Author: KanotKath
Pairings/Couples/Category: M/L (did you expect anything else from me?)
Rating: MATURE/ADULT
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
Summary: It’s someone’s birthday, but they’re a little too tired for group celebrations
AN: I came across a certain someone online a couple of weeks back, and after talking, they mentioned a challege they'd set for their own fic board's birthday... Perhaps I should have stuck to reading what others were writing for it, but it was too tempting not to give it a go I found, and this is what resulted - thanks Em
This is set with characters based on the cannon reality from one of my stories called ‘When Love and Loss Collide’ (in AU with aliens), sometime after ‘Graduation’. It can be read as a stand alone, because it’s set before that other story, but that’s just for the knowledge of anyone that wants to know my thinking.
I also know that nookie isn't my biggest strength, so I'm hoping this doesn't suck...
Anyway, here goes, hope anyone who reads it will enjoy the story.
~Kat~
(not the best banner I know, but I was short on time, when I have time I might redo it...)
The Important Thing…
“Order for table ten up!”
Liz turned as she heard Barney’s impatient voice. That was one of her tables – for the next ten minutes anyway since they were leaving tomorrow… Hurrying over to the hatch, she collected the plates on her tray quickly, narrowly avoiding being ‘touched’ by the greasy diner owner who hadn’t even bothered to learn her name in the week she had been working at the diner, filling in for one of his waitresses who was sick.
Only another ten minutes though…and she was counting down the minutes on her last shift at the diner now as she delivered the plates of food quickly and asked politely if there was anything else she could get anyone. Receiving an answer in the negative, she then wished them a good meal, and headed back towards the counter.
“Hey Tina!”
She turned back on her heel at Barney’s voice, having grown used to being called Tina, Louise, Mary, or any other name he chose to come up with, and no longer bothering to object. It really wasn’t worth it, and besides, maybe it would work in her favour if the FBI ever came snooping around after they had left…
“Linda just called in to say she won’t be able to make it tonight, could you cover a couple more hours…?” For once, there was no suggestive tone in Barney’s voice, and it seemed he genuinely did need a favour…
Liz closed her eyes a moment, cursing her luck. Any other night she would have been glad of the extra hours sure, even if she hated working at the diner, because it meant extra pay, but tonight… “Well I-“
“Sorry, on this occasion I’m afraid she already has plans…with me…”
A smile lit up Liz’s face as a familiar voice interrupted her and she turned to see her husband stood a little way off. She nodded and looked back at Barney. “Sorry…I would have done, but-“
“Whatever…” The owner of the diner seemed somewhat disinterested as he received her response. “Just come in tomorrow to collect your pay okay…” He didn’t even wait for an answer before turning to one of the other waitresses. “Ann, you’re not doing anything tonight are you?”
“So does this mean you can go…?” Max asked as he slid up behind his wife, sliding his arms around her waist and nuzzling her bare neck.
Working to suppress a moan, the brunette bit down on her lip as she glanced at the clock and then turned to look at him. “Another five minutes…going to wait for me…?”
“Sure…”
Good to her word, five minutes later Liz finished up her shift and grabbed her things from the back, pulling her apron to one side thankfully as she returned to her husband who was stood waiting.
“Ready…?” He held out his hand towards her.
The brunette smiled and nodded, her fingers threading through his as they made their way out of the diner together.
***
“Happy birthday…” Max whispered softly, sliding his arm around her waist as they continued down the street back towards the motel at which the group had been staying for the past week.
“Thank you…oooh” The smile on Liz’s face disappeared suddenly as she covered her mouth with a hand and struggled to stifle a yawn. “Sorry…”
Max nodded, pulling his wife into his arms and rubbing her back gently. “Tired…?”
“How did you guess…?” She shrugged and sighed. “It was just a long day…you know...”
He nodded again. “Yeah, not much of a birthday I guess…” He offered her an apologetic look which she waved away.
“It was fine! I’ve worked on my birthday before you know!” She smiled and leant her head against his chest, closing her eyes for a moment as she allowed herself to revel in the simple feeling of being there with him.
It was true of course, it hadn’t been the best birthday, but then it hadn’t exactly been the best year all things said… Their final year of school hadn’t been dull by anyone’s standard she was sure, and it wasn’t in a particularly good way she meant that… Nor was it wonderful to be running for her life from the FBI, never staying anywhere long enough to make any friends, to let anyone get close…
But what was also true, was that it was her choice… She had chosen to come with him, and later to marry him, and that wasn’t something she would change… “Besides, my birthday’s not over yet is it…?” She questioned softly.
Max couldn’t help but smile back as he saw the look of love and warmth in her eyes. “I thought you were tired…?” He questioned teasingly, raising an eyebrow as he pulled back to look at her more fully.
“Well, we don’t have to go out you know…?” His wife suggested, a delighted glow lighting up her face it seemed as she responded, threading her fingers through his and then reaching up to press her lips against his.
“And just what would you be suggesting Mrs Evans…?”
Liz giggled as she heard the tone in his voice. “Oh, I’m sure we can think of some way to spend the time…” She responded smoothly, turning around now with her back to him as she allowed him to draw her further into his arms.
“Are you sure that Maria and the others wouldn’t be too upset about being left out…?” Max questioned now, unable to resist teasing a little longer as he wrapped his arms around her front, pulling her back against him as he swayed from side to side on the pavement.
“Oh I’m sure they’ll get over it…” Smiling, she slipped from his arms, turning back and holding out her hand towards him, taking his and tugging gently, eagerly, as she moved back towards the entrance of the motel.
“In that case…” His amber eyes seemed to darken for a moment, twinkling with a youthful mischief that he didn’t often allow himself nowadays, and before Liz could say or do anything, he had scooped her up in his arms as he continued on towards the door amidst squeals of fake protest from his young wife.
***
“No, put me down, you don’t need to carry me like that, I can walk!” Liz half protested as she was carried through the door to their room in the strong arms of her husband. She remembered well the first time he had done this, and it wasn’t, as one would have expected, their wedding day… No, it was the first night they stopped, after about a week of solid driving since leaving Roswell… She had fallen asleep in the van, and had woken up in his arms as he walked along the corridor of the place they had stopped. Apparently he hadn’t wanted to wake her up…
Since then, he had done the official lifting over the threshold of course – lifting her into the van being the most accurate one – but apparently he enjoyed the tradition so much that he refused not to do it again…
So it was hardly an unusual thing, and while she made a point of protesting, it seemed fairly obvious that Liz probably enjoyed it as much as him…
“You want to be put down…really..?” Max looked down grinning as he kicked the door closed and continued into the room.
“Yes, I want down!” She pretended to playfully struggle as he carried her over to the bed.
“Alright then…” And with that, he let go.
Her mouth opening in shock, Liz waited to impact with the bed but somehow she didn’t… She opened her eyes and looked around, laughing freely as she realised she was suspended a few inches from the top of the bed by a section of shielding… “Nice…” She commented softly, arching an eyebrow as she looked at her husband.
“I’ve been practicing…” He winked and dipped his head, capturing her lips in his as he slowly lowered her to the mattress.
Stretching out and giving a coy smile, his wife traced the outline of her lips with her tongue, looking up at him. “Well I’m impressed…” She paused a moment before continuing. “But then, that’s nothing new…”
“Really…?”
She nodded. “Yeah…” Her dark eyes glistened with a youthful ease that was so wonderful to see after everything they had been through. “Well I thought about going for someone normal, but then, as someone told me once over, what’s so great about normal…?”
“You don’t say…” Max continued to play along for a little longer as he sat down on the side of the bed next to her, taking his wife’s small hand in his and turning it over, tracing circles on her palm with the tip of his finger.
“After all, why go for the boring blue collar guy, when you can have this amazingly handsome, talented, green blooded Czechoslovakian who is just great in bed…”
He nodded at each, and then, as her final words sunk in Max’s eyes widened slightly, not exactly having been expecting them. A moment later though, the grin was back on his face as he dipped his head to her once more. “Why indeed..?”
As their lips met in the most electric kiss yet, the time for words was over…
Sliding his arm behind her back, Max drew Liz up slightly, his tongue teasing her lips for a moment before they opened, allowing him access and it snaked in to touch and stroke hers…
Pressing back against his lips eagerly, Liz cupped her arms around his neck, pulling herself further up, closer, closing the distance between them as she pressed further into his arms.
She was so beautiful… Not for the first time Max found himself looking at her, again taking in her appearance. When she had first cut her hair, he had been more than a little uncertain, he had known it was a good idea, to make major changes in appearance, but it had taken some getting used to after the long flowing locks that he had seen for so long… Now though, the short look seemed to frame her face in a way that seemed…perfect… It was simple, sweet, and a little more mature, which under the circumstances wasn’t such a bad thing…
Reaching up, he an a hand through her hair, tracing a finger down her cheek bone and over her chin, his lips then taking the place of the finger as he kissed his way down to her shoulder, and the collar of her dress, delighting in the first moan of pleasure as it slipped from her soft lips.
“Oooh…” Closing her eyes, the petite brunette’s head fell back as his kisses made her skin set on fire. It was amazing…
“You…are…beautiful…” Max whispered softly between kisses.
His wife’s cheeks flushed as she lifted her head to look back at him, gesturing with a sceptical look towards her clothes. “In this…?” She indicated her waitressing uniform which, as usual, consisted of a minidress much like the one at the Crashdown in style, although this was a pastel pink as opposed to green and silver in colour.
She was right of course, it was hardly the most flattering of outfits, and yet, Max still thought she looked wonderful in it. Of course he always thought she looked wonderful, she was his dreamgirl, and the amazing thing was, it was no longer a dream that she was there with him… “Even in that…” He grinned and nibbled at her skin for a moment, before looking back mischievously again now. “Of course I imagine you’d look even better out of it…”
Trapping her tongue between her teeth, Liz looked back at him with a look of mock surprise and horror. “MR EVANS!”
“Can I help it if my wife is so beautiful that any clothes just serve to hide that beauty…?” He continued smoothly as though not having heard her.
Liz couldn’t help but laugh, and what a wonderful feeling it was, so easy, free and…fun… She looked back at him and shook her head, reaching up again to kiss her husband, before then pulling back, sliding her hands down his arms to thread her fingers back through his and tug him down with her as she slipped back against the pillows. “Maybe you should help me then…?”
Not needing to be asked twice, Max leant forward, releasing the first of a number of buttons which ran down the front of her dress. First one, and then another…then, with a shake of his head, he stopped. “This is taking entirely too long you know!” He commented and, with that, ran his hand over the front of her dress, making each of the buttons disappear as the plastic sank into the material it seemed.
Giggling again, his wife shook her head as she allowed him to help her out of the dress now, discarding it to one side and then laying back, reaching up with her fingers to work at the front of his shirt and tapping his hands away as he tried to help. “Uh huh… I want to do the unwrapping!” She stated firmly, drawing him back down to her lips as she did so.
“Okay…” Max accepted this with an amused smile. Gone it seemed was the tiredness she had spoken of earlier as a life and light danced in her eyes that he loved to see. It wasn’t often they had time like this at the moment, and that made this all the more special. “Who am I to disappoint the lady…?”
The only response he got was another kiss, as Liz pushed his shirt from his shoulders. Once his chest, now bared to her view, was exposed, she dipped her head, beginning to kiss his skin gently, tracing a path of kisses down towards his waistband.
Now it was Max’s turn to moan as he felt his length begin to stiffen and press against his trousers. “Liz…”
Delighted by the effect her attentions had, she made no response except to repeat them, and then move to release the button on his waistband with her nimble fingers.
“Come back to me baby…” Max whispered as he felt what she was doing, reaching to catch a finger under her chin and draw her back upwards, dipping his head to capture her lips in his once more as he reached down, settling his fingers over hers, although making no attempt to stop her.
When she was done with the button, it was on to the zip, pulling it down smoothly and then easing his trousers over his hips.
Reluctantly, Max pulled back a moment to stand and shed these coverings, looking at her questioningly then as he stood in only his underpants. “Yours too?”
She smiled and nodded, sitting up and reaching out, hooking fingers under the waistband at each end and tugging downwards, dipping to kiss the head of his length as it was exposed, before then pulling him back down to join her.
Sitting back down on the bed next to her, Max took in the sight slowly. The short brown hair, which framed her face, deep, dark brown eyes, soft, luscious lips, and creamy white skin with bared arms. He smiled and reached up, starting at her neck and sliding his hands down her arms slowly, delighting in the sensation, and grinning as he felt her shiver. “Cold…?”
She shook her head and smiled, reaching behind her back, about to release her bra but stopping as she felt his hand.
“My turn now…” He whispered, kissing the nape of her neck, down to her neckbone and elbow, turning her slightly to face away from him, and then unhooking the fastenings slowly, before sliding first one, and then the other, strap from her shoulders.
Shivering again as she felt the covering slip down her front, Liz allowed it to drop next to her other clothes on the floor, and then turned to wrap her arms around his neck once more as their lips crashed back together, each echoing the want and longing of the other.
Short work now was made of the remaining covering, and as he laid her back down against the covers, Max couldn’t help look over her again, now bare to his view…
His wife tensed slightly, a real shiver this time taking her. Not wanting to stop anything though, instead of sitting up, or moving under the covers, she instead looked over towards a blanket folded on a nearby chair, concentrating for a moment and causing it to rise from the bed.
“You should have sai-“ Max started to say as he realised what she was doing. His brunette angel quickly silenced his objections however, as she pressed a finger to his lips, and then replaced the finger with her own mouth. Silently, Max took the hint, ceasing comment, although he did turn his head so he could see the floating blanket and lent a hand in unfolding before bringing it to rest over her.
As Liz slid over in the bed, he too slid under the covers, and turning over, he rested his hands either side of her head on the pillow, his lips hovering a few inches away if that. “I love you…” He whispered before lowering his head, pressing gently, and then more intensely it seemed, against her lips and massaging her tongue with his.
Her mouth opening to allow his tongue access, her eyes widened as she felt his attentions, shifting so that she was underneath him more fully and then reaching down, her fingers tracing delicate lines over his skin, down and round, lower and lower, until they reached his hardness.
Max groaned into her mouth, his eyes closing as he felt her nimble, delicate fingers begin to trail down his length now. Such a wonderful feeling, such an amazing connection… “You are amazing…” He breathed softly, breaking from her lips now to pay his own attentions to the soft, succulent flesh of her breasts, sucking gently on first one, and then her other nipple and looking up, checking for any sign of response.
Her reaction was clear enough to see as Liz’s breathing became more laboured and shallow, quicker, and she bit down on her lower lip, another moan escaping her mouth, followed by his name as she felt his tongue dancing over her skin.
So few words were spoken, and yet they didn’t need to be… The couple’s movements together seemed so comfortable, smooth fitting and perfect… It was like a dance, of two perfect partners, natural and automatic, and their knowledge of one another was shown in every little touch or moan they shared.
“Maaax…” Liz gasped again as she felt her heart rate quicken in pace. It was amazing what such little things from him could do to her, almost bringing her to the brink, without even touching below…
But Max hadn’t done, not by a long shot, and as he continued to explore her body, his hands snaking and sliding over all the natural curves and bends that he knew like the back of his hand, he felt his wife writher and shiver beneath him.
And it wasn’t all one sided either, as he felt himself stiffening under her gentle attentions, an undeniable pressure building as he felt her fingers running up and down his length, the touch of the tip of her finger like an electric pulse through him.
Slowly, leisurely and lovingly, the two of them continued their caresses, showing with every attention the intense connection, and deep love that they shared… The two of together just…felt complete…
“Hmmm…” Another happy moan slipped from her lips as her head fell back in the pillows, bending her leg and looking back into his eyes as she pressed her foot against his leg, tracing a line up and down, and grinning happily as she saw his eyes widen in response.
“Alright, enough is enough…” Max groaned almost painfully as he felt himself teetering on the edge. He captured her lips in his, teasing a nipple with one hand as he moved above her and positioned himself at her opening, touching, yet not entering…
“Now who’s teasing…?” Liz’s eyes widened further, moaning as she felt herself grow slick and tight, aching from her want and need for him… “Pleaaase Max…” Her neck arched back as her fingers trailed over his back. “Pleeease…”
Their mutual need apparent, their waiting and teasing was ended as he finally moved above her, lowering himself as his shaft slid easily into her opening, both gasping at feeling which exploded as he entered her slick, tight passage and her passage slick and tight as he began a rhythm of thrusts back and forth.
As before, the way the two moved with one another made it clear just how ‘right’ it was for them to be together, each recognising it seemed instinctively what the other needed as Max fixed the pace exactly right, and Liz responded in like. Their lips met again in yet another searing kiss, and nothing could seem more right at that moment than being together right there, right then they were sure…
Increasing the pace now, Max felt himself sinking further into her passage with every thrust, her opening widening as her juices eased the movement and he slid rapidly back and forth.
“Yes…yeess…” Liz murmured as she moved against him, feeling the pressure below seemingly become impossible as he thrust once more and then the two of them seemed to exploded together…
It was as though they were soaring for a moment, flying out in the stars with one another, way above the world, and then, they were floating back down, down to the ground and the bed, as they collapsed together in one another’s arms.
Rolling over onto his back as he carefully slid out of her, Max pulled his wife with him, wrapping her tight in his arms as he pressed his lips to the top of her head once more. “I love you…” He whispered softly.
“Hmmm…” Liz gave another contented sigh as she rested her head on his chest, and the two of them just lay there together…
***
She was so beautiful… Max looked down at his wife as she continued to sleep on his chest a while later. The night had just been…
“Oooh…” Liz moaned as her eyes began to flutter, reaching up to rub her eyes as she looked up at her husband with a smile. “Hey…”
“Hey…” He smiled as he returned her greeting.
Liz continued to smile contentedly and it was a few moments before she spoke again. “Thank you…”
Her husband looked puzzled. “For what…”
She smiled softly. “For tonight…” She paused a moment before elaborating. “I know you probably think it wasn’t much of a birthday because I had to work, and you couldn’t afford to get me a present…” Liz broke off to look at him briefly as she shook her head. “But that’s not true, because every day you give me something amazing Max, you give me you…”
Slipping down from his chest, she leant on her side so she was still looking at him as she continued. “You and me, that’s the important thing…” She whispered softly, moving closer again as he opened his arms and she pressed into them. “I love you Max Evans…”
Max grinned, pressing his lips to the top of her head and then dipping his head to capture her lips in another deep, sensuous kiss. “I love you Liz Parker-Evans…Happy Birthday…”