Author: Courtney
Category: M/L AU.
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Roswell and its characters. Those all belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Business partners, Max Evans and Liz Parker decide to go on a spontaneous tropical escape. What happens when these two friends give into the undeniable?
Author’s Note: This is the first time posting any of my work, anywhere. Displaying one’s personal work is always nerve-wracking. It’s like putting a piece of you out there for the whole world to see. Questions and/or comments, don’t hesitate to let me know. Hope you guys enjoy it. Essentially, this is all about the smutty fluff. It won’t be too terribly long either. But we’ll see how things progress. A huge shout-out to Ki-ki for the fabulous banner. You’re awesome girlie.

Chapter One – No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
I've been up to my neck workin’ six days a week
Wearin’ holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin’ of getting’ away since I don’t know
Ain't no better time than now… for Mexico
“Max, would you please turn down that music? It’s awfully distracting,” Liz Parker said loudly over the noisy radio. “Some of us are actually trying to work.”
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues… hey I forgot ‘em
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand
With no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, no problems
“Liz, loosen up, it’s the weekend,” he grinned, sauntering into the room with his sexy swagger. “It’s party time.”
“For you maybe, but I have work to do.”
“You have no such thing,” he replied leaning over her desk, staring her straight in the eyes. “I know for a fact you’ve done everything. I checked it over myself.”
“Max,” she sighed, looking away from his face, “what have you always pounded into me? Work first, play later.”
“Later is now,” he smiled.
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look through my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code
Liz pursed her lips, hoping to hide the hint of the smile that threatened to spill anytime. “You always have to come up with something don’t you?”
“You know me, Parker. Work hard. Play harder.”
“With emphasis on the play harder,” she muttered under a breath.”
“You love me anyways.” He grinned again, before exiting the room. Liz looked down, pretending to be writing.
“Whatever.”
Babe let’s get packed… tank tops and flip flops if you’ve got ‘em
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
She quickly gathered the papers strewn all over the desk and began busying herself with organizing the clutter that she called a workspace. No one was left but her and Max, everybody else had already gone home.
His cheery whistles floated into the room, bringing an unexpected smile to her lips. “Oh Max, you never change,” she whispered softly to herself.
After fifteen minutes he poked his head through the door. “You ready?”
“For what?”
“To get out of this place. It’s suffocating.”
“Yeah, just give me a few minutes,” she answered while digging through files.
Max watched her as she moved about the place with such ease and grace that left him wondering if she ever fumbled. Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail, leaving a few wispy strands framing her face. Absent-mindedly she pushed them out of her way, as she focused on the paper in her hands.
He smiled at the sight of her so absorbed in her work. Liz Parker was the best thing to ever happen to him, professionally of course. She made her job seem as easy as reciting the ABC’s, and after having disposed of four other assistants, he was grateful he’d come upon her, she was a true asset to the company.
Continuing to discreetly check her out, Max waited patiently while she put the last of her things away.
“I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything,” she said, sighing out loud.
“Liz, don’t worry about it. Everything’s fine.” He strode over to her. “Now, let’s go,” and taking a hold of her arm led her out the door.
* * *
Plopping down on her favorite leather recliner, Liz closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the cool Seattle breeze on her face. She was glad the work week was over. It had been a hectic time, with what getting everything ready for next month’s gala and keeping on top of her latest project, life had gotten way to busy.
As she drifted into a light slumber a knock sounded on the door. Stifling a yawn, she made her way to the door.
“Max? What are you doing here?” she found herself asking the tall figure standing on her doorstep. He was dressed casually in khakis and a light green polo shirt that did nothing to hide his well-defined chest.
He took what appeared to be plane tickets out of his pocket. “This.”
“Tickets? Ok…” she trailed off, unsure of what he meant.
“You and I are going to have ourselves some fun this week-end.” He pushed past her and walked into the living room as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Scrunching her nose, Liz closed the door and followed him. “What are you talking about? I don’t have any plans of going anywhere this week-end.”
“You do now,” he smiled with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
Liz crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. “What makes you think I’d go anywhere with you, Evans?”
“Because you’ve worked your ass off these past few weeks and deserve some RnR time. That’s why. Plus, I’m great company.”
She smirked at his last comment. “Right. That’s why I never want to leave the office.”
He simply smiled and headed for her bedroom. “Where are you going?”
“To get you packed.”
“Max!” she protested. Heaving an annoyed sigh, she went after him, as he entered her bedroom.
Heading straight for her closet, he opened it to find an array of attractive business attire along with a variety of casual wear. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a pink baby doll hanging from a hanger. The thought of her in it brought a definite smile to his face.
Grabbing the over-sized duffle lying on the floor he threw it on the bed. “Ten minutes.”
“What?! Max, you’re damn crazy if you think I’m going…”
“Fine. The I’ll pack for you.” He started tossing tank tops and shorts onto the bed.
“Max! You can’t just barge in like this and expect me to go along with your every demand.”
He stopped throwing clothes and walked over to her. “Liz, I want you to relax. You’ve been working hard and I really think you need some off time.”
“And how would you know what I need?”
“I don’t. I’m guessing.” She raised an eyebrow. “Please Liz,” he continued, almost begging. “It’ll be a nice break. Just you and me.”
Shaking her head, she almost smiled. He must’ve noticed because he took her hands into his. “You know you want to.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let’s do it.”
With a final sigh of exasperation, Liz freed herself from his way too inviting hold and began to put her scattered clothes into the bag.
“Fine. But only for the week-end, plus you haven’t even told me where it is we’re going.” Walking around the room she gathered the items she’d need, including her favorite flip-flops. Tossing everything into the duffel she zipped it closed and stared at him.
Max burst into a wide smile. “Jamaica.”
Song: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems by Kenny Chesney