Last Night on Earth - (AU M/L ADULT) COMPLETE; Pg 3 - 6/5

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Hi all! Thanks again for the great feed.

We can never thank you enough. So glad everyone is liking this story. Emma and I are very much enjoying writing it too.

We hope you'll like this part, which is written by the lovely Emma.

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Part 11

The next day dawned sunny and Liz groaned when she saw it filtering through her windows. She wanted the snow back; she didn’t want to have to face the world yet or the fact that in less than a week it was Christmas and she still had shopping to do, as well as a story to write.

Thinking about her story, Liz’s thoughts turned to the man who was sleeping in her spare room. He had fallen into her life and turned it upside down. She felt things for the first time in a long time and she didn’t know if she liked that or not. She also realised that she couldn’t hide in her bedroom forever and that sooner or later she was going to have to get up and face him. At first she had felt rejected when he had pulled back from her, but in the light of day she knew that he was right. Burying herself in the amazing feelings he evoked in her because of her sadness wasn’t the answer.

The funny thing Liz found is that the truth had been staring her in the face for months now, but it took Max to come into her life and show her to it. But with seeing the truth also came the realisation, and eventually the acceptance of a few things. No longer could she stay in her world of denial that she had built around her to keep her friends and family out. Those walls had come crumbling down yesterday and she felt relieved.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing jerked her from her thoughts.

‘Hello,’ she answered.

‘Hey chica,’ the voice on the other line replied.

‘Hi Ria’ she smiled. She knew Maria wouldn’t be able to wait too long to call.

‘So I thought you were going to call me back?’ she asked her.

‘Oh yeah sorry about that,’ Liz apologised.

‘Well what’s been keeping you so busy? I mean we’ve been snowed in for days,’ she complained. ‘I mean I thought I was going to go insane. I have so much to do before Christmas and I was in this place all by myself and-’

‘Maria,’ Liz laughed, ‘Calm down.’

The phone went silent then. ‘Maria, are you there?’ Liz had to ask.

A couple of blocks away Maria DeLuca stood with the phone in her hand in shock. Did she just hear Liz laugh?

‘Maria,’ Liz called into the phone again, concerned that something had happened to the line.

‘Yeah I’m here,’ she finally answered.

‘What happened?’ Liz asked concerned.

‘Did you just laugh?’ Maria blurted out.

‘Um, just then?’ Liz smiled. She couldn’t believe that a little giggle had made the windbag DeLuca speechless.

‘No before my silence,’ she corrected.

‘Um yeah I guess I did,’ she replied.

‘Wow,’ Maria said.

‘Yeah it feels good,’ she told her best friend.

‘It sounds good from my end too,’ Maria whispered.

‘Okay don’t you want to know the gossip?’ Liz asked her then, still smiling at Maria's reaction. She could tell she was happy to hear her laugh once more.

‘Gossip?’ Maria questioned.

‘Yep’ Liz grinned. She couldn’t wait to tell her best friend all about the gorgeous, wonderfully, sensitive man who had been snowed in with her.

‘Liz, you’ve been snowed in for days with no phone lines for most of that time, so how can you have gossip?’ Maria asked. It had been so long since she had heard Liz laugh, but it had been even longer since she heard her excited about something. Liz’s relationship with Sean Harrison had sucked the life right out of her, literally.

It had been bad enough that he had almost killed Liz with this drunk driving, which ironically resulted in his own death, but he had left behind a shadow of the person Liz used to be. Even before the accident, and his untimely death Sean had somehow managed to crush Liz’s spirit and Maria was curious as to what, or rather who had been able to give it back to her.

‘Well it’s gossip about me,’ she told her.

‘Okay spill chica,’ Maria demanded.

Liz paused for a moment when she heard shuffling in the bedroom next to her. A couple of minutes later Max knocked on her door.

‘Hold on a sec, Maria,’ Liz said into the phone.

‘Come in,’ she called out.

Max poked his head in hesitantly. He wasn’t sure what type of reaction he was going to receive from Liz this morning. He felt as though he was taking one step forward only to take three back sometimes, but he refused to give in.

‘Morning,’ he smiled scratching his ear.

‘Morning,’ she smiled back.

‘I was just going to grab a shower is that ok?’ he asked unsure.

‘Oh course, oh and I washed and dried your clothes if you wanted to put those back on,’ she told him.

‘Thanks,’ he replied.

‘No problem.’

A minute later Max left the room and Liz brought the receiver back to her ear, remembering that she still had Maria on the other line.

‘Ok do you want to tell me who the strange man in your house is that your exchanging good morning's with?’ Maria demanded.

Liz laughed again. ‘Max,’ she told her.

‘Max?’ Maria repeated.

‘Yeah I met him the other week when you dragged me ice-skating, remember?’ she told her.

‘Oh my God!’ Maria squealed, causing a sleeping Michael who was on the couch to jump up in surprise.

‘Shit,’ he cursed, turning his head to see his blonde charge talking a mile a minute, obviously very excited about something.

Time to see what Max is up to, he thought before vanishing.

‘You mean the total hottie?’ she asked.

‘Um yeah. That would be a good way to describe him,’ Liz giggled.

‘How did that happen?’ she asked then somewhat shocked. Even the Liz of four years ago wouldn’t have shacked up with someone she hardly knew, let alone the Liz of the past three months.

‘Well I actually ran into him at the cemetery the other day when the storm started. He was going to call a taxi but I insisted he let me give him a lift because of the weather. Well I was going to drop him in the city but the weather got too bad so we ended up here,’ she explained to Maria, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You're kidding aren’t you?’ Maria asked surprised.

‘Um no,’ Liz answered.

‘Liz you hardly know the guy. Why on earth would you invite him into your home?’ she screeched, all ready her mind being taken over with scenarios where Max murdered and raped her best friend, or at the least robbed her of everything.

‘I don’t know Ria,’ Liz sighed. She had asked herself the same question a thousand times as she drove them towards her house that first night.

‘I just knew that I could trust him. I feel like I’ve known him forever,’ she explained.

Maria was silent. ‘I’m coming over,’ she informed her best friend.

‘What! Why?’ Liz gasped. The last thing she needed was Maria coming over and giving Max the third degree. Playing twenty questions with Maria had never been her idea of fun and she couldn’t imagine Max liking it much either.

‘Because I have to meet this guy.’

‘Maria, no,’ Liz shook her head.

‘Why not?’ Maria asked slightly surprised. ‘Are you hiding something?’

‘What!? No, what would I be hiding?’ she asked.

‘Hmm, well I don’t know Liz, but you don’t want me, your best friend since birth, the woman that is practically your sister, to meet a stranger that you picked up in a cemetery. Do you see where I’m going with this Liz?’

‘Maria,’ Liz groaned. Why did she have to be so dramatic? Liz thought.

‘Unless of course you have feelings for him and you just want to keep him to yourself,’ Maria reasoned, waiting for Liz to jump down her throat immediately. When silence greeted her on the other line Maria gasped.

‘Liz?’ she questioned ‘You have feelings for him don’t you?’ she asked happily.

‘I-I-’ she stammered. ‘No he’s just a friend that’s all,’ she objected.

‘Well then you won't mind me meeting him. Maybe I could ask him out,’ Maria bated.

‘No!’ Liz yelled.

‘Hmm, me thinks you protest too much, Lizzie’ Maria laughed.

‘God, you're impossible’ Liz grumbled.

Maria laughed then. ‘Listen sweetie I’d love to meet him, to thank him, but if you're not ready for me to do that yet, then that’s fine.’

‘Thank him?’ Liz asked confused.

‘Yeah, thank him,’ Maria confirmed.

‘What for?’

‘Well Liz, I haven’t heard you sound this happy or alive in months, and obviously Max has a lot to do with that. So, I want to thank him for bringing my best friend back to me,’ she told her, her voice sounding a little emotional.

‘I’m sorry, Ria’ she said then. It wasn’t enough for what she had put her, Alex and Isabel through in the past months, but she knew it was the best place to start.

Because somehow Max had been able to show her the answer that had been staring her in the face all along.

Sean Harrison wasn’t worth it.

You didn't treat someone you loved the way he'd treated her, and she wasn’t going to waste anymore of her tears and love on a man who couldn’t love her back. Liz Parker was going to take her life back and it all started with her very own Christmas miracle.

TBC...
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A/N: Okay thank you to those who are reading and leaving feedback :D If there are any lurkers out there please drop by and leave some feedback :D

This part is my Lessie, great work BTW chica. Now me (the naughty writer who doesnt write her parts) is due to write the next part.

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Part 12

'I'm so happy,' Isabel said as she plopped down on the plush leather couch. Her eyes gave held a special shine, telling of the joy she felt. They'd just returned from a visit to the doctor's who had confirmed what Isabel all ready knew; she was six weeks pregnant.

Alex looked over at his wife and smiled. Isabel practically glowed, she radiated a sense of peace and it made her appear so much more beautiful. He walked over to the couch and took a seat.

'I'm happy too Iz,' he smiled, giving her a loving look. 'This is the best possible Christmas gift ever.' Alex had to admit that at first he'd been a little scared at the prospect of becoming a dad but after the doctor had talked them through their questions and concerns, his fears had slowly dissipated only to be replaced with happiness. He was going to be a dad!

'It is,' she grinned. 'I can't wait to tell all our friends.'

'You think that's a good idea? Shouldn't we wait a little longer?'

'Why wait Alex? I want to share this joy with my friends and family.'

'So do I and we can do whatever you want.' He smiled again, pulling her into a hug. They stayed like that for a few moments, then he gently let her go and lowered his head.

'Hey in there,' he said in awe, touching her stomach all most reverently. Isabel looked down at the man who had given her this gift. The way he spoke so tenderly brought tears of joy to her eyes and she smiled softly.

Alex continued to talk to her middle. 'Your mummy and daddy are so glad you're on your way. We all ready love you so much, and we haven't even met you yet,' he laughed softly. Then he put his mouth to her flat stomach, kissing it gently. The simple gesture caused Isabel to cry more than she all ready was.

He heard her soft sobs and hugged her to him. 'What's wrong sweetie?' he asked stroking her hair.

'Nothing,' she sniffled against his shirt. 'These are tears of joy, can't you tell?' Isabel smiled and gave him a kiss.

Wiping away the tears, she grinned. 'How about we invite Liz and Maria for dinner tomorrow night? But we won't tell them why. I want to surprise them.'

Alex laughed. 'Then Maria will go into her protective mode and not let you do anything for nine months.'

'That's Maria for you. I know her and Liz will be so happy for us.'

'They will Iz.'

'Plus this is a good chance to get Liz to start going out more. After what's she's been through, Liz needs to get out more. Start to regain a sense of normalcy.'

'Yeah,' Alex sighed. 'But it won't be easy. I've never seen her this way before. It's like she's clammed up and won't let anyone in.'

'Give her time. She needs it to heal. And Alex she's not alone. She has us and Maria, her parents, people that love her. We're going to help her through this.'

He smiled at Isabel. 'You're right. Liz will always count on us to stand beside her.'

******

It'd been a couple of days since Max had left. Liz sat cross-legged on her bed thinking about the man with the amber eyes. She thought about him a lot these days. The truth was she missed him. She missed having Max around. Her house felt empty without him here, and sometimes she expected she'd walk into the living room and find him throwing logs into her fire.

After the storm had abated, he'd called his friend Michael to come and get him. Liz had insisted that she could give him a lift, but he'd refused saying that the roads were still really icy, plus he didn't want her to go through anymore trouble for him. She'd told him it was no trouble, but he'd been stubborn and said it was fine for Michael to pick him up.

When Michael had finally arrived, she'd walked Max to the door. He'd thanked her for her kind hospitality, and pulled her into a hug. Liz had all most cried to see him go, surprised at her own reaction. Max was all ready so deep inside that it hurt to see him leave.

'Bye Max,' she'd said on the verge of tears. He noticed her sad smile and hugged her once more.

'I'll be watching out for you Liz Parker,' he'd softly whispered. Then he'd pulled away and left her there, standing alone and cold. Liz watched as he got into the car, and drove away. Inside her Liz suspected that it wouldn't be the last she would see of Max. She felt that once she'd let him into her home, he would never leave her heart.

She would see the amber-eyed man again. Meeting Max Evans had done something to her and she knew she would never be the same again. He'd come into her life unexpectedly, evoking long-lost emotions in what she thought was left of her frozen heart.

Max made her feel. Just when she'd thought all hope was lost, plunging herself into the abyss that was despair, he had shown up, giving her renewed strength. Like an angel, Max had taught Liz Parker that miracles did not only still exist, but that they happened to anyone, including her. The tall, dark-haired man with the magnificent eyes seemed like a heaven-sent gift.

Smiling at the memory of his wonderful eyes, Liz got off the bed, stretching. It was only three more days till Christmas and she needed to do some last-minute shopping, as well as finish the Christmas story she was supposed to be working on.

***

An hour later, Liz drove towards Greenwich Village, where she planned to do the last of her holiday shopping. She'd called Maria to see how she was doing, but hadn't gotten an answer. Then she'd tried her cell, but nothing either. Liz figured her friend was also out finishing her holiday errands, since Maria had mentioned in their earlier conversation that she still need to wrap up some final things.

Liz glanced out the window, the snow gleaming with the glow of the sun. The streets decorated merrily and the bustling New York City people clipping along at a steady rhythm. It was beautiful.

Nearing Broadway, Liz turned onto 4th street, driving until she found a good parking spot. Gathering her bag, she got out of the car. Looking around, Liz notices that for it being so close to Christmas, the Village was unusually less packed; there were still lots of people, but less so than usual. She started to walk towards Washington Square Park, where even in winter the lively sounds of the street musicians could be heard. Liz had all ways enjoyed Greenwich Village and it's wonderful sights; there was something about it that was uniquely New York.

Walking until she reached 6th Avenue, Liz crossed it, and found herself in the heart of the Village. She glanced at the picturesque townhouses with their beautiful gardens. She'd been so wrapped up in her grief that she'd missed all the things she'd loved doing. The simple things like taking a leisurely walk through the wonderful city that was New York and everything that came along with living in the Big Apple. Silently sending a thank you to the heavens above, Liz continued, reaching the corner of 5th and 6th Avenues.

There she found what she was looking for; the small boutique, with its antique exterior and the letters than ran across the front read Versailles. Liz sighed and walking to the door opened it, prepared to do some serious shopping.

******

'I can't believe this,' Alex muttered under a breath. Isabel had sent him to the store to buy groceries for tomorrow, and after he'd finished buying what she'd asked for, he'd returned to the car, only to find that he'd left the lights on, and the battery was dead. If only there was someone who could jump the car he'd get on his way, knowing Isabel would be wondering what was taking so long.

Just then he spotted a tall man unlocking his truck door. 'Hey,' Alex called out. He started to jog to him. 'Hi. Sorry to bother, but I was wondering if you could help me jump my car. The battery's dead, but I have my jumper cables with me.' As Alex looked at the stranger, there was something about him that seemed familiar, like he'd seen him somewhere but just couldn't quite place his finger on it.

'Sure. Where are you parked?'

'Right over there,' Alex motioned with his hand.

'Ok, I'll be right over.'

He unlocked the door, getting in, driving the short distance to where Alex was parked.

'Thanks for doing this. I appreciate it'

'It's no problem, Glad I could be of some help.' Quickly Alex hooked the cables to both vehicles.

'All right, let's do this.' He got into the car, turning the ignition, giving life to the idle engine.

'Thank God.' He got out, walking to the dark-haired man and smiled. 'Thanks again.'

'Anytime,' came his reply. For some reason Alex felt as if he'd met him before, and weird as it was, this stranger inspired a trust in him. Around him there seemed to be an aura of goodness and peace; it made him feel serene.

'I'm sorry I never got your name. I'm Alex Whitman.'

'Max Evans.'

'I can't thank you enough Max. My wife must be wondering where I am,' he laughed.

Max smiled. 'I'm sure it's fine.'

'Yeah.' Alex felt like thanking this man more, even if it was only a small gesture that'd he'd helped him with.

Before he knew what he was doing, he asked, 'Would you like to have dinner with my wife and I tomorrow night? I'd like to thank you for helping me out.'

Alex wouldn't have normally extended such an offer to a complete stranger, but something about Max told him that this man could be trusted. He was sure Isabel wouldn't mind. She did love to have guests. Alex surprised even himself by extending an invitation to a virtual stranger, a man he didn't even know. But again, Max emanated an air of goodness and trust that was hard not to notice.

'I don't want to cause any trouble-'

'Isabel and I would love to have you. It's no trouble at all. My thanks for helping me.'

'If you're sure?'

'I am. I'll give you directions. It's a big brick house, you can't miss it,' Alex continued as he went to the car to get pen and paper. He scribbled brief directions on it, then handed it to Max. 'There you go. We'll be expecting you tomorrow night at 7.'

'Sounds good. I'll be there.'

So it was set. Max Evans would be dining with them tomorrow night.

******

After much browsing and shopping, a satisfied Liz walked to the large bench near the fountain in the middle of the park. Resting her tired feet, she gave a small sigh setting the bags down beside her.

The blue New York sky shined brightly with the radiant sun. Liz smiled as she saw two small birds flying into their nest. They looked like they were bringing food to their babies. A tiny bird head peeked out chirping, with an open beak, waiting for its food. The scene was simple yet beautiful.

It was this that'd she'd all most lost; the small but wonderful things in life; birds singing, the soft whistle of the wind. Losing Sean had caused her to cocoon herself, but now she saw that life went on. It did hurt, yet she knew deep down that everything was going be all right. Liz was alive and she would make this new start worth all the pain of the past.

Turning to her right, she saw a frail-looking old man walking along the sidewalk. He looked positively ancient, yet walked with a vigor and energy that was uncommon. He neared the bench, and as he passed her a small piece of paper fell from the basket he was toting.

Liz leaned down to pick it up. 'Sir you just-' but the man was nowhere in sight. She looked around, searching for him, but he wasn't to be seen. Liz stared in the direction he should have been walking but saw no one. Just as quickly as he'd appeared he'd gone.

'How strange,' she said, still holding the paper in her hand. It was like he'd vanished into thin air leaving behind only a soft murmur of breeze. And the paper.

It was in a golden-hued tone folded in half, with a small seal in the middle bearing a tiny angelic emblem, sparking her curiosity. Tentatively she unfolded it, wondering what it might say. In large cursive red lettering it read;

When during sad times an angel should come to you, open your eyes and see who that angel is, for that is your one true love.

Something in her heart moved in that instant and Liz felt an unexplainable feeling comer over then. What. . . how. . .

The sound of the phone ringing suddenly startled her. Reaching for her bag, she retrieved the phone and saw that it was Maria. Placing the paper in her coat pocket, Liz answered.

'Hello. . . I'm at Greenwich Village. . . yeah doing some last minute shopping. . . no . . . ok then I'll see you then. . . all right. . . bye.'

As she was putting the phone back in her bag, it rang again. 'Who is it now?' Liz mused out loud.

'This is Liz,' she said into the phone. 'Oh hey Isabel, how are you?. . . I'm doing all right. . . Greenwich Village finishing some shopping. . . no I don't have anything planned for tomorrow night? Why?. . . of course. I'd love to. . . sounds great. . . thanks. . . I feel better. . . yeah. . . ok I'll see you and Alex tomorrow. . . you too Iz. . .'

She stuffed the phone into her pocket, gathering her bags. Liz was glad that she'd be spending time with Alex and Isabel tomorrow. She hadn't seen much of them, due to the fact that she had kept shutting everyone out. But now she realised her friends wanted to help her. They genuinely cared for her and Liz felt bad that'd she'd been keeping them out all this time. She was looking forward to tomorrow and finally being able to be with her best friends.

******

'Liz would you hold still for just a second?' Maria said while trying to fasten the buttons on the back of Liz's dress.

'Sorry I'm just a little fidgety.'

'I can tell,' Maria laughed. 'I wonder what's going on with Alex and Isabel. When they called, Isabel had sounded secretive, like she was hiding something.'

'Maria don't be silly. What would she not tell us?'

'I don't know? But tonight for sure I will find out. There! All done.' Liz stepped towards the mirror, looking at herself in the dark blue dress. She'd bought it on a whim, loving the style and its simple yet flattering cut. There was a gleam in her eyes that hadn't been there before, and she could only attribute it to one reason.

'Liz you look wonderful,' Maria said from behind. 'That dress looks awesome on you girl.'

Liz smiled. 'You think so?'

'No, I know so.'

Another smile came from Liz's lips. 'Thank you,' she replied, running her hands down her flat stomach.

The women finished getting ready, laughing and talking all the while. Maria stole a sideways glance at her friend, and noticed the bright smile along with the sparkling eyes. Something in Liz had changed and it brought a smile to Maria's face. Her friend looked happier than she had in ages. Maria didn't know exactly what had brought about this miraculous change, but was grateful to whatever had caused it. Whispering a silent thank you to God above, a small tear ran down her cheek.

'Maria, what's wrong you're crying.' Liz went over to her friend and saw the tears.

'It's just that you look so. . . happy. . . like a change has happened. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but it makes me so glad to see you better.'

'Oh Maria.' Liz smiled and took her into a hug. ‘I'm sorry for the way-'

'Don't apologize Lizzie. It's all right. These are tears of happiness,' she gave a small laugh. 'I'm just glad to see you back. I don't what brought you back, but whomever or whatever it was I will forever be thankful to them.'

A few tears escaped from her own eyes and Liz hugged Maria tighter. 'Thanks for not giving up on me.'

'I never will Lizzie.'

They stood there for a few more minutes finally letting go.

'Enough of these tears,' Maria said wiping hers away. 'Tonight we're going to have fun!'

Liz laughed. 'Yeah we will.'

'Now let's go before we're late.'

'What did you just say? If I remember correctly, you never minded being late before,' Liz smiled.

'Yeah but today I feel that something big is going to happen. Call it a good feeling. I feel it in my bones.'

Laughing they grabbed their coats, walking to the door.

'You have your keys?' Liz asked.

'Yes.'

The cold wind blew against their faces, and they hurried to reach the warmth of the car.

Liz got into the driver's seat, starting the engine. It was a 15 minute drive to the Whitman's, the sounds of music coming through the radio.

I've waited all this time
Counting minutes as they pass
Searching for a sign
Wishing for the best
And just when my hopes were wearing thin
You turned my heart to love again

Like a miracle out of the blue
You rescued me like the angels do
You shook the heavens and cracked the sky
When you walked...when you walked into my life

When you appeared
Like sight to the blind
Like music to my ears
Like a reason to a rhyme
And just when I thought my chance was gone
Love came to me with open arms

Like a miracle out of the blue
You rescued me like the angels do
You shook the heavens and cracked the sky
When you walked...when you walked into my life

You spoke my name and the world began again
You touched my heart and it opened

Like a miracle out of the blue
You rescued me like the angels do! ne You shook the heavens and cracked the sky
When you walked...when you walked into my life

Like a miracle out of the blue
You rescued me like the angels do
You shook the heavens and cracked the sky
When you walked...when you walked into my life


Liz listened to the lyrics and in them she found comfort. They spoke of promise and hope and love. Of everything that her heart secretly wished for.

Turning the corner onto Howard street, Liz saw the familiar brick house.

'I'm excited Liz! I know something's going to happen tonight. I feel it.

'I hope you're right.'

They unlocked the doors and stepped out of the car, making their way to the front door.

'It's so cold,' Maria muttered.

Reaching the door, Maria rang the doorbell, shivering. It was a few minutes before anyone answered. 'God what takes you people so long?' she asked.

Just then Liz saw the knob moving and the door opened. 'Glad you guys could make it.' Isabel smiled. 'Come on in. Here let me take your coats.' They gave Isabel their coats and walked into the large family room lit by an inviting, blazing fire.

Suddenly, the man who was sitting on the couch with their back to them, turned around and Liz found herself looking into familiar amber eyes.

TBC... So what do you guys think? feedback is really appreciated.
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A/N: Hey everyone. So sorry that it's been so long since we've posted but when your co-writing you have to allow for RL. Anyway Lessie should be back with a new part soon :D

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Part 13

‘Max’ the name escaped her lips in a sigh before she could stop it.

‘Um Lizzie, are you ok?’ Maria asked.

Liz’s eyes darted from the warm amber ones to the green ones of her best friend ‘Yeah I’m fine’ she replied.

‘So Maria, Liz this is Max Evans’ Isabel introduced when she came back into the room from putting away their coats.

‘Um we actually know each other’ Max smiled gesturing to Liz.

‘You do?’ a surprised Alex asked.

‘Um yeah’ Liz said sharing a small grin with Max.

‘Oh okay then well Max this is Maria Deluca’ Alex finished.

Max stood up and held his hand out to Maria ‘Nice to meet you’ he said.

‘Well it’s extremely nice to meet finally you too’ Maria smiled ‘although I sort of feel like I know you in some ways’ she added making it more than obvious that she had worked out who the man standing near her was.

Max inwardly chuckled, Maria was certainly everything that Michael had described. He hadn’t meant to run into Alex but found himself unable to say no when the man asked for help that morning. He should have realised that Maria and Liz would be attending dinner that night considering how close they all were.

‘So’ Isabel started ‘how do you two know each other’ she asked Liz.

‘Oh it’s a long story’ Liz replied her eyes drifting to Max and sharing another soft secret smile with him.

‘Ok then’ Isabel replied her eyes watching the looks passing between Max and Liz curiously.

‘Well dinner is ready so if you guys are ready we can start’ she informed them.

‘Can I help with something, Iz?’ Liz asked then.

‘Oh sure you can help me with the drinks’ Isabel replied glad to find an excuse to get Liz alone and find out how she knew the mysterious yet very attractive stranger her husband had invited to dinner.

‘Ok spill’ she said the minute they were out of ear shot.

‘Wow Iz your getting worse than Maria’ Liz laughed.

‘Well her methods are normally effective, so?’

‘Remember when we went ice skating a few weeks back?’

‘Yes’

‘Well I met him there, he returned my scarf to me and we’ve run into each other since then’ she shrugged.

‘He wouldn’t have anything to do with the person who was shacked up with you during the blizzard was he?’ Isabel asked then. There were alarms bells going off in her head right now.

Liz immediately flushed a bright red ‘who told you about that!’

Isabel laughed ‘I’ll take that as a yes, and who do you think’

‘I’ll kill her’ she mumbled.

‘So, what’s he like?’ she continued to probe and was completely shocked at the smile she saw light up her close friends face.

‘He’s amazing’ she admitted ‘he really helped me through a hard time’

‘Um wow’ Isabel said. The way Liz spoke and the sparkle in her eyes was unlike nothing Isabel had ever seen. Liz was never one to wear her emotions on her sleeve but apparently Max Evans was the exception to that rule.

‘I have a lot to tell you and Alex’ she told her friend then ‘a lot to thank you both for and’

Isabel interrupted then ‘you don’t need to thank us for anything, we should be thanking Max by the sounds of things though because I haven’t seen you this happy in, well ever truthfully’ Isabel told her.

Liz blushed again ‘thanks’

‘Come on we don’t want them to send out a search party’ Isabel said.

When they reached the dinning room Alex, Maria and Max were already seated. Alex was at the head of the table with Maria next to him on one side and Max on the other. The table was set for Isabel to sit at the opposite end and the only spare space was next to Max so Liz happily moved around to take her seat. Max jumped out of his seat quickly and held Liz’s chair out for her as she sat down.

Liz looked over and noticed her best friend looked like Sylvester who had caught tweetie. Obviously happy that her plan to set Liz up but placing her next to Max had worked.

‘Well this is really nice, thank you so much for in the invite Alex, Isabel’ Max said.

‘Don’t even, Max’ Alex shook his head ‘it’s out pleasure after how you helped me out this morning’

‘How did that come about?’ Liz couldn’t help herself asking then, her gaze focused on Max.

‘Max is an angel’ Alex stated simply. ‘I had a flat battery this morning and he helped me out’ he explained.

‘Maria are you ok?’ Isabel asked. Maria had been very quiet, unusually quiet.

‘Oh sorry I just feel like someone is blowing on my neck’ she complained.

Her words made Max look up and sure enough when he looked hard enough he saw Michael standing behind Maria and blowing against her neck. Michael turned when he felt like someone was staring at him and grinned at his best friends disapproving look. As far as he was concerned if Max was allowed to sit around and play human then he could at least have some fun.

‘Cut it out’ Max pathed.

Michael sighed ‘ok but don’t think your going to spoil all my fun’ he replied before disappearing.

‘Max’ Liz placed a hand on his softly to get his attention.

‘I’m sorry’ he smiled apologising for being so distracted.

‘That’s ok’ she replied.

‘What did you say?’ he asked.

‘I just wondered how you were?’ she smiled shyly.

When he had left the other day he had asked her for her phone number, he wasn’t sure why it wasn’t like he could pick up a phone and call her from heaven but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

‘Good’ he smiled ‘how about you?’ he asked then his gaze turning more serious.

‘Really good, thank you’ she told him.

Dinner continued after that, every one talking happily. Alex, Maria, Liz and Isabel shared stories of growing up in Roswell while Max shared stories about growing up with Michael, minus angel powers of course.

‘Why don’t we have dessert in the lounge room’ Isabel suggested then. She was getting nervous about making the announcement. She knew her friends would be happy for them but she felt a little funny about announcing it in front of Max.

‘Sounds wonderful’ everyone agreed.

‘I’ll help you, Iz’ Maria told her.

In the end Max and Liz found themselves alone in the lounge room ‘hmm that’s strange I wonder where everyone went’ Max smiled.

‘it smells like a set up’ Liz groaned embarrassed falling down next to him on the couch.

Before Max knew what he was doing he leaned in and kissed her lips gently ‘I’ve been wanting to do that all night’ he told her.

‘Yeah?’ she asked.

‘Yeah’ he replied.

‘Good’ she told him before leaning in for another kiss. Their lips were millimetres from each other when they heard Maria and Isabel’s voices drifting closer and quickly pulled back.

‘So anyway I thought I was going totally crazy, but I knew I’d shut the door’ she was telling Isabel.

Max smiled slightly when he heard Maria, it was evident that Michael had been up to his usual tricks, teasing his charge. Max wasn’t stupid though, he knew how serious Michael took his job looking over Maria and that deep down he had gotten just as attached as Max himself had to Liz. Most people their age were never given young charges from birth but Gabriel had always said that Max and Michael were different. Max had never really thought too much about why though he was just glad that he got to watch over his Liz.

Isabel looked over the scene in the lounge room suspiciously. Liz looked somewhat flushed and Max wasn’t looking too much better.

‘Where’s Alex?’ she asked them.

‘Not sure he never followed us in’ Liz explained.

‘I’m right here’ Alex told her jogging down the stairs. He held a camera in his hand ‘thought we could get some pictures’ he suggested.

‘Sounds good’ Isabel agreed.

They sat and enjoyed coffee and tea with their chocolate pudding and ice cream quietly. Liz busied herself clearing away the dishes trying to find a way to distract herself from Max’s gaze she could still taste him on her lips and feel his hands on her face when he gently cradled it.

Alex clearing his throat brought Liz out of her day dream.

‘So Isabel and I had something we wanted to announce’ he said with a secret smile.

Liz placed the dished back down on the coffee table before taking her seat back on the lounge next to Max.

‘Oh goodie I knew there was something going on’ Maria grinned.

‘You did not’ Alex argued.

‘I did so’ she bantered back.

Max and Liz laughed lightly at the happy banter between the two.

‘Izzy do you want to tell them?’ Alex asked.

‘Sure’ she smiled.

Maria and Liz waited anxiously and Liz began to worry she was so caught up that she didn’t realise that she was sending out her worry vibes and that Max had taken her hand in a comforting gesture, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by either Isabel or Alex.

‘Alex and I are going to have a baby’ she smiled.

‘WHAT!’ Maria and Liz shrieked together.

‘I’m pregnant’ she confirmed.

Maria’s squeal was ear-piercing as she jumped up to hug Isabel first then Alex. Liz sat on the lounge with eyes full of tears waiting for Maria to have her turn before it was her own.

‘Liz?’ Alex asked. He was a little concerned by her reaction.

Liz got off the couch slowly letting Max’s hand go only at the last minute. ‘Congratulations guys’ she cried ‘I’m so happy for you’ she told them pulling them both to her for a huge hug.

‘Thank you’ Isabel whispered.

‘Why are you thanking me?’ she asked.

‘Because it means the world to us that you and Maria are so happy, god Alex and I love you guys so much’ she said tearily.

‘We love you to’ Liz said for both her and Maria.

A couple of hours later Liz was ready to leave but she could tell that Maria was heavily involved in her shopping discussion with Isabel. They were already making lists and plans for where and when they would go to get all the stuff that they would need to decorate the nursery and for the babies arrival.

Max was sitting on the couch talking quietly with Alex. She loved how he got along so well with her friends and was also a little relieved that Maria had something else to distract her from pinning him with twenty questions.

Liz took a seat next to Max and Alex watched in amazement as she practically cuddled into his side. He had never seen Liz act that way around any man, including Sean at any time during their relationship.

‘You tired?’ Alex asked.

‘Yeah a little’ she smiled regretfully.

‘Do you want me to take you home?’ he offered.

‘You wouldn’t mind?’ she asked ‘it’s just that Maria is so engrossed with Isabel I hate to interrupt her’

Max shook his head ‘No it’s not a problem I should get going anyhow’ he replied.

Five minutes later Max, Liz, Alex and Isabel stood at the door saying their good byes. Maria hadn’t been surprised in the turn of events in fact she felt as though she had practically orchestrated it to tell you the truth.

‘Thank you so much for dinner’ Max said ‘it was wonderful’

‘No problem’ Isabel smiled.

‘Yeah thank you for helping me out this morning’ Alex said.

‘Not a problem’ he replied.

‘Night Lizzie’ Alex said moving forward to give her a hug.

‘Night’ Isabel hugged her next.

‘Talk to you tomorrow’ she said.

‘Yes, and congratulation guys’ she said again.

‘Yes you two will make great parents’ Max added

‘Thank you’ Isabel smiled.

Max led Liz to his truck which was parked out the front and helped her in. They drove from Alex’s to her house in silence neither needing to break the quiet that had descended upon them. When they pulled up out the front Max rushed around to help Liz out and then proceeded to walk her to the door.

Liz unlocked the door slowly. ‘Thank you’ she smiled ‘you seem to be always coming to my rescue’ she laughed.

She looked up and met his eyes then, eyes that mirrored her own she thought. ‘Your welcome’ he whispered.

Max’s head lowered as slowly as Liz’s leaned up. The first brush of their lips was tentative but that didn’t last long before their mouths were caressing each other passionately and tongues were duelling for dominance. They were both gasping for air when the kiss ended.

‘Come in?’ Liz whispered.

Max’s eyes searched Liz’s, he was looking for a sign that this wasn’t what she wanted or that she was doing this for the wrong reason but he found nothing but desire and what he could only hope was love shinning back at him.

He nodded and without another word his mouth came down on hers again as they walked backwards into the house, Max using his leg to close the door behind them.
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Part 14

The embrace he had her in sent warm fingers of delight down her spine. She turned her face up to his, and saw a smile lighting up the handsome features.

Butterflies traipsed around in her stomach, the way he was looking at her. Liz felt the spell of his amber eyes weave its magical web about her, making her incredibly sensitive. It was almost like his eyes made love to her body.

His gaze alone completely set her nerve ends ablaze. No man had ever made her feel this way. Even when he wasn't touching her, Liz tingled all over, the intense amber of his eyes boring into her very soul.

She could feel his hands on her back, stroking gently, the shivers it sparked reaching all the way down to her toes.

"You're shaking. Are you cold?"

"It's not the chill that's making me shiver."

"Then what?" he asked with a sly smile, bringing her closer."

"You."

"Well we can't have you being cold, can we now?" he grinned, brushing his lips across her eyes, then down to her nose, kissing the tiny freckles. He made a path of kisses along her cheeks, and jawline. Liz felt warmth pour into her as he nibbled gently on her chin, oh so close to her mouth.

"Max."

He continued to touch her face, until finally ending the torture, took her mouth in a sultry kiss.

She sighed a little, just enough for him slip his tongue inside. He ran it over her bottom lip, tasting her breath of pure honey. Teasing all over with only lips, Max pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, making her tremble.

"Better?" he asked after pulling away, leaving a dazed, breathless Liz.

"Um could you do that again? I'm not quite sure."

He laughed, fingers on her smooth skin.

"I'll do anything you want me to."

A rosy blush crept onto her face, the colour very becoming. Max smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Anything."

A small giggle threatened to escape, and burying herself in his chest, she grinned.

******

Maria hopped into bed, thinking back on the night's events.

She couldn't be any more excited with the news of Isabel's pregnancy, already anticipating the arrival of the sweet baby.

Then there was Max and Liz.

He really had changed her, turned her into a different person. Maria remembered the glow her best friend's eyes held whenever she looked at Max. Liz really had undergone a transformation, all thanks to the man with amber eyes.

A wistful smile dawned on her face and for an instant wished that she too could have someone to love.

From the corner of the bedroom stood Michael, watching the blonde. She really was beautiful, in a pink robe. It was getting harder and harder for him to keep his distance. The more time went by, the more he became attached to her; because he already knew that Maria would always belong in his heart.

******

Liz walked into the warmly lit room and watched as he tossed logs into the hearth. She smiled at having him once again in her home. Why did she always get the feeling that he belonged? Max felt so right here, with her.

Over the days that she hadn't seen him, Liz missed him terribly, surprised at her own feelings, feelings that'd formed so quickly after only knowing him for such a short time. Liz wasn't the kind of woman to fall so fast and so hard for a man she barely knew, but with Max everything was different. Everything.

Nervous anticipation crawled along her skin. Earlier when they'd kissed she'd felt the same fire that was now slowly consuming her. Standing here watching him, her body ached to feel his strong hands on her.

He heard as she came into the room, her soft steps echoing in his heart. Max finished with the fire and stood up, turning around to face her. She'd changed from the blue dress into a black top and shorts that showcased her wonderful legs. Even in simple clothes, she was breathtaking.

And now they were all alone. He walked to her, a smile curving his sexy lips.

Liz felt her entire body respond to him and she fought an impulse to squeal with delight for what she knew was to come.

"Sit with me." He took her hand and led the way to the dark red recliner. Max sat down, bringing her down with him. She fit on his lap wonderfully, in his arms like she'd been made to be held by him. Liz snuggled into him, sighing contentedly.

He smiled at the way she molded to his body, her pretty head lying perfectly in the crook of his arm.

"You take my breath away," he whispered to her lips.

Max ran his fingers sweetly down her cheek. Closing her eyes, enjoying his hands on her face, Liz reveled in his touch.

At first she'd been scared, afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to be with her, but feeling him feel her, all doubt and fear were erased.

"Look at me," he said, voice husky. She did as he asked, and the look on his face completely mesmerised her. Never had Liz seen such a tender expression, words could not explain.

He took in her delectable scent; of flowers and strawberries. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, he kissed her softly.

"Max. . . "

He raised his head to see her face. The dark brown eyes half closed, her mouth slightly open. Threading his fingers through her hair, Max placed kisses along her collarbone, all along the ivory skin of her throat.

With his fingers massaging her like they were, Liz discovered nerves that she didn't even know existed in her.

His lips nibbled at her throat, and Liz felt like she was going to die from the pleasure.

Stopping the exploration of her neck, Max used his knuckle to tilt her chin towards him. He kissed it briefly and then placed his forehead to hers.

She opened her eyes and looked into his. What she saw there was beyond her wildest imagination. Even in her dreams she didn't see what she did now; a pure passion driven by what could only be love.

"I want you so bad. . ."

Liz giggled at his words, her girly heart singing joyfully. He wanted her as much as she did him.

She reached up and touched his lips with the tips of her fingers.

"Show me."

Making a low sound, he covered her face with brushes that made her blood race, kisses that made the flame in her burn brighter.

Taking her hand, he kissed across her knuckles.

"How's this for a start?" He held her hand against his mouth as he spoke, his breath sending electrifying shivers into her. He started to kiss her finger, slowly, watching her face as he did.

How could there be so much pleasure she thought, from such small touches? He closed his eyes and kissed the center of her hand.

Liz hadn't thought her hand could be an erogenous zone.

Boy was she wrong.

His lips were warm to her skin, tongue carefully making lazy circles on her palm. Guiding her finger, Max used it to run it along the edges of his mouth. He licked and nibbled each and every one. His tongue was driving her crazy as he licked her thumb, biting gently on it.

Still watching her face, he kissed her wrist, the tiny blue veins delicately pounding.

With her free hand, Liz touched the side of his face, inching closer to him. Barely kissing him on the corner of his mouth, she released a breathy moan. He was so amazing.

"I think you're beautiful," she whispered on a catchy breath.

Max heard the heartfelt words and took her face in his hands.

"And you're a miracle. My miracle." He kissed her then: a true lover's kiss.

Breaths mingling, tongues and mouths engaging in a sensual melody, Liz felt her entire world shift 360 degrees. With just one kiss.

He sucked gingerly on her bottom lip and Liz moaned in pleasure.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a magnificent kisser?" she asked when he pulled away.

"Not today."

He resumed kissing her, holding her petite body tightly. Max skimmed the roof of her mouth, tasting her. Their tongues rubbed together, and the way it caressed hers, made Liz weak with desire.

She broke free to look at him; amber eyes stared back at her full of love and adoration, her own heart bursting with the immensity of the feelings that she had for him.

In a swift, graceful motion he picked her up, craddling her in his arms. Liz gave a small gasp of surprise.

"Max," she breathlessly said through a smile. He was carrying her. No one had ever carried her. "I'm too heavy."

"You're a feather that tickles my heart."

He bowed his head and kissed her soundly. If she died right now, Liz knew that she wouldn't have lived in vain. Here in Max's arms she felt in heaven. Nothing could be more perfect.

Arms around his neck and face snuggled into his hard chest, Liz let herself be carried to the bedroom.

Placing her gently on the mattress, Max hovered above her, a little hesitant. She noticed the concern lining his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I've never wanted a woman more, but I don't want to hurt you."

"You could never hurt me," she smiled, touching his lips. "I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to break."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Max slid his hand down her bare leg, while he kissed her neck. Liz's small hands, tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He inched his hand up her skin as she moaned louder in his ear.

Positioning himself beside her, he encircled her waist with his free arm. The other rested on her thigh and she took it, moving it slowly so it could fit in between her legs. He looked at her making sure that this was what she wanted. When all she could do was sigh in pleasure, Max moved his hand to the edge of her shorts.

She moved so that his hand was fully touching her middle. Through the thin barrier, he felt her become wetter with every motion of his hand.

"Liz. . ."

She responded by meeting their lips, kissing him deeply, seeking entrance to his mouth. In return, he slid his fingers beneath the fabric and began massaging her softly.

A strangled sound escaped her lips, and Max continued his tender strokes. Trailing a wet tongue down her neck, he assaulted her with searing kisses. Leaning her head back, she let out another moan, chanting his name hoarsely.

Deft fingers slipped into her, and the intense heat that enveloped her was almost too much to bear. She pushed against him, quickening the pace. Welcoming every stroke, Liz hung onto his shoulders, flames licking at her. Not even in her wildest fantasies did she imagine it would feel like this. The walls of her core trembled with every movement of his fingers, fanning the heat inside.

Wiggling to the rhythm they'd started, Liz on the brink of exploding, urged him forward. Right as she was about to burst with the sensations coursing in her, he pulled out, leaving her hungry for more.

He held her tighter, as she shivered in his arms.

"Max. . ."

"Shh. Hold still princess," he whispered. "Let me love you."

Love you. . .

Sitting up, to look over her, his heart caught in his throat at the woman that lay beneath him.

She was the most amazing creature he'd ever seen.

"God, you're so incredible."

Hands joined in a dance of light and tender touches. He smoothed her cheeks with the back of his hands, while she explored the nape of his neck with her fingers, grasping the tiny hairs.

He captured her mouth and she opened it for him, to slip his tongue inside. He touched her all over, making her dizzy with want.

"Please. . . " She swallowed moans of pleasure.

Max's fingers flew up to his shirt, but her hands stopped him before he could go on.

"No, let me." The sensual way the words echoed, caused his bulge to harden.

Quickly she undid buttons. He tossed the shirt out of the way carelessly, urgent to get back to her.

He marveled as she roamed his chest with her hands, then kissing his neck, earlobes, pausing to take them into her mouth. Hands trailing down his chest, she started to unzip his pants. He helped her and finally pulled them down, landing in a heap on the floor.

He pulled her flush body up to meet his. Holding her to him, hand on the small of her back, he traced a path with his tongue to the spot where her breasts dipped. Tugging at her shirt, she held her arms up and Max lifted it above her head. With one hand he undid the clasp of the lacy white bra, sucking in a breath at the lovely sight.

He couldn't get enough of Liz Parker. A well of pent-up yearning, blended with the overwhelming desire to protect the woman-angel that lay beneath, took a hold of Max, prompting him to kiss her with a rare passion only found once in a lifetime.

His mouth closed down on one bare perfect breast. The instant she felt his tongue laving her, Liz cried out in pleasure. He sucked and nibbled until she could only chant his name. Max moved on to the other, assaulting it with the same fervor of before.

Her body was on fire. Need possessed her and she shook with the intensity of it.

Splaying his hands over her abdomen tenderly, he kissed it softly, bringing tears to Liz's eyes, amidst the passion she was experiencing.

His mouth continued its journey down her body, until he reached the wet, silky darkness of her femininity. She could feel his hot breath through the fabric of her shorts. With his teeth he peeled the garment, sliding it down her legs.

After panties had been disposed of, he slowly lowered his mouth to the sweet, sensitive flesh. Arching her spine, throwing her head back, Liz groaned, gripping the bed with the force of the fiercely hot lightning shooting inside her. His teeth teased, lips kneading that satiny place. Instinctively she pushed forward, craving for more of his fiery touch.

Her squirming only intensified as he took more of her. Deep inside him smoldering heat burned with the ecstasy he was giving her. He played and nibbled until he didn't think he could take it.

He stood, looking down at her. She lay there too spent to do anything but watch as he lowered his briefs. Her eyes widened as his tight arousal became exposed.

Then he returned to the bed. Looking up at him, Liz saw the purity of his soul reflected in his eyes. She couldn't believe the way he was holding her, like she was the most precious thing in the world. In him she found everything that she needed. All that her dreams were made of. And more.

Once she gave herself to him, there would be no turning back. She wouldn't be able to run back to the cocoon she'd created. She didn't want to. Nothing would ever be the same again.

This was a life-changing risk, one in which she would forever be changed. And not for one minute did she doubt in fully giving him all that she had, all that she was. Thinking of all the emotions he awakened in her, given life to what she'd thought had been her frozen lonely body, Liz had never been more sure of anything in her life; she needed this man. Needed him so much she could hardly breathe.

"I need you," she said hoarsely. "Please."

With one last soul bursting look, he smiled down at her, and ever so slowly entered her. So exquistely passionately, filling her to the point of completion. But she needed more.

And together they started a fire that would burn for all time.

She held onto him as he moved inside her, digging her nails into his arms. Crying out in pleasure, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself up higher to meet him.

Pushing deeper he placed his hands on her hips, meeting each powerful thrust, soaring higher and higher into a world in which only they existed.

She screamed his name in delight as he surged once more, pulling in and out, making her frantic.

"Max, please. . . I need. . . more. . ." She could barely speak. He then met her mouth in a glorifying kiss, the passion pushing her to the edge until she thought she'd explode with the flames. Tongues danced each time he would take them both higher and higher, increasing the rhythm, reaching the pinnacle of eternity. But just when Liz thought there could be nothing more pleasurable than what she already felt, he thrust deeper into her velvety core, her walls shaking around him.

Gripping her behind, he pushed on, his body tensing as she continued to moan his name. He ached for release, but kept on kissing Liz, touching her, offering her his love and very soul.

Then neither of them could take it anymore. With a final powerful thrust, they toppled precariously on the very edge of the world, holding onto the other, never to let go. He looked into her eyes as the universe exploded and they tumbled together into bliss. No words were required for the eyes said all that was needed, love shining brightly in both the brown and amber. He collapsed on top of her, bodies wet and slick.

His breath still ragged, he pulled her closer. He felt complete in every sense of the word. Kissing her tenderly, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, keeping her safe, near his heart. Her hair lay in a glorious mess on his chest, the moonlight lending it spectacular highlights. Lovingly he stroked it, the dark locks silken to the touch.

"You amaze me." Max pulled up the blankets, covering them both.

She looked up at him, tears sparkling in her eyes.

Twenty six years old, and she finally knew how true love felt.
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Part 15

Max felt the blackness shift and the light grow brighter as it approached him.

“Hello is someone there?” he called out.

“Hello my son” the voice returned.

“Gabrielle?” Max asked.

The light grew brighter again and the man that Max had known all his life, who had guided him through his years as a guardian angel appeared. He was dressed in the white gown that they wore whilst in heaven and Max could have sworn he had an angelic glow surrounding him.

“Yes it’s me, Max,” he answered.

“What are you doing here?” Max asked he knew that he wasn’t awake that in reality he was still at Liz’s house in Liz’s bed cuddled up next to her.

Gabrielle had never appeared to him like this before but Max had heard from others that it was one of the unique gifts that God had blessed him with so that he would be able to keep track and offer guidance to his guardian angels in training.

Gabrielle sighed he knew his timing was not the best and that what he had to say would trouble the young man, but he was running out of time. He had allowed him more leeway than any other guardian angel in the past but even now Max was stretching the friendship. Time had run out.

“It’s time to return, Max,” he informed him.

Max gulped “Return?”

“Yes it’s clear that you have completed the task you came to complete, it’s time for you to come back,” he explained.

Max shook his head “No, I can’t leave her now” he informed him.

Gabrielle sighed “Maxwell this was never part of the deal, I’ve been watching you with her and you have broken the rules”

“I know” Max said “but I love her” he whispered.

“I know you do, but does she love you?” he asked.

Max looked up at the angel in front of him “I’m not sure” he told him truthfully. In his heart he hoped that Liz felt even a small amount of love for him that he felt for her, he knew she had feelings for him he had felt it during all the times she had been with him but she had never told him that she loved him.

“Max, you and Michael are special to me, to heaven” Gabrielle said then.

“What do you mean?” Max asked confused.

“Max didn’t you ever notice that there were no other children in Angel Haven whilst you and Michael were growing up?” he asked.

Max thought back and realised that Gabrielle was right. Michael had been his only friend and most of the people that they had gone to Guardian school with had been older.

“I guess,” he said.

“You see Max most of the other Guardian angels have lived before” he said.

“You mean they died?”

“Yes, they’re time was up here on Earth but because of something they may have done during their life they were chosen to become guardian angels” he explained.

“Do they remember their life?” Max asked. He thought hard and he knew that he couldn’t remember anything other than Liz and Michael and being in Angel Haven.

“Yes to some extent. Some more than others, we find that those who don’t make better angels because they aren’t attached to their old lives” he told him.

Max studied his mentor for a few minutes before asking the next question “Did I live before?” he asked.

Gabrielle smiled, Max was a smart boy and always had been “No” he answered.

“Why?” he asked.

“You and Michael are special Max because you were born in heaven,” he explained.

“How?” it even sounded ridiculous to Max.

“Your mothers were very pregnant with you when they died, we’re not sure how it happened but they were still pregnant when they crossed over to heaven” he said.

“But that’s impossible” Max argued.

Gabrielle nodded “One of life’s little miracles” he smiled.

“I don’t want to go back,” Max told him then.

Gabrielle had expected it, he had planned for it but there were rules that needed to be followed and he wasn’t sure whether Max was willing to do that.

“I know,” he answered.

“Can I stay?” he asked.

“There is a way” he nodded reluctantly. He did not wish to loose Max and he knew if he lost Max that eventually he would loose Michael as well but he saw the way Max was with his charge. He loved her with everything he was and deep down he knew that she loved him just as much.

“Tell Me,” he demanded.

“It comes at a price,” he informed him.

“Liz is worth it” Max informed him.

“Love” Gabrielle answered.

“Pardon?”

“Love is the only way you can stay,” he said.

Max opened his mouth to demand Gabrielle stop being so evasive but he started speaking before he could.

“You have one more week and by the end of that week if Liz hasn’t declared her love for you and meant it with all her heart you must return to Heaven. Also, if you return you will have no memory of your time with Liz, nor will she have her memory of her time with you” he explained.

Max thought about what he said. He knew Liz felt something for him he felt it to his very soul but he wasn’t so sure she was ready to admit it to herself let alone to him.

“But a week is Christmas” he objected.

Gabrielle nodded “If you agree you have to midnight Christmas Day, if you don’t you must return to heaven with me now. You and Liz will both retain your memories but you wont be able to reveal yourself to her again”

Max thought over what he had been told. He could stay and spend another week with Liz and pray that during that time she could love him and risk loosing his memory of the precious time they had spent together, or return now with the memory of one blissful night knowing he could never have her again.

“I’ll take the week,” he whispered hoarsely. It wasn’t even a choice he would never trade a moment with Liz and if she didn’t love him he knew it would be better not to remember.

“Are you sure?” Gabrielle asked.

“Yes. I’ll take a week and make it forever if I have too, and if not then I wont remember what I’ve lost” he said.

“Ok then I’ll see you next week at the pond near the ice skating rink” he told him.

Max nodded and then Gabrielle was gone leaving Max in darkness again.

He was pulled slowly from his dream but the reality of what happened weighed heavily on his heart. He looked down at the goddess in his arms who was still sleeping peacefully completely unaware of what had happened and smiled.

“I love you, Liz,” he whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on her temple.

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Part 16

Stirring lightly in her sleep, she opened her eyes, feeling the first rays of morning light. A wonderful sensation passed over her then, as strong arms wrapped around her. She turned to face him. His amber eyes shone with a certain kind of glow that made her feel like a most treasured woman.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Hi," she said a little shyly. Last night's images flitted through her mind, and deep color crept into her face.

"You're blushing."

Max's smile widened at her nervousness. Each time it happened, it would catch him off gaurd--her innonence was truly captivating. Everything about this woman was. From the way she would fidget with her hands when she was anxious, to how she said his name during lovemaking, she was the most lovely and marvelous thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

Liz smiled up at him, touching his nose. Maybe it was just her imagination but she could've sworn she heard him talking sometime in the night. Brushing those thoughts aside, she took in his bed-rumpled hair, and amazing naked chest.

Max Evans sure was a sight. The man was perfection at its best, and he was in her bed, with an afterglow that absolutely undid her.

"Did you sleep well?"

"With you by my side I always will."

Liz's heart did a tiny flip. Why did he always know to say the things that made her feel most loved? The emotion in his eyes, the sincerity with which they glittered made her breath get caught in her throat. It was too real, so pure and just . . . beyond any explanation. She bit her bottom lip uneasily, unsure as to how to talk to this man, who'd turned her world topsy-turvy.

"Good," she stated, her tone more aloof than she'd expected. What was wrong with her? Last night had been extraordinary, and Max had shown her heaven, but now with the clarity of the daylight her head was reeling with the enormity of what she was now in.

Max either didn't notice or chose not to because he placed a tender kiss on her lips, causing the already mixed up emotions in her to become even more of a whirlwind storm.

She couldn't help but give into his touch. It was a slow, sexy kiss that made her stretch like a feline, the movement utterly feminine.

Winding her arms around his neck, Liz pulled him down further, pressing him against her chest. A feeling unlike any other spread itself through her, so strong that it seemed to tug at her heart. Unaware of the tears streaming down her face, Max most tenderly kissed them away, tasting their saltiness.

"Princess what's wrong?"

Liz pulled away and looked at him. Waves of pure emotion washed over her, and not having ever experienced anything like it before, the rare reality of it frightened her, bringing more tears. The way he was looking at her, with concern and love simply . . .

"I-I'm just glad you're here with me," she replied through a small teary voice.

"Me too."

He kissed the crown of her head, gently bringing it to rest beneath his chin. Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled her sweet fragrance, wanting to keep it eternally present. Heaven didn't smell as good as Elizabeth Parker.

Liz moved a bit, snuggling deeper into him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. Max felt the tears wet and soft. This sudden burst of emotion left him somewhat surprised. What had happened to make her cry so? Maybe he should back off a little . . .

He could sense an uptightness in the way she breathed, as if she were afraid. He hugged her closer, stroking her bare back tenderly, hoping she would relax.

She felt her emotions gain a firmer grip of her as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, making her more vulnerable. She had never been the emotional type, but recently, since Max had made an appearance in her life, she'd been wearing her heart on her sleeve more than ever before.

And that frightened her.

What if something went wrong? What if all of this was just a beautiful dream she would soon wake up from? What if he . . .

Her heart told her that this was beautiful and good. The feeling of being held in this amazing man's strong embrace; so warm and comforting, like nothing could ever harm her.

But the fear in her head was like a nagging, constant alarm clock waiting to go off.

It made her dreadfully insecure and unsure. She felt like fighting against it, tearing it into shreds, chasing it out of her body until all that was left was surety and joy. But the devils of her nature wouldn't leave her be. She felt utterly wretched for feeling like such a failure. Why was it that she couldn't accept all that her heart was telling her was right?

******

He walked up the steps that lead to the front door. A cheery holiday wreath greeted him as he unlocked and opened it. Dropping his coat off in the small closet, Max made his way to the den.

"About time you got here," Michael's voice floated through the air. "I was just about to send a search party," he continued in his usual joking manner.

Max smiled slightly and sat down in the large couch next to him.

Michael looked over at Max. Something was bothering him. He'd known him for too long, and knew that the look written across his face was one of unease. Although not exactly sure of what it could be that was making him restless, Michael suspected it had something to do with Liz.

"What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing's wrong. Why would something be wrong?" Max knew Michael was on to him. They knew each other too well.

"Of course there's something wrong Maxwell. Now tell me what . . ."

"Gabrielle came to me last night," he replied abruptly.

"What did he say?" Michael asked, fully knowing what the answer was.

Max paused for a moment and then looked over at Michael. "I have to go back . . . on Christmas."

Michael knew this one was coming. His friend had become too attached to Liz and now the consequences were here. "What else did he say?"

Briefly closing his eyes, Max ran a hand over his jaw. "The only way I can stay is if Liz confesses to loving me. But not just words Michael, she has to truly mean it, but I guess you already knew that."

"Yeah," he replied quietly. “I saw Gabrielle too.” A heavy hush descended upon the room then, the two angels lost in their own thoughts. Before coming to earth Michael had always been the one that lightened up the mood, injecting his energetic humour into things, but now he really didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to say. Nothing he could do.

"I know how much she means to you . . ."

"It’s not just that. I love her. I never thought I’d love someone as much as I love her. And now that I do, she’s going to be taken away from me," he said, choking a little on his own words.

"Maxwell, you knew the rules. You know it’s forbidden to fall in love with any human charges."

"Whoever made The Rules didn’t think of Elizabeth Parker," he said fiercely. Max turned so that he was fully facing the other angel. In a much softer tone he said, "I love her Michael. More than I ever imagined. And I will do anything for her. She’s my heart."

The way that Max’s entire face softened and the way his eyes glowed, was enough for Michael to know that his friend was more than just in love with Liz. It pained him to think that if she didn’t profess her love to him, Max would go back, never to remember the great love that he’d once known.

And Liz wouldn’t be able to survive another shattered heart. If she didn’t remember Max, then maybe it was for the best. Michael thought of the glass angel Maria had bought, and in a strange way, it brought him some sort of comfort, knowing that at least Liz would have that to resemble Max, even if she didn’t know it.

In the back of his mind, Michael remembered what Gabriel had told him the night before.

"He knew."

"Who? What are you talking about?" Max questioned.

"Gabrielle. He knew all along that you were to fall in love with Liz."

Max’s eyes widened. "What? How . . .?"

"When he came last night, him and I talked. Max he knew from the very beginning that you would love her. That’s one of the reasons why he sent you to her. So he knew how you felt, and he sent you to her not only to help her, but also for you."

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe it. "I don’t understand."

"It’s not made for understanding. It’s just one of those things that happen. Only the higher powers know why they do what they do,” he replied simply. We’re mere angels in their wake."

******

Liz sat at her desk, staring into the screen, at the blank page that should be her story. She was spending the afternoon working on the article that Cecilia needed. But unlike before, when writing came to her so naturally, Liz was having a hard time just thinking about what to do.

The reason: Max Evans.

He’d left earlier, after he’d made her that breakfast he’d promised her. They’d talked, mainly about her and what her plans were for Christmas. She’d told him that she planned to spend it with Maria, Alex, and Isabel, a small intimate dinner with her closest friends. When she’d asked him what he was doing, he’d simply said that he was going to the Children’s Center, helping spread a little Christmas joy to those less fortunate.

She smiled at that thought and imagined he’d be great with children. His gentle nature and sweet touch was what those kids needed. And the more she thought of it, the more she was convinced that the man whom she’d spent last night with was one of those people who only came once in a lifetime. So extraordinary and wonderful.

But amidst that were her feelings of apprehension and unease. Because her heart had been shredded with the truth of the lie that she’d lived for the past two years, Liz was wary and overly cautious of anything that might bring her happiness. It was there, constantly in her, causing a deep gash in her being, and now more than ever she was finding out that it was making her put that dreaded distance between her and her loved ones.

And in the past few days, the only thing that lit the glimmer of hope was the man with the amber eyes. But yet he was also the one that had caused this whirlwind storm of dizzying emotions inside her.

A sudden noise sounded at her window, and startled Liz quickly went over to see what it was. Curious she propped it open and looked down to see what had made the crash. She gave a little gasp when she saw a small roll of parchment paper tied with a white ribbon. Liz looked around, but saw no one. Slowly she reached over and took it into her hands. Almost reverently, Liz untied the ribbon, and unrolled the parchment.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

Her hands slightly trembled as she read its message. What was happening? She felt her heart do another tiny flip, and right then an enveloping breeze surrounded her. She raised her face to the heavens, as if searching for an answer. She thought of Sean, and wondered if he was looking down upon her.

"Are you trying to tell me something? Are you up there?" she whispered hoarsely. "Please. I need to know."

A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away sadly. The sound of the doorbell interrupted her wandering mind. She set the paper down and hurried to answer it.


**The quote used is by La Rochefoucauld**
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Part 17
Christmas Eve

Liz and Max wandered slowly down the streets of New York hand in hand. They had seen each other on and off over the past week their relationship blossoming with every minute they shared together.

They came to a stop in front of a bench and Max sat down and tugged Liz down gently beside him bringing her closely against his body. If his hours with her on earth were numbered he wanted to savor them before the memories were gone.

“I love Christmas” he told her.

“Me too” she smiled, especially this year. She had finally finished her story for the column and had submitted it to her boss the day before. She knew it wasn’t her best work but it was inspired by one of the better things in her life at the moment. Max.

He was her Christmas Miracle, she wrote about how he had come into her life and restored her faith in Christmas and the world.

“Have you always?” he found himself asking.
“Yes, I didn’t think I wanted to celebrate Christmas this year but I changed my mind” she told him honestly.
“What changed your mind?” he asked curiously.
Liz smiled “You” she answered simply.
“Really?” he smiled back at her hopefully. He had tried his hardest not to push her over the past week about her feelings, he wanted her to tell him of her own will.
“Yes” she nodded “You were my Christmas miracle” she whispered. “When I thought my world would forever be dark and lonely you came into it and started a fire. You warmed me up Max Evans, the fire is now burning strongly again”
Max was speechless, her words were simple but to Max they held so much meaning. He had seen Liz at her darkest and lowest and he had seen her at her highest.

“I didn’t realise it at the time but even the day at the ice rink your presence did something to me” she admitted “I know it sounds ridiculous but your smile gave me hope”

Her smile turned playful then “I think you’ve put a force on me”

“I’m glad” he told her sincerely “I’m glad that I’ve had this chance to be in your life” he whispered his eyes tracing the curves of her face hoping to burn them so deeply into his memories that not even Gabrielle could take them away.

Liz turned to look at him then “I hope you don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon” she found herself joking, something about Max’s tone was sad and his words struck her as strange.

Max was silent, he reached out and entwined his fingers with hers instead of answering. Their silence was comfortable, it was the type that most couples could only hope to have after many years of marriage and they had achieved it in a matter of weeks. It was things like that which scared Liz about her relationship with Max. Were they having a relationship? She even found herself wondering.

“Are you still going to the children’s center tomorrow?” she asked changing the subject and taking her mind off her previous thoughts.

“Yeah” Max nodded “I’d like to see you though”

“Really?” Liz smiled happily.

“Yeah I have something for you” he told her.

“Same here” she said. It had taken her days to find the perfect gift for him but once she had seen it she had known it was perfect and couldn’t wait to give it to him.

“Why don’t you come over in the morning for brunch?” she suggested.
“I’d like that” he whispered before leaning in and giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. The kiss did not stop at one when Max pulled back Liz leaned in and captured his lips again. Her small hands clutched the lapels of Max’s jacket holding on to him as though she sensed he wouldn’t be here for much longer if she didn’t.

When they finally pulled apart Max rested his forehead against hers “Let’s go home” she whispered huskily. Max smiled at her words, home is what she was to him it wasn’t in heaven it was here on earth in the arms of the women in front of him.

***

The house was dark but warm when they entered, the fire that Max had started earlier was still burning strong. Liz took both of their jackets and hung them before returning to Max in the living room.

She melted easily into his strong arms as they stood in front of the fire but after a while it wasn’t enough so Liz pulled back slowly before raising on her tippy toes, her mouth was inches from Max “Liz” he whispered. He had to tell her before they went any further, he couldn’t make love to her tonight and leave her in the morning.

“Shh” she whispered and leaned the rest of the way to press her lips against Max’s.

My heart says we've got something real
Can I trust the way I feel
Cuz my heart's been through it before
Am I'm just seeing what I want to see
Or is it true
Could you really be


Max returned her kiss whole heartedly trying to reveal everything he felt with the caress of his tongue.

Their hands began trailing underneath the others clothing, pulling back Liz looked into Max’s eyes “Max” she whispered holding out her hand to his.

Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know
Before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
(Who warns) my ups and downs
So tell me now
Before I fall in love


Max only hesitated for a second before taking her hand and letting her lead him up the stairs and to her bedroom. They removed each others clothing slowly kissing every new piece of skin that was revealed.

And I'm at the point of no return
So afraid of getting burned
But I wanna take a chance
Oh please
Give me a reason to believe
Say you're the one that you'll always be
Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know
Before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
(Who warns) my ups and downs
So tell me now
Before I fall in love


“You sure?” Max asked her as he laid above her ready to enter her and join them together.

Liz smiled, she loved how caring and sensitive Max always was but this was hardly their first time together “Please” she whispered. She needed him so desperately right now something deep down in the recessed of her soul was calling out to him.

It's been so hard for me
To give my heart away
But I would give my everything
Just to hear you say...

Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know
Before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
(Who warns) my ups and downs
So tell me now
Before I fall in love


Max entered her slowly before pulling out and rocking against her gently. “Max” she moaned.

“Liz” he moaned in response.

Their bodies moves perfectly against each other like to lovers who had been this way a thousand times before. Max trailed kisses all over Liz’s face and neck before moving back to her mouth where he kissed her with all the passion his body was showing her.

Liz felt herself let go “Max” she cried out and Max quietly followed before collapsing on top of her before leaning to kiss her forehead lovingly.

“I love you” he whispered gently, the words slipped from his mouth so easily but when he felt Liz tense underneath him he knew he had said the wrong thing. But he couldn’t take it back, he meant it whole heartedly and even if she didn’t feel the same he knew he couldn’t leave without telling her.

He lowered his eyes to hers “Liz?” he whispered. He closed his eyes and prayed that when he opened them again he would see something that have him even a small amount of hope that she felt the same.

Liz felt the tears spring to her eyes at Max’s words and the pain she saw when she didn’t return them.

“I’m sorry” she whispered.

Max pulled out and off her body carefully rolling onto the side of the bed and closing his eyes again. He laid in silence trying to not to allow his heart to drown in the pain he felt. Coming there and being with her like this had been wrong and now he would leave her tomorrow but at least he knew she wouldn’t remember him just like he wouldn’t remember her, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all since he wouldn’t be able to remember the pain he felt because she didn’t love him back.

“Max?” she whispered leaning over and running a hand on his naked chest. He reached up and grabbed her hand gently moving it away from his naked skin and holding it in his hand.

“Don’t” he choked.

He sat up and pulled on his boxers followed quickly by his jeans “What are you doing?” Liz asked him.

“I should go” he whispers but it was the way he said it that struck Liz as strange.

“Go where?” she asked, the tears were falling down her cheeks now.
“Just go” he whispered.

“I thought we were going to go to midnight service together?” she asked he had yet to turn around and face her again. She knew immediately after that she had broken his heart.

“I-I cant right now” he whispered he was hanging on by a thread right now.

“Please don’t go” she whispered she was scared that if he left she would never see him again and the worst part was that she didn’t know how right she was. Max could feel he wouldn’t get a Christmas lunch, Gabrielle was coming and he was powerless to stop it.

Turning around he finally faced Liz and what he saw almost broke his heart, her face was wet from tears and the anguish in her eyes was shattering, she wanted to love him she just wasn’t there yet but unfortunately time wasn’t on their side.

“Ok” he whispered he couldn’t walk away from her if he had hours left then he would spend them in her arms and he would go knowing that he used his time to the fullest and that he loved her as much as he possible could.

Liz climbed towards him quickly until she was sitting in his lap their naked chests pressed together.

“Please don’t hate me” she whispered.

“I could never hate you” Max whispered.

“I’m just not ready” she admitted.

“I know” he smiled but it was bittersweet “and I just don’t have anymore time” he admitted.

Liz pulled back slowly and looked at him. “W-what?” she asked.

“Lets not worry about that tonight let’s just be Max and Liz” he told her lying down on the bed and pulling her next to him.
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Even angels feel the pangs of love.
(Vicariously, of course - their love is pure.)
Each finds a human love to serenade,
Leaving its perfection in the shade,
Yearning for the pain it must endure,
Near ecstasy with what it knows not of.
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Part 18

She had a lovely smile as she slept and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful. It broke his heart to know that he had only mere hours before...

But although his memories of her would never belong to him, he would for always treasure what precious time was left. Max gulped back the flow of tears that was threatening to spill.

Liz rolled over on one side, reaching out for him, but instead of coming in contact with bare skin, she found empty space. Quickly, she sat up; momentarily frightened that he wasn't beside her.

"Looking for me?"

She heard his beautiful voice float across the room, and it immediately brought a smile to her face. Turning around, Liz spotted him sitting in the large leather chair. He had on only boxers, his dark hair a glorious mess, and an enchanting smile grazing the full sexy lips. Her heart skipped a beat and for a second she forgot to breathe.

Giving him her best sexy smile, she crawled out of bed. His eyes followed her movements, and Liz could feel the intense amber make every single nerve ending in her body tingle. Gracefully, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling the soft, plush carpet beneath. Under his scrutiny, she felt somewhat self-conscious.

She should be past that point, but no matter how hard she tried, it was always the same: every time she looked at him, it was as if seeing him for the first time. He created those wonderful, frightening sensations throughout all her being. It scared her, the intensity of what she felt, but yet could not describe or even fully express.

"Do you know how hot you look without any clothes on?" he told her under a ragged breath. The way she was looking at him made him feel like all common sense was out the window and gone with the wind.

"Hmm, maybe you could show me?" She bit her lip playfully, giving him another look. Picking up his shirt from the floor, she put it on, buttoning it, leaving only a few buttons undone at the top, exposing the soft, ivory skin of her chest.

Walking closer to him, Liz leaned down, just enough to give him a nice view. Her simple touch sent electrifying shivers down his spine.

"Liz, I don't think—"

"Be quiet," she said placing a finger to his lips. "Let me."

Then she gave him a kiss, a butterfly's whisper, infused with unspoken love and passion. Max felt her settle into his lap, and wind her arms around his neck. She kissed along his jaw line, feeling the day's old stubble.

"Liz..."

She silenced him with a searing kiss, burying herself deeper into his arms.

"You smell so good," she said to his ear, licking it softly.

"You—you think?"

"No. I know so." Resuming her exploration of his ear with her tongue, Liz trailed kisses down his neck and then all over his throat. He made a low sound as she slipped her hands into his boxers. Liz brushed her fingers across his sex, earning a groan from Max.

She teased and played, until she felt herself shatter with the force of his orgasm. Spreading herself against him, Liz ground her pelvis to his middle, eliciting more moans from him. He held onto her by the waist, pushing against her, feeling all of Liz Parker, and wishing that this moment could never end.

They lay there satiated; her head nestled comfortably in the hollow of his neck, his strong arms wrapped around her protectively.

After a few minutes of silence, Liz spoke up. "I have your gift."

She disentangled herself from him, and rose to get the small present that lay on the dresser.

Liz returned with a half-smile. "I hope you like it," she told him, reclaiming her spot on his lap.

Max looked at her and returned the smile. "I'm sure I will." He proceeded to unwrap it, Liz watching him as he did. She really did hope he liked it. She'd seen it and had known it was exactly what she would give him.

The box fully unwrapped; Max opened it, revealing a white gold pendant and chain. Smiling he took it out if its resting place and opened it, finding a small picture of Liz inside. Again the tears threatened to come, but he contained them, although the emotion was becoming too much.

"It's beautiful," he said, voice thick with feeling. "I'll always treasure it. Thank you."

He smiled the saddest of smiles, and cupped her face lovingly. Liz leaned in to kiss him, and the way that he kissed her back, with such tenderness simply broke her heart. His lips lingered on hers longer than usual, and Max kissed her as if it were the last kiss he'd ever have. Liz felt the almost tangible hopelessness as he caressed her face with his mouth, that she felt like crying. Why did she feel like this would be the last time that she'd ever have with him?

Forcing himself to break free from her touch, Max took her hand and rubbed his fingers across her knuckles. "I have your gift too." Picking her up, and setting her on the bed's edge, he told her, "Wait here."

A few minutes later he came back in, holding a gift, bound in red and gold wrapping.

"Did you wrap this?" she asked laughing. "It's beautiful."

"I did it all for you." At his words she looked right at his eyes and smiled.

"Why thank you Mr. Evans. I'm flattered."

He went over to the bed, kneeling in front of her. "Open it."

Liz took the gift, unwrapping it carefully, so as not to destroy the lovely red and gold paper. She gave a small gasp when she saw what was inside. It was a beautifully bound book in dark red velvet, with a silver ribbon in front, and the words A Dreamer Loves Forever in gold, cursive letters. She opened it to the first page, which held several quotes. One of them jumped out at her and she felt an odd zing as she stared down at the words.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul. - Johann Friedrich von Schiller

"Oh Max," she cried. "It's gorgeous."

"I remember you told me that you loved to write, and when I saw this, I knew you'd like it."

"Like it? I love it." She touched along the edges of the velvet cover, feeling its softness. It was such a thoughtful gift, and only Max would have thought of such a thing.

"Thank you."

Max could hear the tears in her voice and with one hand used his fingers to lift her chin towards him. He wiped away a small tear as it rolled down her cheek, landing on the pad of his thumb.

"Don't cry, Princess. I don't want to see those beautiful brown eyes filled with tears."

Liz smiled. "Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it."

"Don't you ever say that." He put his fingers to her lips, and Liz kissed them. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and the smartest, and sexiest."

"Then you mustn't have met many women," she laughed.

"I've met the one that matters most, and that's all that counts."

On instinct, Max hugged her tightly to him, holding her like he would never let her go. Burying his face in her hair, he let the tears fall. He had to tell her. He'd let this go on far enough. It was now or never. Releasing her, he took both her hands into his. He looked down at them and realised how small they were in his larger ones.

"Before I say anything, I want you to know that I love you."

"Max, I—"

"Shh, let me finish. Meeting you has been the best thing that ever happened to me. You're sunshine in my life, and your face is what gives me the strength to get up each morning." He linked their fingers together, and bringing one to his lips, kissed it softly.

"Max—" but he silenced her with a gentle kiss.

"You're a miracle to me Liz. Every time I look at you, I realise how much you mean to me. How much I love you." He gulped back more tears. "And how I can't keep going like this without telling you the truth."

Liz immediately tensed. "Tell me what?" her tone dangerously frightening.

She saw as he took a deep breath, and knew that whatever this man had to say next would forever change her world.

"Liz, I am an angel."

If he had confessed to being the Easter bunny himself, Liz would have believed him, but an angel...

Max saw her entire face change as he said those words, and knew that it was all over. She struggled to break free from his hands, but it seemed impossible. He was holding onto her for dear life.

When she did loosen herself from his grasp, Liz rose from the bed, and walked to the window, staring out into the snow-covered city.

"You're lying."

Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water, breaking the spell. How could he not have seen it? It was so obvious. Of course Liz didn't believe him. Why didn't he ever think that? She didn't believe him, and now he was never going to see her again. The pain was unbearable, and Max felt like he would die with the intensity of it. But that was better than knowing that the woman he loved more than anything didn't believe him.

Liz turned around and faced him, her face drained of all colour. "Why Max? I—I—"

He walked closer to her and reached out for her, but she took a step back. And what she said next shattered his heart. "Don't. I don't want you to touch me again. Ever."

His hand froze in mid-air. Liz stared at him with tearful eyes. How could he have done this to her? She thought he was different. Unlike anyone else, but she had been wrong. Again. He was like all the others. Like Sean. He'd lied to her. And for what? She tried to find her voice.

"I just want to know one thing. Why? I thought you were different. That maybe..." she stopped. "I let you into my life..."

Liz choked on her tears. "What was it? Prey on the vulnerable, defenseless woman? Seduce her, charm her, and let her tell you her innermost feelings? All for what? To get into my bed? Is that it Max? All you wanted was to sleep with me? Did you think I would be easy? That because I was hurting it'd be easier to get me into bed?" She gave a cynical laugh.

"I guess you were right."

"Liz—"

"Shut up. I'm not done. Did you actually believe I was going to believe you?" Her tears were coming full force now, her small frame trembling.

"An angel? You know you could have at least come up with another, more believable lie. I'm not that stupid. But I was stupid enough to believe you meant it when you said I love you," she added scornfully. "You're just like him," Liz spat, her voice strangled.

Liz turned around. She couldn't see him. She just couldn't. His eyes were filled with pain and heartbreak. It didn't make sense. But nothing ever did. She'd thought Sean loved her. But that had been the biggest lie. Just like Max's. They were the same. Max and Sean. Liars.

She felt so cold. So cold, like she would never be warm again.

Without another word, Liz walked past him, and into the bathroom. Max stared after her. It was all too much. A few hours ago, he was making love to her, but now he was empty. He had never imagined it would hurt this much. It was hell on earth. His own tears falling now, Max quickly dressed, then realised Liz still had his shirt.

As if on cue, she opened the door, wrapped tightly in a robe, his shirt in hand. Throwing it on the bed, Liz stood speechless, her eyes puffy with tears. All she wanted was for him to leave. She couldn't stand looking at him anymore.

Max took the shirt and put it on. He looked at her one last time. He wanted to say, I love you, but stopped himself. His heart was bursting with pain. Wordlessly, he started to leave the room. But before he reached the door, her words pierced his angel heart, which wasn't supposed to feel hurt.

"Angels don't exist."
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A/N: Hi guys I'm sorry about the long delay, blame it on me. I guess the writing so many stories at once finally got to me.

Lessie and i want to thank you all for the wonderful feedback, we really appreicate it. On with the next part (which is one of the last)


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Part 19
She was running late. She was due at Isabel and Alex’s for lunch almost half an hour ago, but she was only just driving there now. It had taken her hours to pull her sobbing body off the bed after Max had left that morning. She couldn’t believe that she had opened her heart and allowed someone to hurt her again. She had sworn to herself after Sean that she never would again, but she had thought he was different.

Maria was waiting on the doorstep for her when she showed up. She had been worried about her best friend, and rightfully so when she saw the look of utter devastation on Liz’s face.

“Lizzie?” she questioned, as Liz approached her with bags of presents.

“Merry Christmas,” Liz faked a smile.

“You’ve looked merrier before,” Maria commented.

Michael stood in the shadows watching with a frown. What was she doing here when Max’s hours were numbered?

Maria’s comment was all it took to break Liz’s resolve. The bag of presents dropped silently to the snow covered ground and Liz sunk to her knees after them.

It hurt. God it hurt so bad.

“Lizzie,” Maria cried in a panic and raced towards her best friend, sinking to her knees and taking her into her arms. She had never seen Liz like this before, not even when Sean had died.

Maria’s cry alerted Isabel and Alex that something was wrong, and they too came out from the house, and both stood shocked at the scene before them. There was nothing they could do though as they watched Maria rock a sobbing Liz, but stand there silently crying themselves.

***

Max walked aimlessly around the streets watching the children play with their new toys that Santa had delivered that morning. He was on his way to the pond, his moments on Earth limited, and his memories of Liz almost gone.

He wished with everything that he was that he could take back that morning, so he could take back the hurt and anger in her eyes, hurt and anger that he had put there.

“What are you doing?” a voice startled him from behind. He turned slowly and found Michael leaning against the doorframe of a shop.

“Hi Michael,” he tried to smile, but it was hopeless.

“What are you doing here?” Michael asked angrily.

“On my way to the pond,” he shrugged.

“Why are you giving up man? It’s not over yet,” he cried.

“Yeah it is Michael. She hates me,” he whispered defeated.

“No,” Michael shook his head. “She just doesn’t understand,” he told him. “And right now she’s absolutely broken, worse than she was before you came to her”

Max closed his eyes in pain. Everyone had warned him but he wouldn’t listen.

“She won’t remember soon,” he whispered.

“That’s not the point.” Michael cried. “You’re giving up, Maxwell. I never took you for a quitter,” he yelled.

“I’m not, but my time is up,” he cried back.

“No it’s not,” he told him. “You still have an hour and if you love her enough to give everything we are up, then you will spend every second of that hour fighting for her.”

Max felt the tears gather up in his eyes and he shook his head. “I can’t do that to her,” he told him.

“She doesn’t love me Michael and I won’t cause her anymore pain than I already have,” he whispered. He resumed walking then. “See you in heaven, brother,” he called back.

Michael sighed and watched him walk away until he disappeared around the corner. He disappeared then too.

***

Maria, Alex and Isabel had finally managed to get Liz inside and now she was much calmer, sitting on the couch, wrapped in Alex’s arms.

“What happened?” Maria asked her.

“He’s gone,” she told them

“Max?” Alex questioned and Liz silently nodded.

“Why?” Isabel asked. It was obvious to all of them that something heartbreaking had happened between the two. They had watched Liz’s happiness grow over the past two weeks and it could only be attributed to Max.

Liz reached up and wiped her eyes, shrugged her shoulders at Isabel.

“Didn’t have the guts to tell me the truth, so he made up some bullshit story about being an angel,” she told them, trying to play it off as if it was nothing.

Maria, Alex and Isabel exchanged worried looks.

It was obvious to all of them that Max adored Liz and they couldn’t understand why he would do something like that.

“Lets open gifts,” she suggested then, rising from the couch and going to get her bags of gifts. The others followed suit and soon they were all sitting around the tree passing out gifts to each other.

Maria held on to her gift for Liz, last.

“Here Liz,” she smiled. “I hope you like it,” she told her.

Liz took the beautiful box from her friend, untied the ribbon carefully and lifted the lid slowly. The figurine was wrapped in tissue paper and Liz slowly peeled the paper away, revealing the crystal statue.

“Oh Maria,” Isabel gasped when she saw the beautiful present in Liz’s hands.

Liz stared silently at the figurine with fresh tears brimming in her eyes. Her hand trailed the delicate features of the angel’s face and down the wings that spanned out widely.

When you know
That you know
Who you love
You can't deny it
Or go back
Or give up
Or pretend
That you don't buy it


“Liz?” Maria questioned. She still hadn’t said anything and Maria was beginning to think that she didn’t like the gift.

When it's clear this time
You've found the one
You never let him go
‘Cause you know
And you know
That you know


Liz studied the face of the angel, closing her eyes and reopening them, hoping that it was just her imagination; but the figurine didn’t change and every time she looked at the angelic face all she could see was deep amber eyes staring back at her. The resemblance to Max was remarkable.

His words replayed in her head over and over again.

“I’m an angel.” And she wondered how she hadn’t seen it before.

She knew him instinctively to the very depths of her soul and beyond, and she finally allowed the realisation of how much he meant to her pass through her, and accepted how much he truly loved her at the same time.

Oh how she loved him. So how was it possible that she couldn’t see what he was telling her all along?

When you feel
In your skin
In your bones
And the hollows
Of your heart
There's no way
You can wait
‘Till tomorrow


“Oh God what have I done?” she cried, finally looking up and meeting the eyes of her best friends who were all staring at her concerned.

“Liz?” they questioned.

“I love him,” she smiled tearily. “And now he’s gone and I’ll probably never get to tell him.”

“It’s not too late,” Maria assured her.

“I don’t even know where to start looking,” she cried.

When there isn't any
Doubt about it
Once you come this close
Cause you know
And you know
That you know


“Didn’t you say he was helping out at the Children’s Centre?” Maria asked.

Liz grinned at her best friend then. “Yes,” she cried jumping up from the floor.

“I’ll drive,” Maria offered.

“Good luck,” Isabel and Alex grinned

You can feel
Love's around you
Like the sky
‘Round the moon
This is how
Love has found you
Now you know
What to do


Liz could barely sit still as the Jetta raced towards the Children’s Centre. She just prayed that he would be there and would forgive her.

Liz jumped out of the Jetta before Maria even got the chance to put it into park out in front of the Centre.

She chased Liz up the stairs and into the Centre where they both searched for Max.

When you know
That you know
Who you need
You can't deny it
Or go back
Or give up
Or pretend
That you don't buy it


“I can’t see him!” Liz cried.

“He’s got to be here somewhere,” Maria assured her best friend.

“Lets ask someone,” she suggested

When it's clear this time
You've found the one
You never let him go
‘Cause you know
And you know
That you know

And it's time
You come in
From the cold

And you know
That you know


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Thank you all for waiting patiently and for the great feed. Philly was lovely and except for an enormous bruise on my face, thanks to a *minor* accident, I had a good time. Lol

Well this is it. Both Emma and I wrote this, and we would like to thank lurkers and those of you who left feed alike, that we appreciate the support, and thank you for sticking through this with us. There will be an epilogue to follow, in the next few days or so. Again thanks everyone. You all are the best.


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Part 20

Liz felt like her heart was going to explode with the anxiety of not finding him. Where was he? She had to find him and tell him. She had to. Her entire existence depended on it.

"We'll find him Liz," Maria said, hoping to ease her friend's rising frenzy. "Look, there's someone we can ask," she added as a kindly old woman walked by. Hanging on to Maria's arm, Liz started in her direction.

"Excuse me ma'am," Liz said trying to keep the frantic edge out of her voice. "I'm looking for Max Evans. He's a volunteer here."

"Oh yes. I know him. Nice young man he is," she replied smiling, her light blue eyes twinkling.

"Do you know where he is?" Maria put in when Liz looked like she wasn't able to speak.

"Don't you know? He didn't come in today. He called to say that he wasn't going to make it. Quite a disappointment because the kids were really looking forward to his visit. They absolutely adore him." The woman stared at both Liz and Maria and wondered why they seemed in such a hurry to find him. "I'm Fran by the way."

"I'm Maria and this is my friend Liz. It's nice to meet you, but I'm afraid we're in a rush. Thanks for your help." Then before Fran could say anything else, Maria and Liz walked briskly away, leaving behind a somewhat confused, but smiling Fran.

* * *

"Liz wait," Maria shouted as Liz ran out the door.

Breathless, with tears running down her face, Liz stopped, her body shaking. "Oh God, what have I done? He’s gone. I was so horrible to him and now he’s gone and I’m never going to get to tell him," she covered her face with her hands.

"Liz," Maria called again. "Lizzie." She closed the distance between them and took Liz in her arms.

"Lizzie, don't give up yet," she whispered, leading the way to a nearby bench. Liz continued crying endless tears while Maria hugged her tightly. They had to find Max. Liz looked like she was dying, and Maria was afraid of what could happen if they didn't find him. It was worse than she'd ever seen her and Maria felt that if Liz didn't see him and tell him how she truly felt, Liz would never recover.

"This is all my fault," Liz said through her sobs. "How could I not have seen it?" It all made perfect sense. Meeting him at the pond when she'd felt worst. Then at the coffee shop where he stopped her from falling. Sean's grave. Alex and Isabel's. She'd been blinded by her fears that she hadn't seen it. But she did now. And it was too late.

“He’s gone,” she whispered painfully.

“Not yet, but soon.”

"It's not late for anything," a voice from behind her said.

"Liz, who is that?" Maria asked as a tall man neared their bench. Something about him seemed familiar to Maria and Liz. Where had she seen him before?

"It's not too late Liz. But you have to believe. He hasn’t left yet and you still have the power to make him stay.”

"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Liz asked.

"Let's just say that I'm sent from above." Both Liz and Maria's eyes widened.

"Yes, Liz. I'm an angel. Max didn't lie. Max would never lie. Especially to you."

"But how is it possible? Angels don't exist."

"They do Liz," Michael said smiling. "You're seeing me aren't you?"

"Well yes but-" Liz's eyes narrowed then as she thought back to what the man said earlier.

“What do you mean he hasn’t left yet?” she said panicked.

Michael sighed. He knew Max wasn’t supposed to tell her the truth or the deal would be off but there was nothing stopping him. He had made no such deal.

“Max made a deal and he lost, so now he has to return,” Michael answered.

“What sort of deal and how did he lose?” she asked, her eyes going wide.

“We don’t have a lot of time. Let;s just say that Max loved you enough to give you up forever.”

“N-No,” she denied. “He’ll be back,” she said confidently, but the longer she looked at Michael the less confident she felt.

“Why would he do that?” she finally cried. “I need him.”

“Did you tell him that?” Michael asked. He could see it clearly, so he wondered how his best friend was so blind. Liz Parker loved Max as much as he loved her; it was clear as day.

“I-I,” Liz stuttered. “No,” she cried.

“You should,” Michael shrugged

“Where is he?” Maria demanded then.

Michael remained quiet and just smiled at the blond pixie.

“Please,” Liz begged.

“You know where he is if you really think about it,” he told her and then without another word he disappeared in the same way he arrived, with a flash of pure light.

It's the last night on earth
Before the great divide
My hands are shaking time was
Never on our side

There's no such thing
As a beautiful goodbye
As an ordinary day
I prayed for you a thousand times


Liz closed her eyes in pain when she realised Michael was really gone. She pictured Max in her mind and she thought about everything she felt for him, and soon his image appeared in her mind and she could see the signs of pain and sadness in his eyes, the same emotions that filled her own.

It's never enough
No matter how many times
I try to tell you this is love

If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I
I'm gonna love you until the day I die
And if tomorrow falls asleep
Can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like
It's the last night on earth
Like it's the last night on earth


When Liz opened her eyes a smile unlike anything Maria had seen from her friend all day emerged on her face.

“I know where he is,” she said.

A penny for your thoughts
A picture so it'll last
That cycle down the roads of immortality
Your fingers on my skin
Only you can hear my fear
Only you can help me heal
I see forever with you here


“Well let’s go get your man,” Maria said, rushing towards the Jetta, never once questioning how Liz knew.

It's never enough
No matter how many miles stand between us
This is love

If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I
I'm gonna love you until the day I die
And if tomorrow falls asleep
Can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like
It's the last night on earth
Like it's the last night on earth


In years to come Maria would tell a story about a woman who broke every road rule in the United States to reunite her best friend with her true love. She would tell her children and her grandchildren how the red Jetta flew to its destination as though something unearthly was guiding it safely to where it needed to be.

It's never enough, no
It's never enough
It's never enough

The afterglow
And the bright sunlight
The shadows fall
Will you still be mine?
Will you still be mine?
Will you still be mine?
I ask


The minute that Maria pulled the Jetta up out the front of the skating rink, Liz was out of the car.

“Good luck girlfriend,” she cried out, at the retreating figure who was running as though her life depended on it, and in truth it did because Max Evans without a doubt was Liz Parker's life and without one there would no longer be the other.

If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I
I'm gonna love you until the day I die
(And if tomorrow falls asleep)
'Til the day I die
Can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like
It's the last night on earth
Like it's the last night on earth
It's the last night on earth
It's never enough


Max grasped her locket tightly. It was almost time. Any minute now he would leave all of this behind. Leave her behind. But he wasn't going to remember. Or the great love he'd had for her. "I'll always love you. Even when I don't remember," he said to the empty darkness, tears in the amber eyes.

The snow started to fall softly, covering the ground with a charming sprinkle of white and silver. "I'm sorry to have you caused you such pain. I never meant to hurt you. I love you more than anything. Please forgive me."

"Max!" a woman's voice yelled from somewhere in the snowy world. He turned around and saw her running towards him. From a distance he could see her flushed face, streaked with dry tears. He was seeing her, but it was just too beautiful to be real.

"Liz?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Max," Liz yelled again, louder. He stood in the middle of the pond, clutching something in his hand. "Max," she said this time softer, and with all the love she held in her heart. He stood motionless, as if trapped in time. A single, perfect tear made its way down his cheek and when she finally reached him, Liz smiled tearfully, the sight of him more precious to her than the air she breathed.

Both stood there, a distance apart, with snow falling, and the December sky a heavenly canvas of white magic.

Max wanted to take her in his arms, hold her close and never let go, but he was afraid to move lest he break the spell and find himself in a heaven without Elizabeth Parker.

She kept looking at him. At his beloved face. And there was no doubt in her mind. She loved this man more than life itself. He was her soul. Her heart. Her life. Her entire being. This was the moment she'd waited all her life for. Endured all the pain for. Cried all her tears for. Fought all her battles for. And finally she knew what to do.

"You were wrong Max."

Max stared at the woman standing before him. The one whom he loved more than anything. The one whom he would give up heaven for, just to spend one more minute looking at her angelic face. He'd give up heaven to hear those three little words. And here she was telling him he was wrong.

"Remember that night, when you told me that I was a miracle? Your miracle?"

He found his voice. "Yes," the sound of it hoarse with feeling.

"Well you were wrong." Liz looked at him with eyes full of adoration. "Because you're my miracle." She gave him the sweetest of smiles. The kind that only pure love has as its gift. Another tear slipped from the beautiful amber eyes.

"You walked into my life, unexpectedly, giving me hope when I thought I'd lost it. When I thought I'd lost everything. But then you happened. You changed everything. Gave new meaning to every day. You're the one who gives me the strength to live. To get up and look forward to the image of your face. Your eyes," Liz smiled and she walked a little closer.

Her words echoed in the still night, ringing bright and true.

"I tried to fight my growing feelings. They scared me because I'd never felt something so strong and right. I thought I didn't deserve you. You were so kind, and caring. And loving. Everything I had wished for. Everything I prayed for," she whispered through fresh tears. "Because even though I didn't know what I was looking for, desperately yearning for, I prayed each and every night for something... anything. And just when I thought I would never have those prayers answered, when I was about to give up, you found me," she cried. "When the rest of the world walked out, you walked in Max. Now I know what I've always wished for. It's you."

Liz let the tears fall, warm and soothing. "Every time I would look at you, it was like my heart was trying to make me feel something I didn't understand. But I do now. I do now."

Max's tears were coming down full force now. He'd waited so long to hear this. And it sounded so beautiful. Real and beautiful.

"When you told me you were an angel," Liz continued, "I didn't want to believe you because deep down I knew you were telling me the truth. Only an angel could have rescued me like you did," Liz whispered, her words laced with love's sincerity. She shut her eyes for a minute and when she opened them the love light glowed strong; an eternal flame that not even death could snuff out.

"You're my angel. I believe Max. With all my heart and soul I believe." She reached out and caressed his face tenderly, running her index finger along his jaw, and up to his eyes and nose. Max closed his eyes; her touch sweeter than an angel's whisper.

"I didn't believe in angels Max, but that was before I met you. And now I know that the best things in life are worth waiting for." Liz continued to touch his face. Never again would she let him go. Never. "God sent you to me because he knew I'd love you the best."

Love you the best.

Right then the heavens opened and like a scene out of paradise itself, brilliant white light shone onto earth, illuminating the spot where Max and Liz stood.

She loved him.

She loved him. It felt beautiful and beyond. Words could not explain the essence of it. But he had to ask. He had to be sure. He had to be. His life depended on it.

"Are you sure you love me and not what I did for you?" he asked, waiting breathlessly.

"Yes," Liz replied without any moment's hesitation. "I've loved you from the very moment I saw you." She gave a small smile. "Here in this very place. I loved you then. I love you now. And even if I could have never expressed it, never told you how I felt, I would still love you. You and only you." God, she loved him so much. So much. Everything about him. His amber eyes and gentle touch. His beautiful soul.

"Before my fear made me doubt, but I'll never listen to it again. Fear has no place in my heart anymore. Only love. Only you."

Max closed his eyes again, letting her words finally sink in. I love you. And she did. It was written clearly on her face. Liz Parker had fallen in love with an angel.

"Max?" she whispered softly. He finally opened his eyes and looked at her; the brilliant amber afire with pure, unadulterated love. He gave her an angel's smile and took her hands into his.

"I've waited an eternity to hear you say those three little words." Max ran his fingers tenderly over her knuckles. Countless times he would look down from up above and watch her, wishing, desperately hoping, that he could see her. In the flesh. Touch her, feel her. Spend every second of forever with her.

Liz returned his smile, and resting her head on his chest, snuggled deeper into him. "I was so frightened, frightened by the love in me. When I looked into your eyes, I saw your love, and it was so real that it scared me. But it's alright. Because I'm not scared anymore. I have you. You're the only one who makes me feel like I belong to someone. And you're the only one I will ever belong to."

Max kissed the crown of her head, and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you Liz. Forever." He had finally found home. Because home wasn't in the heavens above. It was wherever Elizabeth Parker was. She was home. Offering a silent prayer of eternal thanks, Max raised his head and looked up at the sky. The snow was still coming down magically. "Thank you," he whispered to the star that shone the brightest, knowing it was Gabriel. Tears of love and gratitude covered his face; amber eyes full of heavenly love.

Liz lifted her head, and with her hand, wiped away his tears. "I love you Max Evans. Never again will I ever let you go," she smiled.

"And I love you Elizabeth Parker. You're dearer to me than my own soul." Closing the distance between them, Max kissed her lovingly, pouring all the passion and sweetness he had to offer into it. The ethereal world around them cracked open, and if one could have heard it, the celestial singing of angels could be heard all around. Liz tasted her tears and his, salty on her lips. They were the tears of heaven's love, a love that would last beyond time itself.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they stood there, in the center of the pond, not wanting to let the other go. For both had finally found love's sanctuary, and once it was found, it was never againt meant to be lost.

Love had found its home.
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