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Warning: Sexual Content M/F
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Guy was pacing the room nervously; she had been in there for several minutes, what was going on. He pulled back the covers from the king-size bed, the prefect place for them to begin their life together, the mahogany columns and headboard spoke volumes of eternity, solid, forever. He had purchased a Beethoven CD to play, as well as some candles to create that ‘romance in the air’ feeling. For that final touch, he placed a single red rose on her pillow.
He stood by the door; his muscles were shaking, not only from the cool air in the room, since he only had on his boxes, but also from the tension. Then slowly the door opened as she walked out, she was wearing her long tailed red shirt, but the rest of her clothes were in her hands as she laid them on the vanity in the dressing area. Guy smiled at the sight; her dark hair hung loose the length reaching below the middle of her back. She went to him, willing and in peace with herself, holding out her hand she lead the way to the bed.
They had both imagined this moment in their private thoughts and dreams, each separate but now together. They slipped into the bed together, both nervous, as if they had never made love before. Guy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, never wanting to close the feel of her in his arms again. She could feel the heat of his arousal, as he began nibbling at her neck gently; his hands ran down her side, over her hip as he gathered the shirt material up exposing her naked backside. He undid the two buttons, trying to contain himself from jumping her immediately; he wanted this to be an experience they both would never forget. It was not just about sex that night, but eternal love, their love together.
Elizabeth’s mind clouded over as the waves of lust hit her midsection, rippling outwards. Guy was incredibly gentle as he kissed and caressed her, He dropped the shirt down her shoulders and off her back, flinging it off the bed as he kissed, nibble and licked her body, not forgoing even one small inch. Then slowly, he rolled her onto her back, parting her legs with his knee.
Somehow, in all the kissing, hand wanderings, and nibbling, Guy’s shorts had dropped down past his knees as he easily shucked them off, also flinging them into a corner. Elizabeth, surprised at her own boldness and sexual arousal, had her hand on his cock, spreading the pre-cum over the tip and running her nails down its length.
Guy let his hand drop lower as his fingers grazed against her; she could feel the searing heat of his touch as he slowly began to enter. Her hips instinctively bucked up to meet this new pleasure, as he stroked her releasing the moisture from within. Her body began to shake, her breath labored, within seconds she crashed; her walls grabbed his finger tightly. After s few seconds she relaxed, her face and upper chest was flushed red from the sexual escapade.
He smiled down at her, as he removed his fingers ‘Let me show you how much I love you,’ he whispered, moving his body into place. Elizabeth could feel his erection pressing against her sex, she bit her lip, waiting for that first intrusion, despite her age and childbirth, she was still very tight. He locked eyes with her, and then taking her in a full kiss he entered slowly, feeling her moan under him writhing slightly, as her body made room for him. Once fully sheath he waited as she adjusted to him.
She stared into his eyes where she saw the love that he professed intermixed with need, loneliness and want. In her eyes, he saw the dormant passion of the woman once again come to life.
He kissed her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks; slowly he felt her relax under him, her hips slowly began to move, encouraging him on. He took long deep, slow strokes; with every stroke, she could feel pleasure building, a sensation he had all but forgotten. She took in every inch of him as she wrapped her arms around him, his rhythm increasing in speed and tempo. Her pelvis lifted to meet his, her legs wrapped around him pulling him in closer, deeper. Elizabeth arched her back, her head tiled backwards as she moaned and mewed shamelessly, he filled her body as well as her soul.
Then, both of them gasping, both ready for completion as she clutched to him, molding her body into his. It was almost too much for her to bear as her body tense and then trembled. Her cries were all he heard as he came deep inside her, cries of "I love you, I really do love you," drowning him as he felt her tears flood across his cheek, running down his neck. After a couple final thrusts, he carefully lowered himself on top of her, as they tired to catch their breath, his heart rhythmically pounded against hers.
Guy adjusted himself, pulling her to lie on top of his chest, as he felt her tears continue. He let her cry, for they were not tears this time of sadness but joy. Slowly the tension was released as he felt her muscles relax and she snuggled into him. He brushed back her hair and softly caressed her cheek, she looked up at him as he smiled and softly kissed her wavering lips. He then gently pushed her head back down onto his chest and kissed her hair stroking her back calming her. ‘Elizabeth’ his whispered softly “I will love you forever, never leave me again.” She smiled and nodded her head; she was now ready to accept him into her life, from that moment onwards.
A Roswellian Fantasy (Adult) Epilogue 4/20/06
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<center> ~ Epilogue~ </center>
Guy only had a week to stay with Elizabeth, as he needed to return to his job. In those seven days, they lived 70 years. He convinced her to come to Italy, a task that proved easier than he had envisioned. He would arrange for a divorce to be filed, no matter what the cost, however, if the enviable was to be, then he was willing to stay with her forever without a marriage between them.
Her passport had expired so he made sure it was sent in to be renewed before he left. In less than three months she should have the new one, a visa to Italy would be easy to obtain. Elizabeth watched his plane take off into the sunset that Sunday; she was in a fog as she made it back to the car. Once inside she bent over the steering wheel crying for what seemed like hours before she was able to compose herself to drive home.
The next two months were hell for her, they talked every minute they could on the computer and he send scandalous pictures of himself for her. She blushed furiously at each and everyone. She watched the Roswell DVD’s again, this time she saw it through new eyes, the hope, the desire, the true love and romance she had missed before.
One afternoon she arrived home to find two packages in the mail. The first was from a lawyer in Morocco. The letter enclosed informed her that her husband had been killed several months prior in a car bombing. The law firm was sorting out his business affairs between the wives when they came across divorce papers between the two. They enclosed those papers for her along with their condolences.
Elizabeth stared at the letter as she read the words again. The tears flowed in grief and sadness that day, even though their lives had gone into two different directions he was not a bad man in her opinion; she could not condemn his culture or beliefs for it was just as important to him as hers was to her. He did what he believed was right for those in need. She also cried for the freedom she now had.
The second package was her passport.
Elizabeth was 47 when she stepped off the plane in Italy and into Guy’s arms; she carried the divorce papers in her purse. That weekend they were married in a small country chapel, much like the one where Max and Liz had said their sacred vows.
In the years to follow, they had their difficulties like all couples, but they always found their way quickly back to each other, fights rarely lasting an hour or two. They still enjoyed the World of Roswell, Guy still wrote, but the Liz in his stories was now real. He encouraged her to once again take up the pen, as he supported her as much as she supported him.
In the hearts of Liz and Guy, Roswell was not a simplistic teenage love story of a fictional modern day Romeo and Juliet. For them, this was a mature love; a deep passionate love that time will test but not to be defeated. A love created from a simple television show, so innocent yet so complex and far reaching that it captured the imagination, hopes, and dreams of countless countries, lives, and intellects. A love that brought a woman bound in despair and tragedy out to the light of salvation and freedom. A love of eternal, a love of fire, and love few will know and even fewer will treasure. For Liz and Guy this was truly “A Roswellian Fantasy.”
FINIS
<center> ~ Epilogue~ </center>
Guy only had a week to stay with Elizabeth, as he needed to return to his job. In those seven days, they lived 70 years. He convinced her to come to Italy, a task that proved easier than he had envisioned. He would arrange for a divorce to be filed, no matter what the cost, however, if the enviable was to be, then he was willing to stay with her forever without a marriage between them.
Her passport had expired so he made sure it was sent in to be renewed before he left. In less than three months she should have the new one, a visa to Italy would be easy to obtain. Elizabeth watched his plane take off into the sunset that Sunday; she was in a fog as she made it back to the car. Once inside she bent over the steering wheel crying for what seemed like hours before she was able to compose herself to drive home.
The next two months were hell for her, they talked every minute they could on the computer and he send scandalous pictures of himself for her. She blushed furiously at each and everyone. She watched the Roswell DVD’s again, this time she saw it through new eyes, the hope, the desire, the true love and romance she had missed before.
One afternoon she arrived home to find two packages in the mail. The first was from a lawyer in Morocco. The letter enclosed informed her that her husband had been killed several months prior in a car bombing. The law firm was sorting out his business affairs between the wives when they came across divorce papers between the two. They enclosed those papers for her along with their condolences.
Elizabeth stared at the letter as she read the words again. The tears flowed in grief and sadness that day, even though their lives had gone into two different directions he was not a bad man in her opinion; she could not condemn his culture or beliefs for it was just as important to him as hers was to her. He did what he believed was right for those in need. She also cried for the freedom she now had.
The second package was her passport.
Elizabeth was 47 when she stepped off the plane in Italy and into Guy’s arms; she carried the divorce papers in her purse. That weekend they were married in a small country chapel, much like the one where Max and Liz had said their sacred vows.
In the years to follow, they had their difficulties like all couples, but they always found their way quickly back to each other, fights rarely lasting an hour or two. They still enjoyed the World of Roswell, Guy still wrote, but the Liz in his stories was now real. He encouraged her to once again take up the pen, as he supported her as much as she supported him.
In the hearts of Liz and Guy, Roswell was not a simplistic teenage love story of a fictional modern day Romeo and Juliet. For them, this was a mature love; a deep passionate love that time will test but not to be defeated. A love created from a simple television show, so innocent yet so complex and far reaching that it captured the imagination, hopes, and dreams of countless countries, lives, and intellects. A love that brought a woman bound in despair and tragedy out to the light of salvation and freedom. A love of eternal, a love of fire, and love few will know and even fewer will treasure. For Liz and Guy this was truly “A Roswellian Fantasy.”
FINIS