TITLE: Silkening
AUTHOR: Tasyfa
AUTHOR'S EMAIL:
tasyfa@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Max/Liz, verbal hints of slash
RATING: NC-17, hard
DISCLAIMER: The characters of
Roswell are the property of Twentieth Century Fox Television and Regency Productions. All original characters and concepts are the property of the author. No profit has been made from the distribution of this work of fiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Basically, this is what a friend used to call a Plotless Nookie Companion fic. :lol : I had a few ideas that never fit into F/FC and one decided to speak to me. Possibly assisted by Godiva chocolates LOL!
hugs, Tas
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Michael sauntered down the hallway, feigning total indifference to the fact that today was the beginning of another school year. The
last school year, which was why he felt like shouting, Hallelujah! Not because they were back in school—that might excite Max and Liz, never Michael—but because the first day inevitably led to the last day, and thence to freedom. It was difficult not to enjoy that idea.
He frowned as he caught sight of Max leaning against the wall, sneaking a glance around the corner. Michael peeked, too, seeing Liz talking to a couple of girls down the other way. He scratched his eyebrow, baffled.
“Max, what’re you doing?”
His best friend and lover jerked, startled. “Michael. Do you see Liz?”
“Uh, yeah. You realize that you’re dating her now, right? You don’t have to skulk and stare anymore—she’ll talk to you. Besides, that doesn’t answer the question.” Or why Max looked almost sick, extremely pale except for the high color flushing his cheeks.
“Look at what she’s wearing.”
Michael leaned over, checking out their girlfriend. She wore all black, save for the red scarf flung around her neck. Knee-high leather boots, leather mini skirt, sleeveless turtleneck of some shiny material that looked like it’d feel good. In short, she looked fucking hot.
But that wasn’t unusual, so his confusion remained. “Maxwell, I know you like the fuck-me boots, but what gives?”
Max snorted, rolling his eyes. “Not the boots, Michael. See her breasts? Don’t they seem kind of…high?”
“Of course I see her breasts, you dimwit. She has the only pair between the three of us—oooooh,” he interrupted himself as he figured it out. “She has that corset thing on, with the garters! It’s the whole fuck-me outfit!”
“Right.” Max laughed a little but his breathing was shallow. Michael was becoming concerned. “The scarf.”
“What about it? It’s red. Are you okay?”
“Same red as something else.”
Michael groaned. “It’s a birthday scarf. Is that why you’re so worked up? She wore one in the summer and you said you got flashes around them, right?”
He nodded, throat working. “Different today. Flashes are continuous. All from her birthday. It’s all I can see, Michael.”
The incomplete sentences disturbed Michael. “I’ll go tell her to take it off.”
Max shook his head. “Not going to stop it. If I get anywhere near her, I’ll… No control. Taking everything I have to stay here, now. Can you help?” he near pleaded.
He scrutinized Max. Dilated pupils in irises ripened to the color of wheat; the way his eyes normally looked after extended foreplay, or in the middle of sex. This from infrequent glances at a woman yards away wearing a goddamned scarf. Shit. Never mind fire, Liz was playing with a fucking inferno here.
Michael leaned out again to look at her, and this time she saw him. Liz offered a coquettish smile and licked her lips, her eyes dropping to his groin. Michael raised an eyebrow and stood back up straight, meeting Max’s gaze. To his dismay, he noticed something he’d never seen before. “Do you have your shades with you?”
Max nodded, puzzled. Michael told him, “Put them on, man. Your eyes are getting freaky.”
He fumbled out the sunglasses and they obscured the problem. “What am I going to do?”
Michael’s mouth lifted in a crooked smirk. “Liz is deliberately trying to provoke you. I say we let her reap what she’s sown.”
Feeble head shake from Max, who was looking worse by the minute. “She doesn’t know—this bad.”
“Not the strength, no, but she does know it affects you.” Michael took a chance and stepped a little closer, staring directly into his lover’s eyes as he spoke in a mere whisper. “I’d take you, if that would work. But I know that it has to be Liz.”
“Michael,” he whispered back, regretfully.
Michael winked, trying to show Max that it didn’t bother him, although he did think it would be some experience. “Later. Right now, you get to home room so you’re not marked as absent, then skip first period and head for the eraser room. I’ll make sure Liz is there.”
Max’s expression grew faintly pained. “Eraser room? Get in trouble on first day?”
He laughed. “Lock the damn door, Maxwell. And use that shield of yours to soundproof it while you’re at it!”
Max uttered a weak laugh. “Okay. Going, see if cold water helps. Keep her away?”
“Yeah. Let me handle Liz. You worry about not falling apart until it’s time.”
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Liz stood alone in the eraser room, feeling a little nervous. She’d known that wearing one of her birthday scarves would be a clear signal to her men, but she hadn’t expected to be called on it quite so soon. And Michael’s words had been on the odd side, seeming almost like a warning. All she could do at this point, though, was to wait for Max and find out what kind of effect her carefully chosen outfit had had on him.
She jumped when he entered the room. Unable to get a good look at his expression before he turned to lock the door, it startled her when Max spoke while still facing away from her.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
“Of course.” Over top of everything so she didn’t need to unsnap it all in order to pee. Liz had decided that the tie-up thong was just too risky to wear to school. What if it came undone and fell onto the floor in the middle of the hallway?
“Take them off.”
Liz shivered at the command. Apparently the scarf had stirred more than one impulse. She removed her panties and laid them on the bench. “Done.”
“Now your blouse.” His voice crackled the slightest bit and as Liz obeyed, she noticed how stiffly Max stood, leaning against the wall beside the door as if he needed the support. “Let me guess: you’re wearing that leather ensemble underneath.”
“Yes.”
“Flip the satin down.” She followed the order, exposing the top half of her breasts, and was about to ask a question in return when he continued, “Are your nipples hard?”
Glancing down, she saw that the tips had just begun to pebble. “A little bit.”
He nodded. “I want you to play with them, Liz. Pull on your nipples until they’re completely hard.”
A low moan escaped her lips as she complied. When her breasts had drawn up tight and heavy, she whispered, “Okay.”
Max’s breathing had grown audible, sounding harsh in the small room. Originally Liz had worried about the possibility of being overheard, even though the door was locked, but she could see a faint shimmer over the area and she knew that he had blocked all sound from exiting.
“Then pull your skirt up around your waist,” he rasped.
As if floating in a dream, she adjusted her skirt, her body tingling in the sudden certainty that she wouldn’t be removing any more clothing. Something about the idea of making love in only partial nudity felt wickedly naughty. “What now?” she asked breathlessly.
Max laughed, his voice strained. Liz could see his fists clench at his side and it shot sparks through her. “Now you tell me how wet you are.”
“Wh—what?”
“Are you excited enough yet for your fingers to be covered in moisture when you touch yourself?”
Surprised and somewhat confused that he remained across the room, she slid one hand between her legs. “Um, n—not quite yet.”
Her desire spiked higher when her answer elicited a low growl. “Okay, then I want you to take your scarf, and tie one end around each wrist. Can you do that?”
It was awkward, but Liz managed. “Yes.”
“And it’s secure?”
She bit her lip over a moan. “I double knotted it.” Max could undo it with his powers after. Assuming anything ever happened that involved more than his voice, that was. Even so, the weight and texture of the desire in the room had her feeling lightheaded and needy.
“Good girl,” he praised huskily. “Put your foot up on the bench.”
Her knees thus spread, Liz gulped in air, her breathing stuttering in anticipation that he might finally touch her.
He didn’t. He had obviously heard the rustle of her skirt as she moved, the quiet thump of her boot heel, and Max didn’t wait for Liz to confirm her actions before he spoke again. This time, a hint of pleading accompanied the increasing raggedness of his instructions. “I want you to touch yourself, Liz. I want you to use your fingers on your clitoris and inside your body, until you’re absolutely drenched. I want you so wet, Liz. I
need you wet.”
Puzzled still but willing to find out where he was going with all this, she returned to her explorations. Very shortly afterwards, she didn’t care anymore that it was her own hand relieving some of her ache. She moaned softly, watching Max’s chest heave as he heard her. She was so close—so close…
“Stop. Right now,” he barked.
“But—” Liz protested.
“
Now.”
She complied, anger twisting her mouth. “What kind of games are you playing, Max?” This wasn’t like him at all. The commands, yes, but always before when they had eased into the realm of dominance/submission his behavior had made sense. Liz was thoroughly confused.
“I’m not playing a game, Liz. You were the one who started this, wearing that to school, remember? I just needed to know that you were ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
“What?” She could not believe her ears. Yeah, she’d worn the stuff, and even done it in the expectation that he would respond, but consequences of her actions? Who the hell did Max think he was? Liz prepared to verbally unleash her growing fury when at last, he turned around and abruptly she understood.
Max’s eyes glowed a ripe tawny color, emitting a faint light around his face in the semi-darkness of the eraser room. He seemed gilded by that light, except that beneath this golden veneer Liz sensed pure primal force.
Instinctively she backed up, flattening against the single unused portion of wall in the room. In the back of her mind somewhere she noticed the racks high up on the wall above her but they were securely attached to the concrete, not something she needed to worry about possibly falling.
The man in front of her held her complete attention as he stalked towards her, unzipping his jeans. Frissons of desire held sharply on the edge of fear rushed through her and she felt a trickle of moisture run down her thigh. Wetness he’d engineered, because she knew now that there was no way he would have been able to touch her without taking it all.
When Max reached her, he grabbed her wrists and lifted her into the air. The crimson silk joining her hands sailed up and caught snugly over part of the storage rack. Liz knew that her feet would never reach the ground with as high up as the scarf held her, but she found that they wouldn’t need to, because Max stepped under her and brought her down forcibly onto his hard cock.
“Oh my God. Max,” she panted as he drove into her, his hips pistoning wildly. The rough concrete scraped against her ass but it didn’t matter as Liz peaked. “Max!”
“Yes,” he hissed, his rhythm unrelenting. He fastened his mouth to a spot on the side of her neck and sucked hard. She gasped, trying to find some purchase for her feet when it became clear that this wasn’t going to be quick. Normally she’d brace them along his backside, but she didn’t want to hurt him, even if her boots didn’t have spike heels. She felt a little awkward just hanging there, though.
Max shuddered against her, drawing his head back enough to speak. “Do it.”
“Do what?”
His hands slid down the length of her legs to grasp her ankles and twist her knees farther apart. Liz closed her eyes, her head dropping back, as he placed the soles of her boot-clad feet flush against his buttocks.
Once Max’s hands supported her bottom again, she rocked into him experimentally, following his rhythm and using the leverage he’d given her. She wanted to see how he would respond.
He growled. The guttural sound sparked through her nerve endings and she moaned, getting louder when his teeth bit lightly into her offered throat.
“Right…there. Max, right there. Oh God!” The slight change in position had him hitting her sweet spot dead on. Liz fisted her useless hands, frantic to bring him closer—for him to send her higher. Max answered her unspoken need with fierce thrusts, using his hands to keep her hips steady and his aim true.
She contracted violently around his rigid cock, helplessly digging her heels in. He sucked in a breath but Liz’s entire focus was the pleasure rocketing through her system in a swift starburst.
As her body relaxed its grip on his, Max caught her lips in a savage kiss. Dimly she registered the sound of ripping cloth. When her arms began to fall, she realized that he had torn her scarf free of the storage rack, leaving the two ends knotted around her wrists. But it was only as he backed away from the wall, his mouth still claiming hers, that she noticed her release had been one-sided.
Before she could say anything, Liz found herself bent over the bench, kneeling on some kind of blanket or other soft surface. She felt Max move in close behind her, his breath ragged and harsh, and then she cried out he thrust inside her rear opening, possessing her completely with one powerful motion.
It burned, accompanied by a quick jolt of pain at his rough handling. Her discomfort was only momentary, though, as her body adjusted to his presence, her muscles loosening into acceptance of his cock. Max kissed her shoulder in acknowledgement, his speed picking up until he slammed into her with potent force.
Liz bit her lip in burgeoning pleasure as his hands closed over her breasts, kneading and tugging until her nipples ached. She tensed in anticipation when one hand slipped lower, gliding over the black leather covering her torso and down.
His fingers found her clitoris easily and she let out a low cry as Max began to stimulate her. The passion in her voice increased exponentially, incorporating a note of disbelief, when his fingertips suddenly started to vibrate. Liz choked off a squeal. “Oh, fuck.”
“I thought I already was,” Max murmured, laughter and acute desire saturating his facetious comment. “A little something I picked up. You like?”
“
Yes!” she moaned. Between his steady pumping and newly intense caresses, Liz could feel the beginnings of orgasm looming over her like a tidal wave about to break. “Don’t stop. Please, Max. Please!”
His mouth found the bare skin of her arm, sucking at it. “Not until we’re finished, I promise.”
She could not prevent her sigh of relief, or her escalating moans as sensation ballooned. Max vocalized soft grunts that punctuated her pleasure. Hearing him and herself, Liz gasped out, “Max, it’s—it’s not going to be—quiet. Can you—?”
His free hand shot out beside her and a green shimmer swept across her field of vision, coating the walls of the small room. “Now no one can hear you scream.”
The horror movie line should have made her laugh, but instead she shivered in the dark ecstasy of the forbidden. The two of them were truly here, marking their return to school as seniors with unbridled, animalistic sex. Liz was really in the eraser room, in the middle of the school on a Monday morning, with Max’s cock embedded in her ass. And the pounding rhythm of his hips and his hands in this place sent her skyrocketing towards heaven, hovering on the edge of madness.
“Oh God, Max, it’s so—I’m going to—”
Max licked her spine. When he spoke, his voice rasped hungrily. “Yes. I want to hear my name, Lizzie. Scream it. Come with me, Liz, and scream so the whole school could hear you if I let them.”
He pressed harder between her legs and Liz overloaded, shaking ferociously as climax shot through her in endless waves. Made blind and deaf by the overwhelming crash, she used the stuttering breath left in her body to cry out, “MAX!”
Behind her came an answering roar. Heat spread throughout her—Max’s seed, spilling inside her in hot spurts that left them both gasping for air.
At length he stilled and laid his cheek along her back. His breath came in harsh pants yet and it was only when it calmed that Max pulled away. Liz heard him zipping up his jeans and waited for a moment, expecting that he would perform the usual alien cleansing for her. Instead, he tugged her skirt down and turned her so that she sat on the bench. Surprise held her speechless.
Max’s eyes had stopped glowing, although the irises retained the tawny color that spoke of arousal. Instinctively Liz glanced down, relieved to see that he wasn’t hard. She couldn’t imagine how he could be, but his eyes…they’d always been the clearest indicator of all his moods, once she’d learned how to read them.
He chuckled, a faint smile creasing his mouth. “No, not again. At least not yet,” his tone grew silky with promise. “Stand up.”
Flustered, Liz stood. She was acutely aware that her entire pelvic region remained drenched in both their fluids—moisture that had soaked through the lining of her skirt. Fortunately the leather itself was basically impermeable so it wouldn’t show, but she knew it was there.
From the look on Max’s face, that was the point. Moving casually, he picked up her underwear from the bench. “I’ll take these.” They disappeared into his pocket.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He ignored her sputters and untied the scarf pieces from her wrists, fusing the torn ends seamlessly. He laid it on her book bag and paced to stand in front of her, one hand lifting to stroke her nipples. To Liz’s shock, the tender touch begat a slow response inside her and the pink flesh hardened under his fingers. “Beautiful.”
“Max…” she protested feebly.
“Hmm?” His gaze rose to meet hers and all objection died. They might have finished with this round, but he was very much still in control. Max smiled. “You can put your turtleneck back on, but the satin stays down.”
She looked at the stiff points of her breasts. Bare, they would show clearly against the thin material of her top. Liz whispered, “Everyone will see.”
“Right.” Max stepped closer and brushed her cheek before handing her the turtleneck. In a daze, Liz slipped it on, feeling the silky glide of the material on her half-exposed breasts. He stepped back and regarded her, his smile widening. “Yeah, I like that.”
Tremulously she smiled back, preternaturally aware of her body. Sweat dampened her skin under the leather corset, prickling as she shifted in place. She felt primed for action, despite their activities of the last—however long.
Max bent and picked up the scarf, his smile fading. “Keep this hidden.”
Liz winced internally. “I will. I didn’t realize—”
He cut her off, placing his fingers against her lips. “I know you didn’t. Same as I didn’t mean to hurt you at all here, but I may have, and I am not going to apologize for anything that happened.”
Golden eyes stared seriously at her and jerkily Liz nodded, accepting what Max said. They were both responsible for this wild ride. His expression softened and he caressed her jaw briefly, then handed her the scarf. She crammed it into her book bag, ensuring it wasn’t remotely visible.
Max pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her and murmured into her ear, his voice intimate and throaty. “Next time you want me to fuck your brains out, bring a scarf to Michael’s, where we have some privacy. I’ll make you see stars the purely human way.”
Liz’s edgy laughter faded as he drew back, his face intent. “But don’t ever do that to me in public again. Michael had to get you here to meet me because if I had gone near you, this would have happened in the middle of the hallway, and I would have been too far gone to care.”
Her eyes widened and he laughed. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d appreciate that, either.”
“No, I wouldn’t have,” she agreed. “I promise I’ll be more careful in the future, Max.”
“Good girl.” Max shouldered his book bag and held up his hand, reabsorbing the shimmering forcefield. He unlocked the door, then turned back and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping through her mouth for a deep taste. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Liz smiled. She gasped as he yanked her top up and latched onto a nipple, sucking each back to diamond hardness before he smoothed the black material back down. She glared at him and he grinned.
“See you in Biology!”
Once again alone in the eraser room, Liz hoisted her own bag and left. She was proud that her knees wobbled only a little as she made her way to the girls’ bathroom. Between the messy aftereffects, the swollen nipples and the bare ass, Max had definitely made his point not to manipulate him in public. Liz had every intention of listening—and of remembering with a delicious shiver the one time she’d disobeyed.
