Okay, I'm really nervous now. Because I get the feeling that you expect this chapter to be awesome. And don't want to disappoint you when you have gotten all excited about it.
So here's hoping that you will like it (and not necessarily kill me)
dmb wrote:Was Sean Liz’s only long term/serious boyfriend?
dmb wrote:How long had she dated Billy (“Ears, Wine and Virgins”), for example; since he had been wanting them to take their relationship to the next level?
Not very long. He was just a horny teenage boy.
dmb wrote:Previously, I had envisioned that some of the times Max was telling Liz the alleged gory details of his “many” sexual escapades that he had in fact been either exaggerating about some of them OR may have even outright lied about just how many he was really having. I got this impression because of some of Liz’s comments that had made him out to be a manslut, and yet in “Ears, Wine and Virgins” we found out he had only really slept with two women at that time.
Well, yeah. You're onto something there.
dmb wrote:But getting back to my point, in this chapter, he led Liz to believe that he and Serena had been romantically involved, or at least she had been another one of his conquests. But later on, Serena tells Liz they were only good friends. So does that mean 1) Max lied (as Liz told Serena he often does) – this time about what he’d implied to Liz in order to maintain his manslut reputation in Liz’s eyes for whatever reason? Or 2) Serena and Max actually once had a “friends with benefits” relationship but now it’s just a friends only relationship? OR 3) something else altogether? I mean…why did he purposefully make Liz think Serena was an ex, if according to Serena he was just a good friend? Serena was telling the truth, right? I mean, we’re supposed to like Serena, right? Trust her?
Serena is a good person. She is the only sane person here right now that has a very fresh eye on Max and Liz's relationship, something that Maria and Michael don't. Because in Maria and Michael's world, Max and Liz have always been fighting so they don't really think much about that they might be seriously hurting each other now. Serena does. Because she's an outsider. And she and Max have not been romantically involved. Strictly platonic. How long have they known each other? A while. Long enough for Max to value her opinion and unconsciously feel like it's a good idea to place Liz in Serena's care. He knows that Liz needs support in her first work and so he choose it with care. Not for the reasons Liz suspects (to torment her), but because Serena was there.
dmb wrote:Again, if she wants to be treated as a grown-up, why didn’t she get her own damn job?
Liz likes to complain. She likes to make a big fuss out of things. Especially
when Max is concerned. And their "war" has been going on for too long and she is too proud to admit to him - and even herself - that she really appreciates him helping her out and that she will later grow to love that job (because animals are sneaky like that - there's a reason why I had her working with animals).
dmb wrote:Anyway, I’m sure Max did choose this job in part to have a little fun with Liz…and to piss her off yet again.
Of course. Why not?
dmb wrote:I am betting Liz has never let herself believe that some of the times that Max came to her and Michael’s place was because he wanted to visit her…just her. After all, from what we’ve seen so far of their past encounters, when it was just the two of them, eventually one or the other would wonder aloud where Michael was…which made it always seem that Max had come to see/spend time with Michael and that if Michael wasn’t there, he’d stick around until he showed up. That Max was just killing time with Liz because there was nothing better to do while he was waiting for Michael.
Very good observation
dmb wrote:What the hell was Max thinking to say something like that to Serena? Sheesh, first Tess, now Serena. Does he tell all his acquaintances that Liz is “odd”?
We don't really know what Max actually said to Serena to describe who Liz was. We don't know if it might just have been Serena herself that came to that conclusion and used that word. But we do know (from how Serena was regretting it after she had said it) that she intended it as a joke. And seriously, if someone said that to me I would take it as a joke. But considering that Liz knew it had somehow come from Max, it is a very sore subject. So nothing about that was a joke to her. It was just confirming what she thought she already knew about how Max sees her.
dmb wrote:For example, so far we’ve heard him call her “Shorty”, although I don’t think that bothers Liz, but we don’t really know for sure…maybe it does and she’s just never let on to him that it does.
Okay, so I have this best friend, who I kinda fell in love with. He used to (and still does) call me everything between heaven and earth. He used to sing this song "Short people got no reason to live" to me. Now, he
was just joking. That's who he is. I knew
he was just joking, but if you have feelings for that person, you tend to take it even harder. His comments used to hurt me a lot. Some are not really nice (like "smelly") and I used to go to my room (we shared apartment...go figure
) and cry because he was just so mean. But even though his words were insensitive at times, he was just joking. He could sit around and say comments like Max (see where I'm getting my inspiration from) and be all serious and I would just roll me eyes at him because he was being ridiculous. The difference between Liz and me is that she doesn't know if he's joking or not. The similiarity is that when
she knows he's joking, it still hurts. Because that is still the person she loves and he's picking on all her "less admirable" qualities. I eventually told this guy how I felt about him and how it hurt me when he brought his girlfriend over (...) and talked endless hours about her (because we were best friends, that's what you do). He was very cool about it and we are still the best of friends. He never mentioned her after that conversation (unless I asked him about it), because he knew it hurt me. But guys don't really realise sometimes how much their frank words hurt and it's the same with Max. If Liz would just tell him straight out that she hates when he calls her this and that, maybe he would back off, but right now he doesn't know it might be causing her grief. Okay, uhm.. That explanation went for longer than I intended.
dmb wrote:So please, please tell me he never made fun of her “flat-chest”, too, and especially not to others or in front of other people while Liz was present.
No no no. Really no. Because he doesn't find her flat-chested. He thinks she's beautiful
dmb wrote:We also found out he’d referred to Liz as “Little Lizzie” to Tess as well.
But we don't really know if he actually has
referred to her as Little Lizzie in front of Tess. She might've picked it up from somewhere else. Maybe she overheard a conversation between Michael and Max or something. We just don't know
dmb wrote:Please tell me that this isn’t what caused things to go so wrong between them when the “big thing that happened” at the end of 2004 occurred. Please tell me they didn’t get so far as to removing their clothes only to have Max make a comment that inadvertently made her feel even more self-conscious about her breast size/body than she’d already been feeling before she allowed herself to be that vulnerable with him.
I guess you'll find that one out very soon.
dmb wrote:Maybe it isn’t just that Liz is afraid if she and Max got together that he’d eventually abandon her, like everyone else in her life has seemed to (either by their own doings or because they let her push them away.) Maybe it’s that she’s afraid, Max would become bored with her. Find her body lacking. Her boobs too small. Whatever. That he’d loose interest. That he’d cheat on her. Maybe she had been projecting her fears about Max onto Sean.
Girl, you're too good.
dmb wrote:Okay, this really bothers me. Is she thinking Max was protective of her at the concerts because he “loves” her? But I thought she told Liz that they were just good friends?
There are many different kinds of love. Sorry, maybe I should've said "people that he cares about" in that phrase instead. He doesn't love Serena romantically. She's a gorgeous girl and very attractive, but his heart is already taken.
dmb wrote:And while we’re sort of on the subject of saying “nice” things about one another, when has Liz ever really said anything nice about Max to Max?
Hmm... I dunno. But let's remember that Max already comes off as having the biggest ego possible, why would Liz want to fuel that further? And if she said something nice about him, he might just realise that (god forbid
) she likes him...
Maybe she minored in Psychology in college?
Haha, maybe she did
dmb wrote:I was so nervous about what Max might say unwittingly on Serena’s speaker phone. It was actually kind of a strange thing for her to do, since she didn’t know what he was calling her about.
Oh, she does that with every phone call. She's usually alone in her car so she doesn't really think about it. And she has troubles holding the phone to her ear while she drives so it's just easier that way. Besides, she didn't realise what dangerous grounds she was suddenly treading by doing that.
Wench on a Leash wrote:First of all, I like that Serena was so honest and persistent with Liz about driving her home. It's nice that Liz was able to talk to someone other than Michael or Max, and that for once she was able to tell someone about her relationship with Max even if she didn't say much about it, except for the whole rivalry thing.
Yep, I think Liz really needs a pair of fresh eyes on this whole chaotic thing.
Wench on a Leash wrote:I'm surprised he would have made that comment about Serena if it weren't true. First of all, it's completely disrespectful to Serena (who he considers a good friend) for him to act as if he had a sexual relationship with her, and secondly it obviously struck a nerve with Liz. I'm sure he'd know that by now. So either he did it to try and get a reaction out of her, or he really is thinking that she doesn't have the same kind of feelings for him that he has for her and that's his way of coping with the rejection he got from her in the Betrayed part. To just keep acting like the playboy he's always been.
First of all, Serena is not happy about Max making up that little detail about them, so she will let him know. Secondly, it is
very disrespectful of Max and I'm not trying to excuse that behaviour, I'm just gonna say that Max kinda has tunnel vision. "Everything is fair in love and war" or what do they say? He makes those comments for a reason and, at this point, if they are true or not is not really his main priority.
twilight wrote:For two people that know each other so well they seem to have the problem where they can't talk to each other honestly because they both know that they have the power to hurt each other deeply.
yayaliens wrote:this is better than tv
Haha. Really? Thank you so much
paper wrote:Now he's lying to keep his rep intact.
paper wrote:Or was it just to hurt Liz?
Not really. He's not really thinking that far. He has his dense y-chromosome thinking hat on at the moment.
bettylove8 wrote:I'm really glad for Serena coming into the picture to give an outside perspective, I'm just worried about her relationship to Max. Because although I understand that they are just friends, that kind of bothers me because it makes me wonder if they did pursue a relationship, it would mean more to him than just sex. It seems though (hopefully) that Serena understands there is something much deeper between the two. I just hope she doesn't get in the way or I'm gonna have to kick her butt.
Don't worry about Serena. She knows her place
bettylove8 wrote:He has tons of girls throwing themselves at him all the time, how does she know that she means anything? That what he says to her behind closed doors he wouldn't say to any other girl to get them into bed?
No wonder she's hesitant about him, is there?
Okay whoa. Can you say longwinded?
Oh, I love longwinded. Bring it on
veronica wrote:alright i absolutely loved the update but one thing i just hate is max
don't get me wrong i love max (lol, who doesn't?)
but why does he act that way towards liz?
hello!!! i just want to bitch slam him!
Haha, okay. Take. A. Deep. Breath. (hopefully he will redeem himself in this part...)
Natalie36 wrote:still on the rollercoaster ride
Yep, still there. Hanging on for dear life
extingman wrote:But now he lied about Serena, why? Is it his way of making Liz jealous? To make her see what she is missing?
You're a smart cookie.
extingman wrote:It's definitely a messy situation, but I'm curious if Max lied about Serena, how many others did he lie about? He's not a virgin by any stretch, but is he really a man whore?
Aha! Max is certainly not fooling you.
Tears_of_Mercury wrote:Sorry I haven't reviewed since part thirteen. Life has just... not been the best for me right now.
Sorry to hear that. I hope it gets better.
Tears_of_Mercury wrote:I'm still wondering when we get to meet Maria.
Yeah, I'm a bit surprised myself that I haven't unleashed Maria on you yet. But I only have her in one part this far and that part will be posted in the close future.
roswell3053 wrote:Again, I agree. Why should Liz believe anything that Max tells her regarding his feelings. Max needs to learn that the way to a womans heart isn't through jealousy. He needs to earn Liz's trust and be honest with her. Most women don't want a man that proudly talks about all of his supposed conquests.
Oh boy, does he have a lot to learn.
roswell3053 wrote:I also think that while Max was "dating" Tess, that he was still spending a lot of time at Liz and Michael's. I'm sure that he wasn't with Tess 24/7. I'm sure that they had some run ins, and he probably spent the night, but I think that he was in a way showing some respect to Liz by keeping Tess away. If that is the case, it's probably one of the few times that Max has showed her that he truely cares. Although, I'm sure that Liz doesn't see it that way.
Right you are
- Sorry I couldn't give you a birthday update. But Laira did on "Butterfly", didn't she? So I hope it was enough. Otherwise, here's one part not too far from your birthday. *hugs*
Aurorabee wrote:I guess I need to read it again, but I felt like in this conversation with Serena, Max really revealed just how much he cares about Liz. He's looking out for her, concerned that her walls are going to keep someone out who could be a good friend.
Right on the money.
kay_b wrote:Damnit! Can someone just smack Max, please? He wants her, yet he annoys her to hell. Yes, I know, some guys use it as a form of foreplay but there are always two sides of a coin. While he thinks it's fun jerking her around, it's backfiring, you idiot!
Haha, you're funny. But it's so very true.
guel wrote:firstly i have to say i love this idea of the snapshots
guel wrote:Serena and Max could be relatives? are they? or she is someone he really loves as a friend?
Nope, they're not relatives. And he cares about her, but it is very much platonic.
Ju wrote:Hey! You just said it was NOT my fault you weren't updating... *pouts*
But you're right. You were actually the one keeping from leaving the feedback for the last 2 chapters, you know?
Sorry, hun. I didn't mean it that way. Of course
it was not your fault. It was that stupid shopping spree that killed me. And it's no surprise you didn't have time to leave feedback last night because we were after all talking about, what, five things at the same time or something.
Ju wrote:Hahaha! Have I mentioned I'm pimping this story around like crazy?
Hehe. No you haven't. But I'm not complaining
- Girl am I glad you ventured over here (thanks, Ju!). Thank you so much for the compliments. It warms my heart
dmb wrote:Now bring on THE chapter, Jo, ASAP please because we can't wait to read it!!!!
(Can you see me bouncing in my seat?)
Actually, I think I can. I was afraid yesterday that I had given you a heart attack after I posted that I was considering posting this chapter. But I'm glad to "see" that you're still bouncing around.
So let's get on with it.
16. Crossing the Line
Cabin in Wisconsin
Two days before Christmas
Max is 19, Liz is 18
“How can you be that stupid?” Liz asked, staring at the TV screen.
“I’ve seen worse things.”
Liz turned to look at him. “Worse than eating your own pee?”
Max nodded, taking a big bite out of his ice-cream cone.
Liz grimaced as her eyes fell on the cone. “And I can’t believe you’re eating that
at the same time.”
He smiled at her, ice-cream visible all over his front teeth, and mumbled out around the mouthful. “Dis is delishious.”
He refocused his attention on the TV. “But you love it.”
“Oh yeah,” Liz said sarcastically. “I soo love to watch ice-cream run out of your mouth as you speak.”
“You want some?”
She looked at him as if he had gone completely mad and then pointed at the TV. “There’s a guy eating a freaking ice-cream made out of a cone and ice that he peed on on the screen and you’re asking me if I want ice-cream?”
He winked at her. “It’s goooood.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure it is.”
The last word was drowned by the telephone and Liz jumped off the couch to answer. “’Lo.”
Max turned his attention back to the TV where the group of guys continued to do stupid and very dangerous tricks. He snickered to himself. Those guys really were jackasses.
Liz plumped down next to him and he glanced over in her direction long enough to see the frown on her face. “What’s up?”
“Michael’s not coming home tonight.”
Max scratched his eyebrow. That’s odd. “Why’s that?”
“Apparently they’ve shut down the road. Due to the heavy snowfall or something.”
“Oh… So where’s he staying?”
“He’s just gonna go to one of the hotels for the night and hopefully he’ll be able to get out here tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Max said simply. That’s sounded alright to him. But after watching the movie for another ten minutes without a single comment from the usually very chatty Liz Parker, he looked over at her just to see her blue expression. “What’s with the face?”
She raised her eyebrows at him, the innate defensive side of her nature flashing in her eyes. “This is how I look. Get over it.”
Ignoring her comment, Max said, “I’m right here with you. I’ll protect you.”
The last sentence was said with a grin, but the truth of the message came through loud and clear.
“Michael will be fine,” he added. “He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.”
“I know that,” Liz said, rising from her seat.
Max watched her back as she started to walk away from him. “Then what?”
“It’s nothing,” Liz said, disappearing behind the kitchen counter of the open kitchen area.
Max and Liz were in a cabin that Liz and Michael’s parents had rented for them for Christmas. Probably to ease their feelings of guilt about not having time to spend Christmas with their kids. Not like that was anything out of the ordinary for the Parker kids. However, now they were old enough to be on their own without being supervised by nannies, housekeepers and other serving staff.
And now it seemed like it was only going to be Max and Liz.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” Max joked, but the grin froze on his face as he saw her turn her back on him as he walked up to the kitchen counter. She was acting strangely. “You’re not, right?”
She laughed. “Of course not.”
Liz rarely laughed at anything he said.
“Kitten? What’s up?” he asked, his voice now serious.
“Not everything is about you, okay?” she said, her voice partly muffled by the refrigerator as half of her body was inside trying to find something to eat.
“Oh, sorry, I thought it was,” Max said lightly, watching her closely.
“Fine.” She slammed the refrigerator door closed, took a glass for the juice she had just retrieved and came to stand in front of the counter, and him, to fill it up. “It’s just… I’ve never celebrated Christmas without Mike, you know. I don’t think I can ever do that.”
Max’s heart rate slowed down and he felt himself relax. It wasn’t worse than that. He could deal with that.
Even though Liz had never personally told him so, he knew how important the holidays were to her and especially that she got to spend them with her brother. Part of that was probably because Liz and Michael really only had each other. Their parents had not been part of the picture since Liz was ten years old; always away on business trips, holidays or staying in any of their other three houses spread around the world.
The only blood relative Liz had around was Michael.
“They’ll have the road cleared before Christmas, Lizzie,” Max comforted.
“What if they don’t?” Liz asked, looking at him with such worry in her large brown eyes that he felt his heart skip a beat.
“Well, if they don’t, I’ll go out there myself and dig a hole for him to go through, how’s that?”
“Doofus,” she mumbled, but there was a smile on her lips.
“Now, how about we do something fun? We might as well enjoy ourselves when Mike’s not around.”
Liz looked at him suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
Max wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before stepping up to the bar cabinet and with a loud ‘ta-da’ flung the doors open. “Alcohol, Lizzie. Lots and lots of rich people’s alcohol. And your parents are paying for it!” Taking in all the alcohol with glittering eyes he added. “Man, your parents really suck on the parental side of things. But I must applaud them on this. They don’t mind leaving their kids in close vicinity of vodka and tequila.”
“That’s a bad thing, Max.”
He shrugged. “I’m gonna see it as a sign.”
She sighed. “A sign of what?” already fearing what he was going to say.
“A sign telling us that we should do the right thing and drink all of this stuff.”
She raised an eyebrow. “All of that? Tonight? Really, Max. That’s a bit optimistic even for you, don’t you think?”
“Have you ever played a drinking game?”
She looked at him carefully. “Eh…”
He smiled at her. A smile that he had no idea of how much it affected Liz’s breathing. And he wouldn’t know until years later. “Come on, kiddo.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Sigh. “Your persuasion skills sorely need updating.”
“It’s either ‘Jackass’ or the drinking game.”
Liz glanced over at the TV-screen where stunt guys were still doing utterly retarded acts and shivered. After that pee-ice cone she never wanted to see anything else that any of those guys did.
She exhaled loudly. “I can’t stand another second of that movie.”
With a large smile, Max started removing bottles of alcohol from the cabinet. “This will be fun, kitten. I assure you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Liz grumbled. But a rush of excitement still went through her.
She would never consciously acknowledge it, but it gave her some relief to know that Max seemed fine with her drinking, even inviting her to drink, despite what had happened a couple of months earlier at the pool party when she had become dangerously drunk and Max had been less than happy.
But who said she was going to get drunk anyway?
But looking at the number of bottles Max was lining up on the table, she knew that this night was gonna end in hangovers in the morning.
Placing a die on the table, Max stated, “The rules are simple. The number you roll is the number of shots you have to take. If it’s an even number, you split with the other person. If it’s an odd, you drink it all on your own.”
Turning a chair back to front and sitting down to straddle it, Liz nodded. “Okay. What are we drinking?”
“Let’s start with tequila.”
She shook her head and smiled at him with amusement.
“What?” he laughed.
Looking innocent, she grabbed the die. “Just line them up.”
One hour later, Liz was not doing so well. Well, she was winning. Which in this game mean that she could barely stop laughing at Max’s jokes.
“That’s not even funny,” Liz giggled.
“Then why are you laughing?” Max asked while trying to fill up some more shot glasses without spilling.
“I’m hot,” Liz said, drastically changing the topic.
“Uh-huh,” Max agreed, tongue sticking out at the side of his mouth as he deeply concentrated on filling the glass.
Liz stood up from the chair, not even noticing as it fell over behind her with a bang, and started to pull on her sweater.
Max looked up from the glass, the liquor still pouring from the bottle and now onto the table as he stared at Liz. “You know, you don’t have to remove clothes in this game. But by all means, go ahead.”
“It’s warm. I’m warm.”
As the sweater moved up over her chest, the tank top she had on underneath followed along, revealing the bottom of her laced bra before she had time to discard the sweater and pull the tank top down again.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Max. He straightened, suddenly feeling very hot himself. How come he hadn’t noticed before how warm it was in this room?
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, taking a hold of the back of his sweater and pulling it over his head. “It is hot in here.”
Max Evans might be drunk, drunker than he’d been in a while, but nothing could stop him from feeling Liz’s eyes caress his naked upper body. Unlike Liz, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his sweater.
“Do you work out?” she asked slowly, intense eyes roaming his body.
He grinned. “You like?”
She scrunched her eyes up, looking at him with utter disbelief. “You get that body from playing football?”
“Wow,” she said softly. “That’s… wow.”
“Stop drooling, Parker.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to redirect her eyes from his chest to his face. “Come on. I’ve seen better. I was just surprised that’s all. I mean, you were pretty scrawny looking the last time I saw you.”
Eyebrow raised, he looked at her dubiously. “You’ve seen better?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Max narrowed his eyes. “Lewis?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t be able to tell. You’re a guy. Only girls can fully appreciate male perfection.”
“Perfection, huh? You call Jack’s body perfection?”
Liz bit her lower lip, nodding. Not that she had ever seen Jack Lewis’ body. But she had heard enough gossip from other girls to know that he wasn’t all that bad on the eyes. On the other hand, she wondered if those girls had ever seen Max’s body, because God…
She sighed dreamily, something that Max misinterpreted as her swooning over the memory of Jack’s body and he quickly stepped around the table so that he was standing in front of her.
She looked up at him in surprise, her muddled brain slowly wondering how he had moved so fast. She was hit with the smell of his cologne around the same time that his hand grabbed hers and brought it up to his chest.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he pressed her hand against his right pectoral, just above his nipple.
“Feel that,” Max more or less commanded, his voice dark. “Did Jack’s body feel like this?”
Her fingers itched to move along the large expanses of his pectorals, but she didn’t dare to.
She had touched Max several times before, in the midst of fighting over the remote control to the TV or pushing him away as he was trying to steal her lunch in the school cafeteria.
But those incidents had always involved him being covered up and had lacked the almost suffocating energy that suddenly appeared to be simmering around them.
Her mouth felt dry. “I’ve never-“
“Or here?” Max said, moving her hand down across his abdominal muscles.
Her breaths were shallow and fast as she stared at where her hand was molded against his hard muscles, his warm hand pressing up against the back of her hand, keeping it in place.
“Was he the one?” Max whispered.
Her eyes snapped up to his dark ones as he voiced the question. “What are you talking about?”
And just as soon as the question left her lips, she knew. He thought Jack was the one that presumably had sex with her. Just because she hinted that she knew how Jack Lewis’ torso looked, Max Evans assumed that Jack had been the one to take her virginity.
Was he angry? She cocked her head to the side, watching him with wondrous fascination. Why would he be angry? Even if she had seen Jack’s body naked, it would’ve been her own decision to do so and he had nothing to say about it.
Was he jealous? She squinted her eyes and looked closer at him, her intense stare stopping him from answering her previous question.
Which left room for another one of hers. “Are you jealous?”
He huffed. “Of Jack Lewis?”
“Of me being with another guy,” she said evenly.
He looked at her in silence for a long time before answering seriously. “Yes.”
Oddly enough, she wasn’t as surprised by the answer as she thought she would be. “Why?”
He continued to look at her in silence before he let go of her hand and walked away from her.
“Stay away from me.”
She frowned. “What?”
Did he really think that he could just storm off after all of this? Considering all the drinks she had just had, she was suddenly feeling strangely sober and she wouldn’t let him just walk out on her. That was her
“You shouldn’t be around me right now,” he said, his voice muffled as he walked into his room.
“Why’s that, Max?” Liz asked as she followed him into his room.
Before she knew what was happening he had spun around and was pressing her up against the wall. His breath was hot against her face as he whispered, his eyes haunted, “Because I can’t control myself around you.”
Her breaths felt harsh in her windpipe and she could feel the warmth of his body flooding her system. “What do you mean?”
He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t ask so many questions, Parker.”
She looked at his closed eyelids and the long dark lashes resting against the top of his cheeks, feeling the world spinning around her.
“What’s happening?” she whispered and watched his eyes slowly open and amber met chocolate.
“Is it always gonna be like this?” His voice was husky and she couldn’t hide her shiver from his body that was intimately pressing hers up against the wall.
“I don’t know what you’re-“
“But you do,” he interrupted. “I need you. I fucking need you.”
A tremble of fear raced through her. Fear that things were about to change. The uncertainty that came with knowing that things were about to change in the next couple of seconds.
His hands cradled her face as his lips feathered across hers and he sighed. “Christ Lizzie.”
Her heart was aching. Her whole body was aching. She needed him too. Always had. But she didn’t have the courage to do anything. Too much was at risk. Too much was always at risk with Max Evans.
She looked into his eyes again, meeting the look of pain in there, and decided to take that step that she had feared since that day in Ryan Anderson’s closet.
She leaned forward, holding his gaze with hers, and fused their lips together. His lips drifted closed as she slowly traced his upper lip with the tip of her tongue, but her eyes remained open. They were open to watch every changing nuance of each and every emotion running across his face as she tasted his mouth.
He didn’t let her work solo for too long before his hands cradling her face angled her towards him so that he could fully enjoy her soft lips. Before long, he pulled back, mumbling, “Jesus, I’m so drunk.”
“Don’t stop,” Liz murmured, grabbing the ears she had made fun of two years earlier and pulling him back to her.
The kiss heated up within seconds and Max’s hands wandered down Liz’s back and grabbed her ass, pulling her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and let him kiss down the front of her neck, pushing the straps of her tank top and bra to the side as he went. They fell off her shoulders, providing him with plenty of skin to feast on.
She moaned, her body arching into his as he trailed his tongue along the upper edge of her bra, which was visible above the edge of the loose tank top that was starting to fall down due to the lack of supporting straps.
“So soft,” he murmured.
“Don’t stop,” Liz repeated, because on some level she was afraid he would do just that.
Max’s mouth latched onto a small birth mark in the cleavage between her breasts and he groaned as his body stiffened even more with desire. Without separating his lips from her skin, he started to pull her tank top upwards, which eventually forced him to part from her skin to remove the piece of fabric and be presented with more of Liz’s smooth skin. Shooting a glance up at her half-closed lids and the pleasure painting her face, Max moved his hands behind her back and unclasped her bra.
Her eyes met his as he removed her breasts from their entrapment and the look of insecurity in her eyes made him hesitate for a second. Then he glanced downwards and got a view of her perfect – absolutely perfect – breasts and thrill ran through him. A crushing need to taste her, to kiss every inch of her naked body and watch her face fall apart as he moved inside of her, flooded his senses.
The little princess that he had grown up with. That he had loved to hate. She was perfect. She was absolutely gorgeous. Which he couldn’t stop himself from saying out loud.
She laughed softly, his choice of word funny, but mostly the laughter was due to the relief that came with him liking what he was seeing. She was so afraid he would be disappointed. “Magnificent, huh?”
“Fucking marvelous,” he said with a boyish grin that had her melting in his arms.
She looked him straight in the eye and told him seriously. “Touch me, Max.”
He swallowed. He had been with a lot of women, but for some reason he was nervous. He just really didn’t want to screw this up.
Keeping his eyes on her face, he moved his thumb across her nipple, feeling it go hard beneath his touch.
She whimpered, trying to inch closer to him which had the lower part of her body wriggling around in an area where he was highly sensitive at the moment. The movements caused him to spin on his heels and drop her on the bed with a groan, his own body falling on top of hers as it was pulled down by her legs still wrapped around his waist.
He lifted his body slightly off hers, missing the feel of her naked breasts pressed up against his chest immediately. Resting his weight on his elbows, he cradled her face between his hands and pushed the hair away from her face.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered and then groaned as she pushed her hips up against his. “Christ.”
“I won’t,” she answered and then pushed at him so he fell over onto his back.
Surprise written all across his face, he watched her as she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. This put her breast pretty much on a level with his eyes and before he was able to stop himself he leaned forward and pulled one nipple into his mouth.
Liz head fell backwards as she leaned into his mouth. Her whole body tingled. Goosebumps raced across her skin as his hands moved up along the sides of her abdomen, pulling her upper body even closer to him.
His tongue slowly trailed down the center of her stomach, tickling her bellybutton before he moved back and looked up at her. His breathing was loud in his ears, his heart throbbing hard against his ribs as he stared up at the goddess straddling him.
She pushed his hands to the sides and placed her hands on his chest, inhaling deeply as she moved her fingers across the ridges of his upper body. She wondered how his skin could be so soft, yet when she pressed on it there was only muscular hardness underneath.
Max watched her face intently as she ran her fingers across his chest. The combination of her languid strokes with the emotions flickering across her face only served to further heighten his sexual excitement.
Then she bent her head and his eyes closed with a moan as her wet mouth touched his skin. The tip of her tongue circled his nipple, which had him restlessly moving on the bed as he hardened, if possible, even more.
Her tongue trailed down his abdomen, mimicking what she had done to him earlier, and stopped as she reached the upper border of his jeans. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, breathing in and out, before he felt her hands opening the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. He fisted the sheet in his hands to stop himself from flipping her over and driving into her right there and then. He didn’t know what had happened to his beautifully constructed control. He felt like he completely had lost his grip on everything.
He lifted his hips off the bed to help her remove the jeans. As he looked up and met her eyes, the air left his lungs.
Her eyes were large and dark. Her lips red and her face flushed.
She was gorgeous.
Her mouth was slightly open and her breasts moved up and down with each shallow breath. But there was something about the way she was looking at him that told him to take over.
Using his elbows, he pushed himself up into sitting position, coming face to face with her. He took a hold of her hips and pulled her as close to him as he could and then smiled gently at her as his thumbs brushed across her flustered cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
She was acutely aware of each breath she took since her almost painful nipples rubbed against his chest with every one. She could feel how much he wanted her pressing up against her and it felt like she was going to explode any second.
She gave him a weak, breathless smile. “Peachy.”
He pulled her mouth to his, fusing their lips together and coaxing her body to move against his with restrained passion.
Still kissing her, and supporting her back and head, he turned them around and lowered her onto her back. He pulled away from her lips and sat back, straddling her thighs. Looking at her closely, he moved his hands to the button of her jeans and pushed it open. She consistently looked into his eyes, her eyelids growing heavier along with her breathing as he pulled the zipper down and took a hold of the top of her jeans to pull them down her hips.
He momentarily stood up to completely remove her pants, before he crawled back onto the bed, his eyes still locked with hers. His hands feathered along her hips, over the only piece of fabric that was still covering her and pushed his hands inside her panties, just over her hip bone, pulling the piece of fabric downwards.
A tremble went through her body and he focused on her eyes again. “Do you want to stop?”
She bit her lower lip, restless energy rushing through her, torturing her. Knowing that he was the only one that could fix it, she shook her head.
His fingers feathered along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving slowly towards the apex of her legs.
Her hips impatiently rose from the bed. “Please,” she mumbled, her eyes now closed.
He pulled away and bent down to retrieve his wallet from the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liz lean up on her elbows, watching him as he dropped his boxers and put the condom on.
Liz stared at him, wondering how this was going to work. He was too big. It was going to hurt. But for some reason she didn’t really care. Right now he was taking too long time.
“Hurry,” she moaned, which elicited a smile from him as he crawled on top of her, flushing every naked inch of skin of his body with every naked inch of skin of hers.
He positioned himself at her entrance, dipping into her slightly, which caused her breast to arch up into his chest.
He kissed her. Christ, she tasted good.
His lips brushing against hers with every word, he looked her deeply in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Make love to me,” she whispered in a tone that gripped his heart. “Don’t go slow.”
Kissing her again, he pushed into her hard.
It was when he moved through her still intact hymen that the world came crashing down around him. He stopped, watching in something akin to horror the pain flash across her face, and he whispered, “Jesus, Lizzie.”
She looked up at him, a lonesome tear running out of the corner of her eye. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked.
She nodded wordlessly. It was not like she could fool him any longer.
“Why did you tell me that you were not?”
She had anticipated him to perhaps be angry with her. She had not expected the sadness and pain in his eyes.
“To shut you up,” she said carefully.
She could feel him so acutely inside of her. He wasn’t moving a millimeter, yet there was no mistaking that he was inside of her. A feeling that was amazing at the same time as it was scary. And a fear that he was going to pull out just because she had lied to him gripped her heart.
She watched him swallow and close his eyes. She felt him breathe deeply as his torso moved against hers, the friction heavenly and bittersweet.
His eyes opened, regret floating in the spheres of golden amber. “It was not supposed to happen this way. Not your first time.”
She grabbed the back of his head then, threaded her fingers through his dark hair and pulled his reluctant head towards hers. Catching his lips with hers, she kissed him thoroughly, trying to pour every ounce of desire into that kiss.
“I want you, Max. Please. Move.”
He couldn’t help but smile at the command in her voice because it sounded so much like the girl he fought with on a daily basis. And it was just what he needed to hear to relax.
And with that he pulled out of her slightly, only to push right back in. She gasped at the sensation, her body protesting ever so slightly with pain with each movement, but the feeling of having him moving inside of her soon overrode the soreness.
He was gentle with her at the same time as he was passionate. He kissed every part of her face, her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, lips, as they together built up towards the climax. His large warm hands caressed her arms, bringing them up above her head and lacing their fingers together as their bodies moved faster. His fingers feathered down the inside of her arms to brush along the sides of her upper body, slowly moving up and down, while his tongue made love to her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, brushed across her nipples and moved upwards to cradle her face.
Amongst moans and gasping sounds that sounded very much like names, Liz Parker fell apart in Max Evans’ arms.
As their bodies, tired and sweaty, came down from the high, Max gently kissed Liz’s mouth. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
Tears because she had inadvertently caused him pain and regret, but mostly because she realized that he might not have taken it this far if he had known that she was a virgin.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his hands floating down her abdomen, unbeknownst to him causing her to react to him all over again.
“No,” she answered, caressing his lips with the tip of her finger, a touch of wonder in her movements.
He was beautiful. He thought that he had hurt her, but he had taken care of her better than anyone else ever could have.
“It should’ve been with someone you loved,” Max said, shamefully averting his eyes from hers as he uttered the words.
A cold shiver had goosebumps break out across her skin at the vulnerability in his voice and she shook her head. “I’m glad it was you.”
He looked up at her with confusion and before he could say anything, she smiled at him gently. “I wanted it to be you.”
Those had been the last words exchanged between the two lovers. Liz had fallen asleep curled up in Max’s arms, but when he had woken up three hours later she had been gone. He had found her sleeping in her own bed and had gone back to his own cold bed with a crumbling heart.
Max never knew that Liz had watched him for an hour before leaving the warm comfort of his body. He never knew that she had traced her finger down his bare chest, softly crying about what had happened.
He never knew that she had fallen hard for him that night. He never knew that she had been denying her feelings up until that point, but after that night there was no way she could deny that she was in love with him.
Max only subconsciously knew how Liz had kissed his lips, had stroked the hair away from his forehead and then whispered ‘I’m sorry’, as he was in deep sleep. He never knew how she had curled up into a ball in the middle of the cold bed in the room assigned to her, shaking with silent tears. He never knew that she had been awake when he quietly pushed the door open to look in, as she was holding her breath and biting her lip until she drew blood to stop herself from calling him over.
He never knew.
Michael returned home early in the morning, leaving no chance for Max to talk to Liz. It was like it never happened.