Category: M/L, AU w/out Aliens
Disclaimer: I do not own a thing, except for my thoughts and ideas, those are all mine.
Summary: Reunited just in time for Christmas, will Max and Liz find their happily ever after? A Sequel to: The Christmas Gift. I do suggest you read it to understand, but I don't think it's required
Author's Note: A special thank you to La'Shon, and to Tiffany, because they both encouraged me to not only write this, but to keep myself in the chair long enough to finish it. And to Stacie, I hope you feel better soon, and because I promised you "mistletoe'! Love you -- Merry Christmas!
***Posted in 2 parts due to length***
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“Are you sure you’re okay with coming here first?” I ask as I watch her carefully, perusing my house with a childlike awe. I should be back at Izzy’s place for dinner, but I had to have her alone for a few minutes, to really take in the shock and utter relief of seeing her again.
I told myself time and time again over this past year, that I missed Liz. I knew in my heart that I did, I just never realized how much until I saw her again an hour ago.
She said she was looking for her happy ending, I just hope she can accept what I intend to offer, which is nothing short of everything.
“This is perfect. Max, your house is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen anything more magnificent,” she pauses and turns to face me, then adds, “except maybe in magazines.” We share a smile and my heart lurches in my chest at the slight twinkle in her eyes when she looks back at me.
I remember her perfectly, except differently. Then, a year ago, she was this girl that changed my life for the better, this beautiful stranger that I shared the most memorable experience of my life with. If I never saw her again I could have lived, or so I told myself I would have to. Now though, looking into those familiar brown eyes, watching as she almost floats from room to room, opening and closing doors, I realize how wrong I was about her.
She is everything I ever wanted in another person. She is the one thing I never thought I could have. She is the love of my life.
“You want to see the rest? Or do you prefer the kitchen, over any other room in the house?” I tease as I approach her, wrapping my arms about her slim waist and kissing her lips gently. The urge to take her on the counter comes to mind, and I realize with a smile, I haven’t changed in some departments of my character, at all.
“I think there is someplace I’d like to see more than this room,” she says as she slips from my hold and skirts around me. I catch on quickly and close in on her, scoop her up in my arms and throw her over my shoulder.
“Max! Put me down! I’m scared of heights!” she screams in reprimand all the while laughing as I pat her bottom gently. I take the stairs; turn down the long hall to my bedroom. Strolling inside, I’m thankful I made my bed this morning.
I efficiently toss her onto my bed and watch as it too, swallows her up, just as another bed did one year ago today. My body temperature heats up at the thought and my very vivid imagination pictures her sprawled out naked over my dark tan bed sheets, her hair splayed over the pillows and her body arched in sweet anticipation of my arrival.
I tremble at the thought of how much I want her. I knew I missed being with her, but seeing her small, fragile form, burns my blood. I shouldn’t start anything. There isn’t enough time…but God help me I just can’t find it in my heart to care about anything other than Liz.
“You going to join me? You’re not scared are you?” She offers me a nervous laugh as she lays back against the pillows. I resist the urge to pounce her, to rip her clothes from her body and have my sinful way with her. It’s hard, I don’t know how I do it, but I do.
“As much as I’d like to,” I clear my throat, suddenly it seems as if all the air has been sucked out of the room. “Isabel is expecting me for dinner,” I say a little calmer, but then add, “I want you to meet her and I don’t want it to look like I have my evil little way with you before that.” Her cheeks actually burn a bright pink, God she’s truly amazing.
“I love that I can make you blush,” I offer honestly as I take a seat at the edge of the bed. I don’t want to touch her; it would be too much for my senses. It’s bad enough I can smell the sweetness of her perfume in the air, and see her creamy skin at the base of her neck.
“Yeah well, that’s not the only thing you make me do,” she says as she scoots to the bottom of the bed to sit beside me. I take her hand immediately; I know I said I didn’t want to touch her, but how can I not? I lace her smaller hand in mine and rest it against my lap.
“I want to meet your sister too, but I have to get back to the hotel.” I frown in confusion. What’s so great about her hotel…unless she has someone with her? A boyfriend? No, she wouldn’t be here offering herself up as a delicious meal if that were the case. So then who?
“Max, would you stop.”
“Thinking whatever you’re thinking,” she pauses then looks up at me. “My mom is with me. It’s Christmas tomorrow and even though she told me to just go and not to worry about her, I couldn’t…” I cut her off by sealing my mouth with hers. Damn, she tastes sweet; I could drown in her forever.
I pull away, panting, wanting her and knowing that I can’t have her, especially since I know her mother is here. I have to be on my best behavior.
“I understand. Why did you leave your mother, and while I’m at it, how did you know where to find me?” I ask the question that should have been my very first, but at the time I really didn’t care. And right now I need to focus all my thoughts on something else. I want to keep her, lock her in this room and make her fall in love with me enough to never leave me.
Liz smiles and tells me how when she saw the picture in the magazine, she had done a search for me online. She tells me it wasn’t hard for her to find the hotel in New York.
“I understand that, but how did you know I would even be here? And how did you know that I would see the balloon?” I ask, and she shifts a little closer to me, reaches out her hand to my cheek and strokes it gently.
“That was the hard part. I had to make a number of phone calls, and then my mother and I decided that I needed to be here in person, in order to accomplish my goal. When I got to the hotel two days ago, no one would tell me anything. I was getting really discouraged, and hanging out in the lobby wasn’t working,” she frowns. Security is really tight; they would have asked her to leave immediately.
“I’m sorry—” I begin to apologize but she stops me with a shake of her head. “No it’s okay. It made me that more determined. So I waited outside, struck up a conversation with your doorman – Charles, nice guy. He had actually overheard a conversation I had with my mother on the phone. He was nice enough to offer me up a clue as to where you were,” she says and offers me a knowing smile.
Curious, I ask, “Where?”
Releasing my hand, Liz slides from the bed and crosses the room. She takes a seat by the window before turning back to me. “Charles said that you weren’t at the hotel, that you go home or to your sister’s house for holiday’s. To which I asked, if he could point me in the right direction.”
“And he said no,” I surmise, knowing Charles. Liz nods and says with a brilliant smile, “But then he caught a glimpse of my necklace and his demeanor changed.” I can’t help the small laugh that escapes; Charles is the only person I work with that knows about Liz. He’s like my quasi-therapist when I’m at the hotel.
“Yes, well, Charles knows all my secrets,” I add, and watch as she moves from her position, crosses the room and stands before me. I look up into her face, and resist the urge to pull her down into my lap.
“All your secrets?” she asks with a smirk on her lips, and I swallow back my groan of appreciation, when she reaches for the first button of her sweater.
I shake my head, knowing we don’t have that much time, but the second that red sweater slides off her shoulders, I realize, there is always enough time.
“It’s been so long, Max,” she murmurs as she slides onto my lap. I can’t help but wrap my arms around her, sliding my hands up her back, stopping only when I reach the snap of her bra and easily undo it. She breathes a sigh of what I can only describe as relief and presses her lips against mine.
I capture them roughly, sliding my lips across them without preamble, dipping my tongue into the warmth of her, tasting, licking and appreciating every single moan that escapes.
Liz hands are roaming my chest and back in a steady motion, my heart jumps in my chest as she wiggles her bottom against my prominent erection. Sliding my hands to rest on her waist I grind her down harder and she breaks the kiss, only to pull my shirt over my head and then capture my lips once again.
“Damn, it’s been too long,” I murmur, lifting her, cradling her in my lap and turning to deposit her on the bed behind me. I quickly cover her with my body, but her hands stop me. I look down into her upturned face, and she smiles.
“What?” I ask in a whisper, resisting the urge to press my body against hers. Pushing her hair away from her face, I place a kiss on the tip of her nose, but her smile doesn’t disappear.
I return the sentiment, and ask again, “What is it?”
“I have to tell you something,” her words from a year ago today, cause me to hold my breath.
My body lingering above hers and resting my knuckles against the mattress beside her head, I listen intently on her next words.
“Since our last time, I haven’t…with anyone.” A slight blush rises and I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It wouldn’t have mattered, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy to hear it.
Our time was special to her, really special, and I now have proof of it, from her lips.
I bend my elbows and press a chastised kiss against her lips and tell her I haven’t either. She looks surprised.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, finally pressing myself against her fully.
“Max, until you just said that, I wasn’t sure if I’d left an impression on you. I mean I knew what you said when we last saw each other, but that was a year ago. And I didn’t even know if you would be settled with someone or…” she trails off, running her hands up and down my arms, around my neck and down my back.
Resisting the urge to grind myself against her, I nuzzle her neck and tell her exactly how I’ve felt without her. “Liz, there hasn’t been a day that I haven’t thought about you, about finding you, of having you, of making love to you. I never thought I’d see you again, I thought it was better that way,” I pause and lean up to regard her. Tears swimming in her eyes, give me pause but I continue.
“I wanted you day and night, since I let you go at the airport, and then today you show up and I can’t help but hope this isn’t a dream. I knew then we couldn’t be anything more, just like I told you, but I would have tried. I’m a different man, Liz. Because of you,” I confess and she smiles, tears sliding down to the sheets. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me closer and kisses me. Slides her tongue against mine and we kiss, ardently.
Hot and heavy, the feeling that slides over me causes me to pull away. It’s too much, too soon, but when I look down at her, I know she’s as ready as I am. With little hesitation, I reach down and unbutton her jeans, slide the zipper down and peel them from her body.
My legs astride hers, I lean in, taking one puckered nipple between my lips, sucking, licking and teasing it with a nibble here and there. Her body arches in response, and I trail my tongue across to deliver the same attention to her other breast. Her hands automatically lift and plunder through my hair. I close my eyes and swallow back the wave of sensation that small touch evokes within me.
Liz’s lids grow heavy; she peers up a moment later though, catching my roaming eyes and slides her fingers over my shoulders, down my arms and rests them on the opening of my jeans. I draw in a ragged breath, as she works at the fastenings, and quickly I stand above her and pull free from my confines.
My boxers and her red and white thong are the only things between us, without much thought I pull my boxers down over my legs and toss them to the side. She giggles, and urges me to return to my position.
I happily, almost greedily oblige. I moan out when her lips and tongue begin to trace my nipples, her hands roaming my backside, her fingertips urging me closer to the cradle between her legs. My hands, slide down her body, latch onto the thin scrap of material separating us and pull, hard.
The sound of the material giving echoes around the room, but Liz doesn’t pause. Instead, she roams her lips up my chest, my neck and finally…finally my lips once again.
I press my hard flesh against her soft core. We both strain against one another; the knowledge that she’s mine suffuses itself deeply inside of me. I capture her lips, with a promise of more to come as I slide myself down her fevered body.
Just as I’m about to get my fill of her, she stops me with her hands; I peer up at her and see her sliding up the bed. I narrow my gaze, wondering if I’ve done something wrong.
“Max, as much as I want you to enjoy me like that, we don’t have time. Come here,” she says, boldly urging me with her hands up against her. She kneels before me, smiles and captures my lips, sliding her tongue roughly into my mouth; I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips at her sudden aggressiveness. Liz manages to get me seated and without another thought, she climbs into my lap, wraps her hand around my cock and sinks herself over me.
Letting out a groan of not only satisfaction but also one of appreciation, my hands wrap around her back, she whispers, “Teach me,” and I nod against her. I slide my hands down to her waist, teaching her the movements, which she quickly picks up, duplicates, but it’s that much sweeter from my view.
Her nipples poised just above me, her lips parted, her eyes closed, her body moving fluidly over mine, the tightness is evident, her body unused to any attention; something I’ll be more than willing to rid her of in the near future—forever in fact.
Grinding myself up against her, she lets out a long serrated moan, and picks up her pace. Her face falls forward; her forehead rests against mine, and her breathy moans fan my eyes, my nose and finally my lips. I growl in appreciation, widen my legs and push further into her, filling her completely, stretching her fully.
Liz’s brown eyes meet my golden gaze, and she breaths my name reverently, “Max,” the sound only surges my longing, my want, a damn if it doesn’t make my heart fall just a little bit more in love with her.
I’ve yet to speak the words, but that doesn’t make the sentiment any less true. I wrap my arms around her, pull her flush against my chest, lavish in the feel of her pert breasts against my hard chest, and plunge deeply into her, eliciting a moan of satisfaction, of completion as my body grows rigid, and finally, the release I’ve waited an entire year for washes over me.
A stick of dynamite couldn’t knock the smile off my face, the smile in my eyes and the giddiness I feel seeing Liz stand and dress in front of me. Resting my hands behind my head, I drink in the sight of her, and close my eyes breathing in the scent of our coupling.
My eyes go wide, in that instant my senses return and I realize what we’ve just done.
“Liz,” I say, trying to steady my voice. Leaning up on my elbows, shaking my head and resisting the urge to place a kiss on her sweet bottom, I wait until she straightens.
“Yes?” She turns to face me, slipping her sweater over her shoulders, gathering the center to button up. I roll from the bed, snatch up my boxers and brace myself for what I have to tell her.
She has to know. Had to have realized. God how could I be that irresponsible?
“Max, what’s wrong?” her voice hitches, worriedly, she comes to my side. I push my hands through my hair, take her hand and stand her in front of me.
I place my hands on her shoulders, and take a deep breath. Looking down into her face, I can’t help but want to kiss her again, tell her it doesn’t matter, because I’m never leaving her. Instead, I let the words slip from my lips.
“We didn’t use any protection, Liz. I’m sorry I should have stopped or…” my words are cut short, as she stretches up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I pull away confused by her reaction.
“You’re not mad?” I ask and she shakes her head.
“Max, I’m on the pill. While I realize it’s not a hundred percent, I didn’t exactly think we’d end up in bed together when I saw you today,” she blushes, and I know she’s lying. I decide to tease her a bit.
“So you didn’t want to sleep with me?” I ask, turning to the side, looking for my discarded jeans.
“No. Yes. Of course I did, and it was…amazing, but I didn’t plan on it.” Liz says coming up behind me, I pull my jeans up my legs and fasten them before turning to face her.
I look down and offer her a teasing wink. She slaps my chest, and tries to turn away, but I reach out and pull her against me. I capture her lips, roughly against mine, drink my fill of her, and smile when I feel her body soften beneath my hands.
“When did you decide to go on it?”
She shrugs, but doesn’t avoid my gaze, “After we were together. It’s not that I planned on being with anyone else, because I didn’t…”
“Not even if you never found me?” I ask, a valid question, I think.
“I was determined to find you, but if I didn’t then, I guess if I ever found someone that made me feel the way you did, then I guess I would have,” she admits reluctantly, and I can’t help but kiss her in earnest.
“What was that for?” she asks, blushing again.
“I don’t know how you can blush after what we just did, but that’s okay, I have plenty of time to wipe the blush from your body,” I say, allowing my gaze to slide down her body and back up to her face, she blushes even further.
“Max, must you always do that?” I tap her nose, before turning in search of my shirt laying haphazard on the floor, and say “Yes.”
“What did you mean by that?”
I look over my shoulder, my hands suspended in the air, ready to tug my shirt over my head. “What?”
“You said, that you’d have plenty of time to wipe the blush from me,” her voice trails off, and she crosses the room to tug on her boots.
Sliding the shirt over my head, I smooth it out and hope the wrinkles aren’t too noticeable, before taking a seat on the bed.
“Liz, I hope you don’t think that after waiting a year to be with anyone, that I would just let you walk away again, did you?” I query lightly, but she doesn’t answer. I sigh, knowing her insecurity lies deeply. How could it not? The last time we were together, I offered her sex, nothing more.
I never told her that I fell in love with her that night; I never told her that it was the single most self-defining experience of my life.
With a puff of air, she straightens her clothes and crosses the room. “I didn’t think much more into trying to contact you. I didn’t plan anything out.”
“Yet, you told me you were looking for your happy ending, did you mean it? Or was it something you said in the moment?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt from my voice. I couldn’t be lucky enough to have her show up at my proverbial doorstep, and hope that she wanted forever.
That she hoped to find me to truly see how great we could be. A part of me thinks maybe I thought so much more into it than she, but when I look up into her eyes, I know it’s not just me.
I know she feels strongly, but she’s hesitant because of my past. Cocky as I am, I thought a year of celibacy for her, would be enough to prove it. I set my shoulders and stand in front of her. I peer down into those brown eyes; searching for an answer to a question she’s terrified of asking.
I know the feeling.
“I meant it. That was what I was looking for, in you. I just didn’t know if you felt the same way, if you feel the same way about me.” I pull her against me, and nuzzle her neck gently. Relief washing over me in tides, I hug her closer, never wanting to let go.
Never wanting to leave this room, but it’s inevitable; there are people to see and introductions to be made, namely, her mother.
I pull back, and cup her face between my hands. “I waited a year for you. I was working up my nerve in finding you. This isn’t just sex, Liz. If I’m honest, from the first moment we kissed, it was more.”
“Yeah?” she looks up expectantly.
“Yes, now get your coat, I’ve got a mother to meet, and you both have a small family to be introduced to.”
“Max, what happens now?” she asks, as I tug her along, through the doorway.
I stop only when we reach the bottom step, I turn and look down to her, caress her face with my thumb and smile. “What happens now is, I give you your happy ending.”
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