Winner - Round 6
Round 3 Winner
Round 2 Winner
Max punches Michael and kisses Liz in the hallway at school.
Round 1 Winner
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Cover Art by ChrissyP47
Author: Debbi aka Breathless
Category: Max and Liz, And I guess it's AU
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Roswell, or anyone associated with it. Jason Katim, 20th Century Fox, and UPN own that mess.
Summary: This story takes place during senior year at West Roswell High. There was never a shooting at the Crashdown Café. Liz Parker was never shot, and Max Evans never had to save her life. Consequentially, the word never spread of a strange happening in a little town in New Mexico, because it never happened. Nasedo never heard about it, so he never showed up. He never brought that blonde bitch – um, Tess, with him. Max never lost his virginity to Tess, because she never showed up. Max never got Tess pregnant because, well, you get the gist.
Max, Michael and Isabel have no idea what they are or where they came from, or why they are here. All they know for sure is that they are not of this world, and they’ve been hiding their entire lives.
Parts 1-56
Maxeo and Lizziet
Part 57
Max spread his jacket over the rock floor of the pod chamber and watched it settle into place. His eyes darted to Liz, and when he saw her relaxed stance, her calm demeanor, he calmed down, too. Just a little. God knew, when he was around Liz, he could never calm down completely.
“So . . .” he shifted from one foot to the other.
“Do you understand how this works?” Liz asked, and stepped closer to him. He couldn’t help but groan at their close contact.
“Not really,” Max admitted. “But when we kiss . . .” he groaned again when she stepped into him. “When we’re close, you seem to be able to tap into my mind, to reach back to a time – before I remember.”
“Maybe when we connected, in my dressing room during the play,” Liz slipped an arm around his waist, “maybe that connection is what let us share the dream tonight.”
“Maybe,” Max brushed his lips across her forehead, then down her cheek, then back to her ear, where he whispered in a husky tone, “Maybe we’re on the same wavelength now.”
“Oh,” Liz sighed and bent her head back to open her throat to him. “I definitely think we’re on the same wavelength.”
Max kissed down the skin of her throat, while his hands roamed over her back, her sides, her hips, feeling her ribs under the thin shirt she was wearing. His shirt, he remembered. She was wearing his shirt. Maybe he should take it off her. Yeah, he suckled on her throat, taking her shirt off seemed like a really good idea. His hands bunched up the fabric at the lower hem and slowly pulled upwards.
Liz felt the material glide up her body and they broke off their heated kiss so he could lift it over her head. He let it fall to the floor behind him and looked at Liz appraisingly, liking what he saw. Her pajama bottoms rode low on her hips and her tank top stopped just above her navel, giving him an enticing view of her flat belly.
“That’s much better,” he breathed out and nuzzled her neck again. His hands went to her hips, letting his fingers glide along her soft skin, sending tingling waves of warmth straight through her.
“What about you?” Liz sighed. God, his hands were so amazing.
“What about me?” Max kissed along her shoulder, nudging aside the thin strap of her tank top until it fell to rest against her upper arm.
“Take this off,” Liz tugged on his shirt. He raised his arms and she pulled it up and over his head, and then it was her turn to rake her eyes over him. The sight of his naked chest, so broad and muscular, made her pulse quicken in expectation.
Max touched her throat with his hand and let his fingers slide downward, feeling her rapid pulse beating under her skin, then moving lower to the hollow at the base of her throat, then downward, following an enticing line of cleavage. His eyes dropped to follow the progress of his hand, and then his face filled with surprise.
“What?” Liz asked, a little breathless. She dropped her eyes to see what he was staring at, and then she saw it too.
“You’re glowing,” Max said softly, with an undertone of awe in his voice. Her skin was glowing everywhere his fingers touched her. His hand moved up her chest, along her shoulder, then down her arm, leaving a trail of glowing skin in his wake. He suddenly looked into her eyes, with the awe giving way to concern, and he asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Liz shook her head quickly. “It feels warm, and it tingles, everywhere you touch me.”
“Yeah?” a nervous smile flashed over his face.
“Yeah,” Liz nodded, and raised her fingertips to touch his chest. She trailed her fingers along his skin, but she couldn’t make him glow. Disappointed, she said, “I can’t do it to you.”
His hand covered hers and lifted it to his lips, kissing her fingertips tenderly. “I’m glowing everywhere. You just can’t see it. It’s on the inside.”
“Really?” she looked at him hopefully.
“Really,” Max smiled down at her.
They moved even closer together, staring into each others eyes, touching each other, caressing soft skin and muscular flesh, with their lips coming together again, sealing their love with a kiss. His fingers threaded into her hair, holding the back of her head, with his kiss gradually turning from tender to tumultuous. He couldn’t hold the passion in. He clutched her to him tightly, and then he lowered her to the floor.
His hand touched the jacket he had spread out a few minutes earlier, and changed it to a soft cushion they could lie on. He eased her down, only lifting his lips from hers when her head come in contact with the cushion. Her hair spread out to frame her face and he wondered if she had ever looked more beautiful. He gazed down at her, seeing the luminance from the pods reflecting on her face, highlighting the innocence, the openness, her unadulterated acceptance of him, and he filled with a sense that everything was finally right in his life.
Being with her, loving her, being loved by her, it was what was meant to be.
Her hand threaded into his hair and brought him down to her, joining their lips together again. Max kissed her hard, pouring out his passion for her, telling her with a touch and a caress of his love for her. His body pressed hers down into the cushion, feeling the softness of her feminine curves beneath him, and feeling the answering hardness in his own body.
“Max . . .” Liz sighed when he let her take a breath. His head lowered to her throat where he nuzzled at her skin, while his hand did some roaming, moving up her side, over her ribs, rising higher to cup her breast. His head lowered more, kissing a trail down her chest while his hand curled around the upper edge of her tank top, pulling it down to expose her breast to his wandering mouth. She sighed again when his lips closed over her rapidly hardening nipple, and moaned even louder when he sucked her into his mouth.
“Oh . . . Oh, Max,” Liz arched upward, at the same time pressing her hand against the back of his head. He could feel her pulling his hair, but he didn’t care. It just served to heighten the sensation. He suckled at her, first the right side, then the left, enjoying the sensual moans that bubbled from her throat.
“Max –” she cried out, and then he shifted and his mouth was on hers again, cutting her cry off, kissing her with heated passion. His body pressed against her, showing her just how strongly she affected him. Her hand brushed along the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans, and the intensity of his reaction sent her another flash . . .
Four alien figures worked frantically at oddly shaped control panels in a vain effort to prevent the ship from plummeting to the ground. Their fathomless black eyes showed no emotion, even though their demise was eminent. The desert floor loomed large in the view screen and then the ship hit hard, breaking apart on impact.
Bodies flew through the air . . . small bodies . . . frail bodies . . .alien bodies . . .
“Max!” Liz tore her mouth away from his. “Did you see?”
“See what?” Max asked, panting heavily. “Did you get a flash?”
She nodded excitedly. “It was the crash! I think I saw the crash!”
“Anything else?” he anxiously hovered above her.
“We should keep going,” Liz urged and pulled him back down to her.
His heart rate revved even higher and he eagerly complied with her urgent request. His lips crashed against hers, while his hands roamed freely, down her back and over the curve of her butt. She was just as adventurous, letting her hands travel up and down the bare skin of his back, his sides, his taut stomach, then dipping below the waistband of his jeans.
“Max –” Liz mumbled against his lips.
“Yeah?” he moved downward, headed down to taste her breast again. He took her into his mouth yet again, lingering on her nipple, feeling it harden into a rigid peak, marveling that he could do this to her. For years he never thought he’d get a chance to make this dream a reality, and now that it was, he was swept away by the passion.
“The beings on your ship,” she said between heated breaths, “they didn’t look like us.”
“How’d they look?” he asked around a mouthful of Liz.
“Like, you know,” she raked her fingers through his hair. “Classic aliens, I guess. Little skinny things, with big – oh . . . oh . . . I like that . . .” she groaned when he touched a particularly sensitive spot.
“With big what?” Max muttered, then flicked his tongue around her nipple in a circle.
“Heads,” Liz sputtered out and reached for the front of his pants. “They had big heads.”
With her hand cupping the outside of his pants, he could relate to big heads. His was growing by the second.
“Eyes, too,” she sighed. “They had big black eyes. There – there were four of them,” Liz groped for the button on his jeans. “Why – why do you think they looked different from you?”
“I don’t know,” Max tore his mouth away from her. “What do you think?” He wanted to ravish her, to possess her, to bury himself inside her, but he couldn’t deny that what she was saying was fascinating.
“If you came from another planet,” Liz said, going into scientific mode, “chances are, you didn’t look like this.”
“Look like . . .” Max started to repeat and then stopped. That sounded right, as if he should know that already. The memory was there, just beyond his reach, the memory that would make sense of all this.
Liz let her mind run with the possibilities. She lay on her back staring up at Max, with her tank top pulled low to expose her breasts, her nipples hard points from his lavish attention, but at the moment neither of them noticed. “What if they had to make you look human, so you would fit in,” Liz suggested, now with a sparkle in her eyes. “I mean, if you were three feet tall and green, you probably wouldn’t have blended in too well.”
“You’re right,” Max let out a little laugh at her joking tone.
“We’re in AP Biology,” she prodded him. “We should be able to hypothesize here. How would you explain this based on the evidence presented so far?”
Max couldn’t help the smile that flashed across his face. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you talk scientist talk?” he teased her and tried to kiss her on the lips.
“You’re making fun of me now,” Liz, very unscientifically, pinched him on the chest.
“Ouch!” he rubbed the spot, then cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb. “How do you like it?” he kissed her pouting lips.
“Actually,” she smiled at him devilishly, “I like it very much. But back to the matter at hand –”
“I thought this was ‘the matter at hand’,” Max teased her again and laid a kiss on her erect nipple.
“Max!” she scolded.
“Okay!” he laughed, and listed the facts as he knew them. “I came here from another planet. I probably didn’t look like this there. They would have had to change us, to make sure we fit in without drawing attention. To make us look human, they would have had to . . . to . . . what?” Max asked aloud. Liz raised an eyebrow and a sudden thought struck him. “Clone us? Do you think they cloned us, using human DNA?”
“We can already clone sheep,” Liz said, thinking that was definitely a possibility. “An advanced race, one capable of interstellar travel, might have the technology already perfected. Take the DNA from a human donor, add in the alien DNA they wanted to preserve, and presto,” Liz waved her hand through the air, “you’ve got an alien /human hybrid. Human on the outside, alien on the inside.”
“You think I’m a hybrid?” Max asked, not sure how he felt about that. He always thought he was an alien that just looked human, but what she said made more sense. And that meant his wish to be human was at least partly true. He warmed to the idea.
“It would explain why the girl in the book looks exactly like my grandmother,” Liz answered. “And maybe why we’re so connected,” Liz finished in a softer tone.
“What do you mean?” Max asked, with his full attention on her face.
“If Avianna was created using my grandmother’s DNA, then that would explain why the drawing in the book looked exactly like the photo of my grandmother. And genetically, I’d be her descendant,” Liz answered and watched his face for a reaction. A smile began to play at his lips as fragments of what he’d learned while growing in the pod began to resurface.
“Maybe that’s how I knew you,” Max whispered in growing clarity. “I was connected to her before she died, a link that bound us together even though we were physically separated by the pods. I sensed her biological signature and knew that it was weakening. I felt her die, but I also felt it years later when you were born. Maybe it rekindled the link that we shared because her DNA flows through you. All I know is that I knew you the moment I saw you, Liz, and I’ve loved you ever since. I knew you were the one I waited for all those long years.”
“But I’m not Avianna,” Liz said with sorrow in her voice. “I can’t be her for you.”
“I don’t want you to be,” Max cupped her cheek gently. “I’m not Zan of Antar, either. I’m just Max Evans, a slightly green around the gills human hybrid, in love with the prettiest little scientist the world has ever seen.”
She blushed at that and bit at her lower lip, and Max couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned close to her ear with a mischievous smile on his face and said, “Extrapolate some more theories for me, Liz. I love it when you talk dirty.”
Liz laughed at his teasing and pinched him on the chest again, which sent his libido into overdrive. She really had no idea just how sexy her throaty laughter was, or how her intelligence turned him on. He pressed his lips against hers, deciding he would just have to show her.
It wasn’t long before his kisses burned like fire, scorching a blazing trail of desire deep into her soul. Heat pooled between her legs under the fiery passion of his unrelenting assault, climbing to heights he had sent her to only once before. Her body begged for his touch and he willingly obliged, cupping her breast, then sliding his hand lower to her ribs so his mouth could suckle her once again.
Her breathing became more labored as his hand slowly moved downward, gliding over her stomach, pausing briefly at the waistband of her pajamas, while his tongue did amazing things to her highly sensitive nipple.
“Yes,” she cooed involuntarily, totally swept away by the things he was doing to her. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, “Don’t stop . . .”
Encouraged to continue, Max slipped his hand under her waistband and moved slowly downward, over her heated flesh, down through a patch of curls, until his fingers slipped between her wet lips. She let out a whimper of pleasure as soon as he touched her, and it almost made him climax on the spot.
“Oh . . . Oh Max . . .” she moaned in growing sexual arousal. Her hips bucked up to meet his hand while his fingers explored this new found Mecca, and he let out an answering moan of his own.
“You’re so . . . so . . .” his mouth found hers again, cutting off his own words in his urgent need to kiss her, while he touched the places he’d only read about in books before. “You feel so good . . . so . . . good . . .”
“Max . . .” Liz panted in short gasps. “Oh . . . yes . . . there . . . right there . . . right . . . there . . .”
His fingers, coated with her wetness, slid along her feminine folds. He held back the desire to dip inside her, choosing instead to concentrate on the bundle of nerves he’d read would give her so much pleasure. He was so focused on her, it took him a minute to realize she’d opened the zipper of his pants and set him free from the restraints.
“God, Liz,” Max mumbled against her mouth. “You’re so wet . . .”
“Max . . .” his stroking fingers turned her panting into gasps. Her hips moved in rhythm to his hand, urging him on. “Faster . . . yes . . . just like that. Oh god, Max . . . just like that!”
Her hand was on him, too, pumping his erection while he stimulated her clitoris, or pleasure point, or whatever name the book gave it. He took her to the precipice of sexual bliss, and his magical fingers pushed her over.
“Max!” her hips slammed up into his hand. He could feel her entire body quivering and her throat let out the most sensual sounds he’d ever heard. Her hand convulsively tightened around the head of his erection, which stood at full attention, and a strangled cry of his own announced his potent release. Her hand slid easily along his well lubricated shaft now, and he came a second time, and then a third, or maybe it was just the once, lasting for an incredibly long time.
The intensity of their encounter caused the chamber to fill with light radiating from their bodies, and once again forged a bond between them, with Max opening his mind, laying bare his soul, allowing Liz to see the things even he didn’t know existed . . .
Their virginal blood spilled across the dark sand, but it lay forgotten in the ecstasy of their joining. Their bodies sang to each other, Zan to his Avianna, Avianna to her Zan, their bond now sealed forever. The stars gleamed down upon them from the heavens, sparkling like diamonds in a velvet sea, shining on their blessed union.
Climatic waves crashed over the young prince and his bride as their joining reached fruition, quivering ecstasy, tumultuous harmony, joyous melody, a bonding of a love to last all time. Avianna caressed the face of her beloved, lying within the warm circle of his arms.
“Tell me it will always be this way,” she asked for his pledge.
“Always,” Zan vowed. “We are one. Now and forever. Nothing can keep us apart, not kinsmen, not countries, not worlds separated by the void of space. You are mine, Avianna, and I am yours . . . forever.”
They came out of the shared flash overcome with emotion, awash in physical sensation, blossoming with a love that couldn’t be contained.
“Oh god, Liz,” he whimpered against her throat. Did she have any idea what she did to him? How she made him feel? It wasn’t until he calmed down a little that he realized she was still quivering beneath him. His hand still covered her mound, sending small bursts of power into her through his palm.
He pulled his hand away quickly and Liz cried out once she caught her breath, “Oh my God, Max! Did you do that?”
“Do what?” Max said weakly, almost afraid to ask. Had he done something freaky to her?
“Have I ever told you before that – You have the most incredible hands!”
“I do?” He was just as breathless as she was, but it couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over his face. “Your hands are pretty incredible, too,” he said with a blush burning his cheeks. She was still gripping him tightly, and his erection felt like it wasn’t going away any time soon.
“Liz,” Max said huskily, grabbing at her pajama bottoms and wanting to rip them from her body. The vision was still vivid in his mind, Zan making love to Avianna, and the echo of emotions surged through him, wanting – needing – to bond with Liz in the same way. Just the thought of lying naked with her was enough to make his body beg for more. “I want to make love to you,” he pleaded between heated kisses. “I came prepared this time –”
His plea was cut off when they both heard it, the low steady beeping from somewhere in the depths of the chamber, slowly growing louder. They tore their lips away from each other and listened.
Something was calling them.
