Roswell Fanatics

Chapter 11

Liz woke up to the sounds of water running and music. Serena was up and that bitch didn't have a hangover like I do. Liz sat up, rubbing her temples.

"What the hell happened last night, Serena?" Liz yelled. "What the hell did I drink?"

The last thing Liz remembered was being at the stripclub 'Green Alien Kitty'.

Last Night:

"Liz I don't think Isabel-." Kyle said as he followed Liz and Michael into the club. Serena and Max were behind them, both drunk as hell. Somehow Serena had slipped a couple of her shots into Max's drink and now he was giggling like a little school girl.

"Hush Kyle. I already okayed it with Isabel so we're gravy." Liz said as she winked at the only male who worked in the room; the bartender.

"What the hell was that about?" Michael asked as he watched with jealousy as Liz made her way over to the bartender.

"Don't know, don't care. My fiance gave my best 'man' the go ahead for a stripclub. Liz can do whatever the hell she wants."

The pair found seats by the front stage just as a tall, sexy blond walked out onto it. She had long blond hair and sexy green eyes that were hidden behind a green mask and silver antenna. She wore a tiny green two piece that barely covered anything. Kyle's jaw dropped as he watched her dance her way over to him, her long hair moving like a whip behind her.

"Stop drooling or else I tell Isabel-."

"You'll tell me what Michael?" Michael looked up and sure enough the 'stripper' was Isabel.

"Ew. Ew. Ew. That is just wrong. I gotta go wash my eyes out." Michael stood up and walked away while Isabel walked off the stage and stood in front of her fiance.

"What the hell is this?" Kyle snapped. Sure he was turned on but damn he didn't want anyone seeing what was going to be his.

"Liz's idea." She said with a smile as Kyle's hand found its way onto her thigh. "And she even..." Isabel bent over in front of him, his hand dropping onto her ass. "Got us a room."

Kyle's eyes popped. "For real."

"For real. For real." Isabel pulled Kyle up and lead him out of the front room, passing by Liz.

"Thank you." Kyle yelled over the music before he was gone from her sight.

"Nice." The bartender said with a smile.

"Dat's my job." Liz told him as she grabbed the drinks she pre-ordered and walked away. Michael had joined the total, full on make out couple, Serena and Max when Liz reached the table. She smiled at him then put the drinks on the table. "I come barring gifts." She said in a singsong voice.

"Oo, more drinks. I love ya Liz." Serena said pulling her lips away from Max long enough to take one shot before sharing it with him.

"Now that is just nasty." Michael whispered to her. Then he full on smiled. "And I didn't even recognize Isabel."

"That was part of the plan."

"Nice job."

"I do try."

"And you do succeed." Michael looked at Liz with something she'd seen only once; at Alex's funeral. "So, who is Tristan?"

"He's just a friend, Michael and before you ask no, he doesn't know." Then Liz jestered with her chin to Serena. "Neither does Serena, so you're good."

"Are you...good Liz?" He asked.

"Always right to the point are we?"

"That's just how I am." Michael said with a smug look on his face. "So answer the question."

"I am...about to go on. Wait for me."

"What?" Liz winked at him, then disappeared. Michael sat dumbstrucked. What the hell did she mean-?

"And now introducing Little Parker Ranger."

Liz walked out onto the stage in nothing but a tiny black bra and a red feather skirt. She was wearing black thin heels with red bows on her ankles and a black one in her red hair. She wore a black and red mask and danced to something Michael had never heard before in his life

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Her hips moved up and down as she kept up with the beat. Next to him, Serena and Maxwell had finally stopped making out and were watching her. And boy was she good. As she moved her hips, Liz's arms moved over her head making her look amazing. Then suddenly, she stomped her legs open and slapped her hands on her pelvic bone and started to move it in small circles.

I wanna kiss you
But if i do then i might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my xxx squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
I love game, i love game

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it

In a slow gester, Liz turned her back to the club, turned only her upper body to the crowd and shimmed out of her red skirt revealing a tiny black thong. Michael's mouth suddenly went dry. Liz turned fully, walked towards the pole and spun on it like a pro. She put the other girls to shame as she moved up and down that pole like she owned it. Her smile was small but Michael could still see it and god did it turn him on.

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game

With no thought what so ever, Michael stood up, grabbed Liz from the stage and carried her out of the club. How they got to his house, neither knew how and neither cared. Though she still had her heels on, Liz was still too short to reach Michael's lips on her own so he lifted her up as if she were nothing. They slammed into the front door. Michael's hand waved over the knob and they were in.

I'm on a mission and it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, i'm educated in sex, yes
And now i want it bad, want it bad
I love game, i love game

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Through the small house they went, knocking almost everything in their way over. Finally they made it to his room. Michael wanted this to last but the smell Liz's perfume (vanilla and strawberries still) and sweat, there was no way he'd be able to go through with foreplay.

"Oh god Michael I've wanted this for so long." Liz whispered into his ear as he kiss and nipped her chin.

"What?"

"Don't stop." Liz bit her lower lip. "I need you now."

Michael nodded, dumbfoundly and did as he was told. He pulled off his shirt, unzipped his pants and laid back on Liz, his boxers the only thing on just incase she changed her-.

Liz flipped Michael over and straddled him. "I want you." She told him, her mask still on. "All of you." Slowly she unhooked her bra and then tossed it across the room. "Now."

Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game

I can see you staring there from across the block
With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your c (huh!)
The story of us, it always starts the same
A boy and a girl and a (huh!) and a game

"Are you sure?" Michael asked her as he watched Liz move off of him.

"As sure as I love snow." She told him. Then with small hands and the sway of her hips, her tiny black thong was gone.

"You're beautiful." Michael told her as he sat up on his elbows.

"You've seen mine. Now let me see yours." Liz said with a sly smile; her face still covered by her mask.

"Not until you get rid of that stupid mask."

"Fine." Liz pouted for a second but then smirked at him again. "Together."

"Together." Michael stood up and put his hands on his boxers. "One. Two. Three."

On three, Michael's boxers dropped and Liz's mask was gone. With very pleased eyes, Liz took all of Michael in. "Nice. Just what I thought it would be." Then she looked at him. "Foreplay is over. Let's get with the good part."

Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
Or you win the game
Through the love game

Present

Liz's mouth dropped open. Oh god, I slept with Michael! The water stopped making Liz pull the sheet over her chest. She had sex with Michael and she liked it. He had been big. Bigger than Tristan yet he had been so careful with her. God he was just...Liz felt shivers shoot up and down her spine. God she'd do it again and again and again if he asked her-.

Suddenly Liz's phone went off. Not wanting Michael to hear it, she sprang from the bed and grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Liz, where are you?" Serena whined.

"Um," Liz looked at where she knew the bathroom was then back at the floor. "Where are you? I'll come and get you."

"Oh thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Liz nodded at her best friend's antics as Serena told her where she was and was greatful that Michael had thought to grab her stuff.

"Okay, I'm coming now." Fully dressed with only a missing shoe, Liz stumbled from Michael's apartment. When her other shoe was finally on, she ran from the familiar apartment complex and dashed for Kyle's car. How the others got home was beyond her but she had to get to Serena. Why would she go home with Max? Was the last thing Liz thought as she drove away.

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Song: Lovegame by Lady Gaga

Chapter 12

"Serena, open up!!" Liz banged on the dingy motel door. "Serena!" Liz heard footsteps, something fall, someone cursing and then the door was opened and there stood a funny looking Serena. "God what the hell is that smell?" Liz covered her nose.

"I ain't got a clue." Serena ran her right hand through her crazy, wild hair that looked as if she had stuck her hand in an elecritical socket. "You gonna come in or you want fa ppl to see me look like shit."

"I guess I'ma have to come in cause aint no body wanna see you like this." Liz joked as she walked into the small room. "Where's ya partner in crime?"

"Duke flew outta here in da early hours of fuck no and den had da nerve ta tell me dat if I told ne one dat he'd deny it." Serena huffed and then rolled her eyes. "Like I want ne one ta noe dat da worst sex I eva had was wen I fucked my bf's ex boy toy. HA! Yeah rite." Serena walked towards the bathroom.

"So it was that bad?" Liz hid a smirk as she went about finding Serena's clothes. They had done this about a dozen times but Serena had never said that any of the guys sucked.

"No, girl...." Liz listened as Serena turned on the shower, then watched as Serena stuck her head out of the bathroom. "It was worst."

Liz bit her lower lip, trying not to burst out laughing. "Really?"

"Really." Then Serena disappeared back into the bathroom and no doubly into the shower. Not being able to stop herself, Liz burst out laughing. It had been a long time since she laughed like this so she was going to savour it.

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Michael walked out of his bathroom just as he heard the door close.

"Liz?" Did she just leave? No she wouldn't. "Liz?" Damn she WAS gone.

He stormed into his bedroom, grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on. He had to get to her but where would she be? Kyle's? Maybe. Today was the wedding and she was Kyle's best man. Michael shook his head. He knew the real reason Kyle made Liz his best man. He didn't know if she'd come back to Roswell for the wedding so he had to give her a part that would make her HAVE to come. At first, both Michael and Valenti had been a little sketical about all the things Liz would have to do. She was a girl after all but she had surprised them all with that bachelor party.

Michael couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips as he thought about all the things he had done to Liz. The way she moaned his name had made him so hard that he had thought that he was going to explode in his pants but that hadn't been the case. In fact, he had been pretty scared to sleep with Liz for two reasons. One because she was his friend, Maria's 'best' friend and Max's ex. And two because she was so small that he had been afraid that he would smash her. But she had gave as good as she got and Michael had been surprise at all the things Liz knew how to do. Like that thing with her-.

"What are you smiling about?" Michael turned just in time to see Max walk into his apartment, his smile slipping from his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Michael grabbed a white muscle shirt from the floor and slid it on.

"Do I need a reason to be here?" Max questioned and normally he wouldn't have but the look on Max's face told Michael two things; Max was here to talk and he was mad.

"No. You don't." Michael moved around the living room, picking up the things he and Liz had knocked over on their way to the bedroom.

"What the hell happened in here? Did a tornado hit?" Max joked and Michael couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face.

"You can call it that." Before Max could answer that, Kyle walked in with a huge ass smile on his face.

"Where's Liz? I gotta thank her for last night." Kyle dropped down on the couch.

"Why? What happened last night?" Max asked a bit gravely.

"Oh, nothing. I just had the BEST SEX EVER!!!!" Kyle yelled as he jumped off the couch.

"Oh dude, that's just nasty." Michael said.

"What? I don't get it." Max said looking from Kyle to Michael and then back again.

"And you wouldn't since you were drunk by the time we made it to the strip club but dude it was awesome. I got to bang the hottest chick there!"

"You slept with a stripper!" Max snapped. "The night before your wedding; to my sister!"

"No, Max, you don't get it." Michael started but Max wasn't listening. Instead he was stalking Kyle like a wolf does to its prey.

"How could you sleep with some whore when you have my sister waiting at home for you? How could you sleep with some cheap tramp when my big sister has been nothing but faithful to you? Huh? How?!" Max thundered.

"Dude, you're so not listening to me. I didn't sleep with a stripper. I slept with-." Max grabbed Kyle by the collar.

"Not with-." Then he pulled back his fist and swung it with all his might only to have Michael stop it as if it were nothing.

"Isabel. He slept with Isabel Max." Michael pushed Max away from Kyle.

"What?"

"You were too shitface to notice but Liz had told Isabel to be there at the strip club. I guess Isabel wanted to have a little fun because she had been dancing on the stage like a stripper when we came in." Michael stood tall in front of Kyle (his new best friend) and Max (his kIng).

"Oh, sorry."

"Sorry?" Kyle asked stupidified. "Sorry?" He repeated.

"Yeah, I-."

"Hey guys I've got the suits. All we gotta do is change into them." Liz said as she and Serena walked into Michael's apartment. "And Serena is gonna stay wit us just because." Both girls looked from Max to MIchael and then back again. When their eyes went to Max, they would laugh. But when their eyes went to Michael, they would whisper to each other like catholic school girls. What the hell was going on?

"Hey Liz."

"Yeah Michael?"

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah sure. Let's go...talk."

"Didn't do enough of that last night?" Serena joked with a smile.

Chapter 13

As soon as Michael closed the door, Liz had jumped into his arms, smashing her lips into his own. Of course he had caught her and he was kissing her just as hard as she was him. When air became a must, Michael pulled away.

"Why did you leave this morning?" He managed to say .

"Serena called." Liz said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"So it wasn't because of what we did last night?" Michael asked a bit skeptically.

"Nope and if she didn't call," Liz grounded into Michael making him growl. "You would have gotten another round."

"Damn that Serena." Michael growl faking anger but then a sly smirk spread across his lips. "You don't think we could have a quickie now?"

Liz smiled. "I knew I wore this skirt for a reason."

Liz slid out of Michael's arms, turned and lifted up the skirt showing Michael that she hadn't worn anything under it either.

"No panties?" Michael growled as his hand slid over her bare ass.

"No panties." Liz repeat.

"I think I'ma remember this day forever." Michael said as he dropped his pants.

"Good, now shut up before someone hears you."

"Yes ma'am." Michael said as he wrapped a condom over his throbbing shaft. Then he grazed his fingers over Liz's mound and felt that it was wet just for him. He had to bite back a moan as he slid in and he could feel that she had to as well.

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"I wonder what they are talking about." Max questioned as he looked from Michael's closed bedroom door to Kyle and Serena then back again.

"Don't know. Don't care. I'm getting married today." Kyle grabbed the bag with his suit in it and walked into the bathroom to change leaving Max and Serena alone.

Neither said anything to each other. Instead, Max looked for his suit while Serena took her own personal tour of the small apartment. It was just how Liz described it and yet nothing like how she described it. The whole apartment was slightly messy with dishes here and there yet under it all, no dust or dirt could be seen. There were like four or five picture frames but tons of loose pictures of everyone including Liz and a tall lanky guy Serena knew as Alex. Liz's weak spot.

Over the past 5 years, Liz had talked about everything from her parents to her town but when ever it got to her old friends, she would only give light details. Nothing too cemented only who they were and how she met them. It had actually taken Serena about two years to get Liz to open up and tell her why she had even MOVED to New York in the first place. And she had said; 'It was because of Alex.'

Serena shook her head and moved out of the small kitchen and into the living room. Liz had told her that Michael had a crappy CD collection but as she looked through it, it was actually better than her own. Metallica, Slipknot, Queens of the Stone Age, and even some R&B. Damn he was getting her hot just from his CD collection. But what caught her attention was his stereo.

It was beautiful. Surround sound, no doubt with big speakers that would blow away anyone who listened to them. 5 cd change, tape duct, AND IPod adapter. Damn Serena was about to steal this man's stereo.

"Gotta listen to it now." She mumbled to herself and before she knew it, she had pressed on and 'Dont Trust Me' By 3Oh3 came on. "God I love dis."

"Do you have to touch that?" Max snapped behind her.

"Sorry." Serena looked at him and pointed to the radio. "I can't hear your bitching. Let me make it louder." Quickly, she turned the sound louder and fell in love.

Behind her, she could hear Max bitching about the music but she refused to lower it. This was her favorite song and plus she liked pissing this ass hole off.

"Don't trust a hoe. Never trust a hoe. Don't trust a hoe. Don't trust me." She yelled as she moved her body to the music.

"Serena!!!"

"Don't trust a hoe."

"Lower that!"

"Never trust a hoe."

"Serena!"

"Don't trust a hoe."

"I mean it."

"Don't trust me!" Suddenly the music was off and Max was standing right next to her.

"I told you-." But he was quickly cut off by someone screaming:

"Oh god Michael!"

"Was that-?" Max asked stupidly.

"Go Liz." Serena said with a smile.

"Where is Liz going?" Kyle asked as he walked out of the bathroom, tying his tie. "And why was the music turned off?"

"Max turned it off and-." Both Michael and Liz walked out of Michael's room with satisfied grins on their faces. "You can ask Liz the first question." Serena said with a sinful smile.