mary mary: Sorry?
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Okay so here's more...
begonia9508: ?? Here are some more clues....and hopefully answers.
jake17: Ask and you shall receive.
keepsmiling7: Now let's see if I can keep ya'
Natalie36: hmmm...
dreamerfiend : I think that would be gross too. Here's to not grossing you out....
extingman: That is true...either way it is wrong...hopefully we'll find some redeeming qualities in the both of them.
zaneri1: I'll try...they have both gone down a road you can't go back.
Roswellian117: LOL see what happens when I am left unattended? My mind goes to lots of fun dark places.
I really enjoyed the feedback from the first chapter. I wanted to see everyone's reactions to who it could be....and let me tell you...you guys did not disappoint. Thanks for all the feedback.
I briefly thought about leaving this right after the shower scene, but then I thought that wouldn't be very nice...
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so I continued on. I just want to remind eveyone...there will be lots of smut...this is sort of my way on getting some experience in writing sex scenes...sooo...well enjoy?
**some dialogue from Roswell...Season 2
Chapter 2
Hours later just as the sun was rising, she let herself in the apartment peeling off her clothes and leaving a trail to the bathroom she headed for the much needed shower.
Leaning forward she rested her forehead on the cold tile letting the hot water soothe her tired muscles for a few minutes.
Strong arms wrap around her waist. Recognizing his essence she leans back onto his chest. Reveling in the feel of him she momentarily forgets about everything.
Feeling his hand slide down my abdomen, reaching the tiny patch of curls he slides a finger inside me, while using his thumb to flick my clit, gasping I reach up and bring his head closer to my body. I need to feel him closer.
Hearing her moan sends his senses into overload. Leaning down he nibbles her ears, her neck, peppering kisses along her shoulder.
“Do you want me inside of you?” he demands.
“Yes.” I gasp.
“You want me to fuck you?” he growls out… “I want to hear you.”
“I want you Max.”
“You want me to what?” he growls out again. His fingers rubbing my clit faster, my body trembles. He reaches for my breast and pinches my nipple biting down on my neck. A small memory sneaks into my mind. Another shower….another time…..
He’s always loved to nibble on my neck, to leave his mark.
Shaking off the memories I focus on the feeling of him….on what he makes me feel. If only for a brief moment I feel loved.
His finger move faster inside of me. Arching my back, my body begins to tremble. I feel a burst of pleasure and warm juices spill out of me. Even though we were together last night I need more. It’s not enough…it never is with him.
“I want you to fuck me Max” I gasp out. Turning him on even more….he loves it when I talk dirty to him.
That’s all he needs to hear. I hear him groan right before he whirls me around, grabbing my ass and lifting, unconsciously my legs wrap around him, he slams me against the shower wall.
Swiftly I feel his cock enter me.
“God you’re so fucken wet for me.” He murmurs against my ear, causing me to shiver despite the hot water cascading over our bodies.
Thrusting inside of me. I dig my nails into his back, not caring if I leave a mark. Truth is I want to mark him as mine too, maybe….just once….. he’ll forget to heal it.
Sensations rush through my body. His breath raspy against my neck. A feeling, a growing sense of whole? ...safe? … sweeps through me. Here, she was just a woman, as he held her and filled her with sounds she never thought she was capable of making. She felt it between the both of them…the building of intensity. Her skin tingled at his touch. She was at her most vulnerable and yet he made her feel complete
“You like that baby? You like the way I make you feel? Am I good enough for you now?” his breath harsh and haggard tickling me.
The endearment unnoticed tumbling off his lips do so much to me. He doesn’t know. He’s oblivious. I hate feeling this way. I hate the fact that I feel this way, and I hate him for making me hate him and love him all the same. I hate loving him and yet I do. I hate…love.
He pulls out almost all the way and slams his cock back inside of me. Repeating the process over and over. I try to block out the yearning I start to feel and focus on the fire searing through me.
“Yes…yes I like that….don’t stop….don’t stop Max…oohhh feels so goooood.”
He’s close. I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. I’m so close to my own orgasm. Wanting him to cum with me, I bite down on his shoulder and reach down and tickle his balls, sending an extra jolt of alien energy to him. I want us there…together.
“Ooohhh yes” I hear him moan, he reaches up and gently strokes my hair as his body stills. I feel his release and the absolute need within him and for the briefest of a second his guard is down and I thought I felt love…but just as quickly it’s gone.
For just a moment I imagine a different us, a different timeline. And as the water pelts down around us, a single tear slides down my cheek.
As Max steps out of the shower, he calmly calls out over his shoulder.
“Cal has called a meeting, he wants us all downstairs.”
I turn away from him and begin my shower routine. As the bathroom door closes behind him, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
Why does he do this to me? Why can’t I let him go?
Same old questions I ask myself many times. Breathing in deep I let his aroma surround me. How weird is that that I can smell Max in the shower?
Briefly I’m comforted. But it doesn’t last long, the numbness is back. It’s been years since I’ve learned to block out my connection, my feelings. It’s better this way.
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“Here ya go cornball” Ava hands me a plate of pancakes and sausage.
“Everyone’s already here. Go on out, I’ll follow in a sec”
“Thanks Aves” I smile at her as I take my plate from her. Ava is sort of our resident cook. Serena is the clean one and I’m the planner. It works for us.
Pushing my way through the swinging door into the main restaurant, I set my plate down on the counter as I make coffee for Ava and me.
Glancing around I observe everyone. Someone had pushed together the middle tables and now there was one large table right smack in the middle of the Crashdown.
Cal at the head of the table. Michael to his right. Maria next to him. Jim Valenti sat next to Maria and Kyle next to him. The chair next to Kyle was empty at the moment, that was the space Ava usually occupied. The chair next to that was also empty, the one facing Cal. Max was next, Tess to his right, Isabel, Jessie, Serena and back to Cal.
Liz watches as Ava breezes by and hands over a few more plates to the others before settling herself into her chair. Smiling Liz heads to the table herself, glad that Ava was now more comfortable within their group.
Truth is she didn’t even feel all that comfortable anymore.
She barely talked to Michael or Maria.
She had never thought that she would ever not want to talk to Maria. Maria had been her best friend…Maria had also turned her back on her…..how quickly things can change.
“Stop it and listen to me, all right? I need my best friend right now because our other best friend just died, and I feel lost and scared and just completely wrecked….”
“So you don't believe me, either”
“I'm…no, I'm sorry, I guess I don't, Liz”
“God, you know, you're doing this for Alex, but you don't care whose life you screw up in the way”
After Alex had died Liz had needed a friend, someone to believe in her, to listen, and yet no one had turned out to be that kind of friend.
Maria…..Max…the two people she thought she could always rely on.
“Liz, don't get in that cab”
“What are you gonna do? You're gonna throw me in it?”
“You have to listen to me.”
“Don't even pull that king card on me, Max. I'm not Isabel. You can't boss me around”
“If this is about being pissed at me, fine. Punish me all you want. But what about everyone else? What you're doing puts them at risk”
“What I'm doing may save their lives.”
“You have a responsibility to Michael, Isabel, and Tess not to get in that cab.”
“Uh-huh, and I have a responsibility to Alex to find out what really happened.”
“Liz, if you go, our friendship is over.”
That had been the last conversation she’d had with Max and Maria. She had known that Alex was murdered and yet no one had believed her. Everyone had turned against her.
Making her way to the chair between Ava and Max, Liz handed Ava her coffee mug. Her mind already drumming up memories of the night she left.
“Ms. Parker? Mr. Stockman from the embassy. We found your building. There's just one curiosity-- that structure was torn down in 1994. 3 people in my office have confirmed it. That building is gone.”
At first hearing this news she was prepared to go straight to Maria or Max, but she knew they wouldn’t listen and she had vowed to find Alex’s killer. That night she had bought a one way ticket to her Aunt’s in Florida.
She needed to leave Roswell. There was no way she could continue to live here with people whom she had thought were her friends and had only turned their back on her.
She never regretted leaving. Leaving Roswell had brought her, Ava and Serena together.
Sitting down and glancing around, she noticed Max’s dry hair.
Hmmm… so he used his powers to dry his hair…..
Well that was one way to hide the fact the he just finished fucking me in the shower…
Smirking and meeting his eyes she couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous of Tess, who was now glued to Max’s side.
Tess had come to town and reeked havoc. Planting memories, mindwarps….all mind games. In the end she had got the guy too.
Well apparently Max was really never mine to begin with…..with the whole married in a previous life and everything.
Cal cleared his throat,
“Okay everyone….we need to talk.”
All heads turned to the front of the table, waiting for Cal to speak. This was an important meeting. Cal never called meetings and he never asked for everyone. He usually preferred to bark out his orders or advice via the telephone and only to Max or......
“It’s time…..the protector is ready to full fill her duties.”
“Oh well isn’t that nice of her to make time for us.”
“Hey” Max warned Michael.
“Cal, it’s not that we’re ungrateful, but it has been years. We don’t even need her now.” Max tried to relay his thoughts tactfully.
“Really? Why is that?” Cal asked.
“We haven’t had any problems. No evil aliens have attacked, no FBI. We’ve kept a low profile and haven’t brought any attention to ourselves.”
Cal looked to the group threw his head back and let out a roar of a laugh.
“You’re safe because
she allows it. Your protector, she keeps you safe. While you guys have been here living your drama free lives, she’s out there fighting
your wars, your battles. The kids in Phoenix, that you healed Max…..the FBI……the special unit, they were all over you guys. She took care of it. Nasedo’s death……you guys didn’t think Agent Daniel Pierce’s death would go unnoticed did you? Well she took care of that too. Dupes…….not a problem. All taken care of. You see
she has taken care of
your problems
your loose ends and you didn’t even know it. She keeps you safe.”
Michael, annoyed by Cal’s condescending tone, asks what he’s sure everyone is thinking…
“So how come she hasn’t made herself known by now? I mean if she’s our protector and all.”
“This is the fun part…..” placing his fork down and sitting back, to get a better view of the group’s reaction, he continued, grinning….. “she hates you all more than I do.”
This was indeed the best part he thought.
Hates us? Max thought, why is it that all their so called protectors didn’t seem like they were doing any actual protecting.
Surmising Cal was right, they had left quite a few loose ends and after Zan was born he never bothered to follow up on anything.
Out of sight..out of mind, he figured…apparently not, if his so called protector was cleaning up after them.
“How can she hate us? She doesn’t even know us?” Tess asked.
“Aaah… but she does know you…even better than I do.”
“Who is she?”
“She is the alien slayer.”
“What?” Several voices could be heard asking.
“Okay kids…I’m going to give you a little background information. There is a prophecy for Antar. A group of three will be united and form their own unit….something like you four square…but stronger. These three will yield more power than ever imagined. The unit is the ‘Tri Acla’.
The Tri Acla includes three individuals, the warrior….one who hold immense physical power. The clone….the one with the superior mental power. And lastly the slayer. The slayer is chosen by the granilith itself. The slayer is all powerful. They hold the power of the land.”
Cal spoke in a low respectful tone, mesmerizing us all by the prophesized Tri Acla and the slayer. Holding the group’s attention he continued.
“This slayer is also your new protector.” He stated finally.
TBC.......