Walking By (CC,M/L,ADULT) COMPLETE

[lizard_queen]

Greetings.

Thank you all for your fb. I'm glad you liked the last chapter.

Kyle can have Ava. She isn't evil, right?

Sure, why not I know, poor little lonely Kyle. Maybe some day someone will come along for him.


Okay, this chapter is just setting things up for the next one, plus i added a bit for all the Alex lovers out there... alright, it was to fill space, but still. Its just as imortant. We can't just have this entire story being Max and Liz making out, even though i know you would possibly love that even more.

So yes, nookie in the next chapter. Mwa ha ha

Enjoy:









<center> Chapter 21

~Liz~</center>


“So you and Max are really back together now?” Alex asks and I nod.

“And that bitch is really brain dead?”

Another nod.

“And I’m not going to keel over and die?”

Another nod. “Max said that you were all healed. But he wants to check every now and then. All of us actually. We don’t know how long Tess had been mind warping us for,” I say quietly, looking down at my hands and biting my lower lip.

“Liz…” Alex sighs next to me and pulls me in for a big hug. I hate that I can never feel guilty or nervous without someone realising. Damn it. Why do I always have to bite my lip? It’s unfair that I can never keep anything to myself.

You don’t see Maria running around biting her lip, and she has more guilt than anyone I’ve ever known. Of course, her guilt is mostly to do with lies she told her mother or something related to Michael and what she did/didn’t do.

“I’m so sorry Alex.” I cry, trying to hold the tears at bay but failing miserably. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, its okay.” He runs a soothing hand up and down my back and I cling onto him for life, burying my face against his chest. He may not be as well defined and may not have that old spice smell like Max, in fact, his hugs may be completely different from Max’s, but being wrapped in Alex’s arms makes me feel just as safe and just as lucky. It always has.

“Its all my fault.” I say again, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. This was supposed to be a happy time, just the three of us sitting here and hanging out like we used to do, but no, of course I have to ruin it.

“How do you figure that one?” Alex asks from above with me a small smirk. I don’t see what's so funny.

“If I hadn’t have frozen that day in the Crashdown and gotten shot, Max wouldn’t have had to heal me, you wouldn’t have found out and all of this crazy alien shit wouldn’t of happened. We would all still be innocent 17 year olds and,” I take a deep breath in between my babbling and look up with teary eyes. “… you wouldn’t have almost died. We almost lost you Alex!”

He lets out a small chuckle and places a soft kiss on my temple. “Liz, do you have any idea how ridiculous that all sounds? If it wasn’t for your alien boyfriend we would still be bored out of our brains. I mean come on, we live in Roswell, how much entertainment can we get? Not to mention that if Max didn’t ever come along, you and Kyle would probably be married by now and expecting your first all American Cowboy child. Ugh.”

I can’t help but crack up laughing through my tears when Alex shivers from the thought of Kyle and I married. I let out a small smile and wipe away my tears, wrapping my arms back around Alex and hugging him tightly.

“I’m so happy your back and okay. We were so worried about you.” I tell him truthfully. I don’t think anyone could grasp just how frightened we all were that Tess had done something to him; that we would never see him again.


We sit in silence, both of us turning our attention back to the television that’s showing re-runs of Rocky and Bullwinkle. Best show of all time. It still amazing me how a moose so stupid can outsmart the Transylvanians so many times without even realising it. Kinda like how such a small town girl like me with nothing to offer managed to have not only the two best friends in the world, but a sexy boyfriend with superpowers.

“I leave for five minutes to get ice cream and somehow you manage to make her cry. Some great friend you are Alex.” Maria says with a smile as she walks in with three tubs of ice cream and three spoons, handing one to each of us. I wipe away the last of my tears with a soft smile.

I’m so pathetic.

“It’s not my fault Liz is like a tap.”

“Hey! I take offence to that.” I smile, crossing my arms over my chest and try to pretend I’m offended.

“Yeah well at least she didn’t cry on the ninth grade when they ran out of Snapple in the cafeteria.” Maria replies, sticking her tongue out at Alex and dodging a pillow as it goes flying past her head.

“I did not cry!” Alex defends himself.

“Did so!”

“Did not!”

“Oh, you so did. Just admit it Alex and I wont have to go out and ask all the witnesses…”

A small smile graces my lips as I watch Alex and Maria argue about something or other. I tune out after a while and just stare at the TV screen. I miss Max, I haven’t seen him all day, but right now I’m content with Maria and Alex, having a girls night in.

Uh, don’t tell Alex I said that.

“You know what really sucks about this entire thing?” He asks as Bullwinkle tries to pull a rabbit out of his hat, once again pulling out Rocky.

“What?” I mumble, to engrossed in the cartoon show.

“I didn’t even get to go to Sweden. No wait, what's worse is that I didn’t even leave the fricking state.” He grumbles, spooning a lage amount of peppermint choc chip into his mouth.

“But look on the bright side.” Maria says from her spot on the end of my bed. “If none of this did happen, would you still have Izzy the Ice Princess throwing herself at your feet, ready to give in to your every wish and command? I think not.”

“Hmm… you do have a point there.” I agree knowingly. “Although, if you just gave it some time I think she may start to see things Alex’s way after a while.”

“See, Liz knows exactly what she's talking about. I’m irresistible!” Alex says with a cocky smile.

Maria and I both share a glance, looking back towards him and cracking up laughing at the way he’s dusting his knuckles against his shirt with an overconfident air about him. His smile falls and he glares at both of us, pouting in that very Alex like way.

“Hey! You two are supposed to be on my side!”

“Oh yeah, what side is that?” Maria asks once we calm down a bit. “Your irresistible side?”

And with those few words we’re back to rolling around on my bed in a fit of giggles.

I think things are finally going back to normal. Well, as normal as it can get living in Roswell.

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Maria, Kyle and I all sit on Michaels lounge, huddled under the warm doona cover with our eyes fixed to the TV screen. Its fucking freezing outside. So cold that it’s snowing. Granted the snow is only light, but I still feel like I’m an icicle.

You would think that Michael would have a heater or something that actually works to keep people warm, but no. The only thing he has is this crappy like box that doesn’t work in freezing cold temperatures.

Cheap bastard.

Speak of the devil. He walks in from the front door, shutting it behind him quickly and looks at all three of us huddled together trying to fight off the cold winter air. Maria and I glare at him when he smirks at us and takes off his coat.

“What?” He asks nonchalantly.

“What? Michael, we’re fucking ice blocks here and all you can say is ‘what’!” Maria barks. One thing I’ve learnt, don’t piss her off when she's either cold, hungry, hot, tired or has PMS. Actually, it’s probably safer to just not piss her off in general.

“So turn on the heater.” He shrugs like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Have you seen the damn heater? This thing is lucky to work for more than five minutes before exploding, you ass!”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, his piercing gaze set on Maria as he extends his arm towards the small heater. In an instant the air around us is turned from minus 100 degrees to a nice warm temperature. He sends a sarcastic smirk in Maria's direction and walks into his kitchen, emerging seconds later with a cup of steaming hot chocolate and sitting on the floor at our feet.

All four of us sit engrossed in some pathetic soap opera where everything is overacted and something tragic happens each week, until a disturbance decides to weasel its way into my subconscious.

“Michael.” I say when the knocking on the door gets louder. From the way that everyone is staring at the screen I’m guessing I’m the only one who noticed the noise. I nudge him on the back of the head with my blanket-covered foot and yell his name once again. I get a reply this time, even if it is only a grunt.

“Max, Isabel and Alex are at the door.”

Without even taking his eyes off the screen he lifts his hand, palm parallel to the door of his apartment. It flies open with a small bang that reverberates around the room, leaving a surprised looking Isabel and Alex; and Max with an expression that I can’t quiet decipher.

“You could have just used your powers and opened the door yourself.” Michael mumbles, taking a sip from his drink.

“I would have if my hands weren’t frozen.” Isabel replies, stalking in and throwing the videos on Michaels lap.

Max looks at me heatedly, still standing in the doorway. The cool winter air blows in through the apartment and I snuggle in closer to Kyle who has his arm wrapped around Maria and I under the blanket. Something flashes through his eyes as he watches me, but just as fast as it came, its gone before I have the chance to tell what it is.

“Maxwell, shut the fucking door.”

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“Liz?”

“Hmm…” I mumble, half asleep against Kyle’s shoulder.

“Can you help me with something in the kitchen.” Maria asks and I glare up at her with half open eyes.

“You can’t be serious.” I’m too tired for this. “Can’t Alex help you?” I complain. I was just about to fall asleep and have dreams about Max.

“No. Now Liz.” She says, stalking into the kitchen. I let out a low groan and push the blankets off me, shivering from the sudden cold and walk into the kitchen, dragging my feet the entire way.

“We’re never letting Isabel choose those movies again. They’re so boring. I think even she's’ fallen asleep.” I say, plopping myself down onto the stool and glaring across at the fridge.

In fact, the only two people who seem to be awake right now are Maria and Max. Maria because she's a sugar junky and doesn’t need sleep, and Max because ever since he walked in his eyes have not left my face the entire time. He’s just been sitting there, staring at me, his gaze burning the side of my head for the last two hours.

“Please tell me that you’re not so naive that you can’t see those heated jealous looks Max keeps throwing towards you and Kyle?” Maria says, whirling around to face me with her fiery green gaze.

Well, looks like I’m not the only one who noticed.

“Yeah, he’s been staring at me, but what are you talking about Maria? Why would Max be jealous of Kyle?”

Forgive me for playing the dumb blonde but I really don’t see what Max would be worried about? Kyle and I have made it clear that we’re just friends and we have no intention of being anything else. Why would I even think about giving up Max anyway?

“Let me take you back to the time where there was a mind warped version of Max from the future who made you allegedly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, who you now just happen to be snuggling with as your current boyfriend shoots daggers with his eyes from across the room. And believe me, soon he’ll be shooting fireballs instead of daggers if your not careful.”

Oh God, you can’t be serious. That’s what this is about? Max still thinks that… no, it’s not possible. Please tell me its not possible.

“Max knows that nothing happened between Kyle and I. He knows that it was all a set up Maria.”

I try to defend myself even though my mind is screaming out to me that she is in fact right. It kind of hurts that Max has so little trust in me, but who came blame him? I’ve broken his heart on more than one occasion. It’s only fair that he feels like I’ll reject him again.

Maria sighs and leans across the bench top, taking my hands in hers and staring me dead in the eye.

“His head may know that nothing happened, but that doesn’t mean his heart knows that. And his heart is more important right now. Liz, you have to show him that you’re his forever. You have to convince his heart.”

[lizard_queen]

Greetings from... where ever the hell i am. Lol.

Its finally arrived: the nookie. Now, just so you dont all get disapointed, this is only the warm up nookie. The real stuff is the next chapter, but i hope i can satisfy you for now.

Thank you all for your fb and i hope some of your questions will be answered.




<center>Chapter 22

~Max~</center>


I wonder, if I tried hard enough, could I kill Kyle with my death ray eyes?

Do I even have death ray eyes?

Only one way to find out.

I concentrate and stare at him, squinting my eyes together and will all my anger and hated for the amount of times he’s touched Liz to form some sort of new power that will make him non existent.

Unfortunately for me, nothing remotely like that happens. Instead a lamp over the far side of the room explodes, shattering everywhere and earning me a glare from Isabel and Alex who were startled awake from the loud noise. Michael however is still sleeping like a baby. Some second he is. What if that was an enemy attacking that he just slept through?

Ok, I need to calm down. What is it that Maria's always telling Michael?

In with love, out with anger. In with love, out with anger.

Nope, I still want to blast Kyle to kingdom come. God knows what he was doing under that blanket with Liz. Maria walks out of the kitchen and looks at the shattered lamp, turning to me and raising one eyebrow with a smirk on her face. She shakes her head and walks back over to the lounge with a cup of hot chocolate, smiling knowingly the entire time.

Liz follows out afterwards and looks directly at me, her guilty brown eyes boring into mine. I feel my jaw harden when she walks towards the larger lounge where Kyle is and I clench my fists tightly, looking back to the television screen but not actually taking any notice of what's going on in the movie.

I don’t know why all of a sudden I’m so jealous of Kyle. I mean, I know that nothing happened between him and Liz the night Tess warped the future Me, but I cant help but still feel hurt that Liz would do something like that to me.

It must be insanity that when I’m asleep I’m plagued by a white room, needles and Pierce’s face, but when I wake up the horror continues because my girlfriend is snuggling under a blanket with her ex-boyfriend, right in front of my face.

What's even worse is that I know she doesn’t mean to do it. I know that she doesn’t want to get back together with Kyle and that she loves me, but sometimes its just hard to not believe what I saw that night on her balcony.

Liz appears in front of me holding a blanket, breaking me out of my thoughts. She bites her bottom lip nervously and looks down at the ground guiltily. She can tell I’m pissed off, I just hope she doesn’t think its directed at her.

“Can I sit with you?” I’m just about to ask why she doesn’t just sit with Kyle again when a shiver racks through her body from the cold air in the apartment and I quickly slide one of my legs off the couch. She smiles softly and sits in between my legs, melting back against my chest and throwing the large blanket over our cold bodies. I hadn’t realised just how cold it actually is in here until now. Doesn’t Michael have a heater?

She rolls onto her side, burying her head against my chest and inhaling deeply, just like I do. I can’t help the automatic reaction I have around Liz. I have to touch her, to breathe her in. She's intoxicating.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers quietly against my chest after a few minutes, bringing her big brown eyes up to meet mine. I know she means it but I can’t help but still feel a little pissed off.

When I don’t say anything she continues, moving her eyes away from mine and resting them on my shirt covered chest. “I thought you would have been sick of me by now. I’m all you’ve seen for the last week. I thought you might have wanted some space.”

I feel my anger immediately melt away. Damn her and her manipulative effect. Liz is like Isabel; they both have some sort of power over me that means I cant stay mad at them for very long. At first I thought it was an alien thing but now I’m starting to think it’s a woman thing in general, no matter what species.

“I’ll never get sick of you Liz.” I say quietly, leaning down to drop a kiss on her temple and lingering for just a moment. She smiles softly and kisses the piece of shirt over my heart, fumbling around under the blanket until our hands are entwined.

We stay like this for a while, gaining warmth from each other quietly, our eyes trained on the television screen but neither of us paying much attention. The movies boring, one that we’ve all seen so many times and we’ve slept through it all those times. I feel Liz shift slightly and all of a sudden her small hand is resting under my shirt, just below my belly button.

I gasp at the feeling and look down at her face. She has her eyes closed and is smiling devilishly to herself. I can tell she’s noticed the reaction in my body that she caused from that one small gesture. How can she not? It’s digging into her side as we speak.

Liz bites her bottom lip and slowly trails her hand down my abdomen, stopping once she reaches the beginning of my jeans. She lets her hand rest there for a few minutes before pulling it away. I breathe a sigh of relief that is short lived when I suddenly feel her hand on the fly of my jeans.

I think my eyes just practically fell right of my head. There is no possible way that Liz Parker is about to feel me up in a room full of our friends, is she? Not the sweet, shy little Liz that I know.

Her fingers grab hold of the zipper and she slowly drags it down over my bludge, torturing me with every second that goes by. I’m guessing that she's losing some of her inhibitions.

Dear lord make her stop. I don’t think I can’t hold on.

Why am I not reaching down and pulling her hand away? Why am I not putting a stop to this until we’re alone together with no one else in the room? Why instead am I throwing my head back against the pillows and closing my eyes, just letting her do what ever she wants with me?

Once the zipper is all the way down Liz snakes her hand inside my jeans, quickly undoing the buttons on my boxers until I spring free. Her small hand all of a sudden surrounds my extremely hard cock and I gasp quietly at the feeling, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

She slowly drags her hand all the way to the tip of my length, touching my head cautiously, as if she's afraid she’ll hurt me. She moves her hand back down, all the way to the base and back up again. My heart stops beating for a split second in my chest and I skip a breath. I harden even more under her tiny hand, if that’s possible.

I chance a glance down at Liz through hooded eyes to see her biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed. I can tell she's unsure what to do. I take a quick glance around the room to make sure no ones watching us.

Michael is sprawled out on the ground asleep, Isabel and Alex are laying on top of one another surrounded by a blanket as they sleep, Kyle is snoring softly and Maria has her face buried into a pillow.

Once I’m sure that no one is going to see what's about to happen, I slowly move my hips up, indicating to Liz to keep going. She smiles with her eyes still closed, her head resting further down on my chest now and slowly moves her hand up and down my length, starting a slow and torturous rhythm.

I close my eyes again as her hand picks up pace, licking my very dry lips. My hands claw into the sides of the couch and I try to move as little as possible, even though it’s extremely hand not to match her rhythm with my hips. I bite back a groan when she swirls her finger over my tips, spreading out the liquid that’s slowly pooling.

I feel a fire building in my lower stomach and I know I’m close. I feel as though I’m about to explode, climbing on this giant high and I’m about to reach the top.

“Liz.” I half whisper, half groan trying to get her attention. She looks up at me and smirks, knowing full well the effect her tiny hand is having on my lower regions.

She slides up my body, her hand never leaving my erection or halting in its agonising rhythm. I can see in her eyes that she knows I can’t handle this much longer. Liz leans forward, her lips inches away from mine and she whispers “Let go Max.”

Pleasure rips through my entire body and her lips come crashing down on mine forcefully to silence my loud moan. I release my seed into her hand, my body momentarily paralysed from the amazing sensations she caused.

I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I come down from the incredible orgasm. She sits back with a satisfied smile, her hand still loosing holding my flaccid cock. Once coherent thought come back I manage to reach down and use my powers to clean us both up, dissolving all evidence of what just happened.

I quickly look around the room again and thankfully everyone is either sleeping or pretending to be. I’m just hoping it’s the former.

I throw my head back once again, eyes closed and my chest rising and falling rapidly. Liz leans forward, her lips caressing mine softly and sensually. My hands come and grip her waist under the blanket, holding her against my body as I slide my tongue into her mouth, drinking in her taste.

“Thank you.” Liz whispers seductively once we pull apart for air. I look at her confused. Shouldn’t I be the one thanking her? This amazingly beautiful woman just brought on the most incredible orgasm of my life and she's thanking me?

Liz slides back down my body, resuming her previous position of her head against my chest. She pulls the blanket up around her chin and directs her attention back to the television, her giant smile never fading for the rest of the night.



TBC....

[lizard_queen]

I'm late, sorry. I was busy all weekend and i usually post this on Monday but i fell asleep as soon as i got hom on Monday so i didnt have time to post, and then i would have posted yesterday but the board was stuffed with a code problem, so i'm sorry.

I can't promise that the next update will be next Monday because i'm getting inoot my 1/2 yearlys at school so for the next 4 weeks my life is going to be extreemly busy, and unfortunately, school comes first.

Now, a note on the nookie: Just remember that they may be aliens and hot as hell, but they're still teenagers and none of them have ever gone this far before. The first time for everyone is far from perfect and i thought i wouldn't beat around the bush and just write it like it is.

Thank you all for your wonderful fb and i hope you like this part. I'm still new at the nookie game so tell me how much it sucks. I dont bite.




<center>Chapter 23

~Liz~</center>




“Liz, what the hell was that earlier?” Max asks with a clenched jaw. I walk over to the side of his bed and sit down wondering what he’s talking about? Everything was perfectly fine when we left Michaels, right up until we entered the house.

“What was what?” I ask mystified.

I honestly have no idea what's he’s talking about. After our little… adventure… whilst everyone was sleeping we stayed under the blanket together until the movie ended. Everyone woke up and went home but as it was still early I didn’t really feel like going back to the Crashdown so we came back here in hope that maybe we could continue what we started at Michaels.

He looks at me with furious eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. “You know what I’m talking about!” He motions down to his groin area with a deep flush and I feel myself go bright red.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Now do you want to tell me exactly why you did that? God, anyone could have woken up and seen us Liz!”

The only good thing so far is that he hasn’t denied that he enjoyed it, but I don’t want to push my chances. I look up at him to speak but what am I meant to say? It doesn’t matter anyway because he continues, now pacing back and forth across the carpet in front of me.

“I think Maria knows. She kept on giving me strange looks for the rest of the night.”

“Max, you’re overreacting. They were asleep and we were perfectly quiet. I don’t think–”

“She winked at me as we were leaving!” He yells, fixing me with distressed eyes. He turns around and starts pacing back and forth again, mumbling incoherently under his breath every now and then.

“I’m sorry.” I say quietly looking down at my hands. If I knew he would react like this I never would have done it. God, why did I do it? Did I just get lost in the moment or something? I was just taking Maria's advice, trying to make Max see that there’s no one else. I guess giving him a hand job probably wasn’t the best way of doing that.

“Your sorry?” He asks incredulously. With a small sigh he leans back against the wall and throws his head back in aggravation. “Why the hell did you do it Liz?”

I look up at Max and I feel terrible. I don’t know why I did it; I guess I just wanted to show him that it’s him I want, not Kyle. I had to do something and I just… things got out of control.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” He counters with a harsh tone.

“Why are you getting so angry?” I cry.

“Because walking in and seeing you with Kyle like that… it brought back bad memories okay?! Memories that I never want to have again!”

“Nothing happened Max!” I yell in frustration. How many times do I have to tell him the same thing before he believe that it was all a set up. That nothing happened between us that night.

“I know that!” He yells back, his voice echoing around the room and down the hallway, sending shivers down my back from the hurt that echoed with it. He takes a deep breath and steadies himself, speaking in a soft voice, his eyes never meeting mine. “I-I know that. You’ve told me so many times that nothing happened and I believe you Liz. But every time I close my eyes I can still see you in bed with him. I can’t help it. Just because it was all a set up doesn’t stop the memories or the feelings I get that come with them. I’m sorry.”

He sighs softly and drops his head, his eyes falling to the ground in regret. I stand up and watch how his entire body tenses up from my small movement. Naturally I have to be the one to ruin everything. I’m starting to think that Max and I are like a broken record, something always coming between us as soon as it becomes perfect.

“Max, w-what if we make our own memories?” I say, taking a cautious step towards him. I have to make this right between us. I don’t think I can stand to loose him again.

Slowly, Max brings his gaze up from the ground and looks directly at me with sparkling amber eyes. I swallow all my fear and restraints and bring my hand up to the top button of my shirt, fumbling with it until it’s undone and I’m moving on to the next button.

“Wha-” He asks, his eyes glued to my hands. I hear him swallow audibly and if I wasn’t so fucking nervous I think I would smile at the effect I’m currently having over him.

“I-I want you, Max. I want you and I to have what we should have had a long time ago. I-I’m ready… if you want me?” I say softly, averting my eyes to look down at his well worn shoes. I don’t think I can handle to see the rejection in his eyes.

How do I know he’ll reject me? Not only because he’s Max and he’ll end up worrying about every single little detail, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders like he always does, but also because this is one of those perfect moments in life, and when your dating an alien king those perfect moments are commonly followed by really really bad moments that crush the perfect moment into smithereens as it gasps for air.

“Of course I want you Liz. I always have.” Max says huskily and I look up to find him suddenly inches away from me. His eyes are dark with desire and his breathing ragged. He licks his lips, sending a wave of heat throughout my entire body from that one small movement.

This was not how I expected this conversation to go, but I definitely like this version so much better. This is something that I have wanted since that night that we found the orbs, I just didn’t realise how ready I was until now.

I lean up onto my tippy toes, my mouth a breath away from Max’s and I whisper raucously against his lips. “Then have me.”

“W-what?” He gasps, his eyes wide like a stunned cat.

“D-don’t you want to?” My whispered question startles him further and I’m pretty sure that if there was a loud bang right now Max would jump so high his head would hit the ceiling.

“Always.”

I lace my fingers with his and slowly walk us over to the side of his bed, sitting down on the edge of it and biting my bottom lip as a nervous reaction. Max takes a place beside me, the mattress slowly dipping under our presence. A wave of awkwardness settles over us and we both stare straight ahead, our hands parting to rest in our laps. My heart is beating at a thousand miles per second and I think I’m may just pee my pants.

In simpler terms: I’m scared shitless.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. We’re about to have sex and this is just… awkward.

We stare at the wall across from us, my eyes glued to the small clock hanging on the wall.

I chance a glance over at Max, our eyes lock and I immediately move my gaze back to watching the clock on the wall. I see Max do the exact same thing out of the corner of my eye. Well, what a great start this is, we can’t even look at each other now?

I stare at the timepiece, watching as the second hand ticks in slow motion, the sound echoing louder and louder in my ears. Another sound penetrates, a tapping of a foot. I look over to find Max looking down at his hands and tapping his foot to an uneasy beat. Glad to know that I’m not the only one who has no idea what to do next.

He looks up and notices my eye on his rapidly moving foot and promptly stops, clears his throat and mumbles a slightly off key ‘sorry’.

“This is ridiculous.” I say after what feels like hours of sitting here uncomfortably. Max lets out a sigh of relief next to me and turns to face me.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just…” He stumbles with his words, his ears flaming bright red and his apologetic eyes flittering around the room. I look at him and bite my bottom lip. There's no doubt that this is something I want… its just difficult. I’ve never done this before and neither has Max. We have no idea what to do.

“M-maybe, if we just take it naturally, you know?” I suggest delicately.

“Yeah. Naturally. Right.” Max takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly to clear it before hitting me with a deep amber gaze.

“Ok, go.”

“G-go?” I ask him quizzically. He gives a small nod and I blink, trying to process all of this. “Okay?” I whisper and lean forward slightly towards his lips. I place a hand on his cheek but pull it back, not entirely sure what to do with my hands right now.

Slowly our lips come together for a small peck, both of us pulling back straight away. I clear my throat and look around the room. Our eyes meet and we lean in again, but instead of our lips joining this time its out heads, banging together harshly and making a loud sound. We both pull away instantly and sit up straight. I rub the lump now forming on the side of my head and see Max doing the same thing from the corner of my eye, cursing under his breath at our situation.

This would be funny if I wasn’t so uneasy.

“Perhaps if w-we got in the bed…” Max suggests cautiously, expecting me to say no and go running out of here screaming.

“Yeah, the bed.” I agree unconsciously and stand up. I kick off my shoes and finish undoing the buttons of my half undone shirt, slowly sliding it off my shoulders and dropping it onto the floor.

I look over at Max and see him working on his jeans zipper with his shirt already on the floor. He successfully manages to undo the zipper and lets the loose denim pool at his feet. I watch the way the muscles in his back move as he bends down to pick up the offending clothes and throws them in his hamper, his golden tanned skin making my mouth water.

He turns around to look at me and I snap back into action, my hands fumbling with the zipper on my own jeans. I furiously pull at it in every direction, trying to get it to move but nothing happens. I sigh in frustration and suck in a deep breath, struggling to pull the material over my hips without the zipper undone. Eventually they slide off and fall to my pile of clothing on the floor, leaving me standing in Max Evans’s room wearing only my underwear with him in the exact same position merely feet away from me.

Max clears his throat and averts his eyes away from their journey down my body, shuffling over to the bed and throwing back to the covers. He scratches behind his ear and keeps his gaze on the ground, motioning with one hand for me to hop in. “After you.”

I bite my bottom lip and duck my head, a blush staining my cheek as I walk over and slide underneath the blankets, moving over to the right so he can climb in next to me.

I pull the blankets up to cover my nearly bare chest and stare at the ceiling, knowing full well that Max is doing the exact same thing next to me. The crispy clean blankets surround me and I feel myself melting into the soft mattress.

We lay side my side, our arms barely touching and our eyes fixed to the ceiling, neither of us saying or doing anything for a good ten minutes.

“You have nice blankets.” I say quietly, feeling like a loser as soon as it comes out of my mouth. What a way to break the stillness.

“Cotton.”

“Ahh.”

Silence fills the air around us, the only sound penetrating my ears is the loud beating of my heart and Max’s deep breathes next to me. Well, this is going fantastic. On a scale of one to ten I would give my experience so far a minus five thousand.

Am I really such a loser that I can’t even have sex with my boyfriend when the time comes? I mean, I want this, so much, but I’m too scared of doing or saying the wrong thing that I just can’t move. Not that it matters any more. I think I’ve already made a big enough fool of myself. Max is probably itching to go off with the lobotomised Tess after today.

What happened to us? We can hardly keep our hands off each other everywhere else, but suddenly the prospect of us having sex is all too much? Suddenly we become babbling fumbling idiots?

A giggle escapes my lips, soon sparking into full blown laughter and earning me a strange glance from Max.

“What so funny?” He asks, moving onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

“Nothing.” I say but can’t hide the next round of mirth that spills from me. “ Maybe we’re just over thinking this too much. It was so much easier to do when we were finding the orbs and only one thing mattered.”

“Or in a room full of people.” Max counters playfully, a sexy smirk playing on the edges of his lips as he stares down at me. I smile as I remember my earlier activities at Michael’s apartment. I want to Max feel like that again. It then occurs to me that he smiled at the thought. Does this mean he’s not angry about it anymore?

“That too.” I agree. I look away from the ceiling and towards Max. His eyes darken to almost black and he looks down at me with hooded eyes, his tongue coming along to moisten his dry lips. My breathing starts to come faster when he inches towards me more.

I know that look. The desire igniting a hunger inside of him that causes my own. It’s the same look he’s given me time and time before, full of wanting and fire that makes you loose control.

He leans down towards me and I lean up, our lips meeting together for a kiss that makes me see stars, literally. The flash comes out of nowhere but I don’t stop, and neither does Max.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He rolls slightly on top of me, one of his thighs resting in between mine and his growing erection poking into my hip. He kisses a trail down my jaw and neck, moving around to suck on the back of my ear and sends waves of electricity through my entire body.

I take a deep breath and lean forward so I can move my hands around to the back of my bra, undoing the clasps and letting the offending piece of material slowly fall off me. Max picks it up from between us and throws it behind his head, neither of us caring where it lands.

It occurs to me that I just took my bra off. He looks down in between us and I move to cover myself, feeling incredibly self conscious but his large hands stop me. He leans down softly and places a tender kiss on the top of each breasts before moving up to my lips for a slow and sensual kiss.

“Your beautiful.”

His whispered words melt my body and I relax slightly, the tension slowly draining out of me. Dark amber eyes burn into mine, both of us forgetting about everything around us and getting lost in each other. The awkwardness is replaced by the natural feeling of being together.

His lips are on mine once again, his tongue making love to my mouth in the familiar way that makes my knees weak. I kiss him back with just as much fever, pulling his hard body more on top of mine.

His strong chest moves over my breasts and sends waves of pleasure throughout my body, polling in between my legs. The skin on skin contact makes him groan softly into my mouth and I smile. I feel warm hands move down my body and stop at my hips, or more precisely, the top of my underwear.

Questioning eyes meet mine and I give a small smile, rasing my hips up off the bed. His fingers hook around the elastic and Max slowly slides them off my legs. He slides his boxes off quickly before either of us have time to think about what's going to happen.

He cautiously moves back and rests his body on top of mine again, afraid that he’ll be too heavy or hurt me at all. I open my legs and feel him slide in between, the insides of my thighs tangling with his.

I gasp again his mouth when I feel the tip of his erection come into contact with my centre. This is all completely new territory for me. His lips gently caress mine; reminding me that this is new territory for Max as well.

His hand comes out and opens the draw of his bedside table, fumbling around inside until I hear the sound of foil. Closing the draw, he pulls his lips away from mine and leans back onto his knees, exposing himself to me for the very first time.

I stare in wonder at his masculine body, too stunned to move. This man is perfect. His skin glowing and his muscles well defined, making my mouth water from just the sight.

He nervously fumbles with the package, his hands shaking slightly. Finally, its opened and Max wastes no time rolling it down over his impressive length. I watch with wide eyes and an opened mouth. His eyes come up to meet mine and I feel myself blush a deep red from being caught.

He smiles down at me and stretches back over my body, supporting himself on his elbows that are placed either side of my shoulders.

“Liz.” Max whispers hoarsely, his shaky hand coming up to tenderly cup the side of my face. “A-are you sure?”

I pull him down close to me, leaning up unsteadily and touching my lips to his. I run my hands over Max’s shoulder and down his back, feeling the way his body is tensed against mine in anticipation for my answer. Slowly, I caress his lips with mine, feeling him relax slightly and I drink in the feeling of his hard body pressed so tightly to mine. This is what heaven feels like.

I pull away from his lips, looking into his deep amber eyes and give a small nod. He looks down at me with hooded eyes and whispers the three words I love to hear spill from his lips. I whisper back my answer to his vow and he leans down and kisses me softly, surely, communicating all of his emotions for me to feel in that one passionate kiss.

Max positions himself at my entrance, supporting his body with his forearms. I breathe harshly and brace myself for the pain I know is about to come.

And then he’s inside me.

[lizard_queen]

Oh God this chapter sucks, but i felt eally bad for leaving you guyes for like 3 weeks without an update and i had some time today after my software exam to do jack all, and i was itching to type something!

Only 2 more exams to go and i'm done. Woo hoo! Bio and Chem are easy... in theory. Lol.

Thanks for all your kinda fb, and Lissa i hope your exams are going well.

As for you all being pissed at Max, you have to remember that Max is an introvert, so getting a blow job in a room full of people who happen to be his best friends would be a bit shocking, not to mention the fact that it was Liz who gave it to him.

So yes, enjoy, maybe, and remember i'm not so good at writing this sort of stuff so please be gentle?




<center>Chapter 24

~Max~</center>



My first thought as I entered my bedroom with Liz tonight was that we would surely end up fighting and not talking for at least a day, in which case I would go to the Crashdown and apologise. When I did apologise I was anticipating the usual talk about how we’re from two different worlds and we can never be.

But this, however, was definitely not how I perceived this evening to end.

I push inside her welcoming body, melting internally from how warm and soft Liz feels surrounding me. My breathing becomes shallow and I hold on tightly trying to prevent myself from blowing this moment by coming within the first five seconds.

I may be half alien, but I’m still a human teenage boy. I can’t control everything that happens to me.

I hear a soft groan underneath me, one not of pleasure but of pain. I snap my attention back down to the beautiful seraph underneath me to find her eyes closed, lips parted and silent tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Guilt washes over me when I see her wince in pain, the pain I caused her. Now I feel like an asshole. This is bad. Really bad.

“Liz?” I whisper worriedly, lifting my weight off her slowly and resting it on my elbows that are placed on either side of her body. “D-do you want to stop? We can stop if you-”

“No. I just… give me a minute?” She whispers up to me with half open eyes and I nod my head in response. Liz takes a deep breath and I can tell she's trying to push the pain into the back of her mind and focus on something else. Her eyes close again and I can feel her fast breathing pushing her breasts up against me with each intake of air.

Even in our current situation, I can’t help but notice how amazingly beautiful she is. Liz has been called plain all her life, everyone feeling the need to let her know just how average she is. The thing is, those people only looked from a distance, a quick glance before deciding which category she fits in. She may not have big boobs or long legs, but she is far from average.

I have watched Liz since the first time I saw her, and even then she was definitely not plain to me. Her big brown eyes and soft chocolate hair draw me in, her warm soft lips daring me to get closer to her, and her amazing loving personality just the icing on the cake. Liz is sexy without knowing it, her body fitting perfectly against mine and her silky skin playing a major role in many of my fantasies.

Liz Parker is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, including right now with tears tainting her soft pink cheeks and pain marring her features. I cautiously reach up and wipe away the teardrops resting on her skin, earning myself a small smile from her parted lips.

“Thank you.” She whispers softly, opening her sparkling eyes and hitting me with a forceful gaze that I cant escape. Her eyes draw me in and I find myself leaning down closer to her until our lips are a breath apart.

“I love you.” I murmur against her sweet lips, devouring her mouth and feeling her reciprocate my actions just as hungrily. Her arms come up and wrap around my neck holding my body tightly against her delicate frame.

I gently lower myself down to rest on her body again, one of my arms wrapping around her waists and supporting her back, the other burying in her soft hair while I attack her with my lips.

I trail my mouth down her cheek, kissing away the remains of her tears and the continuing down her jaw line and to the crook of her neck, sucking on her milky skin. Her body arches against mine mechanically, pushing her breasts further against my chest and me further inside of her tight heat. A small moan spills from her lips, one not of pain but this time of pleasure.

Liz lifts her hips of the bed and pulls back, my engorged flesh dipping further into her warmth and then retreating. I take initiative and start to move my hips in time with hers, her soft moans urging me on.

Electricity crackles between out joint bodies, the air around us sparkling with the power. I run a hand softly over her arms, watching the familiar glowing trail flicker in its wake.

“Wow.” Liz sighs softly, her eyes glued to my hand trailing over her body as well. She smiles up at me, taking my breath away with the love and trust I see shining in her eyes. I smile back at her and lean down to join out lips again, a desperate need to taste her consuming me all over.

My lips trail across her heated skin, down her collarbone and back up her jaw until I’m drinking her mouth again, our lower bodies grinding in a steady rhythm that’s slowly speeding up, the glowing trail following my hand forgotten as we become lost in each other and the feelings that are being invoked by such an intimate act.

“Max…” Liz moans against my mouth as I continue to thrust into her, our rhythm becoming faster and harder. I can feel it building, this climb inside of me. I just have to reach the top and when I do reach it…

“Liz!” I cry against her neck, my hips bucking against hers spasmodically and my breathing cutting off every few seconds. I release myself harshly, my head feeling like its been taken on a whirlwind ride from the pleasure coursing through my body.

I open my eyes, feeling like I’ve been drugged and look down at Liz through foggy eyes. She's lying underneath me, waiting for her own orgasm that was prevented due to my sudden explosion. My hips are still moving against hers slowly, my cock softening as I stare down at her.

I blew it, literally.

I wanted Liz to experience this with me and I couldn’t hold on. I know that she's ready and it wouldn’t take much for me to make her go over the edge like I did, so I continue to move inside of her, hoping that it will have some sort of effect on her even though right now I’m too spent for it to have much effect on me.

I speed up when I feel her long nails dig into the skin on my back. Liz throws her head to the side and I take the opportunity of attaching my lips to her skin once again, sucking hard and hoping to leave a mark.

My name spills from her beautiful lips in a soft scream and I feel her walls clenching around me, making me groan from the feeling. Slowly, her grip settles from my skin and the strength of her arms around my neck lessens, her body collapsing back against the mattress, both of us spent from the physical and emotion exertion.

I look down into Liz’s flushed face, brushing the loose strands of hair off her features and I smile. Even though it was awkward and uncomfortable at times, I still smile because none of that matters.

What matters is that I just made love to Liz Parker.

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~</center>


“Max…” Liz sighs in her sleep, curling up against me as close as she can. I smile an adoring smile down at the sleeping paragon in my arms and pull her bare body closer against mine. I don’t know what it is about her, but Liz Parker has been the one good thing in this world and I refuse to give her up for anything. Destiny, FBI, even death. I never want to leave this moment.

“Hey.” I whisper down at the dark haired girl in my arms when I see her eyes fluttering open slowly.

“Hmm… what time is it?” She mumbles, grabbing the covers from around her waist and pulling them up over her shoulders to ward off the cold.

I glance over at the clock on my bedside table, the glowing green numbers delicately illuminating Liz’s features in the darkness.

“A little past 3 am.” I say tenderly to the night. I didn’t realise it was so late. It was just before midnight when Liz fell asleep and ever since then I’ve been laying here next to her, just watching her sleep, taking in this moment in case I wake up in the morning and its all just a dream. God she's so beautiful.

Just when I think that she's fallen back to sleep Liz suddenly sits up in the darkness, fumbling around on the floor beside her frantically in search of something.

“My parents are going to kill me. Shit!” She curses, pulling the blankets up tighter against her naked body.

“Liz…” I say but she just ignores me, continuing to fumble around the darkness.

“My dad is going to know what happened tonight as soon as he sees me and he’ll lock me up in some tower and I’ll never be able to see you again. And don’t even think about using your alien powers to get me down because as soon as he’s done with me he’ll go after you with a really really big hunting gun that he has hidden in his office at the Crashdown so there’ll be no hope for either of us and-”

“Liz!” I yell, cutting her off mid panic attack. She looks over at me with a shaky breath and wide eyes, her grip on the blankets around her tightening. I crawl over closer to her, taking the shirt she’s holding out of her hands and letting it drop back onto the floor next to us.

“Its ok Liz, just breathe.” I lift a hand and gently trace her soft cheek with my palm, feeling her tilt her head to rest against me. “I rang Maria up earlier, just after you fell asleep, and I asked her to ring up your parents and cover for you. They think your sleeping over at her house. You’re not going to be locked in a tower.”

I laugh softly when I see the pink blush stain her cheeks in the darkness. After everything that happened tonight and I can still make her blush.

“Thank you.” She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me with innocent eyes. I crawl back and lay against the pillows behind me, opening my arms for Liz. She crawls into them without hesitation, closing her eyes and resting her head against my chest.

I feel her warm lips gently place a kiss over my heart and sigh in contentment at the feeling.

“I love you.” She says quietly. I pull the covers back over our cold bodies and place a small kiss on her hair.

“I love you too.” She smiles softly from my declaration and I add, “So you’re going to have to protect me from your dads really really big gun.”





TBC.... sorry the ending was a bit cliched. Um, as for next update... well... i can try and write but no promises for the next update being on Monday. Sorry guys. School sucks.

[lizard_queen]

Ugh, this chapter is kinda blah but i had the basis of this chapter was an idea in my mind for a while so i decided to put it to use. The chapter really doesn't have much relevance but meh, whatever.

Thanks for all your amazing fb guys. You rock my world






<center>Chapter 25


~Liz~
</center>

I feel the morning sunlight stream through the window and warm my face as consciousness seeps through my sleepy haze. However, I don’t have to open my eyes to tell that it’s not a pillow I’m sleeping on.


Pillows don’t breathe.


I moan softly and cautiously open my eyes, coming face to face with the golden tanned skin of my boyfriend’s perfectly defined chest. I groggily wipe away the remnants of sleep still lingering in my eyes and try to focus on the perfect male specimen lying underneath me… naked.


Last nights events come rushing back to me when the fog clears from my brain and I remember the amazing sensations he caused to run through my body and explode in a rush of flashes like I’ve never had before. And then it once again hits me.


Max Evans is laying in bed with me, both of us completely naked like the day we were born… or for one of us, hatched out of a pod.


I know that in my position right now I should be tempted to search for any bits of green skin otherwise hidden from my view during the daytime when he has clothes on, but I’m too content just watching him sleep, something new for me. I’ve never been able to just watch Max like he’s done to me for the past how ever many years. I think it’s about time I get my share of oogling in before he wakes up.


A smile forms on my lips as I lay here with his arms tightly wrapped around my nude form and I just study his peaceful features. Last night was perfect, despite the fact that if it wasn’t for a petty little fight this probably wouldn’t’ have happened. The way he touched me, so intimately and gently… it was perfect. And now when I’m sure most people my age who just had sex are running around, gathering their clothes and getting ready to jump out of the window before their partner wakes up, I’m laying here not at all ready to move unless I absolutely have to.


But what if when Max wakes up he regrets it? What if he thinks we weren’t ready or he suddenly decides that a brain dead alien is so much better than a human who has no clue what so ever as to what they’re doing in the sack?


Oh God, what if he thinks I was horrible?


Breathe; I have to remember to breathe. I’m just panicking right now, and I don’t know why. Max isn’t even awake and I’m having doubts about the night we just spent together. Maybe this is why everyone’s jumped out of the window by now and run off to hide?


I shake my head, clearing away the bad thoughts and trying to focus on taking in as much of him as I can before he wakes up.


Max’s expression is content as he sleeps peacefully, this being possibly the first time I’ve ever seen him do just that. He constantly carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, which evidently haunts him in his sleep, making him toss and turn all night. I may have only fallen asleep in his arms a handful of times, but last night was the first time that I haven’t woken up to the painful noises he makes from his dreams. I don’t even think he knows that he mumbles in his sleep, small sobs escaping past his soft lips and cries of an animal in pain.


It doesn’t take a genius to realise what Max is reliving when he closes his eyes. The white room forever haunts him and I doubt it’ll ever stop.


I reach out my small hand and unconsciously trace his strong jaw line with the tip of my index finger. He has the smallest trace of stubble forming on the underside of his jaw and it tickles the side of my hand as I softly outline the contours of his face with my eyes.


How is it possible that someone can be this beautiful? Maybe it’s by the helpful boost of alien DNA, the fact that he’s royalty or just because his cover was designed to match his heart, but Max Evans is undoubtfully beautiful, and I know for a fact that I’m not the only one who shares this opinion. After watching the boys PE class run around the track at school Max has been the favourite topic of conversation in the girls locker room countless time, something that makes me cringe yet fill with pride at the same time to know that he loves me.


This epitome of male perfection loves me, and I don’t think he realises that I love him back just as much.


I lean up until I’m face to face with Max’s sleeping face and slowly learn in, softly placing my lips against his and kissing him in a way that I hope turns his dreams R rated. I pull back and watch the sleepy grin that plays on his lips before leaning in and nipping at the underside of his defined jaw, my lips travelling down his neck and along his shoulder. I kiss his skin softly, inhaling Max’s unique scent at the same time.


He moans softly, never once opening his eyes as I continue my journey down his collarbone and to his rock hard chest. I’m more than aware that he’s no longer asleep on account of the way his large hands are gently stroking my back up and down in lazy circles. I slide down his perfect body and place hot, wet, opened mouth kisses all along his golden chest, but stop abruptly when something catches my eye.


I pull back slightly when I notice the barely there line of discoloured skin running straight down the middle of Max’s chest. It juts out from the smooth expanse of his skin by mere millimetres which is probably why I didn’t notice it last night, also because last night was rather… awkward… but I’ve definitely noticed it now, and there’s no need to ask what its from.


A wave a guilt washes over me and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling, my eyes glued to the small scar left by a sharpened scalpel and a cold hearted bastard who claimed to be an alien hunter.


I cautiously lift my hand, afraid to touch the reminder of the horror Max was put through whilst locked in a room and studied like a fucking lab rat. I can feel his hands now stationary on my back and his eyes boring down at me. His entire body is stiff and he knows that I’ve seen the recollection he tried to hide.


I reach out slowly, my hand an inch away from his tortured memory when Max all of a sudden flinches away from me, sitting up as best he could with me laying on top of his naked form and covering the scar from my view with his arms.


He averts his eyes away from me and stares at the floor across from us, drawing into himself more than I’ve ever seen before. His face is full of guilt and pain, two of the last things that I ever wish for him to feel.


“Max, I-” I start but I don’t really know what else to say. How do you help someone when they wont even look at you? I pull the blankets up around me to cover my body and sit here feeling utterly useless.


“I’m sorry.” Max whispers softly to the floor, vulnerability coming off him in waves.


“Wha-” I gasp in disbelief. What does he have to be sorry for? He wasn’t the one who took a scalpel and cut himself open just to see how alien he really was.


I move so I’m sitting along side his solemn form and gently place a tender hand on Max’s tense arm. I fell the strength leak from him the instant I touch his skin. His shoulders fall in defeat and his hands claw at the covers, needing something to hold on tightly enough to break but finding only fabric.


“Max?” I encourage softly, not wanting to push him into telling me anything he isn’t ready for.


“I’m sorry Liz.” He murmurs again, turning teary red eyes my way. His voice trembles and I feel my heart break inside from how scared and lost he looks right now. My arms immediately surround his shaking form, just needing to touch him, to offer some sort of comfort to his shivering figure.


“Shh… its okay.” I say softly as he buries his head in the crook of my neck and his hands cling to my waist. I want to ask him why he didn’t heal it? Why did he keep it there all this time, slowly torturing himself?


“I didn’t want to forget.” Max whispers against my neck, quietly answering my unasked question. My heart silently pangs from his cracked voice and I hold him against me tighter.


“Forget what?” I whisper back, brushing back the ruffled bits of hair that fall across his face. He pulls back, away from me and stares down at his hands that are busily scratching at each other in his lap. I see how nervous he is and lovingly place my hand on top of his, offering my love and support to him continuously.


“That we can’t trust anyone.”


He says the words so softly that I’m almost sure I imagined them, but seeing the shame on Max’s face there’s no doubting what he just admitted to me. If I thought my heart was broken before from seeing Max this way, then it just shattered even more. I’m stunned into silence but I finally collect myself and take a deep breath.


“You can trust me.” I vow, reaching up and turning his eyes up to meet mine. I softly caress his strong jaw line and marvel when he leans into my touch.


“I know that.” The naked vulnerability I see in Max’s eyes has me leaning up and joining my lips with his in a reassuring movement. I want him to know he can trust me, that I would never hurt him intentionally and that above all else, he is the most human person I have ever met.


Max kisses me back softly at first but it soon becomes more heated when his hands wrap around my waist and start to move up and down my back, tracing the contours of my spine with his fingertips. I know he just needs to touch me right now and I feel exactly the same. His hands move along my sides and upwards, brushing against the underside of my naked breasts and causing me to moan softly into his hot mouth. My lips massage his, our tongues duelling sensually and our fingers lacing together automatically. I crawl into his lap and we both sink down onto the mattress, locked together in a tight embrace.


We lay on our sides kissing lazily but pull back when air becomes necessary. Max’s hand comes up and brushes back the loose strands of my hair behind my ear, his dark eyes searching my face for something.


“Thank you, Liz.” He whispers, tracing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.


“For what?”


“For being you and for always loving me, even when you thought you shouldn’t.” I smile softly at his words and lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss that takes both our breaths away. I roll us over so I’m once again laying on top of his gorgeous body and kiss him once more, my mouth find its way down to his strong chest and the tortured memory of last summer.


I pull back and gently trace the vertical scar from top to bottom before leaning in and covering it with my lips, healing him the best way I know how.


“Liz? Wha-” I hear Max stutter above me but I don’t hear him. I’m too focused on kissing his pain away, dissolving all of his nightmares and fears with my touch. I know that it may be fruitless. How could I possibly expect Max to just forget about the agony he had to suffer in the hands of the FBI by placing a few kisses on his skin?


I don’t expect him to forget. I never expect Max to forget what they put him through. It’s been over four months and Pierce is still torturing him from the grave. The memory is permanently embedded in his brain. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to help him heal. I want Max to be happy again.


“Liz…” Max’s soft voice breaks me away from my thoughts and I suddenly realise that I’ve started to cry, my tears drops collecting on his soft skin underneath me. He pulls me up until we’re face to face and rolls us over so his naked body is pressing down tightly onto mine.


Max tenderly traces away the tears from my eyes, his amber gaze searching my face for something that he obviously finds because seconds later he’s kissing me, nipping at my bottom lip and devouring my mouth with such voracious kisses that I think I may just explode.


“I love you so much.” He vows to me, peppering kisses all over my face and down my body. His hands caress my shoulders, breasts and hips, eliciting a fire wherever they touch my skin. Strong thighs slide in between my legs, his arousal pressing hard against my lower stomach and causing me to wince slightly in pain.


“Hey, are you okay?”


The concern in his voice and eyes melt my heart. How is it possible someone like Max Evans could even look at me twice let alone care if I’m in pain? I nod my head and blush, biting my bottom lip from the reasoning behind my pain. “I’m just a little sore, that’s all. It’ll pass.”


Max smiles down at me affectionately, leaning back and placing his right hand flat over my lower stomach. A faint blue glow appears from under his hand and my entire body floods from the warmth his healing hands send inside of me. My skin tingles and I ache for his touch when he pulls away.


“Thank you.” I smile up at him when he pulls away his hand and rests his body back on top of mine.


“Any time.” He smiles back at me before looking over at the clock beside his bed. “Now Miss Parker, what do you say we go have a shower and then get some breakfast?”


“Hmm… shower huh?” I ask surreptitiously, rasing one eyebrow suggestively with playful smile.


Max sends a sexy smirk back down at me. “You know, if we shower together we can save some water.”


“Is that so?” I quip back up at him playfully.


“Yep.” He nods matter-of-factly, looking adorable with his deshelved bed hair and boyish grin. Did I mention just how sexy he looks?


“I’ll race you there?”


“You’re on.”






TBC... See, what did i tell you. Blah.

[lizard_queen]

Oh My God, i'm turning into oen of those crappy authors who never updates because they get so carried away with real life that they just forget about their fics. I hate those people! I dont want to be one of those people! Agh!

Stupid real life. Go away. No one likes you.

Although, Photoshop has been taking up quite a lot of my time aswell. But i love my Photoshop and i refuse to get rid of it. So thats a no go. Looks like real life is getting the sack then.

Um, sorry.

<smiles sheepishly>

Thanks for your fb dudes and dudettes. I'm sick at the moment so all this aromatherapy is getting to me. Ignore me.

Anyhoo, on with the crappy show....

<center>Chapter 26

~Max~
</center>

Before you ask, nothing happened in the shower, much to my dismay. I wasn’t sure if Liz would want to after last night, plus in all honestly, I’m tired. I spent most of the night just watching her sleep; afraid that if I even blinked, she would be gone when I opened my eyes again.

Yet now, even as she sleeps next to me, I cant seem to take my eyes away from her and place them on the television screen across from us. I guess I’ve gotten so good at watching her over the years that it’s kind of hard to turn it off.

The last thing I want to do is push Liz into doing something she's not ready for. Just because last night happened doesn’t mean she’ll want to do it again any time soon. For all I know, last night may have been a terrible experience for her. What if I was really that bad? Its not like I’ve had any experience in that area, except the casual affair with my hand.

Right now I’m going by the hope that if it was that bad, she would have left by now, which thankfully, she hasn’t. Its almost midday and she hasn’t left yet. That is a good sign, right?

“Max…” Liz sighs next to me in her sleep, curling into my side more and looking absolutely beautiful. Her face is peaceful, her soft skin illuminated with a soft glow from the television screen. Her button nose is squished up against my chest and her supple, pink cheeks are resting against the inside of my arm. There's a simple plainness about Liz that draws you in, making her stand out in any crowd and take your breath away.

I trail my free hand softly up and down her arm that’s hidden underneath our blanket and scoot further back against the back of the lounge, pulling Liz with me so she doesn’t accidentally fall off. The lounge is long enough for Liz to fit but my sock covered feet hang over the arm at the end.

I watch her hand tighten its grip in my shirt. She mumbles something about chasing a piece of cheese and I smile lovingly down at her. God she's adorable. I don’t know how one minute she can be so innocent, so convincing, and the next be practically attacking me with wildness full of desire.

Gently, I brush back a loose piece of her hair from her face, running my fingers over her smooth skin. She fell asleep about twenty minutes into the movie and I’ve been here watching her ever since, never once glancing back to see how far the movies gone.

I sigh softly, placing a tender kiss on her forehead and pulling her warm body closer to mine, resting my head back down on the small pillow so we’re face to face. Minutes later, sleep over takes me, the last thing I see is Liz’s sweet face inches away from mine.

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I jump awake from the sound of my sister’s laughter echoing down the hallway and into the room, followed by male laughter. I blink back the sleep and try to move, but I’m weighed down by Liz’s small body. The fog clears from my mind and I look over at the TV to see static flickering across the screen. The movie must have finished.

I hear high heels and another set of heavy feet trudging up the hallway until… “Oh my God, did you see her face when I told her to… Max!” Isabel yelps when she sees me lying on the couch with Liz wrapped up in my arms.

I give a small nod of greeting, still half asleep, and watching in amusement as Alex slams right into Isabel’s back due to her abrupt stop.

“You’re supposed to tell someone when you’re going to…” He starts, looking up to find me with my index finger up against my lips, the well known symbol for shut up. He looks confused for a bit until his eyes land on a sleeping Liz curled into my side.

I see understanding dawn in his eyes and then Isabel turns around to whisper something to him. He whispers something back and then starts off in the direction of her room, giving me a small wave on the way past. I look up at Isabel expectedly as she walks over to us and stands at the end of the lounge.

“I didn’t think you two would be home. I came home last night but after figuring out what you two were doing I found an alternative place to stay.” She whispers, giving a small look in Liz’s direction with a raised eyebrow. I unconsciously pull Liz tighter against my body, my grip on her waist tightening just that little bit.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that. I’m guessing you stayed at Alex’s?” I whisper back, my ears flaming red. I reach up and sheepishly scratch my eyebrow. She looks down at me with a knowing smirk that tells me everything all right.

“No, we just had breakfast at the Crashdown. I stayed at Maria's, actually. Boy was that an experience.”

I laugh softly to myself at the way my sister rolls her eyes. I know for a fact that Isabel and Maria get on quite well, but I’m guessing that she's still recovering from Hurricane Deluca, Senior. I know from some of the stories Michaels told me that she can be quite a ride.

“Mmm… Max?” Liz stirs next to me, slowly opening her eyes and looking up to find Isabel looming over us.

“Hey.” I say softly, brushing back a wayward strand of her silky hair. She smiles delicately up at me and then turns her attention back to Isabel.

“Hey Liz.” Isabel greets with a smirk and a wave. I shoot her a warning glare but it’s not soon enough. All it took was the gleam in Isabel’s eye for it to dawn on Liz just why she's smiling.

“Oh God!” She cries, burying her head against my chest and pulling the blanket up to cover her bright red face, shielding her from my view. Her muffled voice squeaks out from under the cotton. “You know don’t you?”

“Why do you think I was forced to stay at Maria's all night?” Is Isabel’s smart reply. I throw my head back against the arm of the lounge in exasperation. Well, this is wonderful. I’m guessing that what little time Liz and I had to ourselves today has officially ended.

Isabel smiles in victory, turning to walk up the stairs but stops short, turning back around to face us with devilish smile. “Oh, and mom and dad rang. They’re about five minutes away, so you might want to clean up all evidence of last night before the questions start.”

With one more sugary sweet grin in our direction she runs up the stairs, leaving me with my mouth hanging open and speechless. I can’t believe she just did that.

“Ow!” I yelp a minute later when I feel Liz’s fingers pinch my nipple and twist. Hard.

“I can’t believe you told her!” She mumbles from under the blanket. I pull it off her head so I can see her face and try to smile innocently at her.

“I didn’t tell her. She came home last night and kinda… heard some things…” I look away from Liz, my ears heating up and I know that I can’t look her in the eye right now.

“Why didn’t you remember that she would come home?!” Liz cries in distress, sitting up so she's straddling my waist and crossing her arms over her chest. I know that she's not upset about this, just embarrassed. So naturally, she blames me.

“I’m sorry but I was kind of preoccupied with you!” I try to defend myself.

Bad move Max.

A pillow comes flying out of nowhere and knocks me on the side of the head with a loud thump. The sweet sounds of Liz’s giggle float through the room and soon I find myself laughing with her.

She falls down on top of me in a fit of giggles, her face tragically close to mine. In an instant the mood changes from light and funny to incredibly heated. Before I can control myself Liz is withering underneath me, our tongues duelling and my hands roaming her sides and her stomach, itching to dip them under her shirt and feel her velvet soft skin.

Her arms wrap around my neck and her thighs spread slightly to allow me to rest in between them. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and she lets out a small moan, her taste surrounding me yet still I want more. If it weren’t for a very loud throat clearing behind us I probably would have gotten just that.

“Hem hem.”


Liz and I both spring apart instantly, me landing on the floor and scrambling into an upright position and Liz sitting up in embarrassment on the lounge. She slowly stumbles to her feet and stands next to me, self consciously smoothing out the wrinkles in her shirt.

I look up to find my parents standing in the doorway, my father with an amused expression on his face and my mother looking completely stunned. Here eyes are wide and her mouth hanging open in shock of what she just stumbled in on.

Sure, it was nothing but harmless kissing, but if they had come a few minutes later, I’m pretty sure that Liz and I would have been doing so much more. But then again, my mother has never seen me kiss a girl before. The closest she's ever come was last year when things between Liz and I got heated and she was called to the school because of our eraser room… activities. Even then, she didn’t want to believe that the son that she probably had suspicions about being gay was kissing a girl, and cutting class.

“Liz, nice to see you again.” My father says with a knowing smile. Oh, I just can’t wait for the talk I know we’re going to have tonight.

“Nice to see you too Mr Evans.” Liz blushes, nibbling on her bottom lip and adverting her eyes. My hand blindly reaches next to me until our fingers touch and entwine.

“Well,” my mother sighs, shaking her self out of her deer in headlights pose. “What would you two like for lunch? Liz?” She lifts up a shopping bag of food next to her and smiles politely at us both. My dad raises one eyebrow in my direction, his smirk never wavering. I silently thankful that they spent the night in Albuquerque.

“Oh, um, no thank you M-Mrs Evans. I-I have to get back to the Crashdown for my shift. But thank you.”

My mother smiles politely at her before turning her eyes to mine. “Max?”

“I’ll have something after I drop Liz home.”

“Hem…” Liz quietly clears her throat in nervousness. “I’ll just go and get my stuff then. Excuse me.”

Its no surprise that Liz practically bolts out of the room, all the while leaving me to face my parents curious gazes and wishing I was hiding with her.


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I watch Liz’s retreating form as she gets out of the Jeep and starts across the ally to her balcony ladder. A soft smile plays on my lips and I know that I’ll remember last night forever. Which remind me…

“Liz, wait!” I call, clamouring out of the Jeep just as she reaches the bottom of the ladder.

She turns around with a brilliant smile and watches as I run up to her. “What?”

“I never got to thank you.” I breathe out, coming to a stop right in front of her. She looks up at me with confused eyes and I continue on. “F-for last night.” I stammer, suddenly extremely uneasy. “Not just for what happened at my house… but for what happened at Michaels as well.”

Liz’s face drains of all colour and her brown eyes blink back at me in shock.

“I-I was so afraid that someone saw what happened that I never got to thank you. I’ve never done that before and…” I start to trail off, feeling like an absolute ass for even bringing it up again. She was probably trying to suppress the memory.

“I’ve never done it before either.” She whispers out softly, looking up at me in awe. I reach out my hand and gently stroke her soft cheek, loving the way she always leans into my caress.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it, I was just a little freaked, you know?”

Liz nods in silent understanding, taking a small step closer to me so our bodies are touching. I lean down towards her, searching her chocolate eyes for something, but I’m not entirely sure what.

“I just wanted to thank you…” I breathe out against her lips, closing the distance between us for a smouldering kiss that leaves me breathless. I slip my tongue in past her soft lips and explore the deep recesses of her mouth, pulling Liz’s body flush against mine and wrapping my arms tightly around her small waist.

I push her up against the brick wall of the ally and greedily devour her body, recklessly kissing every inch of skin that I can find exposed. She moans my name softly in my ear, running her hands through my hair and clawing at my back. I trail my mouth up and down her neck and collarbone before returning them back to her lips for a passionate kiss.

She pulls back breathlessly and rests her forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes. I peck her lips with a small kiss and let her body go, taking a giant step backwards to put some distance in between us.

I run a shaky hand through my tousled hair, mustering up all the self-control I can find. I can’t believe I just ravished Liz right here in an alleyway where anyone could see.

“I-I should go.” I gulp, my breathing and heart rate abnormally fast.

“Uh huh.” Liz agrees with wide eyes, still in shock.

Like a zombie in a trance I turn and start to head back to the Jeep, but I cant go until I tell her something.

“I love you Liz Parker.” I smile across the alleyway at her, revelling in the brilliant smile she sends back at me.

“I love you too Max Evans.”


TBC.... I have to stop finishing my chapters with that. Grr. How about "I hate you" next time? Any takers?

[lizard_queen]

Yes i know, my updating is pathetic, Sorry.

<center>Chapter 27

~Liz~</center>


How is it possible that after having the best night of my life last night, it’s followed not by a repeat of the perfect night, but by me sitting at work in pure boredom trying desperately to ignore Maria's probing green stare and millions of questions about where I was last night?

“Come on Liz, I covered for your ass last night, the least you could do is tell me what happened.” She whines, wiping down the counter. I sit and glare at her, wishing the last customer would hurry up and leave so we could close for the night and I could hide from the questions.

I open my mouth to state some snark reply but she cuts me off before I have the chance to speak.

“And don’t try and tell me nothing happened! Max rang me last night to ask me to cover because you had ‘fallen asleep’, but I don’t buy that bullshit. There's something different about you today, and you can’t deny it! Its like your glowing or something.” She shakes her head from the thought and mimes the words to a song playing over the radio softly in the background.

Its takes a minute for it to click, but eventually…

“Oh my God!” Maria gasps, dropping the rag that she was using to clean down the counter and covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes are wide and green, staring me down incredulously. “You didn’t! Please Liz, tell me you didn’t!”

I squint from the high pitch of her squealing and avert my eyes to the ground. I can feel my face heating up at least fifty degrees but still I refuse to acknowledge that she guessed correctly.

“Oh My God!” She squeals once again, launching herself around the counter and squeezing the life out of me with an excited hug. I claw at her back and try and tell her that I can’t breathe, but my head is squished against her chest so much that it just comes out as an incoherent mumble.

“Maria…” I cough, my hands flailing around in the air. Eventually she lets go of me, realising that I cant breath, and I fall back against the stool behind me with a thump, panting for air.

“Lizzie.” She gasps once again with tears in her eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Maria so emotional. Is she pregnant or something? “No wonder you’re glowing.”

And its true. I know its true. When I got into my room after Max dropped me home this afternoon, the first thing I did was look in my mirror. I was curious. I wanted to see if I was changed physically in any way. I didn’t expect to find what I did when I saw my reflection.

It was subtle, but the change was there. I was glowing.

The smile on my face was radiating, yet it wouldn’t go away. My skin felt as though a hundred volts of electricity were running through every pore. It was almost like I had all this power inside of me, building up and needing to explode. And I knew straight away that it was from Max. He did this, he made me glow.

My mind flashed back to a time last year in Michael’s apartment. I could still see the silver glow his touch left on my skin. It had made my stomach do little flips back then, the feelings coursing around inside of me strong and vibrant. But now, now it wasn’t just my skin. It was my everything. Inside of me I was a giant electrical show, and on the outside… I was glowing.

“It was amazing, wasn’t it?” Maria asks me in awe, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to reality. She sits down next to me and leans forward over the counter, looking off dreamily with her head resting in her hands.

I bite my bottom lip and tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear, giving a small nod in the process. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire I’m blushing so much, but my nervousness goes right out the window with her next question, instead replaced by shock that she would even ask.

“Did you… you know. Did he make you… hem hem.”

My eyes snap up to hers, hoping to God she did not just ask me if I orgasmed or not. She did, didn’t she? “Maria!”

“What? Its not like I have any other friends who are no longer virgins that I can ask!” She practically shouts, leaving me with no choice but to slam my hand across her mouth.

“Would you shut the hell up? My dads in his office, he can probably hear you, you idiot!” I threaten in a lethal whisper.

Its times like these I wonder why I have her as my best friend. I look around suspiciously, making sure our only customer is minding her own business, but sure enough, I find the old woman staring straight at us with a look of disgust. She's probably thinking about how much of a waste the youth of today is.

“Oh, my bad.” Maria apologises, but the twinkle never leaves her eye. Five minutes later, I’m filling up the sugar jars and she's back around the other side of the counter, pretending to be wiping down the milkshake machine yet here eyes never stop watching me.

I look up with a scowl on my face when I feel her gaze on my down turned head. “What?” I sigh. This is getting ridiculous. Why don’t I just answer her and get this over and done with.

“Well? Did you?”

I roll my eyes in exasperation, choosing to ignore her question and pretend she never said anything.

“Liz, come on. I need to know what to expect if Spaceboy ever gets his head out of his ass and decides to come-a-calling with some clean clothes and flowers.” I look up at her with a raised eyebrow that says ‘yeah, right.’

“Ok, well maybe the flowers are a bit too much, but I’m supposed to be your best friend. If you cant tell me about this, who will you tell? Alex? He would probably put his hands on his ears and start yelling ‘la la la’ if you even said the word sex.” I realise the hurt behind her words and guilt washes over me. I didn’t mean to block her out of my experience, but I’m still just getting used to it myself.

“Maria, its not that I don’t want to tell you.” I start softly, hoping she understands where I’m coming from. “Its just that I have real issues talking about this sort of stuff. I feel really strange right now. And it’s all so new as well. I mean, it was only last night, it’s all so fresh, and I don’t want to ruin it by taking away how special it was to me just yet. I’m sorry.”

I look up and see her smiling softly back at me, a smile only a friend can give you to let you know that everything’s alright, that they understand what your talking about. We go back to our jobs quietly, but the jingle of the bells above the door has Maria’s attention snapping up to death glare whoever wishes to make us close late tonight and possible die from our wrath. Don’t these people understand that we want to go bed sometime tonight?

I’m about to open my mouth and tell who ever it is that the kitchens closed when Maria speaks first, throwing down her rag in anger and putting her hands on her hips.

“Oh great, now I’m never going to get any answers out of you.” She mumbles, walking into the back room in a huff. I look up and over at the door, wondering who just walked in but I don’t see anyone there. Thinking I must be going crazy, I blink it away and go back to what I was doing.

I manage to peel my eyes away from my task with the sugar jars once again when I feel warm arms wrap around my waist from behind and hot breathe next to my ear. I lean back into his strong touch, sighing in contentment from how safe I suddenly feel. Just his presence is alluring.

“So you told her?” Max speaks huskily in my ear, echoing similar words I told him once before, the night we found the orbs in the desert.

“So you told them?”

The words whisper past my thoughts, carrying with them all the heartbreak of the last year and leaving me feeling completely satisfied from the new memories that were made last night.

“Hmm…” I inhale his fresh scent, shivering when his soft lips connect with the crook of my neck. I arch my neck to the side to give him better access, completely forgetting that there’s still a customer across the room from us, most probably shaking her head and tsking at our actions.

“I told her nothing. She guessed it all.”

Max’s arms leave my waist and go to the sides of my stool, swinging me around to face him. He leans down and delicately caresses my jaw, leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake.

“Hi.” He whispers down to me.

“Hi.” I whisper back, leaning up towards him as he leans down until we’re less than an inch apart.

“I missed you.” He breathes out against my lips.

“You saw me less than six hours ago.” I tease playfully, loving the crooked smile that plays on his beautiful lips.

“That’s six hours too long.” His deep voice sends shivers to my most intimate places, and if my father and Maria weren’t in the next room I would probably push Max onto the counter and take him right here. Damn the old woman to hell.

I don’t even bother to reply. I lean up and seal our mouths together for an intoxicating kiss that has me pulling away minutes later for air. Damn it, why the hell do we need oxygen to survive? This is ridiculous. If we did a lot less breathing and a lot more kissing, most of the word would be happier. Road rage and stress would be a thing of the past.

My fingers fist in his shirt and I pull his mouth back to mind for another scorching kiss. His tongue duels with mine, sliding against it sensually and mimicking our intimate actions of last night. Ones that I’m more than eager to repeat once again, as soon as this woman hurries up and leaves. She would have to be the slowest eater in the world.

The jingle above the door has me groaning against Max’s lips in frustration. The next person who decides to walk through that friging door will be getting my foot up their ass if they don’t piss off.

I look up, about to death stare them straight back out the door but my breath hitches in my throat and my fingers tighten in Max’s shirt when I see who's standing there. I feel his body tense against mine and his arms stiffen around my waist. Obviously he’s seen her as well.

“Tess.”






TBC... i'm going to try and update SOV in the Alien Abyss sometime this week. But no promises.

[lizard_queen]

<nervous laugh>

He he, hi there. So, i've given up with this entire posting on mondays thing just for now. I tend to get distracted with real life instead at the moment, so its not exactly working out for me. School sucks and is making it increasinly hard for me to do anything productive.

Great update. But why didn't Liz see Max when he came in. Is there something wrong with her?

Um, yeah, the focus of that chapter wasn't exactly the fact that he was sneaking up on her to surprise her and she didnt feel him, like Ellie mentioned, but more the "AGH, Tess!" factor. But thanks for being so concerned. You people like to keep me on my toes, dont you?

Thanks for your fb everyone. Good to see some new faces, and old ones. (We LOVE you Fran).

Just a quick note: This chapter skips a bit of time because this fic is rather draging at the moment so i'm trying to spead it up. And we're about to get into the fun fluff. It only took me 29 chapters. Woo hoo.

Thanks so much to Kay for helping me with this. We LOVE you aswell.


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Chapter 28

~Max~</center>

Why does it seem as though every time I feel an ounce of happiness, destiny always has to come and stomp on that feeling of joy, followed by a small kick to the gut and then the final ceremonial spit before trampling off with its head held high, feeling all smug about itself?

“Um, hi.” Tess squeaks from the doorway of the Crashdown, wringing her fingers in front of her stomach and looking down at her feet with a small blush. She looks confused and nervous, but I’m not fooled. I set my jaw and tense my body. Just because she acts all innocent doesn’t mean she is. Tess is a master manipulator; just look at what happened with future Max?

Liz starts to move towards her but I grab hold of her wrists before she has the chance to get caught into the trap. She turns around to face me with a questioning glare and I plead her with my eyes not to go and talk to her, but I know its useless.

She gives a small sigh and walks back towards me. Just when I think that it worked and she wont go and talk to the blonde watching us curiously from the doorway, Liz stands in front of me and cups my cheeks with her soft, small hands. She leans up on her toes and places a lingering kiss against my lips, one which I try and return but she pulls away before I have the chance.

“I’ll be careful.” She whispers huskily in my ear. I try and grab hold of her arm again as she walks back over towards Tess but it doesn’t stop her. Liz just keeps walking until she's standing in front of her with a small smile.

“Hi Tess. What can I get you?” I hear Liz ask and I sink back against the stool behind me. Panic settles over my entire being, not just because Liz isn’t safe talking to Tess, but because I don’t feel safe without Liz here next to me.

I know its stupid. She's only standing a few feet away from me, but its too far away if something happens. Is it strange that I feel so empty when I’m not touching her? When he hand isn’t in mine I feel like half of me is completely missing. I feel uncovered, unsafe, like everyone can see right through me, like they can see what I really am.

I don’t feel like that when Liz is with me. When Liz is here, I feel safe, guarded, like I can do anything. I feel like I can protect her. I know that she's safe.

I swallow back the fear I have that something will happen in the time it takes for Tess to eat something and leave, and just wait with baited breath. I watch Liz direct Tess over towards the counter where I’m sitting and the fear comes back ten fold.

How is it possible that I’m so afraid of someone who can’t even remember who she is? It’s insane and crazy, yet I visibly flinch when her lost blue eyes look up briefly to meet mine.

Her eyes drift away from me and she looks around the restaurant, like it’s the first time she's ever been here before. And I guess that technically, for this Tess, it is the first time she's been here.

I talked to Kyle earlier and he told me that Tess hadn’t left her room for the last few days at all. Instead, she locked herself in there going through all of her stuff, trying to find out who she was. Thankfully, the before Tess was so cautious with all of the alien artefacts she had and information about us and where we came from that she hid them so well that no one but her could find them.

“The kitchens closed, but I can get you some pie or cake or something if you want.” Liz tells Tess with a half smile, trying to appear cheerful on the outside but I know that even she is a little freaked out about this. It just doesn’t seem right that she's here all by herself like this. Its kind of scary.

“Hey Liz, have you…” Maria starts, walking through the door that leads to the back room. She looks up half way through her sentence and notices Tess who is now seated over the other end of the counter from me. Her green eyes go wide and her mouth forms an ‘o’. Instead of stopping, she just keeps on walking, right around in one giant loop until she's safely back through the door to the back room and I’m still stuck out here with my enemy seated less than 3 metres away.


“Um, you know what, I-I think I’ll just go home or something. Thanks anyway.” Tess mumbles to herself, retreating so fast out the door that Liz has no chance to convince her to stay.

I let out a small sigh of relief at the fact that she's gone, but it doesn’t stop the guilt that weighs down on me. It must be hard for her, not really knowing who she is and what's happened in her life so far.

Even though I know she cant remember who she was and what she was, I cant get past the fact that she’s still Tess somewhere in there. The one who betrayed all of us and tried to take Liz and Alex away from us. She went into my head and tried to rape me of my thoughts and feelings.

How do you get past something like that?

Liz just looks over at me, her eyes a mixture of concern and guilt. She wants to help, but she doesn’t know how too.

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“Close your eyes.” I whisper huskily in her ear. We’re sitting out on Liz’s balcony in the freezing cold waiting to exchange Christmas presents. Candles surround us, bathing us in the flicker light and creating a romantic air.

This last week has sort of been a blur for me. Michael and I spent most of it trekking around Roswell trying to find a Christmas tree that fits in with the Christmas Nazi’s height and width measurements correctly. In the end we both gave up and used our powers so we could finally get some peace and quiet.

But tonight is special. Tonight is the first time in a week that Liz and I have had alone together, and what makes it even more special is that it’s Christmas Eve. Her parents have gone across town to a party, so we decided that now would be a perfect time to exchange gifts and spend some much needed time together.

“They are closed.” She says with a brilliant smile on her face. Her hands cover her eyes, but I can see her peeking through a gap that her fingers made.

“You’re not getting anything until you close your eyes.” I warn, but my voice comes out in a chuckle instead of sounding annoyed. Damn her.

“Fine.” She pouts, closing her eyes tightly and nibbling her lower lip in anticipation. I smile in triumph.

Liz’s silky dark hair hangs around her face like a curtain, the bottom falling over her shoulders elegantly. A thick quilt is wrapped around her small body to prevent the cold from seeping into her skin. She straddles my lap as I half lie, half sit against the lounge chair and reach into my pocket to pull out her present.

After an extremely long struggle I manage to get it out of my pocket without throwing Liz onto the floor from all the moving. I hope she likes it. I bought it and altered some parts so it fit perfectly with what I imagined the future me would have given her, but I’m really not that sure.

“Give me your hand.” I say softly, picking up her delicate hand and turning it palm up. My hand involuntarily shakes as I place the small black velvet box on her palm and wait with baited breath for her eyes to open and see it.

“Ok, o-open them.”

Slowly, her eyes flutter open and widen the instant they see the small box in her hand. I know that she knows only one thing is small enough to fit in a box like that. Her sparkling brown eyes look up to mine for permission and I give a small nod, biting my bottom lip and just waiting for her reaction.

Liz’s delicate hand reaches out and lifts the lid on the small box, revealing a sparkling gold ring laced a lone diamond placed in the centre. Its plain yet beautiful.

“W-what…” she stutters, looking at me in confusion. Her breathing speeds up her eyes flicker from the ring to me and back again. I can see her hand slowly start to shake.

“Its not what your thinking!” I blurt out, wanting to ease her frantic mind that I’m not proposing. I doubt either one of us is ready for that yet. I see her visibly relax from my reassurance, but the questions still in her gaze.

“Read the inside of it.” I coax. She cautiously lifts the ring out of the box and brings it closer until she can read the inside of it.

“I shall believe.” Liz whispers out softly, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.

“I-its not an engagement ring. I promise you that. But it matches Future Max’s wedding ring… so…” I stumble to explain. Now I feel like a loser. “You hate it don’t you? See, roses and chocolates I can do, but jewellery I suck at. I should have just asked Isabel to help me. I knew you would hate it and…”

She silences me with a sweet kiss on my lips, her tongue dipping in to taste the recess of my mouth and startle me out of my tendency to babble. When we part her brown eyes are staring straight at me, and I like what I see in them.

“Thank you.” Liz whispers, leaning in once more to caress my lips with her own.

“If that’s how you act when it’s just a present, I’d hate to see how you react when I actually do propose.” I mumble against her lips. She gives a small giggle and kisses me one more time. I open my eyes and look up to see the smiling face of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but her smile is a devious one and I instantly know she's up to something.

“What?” I stupidly ask.

“Its time for your present.” She replies with her head held high and proud.

“Um…” what am I supposed to say now? I don’t know what it is yet. “Ok?”

“What's the one thing you’ve always wanted?” She asks me, snuggling up closer to my body when a breeze of cool air blows across the balcony. She rests her head against my chest and wraps the blanket tightly around both our bodies.

I feel the heat radiating off her and I’m completely stumped as to how she can be cold right now. My hand automatically comes up to thread through her silky hair, my free hand reaching down to entwine our fingers together.

“You.” I shrug indifferently, not seeing the point of this. “But I already have you, so I don’t want anything else.”

A small blush lights her features and she gives me a gentle poke in the ribs. “Think harder. What's the one thing you always told me you wanted to be, ever since you found out who you are?”

“Human.”

The word tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it and I look away into the darkness so she can’t see the guilt on my face. Even after all this time, even after everything that’s happened…

“Hey,” Liz’s soft hand reaches up and turns my face back to face her. “Its okay, because I have some good news.” She pauses for dramatic effect, the corner of her mouth lifting up into a soft smile. “I’m only 10% human.”

Huh? How the hell does that work?

Liz obviously notices that I don’t follow. She lets out a small sigh, her smile getting bigger. “Don’t you ever listen in biology? We’re technically only 10%, because we’re 90% bacteria. So, if your half human and half alien, that means that your 40% more human than everyone else.”

She beams confidently at me, feeling all too ecstatic that she managed to give me both of things I’ve ever wanted. I can’t help but smile at how proud she is that she solved the dilemma, even though me being 50% human may not be genetically correct. And it’s not my fault I don’t pay attention in class. Its merely that I find other things more interesting. For example, watching the beauty that happens to be my lab partner.

“But that’s not your real present.” She continues. I raise one eyebrow at her. Liz suddenly becomes quiet, her smile fading, replaced with nervous eye and she starts nibbling on her lower lip.

“I want to show you something Max. B-but I need you to c-connect with me.” Liz says it like she's afraid I won’t want to, like she thinks I don’t love seeing all of her fantasies and thoughts. We’ve only ever really connected once. The rest of the time, the other flashes were just heat of the moment things.

I give a small nod and raise both of my hands, resting them on either side of her face like I did that night in the Crashdown after I had healed her. They burry in her soft hair, the silky texture caressing my skin.

“I hope this works.” She whispers into the night air when I slowly start to rub her temples, concentrating hard on getting into her mind. It doesn’t take long before the flashes engulf me…


TBC...meh

[lizard_queen]

Wow, you people always seem to be surprising me with your fb. The cliffhangers that i expect you to absolutely hate you just ignore and focus on the other parts. In this instance, its the flash. I never knew that you would all care about what it is so much.

On the bright side, your not predictable. Its interesting. Nice work. You all get 5 gold stars, and possibly a spatula.

But, because i feel like being an evil b***h, you dont get to find out what he saw until the next chapter! Na na na na, na!

Hurry back with the flash and what happens next. Oh and I think some Max and Liz nookie or at the very least serious makeout session is inorder to make up for leaving us all hanging over that cliff. Pretty please

You ask and you shall recieve. Eh, just not the flashes. I have to keep some of you guessing.

Thank you all so much for your astounding fb. Its great to know that people are reading this and not hating my incredibly slow and boring writing.



<center>Chapter 29

~Liz~</center>


“Wow.” Max breathes when we slowly pull away, the connection severed and the flashes shown. His glassy eyes turn to me, wide and brimming with emotion. But at the forefront is love. His love for me shining through his tawny orbs.

“D-did you like it?” I whisper nervously out into the air and bite my bottom lip in anticipation. I hope he liked it. I was so stumped as to what to get him for Christmas. What do you get the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world when they really don’t want anything but you?

His answer is simple. He leans forward and fuses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue melts with mine; powerfully making love to my mouth and igniting the flame in my stomach that makes me yearn for him, desire him like nothing else.

“Max…” I sigh breathlessly when he pulls away. My eyes are closed and my mouth is open, too stunned, numb from his touch to do anything but just sit here.

“I love you Liz. More than I ever thought it was possible. You’re amazing.” He vows, lifting up a gentle hand to cup my cheek. His lips once again caress mine, this time softly for a short but sweet kiss. A smile touches my lips, reflecting his own lopsided grin.

“I love you to.” I whisper back, my voice sultry from our close proximity.

“Thank you.” He makes my heart melt. The sincerity in his husky voice and the love in his eyes makes my entire body melt into a puddle.

I reply in the only way I know how. I lean forward and softly kiss the corners of his mouth, my hands resting on his shoulders to steady myself. His arms wrap around my waist and he tries to turn his face and join our lips, but I doge out of the way and go back to kissing the sides of his mouth.

“Liz…” he groans from my teasing, his hands reaching up to hold my face still. I smile innocently at him as he leans in and kisses me breathless, plunging his tongue into my mouth and pulling my body tighter against his own.

It’s amazing that with one kiss I feel as though I’m drugged up and completely stupid. Its also amazing how, with the exact same kiss, I can want him so much. Judging by the bludge in his lap, he wants me just as much.

I pull away from his lips for air, but he keeps going, trailing heated kisses down my jaw and neck until he’s suckling on the skin just above the v-neck of my shirt. One of his arms wraps around my back to hold me steady, and the other comes up and softly caresses my breast over my clothing.

“God, Max…” I moan and arch further into his touch.

Overcome by the desire to be so close to him that I can no longer tell where I end and he begins. I start to trail my hand down his strong chest, undoing the button on his shirt as I go. Smiling to myself, both from the feelings his tongue is evoking on my skin and the knowledge that I successfully managed to undo his shirt with only one hand, since the other is busy buried in his thick hair, I continue with my free hands journey south.

“Liz, wait…” Max breathes against my skin, removing his mouth from my chest and sealing his lips to mine one more. God I love this man.

“What time will your parents be home?” he pants out against my lips, his hands continuously caressing my chest and causing the moan lodged in my throat to bubble forth when he pinches my nipple lightly.

“Agh, late.” I groan when the ache within me becomes too much and I start to rock my hips against his erection. “Max, I want…”

He silences me with a swift kiss that makes me growl in frustration. “I know.” He agrees, obviously sharing my pain. I hope he’s also feeling the torture he’s putting me under. Bastard.

“Come on.” He says, and before I know what's we’re doing, I’m lifted into his strong arms and we carries me through my window. I’m placed down onto my bed softly, with Max following me straight away, his strong body stretching out over the top of mine and making the heat in my lower stomach go up a few degrees.

Our mouths sought out each other, coming together for an explosive kiss that makes our race to remove all our clothing that much faster. Before I know it I’m laying naked on my bed, with an equally naked Max Evans kissing every part of my body that he can find.

“Max!” I yelp in surprise when his hand brushes through my curls and slides in between my lower lips. He lifts his mouth away from my breast that he was currently wreaking havoc on to send me a dazzlingly sexy smirk.

His fingers tease me, his eyes searching mine for permission that I grant eagerly. His head dips back down, sucking my hard peak into his mouth and lathering it with his tongue as his fingers work like magic on my lower regions.

I feel the climbing sensation, building up steadily and quickly, and he knows it. He moves up my body and kisses me with everything he has, his finger still touching my most intimate parts, and then I explode.

“Max…” I moan out softly, rendered breathless and mute from the amazingly intense sensations coursing through my body. I close my eyes and throw my head back in satisfaction, a contentment floating over me that I haven’t ever felt before.

Before I can completely come down from my high, his lips slant over mine and his tongue caresses the insides of my mouth. His taste is addictive, so addictive I think I may just explode all over again.

I reach my hand out over to my bedside table and fumble around, trying to find the handle on the draw and prevent Max’s erotic kisses from ending. Finally, I find the handle and pull the draw out, moving my hand around inside until my fingers brush over exactly what I want. I pull the foil wrapper out of the draw and slam it shut.

His lips move down my jaw and to the back of my ear, nibbling on my sensitive flesh. The head of his erection brushes against my centre and I arch into him, desperate to do something about the ache inside of my lower stomach. I fumble with the small package, and finally manage to rip it open.

“God, I want you.” Max mumbles huskily in my ear, his hot breath skimming over my burning flesh. My only response is a whimpering moan when he takes the condom out of my hand.

“Yes…”

I feel his latex covered cock tease my opening and I groan in frustration. He moves firmly on top of me, both of his arms positioned next to my shoulders for support. My sensitive nipples brushes his hard chest and this time its Max that moans.

Not in the mood for any more games, I run my hands down his chiselled form, marvelling at how perfect his body is. I feel like the luckiest human alive right now. My hands situate themselves at the small of his back and I apply pressure, pushing his hips towards mine as I arch up into him, joining our bodies together in an intimate embrace.

Max hisses against my ear as he’s enclosed with my slick walls, both of us taking a moment to revel in the feeling of our bodies joined like this. Slowly, when my breathing calms down and my heart stops pounding against my rib cage, I rock my hips and we move together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

His hands roam over my body, his heated kisses skimming my boiling body and stoking the building fire inside of me. My nails dig into his strong shoulders and back, pushing his cock further into me with every thrust. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, drowning out my heavy breath that’s coming out in laboured pants.

“Max…” I sigh when his lips come up to join mine and swallow my moans of approval. His amber eyes sparkle down at me beneath hooded lids, his breathing harsh and his touch corporeal. I feel my orgasm building up, winding up so tightly I think I’m going to pass out from the feelings his thick length is provoking inside of me.

I call out his name in ecstasy, his voice calling my own echoing off the walls and mixing with the air. Stars fly at me behind my eyes as I arch up into his strong body, the feelings encompassing my body and the pleasure surging through all my nerves to my fingertips and toes.

We both collapse onto the mattress, breathless and sweaty, yet that doesn’t prevent the satisfied smile from floating across our features.

Max Evans and I just made love.

Again.

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

Max’s hand grips mine tighter as we walk up the driveway to his house. From the sounds of loud music and laughter coming from inside, we can both tell that our romantic New Years Eve together has been cut short.

I spent most of the night at the Crashdown, helping my dad like I do every year with the New Years Eve party for the local retirement home, and to my surprise, Max helped as well. Its not that I doubted he wouldn’t offer to help, but I figured he would rather be doing something else with Isabel or Michael instead of watching me wait tables to the elderly. Luckily for me, my father didn’t ask any questions and reluctantly agreed when I fluttered my eyelashes at him innocently and asked if I could leave early.

But I can already see from the disappointment in Max’s eyes and the tightness of his grip that this wasn’t how he planned our evening to end. The Crashdown had been so busy all week due to the holidays that we’ve hardly had anytime together, and tonight was just supposed to be us and a romantic evening. I guess now we have to revise those plans.

“I’m going to kill her.” Max growls when we walk in through the open front door to find his house packed with kids from school. Some are dancing, some are making out. Others are jumping up and down on the lounge and some more are sitting on the floor playing spin the bottle.

I wince when I hear the sound of a glass smashing on the kitchen floor.

“Max, just calm down okay.” I say when I notice how red his face is getting. Isabel better run, otherwise she may just find herself being blasted by a pissed off alien.

“My parents are going to kill us.” He cries in distress, shutting his eyes to block out the destruction surrounding him. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just meant to be you and I, no one else.”

“I know.” I say absently when I see Isabel walk in from the kitchen with some guy from school. Max notices my tone and opens his eyes, following my gaze. I feel his entire body tense next to me.

“Max,” I say gently, getting his attention back to me for a brief second to clam him down. Now is not a good time for him to go and scream at his sister. “Its not the end of the world, okay? She probably just wants to have some fun and I can understand why. We all need to let loose for a night.”

He grumbles something along the lines of ‘evil bitch’ under his breath, but I shrug it off, knowing that it’s not directed at me but as his sister. I move my hand up and cup his cheek, turning his wayward gaze back to mine and holding it there.

“It’s a party. Go and have some fun. Dance like a crazy man to the pathetically bad music or something. And maybe, if your lucky, I’ll even dance with you later.” I say seductively. He smiles down at me adoringly when I give a small wink.

I lean up on to my toes and place a gentle kiss against his pursed lips. “The nights not over yet.” I whisper in his ear, my words full of promise for the New Year.



TBC...

[lizard_queen]

Thanks for the fb guys.



<center>Chapter 30

~Max~</center>


“I think it’s officially over between us Maxwell.” Michael admits solemnly to his glass of cherry cola. The same glass that he’s been drowning his sorrows in for the past half hour.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I mock gasp.

He looks over and shoots me with a glare that could turn the dead. My mouth is immediately snapped shut and I go back into attentive friend mode, but I’m not entirely paying attention.

My mind keeps flashing back to the things Liz showed me at Christmas; his past life, our past life. It was amazing. I saw the things they lived through, starting from the sorrow and pain of Alex’s death, the heartache of our senior year at high school, and our life after leaving Roswell. I saw my son as a young man, and I saw my amazing life with Liz.

The second future Max was lucky enough to give Liz the memories of his life, ones which she though belonged with me, ones which she wanted me to have. I guess I always had doubts about how compatible our lives were. I knew that someday, I would be forced to give up the love of my life, just so she could have a better one. But seeing those things that he lived through, seeing the life Liz I can have together… it’s amazing.

He gave them to her as a safety measure, to make sure that none of it ever happened again. To make sure hat if it did, we know how to stop it. But Liz gave them to me because she wanted me to see what past life I lived. She wanted me to realise that we can be happy together, and that she loves me no matter what.

“Maria hates me.” Michael sighs and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, snapping me out of my reverie. I notice the propinquity of our bodies and shift away slightly. A little too close for comfort if you ask me.

“She doesn’t hate you Michael.” I try and reason, even though from the way she was glaring at him before, it kind of looked like she did. But then again, that’s just the way Michael and Maria communicate. Instead of love struck glances, they send each other death glares.

“Want to make a bet? She’s wishing that I’m in the next UFO crash, and that I don’t make it out alive this time.”

I look at him incredulously. “I think you’re over exaggerating just a bit here…”

“She said, and I quote, ‘Michael, next time there’s a UFO crash, make sure you’re in it and you don’t survive.’”

He looks down into his hands with a small sigh and I know just how hard those words really hit him. He may not show it or admit it openly, but Michael loves Maria just as much as I love Liz. He just has a different way of showing it. Where as I prefer the romantic, woo them off their feet approach, he prefers to argue with them so much that the only way to shut them up is by making out.

I say whatever works…

“I don’t see why she's so upset about the Courtney thing still. It was months ago. Its not like we did anything anyway.” He tries to defend himself, but I can tell by the sadness in his eyes that he isn’t even convincing himself.

“Michael, you had your tongue down her throat.” I point out gently.

“But we weren’t together at the time! How can I cheat on someone if we’re not even going out?” I can see his anger bubbling forth. His hand clenches the glass his holding so tight that if he doesn’t let go it’ll break.

“Look, I know it doesn’t make any sense to you, but she loves you Michael. Why do you think she's still pissed off at you?” I reach over and take the glass out of his hand before he makes himself bleed. “Because she loves you and she angry because she feels betrayed. She thinks that it was so easy for you to move on; therefore you must not have had very strong feelings about her. You have to show her that you still care.”

“First of all, Courtney was the enemy, she was a skin. I was just trying to infiltrate her operation, so to speak...”

Yeah right, keep telling yourself that.

“Second of all, I cant do all that cheesy romantic shit you do Maxwell. It doesn’t work for me. She’ll see right through it.”

“Michael, you don’t have to do ‘cheesy romantic shit’. Just do something nice for her. Take her to the movies or something, I don’t know. Just show some sort of interest in her before you loose her.”

We sit in silence as he contemplates my words. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how much and he and Maria miss each other. They’re constantly glancing at each other when they think no ones looking, the longing evident in both their eyes. It makes me happy that I don’t have to go through that any more. I have the girl of my dreams and I’m never letting her go again.

My eyes drift around the room, the music fading into background noise when they land on the most beautiful girl in the room dancing with Maria. Her long dark hair sways with her body, and her smile explodes the room, lighting up everything and everyone around her. She turns around when she feels my eyes on her and gives me the most heart-melting smile I have ever seen.

I’m perfectly content to just sit here and watch her sensual movements, until something catches my eye in the corner. Adam Jennings is standing comfortably against the wall, his eyes raking up and down my girlfriends body like she's a piece of meat. I clench my fists and tighten my jaw, trying to remain calm and not punch him in the nose.

It’s not exactly news that Liz and I are dating once again. I’m pretty sure that most people in Roswell are aware that we’re back together, but apparently Adam didn’t get the memo. Unless he did and still he thinks he has a chance with her. I see his tongue come out to moisten his lips, and his hand reaches down to adjust his groin, all the while his blue eyes never once leave Liz.

I muster up all the control I can get and walk in a determined line towards Liz, keeping myself in check so I don’t veer off course and kick Adam’s ass. I reach her in a few quick strides, and she turns around in surprise when I put my hands around her hips and whisper huskily in her ear.

“You promised me a dance.”



Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up
now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
and deep
as the sea
but right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives.



Liz eagerly melts into my embrace, her arms wrapping around my neck as the song ends and a new one begins. We sway softly the tune, the singer’s husky voice melting over us like butter. Her body presses tightly against mine, one of her small hands resting gently over my heart.



Remember when we first met
and everything was still a bet
in love's game
you would call; I'd call you back
and then I'd leave
a message
on your answering
machine

I glance over behind us to find Adam with his brow drawn together in confusion. Maybe he didn’t realise that we’re back together. Oh well, only one way for him to really get the message.

I wrap my arms tighter around Liz’s small frame and bring her attention to me. I lean down slowly just as she leans up, our lips joining is slow motion. The sparks fly and I can feel the electricity surging through my veins like it always does when we kiss.



But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives

Freedom
run away tonight
freedom, freedom
run away
run away tonight




I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck on it gently, delighting in the small moans she makes. Our tongues duel and lips caress, my message to Adam long forgotten as we drown ourselves in each other, forgetting everyone and everything around us.




We're made out of blood and rust
looking for someone to trust
without
a fight
I think that you came too soon
you're the honey and the moon
that lights
up my night


But right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish that I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives


We pull apart for air and the first thing I notice is the way her chest is heaving up and down as Liz tried to suck in some air. The sight of her breasts going up and down and her small amount of cleavage giving me a tantalising view of her black lace bra is enough to make me loose complete control.



Freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight

we got too much time to kill
like pigeons on my windowsill
we hang around

I pull her soft lips to mine once again, one hand buried in her hair and the other wrapped around her back to stop her from getting too far away from me. Her delicate hands move up over my chest and back, going down low enough to dip under the hem of my shirt.

“Liz…” I hiss at the first touch of her cold hands on my heated skin. This is too much for me. I need to get her alone, and it needs to be now.


Ever since I've been with you
you hold me up
all the time I'm falling down

But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
i wish i could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives


Without a second thought, I grab Liz’s hand in mine and drag us both out of the lounge room which is the current dance floor, past the people raiding my fridge and down the corridor until we reach my room. As soon as we’re inside I have her pinned up against the wall, our mouths fused together and our hands working frantically to remove the barriers of clothing between us.



freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight


I latch my mouth onto her milky neck and suck on her delicate sweet skin, my hand reaching up behind her body to seal the lock my door. I’m not taking any chances of anyone interrupting us tonight.

It was supposed to be a romantic night between the two of us. Isabel said that she was going over to Alex’s to watch a movie with Michael and Maria, but obviously those plans got changed. Right now, all thoughts of revenge on Isabel go out the window when Liz dips her hand into my boxers and gives my erection a small squeeze.

I gasp from the feeling and she gently strokes my length and kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth for a passionate kiss.

Liz’s long legs wrap around my middle and we stumble back together towards my bed. When the back of my knees hit the mattress we fall onto the covers with a soft thud. Our lips once again resume kissing and caressing each other and my hands fall to the only scraps of clothing left between us.

Somehow I managed to get completely naked before we hit the bed, yet Liz managed to retain her black lace bra and underwear. As mouth watering at she looks in the sexy lingerie, she looks a lot better without it on.

I’m aware that right now I’m turning into the typical horny teenage boy, but you would too if you were me right now. I love Liz, and I want to make love to her for the rest of my life. Besides, she doesn’t seem to be complaining.

With her legs still wrapped around my middle, Liz sits up so she's straddling my lap. A wicked smile touches her lips and she grides her lower body against mine. I groan out loud and reach up to remove her underwear, but her hands grab my wrists and put them up over my head.

She leans down so her lips are less than an inch away from mine, her covered breasts rubbing torturously against my naked chest. I can feel her hard nipples pushing against the lace of her bra, but I let her be in control, willing to see how far she wants to take this.

“Stay here.” She murmurs seductively, nipping at my lips before climbing off my bed and sauntering over to my closet.

“Uh, Liz? What are you doing?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows so I can watch her curiously.

“Looking for a tie.” She says absently, swinging open my closet doors.

“Dare I ask why?”

“Ah huh!” She exclaims when she finds a black tie. She pulls it off the rack in the closet and shuts the doors, turning back around to me with a gleam in her eye. “You’ll see.”

She crawls back onto the bed, once again positioning herself so she's straddling my waist. I itch to have her lower with my throbbing member buried deep inside her, but I’m curious to see what exactly she has planned.

Her soft hands once again wrap around my wrists and bring them up above my head. She picks the tie up from its place beside us and ties it to the headboard of my bed. It suddenly dawns on me what she's going to do, but before I have time to protest, her lips are against mine and all coherent thought is out the window.

“Do you trust me?” Liz whispers in my ear, her hot breathe grazing my flustered skin.

“Yes.” I answer without reservation. I trust her with my life.

I feel the silky material of the tie as its wrapped around my wrists, securing them above my head tightly.

“Then just feel.” She says, kissing me deeply once more, but pulls back to add quickly, “And no cheating with your powers.”


TBC.... Joseph Arthur - Honey And The Moon