One Thing (AU, M/L, Adult) 7/11/09 Chpt 9*complete*
Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:47 pm
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Title: One Thing
Author: Hunter
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell
Summary: Max is a matchmaker and Liz is a non beleiver, Max is determined to make Liz beleive in love after meeting her at some club and finds himself falling for her hard...
Rating: Adult
Pairing: M/L
Author's Note: Just a fluff fic based on Amerie's song One Thing and the day we all call Valentine's day. I had posted a fic before but changed it because I wasn't satisfied with it. This is the reposted story with a different spin on it.
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Chapter one
Max observed the female who was engrossed with talking to her bunch of friends. She was short, of a average build, grey eyes and wore nothing but silk. She also had a big bust which was very hard to miss even if you weren't looking. He checked out the outfit she was wearing and smirked. "La Femme, one shouldered sapphire blue chiffon dress, page twenty eight...girl's knows her thing."
"How the hell do you know that?". Came the surprised remark of Alex Whitman who sat at the bar besides Max.
"I have my sources." Max smoothly replied, lifting his glass of champagne and drinking it.
"Oh man." Alex rubbed his sweaty palms together. "Should I just ask her out?".
"No." Max said, settling his glass down.
"Why?". Alex quizzed. "I mean, we have to ask the girls out to actually be with them don't we?".
Max shook his head no. "Alex, it's time for you to stop following the stereotype and learn how really to charm a woman. "He said, putting an arm around Alex's shoulders and looking at the blonde again. "You don't want to scare her with your cheesy chat up lines now do you?".
"Erm no." Alex replied in a shaky breath.
"Good, now first things first. We sit and wait till our chances comes. Think like a tiger...wait for the right moment."
"But we're gunna waste time...other men will jump her bones." Alex protested. "I really want this woman. I'm in love with her for god's sake."
"Stop moaning." Max replied. "That put's women off."
"But they moan don't they?". Alex questioned. "I mean the nagging wife..."
Max tried not to laugh. "Boy you got it all wrong...anyway..just watch." Max turned Alex's face at the blonde. "Observe her body movements."
"Observe." Alex murmured.
"See, she's keeps playing with her hands.." Max said quietly. "Which means she's nervous or bored..waiting for something to happen. Something really...wicked."
"By wicked you mean.."
"Something that will literally make her slip."
Alex narrowed his eyes at Max. "And what is that Maxwell Evans?".
Max grinned as a bigger guy, much bigger then Alex approached the woman and started to sweet talk her. Max laughed when she rejected him and tried to move away from the begging guy whose face had turned red in embarrassment after she said something to him. "This guys stands no chance." He said to himself.
"I hope that's not me in the future." Alex remarked, starting at the scene.
The blonde found a seat and sat down, putting her right leg on top of her left. "She's in the closure stage."
"The what stage?".
"She's kind of fed up with the boring guys." Max said. "She doesn't want to go to bed tonight well.... atleast not yet."
"Aw man."
"Don't worry, she's looking around searching for the perfect candidate."
"Dude...what are we waiting for?".
"Go..now’s your chance...but remember..no compliments. Insult her. It's the best way to get a woman's attention." Max pushed Alex forward. "Go!".
"Insult her?". Alex trembled and almost felt onto a couple of dancers and then moved away from the dance floor and towards the woman. You can do this Alex...He forced himself to ease up.
When he reached the woman, he remembered Max's words and then sat by the woman who looked at him once.
Max watched intently as Alex sat in silence opposite the blonde who had her arms folded by now. "Come on Alex..." Max said, praying that his friend would have some luck.
Alex looked at the blonde again. "Nice outfit." He said. "Shame, the Armani millennium would have suited you better..." Alex picked up a glass from a waiter holding a tray and then took a sip. "I don't suppose you are a chick with an unlimited amount of cash..." He forced himself to give her a disapproving look. If this ended up with him getting slapped at the end of the night, Max was not going to get away with it.
The blonde glared at him. "Are you talking to me?".
Alex put the glass down on the table and looked around before answering. "I don't see another blonde with a hand me down blue dress so yeah, I'm taking to you."
"For your information Mister, I happen to be wearing one of the exclusive designs in the fuckin country...you don't know what I own in my closet." She sat up straight, engaging herself completely in the conversation.
"If you say so.." Alex shrugged. "I'm just accustomed to see women in the finest piece of clothing." Alex sighed and pretended he was recalling a certain memory. "My last girlfriend...ah...what a beauty. Shame she got so dull in bed."
The blonde gasped. "Are you bitching about your ex girlfriend to me?".
"No." Alex said in a casual manner. "I'm just merely recalling the good times of my life. I'm sure you also have some...well...good times.."
Another guy, the same guy who tried to get lucky with her approached her. "Is this fucker bothering you?".
"You fuck off." The blonde hissed at the bigger guy. "Leave me the fuck alone."
Alex laughed, causing both of them to look at him. "I don't see why you're going for her....there's so many other prettier women out here."
"There is?" The dumb bigger guy asked, interested.
"Yeah, go have a good look...you might end up with three girls." Alex winked.
"Yeah." He nodded before staggering off the dance floor.
"I can't believe you just did that." The blonde looked at Alex in disbelief. "Now he's going to bother more poor innocent girls such as myself."
"Erm..correction...dumbass will get so many slaps..his face would be throbbing for a month." Alex laughed. "Fucker's got no chance here."
"Humpfff." The blonde lay back but then to Alex's surprise she unfolded her legs.
"I wonder though, why are you here?". Alex said. "This place isn't fit for a homely woman."
"I'm not homely."
"You look it."
"I'm not."
"Did you get a boob job.." Alex said pointing at her tits. "They look so fake and...a huge turnoff."
The blonde looked at her breasts and touched them. "They're fucking real." She defended herself. "You can touch them to find out."
"I'd rather not." Alex said, making sure he looked bored.
"Please touch them." She said and got up from her seat. She pulled Alex up and placed his hands on her tits. "They're so real."
Alex rubbed her hard nipples with his thumb but remembered not to get too attached straight away and removed his hands. "Well...they feel.." Before he could continue his comment, the blonde grabbed him and crashed her lips onto his own, knocking the wind out of him.
Max cheered and raised his glass in the air before tipping the drink in his mouth. "Yaay, that's my boy."
"Typical." A woman's voice next to him said.
Max turned around to see a brunette female flipping through the pages of her diary before closing it and looking at him. "You must be?".
"Forget the introduction." She looked at him. "You really think it's easy to worm your way into someone's heart?". She had heard the conversation between this amber eyed man and his lanky friend. Never in her life had she wanted to laugh.
"Well if the vibe is right and you say the right things..then yeah." Max answered the sceptical brunette. He wondered who she was. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and she wore a cream white blouse with a medium length dark skirt which hugged her curves in the right places. But she wasn't dressed up in club attire. It looked like she came straight from work...judging by her clothes..she worked in an office and loved her job..or hated it.
She scoffed. "Huh..yeah right..you guys only want one thing."
"Yeah?". Max challenged. "And what is that?".
She rolled her eyes causing Max to stiffen, he had never been challenged...ever. No woman had questioned his theory which would make this feisty brunette the first. "Are you so dumb you need me to spell it out for you?".
Slightly offended, Max drew back. "You don't believe in love?".
"I'd like to think it more as..." She sighed and shook her head. "Fulfilling ones physical appetite. Just like your friend there."
Max glanced at Alex and the blonde who was making out like no tomorrow. Max smiled and looked back at the woman.
"Yes, they'd go to a room and fuck like bunnies until one of them get's bored of the other then it's all heartbreak for the one who is still holding on.."
"That's not true." Max denied.
"The bitter truth is that the Eros kind of love does not exist in the real world." She gathered her stuff. "You better believe it before you get yours broken to...that is...if you even have one."
"Ah..." Max tried not to look insulted. "You must have been pretty broken up bad."
"You don't know the half of it." She answered back while getting off her stool.
"Love does exist you know?". Max said, trying to hold her back before she left.
She looked at him with a sarcastic smile. "Huh...I bet it does." She said and turned around leaving a shocked Max gawping at her.
"I'm going to make you believe in love." He said, gulping the last of his drink down and vowing to find this woman again, whoever she was.
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A/N: Shall I continue?