Author: Storm Wolfstone
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Roswell, this is just a fans imaginative twist. I do however own all NON Roswell characters as they have been copyrighted from my own books.
Rating: Adult
Category: Roswell/Original Characters
Couples: Cannon and Unconventional
Summary: What if Future Max decided to let Liz have the chance to experience what she was going to miss out on by having her Max fall out of love with her? And What if this other chance had unforeseen consequences? Prepare to see things unlike anything out there, where each action has a reaction of different forms. Where people that aren’t known are actually a part of keeping others alive.
Authors Note: This was supposed to be just a one shot, but it wouldn't stop writing itself. And it gained such a readership the first time around that I’m hoping those that read it will enjoy the additions I’ve made. I’ve added some things and rather then be considered purely as Roswell fanfiction, I’ve added so many parts even before when I was writing it that I might as well call it a crossover between Roswell and my own Sci-fi novels I’ve been writing. If anyone would like to make a banner for this fic, I would love it.
A/N 5-8-08 I was without net for a bit but I'm back and will be updating asap.
The Lyrics used in this prologue and first chapter are from L.A. Guns, It’s Over Now
Prologue
And I'm all alone
I wonder where you are
Who you're holding
And I'm wasting time
By the telephone
It gets harder when there's no way of knowing
I always thought we'd be together someday
There was nothing that could keep me away
Coulda worked it out somehow
But it's over now
Thought you'd be comin' 'round
But it's over now
When I close my eyes
I can see your face
There was still so much to discover
All the time we shared
Can't be erased
Now you're in the arms of another
I always thought we'd be together someday
There was nothing that could keep me away
Coulda worked it out somehow
But it's over now
Thought you'd be comin' 'round
But it's over now
If you broke my heart
I can't let it show
I can take the pain
I can't let you go
Some people change
I guess it had to be
Even though you're gone now
You still mean so much to me
Just another day
I'm still holdin' on
No matter how I try
I can't shake this feeling
Yeah I'm sitting here
Like nothing's wrong
I'm still lookin' for someone to believe in
I always thought we'd be together someday
There was nothing that could keep me away
Coulda worked it out somehow
But it's over now
As Liz lay there with Kyle, laughing and having a sort of fun she hadn’t thought she was capable of having, she couldn’t help but think that this side of Kyle was interesting. She knew that she could never tell him why she needed him to do this, but she would always be grateful for it. “So… umm… Kyle. When Max healed you… did you ever get flashes of things… images?”
“No, can’t say as I have.”
“Oh.”
“Although, since he’s healed me I’ve had some rather interested images flash through my head of Max Evans naked.” Kyle began laughing as Liz did. “Sorry, you left it wide open. Feels good to make you laugh again, its been a long time, Liz.”
“Yeah, it has. Thank you.” She smiles at him just as she sees out of the corner of her eyes, Max standing at the window. Looking up at him, she can’t help but feel guilt at the hurt she saw in his expression. When he walked away, she could feel her heart beating wildly, a pain spearing through her. She knew… she knew she would be hurting him and in turn hurting herself, but what was she supposed to do about it? She had no choice. She wouldn’t be responsible for the deaths of her loved ones by hanging on.
“Looks like it worked, Liz.”
“Yeah, thanks Kyle. Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to talk about my reasons.” She hugged Kyle a moment, forcing herself not to cry just yet. She was never going to have her marriage to Max. She would never make love to the man she loved with all of her heart and it was her fault.
As Kyle stood and dressed, Liz made her way into the bathroom and dressed herself. Future Max stood in there, his back turned. “You did good, Liz. I felt his heartache.”
“Great.” Liz couldn’t keep her self-loathing from edging her voice. When she was dressed she heard Kyle call out that he’d see her later and her bedroom door shut. She was surprised when the future version of her Max drew her into his arms, but she gave into it, wanting the comfort he offered. “God, I can’t believe what I just did to Max. What I just gave up.” She turned and began sobbing as he just held her.
A couple hours passed and it seemed as though time had yet to catch up to Future Max who had let Liz cry on him until she had exhausted her tears. “God, if somehow you are a trick I’ve just screwed up my entire life.” Liz commented no conviction in her voice because she was completely drained emotionally. “Max is the man I wanted to have be… my first and only…”
Future Max was silent as he looked at her, sitting beside her on her bed. Without a word, he reached out and lifted her chin so that she was looking straight at him. He knew he shouldn’t, that he might not even have enough time, but he wanted her to know that he wasn’t a trick and some of what she was giving up. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against hers gently. He felt her hesitate for only a moment before she responded, her arms going around his neck.
In a way, this would be the only time for both of them because he wouldn’t exist. That thought spurred him on and without trying a connection was formed between him and this Liz. Images flashed through both of their minds, the moan from Liz driving him mad.
Liz hadn’t been expecting it, the kiss. Yet, after a moment she had given in, not wanting to draw away. The images that flashed through her mind, images of her and him in the future caused her to moan, especially with how intimate some had been. It was also enough to convince her that he wasn’t a fake. After several long heady moments, she drew back and looked into his eyes, her breathing raspy, “What… what are we doing?”
“I’m making love to the younger version of my wife.” Future Max replied and drew her onto his lap, kissing her again this time receiving more of a wanton abandon from Liz as she responded with equal passion. How could she not? At least, in a way she was going to lose her virginity to the man she loved, just a different version of him.
His kiss still made her feel as reckless with abandon as her Max had and she couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure that built in her as his hands slid beneath the back of her shirt, the feel of his hand on her skin sending shockwaves through her. “Max.” She gasped against his lips before he began trailing them over her neck, kissing her tender skin.
Ever so slowly, she felt his hands slide around to the front still beneath her shirt and the instant his fingers slid over her nipples through the fabric of her shirt she gasped with the heat that spread through her. She couldn’t stop herself from shifting above him, the movement causing him to groan even as she felt the hardness of her shaft against her despite the fabric of both of their pants being between them.
Removing her arms from around his neck, she gave into the urge to remove her shirt and toss it to the floor. Her movement spurring him on as his hands unhooked the bra that thankfully snapped in the front. Letting it slip aside, he took in the sight before him and watched her face as he brushed his fingers along her nipple.
Liz arched against his touch, her eyes closing as she threw her head back. Her hands reached for his shoulders as though needing to hold onto him in order to remain steady. She wasn’t prepared for the electricity that flared through her when she suddenly felt his lips surrounding her nipple, “Oh…” She heard him moan against her skin and she was amazed by his reaction.
Her hands slid down over his back, reaching for the edge of his shirt, wanting it off of him, wanting his skin beneath her hands. He drew back long enough to help her remove it and then instantly returned his attention to her breasts, flicking his tongue over her pert nipples, nibbling and licking. “So, beautiful.” He murmured softly. His words thrilled her, more then she had expected them to.
Future Max was overwhelmed with pleasure as she responded so innocently yet seductively to what he was doing to her. He wanted to take his time, but he had no idea just how much time he would have before he’d cease to be and he wanted her to have her experience. This was what spurred him to shifting them on her bed until she was laying down and he was hovering above her. His lips trailed down over her cream flesh, the softness and light scent that was always Liz had him groaning with delight even as he tried to force himself to take extra time.
This was her first; he wanted her to always remember it. His hands reached her pants, which he deftly removed along with her black silk panties. He couldn’t keep from looking up along the contours of her perfect body with a smile. He remembered his first time with her had been the same type of undergarments, same clothing. When she was bared to his sight, he drew back a moment and simply looked at her, wanting to see her reactions.
Liz couldn’t stop herself from staring at the older version of her Max as he kissed her, touched her and then when he’d reached her pants she hadn’t even felt a moments hesitation. It didn’t matter to her that he was fifteen years older then her. He was Max. Age had no bearing. Her breathing heavy, the heat within her building to flames that she felt only Max could quench. “Max… please.” She found herself moaning and then suddenly his finger slid over her clit and she gasped, her hands clenching the covers at her sides.
Enjoying her reaction, he kissed his way back up her body, letting his fingers slide over her clit in rapid succession. As his lips found hers he kissed her like a man that needed a drug, Liz is addiction. Her hips arched up against his touch and it just made him want to be inside her so badly that his member was aching in its constraints. “I want you, Liz.” He murmured huskily against her lips.
The cries of pleasure his touch elicited, her movements spurred him on even as she felt the slickness that was building at her apex, causing him to let his fingers slip lower until he was slowly sliding a finger inside her warmth, the feeling causing him to groan with barely contained want.
“I… I want… you. Now, Max.” Liz gasped out as her hips bucked of their own according wanting so much more even though she had never let herself go so far as this, she was amazed by how it was feeling.
Given the urging by her words, he removed his pants quickly and pressed his firm length against her heat, “Are you sure?” He asked, his restraint wavering as he felt her heat so close to him. All Liz did was nod and nibble her lip in the way that had always had a power over him. Smiling, he thrust into her quickly; knowing that slow wouldn’t make it easy the first time. She cried out slightly and he could see the pain but he kissed her, staying still within her while he allowed her to get accustomed to his shaft within her.
When she began to relax, he slowly began thrusting in and out of her, his fingers returning to her clit as he took his time, building them both. “I love you, Liz.” He groaned out as he began moving quicker, feeling her muscles clenching around him. He couldn’t control his need any longer as he moved within her warmth, listening to her gasping; her hands reached up to his shoulders and he felt her nails dig in.
“I love you too, Max.” She cried out as she felt a white hot explosion flow over her and screamed at the intensity of the pleasure, her eyes closing as she shuddered beneath him. A moment later, she felt him become taut above her and give a final deep thrust, felt him quiver as he moaned out her name and before she could even think, he kissed her and suddenly he was gone.
Opening her eyes, she felt her tears slip down her cheeks and glanced around, knowing it was pointless. As she lay there for a few minutes, she suddenly realized that they hadn’t even used protection. Yet, somehow she felt as though everything would be fine. She’d been given a gift by having the chance to have the man she loved, despite it not being the same one, be her first and she would never forget that.