I know its horribly late and I am so sorry about that, the bad news is it may be a while before there's another one. I don't want to officially place it on Hiatus or anything because I am still working on it and I have it plotted out chapter by chapter until the end but I've just hit a bit of a roadblock inspiration wise and feel like my last few chapters haven't been up to the spirit of the rest of the story so I'm taking a bit of a break. I'm still posting my other story on the Crossover boards and I'm working on a couple other projects as well as this one so I won't be disappearing but I want this story to have the end it deserves and I've just lost my enthusiasm for it right now.So I promise it shouldn't be more than a month or so but expect 2-4 weeks before another chapter and again I am sorry for all the delays and I am so greatful for all the patience and support you guys have given me as I wrote this. Now onto the reviews and the chapter!
Synera: I definitely see your point about the civilians being the main force but I figured if the Queen Mother was still involved as the 'hologram' indicated there would still be some upper echelon individuals loyal to the original Royals. Plus I hadn't seen Royal Guards done before and thought it would be fun! I definitely wanted to show more of how Michael's grown from his internal perspective, we've seen it in actions and have had lots of Liz intropsective scenes so even though it was brief I wanted to show what Michael's been thinking about all of this. I am so glad you liked it and I know this chapter isn't really plot based but I hope you like it!
KiaraAlexisKlay: Yes the Royal Six, thought about making it eight for the whole square purpose but decided against making more new characters, at least for now
I definitely want to explore more about the guards and their perspective on everything so that will come into play more in later chapters. You may be right about Rath just being a General but if he was Zan's second in command and part of the Royal Four Square I assumed he would be head of, or co head of the armies. Although in another story I'm working on he's not so hey totally changeable! There will definitely be more about their bond and powers to come, just not in this chapter, lol, anyways, thank you for one of your fabulous reviews and I hope you enjoy this very belated chapter!polar4eva: I completely agree! Michael is definitely suited for leadership, and Liz definitely knows how to work her magic on him
Thank you for your review and I'm glad you liked it! I promise I will be reviewing your story soon!cjsl8ne: Well it wasn't soon but here's some more and thank you for your feedback, I love the feedback!
ashesfall01: Yay! I'm so glad to hear you liked the action, I was worried about writing that, almost as much as I was worried about writing this chapter
. I'm glad the little 'mystery' intrigued you, that was my goal and we will learn more about the Guards in the chapters to come as well as the situation on Antar. I am also glad you liked Michael because you said I've really developed Liz and shown all of her changes and growth as the story has moved and I feel like I've neglected Michael a bit and wanted to bring him in. and LOL! yes, Khivar had better watch out! Thank you so much for your feedback, wonderful as always, and I hope you like this chapter too!A/N the 2nd: Warning, sex scene approaching dead ahead, if that’s not your cup of tea I advise skipping to the end of the chapter and very carefully scrolling up.
So this was originally supposed to just be one small scene in the chapter but the smut muse would not let go of me and this is the result. This is my very first sex scene so please give me lots of constructive criticism
And I hope all of you who were begging for more nookie are happy with yourselves, I know Michael and Liz are! ~Chapter 21~
Liz collapsed into her chair with an exhausted but happy sigh; finally her apartment was quiet. For a very very long week everyone had been living in their apartment and only the fact that she was at work most of the time kept her from tearing her hair out. Finally, with the college students gone for the summer two apartments in the same complex had opened up; the Guards took one and Kyle and Isabel took the other, no one bothering to pretend anymore that Michael would be staying with anyone but Liz.
So while she was still sharing her apartment with three other people, two she had already lived with and one she was greatly looking forward to having some alone time with.
In the past week they had managed a few stolen moments, but it was not nearly enough. Those moments had merely increased their aching desire rather than sating it.
Remembering her declaration to future Max that she wasn’t ready to go all the way she couldn’t help but smile; she wasn’t just ready she was downright impatient.
Their interactions on the dream plane had been wonderful and nowhere near as good as the real thing. For months they had been together without ever really touching and without ever crossing certain lines that she was now dying to break. The few moments they had spent together in the real world had been, she shivered and smiled, so intense that every prior intimacy in her life paled in comparison.
With Kyle things had never gone beyond some heavy making out and the two times he had gotten his hands up her shirt before she noticed and stopped him. Her time with Max had been more intense but they had gone even less far physically, nothing more serious than kissing and Max was the only one who had ever been shirtless. Both times it had been more about the physical than the emotional and as a result she hadn’t wanted to do more.
With Michael things were intrinsically different because their friendship and their feelings for each other had developed long before they moved to physical affection.
In the dream plane she and Michael had explored more; as their bond grew and their emotions for each other intensified they couldn’t help but express their feelings physically despite their reservations about things occurring there. Hands had wandered places that she had never touched before and places she had never been touched before and it had been wonderful once they were past her initial awkwardness.
Sighing again she closed her eyes. Now, here she was alone and with nothing to do on her day off. Alex was at work and Ava was out with Isabel helping her shop for their apartment in an effort to bond. Kyle was looking for work with several mechanics in the area and Michael was with him also looking for work while their Guards did whatever they did when they were alone.
Her mind wandered back to the last moment she and Michael had stolen together and her breathing quickened as she remembered the feelings of his large hands on her fevered skin, of his lips as they trailed across the sensitive skin of her stomach. Groaning she clenched her fists and considered a cold shower, cursing her hormones under her breath as her mind conjured more pleasant images of what she could be doing with Michael in the empty apartment.
The door slammed open with a bang and she jumped, eyes flying open to meet Michael’s burning gaze. “Wha-…” His lips on hers prevented her from finishing the word and she moaned as he lifted her bodily from the chair, hands cupping her bottom as he ravished her mouth with his own. Their connection opened and she blushed as she realized he had seen every single one of her hormone driven fantasies, the hard length pressing against her attesting to just how much they had affected him.
His lips trailed across her jaw and down to her pulse point, which he sucked in between his teeth, dragging another moan out of her throat. “Damn you, Parker. The Denny’s manager thought I was hitting on him.”
She giggled then gasped as his mouth moved to her ear, his tongue doing things that made all her muscles turn to jelly. At his satisfied chuckle she slipped her hands under his shirt, raking her nails down his back in retaliation and grinning as he gave a little moan.
Turning abruptly, he carried her towards the bedroom, and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed.
When her vision cleared from the haze of lust and her eyes turned up towards him he smiled and pulled off his shirt, slowly. Humming softly, she grinned. “Giving me a strip tease?”
He shook his head and pointed to her, or rather her shirt. “Mine for yours.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at this before filling with another emotion entirely. This could be fun. Standing up she curled her fingers under the bottom edge of her shirt, pulling it up inch-by-tantalizing-inch to reveal the golden skin underneath. By the time she had reached the level of her bra he was growling slightly under her breath and she was starting to tingle all over. Pulling it over her head she dropped it on the floor and pointed at his pants. “Your turn.”
He groaned slightly, staring hungrily at the black lace bra that cupped her small perky breasts before reaching down to undo his belt. He started slowly unbuttoning his jean but the look of wanton desire on her face cause him to speed up, shimmying them off and kicking off his shoes in less than thirty seconds until he was standing before her in nothing but his socks and boxers. His fingers itched with the urge to help her do the same but he settled for pointing, not trusting his voice to speak.
Liz didn’t speak either, determined to go through with their little game but desperately wanting to just tackle him. She had no belt so she settled for slipping her pants off as slowly as she could, revealing the matching black underwear she had worn just in case.
Her jeans hit the floor just as his self control broke and suddenly he was right in front of her, pulling her flush against his body as his hands roamed the bare skin displayed so copiously in front of him.
Her hands returned the favor and for several blissful minutes their world was nothing but sensation, heated skin sliding like silk underneath their fingers as lips found each other again and again before moving to claim new territory. When Michael’s fingers found his way to the clasp on her bra she giggled and pushed him away, shaking her finger. “Nuh uh. Yours first.”
Michael groaned but complied, unable to resist the flushed temptress in front of him. Just to be contrary he pulled off the socks first, dumping them with the rest of his clothes before resting his fingers on the elastic waistband of his boxers. Locking his gaze on Liz’s face he yanked them off in one quick jerk, his little soldier standing to attention. Glancing down he amended with a smirk, his big soldier.
A small sound caught his attention and he looked back up to see Liz licking her lips and eyeing him with what could only be called a predatory look. This time it was he who flushed and when their eyes met he swallowed, hard.
Liz smirked at him, trying to stop her own nervous blush at the sight of him so proudly displayed before her, then reached one hand behind her back and unhooked her bra before sliding it off her shoulders one strap at a time. The lace fell unnoticed from her fingers to the floor, and his gaze was drawn to the dusky nipples that were as hard as little pebbles, begging to be touched.
Then she was walking towards him, her breasts shifting with every step and he realized with a detached clinical part of his brain that he had stopped breathing. Her small hands touched his chest and pushed him down on the bed so that their eyes were at the same level.
He remembered to breathe again when her fingers drifted down to her underwear, a sharp gasp escaping from his lips as they disappeared under the black lace. The tiny scrap of material slid down her legs with insufferable slowness. As they reached her thighs she had to bend and her hair brushed against the sensitive skin of his cock, eliciting a low groan.
Liz’s head tilted up and she flashed Michael a grin as she dropped the underwear on the floor before gathering her courage and darting in to place a heated, wet, kiss on the tip of his penis.
Before her tongue could explore the soft skin any further his large hands reached out and wrapped around her arms, picking her up easily he pulled her into his lap before rolling over so they were both laying on the bed, her slight body pinned beneath his. Raising up on his arms he let his eyes rove over her, a sinfully delicious feast laid out just for him.
Leaning down his pressed his lips against hers, a soft caress before moving on. He dropped kisses down her jaw line and gave the hollow of her throat a slow lick that caused goose bumps to appear on her arms. Ever so slowly he continued kissing his way down her throat and sternum until he reached the valley between her breasts, her breathy little moans sending satisfied signals to the most primal part of his psyche.
Michael’s mouth claimed her left nipple with a savage gentleness that had her arching off the bed, her arms moving restlessly under the grip of his hands. He teased the nub with his tongue before sucking it between his teeth and worrying it gently.
“Michael.” Liz gasped, her voice low and thready with desire.
Releasing one of her arms he slid his right hand down the smooth silky skin of her stomach, fingertips barely touching the skin until he reached the warm nook between her legs. He slid one finger into her wet folds and was rewarded with a gasp, her free hand gripping his shoulder tightly as her body wriggled beneath him.
The first finger was followed by a second and with her moans encouraging him he soon had a rhythm as he slid them in and out, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris. Several minutes later she suddenly stiffened, her head tilting back as she shuddered before collapsing back against the pillows.
Slowly opening her eyes Liz saw the cat ate the canary smile on his face and couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious pride. His hands had wandered here before but in the dream plane they had always, consciously or subconsciously, kept things dark so they weren’t able to see each other as well as they could now. It was exciting if slightly embarrassing and fighting another blush she pulled him for a kiss.
Things between them were so intense she sometimes had trouble thinking and a small part of her wondered if they were only so attracted to each other because of the bond between King and Queen. She felt his instant denial of that thought and widened her side of the connection so they could hear each other. Surprisingly, it was Michael who kept his bond open most of the time where she preferred to keep her thoughts private unless she wanted to talk to him or the intensity of their physical actions removed her control
So when she did open it fully, the reality of his feelings always overwhelmed her. Michael may not have had the flowery words that Max had but the depth of his emotions were staggering and feeling them directed at her made her feel so loved, so real, it took her breath away. He loved her - Liz Parker- not Liz, Queen of Antar, and he wanted her with every fiber of his being. Smiling, she pulled on every bit of love she felt for him and pushed it towards him through their connection.
Feeling his contentment through the bond, and his hard length pressed against her inner thigh she pulled on her telekinetic powers and flipped them so quickly he couldn’t stop her. Hovering over him she grinned as his eyes raked over her body before returning to her face, then winked at him before sliding down his body until her mouth was level with a certain part of his anatomy. While she had touched it before he had never let her go so far and she was anxious to give him the same pleasure he had given her.
Pursing her lips she blew on it, eyes lighting up when it twitched in response before lowering her head and sliding her lips all the way down its length until the tip hit the back of her throat, then pulling back and repeating the process while applying pressure with her tongue. Her hand was resting on his thigh and she could feel the muscles clench as she swirled her tongue around the underside of the head before pulling it farther into her mouth and lightly scraping her teeth against him.
Liz had approached sex with the same studious nature she approached everything and had read all sorts of material about the act of making love including the one she was performing now and she had a list of things she’d wanted to try. Her experiments continued for several minutes until without warning Michael sat up and pulled her mouth up to meet his then rolled over so once again she was pinned beneath his larger body. “You drive me crazy” he growled before positioning himself over her entrance. His body burned with the urge to take her but he met her eyes first, silently asking if she was ready if this was okay.
The sensations flooding through her both from her own body and his were intoxicating and any doubts she had over her readiness for this were long gone. Burying her fingers in his hair she pulled his head down until their forehead’s were touching and spoke in a low purring voice that sent shivers all the way down to his toes. “I want this Michael. I want you.” Then she pulled his mouth against hers with bruising force.
Despite the complete desire he felt from her he reluctantly pulled away before leaning off the bed to rummage in his jeans pocket. Liz looked at him with confusion for a moment before her eyes lit up with understanding and she smiled then reached out one tanned arm to pull open the drawer in her bedside table. Looking inside he saw a two-inch deep pile of little foil squares and laughed. “Well aren’t you prepared.”
Liz shook her head and grinned. “Ava got them for me a month ago. I think she hoped I would let it slip to you and you guys would come out here sooner.” Reaching in to the drawer she grabbed a purple one and threw it at him. “Now hurry up mister, before they get home.”
Realizing the high possibility of that occurring he detoured to the bedroom door, sealing it with his powers before returned to the bed and opening the condom wrapper. The moment it had been fully unrolled Liz pulled him back on top of her, her lips finding his as her legs wrapped around his hips.
Michael slid into her slowly, watching her expression carefully to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. When he reached her barrier he paused until he heard her voice in his mind urging him on. It broke swiftly and he felt her pain but before he could worry more than a moment he felt it washed away by pleasure.
An hour later when Ava and Isabel walked into the apartment they both turned to each other and blushed before walking back out again, the wave of pleased contentment emanating from the bedroom almost overwhelming to those of alien persuasion.
