Author: Flora (Temptress)
Rating: Adult
Catagory: Max and Liz
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell and unfortunately I do not own Jason Behr.
Summary: Takes place after the prom episode "Heart of Mine". A birthday party for Tess is being arranged and Liz is a reluctant participant. What happens when old urges take control and denying what you want is no longer an option? All couples are CC.
This is promising to be, ahem, very adult oriented. I haven't forgotten about my other fic "Fates Intervention" I just happen to have a very dirty mind and it has a current obsession with the Max/Liz relationship.
My friends knew i wouldn't last very long.
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“Maria! Stop! I don’t want to go.” Liz Parker jumped off her bed in exasperation at her best friend. She started to absentmindedly pace the distance in front of the bed and pick up objects off her dresser before putting them back down again.
Maria Deluca watched her in sad amusement from her cross legged position on Liz’s bed before tilting her head and resting it in one of her hands. “And why not Liz? Oh wait, let me guess it wouldn’t have anything to do perhaps with a certain alien king would it?” Maria sighed as Liz gave her a look that could kill.
“Maria, why the hell would I want to go to a party that is in honor of Tess? I mean it’s not like we even know when her real birthday is. Or any of them for that matter.” She said, muttering the last part to herself as she gazed at the framed photograph in her hands.
Liz frowned as she put the picture of the whole group that had been taken the night of the prom, back on her dresser. She had been right. That night was the last time they had all been happy together. Or rather it was the last time her and Max had been happy together……if only for a little while. Then she had run into something she had hoped never to see again. Max kissing Tess. His hand tenderly holding her cheek as Liz watched through tear filled eyes.
Wasn’t this what she had wanted? Wasn’t this what she had sacrificed so much for? Then why did it still hurt so goddamn much?
Because even though you know what you did for Future Max was for the best it still tears you to pieces when you have to look at Tess and Max spending any amount of time together. Because no matter how much you talked about not being able to ‘breathe’ with all of the alien fiascos going on, it took you all of one day to figure out that without Max you might as well be hooked up to a permanent oxygen tank.
“Oh shutup.” She said aloud to herself, startling Maria who had been in the middle of a ramble.
Maria’s eyes went wide and her back went ramrod straight as she gave Liz an indignant look. “Well excuse me Miss-I-need-to-get-me-a-little. Seriously, pat the dust off of little Lizzie and relieve some of that god awful tension.” Maria hopped off the bed with a huff not bothering to notice Liz’s eye roll, “I was just trying to get you to have a little fun. Maybe get you to act you know HUMAN and stop walking around with that defeated look on your-.”
Liz quickly put her hands on Maria’s shoulders and sat her back down on the bed. “Maria, I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to myself. Which, now that I think about it, doesn’t sound any better.” Liz heaved a huge sigh and flopped herself on her bed. “Oh Ria. I just want to be happy and I don’t think I ever will be anymore. You have no idea how hard it is to look at Max’s face everyday and know and….and see….”
Maria’s face dropped a little at her friends tone as she lay down next to her on the bed, her head leaning on hers. “I know Liz. I know.” Maria reached for Liz’s hand and squeezed it once. “Why don’t you just go to the party? Wait,” She said when Liz started to protest again, “I know all of your reasons for not wanting to go and I understand all of them. Max doesn’t know you didn’t sleep with Kyle yada, yada. He’ll only give you those puppy dog eyes filled with hurt yada, yada. Tess is a fugly whore yada, yada.”
“Maria!” Liz exclaimed as she began to giggle. “That’s not nice.”
“The truth never is babe.” Maria smirked at Liz before her face turned stern. “Seriously Liz, we need to have a little fun. You don’t have to even look at them for more than thirty seconds. Enough time to say hello and have a nice night. I mean, Liz, the party is going to be downstairs at the Crashdown. How are you going to just sit here while you hear the party going on?”
Liz sighed again, “Who’s dumb idea was this again?”
“You mean who decided to give the fugly whore an identity?” Maria shrugged her shoulders at Liz’s snort of laughter, “Kyle and Mr. Valenti. They wanted to make her feel like more of a part of the family.”
“And me just handing her a boyfriend probably made her feel right at home.” Liz said dejectedly.
Maria squeezed her friend close to her, “Liz, don’t worry about them. Me and you will have a grand ol’ time. Me, you and Alex. Just like old times. Besides, Tess and Max aren’t a couple as far as I’ve heard. Max will probably try to avoid her as much as possible. So you won’t have to do anything but have oodles of teenage fun minus the angst.”
Liz started to shake her head no once again. Maria had no clue as to the feelings that were coursing through Liz on a daily basis. And she didn’t mean the depression over Max.
It was more like her obsession with Max’s body.
Her dreams had gotten a bit more….colorful as of late. It was the same feeling she had gotten around the time her flashes started to get more intense and the location of the orb had been revealed. But how do you explain to your best friend that you were horny beyond belief and didn’t know what to do about it?
Liz groaned inwardly as she put both of her hands over her face. If she saw Max up close and personal she didn’t know what she was going to do. It was easy enough to avoid him in school and, while it was difficult, even in class. Max just assumed she was steering clear of him as had been her thing these past couple of months. Except, ever since prom, he was finally letting her go. He was letting her avoid him. Before, he would do everything in his power to talk to her even if it was to ask for a pencil because in his heart of hearts he somehow knew she hadn’t slept with Kyle. And that had let her sleep at night, knowing he still loved her. Knowing that while the fate of the planet might be in her hands she had done everything she could and it wasn’t her fault that Max couldn’t get over her.
But now…….now he was letting her go. And her body craved him more than she ever had before. She didn’t know why she was even arguing with Maria. She was going to go. Knowing Max was downstairs would have proven too much of a temptation. Just seeing him made her feel better. But seeing him with Tess was going to break her heart…..
“ARGGGGG.” Liz screamed making Maria jump in surprise.
“LIZ! What!?!” Maria exclaimed.
Liz pushed herself up off the bed and slammed her closet door open. “Nothing Maria. Now are you going to help me pick out an outfit for the party or are you just going to sit there staring at me with your mouth open?”
Maria squealed with glee and quickly joined her friend at the closet door, “Now, to pick out the best, sexy, non-slutty, knock out Max’s eyeballs outfit we can find.” As Maria pushed various pieces of clothing to the side, she finally raised her eyebrows and looked towards Liz, “We may have to go to the mall.”
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Max Evans lay in his bed with his arms behind his head and his headphones at full blast. The strains of “Weak and Powerless” by A Perfect Circle vibrated through his skull and he wondered why he insisted on depressing himself further. Yet Max made no move to remove the earphones or change the CD. It wouldn’t really matter anyway. It wasn’t like he was an owner of any CD’s that were peppy.
His eyes stared unseeing at his ceiling as his cell phone vibrated next to him and continued to go unanswered. He knew it was ringing. He also knew that it couldn’t be important. Isabel was in her room probably on the phone with Alex. Michael would’ve come through his window if it was of dire circumstances and well……it wasn’t Liz on the phone. It hadn’t been Liz on the phone for a very long time. So, everything else didn’t really matter. Right now he could listen to his music and brood. He was so good at it anyway. So why not?
But in reality, brooding was the last thing going through Max’s mind. As a matter of fact, a very half naked Liz was underneath him gasping for air as he took one dusky nipple into his mouth and bit down softly. His hands were caressing the bare legs wrapped around his lower waist and slowly making there way up her skirt to the warm juncture that beckoned to him. Her scent intoxicated him and made him strain through the zipper at his jeans.
“I love you.” She whispered, “Touch me.”
Both dream Max and real Max groaned at her words. Dream Max’s hands slid up the top of Liz’s thighs and finally entered uncharted territory. His thumb reached to rub at the top of her heat-
“Max!”
A loud pounding at his bedroom door brought him out of his daydream and back into the cold arms of reality. With a frustrated growl, Max reached for the book on the nightstand and laid it across his very obvious arousal. He raised his hand and sent a small burst of power towards the door and unlocked it.
Not removing his earphones, he watched an annoyed Isabel stride into the room with one hand over the mouthpiece of the house phone and the other directed towards his CD player shutting it off.
“Isabel!” Max yelled, annoyed. With a huff, he removed his headphones but didn’t move from his position on the bed. “What is it?”
Isabel rolled her eyes and shook the phone at Max, “What is it?!” Isabel repeated on a furious whisper, “What is it, is that I was trying to have a conversation with Alex but for some reason the call waiting beep kept interrupting. Take a guess who it was each and every time?”
Isabel angrily inclined her head towards Max and raised her eyebrows. Seeing that she wasn’t going to get a response and not really waiting for one she continued, “Tess! A frantic Tess who said she couldn’t get you on your cell phone no matter how many times she tried or no matter how many times she blew up the call waiting. I guess she didn’t get that someone was trying to have a normal conversation.”
Isabel finally let go of the mouthpiece and threw the phone at her brothers’ chest. “Make it quick. I told Alex I would call him back.” With that, she strode back out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
His expression never changing, Max picked up the phone and held it to his ear with all the enthusiasm of a cat in a Chinese food restaurant. “Hello?”
“Max!” Tess yelled, “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get you?”
“I’m sorry Tess. I was…busy. If it was important I figured you’d leave me a message.”
Tess sighed, “I did. I left several.”
“Oh.” Not really knowing what to say after that, Max finally sat up and leaned against his headboard as the tightness in his jeans deflated. “So….what’s up?”
Tess seemed to hesitate for a second, “Well, You know my party is tomorrow night, right?”
Max rolled his eyes to the ceiling. It was all she had talked about for a week. “Yeah?”
Tess hesitated again, “Well, I was wondering if….if you would like to go…with me. Sort of like my escort.”
Max hit his head against the headboard and tried not to sigh in frustration into the phone. Ever since prom, Tess had been more clingy than usual and while he was attracted to Tess in an alien sort of way he couldn’t see himself with her long term. But he didn’t know how to break it to her and honestly didn’t know if he wanted to. While Tess may not be what he desired for a relationship, she always made him feel wanted. She made him feel important and in a sick and twisted way….loved. She helped to fill a part of him that he thought had died one night……as meager as her part actually was.
But none of this took away from the fact that she wasn’t Liz. Never could be. No matter how hard she tried. And really, he couldn’t see himself going to a party in Liz’s family’s restaurant with Tess on his arm. Regardless of how tempting the idea of making Liz jealous was he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Liz the way she had hurt him.
“Tess,” Max began trying to soften his voice as much as possible, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“But Max, what about that night at prom? I-I thought we were, I don’t know, getting somewhere. I could feel that you liked it so don’t deny it.”
Tess’s voice had taken on an edge that screamed of hurt. But Max couldn’t do anything about it. He wouldn’t throw any type of relationship with Tess in Liz’s face. “I’m not denying anything Tess. I just don’t think it’s a good idea okay? I want you to have a good time and you don’t need me to do that. Practically the whole junior class will be there, you won’t even remember I attended.”
Silence permeated the phone line and Max was starting to wonder if she had hung up until he heard her quiet voice again, “Even if the whole school were to go the only person I’d care about going…..is you.”
Max felt guilt start to permeate his senses. He knew what it was to desire something and never know if you were going to get it. He also knew that he was partially to blame for Tess’s reawakened determination to start a relationship. “I’ll tell you what Tess. Isabel is going to most likely be getting a ride from Alex and Michael and the Valentis are going to be there already helping the Parkers set up, so why don’t I go pick you up from your house so that way you don’t have to be there before everyone gets there. You can…erm, make what Isabel likes to call a grand entrance.”
“Umm, okay, Max, that would be great.” Tess seemed to hesitate for a second, “The invitations say 7:00 P.M., so why don’t you pick me up for 8:00 P.M.?”
“Yeah, okay. Great. I’ll see you at 8:00 tomorrow then.” Max said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Before he could even gather his thoughts, Isabel flung the door open and grabbed the phone from his hands before flouncing back out, closing the door hard behind her.
Max rolled his eyes to the ceiling once again before grabbing up his CD player and putting the headphones back into place. Determined not to think about the conversation he just had or the subject, he lay down back into his previous position and put his arms behind his head.
Now where was I…….
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Kyle grew on me like fungus in seasons 2 and 3. I truly began to like who he was becoming and thought he was great comic relief and while in my heart of hearts i am a dreamer to the fullest, i also have some lingering Kyle/Liz shipper feelings. 
Thanks for your awesome feeback Ellie. You never fail to make me giggle. 
And i have to say that I agree with all of your points on how Max would've reacted had it been F.Liz to come back instead of him.