Roswell Fanatics

~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
Wow... what perfect eyes she has. She stares into mine, and I can't help but think that I want to swim in her eyes. And then she puts her hand on my shoulder, with the softest touch. I can't help but swallow... mmm....
She sways against me in a code that says she wants more. Oh yes... absolutely.

I gently put my hands on her hip, and sway with her. God this feels so good... I let my thumb carress her hip gently, hoping she can feel it gooood through her sexy clothes.

~Isabel~

“ I love you, Isabel Evans. There isn’t anything about you that doesn’t interest or amaze me.” I sigh in contentment, oh I didn't know a man could be so amazingly sweet.“You don’t know what you do to me.” Alex says breathlessly and all I can do is moan my agreement, the kisses Alex is placing on my boby have me feeling like Im on fire.

I let out breathless pants and close my eyes to savour the sensation of being in this wonderful man's arms. I open my eyes and look straight into Alex's eyes, so deep I could fall into them. Running my hands up from his elbows, over his shoulders and up his neck, I cup his cheeks. Leaning up I place tiny whispers of kisses on his chin, lips, nose, forehead, any expanse of skin the is there gets tiny kisses.

I can't imagine ever loving anyone as much as I love Alex in the moment, my future husband but more than that my loving Alex.

*Maria*

The handsome stranger flashes me a surprised but pleased smile as he stammers, "Oh of course," He pulls out what appears to be a business card out of his pocket and retrieves a pen from his pocket. I admire his thoughtfulness. The dark eyed man before me who remains a mystery scribbles off a number before meeting my gaze. "I would love to do this again also, I had a wonderful time, dancing and talking with you. It was a pleasure.”

I grin in return and am about to comment further when Bob (The Bodyguard) clears his throat not o subtly. How is an international superstar supposed to have a love life with all these interruptions? I smile apologetically before allowing myself to be ushered away by Bob and the rest of security detail. “Was that entirely necessary?” I frown at the man who has protected me for years. “Yes, it was and when the papers come out tomorrow you’ll know why.”

I don’t like the sound of that. Bob’s ominous warning leaves me a bit frazzled. I ponder over it while I am quite literally shoved into a limo. The vehicle speeds away from the club and it is then that I realize I didn’t even get a chance to tell Tess goodbye. I throw my hands up in exasperation and yell at no one in particular, “You see this is why I don’t have many friends!” The limo driver remains silent which assures me that he’s smarter then I give him credit for.

Sighing in defeat I allow myself to be driven back to my cold lonely trailer. My shooting schedule is rather hectic I should get some sleep. Thoughts of the sweet man I encountered to night prove to keep me awake a lot longer then I intended. How is it that he captivates me so? Perhaps it’s because I only got a glimpse of who he truly is? Our brief but meaningful exchange followed by my forced hasty departure has left him a sort of Enigma to me.

Yes, that’s it. He only interests me ,because I don’t quite understand him. Well, I’ll see to changing that. First thing tomorrow I’ll call him up and invite him out for coffee. That’s what regular girls do right? Ugh, I need to catch up on my ‘Sex and the City’ episodes. It seems I’ve lost touch of the rules of dating. I haven’t went out with a ‘normal’ person is so long I’ve forgotten how to. Now that’s rather sad. Don’t ya think?

*Max*

“Wow...." Pops up on my screen and I fear I may have revealed too much too soon. She eases those anxieties by typing, "Thats hard... poor her. And good on you for being the perfect gentleman. She must be a fool to let you go.” In all honesty she was and still is better off without me. In fact it was after she left me that I got the courage to go after the profession that I currently obtain. I considered taking her back when she returned but she had assumed I would give up my escorting position.

I will retire someday for the right woman, but I knew the moment she mentioned it that she was not that lady. "Well you did the right thing.... and I have to say I'm glad to hear that you aren't married " That’s certainly a relief. You wouldn’t believe how many women actually get turned on by the thought of dating a married man. Seriously, it’s my job to know these things and the statistics are baffling. Personally, I don’t understand it.

Why would you ever want to be with someone who is committed to someone else? It’s masochistic. "Well since you told me... I'm not married and no children. And to be honest... I kinda haven't had a long term serious relationship. Or at least I don't think so. I was going out with my best friend's cousin for several months... but he wasn't a serious type of guy. Lets just say he's doing time now for something he did do!" That’s surprising. I never thought Gidge would be into a bad boy.

Just goes to show that I in fact do not know everything. Shh. If you don‘t tell neither will I.. “Just out of curiosity… what did he do?” I find myself asking.

*Alex*

She opens her lovely dark eyes and gazes up at me as if I am her whole world. Wow, it’s a wondrous feeling. Being cared for so deeply. I never imagined I could be loved in such a way. Isabel has a way of amazing me with everything that she says and does. I feel as if her being with me is a miracle I got away with. Like I was never meant to find this precious angel but it was a tiny blip God was willing to overlook. I know there’s nothing in this life that I have ever done to deserve such complete happiness.

My everything runs her hands up from my elbows to my shoulders and up my neck until they reach their destination. My cheeks. Raising up she places feather light kisses on my chin, nose, and forehead and continues to grant attention to every place possible. My grip on her tightens as I feel a protective urge flow through my body. I wish I could shield her from anything negative and only allow the good to ever grace her magnificent presence. “Isabel.” I moan breathlessly. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.” I admit while reveling in the sensations her gentle touch is causing.

"I need to make you mine."

~~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
“Just out of curiosity… what did he do?”

Oh dear...thats all he can say? I swallow as I type. "Actually its more like how many things did he do... um... he was found in the local high school at night... dealing and taking drugs." I sigh. "I had no idea... he always seemed so nice to me..."

Great now he's gonna think I'm stupid. "Betchya think I'm a right airhead now... I didn't know my boyfriend was a drug dealer... who had done dispicable things to get the drugs apparantly that I don't even want to mention..." I shake slightly. "I'm a fool, I know."

*Max*

There is a slight pause before she responds. "Actually its more like how many things did he do... um... he was found in the local high school at night... dealing and taking drugs.” She wait’s a moment and I can almost picture her tapping her long elegant fingers across her luscious lips in contemplation. "I had no idea... he always seemed so nice to me..." They usually do. Poor Gidge. She deserves so much better. I’m glad they put that jerk away. If I was with her I’d never…

Wow, where did that come from? "Betchya think I'm a right airhead now... I didn't know my boyfriend was a drug dealer... who had done despicable things to get the drugs apparently that I don't even want to mention..." I can almost hear the self deprecation in her tone. "I'm a fool, I know." Wanting to assure her I quickly write back. “I don’t think you’re a fool. I think you’re an intelligent woman who just got caught up in a messed up situation. It happens to the best of us.”

I stop feeling a bit of protectiveness over a woman I’ve never met. “Don’t ever let me hear you call yourself an airhead. No man should ever make you feel less then what you are. Which is nothing short of wonderful.” I finish feeling a bit foolish myself. Now she thinks I'm gay. Great.

~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
“I don’t think you’re a fool. I think you’re an intelligent woman who just got caught up in a messed up situation. It happens to the best of us.”
Hmmm... well I think I'm a fool. I mean... it must have been so obvious and I never even noticed.

"Don’t ever let me hear you call yourself an airhead. No man should ever make you feel less then what you are. Which is nothing short of wonderful.”

A grin breaks out on my face. That had got to be the sweetest thing he'd ever said to me. And I thought it was incredible. Quickly I bring up a word document and copy what he said into it, so I can read it again and again later. I bite my lip as I turn back to the conversation.

"Well...thats sweet of you.... but I don't really think thats true." I say. "But I don't want you to think I'm someone who fishes for compliments, so I'm going to change the subject." I add, as I think what to change the subject to.

"So..." I say, running out of things to say. Its just then however that the guy next door starts playing VERY loud music. I growl as I type, "Don't you HATE noisy neighbours... I swear the guy next door is constantly playing heavy metal music louder than a club would!"

*Max*

It takes her a minute to respond but I don‘t mind the wait. She‘s well worth it. "Well...that’s sweet of you.... but I don't really think that’s true.” How can she not? It amazes me how someone so magnificent doesn’t even notice her talent. "But I don't want you to think I'm someone who fishes for compliments, so I'm going to change the subject." Wow, I thought that kind of modesty was long since past. Course with the women I work with everyday I should know better.

Some of the most beautiful and successful women are completely insecure in relationships. That amazes me to no end. "So " She trails off searching for a suitable topic. I’ve noticed every time we seem to get close she moves away. Is that something she does without even realizing it? “Don't you HATE noisy neighbors... I swear the guy next door is constantly playing heavy metal music louder than a club would!" I chuckle whole heartedly at that.

“LOL. I completely understand. My roommate in college used to blare Metallica at three o ‘clock. He swore up and down it helped him study.” I reveal unable to stop laughing once I started. “He failed out sophomore year. Apparently his heavy metal theory faltered when he needed it the most.”

~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
“LOL. I completely understand. My roommate in college used to blare Metallica at three o ‘clock. He swore up and down it helped him study.”
Oh dear me... but hey! He went to college! Another fifty points... even though he's got like infinite points anyway...

“He failed out sophomore year. Apparently his heavy metal theory faltered when he needed it the most.”
Oh dear. Whoops. "Ah! Poor guy..." I type back. "But now he's DEFINITELY a fool!!!" I say smile. "College huh? College is great isn't it!" I reply happily. "Of course thats when I met Sean but....meh.... onwards and upwards..."

I bite my lip before saying, "So what type of music do you like?" I ask. "I'm guessing your not too keen on Metallica" I say giggling.