Chapter Twenty Two
Liz: Max… Can we talk about it later? Please? I just… I can’t deal with it right now…
Max: No, we need to talk now.
Tears came unbidden to Liz’s eyes, and she looked up at the ceiling in an effort to keep them from falling. When she felt she was in control, Liz faced Max once again.
Liz: Please, Max. Later.
Max: (sighs) Okay… How about lunch?
She started to panic, thinking that she’d never come up with a plausible reason for her behavior in a mere three hours. She licked her lips and started to speak, but Max noticed her fear and interrupted her.
Max: Fine. After school?
Liz: Yeah… Yeah, that’ll work. I’ll meet you at the jeep?
Max: Sure. Just… if you need me before then… I’m here, okay?
Liz: Umm, yeah… I know.
They stood somewhat awkwardly behind the closed door of the school’s notorious make-out room, unable to look away from each other. A sharp knock gained their attention, and both turned to face the door.
Maria: Liz! Elizabeth Parker, I know you’re in there!
Liz let out a sigh, although she wasn’t certain if it was of relief or utter frustration. Maybe it’s both. She flashed Max a wry smile and reached for the doorknob.
Liz: I’d better…
Max: Go. Right…
Maria: Max! Send her out here right now! I need to talk to her! So stop the goo-goo eyes and get your butts out here. Pronto!
Liz’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Liz: I can’t believe she said that.
Max raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and a slow smile spread over his face as Liz nodded her head and pushed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
Liz: Okay, I guess I can… So… I’m going now…
She turned the handle and pulled the door toward her. Liz jumped back in surprise as an obviously eavesdropping Maria fell into the room. Maria righted herself and let out a huff of indignation.
Max shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand, not wanting Maria to see the grin that was stretching across his face. She noticed it anyhow and sent him her patented DeLuca glare. Liz looked back and forth between the two and couldn’t hold back her mirth. She laughed even harder when her exasperated friend turned an evil eye her way.
Liz: I’m sorry, Maria, but I really needed that. Thanks!
Maria: I’m only gonna let you get away with it this once, ‘cause I know how true that is. So, you’d better enjoy it.
She turned her wrath back to Max, who was backing away from her with arms raised in supplication. Maria pointed a shaking finger at him as she advanced.
Maria: Tsk tsk. Girlfriend, you’re lucky you need the laugh, too. Next time, you’re mine! C’mon, Liz, we’ve got serious issues to discuss.
She grabbed Liz’s hand and pulled her into the hallway. Liz turned around and watched Max as she was half-dragged away from him courtesy of one Maria DeLuca. As if finally sensing her friend’s slow pace, Maria turned to witness the interaction between the two. Max and Liz were staring into each other’s eyes as they had once been known to do. She filed this away for later questioning and tugged on Liz’s hand.
Maria: Liz!
Liz: Huh?
Maria: Not that I’m not glad to see you two molesting each other with your eyes again, but I thought you were staying away from him?
Liz: Oh. I… Damnit, Maria, I don’t… I don’t even know what that was about. Things are getting really, really fucked up. I… Max wants to talk to me today after school. I just won’t be able to stand it if I tell him what’s going on again and he doesn’t remember tomorrow. I mean, maybe it’s not me? Maybe he’s the one with the Swiss cheese brain?
Maria: Okay… So… not that this isn’t fascinating, because it is… but we really need to get to class.
Liz: Right. I… What period is it?
Maria: Fourth. Chemistry.
Liz let out a groan. She was missing time, possibly memories, her senses were going from extreme sensitivity to nothingness at will, and she may or may not have just had sex with Max in the Eraser Room. All of which was a mess in itself, but now she had to sit next to him for almost two hours.
Liz: Why me?
Maria: I don’t know, Liz. I really don’t.
The two girls walked into the lab. Maria took a seat at her station in the back of the room. Liz started towards her own desk, but a thought stopped her.
Liz: Maria, what did you want to talk about earlier?
Maria: Oh, it was nothing, really. I just wanted to talk to you about Alex.
Just then, Alex walked into the room and took his place beside Maria.
Alex: Hey, Liz, Maria.
Liz paled and turned on her heels. She went over to her desk and got set up for class. As Max headed her way, she lay her head down on the table and stared blankly out the window. This isn’t real. This isn’t real!
Max: What’s not real?
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Chapter Twenty Two
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 Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Three
Liz jerked upright at Max’s greeting and instantly regretted it. As yet another wave of dizziness washed over her, she started to slip from her stool. Max rushed to catch her, getting there just in time to prevent her forehead from colliding with the front of the lab table. He picked up her slight form and gathered her body to his in a tight embrace. Liz’s head flopped around, and Max had to hold it still to prevent more damage.
Liz: Max… Make it stop… Grani… lith…
Max strode toward the classroom door, stopping only when he saw Maria’s concerned gaze.
Max: I’m gonna get her out of here. I’m not sure where I’ll take her, but I’ll leave my cell on. Can you tell Mr. Powers that Liz was sick and I’m taking her home?
Maria: Yeah, sure. Just… She’s really… messed up right now, so… Try not to add to it, okay?
Max: Right. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you later.
Maria: Bye.
Max left the classroom and hurried Liz out to his Jeep in the student parking lot. He gently set her down in the passenger seat and reclined the seat as far back as it would go. Liz whimpered at the loss of Max’s comfort and shifted onto her side. Max rushed to the other side of the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. He started the Jeep and drove off of school property.
Liz didn’t stir on the drive into the desert. Max stopped the car at the base of the pod chamber. He went around to the other side and gently pulled her back into his arms. He headed up the hill, trying not to jostle Liz on the rocky climb. She awoke as he neared the cave. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see where she was. Liz moaned as she did so. Ugh. When am I going to learn to stop doing that?
Liz: Mmmm… Where am I?
Max: We’re at the pod chamber, Liz.
Liz perked up a bit at this revelation and struggled in Max’s arms to get on her own two feet. He released her slowly, holding her steady as she regained her footing. Liz closed her eyes tightly, party to block out the harsh sunlight, partly to fight off a wave of nausea, partly to ignore Max’s intense stare, and partly to remember how she had gotten there.
Liz: What are we doing here, Max?
Max: You passed out in Chemistry, just after passing out in the, umm, the Eraser Room.
Liz: Oh… So why are we here?
Max: Can we go inside first?
Liz: Y-Yeah…
Max waved his hand over the cave’s unique keyhole and proceeded to open the door. He waved Liz over to him and followed her inside, keeping a hand at the small of her back and the other at the ready in case more vertigo reared its ugly head. They made their way to a blanketed corner of the chamber and sat down.
Liz: So, we’re inside now…
Max: Yeah. I… uh… I feel like we’ve done this before.
That’s because we have, you moron. Liz instantly felt bad for her snarky internal comment. What is wrong with me? He’s just trying to help.
She heard Max whisper her name and turned to face him. He looks about as confused as I feel.
Max: Tell me what’s going on, Liz. Please… I want to help you, but you’ve got to let me in a little. Everyone’s worried about you… even Michael.
Liz snorted at the thought of Isabel or Tess worrying over her health.
Max: Well, they haven’t said anything outright, but I know they’re concerned.
Liz: Who are you talking about?
Max: Umm… Isabel and Tess…
Liz began to panic. Did Max do something while I was passed out? She immediately dismissed the thought. He would never violate me that way… She started to back away from him, needing distance to think clearly.
Max: What is it, Liz?
Liz burst into tears, not knowing where or when to start. She cried harder at Max’s attempts to soothe her.
Max: It’ll be okay, Liz. Just tell me so I can help you.
Liz: (sniffles) It didn’t work before.
Max: What are you talking about?
Liz: I’m talking about what I’ve talked to you about at least three times in the past few months, but you never remember. And then you touch me, or maybe you don’t, because I’m never sure if you did or didn’t. And afterwards, you act like we didn’t, but I don’t know if it’s because you’re embarrassed to be with me, or you really don’t remember or it never really happened… But everything is pointing to me being crazy.
Max: You’re far from crazy, Liz.
Liz: NO! You don’t see! I… I’m getting powers or something, Max. I feel uncomfortable in my own body… and the only time I feel remotely okay is when I’m with you. Or when I’m with you with you, but I don’t think that I’ve actually been with you!
Max looked up at her in complete bewilderment. She was pacing the floor and absently fiddling with the hem of her shirt. He felt a sense of recognition come over him, but it was forgotten as Liz’s fidgeting revealed more and more of her skin. After collecting himself, Max stood up and walked over to her.
Max: Liz, I… You’ve lost me.
Liz: I know, Max. I won the game, but the prize was losing you.
Max: What?
Liz: Look, Max… I appreciate your concern and all, but I just can’t go through this again. I tell you what happened, we make love or we don’t, and you don’t remember it the next time I see you. I –
Max: M-Make love…?
Liz: Can you promise me that you’ll remember tomorrow?
Max: What am I supposed to remember?
Liz: God, Max! That’s the problem! (mutters) Well, one of them.
Max: What else?
Liz: Max, I’m having memories of memories, and sometimes they are things that never happened, and sometimes they have, and sometimes they’re things that haven’t happened yet… I think. But I –
A pulse of light distracted Liz from her incomprehensible tirade. She and Max turned towards the origin of the blast. It was coming from behind the pods.
Liz jerked upright at Max’s greeting and instantly regretted it. As yet another wave of dizziness washed over her, she started to slip from her stool. Max rushed to catch her, getting there just in time to prevent her forehead from colliding with the front of the lab table. He picked up her slight form and gathered her body to his in a tight embrace. Liz’s head flopped around, and Max had to hold it still to prevent more damage.
Liz: Max… Make it stop… Grani… lith…
Max strode toward the classroom door, stopping only when he saw Maria’s concerned gaze.
Max: I’m gonna get her out of here. I’m not sure where I’ll take her, but I’ll leave my cell on. Can you tell Mr. Powers that Liz was sick and I’m taking her home?
Maria: Yeah, sure. Just… She’s really… messed up right now, so… Try not to add to it, okay?
Max: Right. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you later.
Maria: Bye.
Max left the classroom and hurried Liz out to his Jeep in the student parking lot. He gently set her down in the passenger seat and reclined the seat as far back as it would go. Liz whimpered at the loss of Max’s comfort and shifted onto her side. Max rushed to the other side of the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. He started the Jeep and drove off of school property.
Liz didn’t stir on the drive into the desert. Max stopped the car at the base of the pod chamber. He went around to the other side and gently pulled her back into his arms. He headed up the hill, trying not to jostle Liz on the rocky climb. She awoke as he neared the cave. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see where she was. Liz moaned as she did so. Ugh. When am I going to learn to stop doing that?
Liz: Mmmm… Where am I?
Max: We’re at the pod chamber, Liz.
Liz perked up a bit at this revelation and struggled in Max’s arms to get on her own two feet. He released her slowly, holding her steady as she regained her footing. Liz closed her eyes tightly, party to block out the harsh sunlight, partly to fight off a wave of nausea, partly to ignore Max’s intense stare, and partly to remember how she had gotten there.
Liz: What are we doing here, Max?
Max: You passed out in Chemistry, just after passing out in the, umm, the Eraser Room.
Liz: Oh… So why are we here?
Max: Can we go inside first?
Liz: Y-Yeah…
Max waved his hand over the cave’s unique keyhole and proceeded to open the door. He waved Liz over to him and followed her inside, keeping a hand at the small of her back and the other at the ready in case more vertigo reared its ugly head. They made their way to a blanketed corner of the chamber and sat down.
Liz: So, we’re inside now…
Max: Yeah. I… uh… I feel like we’ve done this before.
That’s because we have, you moron. Liz instantly felt bad for her snarky internal comment. What is wrong with me? He’s just trying to help.
She heard Max whisper her name and turned to face him. He looks about as confused as I feel.
Max: Tell me what’s going on, Liz. Please… I want to help you, but you’ve got to let me in a little. Everyone’s worried about you… even Michael.
Liz snorted at the thought of Isabel or Tess worrying over her health.
Max: Well, they haven’t said anything outright, but I know they’re concerned.
Liz: Who are you talking about?
Max: Umm… Isabel and Tess…
Liz began to panic. Did Max do something while I was passed out? She immediately dismissed the thought. He would never violate me that way… She started to back away from him, needing distance to think clearly.
Max: What is it, Liz?
Liz burst into tears, not knowing where or when to start. She cried harder at Max’s attempts to soothe her.
Max: It’ll be okay, Liz. Just tell me so I can help you.
Liz: (sniffles) It didn’t work before.
Max: What are you talking about?
Liz: I’m talking about what I’ve talked to you about at least three times in the past few months, but you never remember. And then you touch me, or maybe you don’t, because I’m never sure if you did or didn’t. And afterwards, you act like we didn’t, but I don’t know if it’s because you’re embarrassed to be with me, or you really don’t remember or it never really happened… But everything is pointing to me being crazy.
Max: You’re far from crazy, Liz.
Liz: NO! You don’t see! I… I’m getting powers or something, Max. I feel uncomfortable in my own body… and the only time I feel remotely okay is when I’m with you. Or when I’m with you with you, but I don’t think that I’ve actually been with you!
Max looked up at her in complete bewilderment. She was pacing the floor and absently fiddling with the hem of her shirt. He felt a sense of recognition come over him, but it was forgotten as Liz’s fidgeting revealed more and more of her skin. After collecting himself, Max stood up and walked over to her.
Max: Liz, I… You’ve lost me.
Liz: I know, Max. I won the game, but the prize was losing you.
Max: What?
Liz: Look, Max… I appreciate your concern and all, but I just can’t go through this again. I tell you what happened, we make love or we don’t, and you don’t remember it the next time I see you. I –
Max: M-Make love…?
Liz: Can you promise me that you’ll remember tomorrow?
Max: What am I supposed to remember?
Liz: God, Max! That’s the problem! (mutters) Well, one of them.
Max: What else?
Liz: Max, I’m having memories of memories, and sometimes they are things that never happened, and sometimes they have, and sometimes they’re things that haven’t happened yet… I think. But I –
A pulse of light distracted Liz from her incomprehensible tirade. She and Max turned towards the origin of the blast. It was coming from behind the pods.
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 Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Four
Liz: You see that, right? I mean, it’s not just me?
Max. It’s not just you… Can you feel… that?
Liz: Yeah. I… I think we should check it out.
Max: I’ll check it out. You stay here. I don’t want you getting hurt.
Liz: I can’t imagine being more messed up than I am now.
Max: Please, Liz. Just… Stay back. I’ll call you in if it’s safe.
Liz watched him crawl through the pod that rested beneath Max’s. She waited anxiously, thankful that she hadn’t heard screams, but anxious to know if Max was okay. She had been pacing the chamber, nervously twisting her hands when she heard him call to her. Liz ran to the pod and crawled through. Max helped her to her feet.
Liz: What’s going on?
Max: I don’t know, but… Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger.
Liz: Can I touch it?
Max: I’m not sure what – Liz!
Liz hadn’t waited for his permission and had reached a curious hand up to its reflective surface. Max saw her movement out of the corner of his eye and turned just in time to see her touch the granilith. As he stood watching her for signs of distress, he felt a pull inside of him to touch the cone. He resisted it for as long as he could, but then he realized that he might be able to figure out what was going on with Liz or maybe find something out about the granilith.
He walked behind her and fitted his body to hers. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and extended his right so that his hand was on top of Liz’s. There was another pulse of light in the room, and Max felt himself being thrown back from the granilith. Liz landed in a heap on top of him.
Liz: Max??
Max: I’m here, Liz.
Liz: Do… do you feel that?
Max: Yeah, it’s more... urgent than before.
Liz: It’s, umm, it’s like last February…
Max: Yeah. Do you think that’s why –
Liz: Why I’m so fucked up right now?
Max: You know I didn’t mean it like that.
Liz jumped up off of Max’s lap, wanting to put some distance between her sweating body and his heated skin. She stood with her back to him, arms folded across her chest as she stared blankly at the granilith in front of her.
Liz: No. You’re right. I’m sorry… I just… I just want to know what is going on around here. And… and I want to be in control of this. I-I don’t know what is real and what isn’t. This… these changes in me… I’m getting sick all the time, Max. If the light’s too bright, if it’s too hot, if I smell a strong scent.
He pushed himself up off of the ground and stared at the back of her head. He reached his arm toward her, only to drop it as he saw her shoulders tense. Max stuck his jittery hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
Max: I didn’t realize –
Liz: How could you?
Max: I should have known. If I had just taken my head out of my ass for a second, I would have seen –
She turned to face him in utter exasperation. Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to make him see the truth.
Liz: NO! Stop this! You can’t take the blame for everything. Damnit, Max! I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. DEAD!
He looked down at his shoes, unable to see the fire burning in her eyes and continue to resist touching her.
Max: I-I know.
She took a step forward. Liz ducked in closer to him to look into his eyes again. He closed his eyes, desperately fighting what his body wanted him to do. Her scent was surrounding him. Max let out a groan as he felt her hands on his chest. Liz let out a sigh and distractedly began to unbutton his shirt.
Liz: Do you? ‘Cause I don’t think you do. I think that you hate what you are, and you hate not being in control… Max, I hate that, too. Feeling out of control, I mean. Not what you are… You… You’re this incredible person, Max. I wish you could see how special you are to everyone lucky enough to be in your life. How special you are to me.
Max: Liz, I… You’re right. (dejectedly) I just wish I could be what you need.
As they argued, the room grew hotter. They found themselves drawing closer and closer to one another. Liz pulled his outer shirt from his jeans and finished unbuttoning it. He pulled it from his arms and used it to mop the sweat from his brow.
Liz: Max Evans! You are what I need. You always have been, even before I knew what it was I needed. Why can’t you understand that?
Liz, too, was feeling the heat. She took off her sweater, leaving her in a thin white tank top that clung to her sticky skin. They drew even closer. Her hands began exploring the firm ridges in his chest and abdomen as she vacantly watched what her hands were doing. She was losing control, and she was losing it quickly. Trying to stop her wayward fingers, she locked them behind his neck, squashing her breasts against his chest.
Max: Why can’t you make up your mind, Liz? You’re back and forth with me on everything. You want me, you don’t. You love me and want to be with me, but you won’t. You say you want normal, and now you say you want me? You need to get it together, Liz. I-I love you, but… This thing that we do… It’s killing me.
Liz looked up at him in surprise. She had been so caught up in her own misery that she hadn’t put too much thought into what Max was going through. She cupped his cheek in her hand while the other trailed over the sensitive skin behind his ears and at the back of his neck. Liz looked into his darkened eyes and found desire burning in them. She averted her gaze to his lips and licked her own, a subtle invitation from her mouth to his.
Liz: I can feel you all around me, Max.
Max: I know. I can smell you. I can smell how turned on you are.
Liz looked down and blushed.
Max: I could never forget that smell…
The husky tone of his voice and his racy words sent a chill through her body. She shivered as the feeling ended in her hardening nipples.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. She found it hard to keep them open. Her breaths became shorter, and her body was shaking slightly from the combination of sexual tension and nervous energy. Liz closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as Max rested his forehead against hers. He, too, closed his eyes as he lightly trailed his fingers over her bare arms, leaving glowing trails of goose bumps behind.
Their heads shifted so that they were temple to temple. Max leaned forward and nuzzled her soft cheek. Liz swallowed as she felt his fingers caress the skin of her stomach and back. Max tilted his head again and lowered his lips towards hers. He stopped just short of contact.
Liz: We really shouldn’t be doing this.
Max: Nope.
Liz: I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
Max: Me, either. But… I can’t seem to stop…
Liz: Max, I... I don’t want you to stop.
*Just a few notes...
- Any change in tense in normal font (no italics except for emphasis or inner monologue) is not a clue. I am very, very bad at being consistent with past participles/progressives... 'Strunk & White' I am not. If you haven't noticed this phenomenon, umm, disregard this ramble. It just might be all the reading going to my brain. I'm thisclose to going cross-eyed...
- I must reiterate: Things will get much worse before they get better. I could easily clear everything up in a few chapters, but that would just ruin my master plan. Of deviosity... I'll be hobbling back to my evil lair now...
-Jen*
Liz: You see that, right? I mean, it’s not just me?
Max. It’s not just you… Can you feel… that?
Liz: Yeah. I… I think we should check it out.
Max: I’ll check it out. You stay here. I don’t want you getting hurt.
Liz: I can’t imagine being more messed up than I am now.
Max: Please, Liz. Just… Stay back. I’ll call you in if it’s safe.
Liz watched him crawl through the pod that rested beneath Max’s. She waited anxiously, thankful that she hadn’t heard screams, but anxious to know if Max was okay. She had been pacing the chamber, nervously twisting her hands when she heard him call to her. Liz ran to the pod and crawled through. Max helped her to her feet.
Liz: What’s going on?
Max: I don’t know, but… Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger.
Liz: Can I touch it?
Max: I’m not sure what – Liz!
Liz hadn’t waited for his permission and had reached a curious hand up to its reflective surface. Max saw her movement out of the corner of his eye and turned just in time to see her touch the granilith. As he stood watching her for signs of distress, he felt a pull inside of him to touch the cone. He resisted it for as long as he could, but then he realized that he might be able to figure out what was going on with Liz or maybe find something out about the granilith.
He walked behind her and fitted his body to hers. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and extended his right so that his hand was on top of Liz’s. There was another pulse of light in the room, and Max felt himself being thrown back from the granilith. Liz landed in a heap on top of him.
Liz: Max??
Max: I’m here, Liz.
Liz: Do… do you feel that?
Max: Yeah, it’s more... urgent than before.
Liz: It’s, umm, it’s like last February…
Max: Yeah. Do you think that’s why –
Liz: Why I’m so fucked up right now?
Max: You know I didn’t mean it like that.
Liz jumped up off of Max’s lap, wanting to put some distance between her sweating body and his heated skin. She stood with her back to him, arms folded across her chest as she stared blankly at the granilith in front of her.
Liz: No. You’re right. I’m sorry… I just… I just want to know what is going on around here. And… and I want to be in control of this. I-I don’t know what is real and what isn’t. This… these changes in me… I’m getting sick all the time, Max. If the light’s too bright, if it’s too hot, if I smell a strong scent.
He pushed himself up off of the ground and stared at the back of her head. He reached his arm toward her, only to drop it as he saw her shoulders tense. Max stuck his jittery hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
Max: I didn’t realize –
Liz: How could you?
Max: I should have known. If I had just taken my head out of my ass for a second, I would have seen –
She turned to face him in utter exasperation. Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to make him see the truth.
Liz: NO! Stop this! You can’t take the blame for everything. Damnit, Max! I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. DEAD!
He looked down at his shoes, unable to see the fire burning in her eyes and continue to resist touching her.
Max: I-I know.
She took a step forward. Liz ducked in closer to him to look into his eyes again. He closed his eyes, desperately fighting what his body wanted him to do. Her scent was surrounding him. Max let out a groan as he felt her hands on his chest. Liz let out a sigh and distractedly began to unbutton his shirt.
Liz: Do you? ‘Cause I don’t think you do. I think that you hate what you are, and you hate not being in control… Max, I hate that, too. Feeling out of control, I mean. Not what you are… You… You’re this incredible person, Max. I wish you could see how special you are to everyone lucky enough to be in your life. How special you are to me.
Max: Liz, I… You’re right. (dejectedly) I just wish I could be what you need.
As they argued, the room grew hotter. They found themselves drawing closer and closer to one another. Liz pulled his outer shirt from his jeans and finished unbuttoning it. He pulled it from his arms and used it to mop the sweat from his brow.
Liz: Max Evans! You are what I need. You always have been, even before I knew what it was I needed. Why can’t you understand that?
Liz, too, was feeling the heat. She took off her sweater, leaving her in a thin white tank top that clung to her sticky skin. They drew even closer. Her hands began exploring the firm ridges in his chest and abdomen as she vacantly watched what her hands were doing. She was losing control, and she was losing it quickly. Trying to stop her wayward fingers, she locked them behind his neck, squashing her breasts against his chest.
Max: Why can’t you make up your mind, Liz? You’re back and forth with me on everything. You want me, you don’t. You love me and want to be with me, but you won’t. You say you want normal, and now you say you want me? You need to get it together, Liz. I-I love you, but… This thing that we do… It’s killing me.
Liz looked up at him in surprise. She had been so caught up in her own misery that she hadn’t put too much thought into what Max was going through. She cupped his cheek in her hand while the other trailed over the sensitive skin behind his ears and at the back of his neck. Liz looked into his darkened eyes and found desire burning in them. She averted her gaze to his lips and licked her own, a subtle invitation from her mouth to his.
Liz: I can feel you all around me, Max.
Max: I know. I can smell you. I can smell how turned on you are.
Liz looked down and blushed.
Max: I could never forget that smell…
The husky tone of his voice and his racy words sent a chill through her body. She shivered as the feeling ended in her hardening nipples.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. She found it hard to keep them open. Her breaths became shorter, and her body was shaking slightly from the combination of sexual tension and nervous energy. Liz closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as Max rested his forehead against hers. He, too, closed his eyes as he lightly trailed his fingers over her bare arms, leaving glowing trails of goose bumps behind.
Their heads shifted so that they were temple to temple. Max leaned forward and nuzzled her soft cheek. Liz swallowed as she felt his fingers caress the skin of her stomach and back. Max tilted his head again and lowered his lips towards hers. He stopped just short of contact.
Liz: We really shouldn’t be doing this.
Max: Nope.
Liz: I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
Max: Me, either. But… I can’t seem to stop…
Liz: Max, I... I don’t want you to stop.
*Just a few notes...
- Any change in tense in normal font (no italics except for emphasis or inner monologue) is not a clue. I am very, very bad at being consistent with past participles/progressives... 'Strunk & White' I am not. If you haven't noticed this phenomenon, umm, disregard this ramble. It just might be all the reading going to my brain. I'm thisclose to going cross-eyed...
- I must reiterate: Things will get much worse before they get better. I could easily clear everything up in a few chapters, but that would just ruin my master plan. Of deviosity... I'll be hobbling back to my evil lair now...
-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 Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Five
Liz pulled away from Max and held his intense stare. She never looked away as she lifted her tank up over her head. She tossed it to the floor and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts to his slightly shocked eyes. Liz quickly removed the rest of her clothes, never once looking away from Max.
Once she was completely naked, Liz arched an eyebrow at him, indicating that the next move was up to him. He stood with his mouth slightly opened, his eyes raking over her flushed skin. It was the sight of Liz running a hand through her hair while her other hand firmly squeezed a breast that pushed Max into action.
He stripped himself of his scratchy clothing and fell to his knees before her. Max rested a cheek against her stomach, breathing in the mixture of her arousal and her natural scent. Liz ran her fingers through the hair at the top of his head, prompting Max to place kisses wherever he could reach. He peppered small kisses between her hips, traveling to her upper abdomen before turning his caresses downward. Max focused his kisses in a circular pattern around her belly button. When he reached his target, he nipped the surrounding skin before returning to his gentle kisses. Liz let out a surprised cry when she felt him lightly flick his tongue in and around her navel.
Max grinned at this and pulled back to gaze up at her. He was still surprised to witness the way she reacted to him, to his touch, and was very pleased to see her head thrown back, a hand massaging the back of her neck. Liz’s eyes were closed, and she had sucked a corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it softly. He smiled at the sight and returned to his previous actions.
He let out a strangled noise that captured Liz’s attention immediately.
Liz: Maaax? Why’d you stop?
He tried to answer her question, but no words would come. His mouth opened and closed several times before Liz actually opened her eyes and looked down at him. She couldn’t read his reaction.
Liz: Max? Max, what is it?
Knowing that no words would come, he swallowed heavily and caught her gaze. He grabbed her hand and placed it against her stomach. Liz looked down to their joined hands and let out a gasp of her own.
Her stomach was flanked by two silver hand prints, symmetrically spread from her belly button out to her hips.
Liz: M-Max... Wh-what...
Max was finally able to find his voice upon hearing the desperate tone of her voice. He stood up and cradled her worried face between his palms.
Max: I... I don’t know.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to find more of her ever-waning control. Liz was able to calm herself a bit after a few deep breaths and opened her eyes to Max’s concerned gaze.
Liz: I’m okay. I just...
She looked down, not wanting to have eye contact when she lied to him again. I’m going fucking crazy, Max. And you’re coming with me, but you just don’t know it. Liz let out a sharp cry at the sight before her.
Liz: Max!
Max: I-I’m sorry... I just don’t -
Liz: No! Forget about that... You’re glowing, too!
There were iridescent streaks going up and down his toned body. His arms, thighs, and chest were littered with glowing lines.
She trailed her fingers over the lines and both watched, amazed, as the trails lit up wherever she touched him.
Liz: Why aren’t they disappearing?
Max struggled to find an answer, finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything but the light touch of her skin on his.
Liz didn’t wait for an answer, her mind too busy focusing on the beauty being displayed in front of her. Her body was throbbing, desperate to resume their earlier actions. Her mind and body compromised and brought Max’s hands to rest over the silver prints on her stomach. It was a perfect fit.
Liz: Max...?
He once again fell to his knees as he became overwhelmed by the circumstances. He was surrounded by Liz, even the air seemed to be permeated with her essence. Max took in a deep breath, hoping to find some restraint, and looked up into her gleaming eyes. A connection began to form.
Max: Liz, I... can’t... control this...
They became sucked into each other by an unknown force. After a weak initial fight, Max and Liz gave in to the feelings rushing over them. Liz felt a current running through her veins as Max felt power being sucked from his body through his hands. The flashes began, quickly overtaking their bodies as well as their conscious - and unconscious - minds.
Liz pulled away from Max and held his intense stare. She never looked away as she lifted her tank up over her head. She tossed it to the floor and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts to his slightly shocked eyes. Liz quickly removed the rest of her clothes, never once looking away from Max.
Once she was completely naked, Liz arched an eyebrow at him, indicating that the next move was up to him. He stood with his mouth slightly opened, his eyes raking over her flushed skin. It was the sight of Liz running a hand through her hair while her other hand firmly squeezed a breast that pushed Max into action.
He stripped himself of his scratchy clothing and fell to his knees before her. Max rested a cheek against her stomach, breathing in the mixture of her arousal and her natural scent. Liz ran her fingers through the hair at the top of his head, prompting Max to place kisses wherever he could reach. He peppered small kisses between her hips, traveling to her upper abdomen before turning his caresses downward. Max focused his kisses in a circular pattern around her belly button. When he reached his target, he nipped the surrounding skin before returning to his gentle kisses. Liz let out a surprised cry when she felt him lightly flick his tongue in and around her navel.
Max grinned at this and pulled back to gaze up at her. He was still surprised to witness the way she reacted to him, to his touch, and was very pleased to see her head thrown back, a hand massaging the back of her neck. Liz’s eyes were closed, and she had sucked a corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it softly. He smiled at the sight and returned to his previous actions.
He let out a strangled noise that captured Liz’s attention immediately.
Liz: Maaax? Why’d you stop?
He tried to answer her question, but no words would come. His mouth opened and closed several times before Liz actually opened her eyes and looked down at him. She couldn’t read his reaction.
Liz: Max? Max, what is it?
Knowing that no words would come, he swallowed heavily and caught her gaze. He grabbed her hand and placed it against her stomach. Liz looked down to their joined hands and let out a gasp of her own.
Her stomach was flanked by two silver hand prints, symmetrically spread from her belly button out to her hips.
Liz: M-Max... Wh-what...
Max was finally able to find his voice upon hearing the desperate tone of her voice. He stood up and cradled her worried face between his palms.
Max: I... I don’t know.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to find more of her ever-waning control. Liz was able to calm herself a bit after a few deep breaths and opened her eyes to Max’s concerned gaze.
Liz: I’m okay. I just...
She looked down, not wanting to have eye contact when she lied to him again. I’m going fucking crazy, Max. And you’re coming with me, but you just don’t know it. Liz let out a sharp cry at the sight before her.
Liz: Max!
Max: I-I’m sorry... I just don’t -
Liz: No! Forget about that... You’re glowing, too!
There were iridescent streaks going up and down his toned body. His arms, thighs, and chest were littered with glowing lines.
She trailed her fingers over the lines and both watched, amazed, as the trails lit up wherever she touched him.
Liz: Why aren’t they disappearing?
Max struggled to find an answer, finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything but the light touch of her skin on his.
Liz didn’t wait for an answer, her mind too busy focusing on the beauty being displayed in front of her. Her body was throbbing, desperate to resume their earlier actions. Her mind and body compromised and brought Max’s hands to rest over the silver prints on her stomach. It was a perfect fit.
Liz: Max...?
He once again fell to his knees as he became overwhelmed by the circumstances. He was surrounded by Liz, even the air seemed to be permeated with her essence. Max took in a deep breath, hoping to find some restraint, and looked up into her gleaming eyes. A connection began to form.
Max: Liz, I... can’t... control this...
They became sucked into each other by an unknown force. After a weak initial fight, Max and Liz gave in to the feelings rushing over them. Liz felt a current running through her veins as Max felt power being sucked from his body through his hands. The flashes began, quickly overtaking their bodies as well as their conscious - and unconscious - minds.
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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Chapter Twenty Six
*~*
Max tears Liz's dress open, there is a growing blood stain.
Max: Uhh... it's gonna be OK.
Max: Liz, LIZ! You have to look at me. You have to look at me.
Liz weakly looks at him, and he puts his hand over the bullet wound. Images of Liz as a child flash by. Max sighs and when he takes his hand away, the wound is healed.
Max: You're all right now. You're all right.
Max breaks a ketchup bottle and pours the ketchup over her.
Max: You broke a bottle when you fell, spilled ketchup on yourself. Don't say anything please.
*~*
Liz is home. She takes off her uniform and puts in it a book bag. She goes over to her mirror and sees a funny silver hand print on her stomach where Max healed her.
*~*
Liz: Can we just focus here for one minute please?
She lifts her shirt and shows him the mark on her stomach.
Max: Wow.
*~*
Max: I've never tried this before, but maybe I can make the connection go the other way. So you can see, you know that, that I'm still me.
He advances until he's in front of her.
Max: I have to touch you.
Liz nods. Max puts his hands on both side of her head.
Max: Now just take deep breaths and try to let your mind blank out.
Liz gets a rush of images: Max on the first day and how he sees her, in the halls at school talking to Maria, Max and Isabel walking down the road and the Evans finding them.
*~*
Liz: Isabel... I'm... I'm not trying to take him away from you. I mean... I could never even do that.
Isabel: I know.
Liz: But what if... Would you take him away from me?
Liz: Where is he? Where… where is…
Isabel: I don’t know. I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where I am.
*~*
Max pulls away.
Max: Did it work?
Liz nods and Max looks at her embarrassed.
*~*
Liz turns around and starts to leave and Max grabs her and they start making out. As Liz becomes overwhelmed with emotion, she sees images of something flying through space.
*~*
Liz: I saw things, Maria. Did you see things when you and Michael kissed?
Maria: What exactly did you see?
Liz: Stars.
*~*
Liz: Ahh! Max, hold me.
Liz sees the image of the saucer flying towards Earth and crashing into the desert.
*~*
Liz: Uh, Max, I have to show you something. Max, you know the things I saw, the stars and everything? I didn't make them up. They're real. Max, I saw this. I saw it. Max, this afternoon... I think I saw the crash.
*~*
Liz: You saw my fantasy?
*~*
Max touches the glowing hickey and they see a rush of images of military personnel rushing towards something that is beeping.
Liz: This is getting really weird, Max.
Max moves his hand down Liz's arm, and a glowing light follows his hand.
Liz: Max... do you understand any of this?
Max: No.
Liz: Can you take your shirt off?
Max: Can I? Yeah.
Max takes off his shirt and Liz tries to create a glowing light on Max's body by running her hand over his chest.
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.
Liz: No, Max. We can't do this.
Max: I know.
Liz: You know, could I, uh... could I get sick?
Max: I don't know anything. I don't even know who I am.
Liz: You know, the... 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... it would be a complete disaster.
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... and what's right... or wrong.
Liz: I know. I mean... and you know things... about me that you, um... that you shouldn't know.
Max: You're right.
Liz: I can't stop.
Liz and Max start making out again and see another batch of images from the crash. Soldiers are running towards a beeping object being buried near a radio tower.
*~*
Liz: Uh, look, Max, I saw something when we were... it was something being buried, and it felt like it was something... something important. It was here.
A beeping sound is heard.
*~*
*~*
Max tears Liz's dress open, there is a growing blood stain.
Max: Uhh... it's gonna be OK.
Max: Liz, LIZ! You have to look at me. You have to look at me.
Liz weakly looks at him, and he puts his hand over the bullet wound. Images of Liz as a child flash by. Max sighs and when he takes his hand away, the wound is healed.
Max: You're all right now. You're all right.
Max breaks a ketchup bottle and pours the ketchup over her.
Max: You broke a bottle when you fell, spilled ketchup on yourself. Don't say anything please.
*~*
Liz is home. She takes off her uniform and puts in it a book bag. She goes over to her mirror and sees a funny silver hand print on her stomach where Max healed her.
*~*
Liz: Can we just focus here for one minute please?
She lifts her shirt and shows him the mark on her stomach.
Max: Wow.
*~*
Max: I've never tried this before, but maybe I can make the connection go the other way. So you can see, you know that, that I'm still me.
He advances until he's in front of her.
Max: I have to touch you.
Liz nods. Max puts his hands on both side of her head.
Max: Now just take deep breaths and try to let your mind blank out.
Liz gets a rush of images: Max on the first day and how he sees her, in the halls at school talking to Maria, Max and Isabel walking down the road and the Evans finding them.
*~*
Liz: Isabel... I'm... I'm not trying to take him away from you. I mean... I could never even do that.
Isabel: I know.
Liz: But what if... Would you take him away from me?
Liz: Where is he? Where… where is…
Isabel: I don’t know. I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where I am.
*~*
Max pulls away.
Max: Did it work?
Liz nods and Max looks at her embarrassed.
*~*
Liz turns around and starts to leave and Max grabs her and they start making out. As Liz becomes overwhelmed with emotion, she sees images of something flying through space.
*~*
Liz: I saw things, Maria. Did you see things when you and Michael kissed?
Maria: What exactly did you see?
Liz: Stars.
*~*
Liz: Ahh! Max, hold me.
Liz sees the image of the saucer flying towards Earth and crashing into the desert.
*~*
Liz: Uh, Max, I have to show you something. Max, you know the things I saw, the stars and everything? I didn't make them up. They're real. Max, I saw this. I saw it. Max, this afternoon... I think I saw the crash.
*~*
Liz: You saw my fantasy?
*~*
Max touches the glowing hickey and they see a rush of images of military personnel rushing towards something that is beeping.
Liz: This is getting really weird, Max.
Max moves his hand down Liz's arm, and a glowing light follows his hand.
Liz: Max... do you understand any of this?
Max: No.
Liz: Can you take your shirt off?
Max: Can I? Yeah.
Max takes off his shirt and Liz tries to create a glowing light on Max's body by running her hand over his chest.
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.
Liz: No, Max. We can't do this.
Max: I know.
Liz: You know, could I, uh... could I get sick?
Max: I don't know anything. I don't even know who I am.
Liz: You know, the... 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... it would be a complete disaster.
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... and what's right... or wrong.
Liz: I know. I mean... and you know things... about me that you, um... that you shouldn't know.
Max: You're right.
Liz: I can't stop.
Liz and Max start making out again and see another batch of images from the crash. Soldiers are running towards a beeping object being buried near a radio tower.
*~*
Liz: Uh, look, Max, I saw something when we were... it was something being buried, and it felt like it was something... something important. It was here.
A beeping sound is heard.
*~*
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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Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Seven
*~*
A ringing sound is heard.
Liz ran into her room and picked up the phone just as the message on her answering machine began. She made her way to the machine and turned it off as it beeped.
Liz: Hello?
Maria: He’s not giving up.
Liz: What? Maria?
Maria: Listen, chica, he’s on his way over. I just thought I’d give you a head’s up.
Liz: (sighs) What am I gonna do?
Maria: I don’t know. He seems pretty confident.
Liz: Yeah, umm... things got a little out of control last night.
Maria: What exactly do you mean by ‘out of control?’ Like, running around the room with scissors...
Liz: No, more like... what was going on the night you walked in on us at Michael’s.
Maria: Third, huh? Wow. How did that happen?
Liz: I... Umm, it’s embarrassing.
Maria: C’mon, come on! Work with me here!
Liz: I went over to his house to talk to him, to try to get him to listen to me. You know? And, umm, it was kinda late, so I went to his window... and it was open...
Maria: And...?
Liz: Max was... umm... entertaining...
Maria: What? Who was there?
Liz groaned, not really wanting to divulge the steamy details to her inquisitive friend.
Liz: It was just him... by himself... entertaining...
Maria: So, what, he was playing a computer game?
Liz: Well, he was playing with something...
Maria: So, what? He was rearranging his CDs? Practicing brooding looks in the mirror?
Liz: Jesus, Maria! He was jerking off, okay? And I stood there and watched him... And I couldn’t walk away...
Maria: (chuckles) I just wanted to hear you say it.
Liz: Okay, well, I think that’s about enough for tonight’s show and tell.
Maria: Ooh! I get a show?
Liz couldn’t hold back the laugh that her friend prompted. She quickly remembered the Max situation, however, and let out a sigh.
Liz: (whispers) What am I gonna do?
Maria: (hesitates) Just... follow your heart, Liz. I’ll see you tomorrow?
Liz: Yeah... Bye.
Liz hung her head and idly stared at the phone she was holding in her lax hand. She turned it off and threw the cordless onto her bed. Unsure of what to do, Liz scrubbed her hands over her face and plopped down heavily on the end of her bed.
She felt his presence before he made it over the ladder. Liz inhaled deeply, mentally preparing herself for the impending confrontation. She turned as Max tapped lightly on her window. She saw the hope shining in his eyes and cursed softly. He anxiously waited for her to let him in, desperately clutching a bouquet of white roses in one hand and two Gomez tickets in the other. Max allowed a tentative smile to pass his face as she opened her window.
Liz: What are you doing here, Max?
Max: Can I come in?
Liz: (sighs) Yeah... Just for a minute, though. My parents are gone for the weekend and left me in charge of the café. So...
Max couldn’t help the spark that lit in his eyes at the mention of her absent parents. He climbed into her room and handed her the flowers. She busied herself putting them in a vase from her bathroom. Liz felt his eyes as they traveled over her body. She could almost feel his lips tasting her neck, his hands caressing her naked skin, his... She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fighting against the memory of what they had done the night before. She kept her back to him as she arranged the flowers on her bureau.
Liz: So...
Max: Right. I, uh... I know you said you didn’t want to go... but I already bought the tickets... And... and I thought maybe... after last night... you might change your mind.
Liz: Last night was a mis -
Max: Don’t you dare finish that sentence! Last night... last night was the first time I’ve been able to really feel anything in months. Months, Liz! I just... I love you. It’s all you need to know.
Liz: NO! I can’t, Max. This... us... it can’t be.
Max: Why?
She whirled around to face him, an incredulous expression on her face.
Liz: You know damn well why! Please, Max, just leave. Stop torturing me with what I can’t have...
Max: But you can. I’ll always be yours.
Liz: MAX! As much as I want you to be, you’re NOT mine. You’re... God, you’re hers... theirs... You’ve got a whole fucking planet counting on you!
Max: I know. How could I ever forget? But... What good will I be without you by my side? I need you, Liz.
Liz: I know you think you do, but -
Max: It’s not just me.
Liz: What do you mean?
Max: I-Isabel... and even Michael... they both think I’m a better person... a better leader when you’re around...
Liz: I never said I’d cut you out of my life.
Max: What would you do, then? Stay near, but never talk to me or look at me? Let guys who will never love you like you deserve to be loved touch you? The way you want me to touch you? (sighs) I... I know I don’t deserve your love, either, but -
Liz: Damnit, Max, you do! Okay? You love me, and I love you, but us loving each other just doesn’t work. You’ve said it yourself... (deepens voice to imitate him) “I make you forget everything else.”
Max: Don’t do that, Liz.
Liz: What? Point out the truth?
Max: No, use my words against me. ‘Cause we can play that game all night... Every objection I had... You said you didn’t care! What’s changed?
Liz: Everything!
Max: No, Liz... You’re complicating something that should be so simple... A boy and a girl falling in love... and staying together through thick and thin.
Liz: What, do you think I’ve abandoned you?
Max: NO! No, I, uh... I don’t know. I guess... sometimes it feels that way. But, I... I want you to be happy, Liz. And... I want to be happy, too... And I know... that being with you will make me happy... But what about you? Are you happy, Liz?
She pulled her attention from his pleading eyes, knowing that she’d never be able to stand her ground if she let him see the love shining in her own. Liz sat on the edge of her bed and braced her elbows on her knees and then rested her weary head in her hands.
Liz: (whispers) Why won’t you let this go?
Max set the tickets down on her desk and slowly approached her. When he reached her bedside, he knelt before her and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. She was barely holding back tears.
Max: Because I love you... because I know you don’t really want me to let it go.
They became locked in a gaze that would determine their futures. Max held his breath, praying that she wouldn’t turn away from him again. He took a chance and reached forward to push a strand of hair behind her ear.
Max: You had a, uh...
She smiled at him and reached up to grasp his helping hand in hers.
Liz: Hair thing... right. Thanks.
She licked her dry lips and barely registered the soft groan that her action elicited from Max. She looked down at her thigh where their hands were firmly joined. When she returned her gaze to his eyes, Liz had made her decision.
*~*
A ringing sound is heard.
Liz ran into her room and picked up the phone just as the message on her answering machine began. She made her way to the machine and turned it off as it beeped.
Liz: Hello?
Maria: He’s not giving up.
Liz: What? Maria?
Maria: Listen, chica, he’s on his way over. I just thought I’d give you a head’s up.
Liz: (sighs) What am I gonna do?
Maria: I don’t know. He seems pretty confident.
Liz: Yeah, umm... things got a little out of control last night.
Maria: What exactly do you mean by ‘out of control?’ Like, running around the room with scissors...
Liz: No, more like... what was going on the night you walked in on us at Michael’s.
Maria: Third, huh? Wow. How did that happen?
Liz: I... Umm, it’s embarrassing.
Maria: C’mon, come on! Work with me here!
Liz: I went over to his house to talk to him, to try to get him to listen to me. You know? And, umm, it was kinda late, so I went to his window... and it was open...
Maria: And...?
Liz: Max was... umm... entertaining...
Maria: What? Who was there?
Liz groaned, not really wanting to divulge the steamy details to her inquisitive friend.
Liz: It was just him... by himself... entertaining...
Maria: So, what, he was playing a computer game?
Liz: Well, he was playing with something...
Maria: So, what? He was rearranging his CDs? Practicing brooding looks in the mirror?
Liz: Jesus, Maria! He was jerking off, okay? And I stood there and watched him... And I couldn’t walk away...
Maria: (chuckles) I just wanted to hear you say it.
Liz: Okay, well, I think that’s about enough for tonight’s show and tell.
Maria: Ooh! I get a show?
Liz couldn’t hold back the laugh that her friend prompted. She quickly remembered the Max situation, however, and let out a sigh.
Liz: (whispers) What am I gonna do?
Maria: (hesitates) Just... follow your heart, Liz. I’ll see you tomorrow?
Liz: Yeah... Bye.
Liz hung her head and idly stared at the phone she was holding in her lax hand. She turned it off and threw the cordless onto her bed. Unsure of what to do, Liz scrubbed her hands over her face and plopped down heavily on the end of her bed.
She felt his presence before he made it over the ladder. Liz inhaled deeply, mentally preparing herself for the impending confrontation. She turned as Max tapped lightly on her window. She saw the hope shining in his eyes and cursed softly. He anxiously waited for her to let him in, desperately clutching a bouquet of white roses in one hand and two Gomez tickets in the other. Max allowed a tentative smile to pass his face as she opened her window.
Liz: What are you doing here, Max?
Max: Can I come in?
Liz: (sighs) Yeah... Just for a minute, though. My parents are gone for the weekend and left me in charge of the café. So...
Max couldn’t help the spark that lit in his eyes at the mention of her absent parents. He climbed into her room and handed her the flowers. She busied herself putting them in a vase from her bathroom. Liz felt his eyes as they traveled over her body. She could almost feel his lips tasting her neck, his hands caressing her naked skin, his... She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fighting against the memory of what they had done the night before. She kept her back to him as she arranged the flowers on her bureau.
Liz: So...
Max: Right. I, uh... I know you said you didn’t want to go... but I already bought the tickets... And... and I thought maybe... after last night... you might change your mind.
Liz: Last night was a mis -
Max: Don’t you dare finish that sentence! Last night... last night was the first time I’ve been able to really feel anything in months. Months, Liz! I just... I love you. It’s all you need to know.
Liz: NO! I can’t, Max. This... us... it can’t be.
Max: Why?
She whirled around to face him, an incredulous expression on her face.
Liz: You know damn well why! Please, Max, just leave. Stop torturing me with what I can’t have...
Max: But you can. I’ll always be yours.
Liz: MAX! As much as I want you to be, you’re NOT mine. You’re... God, you’re hers... theirs... You’ve got a whole fucking planet counting on you!
Max: I know. How could I ever forget? But... What good will I be without you by my side? I need you, Liz.
Liz: I know you think you do, but -
Max: It’s not just me.
Liz: What do you mean?
Max: I-Isabel... and even Michael... they both think I’m a better person... a better leader when you’re around...
Liz: I never said I’d cut you out of my life.
Max: What would you do, then? Stay near, but never talk to me or look at me? Let guys who will never love you like you deserve to be loved touch you? The way you want me to touch you? (sighs) I... I know I don’t deserve your love, either, but -
Liz: Damnit, Max, you do! Okay? You love me, and I love you, but us loving each other just doesn’t work. You’ve said it yourself... (deepens voice to imitate him) “I make you forget everything else.”
Max: Don’t do that, Liz.
Liz: What? Point out the truth?
Max: No, use my words against me. ‘Cause we can play that game all night... Every objection I had... You said you didn’t care! What’s changed?
Liz: Everything!
Max: No, Liz... You’re complicating something that should be so simple... A boy and a girl falling in love... and staying together through thick and thin.
Liz: What, do you think I’ve abandoned you?
Max: NO! No, I, uh... I don’t know. I guess... sometimes it feels that way. But, I... I want you to be happy, Liz. And... I want to be happy, too... And I know... that being with you will make me happy... But what about you? Are you happy, Liz?
She pulled her attention from his pleading eyes, knowing that she’d never be able to stand her ground if she let him see the love shining in her own. Liz sat on the edge of her bed and braced her elbows on her knees and then rested her weary head in her hands.
Liz: (whispers) Why won’t you let this go?
Max set the tickets down on her desk and slowly approached her. When he reached her bedside, he knelt before her and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. She was barely holding back tears.
Max: Because I love you... because I know you don’t really want me to let it go.
They became locked in a gaze that would determine their futures. Max held his breath, praying that she wouldn’t turn away from him again. He took a chance and reached forward to push a strand of hair behind her ear.
Max: You had a, uh...
She smiled at him and reached up to grasp his helping hand in hers.
Liz: Hair thing... right. Thanks.
She licked her dry lips and barely registered the soft groan that her action elicited from Max. She looked down at her thigh where their hands were firmly joined. When she returned her gaze to his eyes, Liz had made her decision.
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
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Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight
*~*
Liz used her free hand to cup his cheek. Max closed his eyes, enjoying what he feared would be his last intimate contact with the love of his life. She removed her other hand from his grasp and brought it up to his face, as well. As she leaned toward him, she swallowed loudly. Liz rested her forehead against his and reveled in his presence. She closed her eyes as she prepared her words.
Max, fearing the worst, opened his mouth to voice one last protest. She cut him off before a single word could pass his lips.
Liz: Max... I-I love you. And I always will...
Max: But?
Liz: But I need some reassurance that... if we got back together... you wouldn’t lose your way again. ‘Cause... I... I don’t want to be the reason you fall...
Max: Liz, I...
Liz: Can you promise me, Max? Promise me that you’ll honor your duties... that you won’t put me ahead of your planet...
Max: Oh, Liz... I... I’d promise you the moon if I thought I could get it for you... if it meant I’d have you in my arms again.
Liz: I want - no, I need to hear the words, Max.
Max smiled his first genuine smile in months as he saw their happy ending in sight. He captured her face in his palms, mimicking her actions.
Max: I, Maxwell Evans, do hereby promise one Elizabeth Parker, the most beautiful woman in the universe, to be the best King I can be, even if it means putting my duties ahead of her... you... Oh, God, Liz, I love you!
Liz: I love you, too, Max!
Tears fell down the cheeks of both lovers as they committed themselves to each other... to a future of endless possibilities. She could no longer deny herself... or Max of what they both truly wanted.
Max: Can I kiss you now?
Liz laughed at his playfulness and nodded her head. His eyes took in the beauty of her face, and he quickly decided that she was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Her laughter died down as she looked into his intense gaze.
Max leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled back and waited for her response. When he didn’t kiss her again, Liz opened her eyes to see the amusement on his face.
Liz: I think it’s safe to say you never have to ask permission to kiss me ever again.
He grinned, a sight that burned itself into Liz’s memory. It was a rare, happy occasion that forced his lips into such a beautiful smile.
When she least expected it, Max sprang forward, pushing her onto her back. He moved her body until she was rested comfortably in the middle of the bed. Max then bounced toward her, landing his body next to hers before capturing her smiling lips.
Max pulled back and gazed down at her slightly flushed face. He lovingly traced over her fine features and smiled when she attempted to grasp his finger between her lips.
Max: You’re so beautiful.
Liz: Max, I -
Max: I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how beautiful you are, if that’s what it takes. I love you, Liz Parker.
Her eyes traveled over his face, savoring the relaxation she felt in him. She pulled his head down towards hers, stopping just as their lips touched.
Liz: I love you, too, Max Evans. (giggles) Now, what did I say about kissing me?
Max didn’t wait for further instruction. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers and closed his eyes as he heard her contented sigh.
Liz wrapped her arms around him, urging his body closer and his mouth deeper. The pressure she exerted on his head finally got its message through to Max. He carefully settled his body on top of hers and hugged her tightly to him.
When her body began to move slightly under his, Max deepened his kisses. He massaged the base of her head in a large hand as their chaste kisses became more feverish. They chased after each other’s lips, sucking and nibbling on the captured flesh.
Liz eased his shirts out of his pants, mildly irritated to find more than one layer between her restless fingers and his warm skin. Her hand lightly trailed over his sides and back, causing Max to shiver in her arms. He, too, managed to get a hand beneath her sweater, and their playful antics intensified as they got caught up in their kisses.
Max flicked his tongue against her swollen lips, prompting Liz to open her mouth to his silent request. He traced the contours of her lips and mouth before teasingly touching his tongue to hers. He quickly withdrew, prompting her to follow into his own mouth.
She accepted the challenge, and they were soon engulfed in each other, easily getting caught up in their heated embrace. Their tongues delved deeply into the other’s mouth with varying force. They swirled and licked, nipped and sucked, lost to all but the feel of each other.
Max ripped his mouth from hers as he felt her trying to lift his polo over his head. He hastily removed it and the t-shirt he wore beneath it, leaving his chest and back bare to her questing hands. Liz managed to trap one of his thighs between hers and rolled until they were both laying on their sides. She hungrily licked and sucked at his jaw, making her way to his sensitive ears.
As Liz sucked on an earlobe, Max unbuttoned her cardigan. As he felt her trace small circles around one of his nipples, he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same to her. He pulled her arms free of the sweater and tossed it away from them. She rolled over until she lay on top of him. Liz sat up then, her bottom squirming around as she tried to free herself from the white tank that was keeping her chest from his.
Max’s hands went to her gyrating hips, and, reluctant to stop her motions, he began to guide her shapely ass in a more regular rhythm. There was a sound of ripping cloth as Liz impatiently tore her tank from her body. His hands stopped their gentle guiding as he watched her strip. Her frustration was making her simple task rather difficult, and Max delighted in the sight of her flushed face, her hair in wild disarray, and the slight bounce in her breasts as she got herself free.
Liz tossed the defiant shirt to the ground with an accompanying ‘harrumph’ of triumph. She blew harshly out of her mouth, trying to get her disheveled hair off of her face. When this didn’t work, she brought her arms up to straighten out the mess, tossing the tamed locks behind her shoulders.
As she was running both of her hands through the hair at the top of her head, she remembered where she was and what she had been doing. Liz looked up to find Max’s heated gaze fixed on her breasts. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but the admiration shining in his eyes kept her hands where they were.
Feeling a bit naughty, Liz wiggled her hips. Max groaned and pulled his attention away from her swinging breasts to look into her amused eyes. With a gleam in her eyes, Liz propelled herself forward, landing on his warm chest with a thud.
Max secured her writhing body to his with one arm while he used the other to help push his body backward, hoping to find a more comfortable position. As Liz increased her lower body’s frantic motions, Max’s whimpers turned into a cry of distress.
Max: OW!
Liz: Max? What’s...
*So, this was a lovely distraction from a ten page paper on the lasting effects of Wilsonian foreign policy... I'm afraid that this came out much, much better. Hope you enjoy it!
-Jen*
*~*
Liz used her free hand to cup his cheek. Max closed his eyes, enjoying what he feared would be his last intimate contact with the love of his life. She removed her other hand from his grasp and brought it up to his face, as well. As she leaned toward him, she swallowed loudly. Liz rested her forehead against his and reveled in his presence. She closed her eyes as she prepared her words.
Max, fearing the worst, opened his mouth to voice one last protest. She cut him off before a single word could pass his lips.
Liz: Max... I-I love you. And I always will...
Max: But?
Liz: But I need some reassurance that... if we got back together... you wouldn’t lose your way again. ‘Cause... I... I don’t want to be the reason you fall...
Max: Liz, I...
Liz: Can you promise me, Max? Promise me that you’ll honor your duties... that you won’t put me ahead of your planet...
Max: Oh, Liz... I... I’d promise you the moon if I thought I could get it for you... if it meant I’d have you in my arms again.
Liz: I want - no, I need to hear the words, Max.
Max smiled his first genuine smile in months as he saw their happy ending in sight. He captured her face in his palms, mimicking her actions.
Max: I, Maxwell Evans, do hereby promise one Elizabeth Parker, the most beautiful woman in the universe, to be the best King I can be, even if it means putting my duties ahead of her... you... Oh, God, Liz, I love you!
Liz: I love you, too, Max!
Tears fell down the cheeks of both lovers as they committed themselves to each other... to a future of endless possibilities. She could no longer deny herself... or Max of what they both truly wanted.
Max: Can I kiss you now?
Liz laughed at his playfulness and nodded her head. His eyes took in the beauty of her face, and he quickly decided that she was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Her laughter died down as she looked into his intense gaze.
Max leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled back and waited for her response. When he didn’t kiss her again, Liz opened her eyes to see the amusement on his face.
Liz: I think it’s safe to say you never have to ask permission to kiss me ever again.
He grinned, a sight that burned itself into Liz’s memory. It was a rare, happy occasion that forced his lips into such a beautiful smile.
When she least expected it, Max sprang forward, pushing her onto her back. He moved her body until she was rested comfortably in the middle of the bed. Max then bounced toward her, landing his body next to hers before capturing her smiling lips.
Max pulled back and gazed down at her slightly flushed face. He lovingly traced over her fine features and smiled when she attempted to grasp his finger between her lips.
Max: You’re so beautiful.
Liz: Max, I -
Max: I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how beautiful you are, if that’s what it takes. I love you, Liz Parker.
Her eyes traveled over his face, savoring the relaxation she felt in him. She pulled his head down towards hers, stopping just as their lips touched.
Liz: I love you, too, Max Evans. (giggles) Now, what did I say about kissing me?
Max didn’t wait for further instruction. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers and closed his eyes as he heard her contented sigh.
Liz wrapped her arms around him, urging his body closer and his mouth deeper. The pressure she exerted on his head finally got its message through to Max. He carefully settled his body on top of hers and hugged her tightly to him.
When her body began to move slightly under his, Max deepened his kisses. He massaged the base of her head in a large hand as their chaste kisses became more feverish. They chased after each other’s lips, sucking and nibbling on the captured flesh.
Liz eased his shirts out of his pants, mildly irritated to find more than one layer between her restless fingers and his warm skin. Her hand lightly trailed over his sides and back, causing Max to shiver in her arms. He, too, managed to get a hand beneath her sweater, and their playful antics intensified as they got caught up in their kisses.
Max flicked his tongue against her swollen lips, prompting Liz to open her mouth to his silent request. He traced the contours of her lips and mouth before teasingly touching his tongue to hers. He quickly withdrew, prompting her to follow into his own mouth.
She accepted the challenge, and they were soon engulfed in each other, easily getting caught up in their heated embrace. Their tongues delved deeply into the other’s mouth with varying force. They swirled and licked, nipped and sucked, lost to all but the feel of each other.
Max ripped his mouth from hers as he felt her trying to lift his polo over his head. He hastily removed it and the t-shirt he wore beneath it, leaving his chest and back bare to her questing hands. Liz managed to trap one of his thighs between hers and rolled until they were both laying on their sides. She hungrily licked and sucked at his jaw, making her way to his sensitive ears.
As Liz sucked on an earlobe, Max unbuttoned her cardigan. As he felt her trace small circles around one of his nipples, he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same to her. He pulled her arms free of the sweater and tossed it away from them. She rolled over until she lay on top of him. Liz sat up then, her bottom squirming around as she tried to free herself from the white tank that was keeping her chest from his.
Max’s hands went to her gyrating hips, and, reluctant to stop her motions, he began to guide her shapely ass in a more regular rhythm. There was a sound of ripping cloth as Liz impatiently tore her tank from her body. His hands stopped their gentle guiding as he watched her strip. Her frustration was making her simple task rather difficult, and Max delighted in the sight of her flushed face, her hair in wild disarray, and the slight bounce in her breasts as she got herself free.
Liz tossed the defiant shirt to the ground with an accompanying ‘harrumph’ of triumph. She blew harshly out of her mouth, trying to get her disheveled hair off of her face. When this didn’t work, she brought her arms up to straighten out the mess, tossing the tamed locks behind her shoulders.
As she was running both of her hands through the hair at the top of her head, she remembered where she was and what she had been doing. Liz looked up to find Max’s heated gaze fixed on her breasts. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but the admiration shining in his eyes kept her hands where they were.
Feeling a bit naughty, Liz wiggled her hips. Max groaned and pulled his attention away from her swinging breasts to look into her amused eyes. With a gleam in her eyes, Liz propelled herself forward, landing on his warm chest with a thud.
Max secured her writhing body to his with one arm while he used the other to help push his body backward, hoping to find a more comfortable position. As Liz increased her lower body’s frantic motions, Max’s whimpers turned into a cry of distress.
Max: OW!
Liz: Max? What’s...
*So, this was a lovely distraction from a ten page paper on the lasting effects of Wilsonian foreign policy... I'm afraid that this came out much, much better. Hope you enjoy 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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Jen11Star
- Enthusiastic Roswellian
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:30 pm
- Location: Massachusetts
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Twenty Nine
*~*
Max reached under his back and retrieved the source of his discomfort.
Liz: Oh, God... (laughs) where... where did it... Did it hurt you, umm...
Max: No! No, it just dug into my shoulder blade.
Liz: Oh, you poor thing!
She grabbed the phone dangling from his hand and tossed it to the ground.
Liz: Now that that’s taken care of, why don’t you roll over so I can kiss it and make it better?
Max rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows that were infused with her scent. Liz placed a few light kisses on his injured shoulder and then began to massage the muscles of his neck. As she worked her way down his back, her hair tickled his sensitive skin. He had to bite into a pillow to keep back his laughter when he heard Liz rambling on under her breath.
Liz: Reeeeal smooth, Liz. You just got him back, and the first thing you do is stab him? Is this what that crazy fortune teller meant? Oh, sure, I won’t be left wanting, too bad my boyfriend will be too maimed to enjoy himself. He chooses me, and I -
Max: Uhh, Liz?
Liz looked up from her perch on the backs of Max’s thighs to see a wicked smile curving his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She opened her mouth to reply, but a startled squeak came out when Max flipped himself around beneath her spread legs. He pulled her down to rest on his chest, idly playing with a few strands of her hair while Liz got herself situated. When she finally stopped moving, Max placed a light kiss on the top of her head and let out a content sigh.
Liz: Umm, didn’t you want to ask me something?
Max: Oh, uh, yeah. I was just wondering when you were planning on maiming me?
Liz: I - what? OhmyGod, you heard that?
Max: Yep. Care to explain?
Liz buried her face in the crook of his neck and mumbled out a few explanatory words.
Max: I’m sorry, what was that?
Liz: I’m not going to maim you, I just... Well, see, the other day, I went with Alex and Maria to see a psychic -
Max: You did, huh?
Liz: Yes. Now, as I was saying, we went to see this crazy lady, Madame Vivian. She read my cards and told me that, umm, well, that you’d choose me over your destiny...
Max: Sounds like a smart woman.
Liz: Yeah, and, umm, thenshesaidyou’dbeagreatlover.
Max: I didn’t catch that.
Liz let out a frustrated huff and wiggled herself back into her former position, straddling Max’s hips. She crossed her arms over her bare chest and looked down at the small trail of hair that disappeared beneath his pants.
Liz: Fine. She said I wouldn’t be left wanting, okay? She practically said you’d be a fucking sex god! Now, can we -
Max: So... is that why I’m in your bed right now? ‘Cause I’m a sure thing?
Liz released yet another exasperated breath as she felt Max’s body shaking. She looked up at him with an exaggerated pout and his shakes became full-bodied laughs.
Liz: I’m glad you think this is so funny.
Max: Liz, I... (gasps for breath) I already knew about it. I just... the way you said it...
Liz: You knew!? How?
Max only shrugged as he wiped away the tears collecting at the outer edges of his eyes.
Liz: Oh. Of course. Maria. Honestly, is there anything she can keep to herself?
Max: Well, in her words, I was “destined to be your Sex King.”
Liz had to turn her head away to hide her growing smile. Max knew better, though, and pulled her down on top of him. He quickly rolled them over so that he was settled over her body. Liz had clamped a hand over her misbehaving mouth, refusing to admit that the situation was in fact funny. Max began tickling her naked sides, forcing her to squirm around and drop her hand in an effort to still his frolicsome fingers.
With the removal of her hand, the sound of Liz’s laughter could no longer be contained. She let out a delighted squeal when Max added nuzzles and nips to his tickling torture. He laughed against her rib cage when Liz’s giggles turned into loud hiccups.
Liz: Max! This isn’t... hic... funny!
Max: Nope.
Liz: I... hic... Damnit! Can you... hic... do something?
Max shifted forward until his face was hovering directly above hers. He took her mouth in a heated kiss, only to quickly pull away in a fit of laughter when she hiccuped with his tongue in her mouth.
Liz: Ma - hic - aax!
He contained his giddiness and placed a hand over the delicate skin of her neck. He stared into her eyes while he concentrated on easing her spasms. As Liz’s hiccups subsided, a connection began to form between them.
*~*
Max reached under his back and retrieved the source of his discomfort.
Liz: Oh, God... (laughs) where... where did it... Did it hurt you, umm...
Max: No! No, it just dug into my shoulder blade.
Liz: Oh, you poor thing!
She grabbed the phone dangling from his hand and tossed it to the ground.
Liz: Now that that’s taken care of, why don’t you roll over so I can kiss it and make it better?
Max rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows that were infused with her scent. Liz placed a few light kisses on his injured shoulder and then began to massage the muscles of his neck. As she worked her way down his back, her hair tickled his sensitive skin. He had to bite into a pillow to keep back his laughter when he heard Liz rambling on under her breath.
Liz: Reeeeal smooth, Liz. You just got him back, and the first thing you do is stab him? Is this what that crazy fortune teller meant? Oh, sure, I won’t be left wanting, too bad my boyfriend will be too maimed to enjoy himself. He chooses me, and I -
Max: Uhh, Liz?
Liz looked up from her perch on the backs of Max’s thighs to see a wicked smile curving his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She opened her mouth to reply, but a startled squeak came out when Max flipped himself around beneath her spread legs. He pulled her down to rest on his chest, idly playing with a few strands of her hair while Liz got herself situated. When she finally stopped moving, Max placed a light kiss on the top of her head and let out a content sigh.
Liz: Umm, didn’t you want to ask me something?
Max: Oh, uh, yeah. I was just wondering when you were planning on maiming me?
Liz: I - what? OhmyGod, you heard that?
Max: Yep. Care to explain?
Liz buried her face in the crook of his neck and mumbled out a few explanatory words.
Max: I’m sorry, what was that?
Liz: I’m not going to maim you, I just... Well, see, the other day, I went with Alex and Maria to see a psychic -
Max: You did, huh?
Liz: Yes. Now, as I was saying, we went to see this crazy lady, Madame Vivian. She read my cards and told me that, umm, well, that you’d choose me over your destiny...
Max: Sounds like a smart woman.
Liz: Yeah, and, umm, thenshesaidyou’dbeagreatlover.
Max: I didn’t catch that.
Liz let out a frustrated huff and wiggled herself back into her former position, straddling Max’s hips. She crossed her arms over her bare chest and looked down at the small trail of hair that disappeared beneath his pants.
Liz: Fine. She said I wouldn’t be left wanting, okay? She practically said you’d be a fucking sex god! Now, can we -
Max: So... is that why I’m in your bed right now? ‘Cause I’m a sure thing?
Liz released yet another exasperated breath as she felt Max’s body shaking. She looked up at him with an exaggerated pout and his shakes became full-bodied laughs.
Liz: I’m glad you think this is so funny.
Max: Liz, I... (gasps for breath) I already knew about it. I just... the way you said it...
Liz: You knew!? How?
Max only shrugged as he wiped away the tears collecting at the outer edges of his eyes.
Liz: Oh. Of course. Maria. Honestly, is there anything she can keep to herself?
Max: Well, in her words, I was “destined to be your Sex King.”
Liz had to turn her head away to hide her growing smile. Max knew better, though, and pulled her down on top of him. He quickly rolled them over so that he was settled over her body. Liz had clamped a hand over her misbehaving mouth, refusing to admit that the situation was in fact funny. Max began tickling her naked sides, forcing her to squirm around and drop her hand in an effort to still his frolicsome fingers.
With the removal of her hand, the sound of Liz’s laughter could no longer be contained. She let out a delighted squeal when Max added nuzzles and nips to his tickling torture. He laughed against her rib cage when Liz’s giggles turned into loud hiccups.
Liz: Max! This isn’t... hic... funny!
Max: Nope.
Liz: I... hic... Damnit! Can you... hic... do something?
Max shifted forward until his face was hovering directly above hers. He took her mouth in a heated kiss, only to quickly pull away in a fit of laughter when she hiccuped with his tongue in her mouth.
Liz: Ma - hic - aax!
He contained his giddiness and placed a hand over the delicate skin of her neck. He stared into her eyes while he concentrated on easing her spasms. As Liz’s hiccups subsided, a connection began to form between them.
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 Thirty A
Chapter Thirty A
*~*
As their souls reunited, their bodies rushed to follow suit. Liz looked up at Max, witnessing the joy and love that shone back at her. Even more obvious was his desire for her. She felt his need and her own passion soared.
Her hiccups cured, Max’s eyes traveled over Liz’s flushed face. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth parted in a soft sigh, and their motions became more impassioned. Max shifted over her until he had a leg wedged firmly between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her mouth, gaining the upper hand until she thrust her own tongue into his mouth.
Their kisses were wild and wet. Their bodies undulated against each other, desperately trying to ease the ever-growing ache making itself known. Max’s lips trailed down from her lips, sucking on every bit of skin he contacted. Her chin, her throat, her jaw, her ear. She could hear his harsh breathing in her ear as he laved the delicate skin behind her earlobe, and the sound sent a wave of lust-filled goose bumps through her body.
No longer content to remain passive, Liz urged Max up to her lips. She buried a hand in the thick hair at the back of his head while the other searched for its rightful place. He shifted away from her upper torso a bit in order to access her breasts. One of his hands remained on her lower back while the other explored her waiting chest.
His hand squeezed her breast, feeling the differing consistencies of the flesh with his fingertips and his palm. His thumb grazed over a tightened nipple, eliciting a moan deep in Liz’s throat. He removed his mouth from hers and lightly captured the stiff peak between his front teeth. Her hands traveled to Max’s head, caressing his face while also applying pressure to let him know not to stop.
His head volleyed between her breasts, his hands aiding his movements. Max sucked on her nipples, tugging one away from her body, only to let it shrivel back into place as the wet surface was exposed to the cool air. He buried his face in the small valley of her chest, placing light kisses over her skin. He laved the underside of her breasts, causing Liz to arch her hips up toward his.
She let out a small whimper when he pulled his leg back from between her thighs, but it turned into a moan as his mouth increased its suction on her nipple. His free hand softly trailed up and down her arm, coming down to lightly squeeze her breast before moving on. He trailed his fingers over the skin of her stomach, pausing as he reached the button of her pants. It was quickly undone, and her zipper was lowered before Liz even registered what was happening.
As Max’s hand slid between the layers of clothing, his hand resting gently over the cotton-covered juncture of her thighs, she made no protest. Liz urged his mouth back up to her own as his fingers lightly explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. On a more even ground, Liz’s hand didn’t hesitate on its southerly journey. She softly pinched a nipple before sliding her hand down to his waistband.
Liz snuck two fingers between his dockers and his abdomen, causing Max to suck in a breath at the intimate contact. His fingers began to rub small circles between her legs. She ran her fingers across his stomach a few times before her hand moved to his belt. As her attempts to unbuckle it failed, they both let out groans. Her hand slid down to the front of his pants, curving around his covered erection and moving her cupped hand up and down over it.
His fingers became more confident and started to stroke her through her panties. As his pace increased, Liz’s fondling changed to light scratching. She let out a moan as Max slipped a finger under the damp cloth. He moved it slowly, hampered by the confines of her pants.
Max pulled away from their kisses and waited for her to open her eyes. She did so after a confused moment. They didn’t need to speak the words. Both scrambled to remove their own shoes, socks, and pants before returning to each other. They stood at the end of the bed, mostly naked, and looked anywhere but at the other.
Liz: This is ridiculous.
Max looked up, caught up in a sexual haze and the embarrassment of his protruding dick. He scratched at the base of his neck, uncertain of what was going to happen or what she was thinking.
Max: Umm...
Liz: I mean, it’s not like we’ve never done this before. I just saw you naked last night.
Max: Riiight...
Liz: (huffs) Just... take off your boxers, Max.
Max: Huh? Wh-what?
Liz: Look, I’ll take off my panties, too. Just... We’re not going any further than we have before, okay? I-I’m not... I don’t think that we’re ready for that step.
Max: We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with, Liz.
Liz: (mumbles) That’s what I’m afraid of.
Max: What?
Liz: Nothing. Now, take off your underwear!
Max eyed her warily, unsure of her intentions. At her exasperated sigh, he hurried to throw his shorts to the floor. He stood naked before her, waiting for her to follow suit. Instead, she surprised him by dropping to her knees in front of him.
Max: L-Liz?
Liz: Just relax.
Max: Okay... but... you don’t have to do this.
She arched an eyebrow, looking him in the eye before staring at the hard cock bobbing in front of her, only to return to his face. She opened her mouth and let a puff of warm air hit the oozing head of his prominent erection.
Liz: Don’t you want me to?
Max: No! I-I mean... Yeah, I...
He let out a strangled groan when Liz began peppering small kisses near his hips, keeping her mouth far from where he wanted it to be. But her movements didn’t deny all contact, as her face and hair brushed lightly against his neglected cock. She smiled against the indent of his hip when his hips thrust forward as her hair touched his skin.
Max: Liz... please...
Liz was enjoying herself. It wasn’t often that she got to see Max like this - not in control of everything around him. She decided to stretch out his punishment.
Liz: Please what, Max?
Max: I -
Liz: What, Max? All you have to do is ask...
She looked up at him again, struggling to restrain her smile. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, trying to find the courage to say the words. Liz saw the torment she was putting him through and felt a pang of remorse. She took mercy on him.
Max’s eyes flew open when he felt her fingers digging into the firm flesh of his ass. Her thumbs lightly brushed over his hips and upper thighs, steadying him for her upcoming move. Liz moistened her tongue and stuck it out, touching it to the warm skin of his cock. She began dragging her wet mouth up his length, removing a hand from his leg to steady his erection in front of her.
One of his hands found its way to Liz’s head, burying itself in her hair. His other forearm drifted up to his throw-back head, covering his eyes in an effort to maintain what was left of his composure.
Her hands had given up on steadying his body in favor of massaging his balls and keeping his cock in reaching distance of her busy mouth. She licked her way up his thick shaft and flicked her tongue over the wet head of his cock. Liz closed her lips and rubbed the head against her sealed mouth. Max let out a choked moan as she grasped the base of his shaft while using her grip to lead his cock into her mouth. She let her lips part slowly, giving just enough room for him to squeeze into her moist orifice.
Knowing from experience that she couldn’t get all of his length in her mouth, Liz kept her hand on the base of his cock. She moved her hand up toward her face while her mouth moved forward past the head. Her lips continued to close tightly when she let him out of her mouth, only to part again and let him back in. Hand met mouth repeatedly, bruising and even numbing her lips, but Max’s groans and thrusts excited her far too much to stop what she was doing.
The hand that had been fondling his loosely-hanging balls began to pull on them as they tightened. Liz cupped them in the meat of her palm while slipping two fingers behind the sacs to press against the nerve-laden skin. She also began to suck as her head pulled away from his cock, pressing her tongue especially hard against his cockhead, which began leaking a steady stream of salty precum into her mouth.
Max fought with all of his might to prolong this sweet torture, but he could only take so much. As her movements quickened, he began to feel that wonderful sensation which started in his toes, letting him know that he would be cumming soon. He brought his other hand down to her head, intending to get her attention. But with the removal of his arm, his eyes naturally gravitated to where Liz kneeled before him. The sucking, squeezing, and stimulating would have been enough to finish him off, but the sight of his cock pressing into and disappearing between her swollen lips pushed him over the edge. He held her head still while he thrust in and out of her mouth again and again, spurts of cum landing in and out of her mouth.
He closed his eyes as he finished, taking in deep gasping breaths while waiting for his heart to slow down. His hands felt her head moving, and he looked down at her through glazed eyes. Max watched as she licked her bruised lips clean, pushing her hair over her shoulders as she noticed a few stray drops of his cum on her chest.
Max wasn’t sure if she was aware that he was watching her, but her actions did nothing to slow down his racing libido. He watched as Liz used her fingertips to clean herself, only to bring them to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth one at a time, only opening her eyes when she had finished with her last finger.
He dropped to his knees and pulled her face close to his own. His eyes searched hers for any signs of distress or hesitance, but only found an answering pool of desire. Max closed his mouth over hers, throwing caution to the wind as she pressed her chest firmly against his and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He pulled back and whispered his love to her. She returned his words as he lifted her from the ground.
*I hope to have the second half of this out by Sunday. The plot is easy to come up with, but I'm having a little bit of trouble with the "romance" (wink wink). So, I hope you enjoyed it.
-Jen*
*~*
As their souls reunited, their bodies rushed to follow suit. Liz looked up at Max, witnessing the joy and love that shone back at her. Even more obvious was his desire for her. She felt his need and her own passion soared.
Her hiccups cured, Max’s eyes traveled over Liz’s flushed face. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth parted in a soft sigh, and their motions became more impassioned. Max shifted over her until he had a leg wedged firmly between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her mouth, gaining the upper hand until she thrust her own tongue into his mouth.
Their kisses were wild and wet. Their bodies undulated against each other, desperately trying to ease the ever-growing ache making itself known. Max’s lips trailed down from her lips, sucking on every bit of skin he contacted. Her chin, her throat, her jaw, her ear. She could hear his harsh breathing in her ear as he laved the delicate skin behind her earlobe, and the sound sent a wave of lust-filled goose bumps through her body.
No longer content to remain passive, Liz urged Max up to her lips. She buried a hand in the thick hair at the back of his head while the other searched for its rightful place. He shifted away from her upper torso a bit in order to access her breasts. One of his hands remained on her lower back while the other explored her waiting chest.
His hand squeezed her breast, feeling the differing consistencies of the flesh with his fingertips and his palm. His thumb grazed over a tightened nipple, eliciting a moan deep in Liz’s throat. He removed his mouth from hers and lightly captured the stiff peak between his front teeth. Her hands traveled to Max’s head, caressing his face while also applying pressure to let him know not to stop.
His head volleyed between her breasts, his hands aiding his movements. Max sucked on her nipples, tugging one away from her body, only to let it shrivel back into place as the wet surface was exposed to the cool air. He buried his face in the small valley of her chest, placing light kisses over her skin. He laved the underside of her breasts, causing Liz to arch her hips up toward his.
She let out a small whimper when he pulled his leg back from between her thighs, but it turned into a moan as his mouth increased its suction on her nipple. His free hand softly trailed up and down her arm, coming down to lightly squeeze her breast before moving on. He trailed his fingers over the skin of her stomach, pausing as he reached the button of her pants. It was quickly undone, and her zipper was lowered before Liz even registered what was happening.
As Max’s hand slid between the layers of clothing, his hand resting gently over the cotton-covered juncture of her thighs, she made no protest. Liz urged his mouth back up to her own as his fingers lightly explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. On a more even ground, Liz’s hand didn’t hesitate on its southerly journey. She softly pinched a nipple before sliding her hand down to his waistband.
Liz snuck two fingers between his dockers and his abdomen, causing Max to suck in a breath at the intimate contact. His fingers began to rub small circles between her legs. She ran her fingers across his stomach a few times before her hand moved to his belt. As her attempts to unbuckle it failed, they both let out groans. Her hand slid down to the front of his pants, curving around his covered erection and moving her cupped hand up and down over it.
His fingers became more confident and started to stroke her through her panties. As his pace increased, Liz’s fondling changed to light scratching. She let out a moan as Max slipped a finger under the damp cloth. He moved it slowly, hampered by the confines of her pants.
Max pulled away from their kisses and waited for her to open her eyes. She did so after a confused moment. They didn’t need to speak the words. Both scrambled to remove their own shoes, socks, and pants before returning to each other. They stood at the end of the bed, mostly naked, and looked anywhere but at the other.
Liz: This is ridiculous.
Max looked up, caught up in a sexual haze and the embarrassment of his protruding dick. He scratched at the base of his neck, uncertain of what was going to happen or what she was thinking.
Max: Umm...
Liz: I mean, it’s not like we’ve never done this before. I just saw you naked last night.
Max: Riiight...
Liz: (huffs) Just... take off your boxers, Max.
Max: Huh? Wh-what?
Liz: Look, I’ll take off my panties, too. Just... We’re not going any further than we have before, okay? I-I’m not... I don’t think that we’re ready for that step.
Max: We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with, Liz.
Liz: (mumbles) That’s what I’m afraid of.
Max: What?
Liz: Nothing. Now, take off your underwear!
Max eyed her warily, unsure of her intentions. At her exasperated sigh, he hurried to throw his shorts to the floor. He stood naked before her, waiting for her to follow suit. Instead, she surprised him by dropping to her knees in front of him.
Max: L-Liz?
Liz: Just relax.
Max: Okay... but... you don’t have to do this.
She arched an eyebrow, looking him in the eye before staring at the hard cock bobbing in front of her, only to return to his face. She opened her mouth and let a puff of warm air hit the oozing head of his prominent erection.
Liz: Don’t you want me to?
Max: No! I-I mean... Yeah, I...
He let out a strangled groan when Liz began peppering small kisses near his hips, keeping her mouth far from where he wanted it to be. But her movements didn’t deny all contact, as her face and hair brushed lightly against his neglected cock. She smiled against the indent of his hip when his hips thrust forward as her hair touched his skin.
Max: Liz... please...
Liz was enjoying herself. It wasn’t often that she got to see Max like this - not in control of everything around him. She decided to stretch out his punishment.
Liz: Please what, Max?
Max: I -
Liz: What, Max? All you have to do is ask...
She looked up at him again, struggling to restrain her smile. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, trying to find the courage to say the words. Liz saw the torment she was putting him through and felt a pang of remorse. She took mercy on him.
Max’s eyes flew open when he felt her fingers digging into the firm flesh of his ass. Her thumbs lightly brushed over his hips and upper thighs, steadying him for her upcoming move. Liz moistened her tongue and stuck it out, touching it to the warm skin of his cock. She began dragging her wet mouth up his length, removing a hand from his leg to steady his erection in front of her.
One of his hands found its way to Liz’s head, burying itself in her hair. His other forearm drifted up to his throw-back head, covering his eyes in an effort to maintain what was left of his composure.
Her hands had given up on steadying his body in favor of massaging his balls and keeping his cock in reaching distance of her busy mouth. She licked her way up his thick shaft and flicked her tongue over the wet head of his cock. Liz closed her lips and rubbed the head against her sealed mouth. Max let out a choked moan as she grasped the base of his shaft while using her grip to lead his cock into her mouth. She let her lips part slowly, giving just enough room for him to squeeze into her moist orifice.
Knowing from experience that she couldn’t get all of his length in her mouth, Liz kept her hand on the base of his cock. She moved her hand up toward her face while her mouth moved forward past the head. Her lips continued to close tightly when she let him out of her mouth, only to part again and let him back in. Hand met mouth repeatedly, bruising and even numbing her lips, but Max’s groans and thrusts excited her far too much to stop what she was doing.
The hand that had been fondling his loosely-hanging balls began to pull on them as they tightened. Liz cupped them in the meat of her palm while slipping two fingers behind the sacs to press against the nerve-laden skin. She also began to suck as her head pulled away from his cock, pressing her tongue especially hard against his cockhead, which began leaking a steady stream of salty precum into her mouth.
Max fought with all of his might to prolong this sweet torture, but he could only take so much. As her movements quickened, he began to feel that wonderful sensation which started in his toes, letting him know that he would be cumming soon. He brought his other hand down to her head, intending to get her attention. But with the removal of his arm, his eyes naturally gravitated to where Liz kneeled before him. The sucking, squeezing, and stimulating would have been enough to finish him off, but the sight of his cock pressing into and disappearing between her swollen lips pushed him over the edge. He held her head still while he thrust in and out of her mouth again and again, spurts of cum landing in and out of her mouth.
He closed his eyes as he finished, taking in deep gasping breaths while waiting for his heart to slow down. His hands felt her head moving, and he looked down at her through glazed eyes. Max watched as she licked her bruised lips clean, pushing her hair over her shoulders as she noticed a few stray drops of his cum on her chest.
Max wasn’t sure if she was aware that he was watching her, but her actions did nothing to slow down his racing libido. He watched as Liz used her fingertips to clean herself, only to bring them to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth one at a time, only opening her eyes when she had finished with her last finger.
He dropped to his knees and pulled her face close to his own. His eyes searched hers for any signs of distress or hesitance, but only found an answering pool of desire. Max closed his mouth over hers, throwing caution to the wind as she pressed her chest firmly against his and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He pulled back and whispered his love to her. She returned his words as he lifted her from the ground.
*I hope to have the second half of this out by Sunday. The plot is easy to come up with, but I'm having a little bit of trouble with the "romance" (wink wink). So, I hope you enjoyed 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 Thirty B
Chapter Thirty B
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Max cradled her to his naked chest, turning his head to bury his nose in her fragrant hair before laying her on the bed. His eyes traveled the length of her body, only to make the same visual quest back up to her eyes.
Max: I love you.
She turned onto her side to face him.
Liz: I love you, too. Lay down with me?
He crawled into her bed, molding the front of his body to the back of hers. Liz was aware of his every movement and very aware of their state of undress. She sighed as he leaned up on an arm, brushing her hair away from her neck. Max started planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder. He continued on, sending shivers throughout her body, not stopping until he reached her ear.
Max: I thought I’d never get to hold you like this.
Liz: I didn’t, either. I mean, there’s still this part of me that thinks I’m being horribly selfish allowing myself to be in your arms again, but...
It was easier to discuss such a tender topic when they weren’t facing each other. Max continued to leave trails of small kisses up and down her neck and shoulder. His free hand, which had been resting benignly on the curve of her hip, began to idly trace over her skin as he concentrated on his thoughts and her words.
Max: But...?
Liz: But I just... I love you too much to keep denying this... us. I-I know they say you have to set something free if you love it, and, I mean, I guess I did...
Max: And I’ve returned to you.
She let out a short laugh.
Liz: Yeah. More than once... Max?
Max: Hmm?
His hand was trailing over the outside of her thighs all the way up to her shoulder, only the barest of contact was made with her breast. Liz closed her eyes, wanting to talk to him, but also wanting him to never stop what he was doing.
Liz: What did you expect to happen tonight?
Max: Well... I’ve been much more hopeful since your visit last night... Slightly embarrassed when I think of how you found me -
Liz: Seeing you like that, knowing you were thinking about me? It - it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Max: (clears throat) Well, uh, that’s... um... good...
One of his legs had slipped between hers, and Liz’s hand was resting on the top of the intruding leg’s hip. The path his wandering hand was taking began to wander into more dangerous territory, until Liz finally grabbed his hand and squeezed it over her aching breast. She released her hold, and he froze for a moment before imitating her unspoken direction.
Liz: So... mmm... wh-what did you, uh... you know, um, tonight?
Max: Right. Well, I hoped to woo my way back into your arms... by any means necessary. There were the flowers, a nice dinner, the concert...
Liz: We’re... we’re not gonna make it to the concert, are we?
Max: That’s up to you. We could still get there if you really -
Liz: NO! No, don’t... don’t move... don’t stop...
The arm Liz’s head was resting on managed to remain as her pillow, while that hand found its way to a breast. The other hand slowly traced circles down her stomach, hesitating as he reached the elastic.
Liz: Maxxxx.
As if her moans weren’t enough, Liz’s hips began to gyrate, trying to urge his hand lower. Max’s soft kisses turned to hot points of suction on her neck as his hand slipped under her panties.
They both released a moan when his fingers slid through her wet lips. Her hips tried to follow his hand’s motions, inadvertently pressing her ass against his growing cock. Liz parted her legs a bit, letting his thigh slip more firmly between her smooth legs. She wiggled around, and finally slid her hand between their writhing bodies to grab hold of his hardened dick.
He let out a gasp as he felt her hand touching him and slightly faltered in his hand’s movements. Liz lifted her leg, pushing it over the tops of his, and pressed his cock past the groove in her butt cheeks. He started thrusting against her wet panties while his fingers continued to stroke her clit.
Liz: Mmm... Faster... Please, Max...
Max: I’ve got you. Can you feel me? What you do to me?
Liz: Y-Yeah, I - ohhh... Hurry.
His fingers frantically rubbed at her while his hips followed and returned her every thrust. The head of his cock managed to find her entrance through the thin layer of cotton and pressed against her wet pussy. His body rocked into hers, desperate to find a way inside her. Liz felt his thick cock pressing against her, and it quickly brought her to orgasm.
Max could feel her muscles contracting, his cockhead feeling a gentle squeeze as her body spasmed. As she recovered, Max reluctantly removed his fingers from inside her and pulled away from her.
Liz: Oh, God... I don’t wanna move ever again...
Max: Not even to let me taste you?
She let out a light chuckle and turned to face him. Liz moved the damp hair off of his sweaty brow and caressed his cheek.
Liz: Just... Hold me for a bit?
Max: I can do that.
Liz closed her eyes to savor this feeling, this moment. Her eyes opened when she heard a strange suckling noise near her, wondering what it was. She watched as Max licked at the fingers that had just brought her such pleasure. His eyes were shut, but she could tell how much he was enjoying himself.
Although a part of her was embarrassed, a larger part was highly aroused by his actions. She bit her lip, pondering her options, waiting for Max to finish his treat. His eyes opened to find Liz staring intently at him. He blushed and, with a sheepish shrug, pulled his fingers away from his mouth.
Max: Sorry... I, uh...
Liz: I... There’s nothing to be sorry about. That was... Watching you do that... Wow.
Max: Really?
Liz: Well... Do you like watching me do that kind of thing?
Max: I, umm... Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Liz: Well, so do I. Are we okay?
Max: Yeah. More than okay.
He pulled her into his arms, stroking her back while trying to keep his cock away from her body. She nestled her face into his chest and pulled her body into his, and she immediately felt his erection. Max pulled his hips back, but she grabbed onto his ass and stopped his movement. Experimentally, Liz rubbed her stomach against him.
Max: God, Liz!
Liz: Oh, does that hurt?
Max: N-no.
Liz: You want me to stop?
Max: (swallows audibly) No.
She moved her body around, feeling a trail of precum sticking to her skin. Liz’s hand made its way down, enjoying the strange inconsistencies in his skin. Max’s breath quickened in her ear, and she knew that they were not finished. Not yet.
*Yes, part C is on it's way. In a few days, I guess. *
*~*
Max cradled her to his naked chest, turning his head to bury his nose in her fragrant hair before laying her on the bed. His eyes traveled the length of her body, only to make the same visual quest back up to her eyes.
Max: I love you.
She turned onto her side to face him.
Liz: I love you, too. Lay down with me?
He crawled into her bed, molding the front of his body to the back of hers. Liz was aware of his every movement and very aware of their state of undress. She sighed as he leaned up on an arm, brushing her hair away from her neck. Max started planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder. He continued on, sending shivers throughout her body, not stopping until he reached her ear.
Max: I thought I’d never get to hold you like this.
Liz: I didn’t, either. I mean, there’s still this part of me that thinks I’m being horribly selfish allowing myself to be in your arms again, but...
It was easier to discuss such a tender topic when they weren’t facing each other. Max continued to leave trails of small kisses up and down her neck and shoulder. His free hand, which had been resting benignly on the curve of her hip, began to idly trace over her skin as he concentrated on his thoughts and her words.
Max: But...?
Liz: But I just... I love you too much to keep denying this... us. I-I know they say you have to set something free if you love it, and, I mean, I guess I did...
Max: And I’ve returned to you.
She let out a short laugh.
Liz: Yeah. More than once... Max?
Max: Hmm?
His hand was trailing over the outside of her thighs all the way up to her shoulder, only the barest of contact was made with her breast. Liz closed her eyes, wanting to talk to him, but also wanting him to never stop what he was doing.
Liz: What did you expect to happen tonight?
Max: Well... I’ve been much more hopeful since your visit last night... Slightly embarrassed when I think of how you found me -
Liz: Seeing you like that, knowing you were thinking about me? It - it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Max: (clears throat) Well, uh, that’s... um... good...
One of his legs had slipped between hers, and Liz’s hand was resting on the top of the intruding leg’s hip. The path his wandering hand was taking began to wander into more dangerous territory, until Liz finally grabbed his hand and squeezed it over her aching breast. She released her hold, and he froze for a moment before imitating her unspoken direction.
Liz: So... mmm... wh-what did you, uh... you know, um, tonight?
Max: Right. Well, I hoped to woo my way back into your arms... by any means necessary. There were the flowers, a nice dinner, the concert...
Liz: We’re... we’re not gonna make it to the concert, are we?
Max: That’s up to you. We could still get there if you really -
Liz: NO! No, don’t... don’t move... don’t stop...
The arm Liz’s head was resting on managed to remain as her pillow, while that hand found its way to a breast. The other hand slowly traced circles down her stomach, hesitating as he reached the elastic.
Liz: Maxxxx.
As if her moans weren’t enough, Liz’s hips began to gyrate, trying to urge his hand lower. Max’s soft kisses turned to hot points of suction on her neck as his hand slipped under her panties.
They both released a moan when his fingers slid through her wet lips. Her hips tried to follow his hand’s motions, inadvertently pressing her ass against his growing cock. Liz parted her legs a bit, letting his thigh slip more firmly between her smooth legs. She wiggled around, and finally slid her hand between their writhing bodies to grab hold of his hardened dick.
He let out a gasp as he felt her hand touching him and slightly faltered in his hand’s movements. Liz lifted her leg, pushing it over the tops of his, and pressed his cock past the groove in her butt cheeks. He started thrusting against her wet panties while his fingers continued to stroke her clit.
Liz: Mmm... Faster... Please, Max...
Max: I’ve got you. Can you feel me? What you do to me?
Liz: Y-Yeah, I - ohhh... Hurry.
His fingers frantically rubbed at her while his hips followed and returned her every thrust. The head of his cock managed to find her entrance through the thin layer of cotton and pressed against her wet pussy. His body rocked into hers, desperate to find a way inside her. Liz felt his thick cock pressing against her, and it quickly brought her to orgasm.
Max could feel her muscles contracting, his cockhead feeling a gentle squeeze as her body spasmed. As she recovered, Max reluctantly removed his fingers from inside her and pulled away from her.
Liz: Oh, God... I don’t wanna move ever again...
Max: Not even to let me taste you?
She let out a light chuckle and turned to face him. Liz moved the damp hair off of his sweaty brow and caressed his cheek.
Liz: Just... Hold me for a bit?
Max: I can do that.
Liz closed her eyes to savor this feeling, this moment. Her eyes opened when she heard a strange suckling noise near her, wondering what it was. She watched as Max licked at the fingers that had just brought her such pleasure. His eyes were shut, but she could tell how much he was enjoying himself.
Although a part of her was embarrassed, a larger part was highly aroused by his actions. She bit her lip, pondering her options, waiting for Max to finish his treat. His eyes opened to find Liz staring intently at him. He blushed and, with a sheepish shrug, pulled his fingers away from his mouth.
Max: Sorry... I, uh...
Liz: I... There’s nothing to be sorry about. That was... Watching you do that... Wow.
Max: Really?
Liz: Well... Do you like watching me do that kind of thing?
Max: I, umm... Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Liz: Well, so do I. Are we okay?
Max: Yeah. More than okay.
He pulled her into his arms, stroking her back while trying to keep his cock away from her body. She nestled her face into his chest and pulled her body into his, and she immediately felt his erection. Max pulled his hips back, but she grabbed onto his ass and stopped his movement. Experimentally, Liz rubbed her stomach against him.
Max: God, Liz!
Liz: Oh, does that hurt?
Max: N-no.
Liz: You want me to stop?
Max: (swallows audibly) No.
She moved her body around, feeling a trail of precum sticking to her skin. Liz’s hand made its way down, enjoying the strange inconsistencies in his skin. Max’s breath quickened in her ear, and she knew that they were not finished. Not yet.
*Yes, part C is on it's way. In a few days, I guess. *
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