Anyway, thanks for all your wonderful feedback. To answer some of your questions, Max will come around eventually. It's just that a) she doesn't exactly have a lot of female friends, so that's an issue when it comes to accepting Liz b) she really cares for Joshua, so she's afraid that he might get hurt and c) it's hard for her to believe that somebody wouldn't somehow try to use the information Liz has to their own advantage. But, as I said she'll come around.
lol, I never thought of the A/L relationship resembling the M/M one, but I guss you're right. Only that the roles are reversed and Liz is pulling off a Michael here.
Well, here's the part. Next one will be up next week. Hope you like!
Part 11
“Hello?” she says. My breath hitches in my throat. “Hello?” she says again. She waits a beat. “Liz, is that you? Baby, please say something.” She sounds so desperate tears come to my eyes. I have to swallow before I can reply.
“Yeah mom, it’s me.” My voice is shaking, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady it.
She gasps, or maybe it’s a sob, I’m not sure. “Jeff!” she shouts. “Jeff, it’s Liz!”
A second later I hear my dad’s voice. “Lizzie sweetie, is that really you?”
“Yeah,” I say again. “It’s me.”
“Liz, where are you?” he asks using his most authoritarian tone. “No matter where you are, we’re going to come straight to you to pick you up.”
It takes a moment till I can answer. “Daddy, I’m not coming home. I can’t.”
“Liz,” my mom pleads. “Please, be reasonable. Whatever the reason is why you left, we’ll figure something out. Are you pregnant? Is it that?”
“What?!” I exclaim. “No!” Jesus, my parents have a nice opinion of me.
Now my dad speaks up. “Did you run off with Max? Did you elope?”
“With Ma- are you insane?” I ask, not caring that you normally don’t say something like that to your parents.
“Liz, you and Max disappeared on the same night,” my mother points out. “Do you think your father and I are stupid?”
“Mom, I did not leave with Max. I don’t know where he is, and my leaving has nothing to do with his,” I insist. Christ, me and Max eloping? Like hell.
My mom takes a deep breath while my father takes over the conversation. “Liz, we’re not mad at you, we’re just worried. We know it’s been hard on you, with Alex’s accident and everything. But running away isn’t the solution. Come home sweetie, please.”
Oh, why do they have to make this so hard for me? “Daddy, I can’t. At least not yet. I have good reasons for staying away, really. I have something I need to take care of, but once I have…I’ll come home, okay? I promise.”
“Liz-” my dad begins, but I cut him off.
“I have to go. I’ll call you again soon.” And I hang up.
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I’m sitting in the living room on my favorite couch, staring out the window at the rain. I feel empty and lonely and desperate. A dangerous combination. I didn’t realize how much I missed my parents until I talked to them. Now all I want to do is run home to them and let them protect me, let them take me in their arms and tell me that everything will be alright. And that makes me feel weak and impotent, something I hate.
But what can I do? Nothing. So I just sit and stare out the window. It’s starting to get dark when the door opens. I expect it to be Joshua. He went out with his helmet on, something Max begrudgingly agreed to since he hates being locked up here, hates being dependent on other people. I don’t bother to look up. Which is probably why hearing Alec’s voice startles me.
“Everything okay, Liz?” he asks.
I turn to him for a second, then look back out the window, even though I can hardly see anything anymore. It’s getting too dark. “I’m fine,” I say.
“Yeah, and I’m sleeping beauty,” Alec replies sarcastically.
Normally I would have come up with some witty comeback, especially since he’s making it so easy for me, but today I just don’t seem to care. I just keep staring out the window.
Alec walks over to the couch, sits down beside me and turns my head towards him with his fingers holding my chin firmly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “I just want to be alone.” And since he doesn’t move I shove his hand away and get up to go into the kitchen. I don’t know what to do there so I get myself a glass of water. He follows me, of course. But he doesn’t say anything. I have a hard time swallowing past the lump in my throat. God damn it, I will not cry in front of Alec.
I hate feeling like this, empty and vulnerable, and I hate it even more that he’s here to see it.
He comes over to me, stands in front of me and once again takes hold of my chin to keep me from turning away from him, but this time his grip is almost tender. How did he know I was going to do that?
“Look Liz, I know you and I haven’t had the best start, but you’re important to Joshua, and so, to a certain degree, you’re important to me. I can see that you’re upset, so just tell me what happened and I’ll go out and hurt whoever is responsible for it.” There’s a fierceness in his eyes, in his voice, and for some stupid reason, it touches me. The way I see it, I have three possible ways of reacting. Number one, I can cry. Number two, I can snarl at him. For some reason, neither of them seems appealing, so I opt for the third. I kiss him.
I obviously surprised Alec, and so I take full advantage of it. I press myself against him and wrap my arms around him while nibbling his lips open, then I deepen the kiss, drawing him into it, into me. I need this right now. I need to escape for a little while, and this seems like the best possibility. Ever since Alec kissed me, there’s been this tension between us. I figure this is the best way of getting rid of it, thus hitting two birds with one stone.
Things begin to heat up when he suddenly breaks the kiss. “Liz-”
“Shut up,” I say cutting him off again with my mouth on his. I don’t want to talk, I want to have him. Right now.
“We can’t do this,” he says in between kisses.
“Sure we can,” I gasp breathlessly. God, this man can kiss. My blood is already boiling, my skin tingles and I shiver.
“But we shouldn’t,” he replies even as he trails a path of butterfly kisses down my neck.
“Why not?” I ask, then draw in a sharp breath as he sucks on my pulse point.
“It’s wrong,” he says before nipping at my ear.
“Like you have a conscience,” I reply while digging my hands into his hair. I’ve always had a thing for a guy’s hair, and I really like Alec’s. It’s full and silky and long enough to hold onto. I have the feeling I’ll be needing that.
“I’m serious,” he tells me before his lips return to mine. His kisses are hungry now, demanding, and I know I’ve already won.
“So am I,” I reply.
We crash into the refrigerator and something falls off it, but I hardly even notice. Alec’s hand has snuck under my shirt, skimming over my back and my stomach, causing my groin to tingle and the muscles in my thighs to go lax. I let go of his hair and start tugging at his shirt. Growing impatient with the much too small buttons I simply rip it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. And then my hands are on his warm skin, skimming over hard curves and even harder planes of muscle. God, he feels good.
He lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his hips before he starts making his way towards my room. We bump into and knock over about a million things before finally reaching it, but I hardly notice. He tumbles us onto the bed, discarding his shirt on the way. I grab onto his hair again while he sucks on my neck, then scratch my nails down his back. Lust rushes to my groin and I can’t help moaning. The sensations roll over me, yanking me away from the here and now to a place where there’s only him and me. A red haze settles over my brain and I can no longer think, only feel and want and need. His clever hands and clever lips know exactly where to linger, where to be gentle and where to be rough. I enjoy his urgency, it only adds to my own.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but suddenly I have the need to take, to posses. I’ve never felt like this before. Rolling us over I straddle him and bite his neck, then suck before nibbling on his shoulder. Little thrills shoot through my body while I explore his chest with my lips, my hands, enjoying how well developed it is. His heart is already racing. I love knowing that that is my doing, it gives me a strange kind of feeling of power, potent and erotic, driving me on. I don’t bother being gentle, I don’t feel very gentle at the moment. When I close my teeth over his nipple he shudders, and I smile. My mouth wanders back to his, my lips close over his in a rough kiss before I sit up and tug my shirt over my head.
He sits up as well and his mouth is on my chest immediately while his fingers busy themselves with unhooking my bra. Within seconds it’s open and gone, and his mouth closes over my nipple while his hand fondles the other breast. I groan, burying my hands in his hair to keep him from moving, and arch into him. The sensations wash over me, intense and hot and still not enough. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m gasping for air.
Then his hands dip lower and fumble with the buttons of my jeans while his lips return to my neck, my mouth. I lift my hips to give him access, and once the buttons are dealt with, he practically throws me onto my back and tugs the jeans off my legs. Then he nibbles on the inside if my knee before his mouth wanders upwards, leaving a hot, wet trail on the inside of my thigh. By the time he reaches the junction between my legs I’m breathless and writhing beneath him, hot, liquid arousal sparkling through my body. He nibbles at the skin where my leg connects with my body making my jump and then slides upwards in one smooth movement to kiss me. His mouth is hot and needy, and I just sink into him.
I somehow notice that he’s still wearing his pants, and so I reach down to fumble with the buttons. I can feel his arousal straining against the cotton, making it hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand. Finally they’re open, and he takes over, tugging them over his hips and kicking them off.
Our lips crash back together while our hands once again start exploring each other’s bodies, sliding over soft curves and hard muscle, skin that has grown damp with sweat and arousal. The last scraps of clothing are removed and our hands dip lower, touching flesh already hot and wet and waiting. He’s hard and at the same time soft in my hand, his flesh hot and pulsating. I buck my hips as his fingers set out to explore, groan, moan out his name. I can’t make out the single sensations anymore, it all melts together into one burning feeling of lust.
“Liz.” His voice is hoarse, and hearing him say my name sends me over the edge. Release dances through my body, making me thrash, convulse, moan. I’m still trembling when my senses come back to me. I feel his arousal at my entrance, realize he’s donned a condom, and lift my hips. I want to feel him inside me.
He pauses, stares down at me. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asks, and there's something in his tone...
Thinking back to my last night in Roswell that I spent with Sean, I shake my head. I don’t think I’m capable of speaking right now.
His lips crash down on mine, muffling my groans, as he fills me with one smooth movement. I cling to him, dig my nails into his back as he drives me into oblivion. His name leaves my lips in a harsh whisper and someone moans. I think it was me. I feel myself falling, shattering, feel him tumbling over right behind me.
Every muscle in my body goes lax, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again. Alec collapses on top of me, and I enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing me down. My eyes are closed when I finally feel him stirring, but I don’t move. My eyes are too heavy to open them, and I feel myself starting to slip away. I’m dimly aware of the loss of Alec’s weight on top of me, of the warmth of his body moving away. He tucks the covers over me and presses a kiss to my temple, and for the first time ever since I left Roswell, I sleep peacefully.
tbc
And he sensed that Liz would probably not want the whole morning-after-intimacy, not after he already saw her pretty vulnerable the night before. He's already figured her out that well.
As for them falling in love, their relationship will evolve...but that's all I'm saying. Max getting jealous of Liz and Logan spending time together? Now why would that happen? 
As for your feedback, I got a real kick out of it, so thanks a bunch! And now that you mentioned it, I do see some polar similarities. Michael...drool. But hey, Alec...DROOL! And hey, give me some of those marshmallows!
I'm really glad you liked the part. As for some more Alec/Liz nookie, more coming up in the part after this one.