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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Roswell is the property of its creators, and not me. The title Down Poison is the property of 3 Doors Down. As well as the lyrics to Kryptonite.
Summary: Don't know quite yet. Stick with me. Max is a reincarnated alien king. And has the strangest memories. What happens when he meets the elusive Liz Parker? And is she human or alien?
A/N: Umm...new story. I finished a 5 page paper on copyright infringement, while listening to free music on Napster, and flipping back here every so often...and heard the song Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down, which I love. And so this story somehow was born. Haven't written a story with aliens since Static Fight, so I hope this will turn out ok.
Banner by the lovely and talented Behrsgirl77.
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Part 1
Her lithe body swayed to the heavy tempo of the music. Small hands that had once traced the contours of his smooth body, swept through the shiny strands of brunette hair that had once tickled his bare chest. He released the breath and approached her. The shock on her face was evident. A small trickle of sweat slid down her back and she smiled, pulling him into her. Pulling him through the music, into her eyes. The gold flecks shone brilliantly.
He smiled, feeling his body loosen as they pulsated together. People bumped into him, but his sense of privacy was gone. He was completely open, open to the experience, open to the beautiful girl grinding with him in the very public setting.
Her slick arms wrapped around his damp torso, forcing him to move faster. Her lips moved to the music, the sound lost in the crowd. His heart warmed as she ran her hands over her body. Her head shook as she danced, the music slowing, her movements flowing softly as she screamed along to the music.
He closed his eyes, remembering.
Her body, nearly naked, her breasts rubbing tantalizingly into his bare chest. Her long brown hair shimmered in the moonlight as it flowed around them, a blanket protecting them from the outside world. Her legs were encompassed in a scrap of fabric she had dared to call a skirt. His were exposed, a thin blanket sheltering him from her.
Not for long, he couldn’t help but hope.
The music played softly in the background, barely reaching his ears through the muffled groans and breathy moans coming from the brunette.
His hands were tied above his head. Captive in his own bed. She was going to be the death of him.
She reached down, stretching off his body long enough to slide the skirt down her legs. He moaned softly. The breathy expectant sound reached her ears, causing her to smile.
“Soon.” She whispered, standing before him in his room in only black lace underwear. Conservative, no, sexy, hell yes. He whimpered, unashamed. “Soon.” She smiled sexily, her pupils dilated, the blackness threatening to engulf him. His eyes closed as she touched him. Briefly. Her touch felt like electricity to his aroused skin.
She slipped her underwear off and he smiled hungrily. She crawled back onto his naked body, positioning her heat above his arousal. He moaned again.
He had no problem giving her the control of it was going to be like this.
She slipped off of him hesitantly.
His eyes popped open quickly.
“Soon.” She whispered again, stepping back into that tantalizingly short skirt. She picked up that tiny black silky blouse she had come in, and shimmied back into it.
He looked at her, the confusion blazing in his eyes.
She smiled and slipped a small silver knife out of her top. Flipping it open, she approached him, and cut the restraints holding him hostage. He tried to reach for her, but she placed her hands on his head, holding him down. She leaned over and touched her glossy, red lips to his parched one. They graced them softly, a kiss of future promises.
“Soon, my king.” She whispered again as he slipped off into sleep.
He pulled her off the dance floor as she followed willingly. Pushing her against the wall, he wondered how he knew her. His warm lips crashed down on her glossy lips, the scent of cinnamon rolls, vanilla, and cotton candy wafted into his nose. Her smooth lips parted, his tongue slipping into the deep recesses of her mouth, as their minds opened, forming a connection immediately.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, gasping for air. A small smile settled on her lips as she gazed adoringly at him. “Welcome back, my king.”
Yup, he was home now.
<center>I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind.
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
But I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon</center>
Last edited by Lorastar on Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:40 pm, edited 6 times in total.
Thanks so much for all the feedback you guys, I loved and appreciated it all!
Ashley, *laughs* Have I become one of those writers who stuff you just have to read? That would make me so happy! I haven't felt like a good writer since I was finished with Static Fight! Don't worry, this will definetly have a dreamer ending, since I'm a die hard dreamer. I kinda figured out how it'll work...it's kinda lies, intrigue, and assassination. No more papers! Please! I just finished my business plan for Intro to Business and am so TIRED of papers. Thank goodness I only have one more left! Sometimes it sucks to be a procrastinator.
francesca
Thanks! Oh... you'll find out soon who she is. Possibly someone from the past... tee hee.
behrlyliz
Thanks. You'll find out soon about Liz's species. Very soon. But not in this part.
Emz80m
Thanks!
Sarah
Thanks! Ah, this part doesn't really answer any questions...more questions to be asked!
roswell3053
Thanks! Hope you like this next part!
candycane14
He definetly remembers her from the past. And such interesting memories he has of her. Thanks!
BehrObsession
Thanks! Hope you like this next part.
belleoftheball
Thanks! Hope you like this next part!
Nadine
Thanks! Hope you like what comes next.
And thanks to the lurkers for reading!
This is just another transition chapter, not much happens, but it'll start picking up soon. Probably after a night of math quizzes. Procrastination REALLY sucks when it comes to math. Anyone good at math that can help me out? I understand algebra, liked it in HS, but it's kickin' my butt right now! So...gotta go clean my room. Lactose free milk doesn't smell so good when left out. *laughs* I'm such a slob.
And enough of the rambling....
<center>Part 2</center>
Max Evans sat at the table, silently shaking the bottle of Tabasco sauce above his tacos. His mouth watered as the scent of the shredded beef, rice, and vegetables reached his nose. Slowly, he sat the bottle back on the table and reached for a text book. Psychology 101.
He opened the book and took a bite, the crispy shell crunching between his teeth.
Dust drifted around him as a car pulled into the parking spot off the small freeway.
Max grabbed a napkin and wiped at the Tabasco sauce dribbling down from his lips.
“Can I sit?” A laughing voice reached his ears.
Max looked up.
“What you do to me.” He whispered lovingly, stroking the underside of her arm softly, adoringly. “You make me want to give it all up just to be with you.”
Her smile faded.
“Zan. Promise me something.”
His smile drooped slightly, as he watched her stand and pace in front of his bed.
“Anything.”
“Focus on being king. Don’t let me come first. Zan.” She stopped pacing and her gaze penetrated his eyes. “Promise me.” Her voice grew agitated.
“Why?”
“Because horrible things will happen if you put me first.”
He smiled. “Like what? What will my love for you cause?”
She felt like crying, a sob stuck in her throat, tears stinging in her eyes. Her voice was choked as she stood before him, naked and vulnerable. “The end of the world.”
Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail today., slightly poofed at the top. He nodded, still chewing, and moved his other books off the table.
She smiled and sat across from him. Silently, he handed her the bottle of Tabasco sauce. She giggled softly as she poured it onto her tacos. Putting the bottle back on his side of the table, she took a bite.
Her moan of satisfaction reached his ears.
“Zaan.” Her voice cried, choking her softly. “Oooh. Baby.”
He rested his head on her bare shoulder. His skin shined under the moonlight, the silver light catching on the dampness covering his back.
Her nails scratched his back and he pushed into her harder, forcing another moan from her dry lips. She pushed the sheet away from them as he slowed his pace, smiling at her. Hungrily, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. Her tongue forced his lips open, forced him to give himself to her.
His motions ceased as she plundered his mouth. Quickly, she pushed his shoulder, pushing until they flipped positions. Settling on his lap, his manhood still buried deep inside of her, she kissed him hard. He opened himself to her. Allowed her to take everything he had.
She would always come first.
It was his turn to moan, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she began moving over him. Her heated core tight around him as she moved slowly, before picking up the pace and slamming down on him.
The smell of vanilla reached his nose as their bodies raced towards completion.
He was staring at her. She smiled shyly and looked down at the book.
“Psych, huh?”
He shook his head, scattering the memories of her sweet flesh from his mind.
“Umm…what?”
She gestured to the book, another small smile gracing her face. “Psychology. What major are you?”
“Oh. Umm…pre med. Just getting some GE credits out of the way.”
She took a bite of the taco and nodded. Slowly, she chewed and swallowed. Making eye contact with him, she spoke softly. “Healing. It’s something you were born to do.”
“Why are you so familiar?”
She stood hesitantly, crumpling her wrapper in her smooth hand. A diamond ring twinkled on her left ring finger. “Not here.” With that, she smiled sadly and walked away from him. She squeezed the wrapper tightly in her hand, causing it to burst into flames, dissolving the paper into nothing. Her hand was empty as she climbed into her flame red Mitusbishi Lancer.
I'm in a shitty mood...so I decided to get off my ass and post the part I have waiting for you guys. Not much happens. Hope you like it anyway. Halfway done with the part after it. It'll be longer.
He closed the door behind him softly, his alien powers locking the door automatically. She knelt on the tan carpeted floor, picking up the broken pieces of a crystal vase that had shattered only seconds ago. Pink roses littered the floor around her legs. She smiled lightly as he stealthily stalked closer to her.
“I wondered how long it was going to take for you to come.” Her voice was quiet, low in the darkness of the room. He couldn’t help but think of it as one of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
His responding voice was hoarse. “You were expecting me?”
“I’ve been expecting you since the first time you stepped into the Crashdown, Max Evans.”
She turned and smiled as he stood behind her awkwardly.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her tight red shirt as it strained against her chest. Her chest swelled with each breath she took, as she easily made her way around the busy café. She smiled at customers and handed them their food before floating to the next booth.
“Welcome to the Crashdown, I’m Liz. What can I get you today?”
His eyes dilated as she smiled at him. The pupils of her own eyes swelled and sparkled, recognizing the alien.
“A blood of alien smoothie, please.”
He blinked and the spell was broken.
“Great. I’ll be right back with that.”
She walked away and smiled as his gaze remained on her ass.
He took a step closer.
“Who the hell are you?”
She stood up and walked closer to him.
Laughing, she replied. “You know who I am, King Zan. You don’t forget people who meant that much to you.”
Max’s hand reached out and she took it. His eyes slammed shut as the memories slammed into him.
“How many?!”
“I don’t know”
His grip on her neck tightened.
“How many?” His eyes blazed with anger as he held the girl he loved.
“I don’t know. Ten. Maybe fifteen. I didn’t stop to count.”
His eyes narrowed and she tried not to shudder, tried to stay indifferent to the anger pouring at of him. It didn’t work. Tears welled in her eyes.
He didn’t release her.
“Why?”
“I did it to save you! They had to die or they would kill all of you. I did it for you, Zan.”
“They were my soldiers!”
“They were traitors!”
“Just like you.”
She cried out in pain.
“Liz.” His voice was choked as he blinked away the tears.
She licked her lips, tears welling in her own eyes.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
With that she lifted her hand to his chest and willed his strong heart to stop.
<center>I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end</center>
Last edited by Lorastar on Wed May 24, 2006 12:17 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Hi, everyone! I'm back! This part is quite longer than the others, so I hope it makes up for me taking such a freakin' long time to get it to you! Sorry about that!
Anywho...
candycane14, yup, yup. She's trying to kill him. What an awful alien she is! *laughs* It'll take a while for everything to come out in the open. So this part really answers zero questions.
francesca, wish I could answer all the questions, but that would defeat the purpose of the mystery I'm trying to weave. Btw, love the avi!
Nadine, it'll be revealed soon. Kinda.
Tanya! Yea, it is tough finding time to read a 20 part story! Thanks! Yup, she was definetly trying to kill him. I have the whole story half planned in my head, so you'll see why in the next few parts. I'll let you on that secret soon!
roswell3053, no answers in this part, really, but SOON! Very soon!
behrlyliz, don't blame you. I'm not really giving you much to go off of in this story! The next few parts will really show why Liz is doing what she is, why she is who she is. Mainly the part after this one.
mlover25, *laughs* You'll find out soon! She has a reason, even if it's not the most logical one!
Wendy, confusion seems to run abundant amongst my lovely readers now! Her reason for trying to kill him will be revealed in part 5.
BehrObsession, Sorry for being away for so long! I didn't mean to! This part won't really answer any questions, just cause more.
Gin, whoo! You needed a Lora fix? How cool is that?! Resurrection should be updated...soon. I'm glad you came and checked this one out, too. School is the most horrible thing ever. I'm so ready to just leave and not come back. Unfortunately...I signed up for intro to government for summer term. *bleh* Sorry it took so long to update!
L-J-L 76, thanks! Hope you like this next part.
Erina, yup, the flashback from their past life meant Liz had killed that many of Zan's soldiers. And at the end she was trying to kill him. They're such an odd couple. Quasi-couple who just met. It's complicated.
Bri+Jason2380, *laughs joyfully* One of a kind? Yay for me! Thank you so much! It's definetly unlike the rest of my stories, which is great fun! It's so amazing how different of a feeling you get writing different stories. This part probably won't help much with the confusion, but part 5 should.
Ashley! Hi! What's going on? Quite simple...Liz is a psychopath and trying to kill Max. Who she just met. Kinda. He got upset about her killing soldiers because he doesn' completely understand. He hasn't really learned much about his life on Antar, so it's a lot to take in. Plus, now he has more doubts about trusting her, since he knows she can kill without remorse. She definetely remembers much more than he does, but that will slowly change. This part doesn't really answer any questions, but the next part definetly wil. The voting was close! I was surprised! I guess I'll alternate! You know...using that logic, she should always plan on being busy! I'd rather have nothing to do than be swamped!
Thank you to everyone for reading my forray into insanity! Btw, this will probably be my last fanfic, so I'm hoping to make it good to thank everyone who has been reading my work for the past few years. Thank you everyone who has been interested in my work! I heart each and every one of you!
And here's the next part.
Part 4
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
With that, she lifted her hand to his chest and willed his strong heart to stop.
*~*~*~*~*
He felt the first jolt of energy thundering through his body and looked at her tiny hand in shock. Was she really going to kill him?
Max lifted his own hand and swatted her away. She crumpled onto the ground, staring at him with those dark lined eyes. He stood above her and laughed.
“Some things don’t change, huh?”
“I guess not. You always did want to kill me.”
“You’re a murderer!”
“You never listened to my side!”
He laughed, stepping closer to her tiny form. Kneeling by her side, he stroked her hair gently.
“So the murderer has a side? That’s rich.”
She reached her hands up and cupped the side of his face.
“I loved you, Zan.” Her voice was tender and quiet as she whispered the words.
“And then you tried to kill me.”
Smiling softly, she traced the pattern of his five o’clock shadow.
“Your memories are back.”
He frowned and tried to pull away from her. She pulled him closer to her, her sweet breath grazing his warm face. Her eyes closed as she drifted closer and closer to him before her lips gently blazed against his. His own warm lips opened and embraced hers softly.
“Sorry. I just really needed to do that.”
She smiled at him, softly smoothing his hair out of his eyes.
“It’s okay, Zan. I’ve wanted you to do that since the minute we met.”
The gentle breeze reached them, playing gently with their hair. The red, flowing skirt on her dress fluttered in the warm, rose scented air. Her lips shimmered in the moonlight. His arms wrapped around her tightly as they stood in the shadows, hidden from the guests at the palace.
Lips met again and again. Lips caressed. Lips touched intimately. Lips spoke of future passion. Soft kisses for a new couple.
She rested her forehead against his and giggled softly as he struggled to find his breath.
“Whatever would your darling Ava say if she saw us out here?”
He captured her lips quickly, kissing her hungrily, greedily. She gave herself up to him, to this kiss, to this love. His tongue stroked her lower lip and they opened to him quickly. It entered her mouth softly, making love to her mouth, touching her intimately.
“I live for you, Lisette, not Ava.”
She smiled sincerely, “I love you, darling Zan. This lifetime and the next.”
He pulled away from her.
Eyes still closed, she smiled and touched her fingertips to her glossless lips.
Max ripped her hand away from her face and shoved it to the ground. His hands held her forcefully, pinning her to the ground. His face lowered menacingly towards hers before his lips sought out contact with her supple pair.
He kissed her roughly. Searching for answers. Searching for truth from a traitor he had once loved. His lips attacked hers, ripping them apart, his tongue plundering her sweet mouth. She whimpered softly, inspiring him to continue.
“Zan! Zan!” Vilandra called out to him, running down the hallway of their castle. Her heels clicked loudly on the stone floor. He turned and watched as she ran, her long skirts flowing around her, her hand clenched around the arm of her newest friend and study partner. He stood still, waiting for them to catch up with him.
Vilandra was out of breath as she stopped next to her brother. Her friend, a pretty brunette dressed in a forest green gown, stared at the ground, bowing slightly.
“Your highness.”
Vilandra and Zan laughed.
“Honestly, Lisette, no need to bow to us.”
Lisette stood straight and smiled at Zan. She stuck her hand out and made eye contact with him. He gasped as he stared the beauty in the eye, gold flecks glowing in her dark eyes. “Nice to meet you, Zan. Lon’s told me so much about you.”
He smiled and took her hand, shaking it heartedly. “Nice to meet you, too, Lisette.”
He held onto her hand a few seconds longer than necessary, still staring her in the eye. She smiled again, looking down shyly as he clung tightly to her hand.
“Zan!” The cloying voice called out to him from around the corner. “Zan, where are you?”
He let go of her hand as the figure turned the corner and squealed at him. “Zan! I’ve been looking just EVERYWHERE for you! We need to meet with the wedding planners.” She reached him, her blonde curls flying around her pale face. “Come on! We need to hurry!” Her hand clung to his arm, and she pulled, ignoring the two other girls her beloved stood with.
“Excuse me.” He turned to his sister and Lisette and smiled at them both. “I’m off. It was a pleasure to meet you, Lisette. Lon, I’ll see you at dinner tonight.”
He missed the scheming smile on his sister’s face as she said goodbye, his back turned. His ears were filled by the shrill voice yakking on and on about flowers and seating arrangements.
She pulled away from him, her eyes shut tightly.
“Stop.”
“No.” He growled, attacking her lips once again.
She struggled against him, trying to keep her memories to herself.
He stopped kissing her. Stopped raining vicious little kisses on her lips and face.
“Tell me.”
“No.” Her eyes stayed shut, keeping him out.
“Now.”
Her eyes whipped open, golden sparks fluttering.
His hand traced her cheekbone softly, his eyes gazing into the melting beauty of her eyes. The golden flecks sparkled, dancing in the darkness of the room.
“Did you kill her, too?”
Liquid sparkled in her eyes, tears twinkling in the moonlight as a broken smile graced her face.
“I killed no one important to you.”
He kissed her again. She whimpered in protest, his lips molesting hers. His hands pinned her to the ground, her wrists protested against the restrain the used, the force he applied to her thin frame.
One hand released her, traveling to her rib cage. She relaxed slightly, giving herself into the kiss. His lips softened slightly, warmed briefly as the kiss became less a means of getting answers and more about passion.
He inhaled the heady scent of her perfume. The vanilla scent ravished his nose. Hands trailed under shirts of their own accord. His hands released her hands and trailed over her smooth warm flesh. They hooked onto the silky material encompassing her body. Rough tugs forced her off the floor, her back arching as he ripped the shirt open and off her tan body.
His hands returned to her flesh, warming it dangerously. They skimmed the surface of her sweet body. Fingers fluttered over the flat stomach, drifting towards the scanty bra that hid her breasts. His palm smoothed over her ribs, electrifying her. They slid up the black lace of her bra, rough calluses caught and snagged on the delicate lace.
He growled, nipping on her neck as she arched into his touch.
Alien powers and nimble fingers discarded the black material, casting it across the room.
She moaned lightly, melting into his touch.
“You love me?”
Hands entwined and squeezed as they lay on the bed.
“More than life itself,” she replied. “I’d do anything for you, my love.”
“Would you kill for me?”
“Anyone.”
Love flowed through their connection as naked bodies entwined once again. Soft, succulent flesh melted against his supple muscles.
He moved against her, inside of her.
He held her hands in his, pinned above her head,
“Marry me.” He grunted, staring into her yes.
She gasped, tears welling in her eyes.
“Of course.”
She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. The roughness of his shirt scratched her and she pulled at it, frustrated. Although only his shirt separated them, it was entirely too much between them. She whimpered softly as his lips trailed wet kisses from the side of her mouth to her neck.
“I love you, Max.” She whispered softly.
He stopped cold and pulled away from her. Cold eyes were trained on her, his hand raised in her direction.
He stood up and straightened his shirt with his spare hand.
She looked at him and bit her lip.
“I want answers.” His voice came out threateningly.
She stood up slowly and calmed her breathing.
“Or what? You’ll kill me?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Don’t do that.”
He glared at her. “Why shouldn’t I?”
She smiled happily. “It’s simple. One, I have the answers you’ve wanted your whole life. You kill me, the answers are gone. Two, your friends. Your family.”
His hand straightened.
“Don’t threaten my family.”
Liz laughed, shaking her head.
“I would never. I’m just saying, your sister and second in command are dating my best friends. You kill me, my friends blame you. Hence your family is unhappy because they’re in love and single again.”
She sat down on the black couch and crossed her legs. Looking around the room for her top, she attempted to straighten her appearance.
“And three.” She looked straight at him. “You’re still in love with me.”
<center>If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be
There a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite</center>
Thanks to everyone for the fb! It means so much to me!
<center>midnightstar29
Ashley - where are you? I haven't seen you in so long! Come back out and play!
BehrObsession
RosyLady
behrlyliz
roswell3053
Bri+Jason2830
Nadine
candycane14 who's not really 14.
L-J-L 76
mlover25
Alex Balex
Liz2Infinity
Michelle17
and
Laira</center>
Part 5
The music flowed over him, like soft waves drowning a willing victim. He yearned for something to take away the memory. For something to release him from the otherworldly guilt bearing down on his tense shoulders.
No release came.
And so his shoulders grew more tense as he stared at the popcorn ceiling of his small apartment. The room was barren, little showing for his life on this world. His clothes were folded somewhat neatly and stacked carefully in his dresser drawers. His school books were stacked neatly in the bedside table. His personality, like his deepest, darkest, secrets, was hidden.
He stood up reluctantly, reluctant to fight against the waves of music he had been drowning in.
This wasn’t helping him.
He needed answers.
He needed Liz.
*~*~*~*
He could see her body as he sat there.
The curtain hid her defining features, but unfortunately, not her complete form. He watched, mesmerized as she ran the sponge over her lithe body, washing away the desert grime.
She smiled as she washed her hair, and ran conditioner through the dark, long strands.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry.”
Her smile faded as she rinsed her hair and turned off the water.
“For what?”
He had so much to be sorry for that he didn’t know where to start. Should he apologize for today? For forcing himself upon her to find answers? Or should he apologize for their past life together? For making her his mistress when he was betrothed to another? For loving her and making her love him when they were destined to spend their lives apart? Or maybe he should apologize for the way things ended.
That seemed like a good place to start.
She opened the shower curtain and all thoughts disappeared.
She was more beautiful than he had remembered. His mouth dried as his eyes trailed over her tan, slim body. Her hair hung down her back in a wet sheet, clinging to the smooth skin. Her breasts were perky, the perfect size for his hands, although they already knew that. Her stomach tapered in, her ab muscles firm and tight. Her body was hairless and Max fought the urge to run his hands over it.
She reached for a towel, smirking lightly.
“For what?” She asked again, drying off her form, starting with those long legs.
“For killing you.” He replied shortly, watching as her actions ceased.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied nonchalantly, “it’s all in the past.”
“Liz,” he protested, “I need to do this.”
His hands reached for her and grasped the towel. Pulling it closer to him, she followed willingly.
“Zan, really, I’m over it.”
But he could see the tears pooling in her golden eyes, even though he was pulled to stare at other assets she possessed.
“Stop calling me that!” Anger erupted suddenly, surprising them both. “Who am I, Liz? Am I Max or am I Zan?”
Tears were suddenly absorbed and she smiled sadly, wistfully.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
He sighed and pulled her small body closer to him. Running his hands over her arms, he felt warm and strangely at ease.
“I haven’t been Zan since we hatched.” He stopped all movement and stared at her questioningly.
His hands itched to touch her. He shifted uncomfortably as a certain part of him grew exponentially watching her run her hands over her own body. What he wouldn’t do to feel those hands running over his body.
Unable to take another second of torture, he pulled her body to him until they were touching. His hand found it’s way into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
She tensed for a second before melting into his touch. He pulled her down until she was straddling his legs on the small couch in the bathroom. He didn’t ask questions, just traced the contours of her face with one hand, the other still wrapped in her hair.
Liz smiled as he stared into her eyes, the brilliant gold flecks beginning to glow brightly.
He gasped, his own eyes glowing in response, the darkness overwhelming the tawny brown. His lips crashed into hers, crushing her head to his own.
Liz squirmed slightly on his lap, causing Max to grown and hold her tighter to him. His tongue teased at the seam of her lips, urging her to open and let him in.
She did so, any inhibitions flying out the window as his tongue teased and probed at her.
”Zan!”
Her voice was full of laughter as he lifted her in the air and spun them around. She felt like she was flying, her body light and her mind full of happiness.
He smiled, just from her voice and the smile that blazed brilliantly over her face. He would do anything to make her smile.
The pool sparkled between the trees, hiding them from anyone’s prying eyes.
He had brought her here as a special treat. To get them away from the palace, away from Ava and her prying eyes. Here, they could be alone. Here, they could be together. Here, there was an absence of guilt.
He lowered her to the ground, her eyes sparkling brightly in the noon sunshine.
Her arms held him tightly to her, a small smile still playing on her lips.
“God, I love you.” He whispered, his voice choked.
The smile erupted quickly.
“And I you, Zan. And I you.”
Zan’s warm lips crushed hers, with bruising force. She willingly accepted the kisses, the passion quickly overwhelming her. His fingers danced on her collarbone, causing her skin to erupt with goose bumps, her body shivered.
“I want you, Lisette. You’re all I want.”
She smiled shyly, her head ducked.
“You have me, my love. I’ve given you everything I have.”
He lowered her to the ground, her simple gown splaying around her on the small hill. His lips trailed sweet kisses around her face, her shoulders, her neck. Her eyes rolled back as she lost herself to the sensations.
Hands slid over sensitive spots, fevers grew, moans sounded, love came.
Max tilted his head back.
“What you do to me.”
His words were whispered, tortured.
She moaned in return, her naked body fevered, pressed into his fully clothed form.
“I don’t understand.” His mind was foggy. He didn’t know which way was up.
“Do you have to?” She asked loudly before reattaching her lips to his.
He melted against her body and shook his head slightly.
Ripping his mouth away for a second, he gasped. “No” before crashing his mouth back to hers.
The smell of vanilla overwhelmed his senses as he touched her, bringing them both to the point of no return.
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Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be
There a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite</center>
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