One Step Closer (CC,M/L,ADULT) 1/1 - 7/5/09

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One Step Closer (CC,M/L,ADULT) 1/1 - 7/5/09

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Title: One Step Closer
Author: aliensister aka lidda_anne
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell, it belongs to the people who created it … I am just borrowing so please, don’t sue.
Pairings: M/L
Rating: Adult
Summary: A story about two people’s love tarred by hate and how they briefly express it. Hate sex, be warned!

This wasn’t what she wanted; she wanted to be able to live without him, to get over him while he moved on with his wife. She’d pushed him into Tess’s arms, at future Max’s request and for that she hated him, her teeth bit down on the soft bottom lip and a taste of metal filled her mouth. He groaned into her mouth and his fingers roughly grabbed her backside, lifting her and pulling her up his body, his hard arousal pressing into her as she wrapped her legs around his body. This was his fault, all of it, she felt disgusted with her self, she wanted to leave, to walk away and never look back but yet again she found her self punishing them both with this act. A small, almost dead part of her cried, deep down inside of herself but she ignored it, her heart was filled with anger and malice.

Liz’s hands tightened in his hair, grasping it tightly as he plundered her mouth. Revulsion ate at her insides; this was not the sweet making of love that she had imagined as a naïve sixteen year old. No, this was the hard and rough fucking of a seventeen year old who had the world placed on her shoulders and told that if she didn’t give up the one thing that made her feel strong the world would crumble around her. Her back slammed against the rough brick wall and she growled against the pain, he had lied to her cause she’d given up Max and the world had still ended, for her anyway. The sound of Max’s zipper lowering seemed faint amongst their harsh breathing and the sounds of cars driving past on the road just outside the alley they were in.

She felt his fingers moving the panties beneath her Crashdown uniform to the side as he slid inside her; the feeling of being full and of coming home was tainted with the reality of the situation. This was not the happy coupling of two people who couldn’t wait long enough to find a room, no, this was the anger and hate filled fucking of two people who had hurt each other so badly but couldn’t let go of the pain. Liz only opened her eyes to glare at him as he pounded into her, his eyes were closed but the harsh scowl on his face was obvious, even in the dim light of the street lamps out on the road.

One hand braced against the wall holding them up and the other biting into her leg, she knew they would leave marks, just like every other time they had done this. His rhythm changed and she knew he was close, the hand on her leg moved down to her ass, holding her up as the hand on the wall moved down to rub her clit, he always made her cum, he knew that she hated it, it made him feel powerful. Rough brick was biting into her skin through the thin uniform but she hardly felt it as her body shuddered, cumming. Her jaws were clamped tight, he may get to feel her insides fluttering but she would not give him the satisfaction of listening to her scream.

Liz felt him cum as she was coming down from her high and her legs automatically unwrapped from around him, sliding back down his body as he pulled out. She fixed her clothes back into place as Max tossed the condom and fixed himself up as well.

“Thanks.” Max said, she could hear the smug and conceited tone in his voice and it made her fume.

“Fuck you!” Liz seethed, glaring at him as he turned to walk out of the alleyway.

“Already did…” He growled back to her not even stopping or turning around to face her. Liz waited till she couldn’t see him anymore before turning and kicking the wall behind her; she wouldn’t let him hear that his comments got to her. A wetness slid down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, not acknowledging that it was a tear because Liz Parker no longer cried, dead people didn’t cry and that’s what she was, dead.

The End.

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