confusing and unrevealing (is that a word?), but... eh, I'm a tough old bird, I guess. So... thanks for sticking with me.
-Jen*
When she awoke again, it was to the insistent knocking on her bedroom door. She turned toward it as the door slowly began to swing open. Liz closed her eyes tightly and pulled her comforter up to her chin, fearing who could be behind the door.
Mr. Parker: Lizzie? Honey, your shift starts in five minutes. Are you okay?
She dropped the comforter and allowed her eyes to open slightly. Seeing that it was her father hovering in her doorframe, Liz sighed and nodded her head.
Liz: I’m fine, Dad. Just tired. I’ll be right down. Okay?
He nodded his head slowly, not entirely convinced that she was doing as well as she claimed, but he didn’t have the time to argue with her.
Liz slowly eased out of her bed and dragged herself into her bathroom. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she scrambled into a clean uniform and hastily pulled her hair into a pony tail. God, this is going to be a long night...
Later...
Max returned from a trip to the restroom to find that Liz was cleaning up his table.
Max: Uh, I wasn’t done.
Liz: (mildly annoyed) Oh. Umm, okay. It’s late...
He sat down in his booth and watched as she went about cleaning the café. She did her best to ignore him.
Max: Did you study for history?
Liz: Uh, yeah. I mean, no. I was going to once my shift ended.
Max: Can I have another Coke?
Liz: Max, you’ve been sitting here since six.
Max: (shrugs) I don’t wanna go home.
She untied her apron, tossing it onto the counter before she slid into the booth across from him, taking hold of his hand as she settled in.
Max: There’s someone dangerous in our town, Liz. Someone who’d do that to a defenseless person.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Max: (sighs) Liz...
Liz: Don’t ‘Liz’ me. What’s going on?
Max: I... There was this girl that Is and I found in the woods. She, uh... she was buried alive.
Liz: Max! Oh, my God! That’s terrible! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
He threw his balled-up napkin back onto his nearly-empty plate and roughly rubbed his hands over his face. After running his fingers through his hair, Max grabbed hold of Liz’s hands.
Max: I did tell you.
Liz: I think I’d remember something like that.
She pulled her hands away from his and stubbornly tucked her arms beneath her chest. Max’s hands dropped down to rest on his thighs.
Max: Liz... I... I think that, uh... I don’t think your medication is helping you.
Liz: What’s that supposed to mean?
Max: I wish... I wish there was some way for you to see your own behavior lately.
Liz: Is this about me and Kyle?
Max cringed but managed not to be swayed by her obvious attempt at distraction.
Max: No. This is about you. You’re all over the place lately, Liz. I... There was a time... when I could always predict what you were thinking or feeling, or make a good guess about your motives, but... I just don’t know anymore. I -
Liz: So, what? I’m not Little Miss Predictable anymore and that’s pissing you off?
He grabbed onto her flailing hands and held them loosely in his own. He stared at her down-turned face until she finally made eye contact with him.
Max: I’m not pissed off. Confused, maybe, but mostly... I’m really concerned for your well-being. And... right now... Right now, there’s someone dangerous out there. Someone who would do... h-horrible things to... to someone who couldn’t fight back.
A small smile flitted across her face as she listened to his words. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hands.
Liz: That’s why you’re here. You’re worried about me...
He ducked his head in embarrassment, but Liz only squeezed his hands tighter. When he was looking into her eyes again, she spoke.
Liz: Max, I... Thank you.
She brought one of his hands up to her face and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. He watched, mesmerized, as her lips parted slightly to caress his skin. She unfurled his tightened fingers and began kissing his fingers, chastely at first, but it wasn’t long before Liz was sucking his fingers into her warm mouth, an action that Max felt straight down to his already swollen cock.
His plate and glass shattered as they landed on the floor, but neither Max nor Liz noticed, too caught up in each other to hear anything but their own harsh breathing. She was squished between the edge of the table and Max’s hard chest as he hungrily attacked her mouth. His hands were in her hair, unclasping her barrette as her own hands wandered over his arms and upper chest. She tried to roll her hips into his as his lips moved to her neck, but their limited space wouldn’t allow it.
Liz: Max...
He ignored her as he kissed down the vee of her uniform. Her hands tugged at his hair while his pulled at the sides of her outfit. Three clasps came undone, and he pulled back to take in the unveiling of Liz’s upper body. As he started to move forward, Liz pushed against his chest to stop him. He looked up at her with questioning eyes and she just smiled at him in response.
Max: Liz? What’s wrong?
Liz: This is too tight a fit. We need to move.
He nodded his head and slowly squeezed his way out of the booth, holding her tightly against him as he moved. He dropped her onto the outside edge of the table and once again took her lips. She responded at once, removing her arms from around his neck to push his sweater up his back. He stepped back with a growl and pulled his sweater and t-shirt up over his head, tossing them to the ground as he stepped back between her parted legs. She pulled the remaining clasps open, revealing her whole body to him and allowing him to step in closer to her. Her hands groped the warm skin of his back as he took a breast in each hand.
Her legs tightened around him, pulling his body on top of hers as she leaned back against the table. Her reclining head knocked over a ketchup bottle, and Max quickly pushed the remaining condiments over the side of the table. He crawled up on top of her, and her hands grabbed onto his firm ass.
He kissed whatever part of her covered breasts he could find as one of her hands wandered to the front of his jeans. Her hand cupped him at first, but then began to rub against the hardness pressing against her palm. He stopped what he was doing as her hand began to move faster, but he cried out when she pulled her hand away. His eyes met hers, and a bolt of lust shot through him at the desire he saw shining in her eyes.
Liz: Hurry, Max. I need you!
He helped her to sit up and hurried to kick off his shoes and socks. His hands paused on his zipper as he watched Liz pull off her bra, but she threw it at his head and he resumed his stripping. Her panties landed on the floor as Max pulled off his boxers. She placed her butt at the edge of the table, leaning back against her elbows as her toes gripped the table’s edge. He stepped up to her parted legs, letting his cock brush against her inner thigh as he slid a finger through her pussy lips. He groaned at the slick feeling and pushed his finger inside her wet hole. She moaned and started moving her hips around, so he pulled his finger out of her and quickly licked it clean. He rubbed his aching cock against her well-lubricated pussy, teasing her clitoris with the head of his dick before slipping down to push inside her body. He pushed in and out of her in quick, short thrusts, despite her many cries for more. He waited until she was looking into his eyes, begging him for his cock, and then he thrust all the way inside her. Her cries of delight seemed to echo in the room, and it only urged him to fuck her harder.
He grabbed her behind her knees and pushed her legs forward. As his hips slammed against her ass, he let go of one of her legs to rub her clitoris. She slid her foot up his chest, hooking the top of her foot behind his neck, and he rubbed her in faster, tighter circles. She fell back against the table, pulling her arms out from under her to play with her breasts and arching her hips towards his body. Her eyes squeezed closed as she felt her orgasm approaching. After a few short cries, Liz cried out his name as she came around his plunging cock. With a few more deep thrusts, Max joined her, emptying himself deep inside her warm body.
He hovered over her for a few moments, exchanging slow, sweet kisses and words of love, before pulling out of her and helping her to sit up. He held her to him, dropping a few kisses on her head and running his hands over her cooling body.
Max: We should get dressed.
Liz: Mmm...
They took their time putting their clothes back on, and once they were finished, Max went about fixing the items they had broken while Liz sprayed down the table. Their eyes met a few times, and they giggled at their actions. Once everything was back in place, Max took a seat in the booth and gave Liz a saucy grin.
Max: So... Can I get that soda now?
Liz: Jerk!
She playfully hit him with her apron but went behind the counter to get him a Coke in a to-go cup. As she placed it in front of him, they were startled by a knock at the café doors.
Liz: (groans) One second.
She went to the door and had a short conversation with Sean DeLuca. Max couldn’t hear what was being said, but he didn’t like the kid. Or the way he looks at Liz. She came back to him with a flirty smile on her face, lifting the frown from his own into an answering grin.
Liz: Okay, umm... You know what? My books are upstairs, and there are two pieces of Asteroid Pie left in the fridge. You can stay as long as you like.
The smile dropped from his face as she walked past him and into the back room. What the hell just happened?
*Job hunting sucks! Thanks for the feedback, you few diehards. Sticking to my original goals has been really hard, especially since I know people stopped reading because it's been so confusing and unrevealing (is that a word?), but... eh, I'm a tough old bird, I guess. So... thanks for sticking with me.
-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 Eighty Three
In front of the Valenti house...
Michael: You shouldn’t be here, Max. Not when Liz needs you as much as she does.
Max: What? Where is this coming from, Michael? Since when do you put humans first?
Michael: Look. I’m just saying that I can handle this. Isabel’s here.
Max: Isabel hasn’t been herself lately. I don’t know what -
Michael: Look, she’s been a mega-bitch. But she’s been nicer since Christmas, don’t you think?
Max: I’m not... God, everything is fucked up right now.
Michael: What else is new, Maxwell?
Max: No. I mean, this is typical for us. A girl buried in the woods... not that strange, I guess. But... God, Liz is just... I don’t know... and I think she’s starting to rub off on me.
Michael: What’s that supposed to mean?
Max: (hesitates) Never mind.
Michael: Cut the shit, Maxwell. Spill it.
Max: (sighs) Earlier... I could have sworn that, uh... that Liz and I... umm... did it in the Crash.
Michael: Did what?
Max: It, Michael. IT. On a table.
Michael: So you and Liz screwed. What else is new?
Max: Number one, Liz and I have never... We’ve never gone that far.
Michael: Say I believe you. What’s number two?
Max: Number two is that, five minutes later, Liz is walking around like nothing happened.
Michael: So you had a vivid fantasy. Welcome to being a teenager.
Max: (shifts uncomfortably) I, uh... I found... proof... later.
Michael merely lifted his eyebrow. Max shrugged and cleared his throat.
Max: I went to the bathroom... ‘cause things were... itching. And, uh... there was... physical evidence.
Michael: Maybe you -
Max: No! It wasn’t from me, okay? If you cream your pants, you don’t end up with cum all over your balls and thighs!
Michael: Damn.
In the Parker’s kitchen...
Mr. Parker: Here you go, Lizzie. One double bacon cheeseburger, mashed potatoes, carrots, a spinach salad, and a double chocolate milkshake.
Liz: Daddy! I can’t eat all that!
Mr. Parker: You promised me, Liz. After what your mother and I have been through with you lately, I think a little overeating isn’t asking too much.
Mrs. Parker: Don’t forget I made brownies for dessert.
Liz grimaced as she looked at all of the food set before her, but she knew that her parents wouldn’t stop hovering around her unless she gained back all of the weight she’d lost by the New Year. So, she started in on her salad, occasionally lifting her head from her plate to smile into her parents’ worried eyes. Fifteen minutes later, she had finished everything they’d made for her.
Liz: Can I skip the brownie? I’m really full...
Mr. Parker: Why don’t we all watch a movie together? Maybe you’ll be hungry later. Okay?
Liz and her father settled down on the couch as her mother finished up the dishes in the kitchen. ‘Never Been Kissed’ had been running on the screen for half an hour before Mrs. Parker slipped into the living room with a large tray. She sat to the left of her daughter and planted a big bowl of popcorn in Liz’s lap.
Liz: Mom, I’m not even hungry.
Mrs. Parker: You’re in the middle. It just makes sense for it to be there. There’s apple juice on the tray if you get thirsty. Now, what did I miss?
Mr. Parker explained to his wife what she had missed, while Liz became engrossed in the movie. As she watched, she didn’t even realize that she’d started to shovel popcorn into her mouth. It wasn’t until her fingernails started to scratch the bottom of the emptied bowl that she noticed what she had been doing. She gave her mother a dirty look as she placed the bowl on the coffee table. After licking her fingers clean, she quickly downed a glass of juice.
...
Her dreams that night were strange, to say the very least.
She saw herself pushing a little girl on a swing-set in a park. The girl cried out to be pushed higher, but Liz wasn’t strong enough to comply with the child’s wishes. She felt herself growing weary. Catching something out of the corner of her eye, Liz turned to see what it was. She couldn’t quite see enough, so she started to move forward.
It was then that she noticed that her feet were not moving. Looking down to her right, Liz noticed that her legs had been cased in cement up to her knees. As a trowel smoothed out the surface of the block she was stuck in, Liz discovered that a man was doing the work. A man with long, dark hair.
Liz: Why are you doing this, Max?
He stopped his work to look up at her with a blank look on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to evening out the cement.
Liz: Stop this! Haven’t I done enough for you already? I changed the future, damnit!
Future Max stood up, having finished his chore. He gripped her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eye as he answered her.
Future Max: Destiny, sweet thing.
Liz: Sweet thing? Wh - Destiny?! This is my destiny? To be stuck in a brick of cement?
With a smirk and an uncharacteristic wink, Future Max disappeared into thin air, as he had the last time Liz had seen him.
Ava: You got bigger fish to fry, yo.
Liz’s upper body twisted to the left side to see the short blonde approaching her.
Liz: Ava! What are you doing here?
Ava: (sighs) You ain’t gonna figure nothing out on your own, are you?
She gave the block of cement a swift kick, and it immediately fell apart. Liz picked her feet up a few times, happy to have full use of them once again.
Ava: Damn fool never does nothing right. (looks around) Damnit, cornball, where’d the kid go?
Liz: Kid? What... Oh, you mean the little girl? Oh, she’s, uh...
She turned back to where the swing-set had been, only to find a big, empty space.
Ava: How the hell is you ever gonna be a queen and rule a country if you can’t keep track of one little girl?
Liz: I didn’t know I was supposed to watch her. She was just... there... and then... Max was here, and I...
Ava: I can only help you so much, you know?
Ava stepped around Liz to look into the distance. With a heavy sigh, she turned Liz to face the scene she had witnessed.
Ava: (sighs) You see that?
Liz: What?
Ava: (points) Over there, to the right.
Liz: What’s... No! Not again!
Liz witnessed Max and Tess together in the desert. Max was standing beside Tess. Kissing her, touching her, holding up a child. Their little boy. She took a step towards them, confused, but Max frowned at her before returning his attention to the child in his arms. Tess grinned at her and then leaned up to kiss Max.
Ava: Quite the happy little fam they gots themselves over there.
Liz: I don’t want to see that! It’s not fair! I gave him up for everyone... everything for him! I shouldn’t have to see him with... God, with her! I hate her!
Ava: That’s the problem, kid. You don’t like what you sees, so you don’t sees it no more. You need to wake up.
Isabel was the first thing Liz saw when she awoke. She was standing over her bed, shaking her shoulders.
Isabel: Get up. We need your help.
Liz: What?
Isabel: C’mon. Get dressed. We got a problem that only Little Miss Scientist can solve.
Liz: I don’t -
Isabel: Max needs you!
Liz: Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to get dressed.
Isabel: Fine, but make it quick.
Liz groggily nodded her head and made her way towards the bathroom, stopping at her dresser to grab a change of clothes. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror for a moment, replaying the scene from her dream. She shivered, then shook her body, trying to physically force the memory from her mind. Quickly splashing cold water on her face, she hurried to finish getting ready. She feared Isabel would bust down the door and carry her out of the house if she wasn’t quick.
Liz: I’m ready. What’s wrong?
Isabel: Max can explain better. Let’s go.
In front of the Valenti house...
Michael: You shouldn’t be here, Max. Not when Liz needs you as much as she does.
Max: What? Where is this coming from, Michael? Since when do you put humans first?
Michael: Look. I’m just saying that I can handle this. Isabel’s here.
Max: Isabel hasn’t been herself lately. I don’t know what -
Michael: Look, she’s been a mega-bitch. But she’s been nicer since Christmas, don’t you think?
Max: I’m not... God, everything is fucked up right now.
Michael: What else is new, Maxwell?
Max: No. I mean, this is typical for us. A girl buried in the woods... not that strange, I guess. But... God, Liz is just... I don’t know... and I think she’s starting to rub off on me.
Michael: What’s that supposed to mean?
Max: (hesitates) Never mind.
Michael: Cut the shit, Maxwell. Spill it.
Max: (sighs) Earlier... I could have sworn that, uh... that Liz and I... umm... did it in the Crash.
Michael: Did what?
Max: It, Michael. IT. On a table.
Michael: So you and Liz screwed. What else is new?
Max: Number one, Liz and I have never... We’ve never gone that far.
Michael: Say I believe you. What’s number two?
Max: Number two is that, five minutes later, Liz is walking around like nothing happened.
Michael: So you had a vivid fantasy. Welcome to being a teenager.
Max: (shifts uncomfortably) I, uh... I found... proof... later.
Michael merely lifted his eyebrow. Max shrugged and cleared his throat.
Max: I went to the bathroom... ‘cause things were... itching. And, uh... there was... physical evidence.
Michael: Maybe you -
Max: No! It wasn’t from me, okay? If you cream your pants, you don’t end up with cum all over your balls and thighs!
Michael: Damn.
In the Parker’s kitchen...
Mr. Parker: Here you go, Lizzie. One double bacon cheeseburger, mashed potatoes, carrots, a spinach salad, and a double chocolate milkshake.
Liz: Daddy! I can’t eat all that!
Mr. Parker: You promised me, Liz. After what your mother and I have been through with you lately, I think a little overeating isn’t asking too much.
Mrs. Parker: Don’t forget I made brownies for dessert.
Liz grimaced as she looked at all of the food set before her, but she knew that her parents wouldn’t stop hovering around her unless she gained back all of the weight she’d lost by the New Year. So, she started in on her salad, occasionally lifting her head from her plate to smile into her parents’ worried eyes. Fifteen minutes later, she had finished everything they’d made for her.
Liz: Can I skip the brownie? I’m really full...
Mr. Parker: Why don’t we all watch a movie together? Maybe you’ll be hungry later. Okay?
Liz and her father settled down on the couch as her mother finished up the dishes in the kitchen. ‘Never Been Kissed’ had been running on the screen for half an hour before Mrs. Parker slipped into the living room with a large tray. She sat to the left of her daughter and planted a big bowl of popcorn in Liz’s lap.
Liz: Mom, I’m not even hungry.
Mrs. Parker: You’re in the middle. It just makes sense for it to be there. There’s apple juice on the tray if you get thirsty. Now, what did I miss?
Mr. Parker explained to his wife what she had missed, while Liz became engrossed in the movie. As she watched, she didn’t even realize that she’d started to shovel popcorn into her mouth. It wasn’t until her fingernails started to scratch the bottom of the emptied bowl that she noticed what she had been doing. She gave her mother a dirty look as she placed the bowl on the coffee table. After licking her fingers clean, she quickly downed a glass of juice.
...
Her dreams that night were strange, to say the very least.
She saw herself pushing a little girl on a swing-set in a park. The girl cried out to be pushed higher, but Liz wasn’t strong enough to comply with the child’s wishes. She felt herself growing weary. Catching something out of the corner of her eye, Liz turned to see what it was. She couldn’t quite see enough, so she started to move forward.
It was then that she noticed that her feet were not moving. Looking down to her right, Liz noticed that her legs had been cased in cement up to her knees. As a trowel smoothed out the surface of the block she was stuck in, Liz discovered that a man was doing the work. A man with long, dark hair.
Liz: Why are you doing this, Max?
He stopped his work to look up at her with a blank look on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to evening out the cement.
Liz: Stop this! Haven’t I done enough for you already? I changed the future, damnit!
Future Max stood up, having finished his chore. He gripped her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eye as he answered her.
Future Max: Destiny, sweet thing.
Liz: Sweet thing? Wh - Destiny?! This is my destiny? To be stuck in a brick of cement?
With a smirk and an uncharacteristic wink, Future Max disappeared into thin air, as he had the last time Liz had seen him.
Ava: You got bigger fish to fry, yo.
Liz’s upper body twisted to the left side to see the short blonde approaching her.
Liz: Ava! What are you doing here?
Ava: (sighs) You ain’t gonna figure nothing out on your own, are you?
She gave the block of cement a swift kick, and it immediately fell apart. Liz picked her feet up a few times, happy to have full use of them once again.
Ava: Damn fool never does nothing right. (looks around) Damnit, cornball, where’d the kid go?
Liz: Kid? What... Oh, you mean the little girl? Oh, she’s, uh...
She turned back to where the swing-set had been, only to find a big, empty space.
Ava: How the hell is you ever gonna be a queen and rule a country if you can’t keep track of one little girl?
Liz: I didn’t know I was supposed to watch her. She was just... there... and then... Max was here, and I...
Ava: I can only help you so much, you know?
Ava stepped around Liz to look into the distance. With a heavy sigh, she turned Liz to face the scene she had witnessed.
Ava: (sighs) You see that?
Liz: What?
Ava: (points) Over there, to the right.
Liz: What’s... No! Not again!
Liz witnessed Max and Tess together in the desert. Max was standing beside Tess. Kissing her, touching her, holding up a child. Their little boy. She took a step towards them, confused, but Max frowned at her before returning his attention to the child in his arms. Tess grinned at her and then leaned up to kiss Max.
Ava: Quite the happy little fam they gots themselves over there.
Liz: I don’t want to see that! It’s not fair! I gave him up for everyone... everything for him! I shouldn’t have to see him with... God, with her! I hate her!
Ava: That’s the problem, kid. You don’t like what you sees, so you don’t sees it no more. You need to wake up.
Isabel was the first thing Liz saw when she awoke. She was standing over her bed, shaking her shoulders.
Isabel: Get up. We need your help.
Liz: What?
Isabel: C’mon. Get dressed. We got a problem that only Little Miss Scientist can solve.
Liz: I don’t -
Isabel: Max needs you!
Liz: Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to get dressed.
Isabel: Fine, but make it quick.
Liz groggily nodded her head and made her way towards the bathroom, stopping at her dresser to grab a change of clothes. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror for a moment, replaying the scene from her dream. She shivered, then shook her body, trying to physically force the memory from her mind. Quickly splashing cold water on her face, she hurried to finish getting ready. She feared Isabel would bust down the door and carry her out of the house if she wasn’t quick.
Liz: I’m ready. What’s wrong?
Isabel: Max can explain better. Let’s go.
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
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:30 pm
- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Eighty Four
Liz stumbled into Brody’s office as Isabel hastily pushed her through the swinging doors. Max jumped up out of his seat and caught her by her upper arms. After making sure that Liz was alright, he shot Isabel a dirty look.
Isabel: (shrugs) What?
Max: What do you mean, what? You’re twice her size!
Isabel: Are you saying my ass is fat?
Max: Among other things...
Isabel arched an eyebrow and flicked her wrist in his direction.
Max: (grabbing chest) Ouch! Damnit!
Isabel: Want to try again? I can make your dreams really, really fun.
Max: Whatever.
Isabel: Later, nerds.
Isabel skipped out of the room, leaving behind two very confused teenagers.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah. Are you?
Max: It just stings a bit.
Liz: Oh... Is, uh... Is she okay?
Max: Isabel?
Liz: Yeah.
Max: Yeah. I mean, no. I... I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she’s being a -
Liz: Total bitch?
Max: That’s putting it lightly.
They looked around the room, careful not to let their eyes linger on the other for too long. Liz spied an unusual blue screen saver on the monitors and remembered that she hadn’t planned to spend her day locked in Brody’s office.
Liz: (coughs) Not that I’m not concerned about her attitude problem, but... What am I doing here?
Max: Earlier... I was... attacked, I guess -
Liz: Oh, my God. Are you okay?
She ran to his side, gently cupping the sides of his face in her small hands. Her eyes searched his beautiful features, looking for even the tiniest of imperfections. He placed his hands over hers and lightly shook his head from side to side.
Max: No. I’m fine. The, uh, the blue crystals? From the grave site... They... came to life.
Her hands slid off of his face, trailing down over his neck to rest gently against his chest.
Liz: When?... How?... Were there, uh... external factors involved?... Has it happened again?... What was the environment?
Her fingers circled his nipples as she spoke. Her eyes were looking right at what she was doing, but Max could see that she wasn’t really in the moment.
Max: I, uh... What?
Liz: Right. Sorry, uh... When did it happen?
Her hands crept under his shirt, and he didn’t feel the need to stop her. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and began rubbing up and down her sides. Her jacked quickly dropped to the floor.
Max: I fell asleep at my desk this afternoon, and I woke up because my hand was stinging. The blue crystals had... melted, I guess, and were spread across my hand. I couldn’t move it.
She lightly pinched his nipples between her fingers as she contemplated the situation. His hands continued to caress her sides, spending more and more time brushing against the sides of her breasts.
Liz: Okay, so... You were sleeping, so we won’t be able to isolate any external causes. How did you get your hand out?
Max: I kept pulling, and I was about to use my powers when it just... stopped.
Her fingers glided over his smooth chest and hooked into the waistband of his pants. His hands ignored their earlier subtlety and fully cupped her breasts.
Liz: Stopped how?
Their foreheads leaned against the other’s as their breathing grew heavier.
More to come, but I figured I owed you guys what I have... My life really, really sucks right now...
Thanks for reading.
-Jen
Liz stumbled into Brody’s office as Isabel hastily pushed her through the swinging doors. Max jumped up out of his seat and caught her by her upper arms. After making sure that Liz was alright, he shot Isabel a dirty look.
Isabel: (shrugs) What?
Max: What do you mean, what? You’re twice her size!
Isabel: Are you saying my ass is fat?
Max: Among other things...
Isabel arched an eyebrow and flicked her wrist in his direction.
Max: (grabbing chest) Ouch! Damnit!
Isabel: Want to try again? I can make your dreams really, really fun.
Max: Whatever.
Isabel: Later, nerds.
Isabel skipped out of the room, leaving behind two very confused teenagers.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah. Are you?
Max: It just stings a bit.
Liz: Oh... Is, uh... Is she okay?
Max: Isabel?
Liz: Yeah.
Max: Yeah. I mean, no. I... I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she’s being a -
Liz: Total bitch?
Max: That’s putting it lightly.
They looked around the room, careful not to let their eyes linger on the other for too long. Liz spied an unusual blue screen saver on the monitors and remembered that she hadn’t planned to spend her day locked in Brody’s office.
Liz: (coughs) Not that I’m not concerned about her attitude problem, but... What am I doing here?
Max: Earlier... I was... attacked, I guess -
Liz: Oh, my God. Are you okay?
She ran to his side, gently cupping the sides of his face in her small hands. Her eyes searched his beautiful features, looking for even the tiniest of imperfections. He placed his hands over hers and lightly shook his head from side to side.
Max: No. I’m fine. The, uh, the blue crystals? From the grave site... They... came to life.
Her hands slid off of his face, trailing down over his neck to rest gently against his chest.
Liz: When?... How?... Were there, uh... external factors involved?... Has it happened again?... What was the environment?
Her fingers circled his nipples as she spoke. Her eyes were looking right at what she was doing, but Max could see that she wasn’t really in the moment.
Max: I, uh... What?
Liz: Right. Sorry, uh... When did it happen?
Her hands crept under his shirt, and he didn’t feel the need to stop her. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and began rubbing up and down her sides. Her jacked quickly dropped to the floor.
Max: I fell asleep at my desk this afternoon, and I woke up because my hand was stinging. The blue crystals had... melted, I guess, and were spread across my hand. I couldn’t move it.
She lightly pinched his nipples between her fingers as she contemplated the situation. His hands continued to caress her sides, spending more and more time brushing against the sides of her breasts.
Liz: Okay, so... You were sleeping, so we won’t be able to isolate any external causes. How did you get your hand out?
Max: I kept pulling, and I was about to use my powers when it just... stopped.
Her fingers glided over his smooth chest and hooked into the waistband of his pants. His hands ignored their earlier subtlety and fully cupped her breasts.
Liz: Stopped how?
Their foreheads leaned against the other’s as their breathing grew heavier.
More to come, but I figured I owed you guys what I have... My life really, really sucks right now...
Thanks for reading.
-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
Last time...
Her hands crept under his shirt, and he didn’t feel the need to stop her. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and began rubbing up and down her sides. Her jacket quickly dropped to the floor.
Max: I fell asleep at my desk this afternoon, and I woke up because my hand was stinging. The blue crystals had... melted, I guess, and were spread across my hand. I couldn’t move it.
She lightly pinched his nipples between her fingers as she contemplated the situation. His hands continued to caress her sides, spending more and more time brushing against the sides of her breasts.
Liz: Okay, so... You were sleeping, so we won’t be able to isolate any external causes. How did you get your hand out?
Max: I kept pulling, and I was about to use my powers when it just... stopped.
Her fingers glided over his smooth chest and hooked into the waistband of his pants. His hands ignored their earlier subtlety and fully cupped her breasts.
Liz: Stopped how?
Their foreheads leaned against the other’s as their breathing grew heavier.
Chapter 84, continued
Max: It... It just slid off of my hand and, umm, onto the desk. Then it turned back to crystal.
Her hands tugged his sweater upwards, forcing him to let go of her breasts, if only for the moment it took to throw his top to the ground.
Liz: Where is it now?
His hands slowly moved away from her chest down to the tempting expanse of skin that was showing between the top of her pants and the bottom of her shirt.
Max: It’s... mmm... over there, uh, under the microscope.
One of her arms wrapped around his strong back to anchor herself in place while the other lazily trailed its way down his smooth chest. She kissed and licked at the skin in front of her, pressing her mouth to whatever tasty bit she could reach.
Liz: The, uh... the whole chunk?
His palms caressed her sides as he slid her shirt up over her ribs, catching beneath her underarms as she refused to move any part of her body that was already in contact with his.
Max: Yeah...
Her hand finally made its way to the front of his cargo pants, stopping to rest over the hard bulge she encountered there.
Max: Lizzz...
He groaned as she began moving her body against his, in addition to the insistent caressing his cock was getting from her eager hand.
Liz: It’s, uh... h-hard. (grimaces) I mean, umm, we’ll have to... mmm... deal with that later. I... Oh, Max... I’ve already got, uh, at least... t-ten experiments we can... run... on the crystal... but, uh... it... mmm... needs to be, umm, smaller... but, uh... I don’t know... ‘cause it... ohh, it’s so... hard!
He claimed her lips then, utterly turned on by her unintended innuendo and her inability to control or hide her desire from him. Pulling her hands away from his body, he quickly tugged her shirt over her head. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed to do it, but Liz found herself stripped down to her underwear and straddling Max’s equally underclothed body on a plush armchair.
His hands trailed up and down her naked back, occasionally stopping their movement to support her as she threw herself back and ground her pelvis against his barely-covered cock. Her nipple filled his mouth as he worked his teeth and tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she raised herself up and down.
He pulled her face to his, engaging her in a heated kiss as he worked his fingers underneath the small pink panties that were in his way. He sunk one long finger into her wet pussy, and she tore her mouth from his as she cried out his name in a long, low moan. After her intense reaction, he ripped her panties from her body and sunk a second finger inside of her. She buried her face in his neck, muttering incoherent phrases as he plunged his fingers in and out of her increasingly wet hole. He managed to sneak his thumb between their heated bodies to rub at her throbbing clitoris, and that was all it took to send her over the edge. She bit into his shoulder as she came on his fingers, pushing her body against his hand until her orgasm abated.
After a few minutes of silence, disturbed only by the sound of their heavy breathing, Liz finally pulled her head from his shoulder. She looked down to see that his fingers were still buried in her, and a light blush stole across her cheeks.
Max: Wow, huh?
Liz:(softly) I’m sorry.
Max: What for?
Liz: I hurt you.
Max: Where?
Too embarrassed to face him, she pointed to the angry-looking bite mark on his shoulder. He turned to take in the evidence and was surprised to see the indent in his skin.
Max: It doesn’t hurt, Liz. You had to show me where it is.
She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, searching to see if he was telling her the truth.
Max: Actually, I kind of like it. You marked me. ‘Property of Liz Parker.’
She couldn’t help but laugh, even knowing that he’d most likely only said it to cheer her up.
Liz: You can be a real dork sometimes, you know?
Max: Maybe so, but you still want me.
She looked down again, to where their lower bodies were still pressed up against each other. Looking him in the eye, she arched an eyebrow as she gestured towards his obvious arousal.
Liz: I think you want me more.
Max: It seems you have a point, Miss Parker. Now what are you gonna do about it?
She slowly climbed off of his lap, cringing slightly as she heard his fingers slide out of her body.
Max: Are you hurt?
Liz: No! That sound was just... gross.
Max: I kinda liked it.
Liz: Figures. (sighs) Anyway, do you still want to know what I want to do?
Max: (sits up) Yes.
She held back her giggle at his obviousness, opting instead to figure out a plan of attack.
Liz: Take off your boxers, Max.
She had barely finished her sentence when the shorts went flying past her head.
Liz: (smirks) Eager much?
He only nodded and gestured for her to come closer, patting the chair of the arm he was sitting in. She took a few steps forward, until she was standing beside him.
Liz: That doesn’t really look comfortable, Max.
He smiled brightly up at her, spreading his legs widely as he patted his thighs.
Max: (grinning) Sit here.
-Thanks for all of the feedback and well wishes. Things still suck, but it really lifted my spirits to see that so many of you cared... and are still reading. I've got most of the dialogue for the next part completed, what with most of it being from an episode, but as always, the difficult part is filling in the spaces... Hopefully, it will be up soon.
Her hands crept under his shirt, and he didn’t feel the need to stop her. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and began rubbing up and down her sides. Her jacket quickly dropped to the floor.
Max: I fell asleep at my desk this afternoon, and I woke up because my hand was stinging. The blue crystals had... melted, I guess, and were spread across my hand. I couldn’t move it.
She lightly pinched his nipples between her fingers as she contemplated the situation. His hands continued to caress her sides, spending more and more time brushing against the sides of her breasts.
Liz: Okay, so... You were sleeping, so we won’t be able to isolate any external causes. How did you get your hand out?
Max: I kept pulling, and I was about to use my powers when it just... stopped.
Her fingers glided over his smooth chest and hooked into the waistband of his pants. His hands ignored their earlier subtlety and fully cupped her breasts.
Liz: Stopped how?
Their foreheads leaned against the other’s as their breathing grew heavier.
Chapter 84, continued
Max: It... It just slid off of my hand and, umm, onto the desk. Then it turned back to crystal.
Her hands tugged his sweater upwards, forcing him to let go of her breasts, if only for the moment it took to throw his top to the ground.
Liz: Where is it now?
His hands slowly moved away from her chest down to the tempting expanse of skin that was showing between the top of her pants and the bottom of her shirt.
Max: It’s... mmm... over there, uh, under the microscope.
One of her arms wrapped around his strong back to anchor herself in place while the other lazily trailed its way down his smooth chest. She kissed and licked at the skin in front of her, pressing her mouth to whatever tasty bit she could reach.
Liz: The, uh... the whole chunk?
His palms caressed her sides as he slid her shirt up over her ribs, catching beneath her underarms as she refused to move any part of her body that was already in contact with his.
Max: Yeah...
Her hand finally made its way to the front of his cargo pants, stopping to rest over the hard bulge she encountered there.
Max: Lizzz...
He groaned as she began moving her body against his, in addition to the insistent caressing his cock was getting from her eager hand.
Liz: It’s, uh... h-hard. (grimaces) I mean, umm, we’ll have to... mmm... deal with that later. I... Oh, Max... I’ve already got, uh, at least... t-ten experiments we can... run... on the crystal... but, uh... it... mmm... needs to be, umm, smaller... but, uh... I don’t know... ‘cause it... ohh, it’s so... hard!
He claimed her lips then, utterly turned on by her unintended innuendo and her inability to control or hide her desire from him. Pulling her hands away from his body, he quickly tugged her shirt over her head. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed to do it, but Liz found herself stripped down to her underwear and straddling Max’s equally underclothed body on a plush armchair.
His hands trailed up and down her naked back, occasionally stopping their movement to support her as she threw herself back and ground her pelvis against his barely-covered cock. Her nipple filled his mouth as he worked his teeth and tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she raised herself up and down.
He pulled her face to his, engaging her in a heated kiss as he worked his fingers underneath the small pink panties that were in his way. He sunk one long finger into her wet pussy, and she tore her mouth from his as she cried out his name in a long, low moan. After her intense reaction, he ripped her panties from her body and sunk a second finger inside of her. She buried her face in his neck, muttering incoherent phrases as he plunged his fingers in and out of her increasingly wet hole. He managed to sneak his thumb between their heated bodies to rub at her throbbing clitoris, and that was all it took to send her over the edge. She bit into his shoulder as she came on his fingers, pushing her body against his hand until her orgasm abated.
After a few minutes of silence, disturbed only by the sound of their heavy breathing, Liz finally pulled her head from his shoulder. She looked down to see that his fingers were still buried in her, and a light blush stole across her cheeks.
Max: Wow, huh?
Liz:(softly) I’m sorry.
Max: What for?
Liz: I hurt you.
Max: Where?
Too embarrassed to face him, she pointed to the angry-looking bite mark on his shoulder. He turned to take in the evidence and was surprised to see the indent in his skin.
Max: It doesn’t hurt, Liz. You had to show me where it is.
She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, searching to see if he was telling her the truth.
Max: Actually, I kind of like it. You marked me. ‘Property of Liz Parker.’
She couldn’t help but laugh, even knowing that he’d most likely only said it to cheer her up.
Liz: You can be a real dork sometimes, you know?
Max: Maybe so, but you still want me.
She looked down again, to where their lower bodies were still pressed up against each other. Looking him in the eye, she arched an eyebrow as she gestured towards his obvious arousal.
Liz: I think you want me more.
Max: It seems you have a point, Miss Parker. Now what are you gonna do about it?
She slowly climbed off of his lap, cringing slightly as she heard his fingers slide out of her body.
Max: Are you hurt?
Liz: No! That sound was just... gross.
Max: I kinda liked it.
Liz: Figures. (sighs) Anyway, do you still want to know what I want to do?
Max: (sits up) Yes.
She held back her giggle at his obviousness, opting instead to figure out a plan of attack.
Liz: Take off your boxers, Max.
She had barely finished her sentence when the shorts went flying past her head.
Liz: (smirks) Eager much?
He only nodded and gestured for her to come closer, patting the chair of the arm he was sitting in. She took a few steps forward, until she was standing beside him.
Liz: That doesn’t really look comfortable, Max.
He smiled brightly up at her, spreading his legs widely as he patted his thighs.
Max: (grinning) Sit here.
-Thanks for all of the feedback and well wishes. Things still suck, but it really lifted my spirits to see that so many of you cared... and are still reading. I've got most of the dialogue for the next part completed, what with most of it being from an episode, but as always, the difficult part is filling in the spaces... Hopefully, it will be up soon.
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 Eighty Five
Max: Liz?
She snapped out of her haze when he gently shook her shoulder.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: What? Yeah, I’m fine.
Max: Umm, okay... Why don’t you sit here?
She stared at the seat he was offering to her, then cast a longing glance over at the cushy chair on the other side of the room. He ran his fingers through her hair before gently cupping her cheek in his palm.
Max: Are you sure you’re okay? You’re awfully flushed.
She turned her dazed eyes to his dark ones, searching for the lust she was certain she’d only minutes ago been a part of.
Liz: When... (looks down) Why do we have our clothes on?
Max: (confused) Uh, Liz, it’s winter... We usually wear clothes when it’s cold... Or warm, for that matter.
Liz: Yeah, but... Weren’t we just...
Max: (concerned) Liz?
She shook her head to clear it of the lustful thoughts racing through her clouded mind.
Liz: Sorry... I guess I just... spaced out a bit.
Max: Umm, okay.
Liz: So, let’s get a look at this hunk of rock, shall we?
He merely nodded his head and guided her into the desk chair in front of the main monitor. She cleared her throat and focused her attention on the screen in front of her. He hovered behind her, resting his warm hands on her tensed shoulders.
Max: You sure you’re okay?
Liz: (annoyed) Enough, Max. I’m fine. (sighs) It looks like they’re... alien versions of negleria filarae. Waterborne parasites found in the blood cells of certain species of fish.
Max: Parasites? Well... That implies they need something to feed on... like an arm.
Liz: Maybe. But you said that they didn’t affect you.
Max: No. I got the feeling I didn’t taste good or something.
Liz: Then they didn’t react when Sheriff Valenti picked them up?
Max: No.
She eyed the crystal as she contemplated her options. She frowned as its unearthly glow seemed to be mocking her, every pulse of light it emitted appeared to be saying, “Not yours. Not yours.”
Liz: Did you hear that?
Max: Hear what?
He backed away, stepping to the door to make sure that they were still alone.
Max: There’s nothing out there.
Liz: (shakes head) Never mind. I just thought... (sighs) Anyway... It sounds like they’re not interested in terrestrial organisms.
He came back to the computer station, standing to Liz’s left and dividing his attention between the monitors and Liz.
Max: Well, except Laurie. They formed on her grave site.
Liz: So, maybe there’s something unique about her... Something the parasites are looking for.
Both stared at the screens, trying to find some hint that would solve their current problem.
Liz: Or there could be something unique about her grave site. It’s in Frazier Woods, right?
Max: Right.
She dug around in her purse, searching for her cell phone. Max watched her movements, wondering what she was doing.
Max: Did you think of something?
Liz: Kind of... Is Isabel still seeing that guy? From the woods?
Max: Grant? I don’t think so. Why?
Liz: Hold on...
She dialed the still-familiar number to the Evans residence, breathing a sigh of relief when Isabel answered the phone.
Liz: Isabel. Hi, it’s Liz. We need you to do something.
Max: (snorts) Good luck.
She shot him an annoyed glare but continued her phone conversation.
Liz: We need information... the kind we could get from someone who knows a lot about local geology. Sound familiar?
She flinched at Isabel’s response, finally holding the phone away from her tender ear as the other girl continued to rant and curse. When she finally detected a pause, Liz jumped back into the conversation.
Liz: Listen, I’m not being cute, or any of those other things, and I’m not even sure if half of those are physically possible. Just... Please? We need whatever information you can get on Frazier Woods.
She closed the phone and closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breaths before returning her attention to Max. She could tell that he was barely suppressing a smile.
Liz: (sighs) Just let it out.
He erupted in a fit of laughter, which she couldn’t help but join. Once they had calmed down, they went over the options for further experimentation on the crystal. Over an hour later, Isabel finally stormed through the door to Brody’s office.
Isabel: You owe me so big. Both of you.
Liz: What did you find out?
Isabel: So he has about fifty experiments going on in Frazier Woods, all of which he explained to me in excruciating detail, but the common thread through each one is the water table.
Max: What about it?
Isabel: The woods are unusual because the water’s so close to the surface. In some places, it’s less than three feet below ground.
Liz: You know, if the parasites really are waterborne - and that’s just a theory - they might be in the water table.
Max: Yeah, but how would alien parasites get in the water table in the first place?
Liz went back to the computer and drew up the state’s web site. After fiddling around for a few minutes, she found what she wanted. Max and Isabel stood at her sides, curious to see where she was going with this.
Liz: Okay. Uh, this is a map of the water table for the entire county.
Max: It looks like a bunch of, uh, rivers.
Liz: Yeah, that’s basically it. The water flows from one area to another through, uh, a system of underground rivers and streams... (pointing) Frazier Woods.
She magnified the viewing window, giving them a better look at the map.
Isabel: So the stream passes right underneath the grave site.
Max: Let’s see the rest of that stream.
After zooming out of the picture and expanding their view, she closed her eyes at her own stupidity.
Liz: Oh, my God.
Max: What?
Another click on the map revealed more information, which she knew she should have thought of much earlier. She’d been too concerned with her fantasy and experimenting on the crystal to fully analyze the external factors.
Liz: Do you know what that is? It’s Pohlman Ranch.
Isabel: The crash site.
Liz: Yeah. The stream passes right beneath it.
Max: (winces) That means that the parasites might have been on our ship.
Liz: Somebody kidnaps a girl and buries her in the ground so a bunch of alien parasites can... I mean, can do what to her we don’t know, and... and then how does he know about these parasites? Is he human, or is he alien? Are these things dangerous to normal people in Roswell?
The trio looked back and forth between all three of them before Liz and Isabel rested their sights on Max. He frowned, anticipating the next question heading in his direction.
Isabel: Okay. Where do we go from here, Max?
Max: I have absolutely no idea.
Liz: We need help. I wish you guys could just phone home.
Isabel: (sighs) Wouldn’t that be nice?
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and Brody Davis walked into the room. The three teens turned to him, shocked by his sudden appearance.
Brody: Max, could you- Oh. Hello.
Max: Sorry. We were just, uh, using some of the equipment for a, uh, a science project. I hope you don’t mind.
Brody: Oh, of course not. Uh, can you let me know when you’re done?
Max: We won’t be long.
Brody: Okay.
He quickly left the office, leaving the group grateful that he hadn’t pressed for more information, but alarmed that he had taken them by surprise. Isabel stared thoughtfully out the now open door as Max and Liz exchanged worried glances.
Isabel: Max, didn’t you say that there was an alien at the summit who reached out with his mind and possessed Brody’s body?
Max: Right.
Isabel: What if that connection goes both ways? What if we can send a signal back through Brody?
*I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but them's the breaks, kids. If you're looking for more hot action, may I refer you back to every other chapter up until now? lol Thanks for reading and posting replies, even if it's only to let me know how horribly confused you are. I think we're all lucky I've got a notebook filled with notes, so... Yes, there is some order within this madness, and there is an end in sight.
-Jen*
Max: Liz?
She snapped out of her haze when he gently shook her shoulder.
Max: Are you okay?
Liz: What? Yeah, I’m fine.
Max: Umm, okay... Why don’t you sit here?
She stared at the seat he was offering to her, then cast a longing glance over at the cushy chair on the other side of the room. He ran his fingers through her hair before gently cupping her cheek in his palm.
Max: Are you sure you’re okay? You’re awfully flushed.
She turned her dazed eyes to his dark ones, searching for the lust she was certain she’d only minutes ago been a part of.
Liz: When... (looks down) Why do we have our clothes on?
Max: (confused) Uh, Liz, it’s winter... We usually wear clothes when it’s cold... Or warm, for that matter.
Liz: Yeah, but... Weren’t we just...
Max: (concerned) Liz?
She shook her head to clear it of the lustful thoughts racing through her clouded mind.
Liz: Sorry... I guess I just... spaced out a bit.
Max: Umm, okay.
Liz: So, let’s get a look at this hunk of rock, shall we?
He merely nodded his head and guided her into the desk chair in front of the main monitor. She cleared her throat and focused her attention on the screen in front of her. He hovered behind her, resting his warm hands on her tensed shoulders.
Max: You sure you’re okay?
Liz: (annoyed) Enough, Max. I’m fine. (sighs) It looks like they’re... alien versions of negleria filarae. Waterborne parasites found in the blood cells of certain species of fish.
Max: Parasites? Well... That implies they need something to feed on... like an arm.
Liz: Maybe. But you said that they didn’t affect you.
Max: No. I got the feeling I didn’t taste good or something.
Liz: Then they didn’t react when Sheriff Valenti picked them up?
Max: No.
She eyed the crystal as she contemplated her options. She frowned as its unearthly glow seemed to be mocking her, every pulse of light it emitted appeared to be saying, “Not yours. Not yours.”
Liz: Did you hear that?
Max: Hear what?
He backed away, stepping to the door to make sure that they were still alone.
Max: There’s nothing out there.
Liz: (shakes head) Never mind. I just thought... (sighs) Anyway... It sounds like they’re not interested in terrestrial organisms.
He came back to the computer station, standing to Liz’s left and dividing his attention between the monitors and Liz.
Max: Well, except Laurie. They formed on her grave site.
Liz: So, maybe there’s something unique about her... Something the parasites are looking for.
Both stared at the screens, trying to find some hint that would solve their current problem.
Liz: Or there could be something unique about her grave site. It’s in Frazier Woods, right?
Max: Right.
She dug around in her purse, searching for her cell phone. Max watched her movements, wondering what she was doing.
Max: Did you think of something?
Liz: Kind of... Is Isabel still seeing that guy? From the woods?
Max: Grant? I don’t think so. Why?
Liz: Hold on...
She dialed the still-familiar number to the Evans residence, breathing a sigh of relief when Isabel answered the phone.
Liz: Isabel. Hi, it’s Liz. We need you to do something.
Max: (snorts) Good luck.
She shot him an annoyed glare but continued her phone conversation.
Liz: We need information... the kind we could get from someone who knows a lot about local geology. Sound familiar?
She flinched at Isabel’s response, finally holding the phone away from her tender ear as the other girl continued to rant and curse. When she finally detected a pause, Liz jumped back into the conversation.
Liz: Listen, I’m not being cute, or any of those other things, and I’m not even sure if half of those are physically possible. Just... Please? We need whatever information you can get on Frazier Woods.
She closed the phone and closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breaths before returning her attention to Max. She could tell that he was barely suppressing a smile.
Liz: (sighs) Just let it out.
He erupted in a fit of laughter, which she couldn’t help but join. Once they had calmed down, they went over the options for further experimentation on the crystal. Over an hour later, Isabel finally stormed through the door to Brody’s office.
Isabel: You owe me so big. Both of you.
Liz: What did you find out?
Isabel: So he has about fifty experiments going on in Frazier Woods, all of which he explained to me in excruciating detail, but the common thread through each one is the water table.
Max: What about it?
Isabel: The woods are unusual because the water’s so close to the surface. In some places, it’s less than three feet below ground.
Liz: You know, if the parasites really are waterborne - and that’s just a theory - they might be in the water table.
Max: Yeah, but how would alien parasites get in the water table in the first place?
Liz went back to the computer and drew up the state’s web site. After fiddling around for a few minutes, she found what she wanted. Max and Isabel stood at her sides, curious to see where she was going with this.
Liz: Okay. Uh, this is a map of the water table for the entire county.
Max: It looks like a bunch of, uh, rivers.
Liz: Yeah, that’s basically it. The water flows from one area to another through, uh, a system of underground rivers and streams... (pointing) Frazier Woods.
She magnified the viewing window, giving them a better look at the map.
Isabel: So the stream passes right underneath the grave site.
Max: Let’s see the rest of that stream.
After zooming out of the picture and expanding their view, she closed her eyes at her own stupidity.
Liz: Oh, my God.
Max: What?
Another click on the map revealed more information, which she knew she should have thought of much earlier. She’d been too concerned with her fantasy and experimenting on the crystal to fully analyze the external factors.
Liz: Do you know what that is? It’s Pohlman Ranch.
Isabel: The crash site.
Liz: Yeah. The stream passes right beneath it.
Max: (winces) That means that the parasites might have been on our ship.
Liz: Somebody kidnaps a girl and buries her in the ground so a bunch of alien parasites can... I mean, can do what to her we don’t know, and... and then how does he know about these parasites? Is he human, or is he alien? Are these things dangerous to normal people in Roswell?
The trio looked back and forth between all three of them before Liz and Isabel rested their sights on Max. He frowned, anticipating the next question heading in his direction.
Isabel: Okay. Where do we go from here, Max?
Max: I have absolutely no idea.
Liz: We need help. I wish you guys could just phone home.
Isabel: (sighs) Wouldn’t that be nice?
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and Brody Davis walked into the room. The three teens turned to him, shocked by his sudden appearance.
Brody: Max, could you- Oh. Hello.
Max: Sorry. We were just, uh, using some of the equipment for a, uh, a science project. I hope you don’t mind.
Brody: Oh, of course not. Uh, can you let me know when you’re done?
Max: We won’t be long.
Brody: Okay.
He quickly left the office, leaving the group grateful that he hadn’t pressed for more information, but alarmed that he had taken them by surprise. Isabel stared thoughtfully out the now open door as Max and Liz exchanged worried glances.
Isabel: Max, didn’t you say that there was an alien at the summit who reached out with his mind and possessed Brody’s body?
Max: Right.
Isabel: What if that connection goes both ways? What if we can send a signal back through Brody?
*I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but them's the breaks, kids. If you're looking for more hot action, may I refer you back to every other chapter up until now? lol Thanks for reading and posting replies, even if it's only to let me know how horribly confused you are. I think we're all lucky I've got a notebook filled with notes, so... Yes, there is some order within this madness, and there is an end in sight.
-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