Re: Where Loyalty Lies (DA,XO,UC, ADULT) A/N 3/10/09
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:54 pm
Where Loyalty Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Roswell, nor Dark Angel.
Category: Roswell/Dark Angel XO
Rating: ADULT
Pairings: Liz/Alec, Max/Raed, Maria/Zack, Krit/Syl
Summary: Takes place after series finale of DA and Departure on Roswell- except Max, Isabel, Michael, and Tess all left for Antar; set in DA timeline. When White and his agents get a trace on Liz they come after her and everyone she knows. Kyle is killed along with her parents and the Sheriff. Fleeing for their lives, Liz takes Maria to the one place she has heard of rebellion, where her sister is the leader of 'their' kind. Nothing is certain, but for a supersolid and her Ordinary friend- loyalty is their only protection.
Chapter Sixteen
Maria was babbling on in an incessant stream of reassurance that she was fine and that the baby was fine. The one problem that Liz, sitting at the foot of her cot, had with Maria’s blathering was that she was taking deep breaths every few minutes and biting her lips- two major signs of stress for her.
Attention divided between wondering where Alec went, and what to do about Maria’s continuing health issues; Liz fidgeted slightly. Fighting the habit, Liz tried to remember where Max had said she intended to take Sandeman. The interrogation room that they had used to hold Raed and Ethan captive- that had to be it.
“Maria,” Liz said, cutting off the other woman.
“What?”
“I have to go do something, but I want you to do exactly what the medics tell you okay? Do not get up. Do not argue. Just…take it easy, okay?” Liz soothed back a bit of hair that had crept over Maria’s face, covering half of one eye. She seemed to fragile in that moment.
“Okay.” Maria agreed without fighting.
Giving Maria a quick hug, Liz fled the infirmary. She swept through the darkening streets, moving passed groups of socializing transgenics, and passing a few on duty. Liz was becoming accustomed to life in Terminal City, and the sites around her no longer seemed bizarre. Liz remembered how weird she thought Roswell was when she finally settled there. It had taken her much longer to acclimate herself to that atmosphere.
Making her way from street to street and building to building, Liz finally arrived at the right one. She marched through the doors, face turning to stone, and stopped only when she reached her destination. Two nameless guards stood stoically in front of her- neither acknowledged her presence, and Liz ignored them as she walked right passed them and into the interrogation room.
Liz took a quick assessment of the room. Alec was in a far, shadowy corner; Sandeman was seated at the- now- only chair in the room; Max was expressionless while asking questions; and a single walking stick sat against a far wall. It was hard to tell how long the conversation had been going on, or what had/would be said, but Liz focused her attention on Sandeman.
“Why did you create us?” Max asked. Liz’s head snapped to Max and then to Sandeman- everyone in the room held their breath for a moment, except for Sandeman; his face relaxed as if they were having a friendly chat.
“My work started when I was young- fresh out of college and looking for a promising future. I had an avid interest in genetics and artificial selection. The idea for Manticore started when I met a young man with a broken past- Colonel Lydecker. He was smart, very intuitive, and held similar interests. I had hoped to create an infallible being. Someone not beyond humanity, but a culmination of all that unrealized talent,” Sandeman shifted in his chair as he spoke, his hand coming up to run through his hair.
“How did you meet Lydecker?” Asked Max.
“In a bar. He had just been honorably discharged by the army, and he was working off the stress of the day. I happened to talk a stool beside him at the bar.”
“Why did you leave Manticore?” Max demanded, her face hardening slightly.
Sandeman seemed to shift uneasily in his seat before answering, “Manticore took a turn for the worse. It was not my dream to lock people- or innately human creatures- in cages and put them through harsh trials; they were meant to be ultimate beings of prosper and health, not lab rats. I knew what was coming for Manticore, and I had something very serious to do. I left after my plan was set in motion, knowing one day, I would be sitting here with you.”
Liz glanced in Alec’s direction and his eyes met hers. Did they believe that he was telling the truth? Trusting a complete stranger had proven to be a poor decision in the past, could they risk that now? In such a pivotal time of unrest?
Looking back to Sandeman, it hit Liz that this man had more answers for her than she thought. Max too appeared disconcerted by the graying man in the old, rickety interrogation chair.
“What plan did you set in motion?” Max continued to grill him after taking a steadying breath.
“My plan was for you and your sister,” Sandeman informed her, smiling benignly.
Sister, Liz thought. Wondering what the hell he was talking about.
“What sister?” Liz questioned, opening her mouth for the first time, and drawing every eye in the room toward her.
Sandeman opened his mouth as if to say something, but Max cut him off , “I don’t have a sister. You must have me confused with someone else.”
Tense moments passed before Max resumed her line of questions. They learned that a toxic warfare began after the pulse. Other countries had been developing a strain of virus that would eventually breed and spread to the mass population and kill off every American citizen in the country. This only further incensed Sandeman to work on improving transgenics. He said that with each batch of super soldiers, he took one step closer to finding a cure. A fellow colleague who had attended college with him in America had procured a large enough sample of the virus in his home country to help Sandeman in his research.
The way Sandeman told the story showed touches of compassion, a gentleness not associated with Manticore. Liz wondered what it would have been like had Sandeman stuck around. Would they all be so fucked up? Would their childhoods still have been the stuff of nightmares.
“So this virus, it’s still a threat?” Liz spoke up, thinking of Maria and her baby. Her mind touched on Sketchy and OC, she didn’t want them all to die.
“Yes, very much so. In fact, it was recently seen in several Americans- it has already begun to mutate. I have managed to continue procuring samples to see if it is following the pattern suggested when I first came across it. It is, so there is hope,” Sandeman explained, intertwining his fingers and looking directly at her. Liz wanted to fidget under his stare- as if he were her father- but she curbed that particular urge and gazed back defiantly.
“How?” Alec jumped in. He had been watching the exchanges, but it was the first time Liz had heard him speak.
“If I can find two very significant transgenics- I might be able to save our country.”
A pin could have dropped and even Sandeman would have heard it. It sounded like a life or death mission- Liz was so tired of life and death missions. She had faced the FBI, aliens, parents, Manticore, Lydecker- she was ready to be done with everything.
Unable to handle how this conversation was going, Liz scoffed and stormed out of the room. Nothing was ever simple. That statement was as true to Liz as ‘life isn’t fair’. Max- boy king of aliens- had once asked her what was so great about normal. Maybe the fact that normal people didn’t have to save the world repeatedly, face emotional and physical trauma on a daily basis, and discrimination on a worldwide scale.
“Liz wait!” shouted Alec from behind her. She had heard him advancing, but increased her speed. She wanted silence, darkness, and to be left the fuck alone.
“Not now, Alec,” she called back behind her.
In a blur, Alec was in front of her, and Liz had to jerk to a stop to avoid crashing into him. Sometimes being a transgenic and living with other transgenics really sucked.
“Listen, I know that what Sandeman had to say was a lot to handle-” Alec began.
Liz held up a hand and thanked God when Alec stopped talking. Gathering her remaining patience, Liz responded to him.
“I just need to be alone. I can’t-” Liz searched for the right words. “-I just can’t take all of this in right now.”
“If you really want to give this thing between us a chance, you have to open up to me,” stated Alec, crossing his arms with an air of finality.
Ignoring his statement, Liz rerouted her course and took deep, calming breaths to stop herself from exploding when she realized Alec was following her. She expected no less. He was insistent and domineering and- someone she had come to want around. Even now, when she was thinking of how many ways she could strangle him for denying her privacy, her heart beat just a little faster.
They reached Alec’s apartment- which surprised them both. Neither spoke when they entered, but Liz took a seat on his rumpled bed and laid back, closing her eyes. Hands crept up and around her waist, pulling her close to a muscular chest. Liz pressed an ear against Alec’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. The steady, continuous rhythm lulled her- stress slipping away.
Eyes still closed, Liz began to do as he asked, open up.
“I’m scared. For Maria and Sketchy and OC. Good people still exist- I know it- and they’re going to die. We’re hoping for some miracle cure from a guy with abandonment issues and a walking stick. I miss my friends, I miss my family, and I don’t know where I belong. I’ve been fighting my whole life for something normal. I used to be excited by Max, Isabel, and Michael’s abilities, but now that I have them it only makes me feel even more detached. I cannot get a break,” Liz whispered. “Have you ever felt so utterly alone, so cut off, that you feel like you’re in a black whole and nothing is going to pull you out of it?”
“Yes,” he replied, stunning her with his answer. His voice was raw with emotion too, and Liz pressed her body more tightly against him. “I used to be the perfect soldier. I got the job done, every assignment. I’ve always been in control and never faltered. Until Berrisford.”
“What was the assignment?” Liz prodded.
“I had to infiltrate a political figures home and get close enough to set up a bomb for his termination. My disguise was as Rachel Berrisford’s piano tutor. I spent several weeks teaching her, and gaining his trust. The day came that I planted the bomb and I was told to finish up. After I set up the explosives for her father’s car, I realized that I loved Rachel. I wanted to protect her, and I knew more than anything what her father meant to her. I confessed, told her the truth, and she raced to the car just in time for it to explode.
“I thought she had died in the explosion, and I was carted off to Psy-ops. Six months saw that she was erased from my memory- until I started working at Jam Pony as a bike messenger and had to deliver a package to the Berrisford residence.”
There was something in his voice that rang so sincere Liz felt his pain. She wanted to know more, but she didn’t want to push. They were sharing a level of intimacy Liz never thought she’d feel comfortable sharing with anyone.
“What happened to her?” Liz asked, she couldn’t resist. He either would or wouldn’t tell her.
“I found out that she had been in a coma from the car explosion. Her father had her set up in her room. I got to see her one last time before she died. I don’t know if she ever heard me tell her how sorry I was, or how much I loved her, or even goodbye,” Alec’s voice was husky and his heartbeat had skittered up and down.
Opening her eyes, Liz leaned up over Alec, balancing her weight on one elbow. She brushed her fingers against his face and used her index finger to trace the features of his face. His eyes were watery, his face slightly contorted in sorrow. She had never seen him so vulnerable.
“I was in a coma once,” Liz confided. She had never told anyone this before, not even the royal four, or Alex, or Maria. “I got into a fight with a medic when I tried to steal hospital supplies for a broken leg. The medic stabbed me with a pure shot of adrenaline, right in the heart and it stopped. I was rushed to the emergency room and they shocked me back to life, but my brain had been missing too much oxygen for too long. I stayed in a coma for a week. I heard everything going on around me. It was like I was dreaming, but I could only hear what was going on. Rachel heard you.”
Alec’s face changed to a look of pure relief and the water collecting behind his right eyelid burst forth in a single tear. Liz leaned down and kissed him softly. It was a brush of lips at first, and then it became rough, demanding, passionate. His arms pulled her down against his chest and fused their mouths together in a devouring kiss. She caressed her tongue against his, swirling the tip around his. She was hot and achy, her body lighting up and becoming needy.
Breathless, they pulled apart slightly. There was question in his eyes, those gorgeous eyes, and Liz knew that it was all or nothing and time to make a decision. She had to stop running and face what he was offering her. The only thing he could give her- himself.
“I still want to take it slow, but…I want to share myself with you.” It was saying a lot. It was saying she wasn’t closed down.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” his told her, his words rough.
Liz overrode his words with her actions, taking him in another beseeching kiss. A groan left him, and Liz knew that his resolve disappeared. A hand came up to massage one of her breasts, and Liz arched against him. She felt herself spiraling out of control and into something intangible. That hand slid from her breast and down her body only to tease the bottom of her shirt before disappearing up the material and into her bra. The kiss became more intense and Liz jerked a bit when Alec tweaked a nipple.
It was exhilarating and intoxicating, overwhelming her judgment and overriding inhibition. In his arms she felt perfect, gorgeous; smart; sexy- no one had ever made her feel so right. Max Evans, alien king, had put her on a pedestal and treated her like a queen, but never had his touch incensed her to surpass thought and logic and to move forward into passion and mutual selfishness.
Running a hand down his hard body, Liz massaged him through his standard fatigues, and could feel his growing hardness. The response in her body was a rush of liquid and a pooling of desire, an inconsistent up and down of arousal. His other hand tangled in her hair and the jerk of his hand brought her head back and his lips to her neck. Fiery and expanding, his kisses and bites against the creamy column of her neck sent shivers and tingles down her spine.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured huskily as his hand went from her breast to massaging her as she massaged him. The sound of his voice and his obvious excitement caused dizzying sensations in her lower abdomen.
Getting braver, Liz undid his pants- with his help- and began to work her hand up and down the magnificent length of him. The fact that his body was responding to her in such a way made her feel emboldened and powerful, beautiful and tempting. A pearl of pre-cum swelled at the head and Liz disentangled herself from his hold while making her way down his body.
Briefly their eyes connected and Liz kissed the mushroom head of his cock, allowing her tongue to slip out and lick at the moisture. Alec’s pupils dilated and his hands clenched. Liz teased the tip a bit more and then slid her tongue from tip to base before taking the entire length of his shaft into her warm, wet mouth. A groan fell from his lips and Alec’s eyes slid shut- his hands coming down to twine in her hair in an almost painful grip. She had never done this before, but the sounds he was making urged her on, and Liz felt a natural rhythm taking over. Her head bobbed slightly as she sucked as much of him into her mouth as possible, her hands resting on his thighs. Daringly, she forced herself to accept as much of him into the hot cavern of her mouth and felt him quiver in response.
Her right hand slid over to the remainder of his length and pumped in time with the movements of her head. The salty flavor of his pre-cum was disconcerting, but not entirely unpleasant. She sped up as she felt his grip on her tighten, but at the last moment before she knew he would come, Alec pulled her free. His breathing was labored and his eyes were feral and they both felt a primitive part of themselves stirring.
“Liz, I don’t want this to be all about me. Just lay back,” Alec insisted, placing her beside him on his bed, and waiting for her to comply.
Liz was slow in her movements. She hadn’t expected him to stop her; she had reached the point that she didn’t know if she could stop herself. Once she lay on her back, Alec moved up her body and kissed her voraciously, stimulating the nerves in her lips, and thrilling her taste buds with his unique flavor. He undid her pants, his own still absent, and moved a line of kissed down her jaw, neck, and unhurriedly moved the material of her shirt and bra away to expose a plump, rosy, breast to his mouth. He flicked the lip of her nipple at first, and Liz arched into his touch. She was sensitive to his every move, and when he took her into his mouth, her whole body jerked in need.
His left hand slid to her exposed core, rubbing lightly against her lips, then delving deeply into her hot, wet sheath. Goosebumps rose up over her skin and the air around them seemed to heat up. Her breath turned to heavy pants of desire and tension as his right hand came up to cup her other- covered- breast, and a gasp rent the air.
One hand came up to hold Alec’s head to her breast, the other clenching his back. His tongue did sinful, arousing patterns, sending shocks of enlivened energy searing her intimately. Liz removed her hand from his head and with both shaking hands, pulled him up her body and dragged his mouth to hers- locking them in a kiss so unyielding they were lost to the sensation.
Liz was lost in the touch and feel of him. Nothing had been so right in her entire life. An instinctive voice controlled her hands, causing them to soothe down his body and cup his ass tightly, pulling him against her. Alec paused her, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to enter her. This wasn’t the time for that, Liz realized, but a bigger part of her wanted them to be one so badly she strained against Alec’s hold. His face sneered and his hands bit into her hips as he held her firmly.
With an excruciatingly slow pace, Alec thrust against her core- not entering her- but brushing against her. He guided the tip with a hand to her clit, and began a rhythmic thrust upward and against the sensitive nub. Liz’s body was overcome with zings of pleasure and incitement causing her insides to vibrate and her mouth to open in a breathless exclamation of want. A hand slid from her hips up her torso and encompasses one of her lush breasts- both of which were arched up into the air, begging for attention.
“So wet,” Alec whispered against her, and the tip of his cock slid down to her center and the bulbous head pushed lightly at her entrance, teasing it, and barely entering it.
“Alec, please,” Liz implored, running her nails down to score his back. He arched against her then, hissing and groaning with frustration.
“No, this time is for you,” he told her again. His thrusts increased and more of her spicy honey coated his already glistening member.
Something was building inside of her. Powerful and electric. Liz’s muscles tensed, her back arched painfully, her toes curled, and her breathing became even more erratic. Alec sped up his pace, knowing that she was close, and Liz bit his shoulder until she drew a small amount of blood.
Growling, Alec captured her mouth, pulled her hair, and rode her to oblivion. Liz’s thoughts vanished, her body exploded in shattering bits of relief, pleasure, and liveliness- every cell that made up her body alive and humming at once, and a never-ending stream of satisfaction liquefied her senses.
They lay together for long moments after. Alec was still hard against her soaking core, but he had no words for her. His arms came to hold tightly around her waist. Liz couldn’t form thoughts, words, or images. She had never had an orgasm before, but even in her greatest imaginings she hadn’t quite gotten it right.
Twirling her fingertips against the slight amount of his chest hair, her mind started to return. She felt bad for his current situation and attempted to move and return the gesture in kind, but his arms held fast, leaving her virtually incapacitated.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his eyes coming down to meet hers as he changed them into a more comfortable side by side position.
Liz’s breath caught, but her eyes softened. She allowed that part of herself that she had thought long gone to resurface- Liz Parker. He had made her feel things she had never felt and want things she had never let herself want. With Alec, Liz saw a future. He was her cocaine, her rush- a dangerous drug that she could let herself all too easily get wrapped up in.
“I wanted this to be good for you too,” confessed Liz, kissing his chest just above his heart.
He turned her in his arms, pressing them more closely together, “This was special for me.”
“I’m just not used to this type of relationship,” Liz confided. She was telling the truth in that moment. She hadn’t experienced this sort of closeness with Max- even though he had made vein attempts to woo her.
“Let’s try and leave both of our pasts behind us, okay?” Alec asked.
“Okay.” Liz agreed, nodding a little and then releasing a ridiculously long yawn. They shared a laugh and then Liz sensed things getting fuzzy. She was drifting off to sleep. She heard Alec’s breathing evening out beside her and gave in to the inevitable.
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I appreciate all of you who kept reviewing and encouraging me to update. This chapter is for all my reviews that have stayed with me so long. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. EK!
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Roswell, nor Dark Angel.
Category: Roswell/Dark Angel XO
Rating: ADULT
Pairings: Liz/Alec, Max/Raed, Maria/Zack, Krit/Syl
Summary: Takes place after series finale of DA and Departure on Roswell- except Max, Isabel, Michael, and Tess all left for Antar; set in DA timeline. When White and his agents get a trace on Liz they come after her and everyone she knows. Kyle is killed along with her parents and the Sheriff. Fleeing for their lives, Liz takes Maria to the one place she has heard of rebellion, where her sister is the leader of 'their' kind. Nothing is certain, but for a supersolid and her Ordinary friend- loyalty is their only protection.
Chapter Sixteen
Maria was babbling on in an incessant stream of reassurance that she was fine and that the baby was fine. The one problem that Liz, sitting at the foot of her cot, had with Maria’s blathering was that she was taking deep breaths every few minutes and biting her lips- two major signs of stress for her.
Attention divided between wondering where Alec went, and what to do about Maria’s continuing health issues; Liz fidgeted slightly. Fighting the habit, Liz tried to remember where Max had said she intended to take Sandeman. The interrogation room that they had used to hold Raed and Ethan captive- that had to be it.
“Maria,” Liz said, cutting off the other woman.
“What?”
“I have to go do something, but I want you to do exactly what the medics tell you okay? Do not get up. Do not argue. Just…take it easy, okay?” Liz soothed back a bit of hair that had crept over Maria’s face, covering half of one eye. She seemed to fragile in that moment.
“Okay.” Maria agreed without fighting.
Giving Maria a quick hug, Liz fled the infirmary. She swept through the darkening streets, moving passed groups of socializing transgenics, and passing a few on duty. Liz was becoming accustomed to life in Terminal City, and the sites around her no longer seemed bizarre. Liz remembered how weird she thought Roswell was when she finally settled there. It had taken her much longer to acclimate herself to that atmosphere.
Making her way from street to street and building to building, Liz finally arrived at the right one. She marched through the doors, face turning to stone, and stopped only when she reached her destination. Two nameless guards stood stoically in front of her- neither acknowledged her presence, and Liz ignored them as she walked right passed them and into the interrogation room.
Liz took a quick assessment of the room. Alec was in a far, shadowy corner; Sandeman was seated at the- now- only chair in the room; Max was expressionless while asking questions; and a single walking stick sat against a far wall. It was hard to tell how long the conversation had been going on, or what had/would be said, but Liz focused her attention on Sandeman.
“Why did you create us?” Max asked. Liz’s head snapped to Max and then to Sandeman- everyone in the room held their breath for a moment, except for Sandeman; his face relaxed as if they were having a friendly chat.
“My work started when I was young- fresh out of college and looking for a promising future. I had an avid interest in genetics and artificial selection. The idea for Manticore started when I met a young man with a broken past- Colonel Lydecker. He was smart, very intuitive, and held similar interests. I had hoped to create an infallible being. Someone not beyond humanity, but a culmination of all that unrealized talent,” Sandeman shifted in his chair as he spoke, his hand coming up to run through his hair.
“How did you meet Lydecker?” Asked Max.
“In a bar. He had just been honorably discharged by the army, and he was working off the stress of the day. I happened to talk a stool beside him at the bar.”
“Why did you leave Manticore?” Max demanded, her face hardening slightly.
Sandeman seemed to shift uneasily in his seat before answering, “Manticore took a turn for the worse. It was not my dream to lock people- or innately human creatures- in cages and put them through harsh trials; they were meant to be ultimate beings of prosper and health, not lab rats. I knew what was coming for Manticore, and I had something very serious to do. I left after my plan was set in motion, knowing one day, I would be sitting here with you.”
Liz glanced in Alec’s direction and his eyes met hers. Did they believe that he was telling the truth? Trusting a complete stranger had proven to be a poor decision in the past, could they risk that now? In such a pivotal time of unrest?
Looking back to Sandeman, it hit Liz that this man had more answers for her than she thought. Max too appeared disconcerted by the graying man in the old, rickety interrogation chair.
“What plan did you set in motion?” Max continued to grill him after taking a steadying breath.
“My plan was for you and your sister,” Sandeman informed her, smiling benignly.
Sister, Liz thought. Wondering what the hell he was talking about.
“What sister?” Liz questioned, opening her mouth for the first time, and drawing every eye in the room toward her.
Sandeman opened his mouth as if to say something, but Max cut him off , “I don’t have a sister. You must have me confused with someone else.”
Tense moments passed before Max resumed her line of questions. They learned that a toxic warfare began after the pulse. Other countries had been developing a strain of virus that would eventually breed and spread to the mass population and kill off every American citizen in the country. This only further incensed Sandeman to work on improving transgenics. He said that with each batch of super soldiers, he took one step closer to finding a cure. A fellow colleague who had attended college with him in America had procured a large enough sample of the virus in his home country to help Sandeman in his research.
The way Sandeman told the story showed touches of compassion, a gentleness not associated with Manticore. Liz wondered what it would have been like had Sandeman stuck around. Would they all be so fucked up? Would their childhoods still have been the stuff of nightmares.
“So this virus, it’s still a threat?” Liz spoke up, thinking of Maria and her baby. Her mind touched on Sketchy and OC, she didn’t want them all to die.
“Yes, very much so. In fact, it was recently seen in several Americans- it has already begun to mutate. I have managed to continue procuring samples to see if it is following the pattern suggested when I first came across it. It is, so there is hope,” Sandeman explained, intertwining his fingers and looking directly at her. Liz wanted to fidget under his stare- as if he were her father- but she curbed that particular urge and gazed back defiantly.
“How?” Alec jumped in. He had been watching the exchanges, but it was the first time Liz had heard him speak.
“If I can find two very significant transgenics- I might be able to save our country.”
A pin could have dropped and even Sandeman would have heard it. It sounded like a life or death mission- Liz was so tired of life and death missions. She had faced the FBI, aliens, parents, Manticore, Lydecker- she was ready to be done with everything.
Unable to handle how this conversation was going, Liz scoffed and stormed out of the room. Nothing was ever simple. That statement was as true to Liz as ‘life isn’t fair’. Max- boy king of aliens- had once asked her what was so great about normal. Maybe the fact that normal people didn’t have to save the world repeatedly, face emotional and physical trauma on a daily basis, and discrimination on a worldwide scale.
“Liz wait!” shouted Alec from behind her. She had heard him advancing, but increased her speed. She wanted silence, darkness, and to be left the fuck alone.
“Not now, Alec,” she called back behind her.
In a blur, Alec was in front of her, and Liz had to jerk to a stop to avoid crashing into him. Sometimes being a transgenic and living with other transgenics really sucked.
“Listen, I know that what Sandeman had to say was a lot to handle-” Alec began.
Liz held up a hand and thanked God when Alec stopped talking. Gathering her remaining patience, Liz responded to him.
“I just need to be alone. I can’t-” Liz searched for the right words. “-I just can’t take all of this in right now.”
“If you really want to give this thing between us a chance, you have to open up to me,” stated Alec, crossing his arms with an air of finality.
Ignoring his statement, Liz rerouted her course and took deep, calming breaths to stop herself from exploding when she realized Alec was following her. She expected no less. He was insistent and domineering and- someone she had come to want around. Even now, when she was thinking of how many ways she could strangle him for denying her privacy, her heart beat just a little faster.
They reached Alec’s apartment- which surprised them both. Neither spoke when they entered, but Liz took a seat on his rumpled bed and laid back, closing her eyes. Hands crept up and around her waist, pulling her close to a muscular chest. Liz pressed an ear against Alec’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. The steady, continuous rhythm lulled her- stress slipping away.
Eyes still closed, Liz began to do as he asked, open up.
“I’m scared. For Maria and Sketchy and OC. Good people still exist- I know it- and they’re going to die. We’re hoping for some miracle cure from a guy with abandonment issues and a walking stick. I miss my friends, I miss my family, and I don’t know where I belong. I’ve been fighting my whole life for something normal. I used to be excited by Max, Isabel, and Michael’s abilities, but now that I have them it only makes me feel even more detached. I cannot get a break,” Liz whispered. “Have you ever felt so utterly alone, so cut off, that you feel like you’re in a black whole and nothing is going to pull you out of it?”
“Yes,” he replied, stunning her with his answer. His voice was raw with emotion too, and Liz pressed her body more tightly against him. “I used to be the perfect soldier. I got the job done, every assignment. I’ve always been in control and never faltered. Until Berrisford.”
“What was the assignment?” Liz prodded.
“I had to infiltrate a political figures home and get close enough to set up a bomb for his termination. My disguise was as Rachel Berrisford’s piano tutor. I spent several weeks teaching her, and gaining his trust. The day came that I planted the bomb and I was told to finish up. After I set up the explosives for her father’s car, I realized that I loved Rachel. I wanted to protect her, and I knew more than anything what her father meant to her. I confessed, told her the truth, and she raced to the car just in time for it to explode.
“I thought she had died in the explosion, and I was carted off to Psy-ops. Six months saw that she was erased from my memory- until I started working at Jam Pony as a bike messenger and had to deliver a package to the Berrisford residence.”
There was something in his voice that rang so sincere Liz felt his pain. She wanted to know more, but she didn’t want to push. They were sharing a level of intimacy Liz never thought she’d feel comfortable sharing with anyone.
“What happened to her?” Liz asked, she couldn’t resist. He either would or wouldn’t tell her.
“I found out that she had been in a coma from the car explosion. Her father had her set up in her room. I got to see her one last time before she died. I don’t know if she ever heard me tell her how sorry I was, or how much I loved her, or even goodbye,” Alec’s voice was husky and his heartbeat had skittered up and down.
Opening her eyes, Liz leaned up over Alec, balancing her weight on one elbow. She brushed her fingers against his face and used her index finger to trace the features of his face. His eyes were watery, his face slightly contorted in sorrow. She had never seen him so vulnerable.
“I was in a coma once,” Liz confided. She had never told anyone this before, not even the royal four, or Alex, or Maria. “I got into a fight with a medic when I tried to steal hospital supplies for a broken leg. The medic stabbed me with a pure shot of adrenaline, right in the heart and it stopped. I was rushed to the emergency room and they shocked me back to life, but my brain had been missing too much oxygen for too long. I stayed in a coma for a week. I heard everything going on around me. It was like I was dreaming, but I could only hear what was going on. Rachel heard you.”
Alec’s face changed to a look of pure relief and the water collecting behind his right eyelid burst forth in a single tear. Liz leaned down and kissed him softly. It was a brush of lips at first, and then it became rough, demanding, passionate. His arms pulled her down against his chest and fused their mouths together in a devouring kiss. She caressed her tongue against his, swirling the tip around his. She was hot and achy, her body lighting up and becoming needy.
Breathless, they pulled apart slightly. There was question in his eyes, those gorgeous eyes, and Liz knew that it was all or nothing and time to make a decision. She had to stop running and face what he was offering her. The only thing he could give her- himself.
“I still want to take it slow, but…I want to share myself with you.” It was saying a lot. It was saying she wasn’t closed down.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” his told her, his words rough.
Liz overrode his words with her actions, taking him in another beseeching kiss. A groan left him, and Liz knew that his resolve disappeared. A hand came up to massage one of her breasts, and Liz arched against him. She felt herself spiraling out of control and into something intangible. That hand slid from her breast and down her body only to tease the bottom of her shirt before disappearing up the material and into her bra. The kiss became more intense and Liz jerked a bit when Alec tweaked a nipple.
It was exhilarating and intoxicating, overwhelming her judgment and overriding inhibition. In his arms she felt perfect, gorgeous; smart; sexy- no one had ever made her feel so right. Max Evans, alien king, had put her on a pedestal and treated her like a queen, but never had his touch incensed her to surpass thought and logic and to move forward into passion and mutual selfishness.
Running a hand down his hard body, Liz massaged him through his standard fatigues, and could feel his growing hardness. The response in her body was a rush of liquid and a pooling of desire, an inconsistent up and down of arousal. His other hand tangled in her hair and the jerk of his hand brought her head back and his lips to her neck. Fiery and expanding, his kisses and bites against the creamy column of her neck sent shivers and tingles down her spine.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured huskily as his hand went from her breast to massaging her as she massaged him. The sound of his voice and his obvious excitement caused dizzying sensations in her lower abdomen.
Getting braver, Liz undid his pants- with his help- and began to work her hand up and down the magnificent length of him. The fact that his body was responding to her in such a way made her feel emboldened and powerful, beautiful and tempting. A pearl of pre-cum swelled at the head and Liz disentangled herself from his hold while making her way down his body.
Briefly their eyes connected and Liz kissed the mushroom head of his cock, allowing her tongue to slip out and lick at the moisture. Alec’s pupils dilated and his hands clenched. Liz teased the tip a bit more and then slid her tongue from tip to base before taking the entire length of his shaft into her warm, wet mouth. A groan fell from his lips and Alec’s eyes slid shut- his hands coming down to twine in her hair in an almost painful grip. She had never done this before, but the sounds he was making urged her on, and Liz felt a natural rhythm taking over. Her head bobbed slightly as she sucked as much of him into her mouth as possible, her hands resting on his thighs. Daringly, she forced herself to accept as much of him into the hot cavern of her mouth and felt him quiver in response.
Her right hand slid over to the remainder of his length and pumped in time with the movements of her head. The salty flavor of his pre-cum was disconcerting, but not entirely unpleasant. She sped up as she felt his grip on her tighten, but at the last moment before she knew he would come, Alec pulled her free. His breathing was labored and his eyes were feral and they both felt a primitive part of themselves stirring.
“Liz, I don’t want this to be all about me. Just lay back,” Alec insisted, placing her beside him on his bed, and waiting for her to comply.
Liz was slow in her movements. She hadn’t expected him to stop her; she had reached the point that she didn’t know if she could stop herself. Once she lay on her back, Alec moved up her body and kissed her voraciously, stimulating the nerves in her lips, and thrilling her taste buds with his unique flavor. He undid her pants, his own still absent, and moved a line of kissed down her jaw, neck, and unhurriedly moved the material of her shirt and bra away to expose a plump, rosy, breast to his mouth. He flicked the lip of her nipple at first, and Liz arched into his touch. She was sensitive to his every move, and when he took her into his mouth, her whole body jerked in need.
His left hand slid to her exposed core, rubbing lightly against her lips, then delving deeply into her hot, wet sheath. Goosebumps rose up over her skin and the air around them seemed to heat up. Her breath turned to heavy pants of desire and tension as his right hand came up to cup her other- covered- breast, and a gasp rent the air.
One hand came up to hold Alec’s head to her breast, the other clenching his back. His tongue did sinful, arousing patterns, sending shocks of enlivened energy searing her intimately. Liz removed her hand from his head and with both shaking hands, pulled him up her body and dragged his mouth to hers- locking them in a kiss so unyielding they were lost to the sensation.
Liz was lost in the touch and feel of him. Nothing had been so right in her entire life. An instinctive voice controlled her hands, causing them to soothe down his body and cup his ass tightly, pulling him against her. Alec paused her, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to enter her. This wasn’t the time for that, Liz realized, but a bigger part of her wanted them to be one so badly she strained against Alec’s hold. His face sneered and his hands bit into her hips as he held her firmly.
With an excruciatingly slow pace, Alec thrust against her core- not entering her- but brushing against her. He guided the tip with a hand to her clit, and began a rhythmic thrust upward and against the sensitive nub. Liz’s body was overcome with zings of pleasure and incitement causing her insides to vibrate and her mouth to open in a breathless exclamation of want. A hand slid from her hips up her torso and encompasses one of her lush breasts- both of which were arched up into the air, begging for attention.
“So wet,” Alec whispered against her, and the tip of his cock slid down to her center and the bulbous head pushed lightly at her entrance, teasing it, and barely entering it.
“Alec, please,” Liz implored, running her nails down to score his back. He arched against her then, hissing and groaning with frustration.
“No, this time is for you,” he told her again. His thrusts increased and more of her spicy honey coated his already glistening member.
Something was building inside of her. Powerful and electric. Liz’s muscles tensed, her back arched painfully, her toes curled, and her breathing became even more erratic. Alec sped up his pace, knowing that she was close, and Liz bit his shoulder until she drew a small amount of blood.
Growling, Alec captured her mouth, pulled her hair, and rode her to oblivion. Liz’s thoughts vanished, her body exploded in shattering bits of relief, pleasure, and liveliness- every cell that made up her body alive and humming at once, and a never-ending stream of satisfaction liquefied her senses.
They lay together for long moments after. Alec was still hard against her soaking core, but he had no words for her. His arms came to hold tightly around her waist. Liz couldn’t form thoughts, words, or images. She had never had an orgasm before, but even in her greatest imaginings she hadn’t quite gotten it right.
Twirling her fingertips against the slight amount of his chest hair, her mind started to return. She felt bad for his current situation and attempted to move and return the gesture in kind, but his arms held fast, leaving her virtually incapacitated.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his eyes coming down to meet hers as he changed them into a more comfortable side by side position.
Liz’s breath caught, but her eyes softened. She allowed that part of herself that she had thought long gone to resurface- Liz Parker. He had made her feel things she had never felt and want things she had never let herself want. With Alec, Liz saw a future. He was her cocaine, her rush- a dangerous drug that she could let herself all too easily get wrapped up in.
“I wanted this to be good for you too,” confessed Liz, kissing his chest just above his heart.
He turned her in his arms, pressing them more closely together, “This was special for me.”
“I’m just not used to this type of relationship,” Liz confided. She was telling the truth in that moment. She hadn’t experienced this sort of closeness with Max- even though he had made vein attempts to woo her.
“Let’s try and leave both of our pasts behind us, okay?” Alec asked.
“Okay.” Liz agreed, nodding a little and then releasing a ridiculously long yawn. They shared a laugh and then Liz sensed things getting fuzzy. She was drifting off to sleep. She heard Alec’s breathing evening out beside her and gave in to the inevitable.
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I appreciate all of you who kept reviewing and encouraging me to update. This chapter is for all my reviews that have stayed with me so long. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. EK!