Category: AU M/L
Rating: Mature/Adult (to be on the safe side)
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: It’s been a few months since Liz broke up with her long term ex for the love her life- Max Evans. She’s still the same girl though, trying to go through petty problems of everyday life and the bigger issues that bare down on her from the past. This is the Christmas chapter in the life of Liz and No Regrets gang.
(It helps if you’ve read the fic, its not necessary though).
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Elves, Ex's & Mistletoe.
Prologue
“I’m officially Roswells singing elf.” I cry in ordeal.
This is the kind of ordeal that hits you seconds later of agreeing. It’s the agreement that you normally can’t take back because of your pride, but in my case, because of Marias stubbornness, (I have no pride). I shuffle toward Max who stands in front of the fire place with a barely there fire, the only thing to warm this sorry excuse for student accomadation house, that Maria, Kyle and myself live in.
Shrugging snowflakes from my hair, I say, “this is going to be an absolute disaster. I know it. I know it.”
“You’re a what?”
The expression on my boyfriends face isn’t too different from most of the confused looks that come about when I start speaking.
“Singing elf.” I explain like he should understand, then try again when he doesn’t get it. “Elf that sings!”
Max nods slowly, “singing elf.”
Even though the expression of amused confusion hasn’t disappeared from his face, I throw my jacket to the side and continue anyway. “That isn’t the worst of it Max. You know who my singing elf buddy is?”
“Hit me.”
“Wait for it.” I pause so silence envelopes, then cry dramatically, “Pam Troy! Can you believe it Max? Can you? Why would my best friend do this to me? Why? Why? Why?”
There’s silence as I wait for him to say something and he finally manages, “since when did Pam become your best friend?”
“She’s not.”
“You just said she was.”
“That’s Maria, stupid. Pam and I are just buddies.”
“You like her now?”
Is the cold giving him brain freeze or something? “I hate Pam Max, you know that.”
Max shakes his head at me. “So who’s the singing elf?”
“Pam is!”
“Have you been drinking?” he asks in all seriousness.
“No!” I groan. “Since when did you become so slow?” Its weird how the smart-alec, suddenly gets all confused and irate when I’m in a major panic mode.
“Since you forgot how to talk coherently.” He stings back at me.
I throw him a venom filled look and head for the stairs. I’m about to go through the trauma of my life and the least he can do is be a tinsy bit sensitive. But oh no, the sarcy jibes don’t take a rest. Not even in the Christmas season. The holiday of rest and joy.
Joy my ass.
Christmas is the most depressing time in the whole year. I don’t remember a happy Christmas since my Mom left me at age three and just don’t generally remember anything before that.
So Christmas equals over-rated rubbish and this year isn’t going to be different. I believe this with an utmost fervency.
“Lizzy, Lizzy!” Max grabs my arm before I storm up the stairs and play loud, relentless tunes on my guitar that aren’t related to the Christmas spirit in anyway.
“Come again.” He coaxes, “I’ve had a long day and I’m as confused as hell.”
I take a deep breath and turn to regard my boyfriend, also known (in my mind) as the boy of my dreams. It may not seem like it at times, but he really is the only person I’ve felt a real connection to. Max is the guy who’s completely right for me in so many wrong ways. He’s the only guy that can make me mad, jealous, outraged, yet love him even more at the same time. The only guy that I miss because he’s working too much, even though I see him everyday.
His hazel eyes are currently wearing this rare look of seriousness and are regarding me in this intense way that makes the mere core of me all shivery and jelly like. He’d be surprised if he knew of the mere power that he has over me, but enough about him and back to me.
“Maria.” I say as Max leads me to the couch and I turn to face him.
“Ok, but still confused.” He counters.
I sigh, “Well to cut a long story short, I’m screwed…I mean all I did was go and drop off Maria’s lunch cause I felt a bit sorry for her as she’s doing all this community stuff at the community hall and hadn’t eaten all day. Plus if I eat one more of Agnes’s spare sandwiches at work, I’ll probably turn into lemon grass.”
Max is nodding courteously. “That would not be good.”
“No it would not. So Courtney and I are on our way to drop off lunch and its snowing really badly. So badly that I nearly run someone over at the crossing.”
For some reason Max looks even more befuddled.
“After a lot of screams from Courtney, I realise its Alex. I tell Courtney its okay because even if Alex did get injured he wouldn’t sue. I just don’t see him doing that you know?”
Max clears his throat. “Right.”
“So I rush into the community hall with some lunch and Maria looks really excited to see us. But instead of thanking me for my kind heart, she pulls out scripts from her Mary Poppins bags and hands me one.”
Theres some more silence before Max manages an “Aaah,” he leans back, a light gone off in his eyes. I guess he’s finally added two and two together. “So you’re playing a Christmas elf, in the Roswell community play?”
“Exactly.” I cry. Not so hard after all, He-man!
Her snorts back a laugh, even though I know its gagging to come out. “And you couldn’t have just said that?”
“That is exactly what I said.”
Max furrows his eyebrows, “Not quite… but it was definitely a Lizzie explanation.”
“What’s that meant to mean?”
“It means…” Max pulls me onto his lap and looks at me in the way that makes me go all shivery again. He runs a smooth finger down my shirt and we both watch intently as it travels from my rib cage down to my belly button. I’m breathing all heavy and aroused by the time it’s finished its journey, even though he hasn’t even touched any bare part of my skin yet.
When he looks up at me again with those gorgeous eyes of his, he knows exactly how he’s undoing me.
“It means, I adore you for being absolutely crazy. Jesus, woman you’re priceless …. I love you.”
I smile a little shyly at his words. No ones ever come close to doing things that those amber specked eyes can do by just looking at me. I’d never admit it though. Not in a million years, especially since I tend to jinx everything I fall too much in love with.
In love with.
See, that’s another thing that’s a little foreign to me. The idea of being in love is often demonstrated (pretty cringe-worthily) by many of our peers, and contrary to popular belief (mainly since I’ve gotten with Max), lovey dovey stuff really freaks me out.
But my mind screams it every day. It’s done it for a long time now. It screams- Liz Parker loves Max Evans.
Crazy Lizzy Parker in love with someone that loves her back.
Quite a rarity, but its nice.
“I love you too.” I whisper in his ear.
…Really nice.
Max gives me a cheek filled grin. “Huh, sorry? Didn’t quite catch that...”
I blush outrageously. “I… y’know…” I trail off because he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s laughing openly now.
I hit him softly on the chest. “Stop it!”
“Stop what?” he mocks.
“Laughing at me. I’m not a comedy show you know.”
“The general consensus would surprise you then.”
My eyes widen, but before I even have time to answer he has me pinned to my couch.
“What are you doing?” My hands are held hostage above my head and his body is stretched above me, entrapping my form against him. His shirt travels up several inches to reveal an amazingly sculpted, olive, tanned stomach.
Oh, man…
“I’m helping you out.” He says in utmost sincerity.
“Oh, really?” I mock, struggling a little. There’s no point though, he’s at least six times stronger and bigger than me.
“Yep.” He nods, not budging. “Let’s just call this stress relief.”
“Stress rel-ahh!” Before I can protest (not that I would) I’m pretty much being eaten alive.
“Ah. Max!” I cry. “Ah… uhh…mmm”
Mmmm.
I’m really liking ‘stress relief’.
****
I can hear his heart racing in my ears drums as we lie naked inside one of Maria’s furry covers and even though the fires dwindling, I don’t feel the tiniest bit cold. It’s so warm and cosy back here that I could live here forever. The feeling of being one stays, as I’m pasted so close to his side, that he could still be inside me. His arms are like strength around me and being like this awakens feelings that I’ve always yearned for. He’s the only one that I trust enough to feel small and protected around.
Silence engulfs her as we just lie together, but it’s the kinda silence that makes you want to hum Christmas tunes).
Not for long though.
My cell goes off for the hundredth time that evening and I’m distracted from the way his biceps move as he casually strokes my hair.
When it stops mooing, I ask, “Do you think Maria will kill me?”
Max shifts so he’s looking down at me. “No, Izzy probably will, and we were both meant to go carol singing remember?”
“I’m guessing everybody else turned up.” I say bitterly. “Why does everyone have to be so goody-goody? They’re always at these community things.”
“Yeah.” Max agrees, “It’s so wrong of them to give back to the community like that. Shouldn’t they be busy with sex or sumthin’?”
I roll my eyes at him. “I think someone’s getting enough for all of ‘em.”
“Really?” he mocks, “ who?”
I giggle and pinch his honey nipple softly. “This guy I know. He’s really sexy and handsome by the way.”
“Yeah?” He takes my hand and pastes it over his warm mouth.
“Yeah, not just his looks or his body you know, he has this amazing personality too.”
“Go on.”
“He’s funny and witty.”
“Intelligent?”
“Yeah, that too. “ I pretend to think, leaning my chin against his chest, “though he smells sometimes.”
“He does not!”
I giggle as he starts pinching me beneath the duvet.
“Ahh! Max! Stop... stop!” I cry, as his hands delve everywhere that it’s physically possible to touch a girl.
By the end of his ‘pinching’ I’m pretty hot and bothered again. It’s crazy what he can do to me in mere seconds. Though from the look (and feel) of it, I’m not the only one that’s all bothered again. In no time we’re switched and Max is on top of me. His bare chest pressed against mine, as he kisses my neck, my collar bone, my shoulders.
I moan loudly as he grabs one my breasts, moulding it in his fingers. His tongue plays havoc around my nipple, and I’m arching and begging, bringing him closer. Too soon for my liking he’s pulled away and is sliding his tongue around the skin beneath my breast and disappears underneath the duvet. I can feel wetness around my belly button and then…
….then in seconds I’m crying out in ecstasy.
When I’ve reached a climax that only the next one can beat, Max holds my slack body against his and whispers, “Happy Christmas season, Lizzy.”
Even though I barely manage a nod, happiness lifts my heart. Something tells me that just maybe, this Christmas might be a bit more bearable than all the rest.
TBC...
