Smoldering (CC, M/L, Adult) complete - pg. 1 - 05/26/05

[femmenerd]

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Author: femmenerd aka Lucia
Title: “Smoldering”
Pairing: Max/Liz
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell and I bet that the networks wouldn’t want to own this!
Summary: This fic is not a traditional serial narrative although its timeline does move in chronological order. Although it was originally intended to be a one part smut bit, due to the egging on of the best of readers, it has grown into something else. This is a love story told in sex scenes. What I am trying to do here is explore the progression and depth of the relationship through the different ways they make love throughout their life together. Since sex can permuate so many aspects of our lives/relationships and because Max/Liz were such a charged couple, I am using this format to explore the multiple aspects of a connection between two people. So although it is not just about sex, there will be some kind of sexual intimacy in every chapter and it will be explicit. The format is a series of vignettes - peeks into the passionate world of Liz and Max over the years. Each part will be separated temporally by months or even years in the fictional timeline.


Part 1 "He's Always Watching"

Liz shut the door to her bedroom with a flourish. Thank god this day was over! It was so hot that she could hardly think straight. Her Crashdown uniform felt like it had managed to shrink somehow; the heat was causing it to cling to her body even more than usual. The teal material of the dress felt oppressive in the way that it stuck to her skin, working as a barrier between Liz and the slightly cooler night air.

It had been an unusually long and exhausting shift today. Between the way that her legs were working overtime running from table to table and the effort that her confused brain had had to put in trying to ignore the way that Max was pretending not to look at her from his usual booth, Liz felt like her whole self was buzzing with frantic energy. She was relieved when he finally took off and made his way to the UFO center but also at the same time sad to see him go. She could have sworn that he was about to talk to her before he left but instead he had simply given her one of those intense yet unreadable looks of his, his dark eyes smoldering as he gazed in her direction.

She groaned inwardly as she considered the biology homework that she really ought to get a start on. It was due the day after tomorrow but she generally liked to get her work done ahead of time. But tonight she felt as though her mind was slightly cooked, fricasseed by the New Mexico sun and all the emotional overload.

As she walked towards her open window, Liz once again found her thoughts drifting in the dangerous direction of Max Evans. They had only shared one kiss before he broke things off so abruptly, but it had changed everything for her. It was as if before that night on her balcony, her vision had been slightly fuzzy and the touch of his lips had brought everything into sharp focus. How could she have thought that she had ever really been kissed before? Standing looking up at the full moon, she absentmindedly touched her fingers to her lips, still feeling the sensual pressure of his mouth on hers. She could almost feel the intoxicating sensation of his strong hands moving across her skin, moving through her hair, igniting every follicle.

She sighed and lifted her arms to remove the ridiculous alien-themed headband from her head, tossing it on the dresser and then coming back up again to take the hair elastic out of her ponytail. She tossed her head, allowing her beautiful brown hair to explore its new found freedom. Dreamily she began to undo the buttons of her uniform, sighing as she felt a slight breeze move across her burning hot skin.

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Max closed the doors of the UFO center and searched for his keys in his jeans pocket before locking up for the night. As he walked the distance from the Center to his Jeep, he gazed up at the moon, basking in the silvery light raining down on the main street of Roswell. Didn’t they always say that the full moon made people restless? It definitely felt like it tonight. His blood was pulsing in his veins; he wasn’t sure how he would get to sleep tonight. And he really had to get working on that Bio assignment. He’d been a little confused by some of the stuff the teacher had been talking about in class today so he thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on the homework. But then, it was so hard for him to keep his mind on the lectures with Liz sitting there beside him every day in class, so close that he could reach out with his hand and touch her leg…..but he didn’t. He couldn’t, right?

He felt so confused. His heart had been regretting it ever since he told her that they needed to take a step back. Being close to her felt like sensory overdrive, making it hard for him to breathe properly. This was why they couldn’t be together. She was too distracting. But not being with her yet seeing her all the time was almost worse. All he could think about was touching her, feeling her body close to his, the taste of her lips…

He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. Ummm, the biology homework, yeah. He really needed some help with that. And Liz was so smart, and so patient. Maybe he should see if she wanted to study, if she could help him? They were friends after all.

He felt a magnetic pull draw his steps towards her balcony, causing his feet to climb up the ladder that led to her little patio.

He tilted his head up and found himself looking directly at her bedroom window. He let out a slight gasp as he took in the sight before him. She was standing at the window, looking up at the moon. Her hair was splayed out wild around her shoulders and she was unbuttoning her dress. A low groan escaped his lips.

Not knowing what to do, he quickly retreated into the shadows where she couldn’t see him. Thankfully, she sauntered away from the window and plopped herself unceremoniously on the bed. From his vantage point, he could see her but she couldn’t see him. But if he moved at all, he would run the risk of being in her view. Embarrassed at his predicament, he waited for a moment when he could escape. Not that he wanted to…

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Liz relaxed as she settled into the softness of her bed. She could do that assignment tomorrow. It would be okay. And besides she just needed some time to unwind.

As she closed her eyes, images flooded through her mind. The expression on Max’s face when he had looked at her this afternoon. She sometimes felt as though she could just get swallowed up in those eyes. It was infuriating. Even though he had said that he wanted things to slow down, the way that he looked at her seemed to contradict that statement. And she knew that he had felt it too, that night when they had kissed. The sweet wildness bubbling up from depths that she hadn’t even known existed within her. She shifted her body over the bedspread.

Eyes still closed, she began to remember the feel of her hands on his chest, the way his smooth muscled torso felt underneath his T-shirt. What did he look like underneath the shirt? She squirmed on the bed at the thought.

She could feel her thighs beginning to heat up and her face felt flushed. Unconsciously, she placed her small hand on the soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling an electric jolt as she fingers brushed the suddenly sensitive area.

In her mind’s eye, she could see his face inches from hers, breathless from a soul-shaking kiss. She could remember how he had stroked her jaw tenderly before kissing her again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring hers as the sensual contact made her whole body throb. She could feel herself getting wet now, dampening her white cotton panties. She whimpered just a tiny bit before tentatively stroking the outside of her underwear with a shaking finger.

She arched her back against the pillows as her imagination continued to run amok. If she concentrated hard enough, she could almost feel his lips grazing the skin of her neck, moving down lower with every kiss. With her free hand she began to lightly caress her left nipple through the flimsy material of her bra until it stood at attention. If only it were his lips, his tongue stimulating her like this. She emitted a soft moan as she envisioned him taking his kisses further south, down her belly until he reached the soft skin of her upper thighs. In her mind his tongue was teasing her as he lapped closer to her core and in response she thrust her hand underneath her now soaking panties, sighing as her fingers came into contact with the soft skin beneath, exploring herself slowly until she came to rest on her clit. Beneath her eyelids, her eyes were moving wildly as she envisioned Max’s head between her legs. She saw his lips form a slow sensual smile as he looked up at her with love in his eyes. They kept eye contact until he lowered his mouth to her most sensitive part, his tongue lapping at her nub as his slipped two fingers inside her slick opening.

Her finger was picking up the pace now, trilling a melody on her aching clit. Her whole body was on fire, her skin glowing in the moonlight. Liz could feel herself coming closer to the edge. Her breath was shallow and her heart was racing. As she came, she imagined his dark eyes looking up at her, watching her face as his tongue brought her to ecstasy. At the highest note of the scale of her orgasm, she gasped involuntarily and breathily called out his name. “Max!” she cried, her body raising up as she reached climax and then falling back down onto the bed with her release.

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Max was stunned. Standing outside the window, he knew that he shouldn’t be watching her at this private moment. He had tried to look away repeatedly but he was transfixed by the way she was touching herself so intimately. He could feel his blood boil at the sight of her beautiful body splayed out on the bed, writhing with abandon. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his entire life and it was all that he could do not to touch himself right then and there. When she cried out his name at the end that was almost the last straw; he just about lost it. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He could hardly believe that he could elicit that kind of passion in her and he wished that he could have been on the bed with her, stroking her amazing body, being able to give pleasure to the girl that he loved. Instead he slipped away into the shadows when he was sure that she wasn’t looking. He climbed down the ladder with lightning speed and raced to his jeep. He couldn’t wait to get home to the privacy of his own room…

[femmenerd]

Hey there fiesty readers. So you all convinced me and I’ve written another “smoldering” part. As I said before this series isn’t going to be a direct serial narrative but rather a series of vignettes – peeks into the passionate world of Max and Liz over the years. Hope that this all makes sense and that you enjoy!

-Lucia.

Part 2 “Sweet Memories”

Max could feel her coming closer even through he couldn’t see her. His pulse quickened just like it always did when she was near. His hands were shaking as he ladled out punch into plastic party cups. It was an effort not to spill any of the ruby colored liquid as he handed out the cups to various guests at the Crashdown’s annual fundraiser for the Roswell Food bank. The look in Liz’s eyes when he told her he would help out had been more than enough compensation for his troubles, that and being near her of course. Even if they were surrounded by a bustling throng of people; the Crashdown was threatening to burst at the seams – it was so full.

As time went by, Max still couldn’t believe that he had really won her heart. The passion that he felt for her showed no signs of waning, to the amusement of everyone that knew them. You people are like walking hormones, Michael had cracked. It’s enough to make a guy sick. And things had only gotten more intense recently…

Suddenly Liz was there, standing at his side, cocking her head to the side and smiling up at him with a twinkle in her big brown eyes. As she reached out her hand to take a cup of punch from him, their fingers brushed together ever so slightly…

An electric jolt flowed through Max’s body with the touch of her skin against his. The flash hit him like a ton of bricks like they always did, picking his soul up and transporting him, Wizard of Oz-style, to another time and place entirely.

From his vantage point on the balcony he could see her sweet body moving on the bed, her hands exploring the places he wanted so desperately to be. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her and a burning need filled his loins. When she called out his name, he knew there was no way that he could stay away from her for very much longer. This – she - was everything that he wanted. But if he called out to her now, he would be busted for spying on her, even if he hadn’t meant to. But he could feel the aching in every pore. It couldn’t be long now…

And it hadn’t been. Max shook his head as his vision cleared and he found himself once again in the Crashdown, surrounded by his fellow citizens of Roswell and staring into the soulful eyes of one Elizabeth Parker, the love of his life, and now thankfully his girlfriend.

That night after he’d watched her he’d gone home and had hardly been able to sleep a wink in anticipation of seeing her the next day at school. Once, twice, three times his hands had found their way under the covers and he’d jerked himself off to the beautiful knowledge that she wanted him, wanted him badly just like he wanted her. Each time after he came, he’d laid there panting on his bed, the sweat on his bare chest hardly cooling before he felt himself growing hard again as he thought of the look on her face as she teased herself to orgasm.

It was months since then and he still got hard just at the thought of her. The day after he had watched her from the balcony, he’d cornered her in the hallway at school and the next thing he knew they were in the eraser room for all of fourth period, tongues entangled, hearts feeling whole.

His desire for her had grown exponentially every day since then.

He watched her now as she sauntered toward the kitchen giving him a smoldering backwards glance as she went. She was wearing her uniform now just as she had been then. Who knew that a piece of teal cotton blend could be so erotic? But it was to him. Staring at her as she walked away, his eyes rested on the round firmness of her buttocks as her hips swayed back and forth beneath the short skirt of the button up dress.

Memories of recent events flooded back to him as he looked at her. Thoughts of the first time they made love…

They had meant to wait longer. He had wanted it to be perfect for her – flowers, candles, the whole shebang. But every day they didn’t felt like torture to both of them. After weeks of breathless make out sessions in the eraser room, in his Jeep, on her balcony - anywhere they could find to be alone really – they both felt like they were about to burst. Every time they got closer – first it was just intense bouts of kissing, then he found himself unbuttoning her shirt and suckling on her delectable breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue as she moaned softly, eyes closed, head flung back…

Soon their hands were roaming in the lower regions of each other’s bodies, tentatively at first but working up to a frenzy in no time as they touched each other in unison, staring deeply into one another’s eyes as they came to the brink simultaneously.

Then the clothes were coming off altogether and they would rock together, kissing, licking and exploring one another everywhere. But inevitably they would end up in the same holding pattern – his cock brushing against her opening, their hearts pounding out a rhythm of ever intensifying need. He could feel the warmth emitted from between her legs; it was radiating onto the extra sensitive skin on the head of his penis. He would reach in with his fingers to touch the pink skin of her slippery cavern, wishing his hand could trade places with his aching member.

But he didn’t want to push her, make her do anything that she wasn’t ready for.

But in the end it was Liz who took the initiative. He was lying on his back on her bed, naked as the day that he first came out of the pod chamber (thank god her parents were in Albuquerque that day!) She was straddling him, her long dark hair brushing against his chest as she leaned in and took his earlobe between her lips, an action which always gave him the shivers – it turned him on so much that he felt like his eyes would nearly roll back in his head.

He was concentrating on enjoying the feeling of her tongue against his skin when he heard her whisper huskily in his ear, “No more games Max. I want you so much. I need you now.”

Immediately his already hard cock stiffened even more, moving slightly where it was positioned against her dripping core.

Biting her lip, she bore down on him and his vision filled with stars as he felt her wet heat engulf him. As he entered her, she cried out a tiny bit and he opened his eyes sharply.

“Oh my God, Liz. Liz did I hurt you?” He pulled out of her body with more than a twinge of regret.

“It hurt but I want this…I need you inside of me.”

Gently, Max brought his hand to cup her female parts and a glowing light spilled out between his fingers as he used his powers to heal her down there. She looked at him with pure love and gently asked, “Do you have a condom? I love you but I’m not ready to make little hybrids quite yet.”

He gulped and nodded yes. He’d been carrying around a condom just in case for awhile now.

As he leant over the side of the bed to rifle through his jeans for his wallet, Liz gazed at him appreciatively. She couldn’t imagine a better looking specimen of masculinity. From her current vantage point, she could see the muscled perfection of his shoulders rippling as he pulled the condom packet out of his wallet. Her eyes traveled lower to rest on his behind. Seriously, the boy had the cutest butt possible!

He rolled over and looked up at her expectantly, nervously.

“Umm. Can you help me with this?” He asked.

“Sure but it’s my first time too,” She laughed.

Her hands reached down to meet his where he had the condom positioned at the head of his swollen penis. She took a sharp intake of air as she gazed at the size of him. She pinched the end of the reservoir tip between her fingers as he pulled the sheath down over his shaft.

He smiled that rare but beautiful smile of his and grabbed her tenderly by the shoulders and rolled her over. She smiled back as she felt his weight hovering over her; he was still feeling unsure. Without wasting too much time, she reached down and closed her hand around his shaft, bringing it to her door and helping him slide inside of her.

His eyes opened wide as he felt her tight walls surround him and he began to move slowly, hesitantly at first. She brought her hips up to meet his as she cupped his face between her hands, pulling him in and kissing him passionately.

She could feel the passion swell within her as his body moved against hers. They began to come together faster now and their kisses increased in urgency – sometimes clumsy, always heated and burning with the depth of their love for one another.

Bursts of emotions surged through their connection, forged when he healed her that day in the Crashdown. She could feel his excitement increasing and it caused her mind to swim. As the feelings became more and more intense she found herself latching onto his shoulder with her mouth – trying to anchor herself as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body and she was overcome by the mingled experience of her own orgasm laced with his.

Breathless, they fell back on the pillows, overwhelmed by what they had just shared – so unexpectedly.

Liz basked in the glow of his love, feeling calm yet ever so vigorously alive.

The sound of his soft yet masculine tones broke through her reverie.

“Liz, that was so wonderful for me. I love you so much. But I’m sorry…I…..I had always imagined that I’d do something really special for you when this day came...”

Liz brought her face up to meet his and gave him a look that drilled right into his soul.

“Max, I don’t need flowers or anything like that. All I need is you. Don’t get me wrong, I like flowers but I need you to know that all I wanted for my first time was that it be with you. I love you so much.”

With that he closed his lips over hers for the millionth time that night, and held her close to him. He couldn’t believe that he was so lucky…

Standing in the Crashdown ladling fruit punch, Max felt exactly the same way today as he had at that moment. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. God, he couldn’t wait for this event to be over so that they could stop running around and be alone together. He grinned inwardly; well they had been together this afternoon, but watching her in that uniform was making him wild all over again…

[femmenerd]

OK, so I'm back with yet another steamy interlude of dreamer lovin'. This part's a mite short but sometimes when it's done, it's done.

Here ya go...

Part 3 "Homecoming"

Liz gingerly placed her hand over the gear shift of the Chevelle, pushing the car into second gear. The car lurched ahead and then sputtered as it popped out of gear. She frowned and grumbled to herself.

“Ack, I’m totally hopeless. Are you sure you want to teach me on your new car?”

Max flashed her one of those half smiles of his that always managed to make her insides melt.

“You can do it. I have faith. You are the smartest girl I know. You got into Harvard; I’m sure you can eventually figure out how to drive stick.”

Liz looked up and met his eyes.

“I really missed you, you know,” she said softly.

Max felt his pulse race as he looked into her eyes. He brought his hand down to meet hers between their seats, grazing her fingers as he responded in kind. “You have no idea how much I missed you. It felt like an eternity while you were in Florida.”

Liz swallowed hard, feeling a wave of desire move through her body, seeping into her innermost regions.

They were still within sight of the Crashdown….and her parents, so she made an effort to keep her feelings in check. She was almost 18 and soon she would be leaving for college but still she had to be careful of her father’s watchful eye, especially where Max was concerned. Her parents had finally gotten used to Max’s presence in her life but that didn’t mean that they needed to know the, ahem, depth of their connection.

“Well I’d better get us out of down town at any rate so we can be alone.”

“I second that. It’s been a loooong two weeks.” Max’s eyes were dancing as he looked at Liz appreciatively, his gaze moving over her knee-length black skirt and tank top and lingering on the hint of smooth brown thigh exposed to the elements.

She blushed, feeling his eyes caressing her body. She grasped onto the stick shift again, easing into first gear with trepidation. Miraculously the car obeyed her and they were on their way out of town.

Liz could feel the wind on her face. It was a welcome respite from the burgeoning spring heat that had enveloped the town recently. She laughed to herself as she continued shifting into second, then third gear.

“What’s so funny there, Miss Parker?”

“Umm. Well I was just thinking of something that Maria said the other day…” Liz blushed furiously in spite of herself, darkening the tan she had acquired visiting her aunt over Spring Break.

“Oh really. Now you’ve got me curious.”

“Well, you know how Maria has a certain way with words.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, she told me that all I had to do to work a stick shift properly was to…was to, well, um, treat it like I would a penis.” Liz turned an even deeper shade of crimson. It was less a sign of embarrassment than it was an indication of the places this line of discussion was taking her imagination.

Max laughed. “Well if your skills in that area are any indication, then you’ll surely be an expert driver in no time.” He gently put his hand on her thigh, slowly stroking her skin.

“Ack, Max. Don’t do that unless you want us to crash.”

“OK, I’ll be good. Just get us somewhere we can park.”

Their mutual anticipation crackled in the front seat of Max’s Chevelle like static electricity on a dry day. The last two weeks was the longest period of time they had been separated in all the time they had been together and they were both bursting with the pent up energy that had been brewing through 14 days of longing.

Liz forced herself to focus on the task of steering the car along the back roads of Roswell. What was ordinarily a short drive to the look out point seemed to last forever as she tried desperately to quell the excitement coursing through her body. Finally, at long last, they pulled into a shady spot. The car sputtered and stalled as it came to a stop.

“Oh geez, Max, I’m sorry. I don’t want to mess up your…”

Her words were abruptly cut off by Max’s hungry lips against hers as he rushed across the front seat to embrace her, removing his seat belt in one insistent motion.

She could feel her mind growing fuzzy as his kisses rained upon her, trailing down her neck, raising her temperature a few dozen degrees. She placed her hands on either side of his face, raising him back up to eye level before launching an assault of her own. In between kisses, he somehow managed to get out a few throaty words, “God, I’ve missed this so much Liz.”

“Mmm,” she moaned as he nipped at her neck once again, moving his way up to her ear. “I want you so much,” he whispered seductively, his words acting as an instant catalyst for her already smoldering passion, bringing her near to the brink of insanity.

Within seconds she had escaped the prison of her own side of the car, leaping over to straddle him on the passenger side. She could feel the impatience of his arousal pressing through his jeans as she slid down upon his lap. He moaned throatily as she moved her hips ever so slightly against his denim covered crotch, catching her lower lip in between his teeth.

She slid her tongue slowly, tantalizingly in between his waiting lips, tasting his desire for her with every lick of her exploring tongue.

He couldn’t take her teasing any longer and deepening the kiss with furious intensity as his hands moved rapidly over her curves. His attentions wakened a primal need in the pit of her stomach and she responded by rocking against his erection with increased pressure.

She pulled away suddenly and he groaned with frustration that was soon abated as she lowered her hand to his fly and unzipped him. He watched in fascination as she pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked his length firmly.

His head lolled back against the head rest as he exclaimed in between gasps, “Damn Liz, you’re driving me crazy.”

She giggled at his pun. “Max! I can’t believe you went there.” She continued to coax his desire into an even greater frenzy.

“I need you….now,” he panted.

His wish was her desire as she lifted her hips enough to move the crotch of her panties aside to make room for him. His amber eyes widened as she slid herself down covering his shaft with her heat.

As he entered her she was never more glad that she had gone on the pill than she was at that moment. Just the thought that his naked cock was moving inside her, with no barriers between them was enough to drive her completely wild.

She rode him hard, her momentum infused with the yearning of all those lonely nights they’d spent apart. As they moved together, it was as if their bodies and souls merged, coming together in a knot of passion, bound through sweet sweat and enduring love.

She could feel herself approaching the edge and increased her efforts, rubbing her clit in circles against his body as he drove into her.

He could feel her approaching orgasm through their connection. They made eye contact even as they continued on with total abandon. He raised his hand to her cheek, pulling her face closer to his, kissing her and whispering into her mouth, “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

At that, she lost control completely, pleasure flowing through her body in ripples and waves. As she fell upon his chest, she could feel his release inside of her and she smiled.

“I love you Max,” she murmured as he stroked her hair, tangled and windblown from their ride in the convertible and the raucous tide of their lovemaking.

[femmenerd]

OK, so clearly this is a love story told in sex scenes. In case you hadn't noticed what I am trying to do here is explore the progression and depth of the relationship through the different ways they make love throughout their life together. Warning! This next part is quite lovely dovey. But this is a Dreamer fic after all. I am planning on exploring some more serious and/or angsty aspects as well since we all know that sex can permuate so many aspects of our lives/relationships. But that's not where we're at now. Now let's drop in on our favorite alien/human alliance and see what's happening now, why don't we?

Part 4 “Couldn’t Wait for the Honeymoon”

“What are you doing here Max?”

Liz looked up startled from her reverie. Staring into the mirror on the vanity, she could hardly believe that this was the same sensible Liz Parker of three years ago staring back at her. That girl would never have taken a spur of the moment detour to Vegas on her way to Harvard. Definitely not. That Liz wouldn’t have driven hundreds of miles in the wrong direction to arrive here, at the Elvis Chapel.

As she swung away from the vanity to face him, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the wide eyed expression on his face as he burst through the dressing room door to find her there futzing with her dress and preparing to put on her makeup.

Putting on a mock serious face, she brought her hands to her hips in the semblance of outrage. “Max Evans, don’t you know that it’s bad luck to see me before the wedding.”

He blushed and stammered, looking so adorable, yet so irrepressibly sexy she thought she might not be able to contain herself. “Umm, I needed some hair stuff. Besides, a modern woman like you doesn’t believe in those kinds of silly superstitions.”

“Ha, nice excuse! But actually, you could use a little straightening up I suppose.”

His short dark hair was tousled rakishly, perhaps the result of what must have been a little bit of a tussle with his suit, by the look of it.

Holding up her skirt she crossed the distance between them and set to work on fixing his attire, untucking his rumpled shirt and beginning to retie his bowtie.

With a wicked glint in his amber eyes he interrupted her by catching her hands in his and then leaning down quickly to catch her off guard with the kind of searing kiss that still sent a shockwave right through her system, turning her insides to jelly and causing her pulse to race. After the initial impact he continued to pull out all the stops by bringing her in closer and lifting his fingers to caress her collarbone, knowing the effect that simple gesture had on her. Closing her eyes to better concentrate on the sensation, she bit her lip just a little as his mouth followed suit, raining hungry kisses down her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath upon her already blushing skin and she found herself shuddering with already mounting anticipation.

Yet somehow she found the breath to emit the words, “Max, what are we doing? There…isn’t…time.”

In direct contrast to her own feeble protestations, she hands began moving underneath his untucked white dress shirt, running over his sculpted abdomen.

She heard his sharp intake of breath as skin met skin and soon he was gently sucking on her earlobe causing a swift rush of blood to flow to her most intimate of regions. All clarity left her mind as he continued his attentions, his breath caressing her gently as he whispered into her ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

No. She didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop. At this moment she felt as though she didn’t ever want to be released from the magic spell his hands cast over her.

She tilted her hair back and moaned, the sound bubbling up from the pit of her stomach where waves of tension were being released. Any fears she had about the move to Boston, or the unknown pressures of a new city and a new school were pushed aside. All possible concerns that she would not be up to the challenge were allayed, for reflected in his love she saw herself as the strong, capable woman that deep down she knew she could be. His touch made her feel cherished, not just desired or lusted after, but truly loved for all the right reasons.

This love made her free, allowed her to leave her inhibitions behind. It was both a safe harbor and an infinitely exciting playground all at once. She carried it like a shield as she made her way into the world. I can do anything if I can love like this.

She brought her hands up to cradle his face and slowly, keeping her eyes open, she kissed his lips tenderly.

“Well, I guess it is our day. So Maria, Michael, Alex, Kyle, Isabel AND Elvis will just have to wait now won’t they?”

An amused smirk crossed the angled features of his handsome face. His arms closed around her fiercely and the kisses came on stronger now.

She felt herself flooding with heat as the flashes rocked her body, mind and soul.

“I’m coming with you Liz, if you’ll let me.” His brown eyes brimmed with hope.

“I want to be with you…forever.” He looked at her with questions he couldn’t contain any longer.

“I want to be there for the hard stuff, and the good stuff and everything in between…”

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She loaded the last box into the car and wiped her hands on her jean shorts with a wistful sigh.

“Well, that’s the last of it then. We’re really leaving Roswell, can you believe it?”

He grabbed her waist from behind and nuzzled her hair.

“Mmmm. It’s gonna be an adventure. I can’t wait.” He kissed the side of her face as he spoke.

Suddenly she twirled around and found the words tumbling from her mouth before she could second guess herself.

“Max, let’s just go. Let’s go to Vegas and get married.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re saying Parker?”

“Well, I think I just asked you to marry me Max Evans. What do you think about that?”

He laughed and pulled her back in close. “I think I’m the luckiest half human in the world.”

As the images swirled inside her mind, she felt her body voicing an insistent need. She couldn’t wait any longer.

Neither could he clearly, as his next move was to pick her up and without further ado he lifted her into his arms and deposited her onto the shelf of the vanity, pushing aside various creams and beauty products to make room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went back to kissing him with abandon.

Within moments she wrangled her arms free and grinned slyly as she unzipped his dress pants. He gasped as she set him free from the confines of his boxer shorts and responded by pushing her skirt up to gain access to her panties. He struggled to slip them over her slim hips while she giggled at his frustration.

Once he had loosed their hold on her, he flung them across the room in an exaggerated gesture, bringing his attention back to her now unobstructed opening. A flash of light came before his eyes as he buried himself inside of her and he panted with satisfaction.

She brought her hips up to meet his, the gesture familiar yet still so arousing to him. They began to move together in a heated yet steady rhythm. Their movements were frenzied yet loving. There would be time later to make love slowly. The rest of their lives. Now they just needed to connect on a primal level, to fuse together in a burst of heat. Besides, they had a wedding to attend shortly.

Their mutual pleasure hummed in the air as they both came closer and closer to ecstacy. He held on to her hips for dear life as he thrust into her with ever increasing urgency. The moans and squeals she just couldn’t keep in were like music to his ears.

Just as he was about to climax she looked up to watch him, to see the effect she was having on him written across the blissful expression on his face. His sensual mouth opened just a little bit as he spilled his seed inside of her. She raised her lips to catch his in a kiss as she too felt the waves of pleasure cascade through her body.

He collapsed onto her, breathily heavily. They stayed that way savoring the moment until a loud rapping on the dressing room door brought them back to reality.

“Liz girl you gotta hurry it up. People out here are getting antsy. And where they hell is your hubby to be? Michael can’t find him anywhere.” Maria’s voice pushed through the walls insistently.

Liz muffled a laugh with the back of her hand.

“I’ll be right out. Just, uh, give me a minute.”

“Do you need some help babe?”

“NO! I mean, I think I’ve got it covered.”

“OK, whatever you say, but it you’re not out soon, I’m sending in a search party.”

Once Maria’s footsteps were safely out of earshot Liz squealed to Max.

“OK. Alien-lover, you better use those powers of yours to whip your blushing bride into shape. Make me presentable.

Max smirked and waved his hand over her neck.

“What was that for?”

“Well, we couldn’t have you traipsing down the aisle with a glowing hickey, now could we?”

Liz laughed in agreement as Max reached down to pull his pants up from around his ankles.

“Max?”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m gonna marry you.”

“Not if I marry you first.”


P.S. Check out the Author's note at the bottom of this page.

[femmenerd]

So this part is a little different and to tell you the truth I'm a little nervous about it but hopefully you'll all like it. I promised not to get too angsty and I won't. This part is just a bit more serious. I wanted to explore some different realms of emotion.

Onward ho!

Part 5 “Safe Harbor”

Liz stared out the window, watching the rain slide across the glass pane in sheets. She shivered a bit and wrapped the blanket tightly around her shoulders. She still couldn’t quite get used to the cold here in Boston after having grown up in the desert.

He should have been home by now……

A slight feeling of dread pricked up in the recesses of her mind. Whenever Max was gone for too long she couldn’t help but worry. Despite the cozy life that they had made for themselves here, she couldn’t completely leave behind the feeling that this world wasn’t fully safe for her beloved, that there were people out there who didn’t understand, who might try to take him from her.

She sighed and got up to put the water on for tea. Beyond her concern, she missed him, could feel his absence palpably. It was as if there were invisible cords connecting them and when they were separated, she could feel the tension in the line pulling at her heart.

Going to bed alone, she could still smell him everywhere. It was as if she had developed a new sense, one that only detected Max. Even when he was gone, she walked through her life wearing his love like a shield, a protective barrier between her and the rest of the world. His touch had left an imprint on her, a residue of passion and tenderness.

When the call had come in the middle of the night she had known immediately that something was wrong, and that it was definitely alien related. It was so much of what she loved about him – the way that he was different – yet at the same time it was what made the world outside their love sometimes full of uncertainty. A heat rose to her cheeks as she contemplated the glorious friction that their differences created, the way that they fell into one another…..

It had been Valenti on the other line that night. Apparently there had been some weird stuff going on in Roswell – unexplained signals, bursts of light in the desert. And Max, ever vigilant, had gone swooping in to check it out. It had been two days since he’d called. That wasn’t like him. She’d hardly slept and her exhaustion was beginning to show.

She heard the kettle whistle and so she went to turn off the stove, padding across the floor in bare feet. She was clad only in one of Max’s T-shirts. An old memory brought a wan smile to her lips. When they were teenagers Max had left a T-shirt in her room after a particularly heated night and she had secretly kept it under her pillow, raising it to her face in between bouts of studying so she could drink in his scent. With him gone she had taken up the old habit, still feeling giddy and lightheaded at the slightest whiff of him. How it conjured up sensory memories of the touch of his lips against her skin, the warmth of his embrace…

She jumped at the sound of the front door opening.

He walked in dripping from the rain, his dark hair clinging to his face. She gasped and ran to him, recklessly jumping up and wrapping her tiny form around his body, her arms around his neck while her legs encircled his abdomen, gripping on for dear life. He in turn held her to him fiercely. She covered his face in desperate, thankful kisses. Before either of them could speak they were locked in a hungry kiss, pouring themselves into one another through the touch of their lips.

When they came back to reality, he slowly brought her down to the ground until her feet once again hit the floor but maintained contact, bringing his hands to her face as he stared into her eyes.

She felt her heart contract under his gaze. She spoke quietly, “I was so worried. You didn’t call…”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb, “I’m so sorry Liz. So sorry I scared you. I couldn’t call. Nicholas…”

At the sound of the hated name Liz tensed up. “What? I thought he was dead. Oh my god Max, what happened?”

“Shhh love,” he said soothingly. “It’s a long story that I’ll tell you later. And anyway, he is dead…..now.” His expression became stormy, his voice choked with bitterness.
“But you’re OK. Everyone’s OK, right?”

“Yes, I’m OK. I got on the first flight home. I tried to call but I just got a busy signal so I just rushed back as soon as I could.”

Liz bit her lip. “If I ever lost you…”

Max brought her head to rest against his chest. “I will never leave you Liz. Shhh. I’m here now and we’re safe.”

She shook lightly against him, the strength of her emotions causing her to tremble.

The rainwater had soaked through his clothes and they clung to him. As he held her close, she felt the coldness against her cheek.

“Max, you’re freezing. We need to warm you up. Come with me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You always warm me up.”

In spite of everything she laughed a little and grabbed his hand in hers, pulling him toward their bedroom and the array of quilts on the queen size bed they shared. She guided him towards the bed, motioning for him to raise his arms. She proceeded to tenderly undress him, pulling his soaking clothing off, layer by layer, revealing the taut lines of his muscular physique. She pulled a soft towel off its resting place on the back of a chair, looking up into his eyes as she toweled him dry. He simply watched her with love radiating from his golden eyes.

A choking sob caught in her throat. What if something had happened to him? What if she never got see him, touch him, make love with him ever again?

He seemed to catch her line of thinking because he tipped her head up so their eyes met. “It’s OK love, I’m here. Come on, get into the bed with me and warm me up.”

She nodded and did as he asked, climbing under the covers after him and snuggling up close. She leaned her head against his chest, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breath. He kissed the top of her head and began to trace lazy circles on her back with a light touch that sent shivers up her spine.

They were both quiet now. It was not the time for the story of his misadventures in Roswell; somehow they both seemed to know that. What they both needed was the reassurance of this embrace, the nurturance of their physical proximity.

He continued to stroke her back lightly and she began to move slightly under his hands, pent up energy from the days of worry galvanized by his touch, bursting to the surface. Despite her exhaustion, she felt irradiated by his presence, electrified but calm.

She moved up to where his lips were waiting. Slowly, gently she brushed her lips against his, savoring him, reminded of what she could have lost. She pushed the thought aside in order to simply be here, in this moment, with her husband, the love of her life.

As their tongues tangled languidly, she closed her eyes, willing herself to simply feel, to lose herself in their connection. The threat of having lost him filled her with a renewed appreciation for her own good fortune in having him as her own. Her body hummed with quiet excitement as the smoldering fire between them flared, filling her entire body with its familiar heat. The strength of their passion was akin to the first time, only now they knew the landscapes of one another’s bodies with perfect precision.

His fingers grazed the inside of her thighs lightly, in the way that he knew would drive her crazy with need. She moaned softly as he continued to worship her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone to the swell of her hips. He gazed up at her from below with a look in his amber eyes that liquefied her defenses before her began to place his kisses closer and closer to her core.

All the exhaustion and fear that had been plaguing her had given way to a flush of desire that made her head spin. As he lapped at her with gentle licks she felt her body awaken even more, moistening her secret regions and jumpstarting her heart.

His pace livened up as he began to apply greater pressure to her clit with the tip of his tongue. She felt herself teetering on the edge as she called out to him in between breathy moans, “Max, I need you now….inside of me.”

He continued to suck on her nub just a bit more before he came up to meet her, his cock hard and needy against her simmering skin.

She could taste herself on him when he kissed her, deeply this time, exploring her fully – no holds barred.

She wrapped her hand around him, guiding him inside of her. As he entered her, they both breathed a sigh of relief at their joining. They were coming home and they knew it.

Their connection flared up instantly, joining their souls in tandem with their bodies; their mutual love and desire bouncing back and forth between them, compounding in intensity. They kept a steady rhythm, neither of them needing for this to be over any time soon.

Liz could feel his love for her soaking through her every pore and she couldn’t stop herself when the tears welled up in her dark brown eyes. She could feel them leak out the corners and slide slowly down the sides of her face. The depth of this emotion was just too much to keep bottled inside; she needed release, in more ways than one.

Max lowered his face to hers once again, kissing her cheeks and tasting the salty residue.

“I love you Liz,” he whispered reverently. “Always.”
Her heart leapt with joy at his words; no matter many times she heard them, they still affected her just the same. Her tears flowed freely now, dripping into the expanse of her love-induced smile.

When her climax came, accompanied by the usual visions of stars, she shuddered with the overwhelming strength of the physical pleasure, fused as it was with the unshakable awareness of their bond. Her whole body sang a song of her thankfulness for his safe return.

And when he finally came to the threshold of his own pleasure, her name was on his lips.

They laid there together for a long while, still connected, lulled into sleep by the sound of the rain and the gentle harmony of one another’s breath.

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OK, first of all I'm going to give a long overdue thanks to everyone who has left feedback on this fic.

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OK, so Jeanine has informed me (multiple times) that this fic is not really smut so I'm going to take the PWP out of the header.

Smut or no smut lately I seem to have been possessed by the nookie gods who are forcing me to do their bidding by writing lots of sex scenes. And my more "serious fic" is suffering as a result. lol

Between this fic and "I want you" on the UC board it's a regular nookie fest in my computer.

Here's a link to that one if you are up for some seriously X rated Zan lovin'.

http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopic.php?t=9468

And if you are also reading "Second Chances" I really am going to update that one soon. I even wrote half of the next chapter and completed the outline before the nookie gods forced me to type out this next chapter here.

Anyway, enough with Ms. Babblesalot

Part 6 “I’ve Wanted You Forever”

Max reclined on the bed, lazily watching Liz scurry about her old bedroom picking things up and putting them back down again, occasionally squealing at the discovery of some long forgotten artifact of her childhood.

It was funny. Even though they had been married now for six years, every time they came back to Roswell for a visit and stayed at her parents’ place, he still felt like being in her bedroom was this illicit situation. Just being here was so evocative of their shared past – the beautiful anguish of being a teenager in love. The sights and smells of this room always made him nostalgic for the time when it was the backdrop for a large majority of his erotic daydreams. Lying here in this familiar bed watching her scamper around was making him feel like a horny teenager again.

“Liz honey, you’re making me dizzy. Come over here and keep your husband company,” he moaned somewhat plaintively. He could feel his nether regions stirring. Her parents had finally gone to bed and he hoped that maybe she was feeling somewhat the same way that he was.

“Mmmm, in a minute Max. I just want to check out my closet for a minute. See if there’s anything interesting in here.”

He groaned and flopped back on the bed, his mind taking him on an erotic trip down memory lane. This had been where he had first seen her naked, first touched her. It was where they had first made love. He could still remember that first time vividly – how nervous he had been before and how incredibly blessed he had felt after. He still felt blessed. She was still the only woman he had ever wanted and he wanted her now!

“Oh my god Max! Look what I found,” her excited tones roused him from the depths of his memories. He sat up to see what she was going on about.

She swung around to face him from her position by the closet holding up her old Crashdown waitress uniform in her hands. Max’s eyes darkened at the sight. Now there was something that had played a key role in his adolescent fantasy world!

She began to wriggle out of her jeans and T-shirt before his eyes, nearly making him glassy-eyed with desire.

“God I hope it still fits,” Liz exclaimed.

And it did. Perfectly hugging her curves just as it had in high school. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as she did a little dance around the room just for him. She held the fabric of the short aquamarine skirt out with her hands as she swirled around, grinning all the while.

That was too much. He stood up and rushed at her, grabbing her by the waist and planting an urgent kiss on her surprised lips. His fingers clutched the fabric of her dress as if it was a lifeline as his tongue explored hers, eyes closed in passion.

“Liz,” he breathed into her half open mouth between fervent kisses.

When they came up for air for a minute, Liz cocked an eyebrow at him. “Something got you excited Max?”

“Yeah, YOU, and this place and everything…” he said breathlessly before attacking her mouth again.

As they kissed the scorching lines of their connection flared up and the flashes came on like wildfire. Due to Max’s particular mood and his previous musings the flashes coming from him all had a particular theme and time period. Liz felt herself being swept along by the tide of his memories. She saw herself through his eyes and was nearly bowled over by the strength of his desire for her then….now.

Strawberries falling.

The steam in the kitchen matching the heat smoldering between them. Her little backwards glances taunting him. The hunger in his eyes just before his kiss took her by surprise. How he clutched onto her uniform for dear life as he fell into her. He lifted her onto the counter, devouring her neck with kisses before his hands reached between her legs stroking the outside of her white cotton panties…

“Wait a minute Max! THAT didn’t happen,” Liz looked up at him laughing with a devilish glint in her eye.

He pulled her in close once again, picking her up and cradling her in his arms as he led her to the bed. Just before he deposited her on the quilt his lips grazed her earlobe. “I know it didn’t but god I wanted it too.” His voice was husky, dripping with lust.

Liz also found herself getting warmer, going back to that heady time when they first fell in love. She found herself wondering where this fantasy of his had gone.

He joined her on the bed and as he lay above her he marveled at how beautiful she was still. If it was possible she was more beautiful than she had been then. More beautiful now because she was his - truly and completely. His hands stroked her body through the material of her uniform. Liz closed her eyes as his hands worked her into a sexual frenzy.

“I was crazy for you Liz. My mind was totally consumed by you especially before I could have you.” His words caused a strong reaction in her as she whimpered beneath him. Realizing the effect he was having on her, he continued his speech. Whispering into her ear he told her, “I would get so hard just sitting next to you in class and I was so terrified that someone would notice.”

Her breathing was becoming more and more irregular. Max took one hand and slowly reached under her skirt, trailing his fingers gently up the inside of her thigh until they reached their chosen destination. Much to his satisfaction she was indeed wearing white cotton underwear just like she had been in his youthful fantasy. He could feel her wetness soaking through the thin fabric and it only urged him on even more.

“My dreams were filled with you and all the things I longed to do to you.”

Liz forcefully brought her hand to meet his where it was stroking her through her underwear. “Did you do this in your dreams Max?” she said as she guided his fingers inside her.

“Ye-yes.” Now it was Max’s turn to lose control of his breathing patterns.

“Kiss me Max. Let me see. I want to know what happened next…”

That was all the invitation he needed. Their lips came crashing into one another just as he opened his mind to her and the flashes came pouring through their connection.

He thrust his fingers inside her underwear, finding everything he had been looking for in between her thighs. She moaned into his ear as he fondled her, his fingers soon dripping with her juices. She was so ready for him and she wanted him to know it. So she reached down and began to touch him through his pants where his bulging cock was making its presence known to her inner thigh.

With a smile on her face she unzipped his pants and freed his straining erection, stroking it lovingly in her hands. Sitting there on the kitchen counter in her parents’ restaurant with her legs spread wide in invitation, she was the most gorgeous creature he could possibly imagine. She flung her head back as she pushed aside the crotch of her panties to make room for him. He couldn’t resist feasting on her exposed neck once again before sending his attention to her lower regions.

“Max, I want you inside of me,” Fantasy Liz panted with need.

“Very soon, very soon,” he said as he grasped one of the forgotten strawberries in his hand, crushing it between his fingers before he applied the sweet juice to her throbbing core.

“Oh!” she cried as he proceeded to lick the fruit from her rosy lips. His tongue brought her to ecstasy as he laved at her sweet spot.

She was dripping with need now as he entered her fluidly, clutching her ass where it met the wooden countertop. They came together hard and fast. He had been waiting for so long…

“Well! You were very precocious in your dream world, weren’t you my love?” Liz laughed as she reached her hands under Max’s shirt, urging him to bare his beautiful body to her waiting eyes.

“Mmmm, well I spent a lot of time perfecting that fantasy. It was definitely one of my staples.” He tugged his shirt over his head as he spoke so some of the words came out slightly garbled.

Liz felt her heart race as his impressive musculature came into her view. He still took her breath away so effortlessly – just by being him. She eagerly began to undo his belt buckle and zipper.

“A bit impatient aren’t we? Seems my little fantasy worked for you too,” he smiled that beautiful smile of his, so rare back in the days before he was allowed to share this room with her.

“Just…come here you,” Liz said as she pulled him down to meet her, but not before slipping out of the aforementioned white panties. Not even bothering to take off his pants or her dress, they came together fiercely, surrounded by a billowing cloud of pleasure. She came not once, not twice but three times as he filled her with his love, his love which had only grown stronger as the years went by.

As they lay together quietly afterwards he gazed at her with wonder. It sure had been exciting when they were teenagers just getting to know one another’s bodies but he wouldn’t go back for the world. The strength of their bond was so much steadier now, becoming even more precious to him every day.

“Liz?”

“Mmm yes,” she answered in a sleepy satisfied voice.

“Thank you.”

“For what? The hot sex?”

He chuckled. “Yeah that.” His tone became more serious, quieter. “And for saving my life.”

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Hello, hello!

Sylvia - Still in nookie mode. Glad you don't mind.

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Ms. Doublestuf - Lady, you ain't failing out of school! I'll cut you off of the smut before I let that happen. J/K Thanks as always for your amazing and thoughtful feedback. As I've said before, when I write about sex I try to express what the people are feeling not just what their bodies are feeling. Umm, I think you've read all my fics now, so your homework is relatively safe. Although I am planning on updating Second Chances in the next few days. RL has just been nuts what with crazy work and future inlaws visiting.

OK, yeah, so here's the new part.

Part 7 “Baby makes Three”

Max ran his fingers through his hair and reclined away from the desk where his various papers and books were splayed out around his laptop. He was almost finished with his doctoral thesis – just some final rounds of editing and the footnotes to finalize then his “baby” would be done. He could hardly believe it; he had been consumed by the process of research and writing for so long it seemed bizarre that it was almost over. And now there was the prospect of an entirely different kind of “baby” in the works…

He cracked a slight smile as he relaxed into some precious thoughts for once unrelated to English literature in any way. Nothing had ever made him quite as happy as the fact that Liz wanted to have a child with him. They had recently decided that it was the “right time” or the closest they were gonna get at any rate. He was on the verge of finishing graduate school and Liz felt solid enough at her job at the lab to finally start trying to bring about their dream of having a baby of their own. Maria and Michael already had two kids but Liz and Max had both been so occupied with their school and careers that they had put it off until now.

Well, to tell the truth Max would have been happy to try for a baby long before but he hadn’t pushed Liz, waiting instead until she was ready. When she finally brought up the subject a few weeks before was when he became aware of the fact that even up until that point he had still been harboring a secret fear that she wouldn’t want to. In his waking, conscious mind he knew that she loved and accepted him for who he was – it was the thing that had made him feel most complete. Ever since that day so long ago when he had first told her that he was an alien and instead of running in fear she had looked at him with awe and desire…that was the moment when his whole life changed and he first dared to believe that maybe there was a place for him in this world.

But still, he had been afraid…that she wouldn’t want to mix her DNA with his, to, well, have an “alien baby.”

When he had finally admitted this to her, eyes cast down and trembling, she had wrapped her arms around him tightly (how was it that such a small person could make him feel so enveloped in her arms, so protected in love) and rocked him in her arms, saying “Max, how could you ever think that I wouldn’t want to do this with you!”

He had looked up at her with eyes glistening as she continued, “You are my love Max, my life. Just the idea of something created out of our love seems miraculous to me. This isn’t just an ‘alien baby’ sweetheart – this is our baby we’re talking about. You and me…together.”

Max had sighed then and relaxed into her arms, feeling all the tension and fear that he had been holding in evaporate with her touch.

“Max, Max, I’m ovulating!” Liz’s excited cries wafted through the doorway into the study.

Liz herself soon followed the sound of her voice as she bounded into the room, sliding a bit as her socked feet hit the slippery wood floor of their makeshift office/guest room.
She laughed at her own clumsiness and proceeded to strut towards him in her Sunday afternoon uniform – her blue drawstring sweat pants and her favorite soft white tank top. She swung her hips in an exaggerated “sexy walk” grinning at him all the time, mocking the seeming contradiction of her seductress act paired with her lounge wear.

Thing was, Max found her incredibly sexy, well all the time, but especially in her laze around the house clothes – the way that the subtle roundness of her ass was accentuated in the pants, how he could just barely see her nipples through the sheer material of her tank top. Also there was something about the intimacy of it all – other people saw her in work clothes or her dress up finery, but only he saw her in her pajamas.

He pushed his chair away from the desk as she advanced closer. “Well, that’s a pick up line if I ever heard one,” he teased.

“Yeah? Well it’s gonna work now isn’t, huh handsome?” she drawled out, leering slightly.

The expression on her face was just so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but laugh. In fact, he was so busy chortling that he was taken off guard when she launched herself onto his chair and straddled him. She put a stop to his giggles by kissing him hard, taking his breath away. Instinctively he brought his hands up to clutch her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bring him deeper into the kiss as she wiggled deliciously in his lap.

When they broke apart for air, he looked up at her speechless and somewhat dazed. Liz smiled with satisfaction. The thing that had always gotten her the most about Max, well beyond the fact that he was gorgeous and thoughtful and all that – was the way that he looked at her. Back before they even talked to one another when they were kids, she was always aware in the back of her mind that he was there…watching. She hadn’t admitted it to herself then (even though Maria was constantly bringing it up) because she couldn’t truly believe it. Even now, after over a decade together he still looked at her in a way that just made her melt – he managed to make her feel not just seen or wanted but cherished.

“Liz,” Max said softly as he brought his hand up to her face, cupping her cheek gently before he reached for her hair. She smiled at him and raised her hands up to remove the elastic band from her ponytail, letting her hair fall loose in shiny brown waves, knowing full well what a “thing” he had for her hair. Max buried his hands in her hair as she moved her head back and forth savoring the feeling of his hands on her.

“Yes, Max?” she replied, her eyes closed in enjoyment.

Instead of replying verbally he pulled her in for another kiss, opening the lines of their connection fully and flooding her with his deep feelings of gratitude.

“Baby, thank you,” Liz said as she held his face in her hand, guiding his eyes towards hers, “but this is what I want too, just as much as you do.”

“Oh..Ok” Max stammered, overcome with emotion as he received the truth that she was telling both through her words and along the open line of their connection.

“I want you. All of you. And I want to have your baby.” Her words acted as a trigger for Max and he abruptly swung her up into his arms and carried her to the single bed they kept here for visitors. There wasn’t really room in the small study for a larger bed as it was already so filled up with Max’s books.

He laid her down on her back gently and gave her a long look before lowering himself down over her, lying between her waiting legs. He felt his heart beating wildly as what they were trying to do sunk in for him. He hesitated for a moment in his excitement, just taking it all in.

She reached up to pull him in closer, whispering just before her lips touched his, “Max, I want you inside of me, to fill me up.”

As they kissed he felt her squirming beneath him, wriggling out of her stretchy pants. She flipped him over and pulled her tank top off as she straddled him.

“I’m ready. Now.”

“Apparently,” he said breathily with just a whisper of amusement in his low tone.

A sense of urgency had come over her and so she continued with her project of imminent clothing removal by pulling Max’s T-shirt over his head, feeling impatient at the seconds it took to free him from the neck of the shirt. She paused for just a moment to take in the sight of his handsome features flushed with excitement and his mussed up hair before she bent over to get to work on the buttons of his fly.

After he was finished kicking off his jeans, she sat back on her heels, looking to Max like a little naked sprite, perched there in nothing but her panties. First she pulled off her socks with a wink and tossed them hither thither across the room. Then she smiled and ran her hand lightly down his chest over the rippled contours of his abdomen, sucking in her breath as she said, “You’re so beautiful. How could you think I wouldn’t want to use you for your genetic material?”

He relaxed at her joke, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her back on top of him. As they kissed he could feel the ends of her hair flutter across his chest as she ground herself against his hardness. Max let out a low groan as he felt the heat from her crotch scorch through her underwear into his groin. Unable to take it for even a second longer he reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistline of her panties yanking them down clumsily in his haste. She finished the job for him and before he knew it she had sunk herself down on his cock, taking him whole.

His eyes opened wide as he felt her body engulf him. She began to move above him and pleasure swept through his body. Just the knowledge that there were no barriers between them upped the ante of his desire. Sure, Liz had been on the pill for years so condoms had long been a thing of the past but knowing that no contraceptives were in place was an incredible turn on. He hadn’t expected this. Making love with her had always been amazing but now that they were really trying to “make” something (or someone, he thought in awe) gave the whole experience a new edge.

Looking up at Liz as she worked her magic with her hips, Max was nearly overcome with the simple beauty of his wife. Her small form glowed with vitality and purpose. Her breathing was heavy, coming out in slight gasps. He reached up to touch her breasts, stoking the fire of her passion with every caress. It didn’t take her long to reach orgasm. God, nothing was more beautiful to Max than watching her come – the way that her mouth fell open slightly, how her body shook with each wave of pleasure. When she finally breathed out a sigh of release he reached up to brush her hair out of her face. She bent down to kiss him and as their tongues tangled together he took the opportunity to smoothly roll them over.

Liz bent her knees to take him in farther, clutching his sides with her inner thighs. He could feel her walls clenching against him firmly as he thrust inside of her.

“Let go Max. Come for me.” Liz’s words had an instantaneous effect on Max. At her insistence he increased the pace of his rhythm. He could feel the sensations taking over as she moved her hands lightly over his shoulders and chest, the delicacy of her touch contrasting beautifully with the intensity of their lovemaking. She began to moan in synch with the pattern of his thrusts and the sound of her voice brought him to the edge and over. He felt the tremors of her orgasm melding with his as he spilled inside of her and fell breathless upon her chest. She kissed his forehead as he rested against her breasts, the hot skin of his cheek warming her.

They laid there quietly as their breathing patterns slowed together. Liz cradled Max in her arms and stroked his hair tenderly where it stuck to his forehead with the sweet sweat from his exertions. They fell asleep still connected, bathed in the late afternoon sun streaming through the small window to the side of the bed.

Hours later Max awoke with the first beams of moonlight flooding the room and reflecting off of Liz’s naked body and his own. He sat up to gaze out the window, absentmindedly stroking Liz’s stomach as she snuffled in her sleep. As his hand moved over her belly, he felt a jolt of energy just after he touched the place where he had healed her so many years ago. Looking down at his hand against her skin, he was amazed to see a soft green light glowing in the space between his hand and her soft flesh.

His lips curled up into a smile spilling over with wonder.

“Liz, baby, wake up,” he shook her gently.

“Mmm I was dreaming,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Then she looked down to where he was touching her and then up to meet his eyes, her joy catching in her throat.

“We did it. We made a baby love,” Max whispered softly.

[femmenerd]

So I'm finally back with a new part for this fic. I apologize about how sporadic my posting has been lately. I unexpectedly had to look for a new apartment and then of course I had to run off to Santa Barbara and hang out with the LOD chat ladies. I have a brief respite for I have to start packing and moving so I'm going to try and post the last couple parts of this story before I go on vaca in early June.

Dreamy J - Giving you shivers is one of my main objectives in life. teehee

Emz80m - Thanks for the FB!

Ellie - Thanks for the bumps lady. Everything went just fine with the one day inlaws thanks. They love me 'cause I'm so sweet and innocent. *cackle, cackle*

Evans3 - Here some more, for you and for Liz.

icequeen - Hey thanks! I'm glad that it sounds like some of my intention with this fic is coming through.

Trixie - LOL - I guess that is the standard reply if you're trying to make an alien/human super gorgeous baby.

BehrObsession - Wow. Thanks so much. There are only two parts and an epilogue left but I'm a big dreamer so there should be more from me in the future.

Stuf of my heart - Well, you managed to graduate regardless of me and my smut so yay you! And yes, that Liz knows what she wants. See her demand more loving in this part as well.

Bixie - Alway glad to relieve some stress, or erm, tension.

Cherie - You should know that your gentle prodding in SB definitely helped get my ass into gear with this. So thanks!

Earth2Mama - Teehee. That one line definitely seemed to get a lot of attention. It was the first thing I thought of when I went to write that last part.


Part 8 “Fill Me Up”

“Maxwell Phillip Evans, you are driving me crazy!” Liz exclaimed, slamming the car door and scuttling as quickly as she could behind him. Max was walking purposefully towards their apartment building with a bag of groceries in each arm. Despite her irritation she couldn’t help but appreciate the movement of his goddamn gorgeous backside only partially obscured by the dark denim of his jeans. After several months of nausea, Liz’s libido had finally caught back up with her...with a vengeance. But her ever sensitive alien husband somehow hadn’t seemed to have caught on to this fact. She had tried leaving hints but he seemed not to notice, spending most of his time tiptoeing around her with a worried expression and watching her every move as if she were about to break. Ever since they had found out that Liz was pregnant, Max had hardly allowed her to lift a finger. Sometimes she was surprised that he allowed her to brush her own teeth.


Sheesh, I’m pregnant not made of glass, Liz sighed inwardly.

“Damn it, Max. I am still capable of carrying a little grocery bag or two,” Liz cried as she finally caught up with him. She had to take two fast steps for each of his long strides.

At four months, she was just starting to show. She was acutely aware of each minute change in her body and it all fascinated her – probably the result of her scientific orientation. Despite the fact that Michael and Maria had already had kids, Max still worried that something would go wrong in this alien/human "alliance," but somehow Liz had always had complete faith that everything would be fine. Deep down in her bones, she knew that they were meant for each other and so she was sure that this too would work out beautifully. It had to - nothing that came out of their love could be wrong, she assured herself. But Max, as per usual, was a worrier. Thus far, however, everything was progressing along normally.

Liz had been schooling herself on all things pregnancy and baby related ever since they had decided to start trying for children. And so she knew that her recent hormonally charged lust explosion was fully within the range of normal. Reading those books, however, had not in any way prepared her for the strength of the feelings that she was experiencing.

Max had always had an incredibly strong effect on her, from the very beginning. But lately…

It was all she could do to keep her hands off of him. His every movement made her crazy with desire (even if his constant over-protective behavior was threatening to cause her to bust a gasket of an entirely different variety). When she woke up in the morning, his scent was the first thing that came into her consciousness. Light yet musky, it was overpowering to her senses. But he just laid there asleep, peacefully unaware of what his very existence was doing to her.

When they were in the car just now on their way back from the market she had had the damnedest time focusing on their conversation as her eyes kept getting distracted by the play of the muscles in his forearms as he turned the steering wheel. The golden brown of his wrists where they attached to those hands….

Oh hell, all it takes are his gosh darn wrists to get me hot. Ack! Liz thought to herself.

So, um, Liz was feeling pretty frustrated, to put it lightly.

Her hand moved to her tummy where it was just starting to really poke out a bit. She was so tiny to begin with that it really just looked like she had swallowed a volleyball or something. But there were other changes that she was more aware of than other people. Her breasts were getting fuller which she was kind of excited about as she had always been so small chested. Not that that had ever really mattered to her that much. Max had always seemed to love her breasts, lavishing a great amount of attention on them. Well, not recently. Arggg.

And when she looked in the mirror she couldn’t be quite sure but she felt like she saw another, more indescribable change. Her cheeks were pinker, her eyes had more luster. As Maria had told her, “Damn girl, you’re freaking glowing.”

And why shouldn’t she be? She was married to the one person who never failed to make her heart go pitter patter and she was carrying their first child. A child that she had dreamed about since she was a young girl. And Liz knew that Max loved her and that he loved their baby. Even though his hen pecking had been getting on her nerves, she was smart enough to realize that he was only being that way because he loved her and he wanted to take care of her.

All the same, this little lady had needs that weren’t being met. And the tension of it all was about enough to make her want to scream right now.

Max turned around and shot her one of those blinding grins of his. It was a sunny spring day and the light from the sun was cascading over him, making him look like an Adonis in Levis. It was hard to stay irritated with someone when he was looking like that but Liz scowled a little bit anyway and put her hands on her hips.

“I just don’t want you to hurt yourself, honey,” Max said breezily, looking around quickly before using his powers to open up the door so that he wouldn’t have to put down either bag of groceries.

Liz sighed and looked down at her toes. She was wearing a blue sundress and sandals. She had worn the dress today partly because it was loose and so it hadn’t gotten uncomfortably tight like so many of her other clothes had recently but also because Max had always liked it. Such a boy. It probably had something to do with the girlish innocence of the dress, well that and the easy access it afforded. They had had many a fun encounter as a result of this dress but thus far he didn’t seem to be biting at the bait.

Liz bit her lip as she trudged up the stairs to their little second floor apartment. It wasn’t much but then a graduate student and an entry level researcher couldn’t afford much more. But it was full of love and memories, and they had turned Max’s study into a nursery now that he was basically finished with his dissertation. They would have to move anyway once Max found a teaching position.

When they got inside the door Max immediately busied himself with putting away the groceries. Liz tried to help but Max wouldn’t really let her so she sat down at the breakfast nook and watched him as he whirled around the kitchen opening and closing the fridge and the cupboard doors.

“Honey, do you want some milk?” Max called out to her but his voice was muffled a bit since his head was halfway inside the refrigerator.

“No,” Liz said a bit petulantly as she let her face slip down into her hands.

“But you really need the calcium right now. It’s good for you.”

She couldn’t help it but her foot started tapping against her chair making a thudding sound as sandal met wood.

“That’s not all that I need,” she whispered under her breath.

“What was that, Liz?” Max asked, whirling around to face her with a puzzled expression on his handsome face.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Liz said, trying to keep the tinge of exasperation out of her voice.

Max put down the bag of flour in his hands and began to move closer to where Liz was sitting. A concerned expression crossed his face. “What’s wrong, baby? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don’t know.” Liz was feeling a little crazy now in addition to frustrated.

Max looked mildly alarmed and more than a little confused as he kneeled down on the floor next to where she was sitting.

“Are you feeling alright? Do you feel sick again?”

“Oh no, I feel fine. I feel great actually…”

“Then what’s going on? I don’t understand.” Max’s voice sounded so gentle and so concerned that suddenly Liz felt kinda selfish, and not a little foolish. But she couldn’t help how she was feeling. And his close proximity was doing nothing to alleviate either her confusion or the lustful feelings coursing through her body.

She bit her lip, trembling a little bit. How was it possible that she could suddenly, after all these years, be feeling shy around him now?

“Max, I…do you still think I’m beautiful?” she said in a small voice.

“What? I - of course I do. You are so beautiful, Liz. I can still hardly believe that you chose me. You know that. Where is this coming from?” She could feel his golden gaze on her but she couldn’t look into those eyes right then. It was too hard.

He put his arms around her and she couldn’t help but start to shake. He was so warm and he smelled so good…

She decided then to take the plunge. “Then why don’t you…? I mean, is it because I’m getting too big? Do you not find me attractive like this?” Liz looked down into her hands as she spoke.

Max looked stunned. Liz snuck a peek just to see the expression on his face and was surprised to find him blushing – even the tips of his ears were turning pink.

“Liz, I…I don’t know what to say. You…I think you’re gorgeous. I thought you knew that.”

Suddenly a little flame of temper flared up inside of Liz and she couldn’t keep her next comment locked up inside. “How am I supposed to know that, Max Evans, when you haven’t really touched me in weeks?!”

Max seemed taken aback by her words. “I…I just don’t want to hurt you or…or anything. Actually I…”

Now he had her curiosity running rampant. “Actually you what? What is it, Max?”

He scratched behind his ear just like he always did when he was nervous. It was cute as hell and Liz couldn’t help the little flurry of excitement that it inspired deep inside of her. Her bashfulness was melting away and she had her eyes firmly locked on his face now as she waited for him to speak.

Max gulped before he answered her. His voice came out in a tone so low she had to strain her ears just to make out the words. “Well, actually, seeing you like this…it really does something to me.”

“What does it do to you? Does it turn you off? Do I not turn you on anymore?” She couldn’t help how her voice raised in volume as the questions flew out of her lips.

“Oh my god, no!” The words came out of his mouth before he had a chance to censor them and he blushed even harder. “God, Liz, you are so goddamn sexy. It takes everything that I have not to just roll you over every morning and just have my way with you.”

“What?!” Liz exclaimed, standing up out of her chair as she did so. “What on earth are you waiting for? Do you have any idea how much you’ve been driving me completely insane lately?”

“I guess I was worried that I’d be pushing you. You’re in a delicate condition right now and the last thing you’d need is your horny husband groping you all the time.” Max rose from where he knelt beside the chair and moved toward where Liz was standing at the entrance to the living room.

“Are you kidding me, Max? How clueless can you men get? I have been practically begging you for sex for a week straight and you just didn’t seem to get it. I was about to resign myself to celibacy for the next who knows how long.” Liz was waving her arms around frantically as she spoke.

“You mean, you want to, um…”

“Yes! Max. I have never wanted anything more. Ever minute of every day lately I feel like I’m about to burst if you don’t fuck me soon.” Liz couldn’t quite stop herself from laughing at the startled expression on Max’s face when he heard that last part.

Max gulped. “Why didn’t you tell me, Liz?”

“I guess that after you kept not taking the hint, I figured that you just didn’t want to or something.” Liz’s tone had gone from hot tempered to shy.

“Well, you were wrong. Every time I look at you lately I just want to touch you all over,” Max said in a tone that belied the strength of his passion. As he began to step towards her, Liz was nearly bowled over by the smoldering heat in his gaze. It gave her courage and just like that she raised her arms and yanked the sundress over her head.

It only took a split second of her standing there in nothing but her bra, panties and sandals for Max to pitch himself forward and kiss her with all the pent up sexual energy that had been stewing inside of both of them for too long.

Liz felt light-headed as she met his kiss head on. Her lips tingled where he swept his tongue past their entrance. In order to even the playing field she pulled back from him just enough to rip his white T-shirt over his head. She grinned at the dazed expression on his face and the mess his dark hair had become before she flitted out of his grasp and ran into the living room. Max followed her, watching as if in a trance as she slowly unclasped her bra and pulled it off, settling herself on the couch as she did. She shot him a teasing expression as she put her feet up on the coffee table, still wearing the low heeled sandals. Despite the bulge in her tummy, she felt sexy for the first time in awhile. She could see from the expression on Max’s face that the whole strappy shoes and white panties ensemble that she was currently sporting was having the desired effect on her husband.

Giggling just a little bit, Liz crooked her finger to beckon him forward. And comply he did. Max practically dove across the room to reach her. When he arrived he got down on his knees on the soft carpet and spread her legs to make room for himself. Liz closed her eyes as she felt his hands wander over her legs, up over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and then finally resting on the bump on her stomach. She opened her eyes when he stopped there, temporarily worried that her belly would in fact turn him off.

But when she looked up at him she saw only wonder on his face, wonder and the same burning fire that made her weak in the knees.

“You had no reason to worry, love,” Max said reverently.

“Oh, yeah?” Liz cocked an eyebrow as she looked down at him from her higher position on the couch.

“Yeah.” Max’s voice was husky and deep as he looked up to meet her gaze. “It, well, actually it turns me on. I was embarrassed to tell you because, I don’t know, it felt kind of cave-manish, to tell you the truth.” The blush once again crept across his chiseled cheekbones as he spoke.

“Oh really? How’s that?” Liz egged him on as she pulled him up to kiss her.

“It…just…makes me….hot,” Max told her between kisses and gasps for breath.

“Knowing that that’s me, that that’s my baby inside of you. That I put it there.”

They were kissing furiously now but still Max kept talking. His words were having an obvious effect on Liz. He could feel her inner thighs heating up where they touched his torso, a sure sign that she was getting aroused.

“It just makes me want to bury myself inside of you again.”

“Ahh, do it Max. I want to feel you inside of me. God, I want it so much. You have no idea.”

At that, she wrestled herself free of his grasp and turned herself around, bending over with her knees on the floor. She arched her back and looked up at him with teasing eyes.

It was all the invitation that he needed. As quickly as he possibly could he undid his fly (goddamn button fly!) and pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts revealing his hard cock nearly bursting with readiness. Liz moaned ever so softly as she watched him and pushed her panties down so that they puddled around her knees. Max raised a finger to her wetness, feeling the silkiness there as his throat constricted.

Liz tilted her head behind her to meet his eyes. He thrust two fingers inside of her and watched as her face reacted to his touch. “Max, I…need…more…now,” she panted.

He complied.

As he felt himself becoming sheathed in her warmth, he squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure, his mouth hanging ever so slightly open as he drove into her.

With his every thrust Liz felt the tension that had been building up inside of her for so long let go a little bit more. Before she knew it she was moaning openly. Biting down softly on her own hand as he filled her with his love.

In the heat of it all she twisted herself to look up at him. From her position she could see his entire chest perfectly as he moved inside of her. Every muscle defined and flexing with his every movement. She watched as a drip of sweat trickled down from the hollow in his neck, down over his pecs and finally disappearing into his navel. He was beautiful like a statue and yet he was all hers, she marveled to herself.

But then he began to move faster, harder and all she was able to think about was the feeling of his cock inside of her, filling her up. But he was still being a little more gentle, a smidgeon more restrained than she wanted him to be.

“More! Max. Give me all of you.”

She saw his eyes open wide and he slowed his motion, gliding in bit by tiny bit until he was all the way inside of her. He repeated the motion, moving in and out of her with maddeningly slow precision.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she bucked her hips in impatience. He got the message and once again began to thrust inside of her at a more rapid pace. Within moments Liz was crying out his name as her body was wracked with tremors of pleasure and joy.

“I…love you…Liz,” were the last sounds that came out of Max’s mouth before he came inside of her, his eyes open wide in that way that she showed her exactly how intense this was for him. He collapsed upon her slender back, laying light kisses all over her glistening skin.

Liz giggled and turned around to face him, laughing even harder when she looked down at Max’s pants around his ankles.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she said with a smug, satisfied expression on her face.

“Yikes, woman. What are you trying to do to me?” Max laughed easily as he pulled his pants back up and sat down on the couch with her. He pulled her into his arms and cradled her there. In that beautiful, sweaty moment Liz’s life had never felt so full or so complete.

“Well, you better watch out. In case this little one is stubborn about coming out on schedule. In one of my pregnancy books, I just read about a good way to incite labor if your pregnancy goes over term.”

“Oh yeah?” Max said as he nuzzled his nose into her bare shoulder.

“Yeah, so be prepared to help me. You got it in here and you just might need to help me get it out.”

“Well, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, I suppose,” Max said with a tired grin.

Liz smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. “You do it quite well. Quite well indeed.”

[femmenerd]

Well, I'm back already. I guess I'm trying to make up for the fact that I will be gone for two weeks next month. But I'm aiming to have the rest of this fic up before then. Feedback response to follow.

Part 9 “Happy Anniversary”

“Max! Our reservation is for 7:30. It’s almost 6:30. When did you tell your sister to be here to pick up Lily?” Liz’s voice called out through the house. She had been sad to leave the cozy little place they had lived in when their daughter was born – there were so many precious memories wrapped up in that funky, little, second floor apartment. But they had outgrown it. Still, even after two years of living in their own house, bought and well, mortgaged for, it all seemed so damn grown up to her. And today was their fifteenth wedding anniversary. When had they grown up and stopped being sappy teenagers stealing heated glances across the room at her parents’ café? Not that they didn’t exchange heated glances anymore, but they were usually across the table when their rambunctious and never endingly curious five year old girl was too busy investigating her mashed potatoes to pay attention. Or at functions for his job or hers, when they were all dressed up and Liz could pretend for a minute that the dashing dark haired man in the tailored suit that drew the eyes of every woman in the banquet room was a handsome stranger that she had just met, instead of the one man that she had been loving so furiously for over a decade, going on two.

Which is not to say that she would have it any other way. It was just fun to fall in lust with Max all over again, which is what generally happened every time they went out and away from the laundry and the dishwasher and the legos on the living room floor. Liz loved her life with Max. She loved being able to come home and know that he would be there. She loved waking up with him every morning (even when he hit the snooze button one too many times) and she loved watching him get lost in playing with their daughter, smiling and laughing the way he never had when he was a child.

But she also relished the times when she got to put her hair up and wear perfume and strappy heels instead of sneakers or pumps or sensible shoes for work. The times when she got to go out and just be Max’s lover instead of a mommy or a serious scientist. So thank god Isabel had offered to take Lily for the whole night so that Max and Liz could have a precious evening of privacy. Lily also seemed excited. She loved her aunt Isabel, who was always glamorous and fun and Liz suspected gave her more ice cream than Mommy would allow.

Just at that moment, the doorbell rang, and the stunning blonde alien bombshell in question arrived. From her position at her vanity mirror, Liz could hear her sister in law cooing over Lily and making playful ribs at Max, who had yet to get dressed to go out.

Liz poked her head out into the hall and waved at Isabel. “Hey Iz, I’ll be out in a second.”

“Don’t worry about it on my account. You just make yourself beautiful. I know how it is. Besides little miss Lily and I have to rush if we’re going to make our movie.”

“Yay,” Liz could see her daughter hopping up and down and grabbing onto her aunt’s leather clad form. Her chestnut brown ringlets were bobbing as she bounced for joy.

“Hold up. What kind of movie are you taking my girl to exactly, Izzie?” Max’s voice sounded mildly concerned and a little wrinkle formed in between his eyes.

“Hey, calm down, little brother. It’s Disney. What do you take me for?”

“OK, well have a good time ladies. I’ll see you in the morning princess Lily. ‘Kay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You be good for your Aunt Isabel, OK?”

“’K”

Liz’s heart contracted with pride and love as she watched Max kneel down to hand Lily her backpack and kiss her on the forehead.

When she heard the door close behind Lily and Isabel Liz turned back to the mirror and proceeded with putting on the diamond studs that Max had given her for their tenth anniversary. It was a good thing to have an alien for a husband, capable of using intergalactic mojo to bring a diamond into being. She knew for a fact that there would have been no way that he could have afforded to buy diamonds at that point in their life, what with a baby on the way. She was finishing the process of pinning up her hair when she heard Max’s heavy footsteps behind her. She saw him in the mirror as he advanced toward her with a smoldering look in his eyes just before he wrapped his arms around her waist and started laying wet kisses on the nape of her neck above the plunging back of the black satin dress she had bought especially for this evening. Her heart sped up immediately at the feel of his mouth on her skin and she closed her eyes and spit out the last bobby pin from her mouth.

Somewhere in his journey from the front door to their bedroom Max had shed his shirt and was wearing only the jeans he had had on for his trip to the park with Lily earlier that day. She could feel the heat emanating from his chest where it connected with her exposed back and like usual his skin was soft to the touch over the hard expanse of his muscles. He sure hadn’t let himself go, a fact which she saw reflected in the eyes of every woman (and more than a few men) that crossed their paths. But Liz didn’t mind all the attention he got. He was never as aware of it as she was and she rather enjoyed watching the wide eyed looks he inspired everywhere he went – it only validated her choice. Made her feel smug and lucky.

Liz opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. In a flash she realized that it wasn’t just their surroundings and their job titles that were grown up; she was grown up too. She could see the beginnings of laugh lines forming around her eyes. Well, it was better than worry lines, she figured, but all the same she had a number of various creams and lotions stocked in the bathroom. As if reading her thoughts Max began to whisper in her ear.

“God, you’re beautiful, Liz.”

And he meant it. As he looked at her, he was overwhelmed by how much he loved her. He knew that she sometimes fretted about the slightest signs of aging (most of which he believed she was making up) but in his eyes she was even more beautiful than when they were sixteen. And he would know, considering that he had been watching her closely since they were eight years old. When he looked at her now, he saw the young girl she had been, but also the amazing capable woman she was now, the mother of his child, the love of his life. And she was goddamn sexy as all get out.

Watching her get ready was always a big turn on for him. It was almost more intimate than watching her get undressed.

And so he couldn’t resist bringing his hands up underneath the knee length skirt of her dress, moaning slightly as his hands came into contact with the soft skin of her thighs.

“Max, what are you doing?” she panted as she made no move to stop him. He was kissing down her back as his hands crept up her thighs and lingered at her panties.

He smiled slightly and brought his head up to look at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m helping you get ready,” he said teasingly before going back to kissing her, moving the spaghetti strap of her dress aside as he moved his mouth over the sensitive hollow between her shoulder and her neck, surreptitiously using his tongue to elicit sounds of pleasure from his wife.

Liz sighed and began to watch his actions in the mirror with fascination. There was something incredibly sexy about not only feeling the things that he was doing to her but also being able to see them. As he continued to lick and nip at her skin, she felt her mind clouding over, filling with a lustful Max-induced haze. His hands had traveled upwards and soon he was cupping her breasts through the silky material of her dress. As his fingers grazed her nipples, she cried out and reared her head back, only burying his face deeper into her neck.

“We’re…going to be…late,” she gasped as he gently rolled her turgid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Max groaned and Liz could feel the hard outline of his erection through his jeans and the soft material covering her ass.

“How about just a little bit?” he pleaded.

That was all the convincing she really needed. In a just a few moments and with a few choice caresses he already had her dizzy with desire and throbbing below the waist. She swung herself around and immediately impacted her mouth with his, kissing him hungrily, not minding that her carefully applied lip gloss was sliding right off. She swallowed in the sweetness of his breath as she wrapped her legs around him tightly.

Without further ado they landed haphazardly on the bed and soon Liz was having a tug of war with Max’s zipper. Once she had won her battle, he proceeded to have a much easier exchange with her black lace thong. Max raised the tiny panties up in the air with his finger and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Liz laughed, “It’s almost laundry day. There’s nothing left but the butt floss.”

“No complaints here. We should put the laundry off more often,” he said as he tossed the panties and dove onto her, covering her mouth with kisses, hot and sweet.

There was still a barrier between them. Liz could feel Max’s cock resting in between her legs but his boxers were still between them. She groaned and pushed him up as he panted and watched her pull his shorts off. “Impatient, are we?” he teased as he pushed her skirt up to reveal her naked sex.

“Hey, we have dinner reservations,” Liz replied as she pulled him back to her and guided him inside.

The pleasure of their joining silenced them…or at least their words. Max began thrusting into her quickly, made urgent by how Liz’s hands were gripping his ass.

After a few moments, Liz moved to roll over, taking Max with her as she went. Her excitement was building and there was only one quick cure. She threw her head back and rode him hard. She closed her eyes and focused on a mantra of “He’s inside me, he’s inside me, Max is inside me” and it didn’t take long before she was biting her lip and crying out.

“Wow, that didn’t take long,” Max’s voice interrupted her orgasm cloud.

“Hey, you should be glad that I’m easy to please,” she replied.

“Mmmm, and I like pleasing you,” he said as he pulled her down to him and claimed her lips. “OK, we can go now. I’ve done what I set out to do.” Max started to pull out but Liz wouldn’t let him. “What? I thought you said we were going to be late?”

“Shut up, Max,” Liz said as she kissed him and pulled him back to her. “We have time for you too. My makeup is already messed up. Just be quick about it,” she teased.

“Oh, I don’t think that will be a problem. You’ve got me all riled up,” Max said as he flipped them over once again and pushed into her hard as he lifted her legs up, catching her knees on his arms.

With each thrust Liz was able to feel him pushing deliciously against the secret spot inside of her that drove her nuts, that elusive bundle of nerves on the inside that could only be reached from the exact right angle. While her first orgasm had been sharp and focused, her second came in shuddering waves that diffused throughout her body. She cried out and her moans fueled Max’s quick release.

When she felt his body become totally still, she lifted his head and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“Come on now, it’s time for you to get all dolled up. I want everyone to see what a handsome husband I have.” She looked at the clock on the wall. There was still time left if they hurried. That really had been an efficient few minutes. But then, practice makes perfect.

Liz dusted herself off primly and headed for the bathroom, leaving Max lying dazed on the bed.

“Liz?”

“Yes, dear.”

“You’re amazing.”

Liz turned around and smiled at her husband. She blew him a kiss and replied,

“Happy Anniversary.”

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I'm holding my breath here 'cause I'm about to post the last part of this story. I'm a little nervous because there's some angst but please have faith because it all fits into my vision of this fic and their dreamy, dreamy relationship.

I want to thank all of you who have have been here along the way posting and encouraging me with your feedback. And I also want to thank all you lurkers (I knew you were there!). Here's your last chance to delurk!

-Lucia. (feedback response to follow)

Edited to add two important things:
1) Big thanks to my darling Doublestuf for reading over this part ahead of time and for being generally supportive and simpatico.

2) In part 9, Max is approximately the same age as Jason Behr is right now. Just keep that in mind for visual references if you happen to ever reread that part.

Part 10 “Comfort”

The darkness in the room was heavy, weighed down by the intensity of her grief and sadness. Max stood at the doorway, unsure of how to proceed – it was breaking his heart to see Liz this way. Ever since her father had died, she had had this lost look on her beautiful face. He would do anything to alleviate her pain but in this case he didn’t know what to do, what she wanted.

His heart flooded when he remembered the last words that Jeff Parker had spoken to him in the hospital.

“You’ve done a good job, Max. You’ve loved her right and I know that I can trust you to keep doing that, to keep making her happy. I know that at first I was a little harsh to you but it was only because I loved her so much – I didn’t want anyone to hurt my little girl. But I’m glad that I finally wised up. All I ever wanted was for her to have whatever she wanted and I’m glad that in time I figured out that what she wanted was you. So I know that I don’t even need to ask you to take care of her…But I am. I’m telling you to keep my girl safe and happy. I know that you will and that knowledge makes this all easier for me.”

They hadn’t known how sick Liz’s father had become until just before the end. As soon as they had gotten the call from Nancy, they had immediately packed up Lily and gotten on the next flight to New Mexico. Max had once again been amazed at the seemingly boundless strength of his petite, little wife. She had stayed at the hospital for days on end, supporting her mother and telling her dad jokes and anecdotes about the granddaughter he doted on. But Max had known how hard it was for Liz and had made sure to always be there with a fresh cup of coffee (real coffee not the swill in the hospital cafeteria) and a shoulder for her to rest on when no one else was watching.

That one encounter between Max and Jeff had been the first and last time that the two of them were alone during the whole ordeal. Jeff had insisted that Liz and Nancy take a break and go and eat some real food. When they had protested he had insisted and told them that he and Max had some “man business” to discuss. Lily was off getting spoiled by her Aunt Maria in ways that were sure to excite her preteen heart. Max suspected that this might involve getting her ears pierced and his “daddy instincts” made him a little nervous. But he was also aware that this was probably just because it was so strange for him to realize that his little girl was growing up. And he also knew that in addition to being just as beautiful as her mother she was also just as head strong and he didn’t want to end up on her shit list.

So that had left him alone with his father-in-law. They had never been close but over the years had become comfortably amicable – they both knew what it was like to live in households dominated by Parker women. And Max knew that he too would miss the presence of his father-in-law at family gatherings, and not just for Liz’s sake. And so he couldn’t help but dwell on what he could do if he chose to use his powers on the disease that was overtaking Jeff Parker’s body.

But nothing could have prepared him for what Jeff said next,

“I know what you’re thinking, Max.”

Max looked up, startled.

“I know what you are, Max,” Jeff continued unabated, looking Max right in the eye as he spoke, his gaze still firm even if his body was weakened and ailing.

“Mr. Parker…Jeff…I…” Max sputtered.

“Hold up. Let me get this out. I know what you did all those years ago to save my Lizzie’s life and I am eternally grateful.”

Max swallowed. His voice wavered in a low register as he managed to get the question out, “You knew? And still you didn’t mind your daughter being with…being with someone like me?”

“I saw how much you loved her. And in the end, that was enough for me.”

The older man’s words left quite an impact on Max. After all these years, he was still amazed by the ability of some people to accept the unknown.

“You know, sir, that I could…”

“Yes, Max, I do and that’s what I need to talk to you about. It’s my time. I’m ready to go. I know that Liz isn’t ready to accept that yet but I want you to help her. I have faith in you.

A few days later, Jeff Parker had died quietly in his sleep.

Ever since then, Liz had been like a whirlwind, taking care of funeral arrangements, calling family and friends - getting shit done, just like she always did. But now her parents’ house was empty. Her mother had taken Lily to spend the night at the hotel with Nancy and her sister, Liz’s aunt. Liz had insisted on cleaning up after the reception at the Crash Down and there had been no stopping her.

But now she was finally still, gazing out at the stars by the window.

Max coughed and she turned around briefly to face him. Liz’s eyes were red; he could see that she had been crying…finally. It made him both relieved and saddened. She was so lovely, tear streaked and all. In that moment he was bowled over by her beauty, how it shone in her eyes, regardless of the situation. She just kept getting more beautiful to him. Every year it was if it just became more solidified – the beauty and strength of her soul coming through more and more on the exterior.

He ached to comfort her. When her voice rang out through the darkened room, it reverberated in his heart.

“Max…”

“Yes,” he said as he walked across the room to stand a few feet beside her.

She looked up at him with eyes that were pleading and yet filled with fire.

“I want you to hold me.”

“Whatever you need, Liz. Whatever you need,” he murmured as he gathered her into his arms. He could feel her heart beating fast as her tears soaked into the white dress shirt he had worn with his suit. As she melted against him, he stroked her hair tenderly, reverently, hoping that his love would soak into the silky strands and warm her.

“I need you,” she said, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes as she reached up with those delicate hands and began loosening his tie.

“Liz! I…are you sure? Don’t you want to talk?” Max was confused. Seducing her was the last thing on his mind, given the enormity and tragedy of the day. But despite himself, he felt his body reacting to her as she began to hastily unbutton his shirt, her fingertips lightly grazing his skin as she did.

“I want you to make me feel alive,” she said simply and stood up to kiss him fiercely. He could taste her grief through their connection and her tears where they had collected in the corners of her mouth.

As their mouths feasted on one another, Max concentrated his energy on sending the full force of his love for her through their connection. He was so focused on this project that he was taken by surprise when she pushed him back on the bed forcefully and began ripping away at his clothing.

“I just want…to feel something…besides this horrible sadness,” Liz said plaintively, feverishly. “I need this. I need you.”

Max’s eyes closed as she skillfully unzipped him and pulled his cock out his pants, jumping on top of him soon after. She hiked up the skirt of the black dress she was wearing (dutiful mourner that she was) and pulled the crotch of her underwear aside and impaled herself upon him, moaning at the burst of sensation.

Her movements were fast and steady. The ache of grief that had been overwhelming her for days became mixed with the familiar ache of desire. She felt safer, less alone, feeling Max inside of her, body and soul. When Liz looked down and saw Max’s face below her, she felt a flush of comfort warm her throughout. He was beautiful no doubt, the same sensual lips, the dark hair only lightly speckled through with grey, but it was the love in his eyes that moved her the most. And she cried, tears streaming down her face as she felt rather than thought about all the love that she had been blessed with in her life - her parents, Alex, Maria, her daughter, and especially the handsome alien who had healed her from the beginning and just couldn’t seem to stop. Liz let the tears fall. They splashed onto Max’s chest but he didn’t allow himself to be fazed and reached up to stroke the wetness from her cheek. She felt pain and loss and love and passion and every emotion wrapped up into one – she felt alive. And through it all, she could feel Max’s love encasing her, flowing through her veins.

And when they came together in unison, it was like a burst of light, a release on so many different levels.

After their bodies stilled, they laid there for a long time in silence, Max’s stroking her hair, every so often kissing her forehead.

“I love you,” Liz said softly, finally.

Max held her even more tightly, willing that she be comforted.

“And I love you,” he said.

After a pause, he spoke again, somewhat tentatively. “He knew, you know, about me, but he never said anything until last week in the hospital.”

Liz nodded, somehow not surprised.

“He loved you so much, Liz, and he wanted you to be happy. He as much as ordered me to make sure that you were.”

Somehow Liz was able to form a half smile through the tears that were once again welling up in the big, brown eyes that Max loved so much.

“That’s my dad,” she whispered.

“And he wouldn’t let me heal him. I guess he felt it was his time.” Max’s voice wavered as he continued to speak but Liz’s eyes begged him to continue.

“He…he just asked me to take good care of you.” Max’s voice finally cracked as he felt a lone tear move its way down his face.

Liz hadn’t been sure if her already swollen heart could handle any more but somehow she managed, smiling through her sobs.

“He was a pretty smart guy, my dad, when he wasn’t being pigheaded and stubborn, like another man that I love.”

Max smiled crookedly, wistfully.

Liz caught his jaw in her hand tenderly and turned his face towards her own. “If I learned anything from him, it was to appreciate what you have in this life. And I have you. Thank God.”

Epilogue –

Liz walked breezily up the walkway to the old brick building that housed Max’s office. It was a wondrous, snowy winter day, the kind where the sunlight reflects off of all the white and turns everything into a kind of fairy land. Even though it had been years and years since she had first left the desert where she had grown up, sights like this still took Liz’s breath away. The world felt beautiful and she could hardly contain her excitement. They were going away for the whole weekend! Just the two of them, to spend the whole time in a bed and breakfast in Vermont. Her eyes glazed over when she thought about fireplaces and hot chocolate and a chance to make love without a teenage daughter or her friends around to be any the wiser. She smiled with only slightly bitter nostalgia as she thought about how being sent to Vermont used to be a threat and yet now it was like a dream come true.

A gust of wind blew across the courtyard in front of the steps to the Lit department. Liz snuggled into the high collar of her wool jacket and pulled her hat down further on her head to protect her ears from the cold. As she scurried up the stone steps, Liz couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that two young girls just a few years older than Lily were having as they emerged from the building.

“I can’t believe that you just had a meeting with Professor Evans! He is so damn sexy, I can hardly concentrate during his lectures,” said one perky blonde in a dark blue parka.

“I know. I was so nervous. I hope I didn’t make a complete ass out of myself,” said her walking companion.

“I wonder what his wife is like. He is definitely the hottest old guy I’ve ever met.”

“He’s not that old. He’s what, like, fortysomething? Doesn’t look it though.”

“Hmmm, I guess some men just get better with age.”

As the two girls tripped down the stairs and out of earshot, Liz smiled to herself and blushed. He certainly does, she thought to herself. Max was so oblivious but here was her proof that she wasn’t the only one that thought that he was walking sex. She giggled to herself as she rushed to the building’s entrance and bustled through the hallway to his office door.

She was hardly in the door and had just barely removed her snow covered hat when she found herself immediately enveloped in strong arms that picked her up and swung her around joyfully.

“There’s my girl,” Max said huskily as he nuzzled her throat.

“I crossed paths with a couple of your admirers on the way in,” she said in a voice that was dripping with mirth.

“Hmmm, what?” Max was too busy drinking in the scent of her hair to really catch on.

“Nothing. Nevermind. Are you ready to go?”

“How do you mean?” Max said slyly.

Liz hit him playfully with a mitten covered hand. The impish smile on his face contrasted with the “distinguished” streaks of grey in his dark hair. He wore it well though. Sometimes Liz couldn’t help but look at him and think, “How did I end up married to a movie star?”

“Well, someone’s feeling frisky,” she replied teasingly.

He responded by pressing himself up against her closer as he slipped her jacket to the floor. His front to her back, his breath in her ear as he whispered, “I can’t help it. I’ve spent the whole day of classes thinking about how in just a few hours I’ll be alone with you next to a raging fireplace, naked beneath those quilts they have at the B&B…”

Liz could feel her face flushing red and she swallowed. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you…” Max murmured as he proceeded to trail hot kisses down her neck.

Liz closed her eyes and was inundated with a barrage of images, flashes that he was sending her.

Max’s head between her legs, his tongue working her into a frenzy as the firelight glinted on his hair…

His body above hers, moving rhythmically as his muscles pulsed and tensed with each thrust…

Herself throwing her head back with abandon as she sat astride him, bracing herself with her palms as he cradled her breasts with his hands…

Liz opened her eyes wide and found herself panting and shaking. She swung herself around then and captured his lips in a kiss that had her tingling in every crevice and cranny.

When their lips broke apart briefly, she whispered into his mouth, “God, Max, after all this time, I still LOVE making love to you.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, since we have the rest of our lives to do it,” he replied breathily just before his tongue slipped in between her parted lips.

Pulling back for a moment, Max rested his forehead against hers and met her gaze. Liz could see the love and desire smoldering in the gold flecks in his amber eyes and she sighed. This is love, she thought to herself. And it is more than enough.





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