By: KaraGail
"Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended."
Category: Alex and Isabel Future Fic
Rating: Mature
A/N This story cam to me today while it was raining and I dedicating to my favorite league members... Trude, Karen, Nathan and Sybille
Part 1/1
“Why did I think I could do this?”Alex Whitman mumbled.
Liz Parker couldn’t help but to smile at her best male friend as he hid his face in arms folded on the table. She felt bad for his self inflicted misery, but knew he was making a big deal out of nothing.
“Come on, Alex. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” She tried reassuring him.
Alex quickly lifted his head to pin her with his intense green gaze, “This is Isabel Evans we are talking about. It’s the best or nothing.”
Liz shook her head, “You forget that she is no longer Isabel Evans, but Isabel Whitman.” She reached across and placed a hand over his, “Alex, you know she has changed since highschool.”
He let out a long sigh, “I know, but I want to give her the best.”
His friend grinned at him, “Well, she got the best the day she finagled a date to the prom with you.”
Alex felt the smile spread his lips at the memory of Isabel, the girl of his dreams, slipping through his window, late at night, and practically begging him to ask her to the prom. He had held out as long as possible but her eyes had been so full of emotion that he finally let down all the defenses that he had placed around his heart where she was concerned.
“I don’t know how I am the best for her. She could have anyone she wanted and instead picked the scrawny kid who loved computers and played in a garage band.”
Liz gave his hand a squeeze, “She knows what she has, Alex, and she wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”
Alex glanced down at the gold band that Isabel had put on his finger almost a year ago. His marriage was the most important thing to him and he had vowed to make his bride happy.
“Will you help me?” he looked back over at Liz with hope shining in his eyes.
“Of course.”
****
Isabel was exhausted.
She had just spent the last three hours arguing with the chef who was to prepare the dinner for one of the events she was planning. There had been many times that she had to force herself not to use her powers on the irritating pompous man.
It had not been the way she cared to spend her birthday.
Isabel sighed at the thought. She was now 24 years old and she couldn’t help but wonder how the time had flown by so fast. It seemed like yesterday that her parents found Max and her on that stretch of deserted highway.
Opening the door to the house that she had spent the past year fixing up with her husband, Isabel hoped to be able just to spend the rest of the evening relaxing with him.
“Alex?” she called out tiredly as she kicked off her high heels from her feet and let out a sigh of relief, “I’m home.”
Isabel got so much pleasure out of saying that. She really did have a home. One she shared with the only man she had ever loved.
“In here.” His voice called out and she began to follow it.
The house was rather dark but once she entered the dining room, Isabel was bathed in the warm glow of candle light. The scent of roses assailed her senses as she took in the hundreds of flowers that surrounded her and decorated the table.
A few feet away, Alex stood with a smile on his face and a single rose in his hand, “Happy Birthday, honey.”
The table was set for a dinner of two and a bottle of champagne sat in easy reach in a bucket of ice. She lifted an eyebrow and turned back to her husband with a smile of approval.
“I’m impressed.” She said and he seemed to sag with relief, “Who helped you?”
Alex’s smile quickly turned into a frown at her words, “Don’t you think I can come up with this on my own?”
Isabel stepped forward and took the rose from his hand while gazing into his eyes, “You forget that I have known you for 10 years and the last six have been in the biblical sense.”
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her nearer, “Your right. I didn’t want to blow it so I asked Liz for help.”
Isabel pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Just be glad you didn’t ask Kyle for help.”
Alex groaned, “You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Sweetie, he had you rushing to the Emergency Room with a twisted testicle.” She chuckled, “Do you have any idea how that phone call sounded?”
He grunted, “I should have never let Kyle show me how to play football.”
“If you had only caught the ball instead of letting it hit you in yours.” Isabel stated as she rubbed a hand along his back realizing for the first time that he was wearing her favorite suit and tie for the occasion.
Alex laughed again, “My wife the comedienne.”
Isabel pressed another kiss to his lips, this one much longer and with special attention paid to his full lower lip. She heard a low moan of pleasure and with a gentle nip with her teeth she pulled back.
“Kyle is just lucky that you are fine and still able to provide me children in the future. Otherwise, he would have seen what this alien princess is capable of.”
Alex grinned and waggled his eyebrows, “I am more than fine and will happily prove it to you at anytime.”
She gave him another smile as well as another gentle kiss, “So, husband, are you going to feed me?”
He bent his head and began to nibble on her neck, “I’d rather feed on you.”
Isabel reached up and slipped her fingers through his hair urging him on silently. Alex was very talented with his mouth and could usually make her forget everything except how he made her feel.
Finally it was Alex who stepped back and with a smile for his wife said, “More of that later.” He motioned toward the table, “My lady.”
He soon had her settled and began to serve her the meal that Liz and he had spent most of the afternoon preparing. Alex had almost driven his friend mad with his constant need for perfection for this evening.
The visit to the flower shop should have been a quick trip, but he had spent over an hour making sure he got the best and freshest flowers that they had. Even the trip to get her birthday present had taken longer than anticipated causing Liz to yell at him to hurry up and make a decision.
Dinner was a success as well as the pair of diamond earrings that he presented her right before the dessert. She had instantly fallen in love with the jewelry, removing the earrings she was currently wearing and replacing them with the new ones.
Alex was certainly pleased with how the evening was progressing and hoped that the next surprise will be loved just as much. He had not included Liz on his plans and he was still a little nervous that she would be disappointed that he had not planned a night on the town for her special day.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a bath while I clean up down here?” He suggested.
Isabel glanced at the pile of dishes, “Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.”
Alex leaned over and touched his lips to hers, “Not on your birthday. Now go before I change my mind.”
She smiled against his lips and with another gentle kiss of appreciation, Isabel got up from the table and headed to their bedroom. He was certainly going all out for her and she could feel the love that he was projecting in every action he took. Alex always made her feel special but tonight he was stepping up his game and for a moment she felt that she would melt in a pool of goo at his feet.
Entering their room and turning on the light she was surprised to find a gift wrapped box on top of their bed. She had figured that the diamond earrings were all she was getting this evening from him but it looked like he had other things in mind.
Going over to the bed Isabel saw a card on top of the package and quickly opened it:
To my wife:
Today is your birthday and, although we are not sure of the actual date, I like to think of it as the day that our futures became intertwined. I am blessed to have you as my wife, best friend and lover.
Happy Birthday with all my love,
Alex
Isabel felt the tears threaten to fall as she read his words. How had she ever denied him for so long? He was the best thing that ever happened to her and she was foolish to have pushed him away during those first two years
Brushing aside those depressing thoughts, Isabel began opening the package and inhaled deeply at the sight of the different scented massage oils, bath salts and the red silk robe that would feel like heaven against her skin. She gave a small smile as she thought of how Alex seemed to be obsessive in seeing her wear red.
Leaving the massage oils on the bed, Isabel took the rest into the bathroom with her while anticipation ran through her. She had a feeling that tonight would be one of those nights that she would never forget.
Isabel was disappointed when, 20 minutes later, Alex had not joined her in the tub. She got out, dried off and slipped her new robe on while wondering what her husband had up his sleeve.
Entering the bedroom, Isabel stopped dead in her tracks as she saw that Alex had brought up the candles and flowers. The lights were out, but the candles allowed enough light to find him putting a cd in the player.
Romantic music began to stream from the speakers and filled the air as he turned to her with a smile on his face. Isabel realized that all he had on was a pair of boxers that had a party hat alien theme all over them. She knew he must have picked them up from Amy Deluca’s shop.
“Cute.” She said as he moved closer to her.
“I figured that this was a special occasion and these seemed to fit the moment.” He grinned with a twinkle of mischief in his green eyes.
Isabel couldn’t help but check out the rest of her husband’s body. Who would have thought that the tall lanky teen would have filled out so well that he could make her heart nearly stop? He was gorgeous and he was hers.
“I see you got my present.” Alex’s voice went husky as he gazed down at the robe that barely touched her thighs.
“Mmmm” she replied as her hands began to race along his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin against her fingers.
Seeing where her thoughts were going, Alex took an unsteady breath and stepped back from her. He was not going to let his plans go to waste just because his wife made him hotter than a firecracker.
Isabel was disappointed by his sudden movement, but could see that he had other plans. She decided to follow along since she knew that in the end she would get what she wanted.
“Take your robe off and lay face down on the bed.” He motioned toward where he had placed a large fluffy blanket on their Queen size bed in hopes of keeping the sheet clean, “I am about to treat you to a birthday massage.”
Isabel grinned and began untying her robe, “That sounds like heaven.”
Alex let out a groan as the robe fell to the floor and his wife stood there before him in all of her radiant glory. How was he ever to get through this evening?
Isabel saw her husband’s dilemma and her heart raced as she slowly moved to the bed to lie down. Her husband followed and settled beside her and for a brief moment she knew that his gaze was sliding down her back and long legs.
‘You can do this, Alex.’ He told himself as he reached for the closest massage oil and squirted a little on his hands coating them.
The moment that his slippery hands made contact with her skin, Isabel sighed in pleasure and sunk deeper in her pillow. She could definitely get use to this kind of treatment from her husband.
Using soothing and languid strokes, Alex applied the oil down her back and across her shoulder. He knew his ministrations were having the desired effect when he felt her relax. He didn’t want her to relax too much, though.
His hands slid over the curve of her buttocks kneading them gently and causing Isabel to gasp in surprise. Alex leaned over and pressed a kiss to her neck as his roaming hands continued their play.
Alex had to remember that tonight was about Isabel and her pleasure. He didn’t plan to rush anything and so he took his time with the caresses that caused her to sigh and moan. He worked his way down as he brushed his fingers along the back of her knees and he couldn’t help but give a smile when he heard her breath catch.
“Alex.” She sighed his name right before surprising him by turning over.
“Isabel?” he questioned huskily as he felt his body react to the sight of her, once more. She was beautifully flushed with arousal while her nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch.
“It’s time for you to focus on the front.” She demanded of her husband.
Alex was happy to oblige as he settled his knees on either side of her so that he was sitting astride her hips. He began to brush his oiled fingers over her trembling stomach before reaching up to cup her voluptuous breast causing them to tighten even more in his grasp.
Unable to help himself anymore, Alex dipped his head and drew one peak into the hot recesses of his mouth causing Isabel to moan and slip her hands through his hair. Until that moment Alex had not known what flavor of oil he had picked out, but now he was able to taste and smell the peach scent that assailed his senses. He knew from that moment on that he would always be aroused by the scent and flavor of the sweet fruit.
“Oh God, Alex.” Isabel cried breathlessly as his fingers began a down ward journey that had a special destination where the throbbing had almost become unbearable.
Alex moaned at the feel of her velvety softness and it didn’t take him long to find the spots that always drove her crazy. She thrust her body up to meet his invading fingers and he lowered his head to capture her sweet mouth with his and Isabel was able to taste the peach flavor that now covered his lips.
Even before her first climax had ended, Alex had somehow removed his boxers and slipped into the cradle of her legs. The moment seemed to slow down as he gently eased into her tight still quivering passage.
“Isabel.” He whispered her name in awe of the moment.
She glided her hands down his smooth back, to his buttocks, urging him deeper as he began to slowly rock his hips. Isabel’s eyes closed as she gave herself over to the passion that he was stirring inside her as she once again began to climb another peak.
Alex could feel her tightening around him and knew that she was close and he was quickly in danger of falling over the ledge with her. He buried his face in her hair and let out a groan when her climax gripped her causing her body to shudder and moan in his arms. He couldn’t hold back any longer and with a final thrust a wave of completion surged through his body.
Still intimately joined, Isabel laid beneath him, sated and languid after such a thorough loving from her husband. She didn’t know if she could even form words at this moment but knew that he was feeling the same.
Finally she felt him lift his head to look down at her and she saw the love reflected in those gentle pools of green. Surprisingly she felt her body begin to quickly respond again to that look.
“Was today your birthday or mine?” he questioned with a shaky breath.
Isabel grinned up at him before stretching her head to stroke her tongue along his lower lip, “I don’t remember.” She caressed her lips against his, “mmmm you taste like a peach.”
Alex smiled before dipping his head to press kisses along her collarbone, “I think we both taste like peach.”
After a few more moments of gentle caresses, Alex looked down at his wife, “So how was your birthday?”
There was only one word in Isabel’s vocabulary that could describe the day and her husband, “Perfect.”
The End.
Kara