Moments later,
A passion unlike anything else they had experienced had undertaken them. In such a fashion that made it unable to be stopped, and it was a fire that was not going to be quenched unless maybe there was a bucket, or an ocean of water poured over them. And even then, maybe not. But any attempts to stop this display of amoral behaviour was all for naught on this night. As they felt possessed and backed against a wall. A position that they were playing out, as Max had Liz back to the wall. As he was kissing her all over. As they could not keep their hands off each other. So, yeah, it was not detouring them, because it was fuel for their fire.
A fire like no other.
It was always like this with the two. Back in the beginning. It was always something unexplainable to them that they could be so All American. Strive for the honour roll, but behind closed doors. It was something different between them.
And only them.
Because anyone else would get the other version of them. Not that Liz allowed herself to find someone else. But when they were together. They could go from zero to a hundred miles per hour in a mere second.
In a flash.
It was hot. To feel desired, to feel wanted, and to feel loved. It was not something that Liz had much experience with since leaving Roswell a decade before.
And Max had too much experience.
Except with the love part. Not that you have to be in love to have sex. Max would certainly have an opinion on that because he would agree that he had been going through the motions these last years and today was showing that in all its glory. Absolutely NO one has my heart like this woman he was thinking, as he felt the fire exploding between them.
He supposed he should be feeling guilty.
Because he knew he was causing a world of hurt for himself, and his children, and his family if this got out.
And he could not say for certain that this would not get out. Our record at keeping our indiscretions a secret is not a good one.
But he was not thinking of tomorrow, when he was acting in the now, and all about how he wanted to feel.
It is about what I want to feel... Max thought.
But all common sense was out the window as they fell into each other's arms and acted out what they wished they could back in the beginning. Even though for six or seven weeks, they were able to.
Because they were fleeing for their lives. And could be together.
But then it ended, and she walked away.
And Liz wished she could have felt this sensation all these years. Why did I walk away from this and allow Max to feel like this with other women. Except he had not felt like this with others, and especially not with those he had married.
Liz felt the dress she had been wearing was being released from her body, oh god she was thinking. It had not felt sexy when she chose it. She had always been so conservative in her wardrobe. Because her career had demanded it. Although there were times where she could go out and celebrate her accomplishments, but she always stuck to the usual that would be said about Dr. Elizabeth Parker.
She had always been Elizabeth in her chosen profession. She had never really been Liz. Because she felt like Liz was Roswell. A name for her family, and for Maria.
Or for Max to utter, oh, damn Liz just as he was under his breath right now, when they are throwing all caution to the wind.
Oh, Liz Max whispered as he was removing the dress from the women he loved. She might have thought it was conservative, but it had been sexy as hell to Max.
Earlier to see Liz in it as she had walked down the aisle as Maid of Honour to her best friend, and he had nearly popped out of his skin. If his wife was not glaring to him and showing her clawing at him, as he stood at the altar, who knows what he might have done.
He had known he had done enough to keep it professional at the reception that followed. That was assuming what he actually did at the wedding reception could be described as professional. When everyone who had seen him would have the exact opposite opinion if they were asked. They would not have described him as very professional.
Or married.
Which he was.
But he was not acting like it. Because he was here with the woman he loved.
And the woman he was married to had walked out of the hotel earlier that evening with hatred in her eyes, which was a recipe for disaster if they caught wind. Which it was bound too, but for Max and Liz.
They were acting irrationally. As Liz felt the last of her garments being removed, and she felt sexy. She did not know who she was most of the time these days. But she felt loved. She felt like the world was finally giving her something as she moved onto Max.
He is way too sexy to still be dressed like he is she was thinking as she felt exposed. But she did not care because she was with the man she loved. As she started to pick at his shirt, "Let me" she was saying as Max was finally ways of making her want to explode. "You are not helping me," she whispered to sudden movement of his arms caressing her own arms, and she saw the glow coming down the arm.
And she stopped.
Because it brought back memories. Flashes of a night that had ended way too soon. When Maria had walked in and ruined their glow. Which was in respect, something right, but it did not feel like it at the time. Especially not when Tess came to town shortly afterwards and wrecked most of my dreams, she sighed even though she knew she had contributed to some of the losses herself, but she was not going to quibble about that tonight. When flashes of that night when everything seemed possible were playing out within this union, as she felt his touch, and the glow that he showed by his very touch.
"You don’t know what you do to me, when you do that..." Liz whispered.
"It was always you" Max whispered as he did not care that she had not gotten his shirt off, because he was going to burst. He ripped his own shirt off...
As I said, I don't care about tomorrow Max muttered. I am a goddamn alien, aren't I? he asked of himself.
Yes, he was.
And picked up Liz into his arms, and she clung onto his body, and they walked into bedroom, as they could not keep their hands or mouths apart and slammed the door.
*
All the while,
Morality was being completely thrown out the window. And vows were breaking into pieces that were not going to be repaired. Near the heart of town. A car drove into a covered parking lot and went down into the deep recesses of the building. Before stopping and waiting. Unaware that another car was following it into the parking structure.
This car was staying away. And monitoring the situation that was brewing ever since the hotel. When he had gotten suspicion. Not that the woman had a reason to be considering devilish things, because Sean Deluca knew that Evans deserved whatever he was going to get when he obviously chose the worst woman possible to be his wife. You are going to get it Sean knew.
But he did not know the situation.
Yet because he cared about Liz. Simply because she was a good person. As much as he wished that things might have worked out with them when they were younger. He gave her credit that she had stopped herself from doing anything that would come back to haunt them. Not that he liked it at the time.
Which is why he had to get out of town. I had to get out of this place he remembered. Even though he was grateful for Aunt Amy and even for Maria in giving him a place to stay for a few months. Not that he figured that his cousin would be that happy to have his appreciation because they had an oil and water relationship. We were always different people. But he was grateful to his aunt. And his cousin and wanted to come to town and go to the wedding.
And see a celebration within their family.
At the same time, he did have some slight hopes that things might be different with Liz, this time. Maybe this time was the time.
But only seconds told him that it would not be possible even though Evans was stupid to have given up on the best person in this world he thought when it was clear that Liz and Max were not together, and Max was taken.
But if he knew anything. He would know it was Liz who had walked away.
But Sean Deluca was partial towards Liz which is why he was here. Looking out for her interests.
And in this car.
And watching as Yvonne Evans sat and waited in dark and dirty parking garage, in the dead of night. Instead of heading home. Which is what he figured he would be finding when he saw the blonde stocking to her car and start driving.
So, on a lark, he had gotten in and started driving. And found himself to be here.
On the other side of the garage, but close enough to see Yvonne's car, as he waited.
Unsure of what he would find.
Is she planning on cheating on Evans? Sean asked. And if she was, then he would egg it on and not dissuade it because not that he was hoping that Liz would get with someone who was willing to cheat on his wife. But it meant there might be some hope that life would be easier. Which is why he had even had some thoughts if the blonde was heading home then maybe he would come on to the woman.
What do I know Sean thought. It might have led to some fun. But that was not to be, because of going home. She had driven to this garage.
Obviously, there was a lot he did not know.
He figured that was true. And it made him curious. Curious enough to hold out and keep an eye on a woman he did not trust. Because he knew she was up to something. Why come to a dark and dusty garage when she could be going home and prepare to get even with her husband?
Sean did not know.
Which is why he sat and waited for some fifteen minutes before a car came into the parking garage and parked next to Yvonne's car.
Nothing happened.
So, Sean was curious to know whether it was an unrelated action? Maybe she is planning something in that car? he wondered. Maybe it is something unrelated.
Maybe.
But doubtful, because just as he had that brainstorm. He saw some action. And therefore, he perked up. As he saw the doors open to the car, and he watched as Yvonne in her dress from the wedding.
And a dark hooded man got out of the car.
She is totally going to hit that one Sean wondered. She is trying to prove she has come far, but you always go back to your basic nature, right? he wondered. But then he had tried to come far in the last decade since when it was second nature to fall to his dark angels. And the devil on his shoulder and do something that would break his mother's heart and get him sent to juvenile hall. And then sentenced to stay with his Aunt while he proved to his mother, he was not going to fall over the cliff again.
And certainly, he had some close slips. But eventually he got it right.
And he was not going to go back over the cliff. Not after a decade of moving on and trying to get away from the guy he once was.
But he sensed Yvonne was playing a role. She wanted to show the world that she was someone different than who she truly was. And she was coming home to her true self tonight. And undertaking some purpose, and it did not take a genius to guess that it was not going to end up somewhere good for Evans or Liz.
If it were to become known.
So, he could have driven off and not cared in the slightest if Evans got something he probably deserved. But given that he was partial towards Liz.
He stayed.
And watched as the dark hoodie guy walked over to Yvonne, and they started to talk. Animatedly at some points, and quiet at others.
He was too far away to know what was being said.
I cannot read lips Sean thought. I don't have that talent. Even though occasionally over the years he had gotten a six sense on those things and could figure out what a lady or two was going to say when she was going to give him a slip. But nope, he did was too far away to know what was being said.
But instead of making a date to go to the nearest hotel. He saw an envelope being passed between Yvonne to the dark hooded man.
Shit Sean thought.
He had enough criminal instincts over the years to know that it could not be considered a good thing to see. Of course, it could be a payoff if she is trying to protect some information or something Sean reasoned because it was obvious to him that Max's wife was someone different than what she would have presented to Max, to get him to marry her, as he thought of the ways it could mean something to see Yvonne Evans pass over a fat envelope.
Which meant there was serious dough in the envelope.
He thought back to hearing that Evans was worth a bundle now. Because of his first wife. So, he had to wonder what the current Mrs. Evans was up too.
But it was only an envelope that was passed between the two, and it was clear it was not an illicit extra marital tryst, as the dark hoodie man said something. Took the envelope and got back in the car, and so did Yvonne and hightailed it out of the garage.
He waited a minute, before trailing the wife back to the marital home.
And she unlocked the front door, and went inside, and stayed inside.
Before Sean decided she was home for the night. So, he went back to his motel room. And did his research to understand what was going go down.
But he had no idea.
No one did.
But unfortunately, they would find out all too soon.
Or at least Max would.
With the ripple effects affecting everyone.
*
At the same time,
Back in the forbidden zone of hidden desires. And a tryst that was showing no signs of showing any regret, and eyes were being opened. And Max was not seeing the wounds to the life he was currently leading that were developing with rapid intensity or the ripple effects that his actions that he was undertaking in this room might have the power to take him down. All of that common sense was lacking and far from these proceedings. Because he was feeling like he was still in the dream land. Because all he could do was open his eyes and see that he was laying beside his dream girl.
Someone he had loved since even before he knew of the word love or what it felt like to be in love. Seeing a brown hair little girl on the playground and feeling compelled to be in her presence. But she was playing with her friends, and especially Maria at the time, and therefore they were not seeing each other than the other classmate that they were growing up, and heading to the next grade with...
Until it came time for high school, and they became partners in the same science biology class.
Yet, even then, they just sat and did their work.
Maybe saying a word or two if it was needed for the work they were doing together, to stay on the honour roll they both were on. But that was all it was, even as he was crushing hard and spending a considerable amount of time at the Crashdown and spending his disposable income on burgers, and milkshakes.
And forcing his best friend or sister to come with him on many of an occasion so not to be considered a stalker. Because he could not say a word to his dream girl.
But that all changed on September day back in 1999. On the cusp of a new millennium. Everything seemed so normal. But the day that ended would be anything but normal because it would bring them face to face. As he worked to save her life.
When a bullet flew into her and tore off the mask that he had been shielding from her, and from everyone else. And little by little brought them together, into a new world together, and they each saw each other differently.
And he had gotten a chance to know. The girl he had longed to know, and to love.
Even as the resulting relationship would have an expiration date. Still, his love for her always remained. And burst forth on this night, when he was doing something, he knew would have real ramifications to his current life. But he did not care, not in this moment.
Not when it felt so good to be with the woman he loved.
Because the past decade had shown that the love, he had led was a pretender’s life. Because there was only one woman for him.
There would never be anyone else who could touch the depths that Liz had.
Even if these hours were all they shared together. Because he knew they had to come back to reality.
But he was not forcing the issue. As his eyes opened and he saw the sexy back of the woman he loved, and he was tempted to touch it.
To feel her touch.
Her warmth.
The temptation was so great, and eventually it would break as he could not not do it as he touched her back, and felt it rush over her back. Thinking she was asleep. He took back his hand, his touch. But he heard a quiet, "Don't stop".
And he knew she was awake, and she moved to face him. "Max, don't stop" she said simply. Because she knew fully well that she should be ending this encounter. Getting up and heading home to her daughter. But just like Max was finding with Liz. Being with Max now that they had escalated things.
Only a little more than twenty-four hours back in each other's lives. After a decade away. But they had relapsed into an addiction for each other, that even though it might not be wise. Still, she could not help it.
They both could not help it. And she needed more of it.
She needed Max.
She did not care about the come down. The withdrawal. She needed Max. "Max..."
And they fell into each other's arms. As she got up on him, and they continued to come together in ways that they showed they could not quit each other.
*
Hours later,
It continued until it stopped. And they stepped out of the accompanying shower together, and despite their urge to fall back into bed. They quietly kissed and got dressed. The addiction was running its course for today at least. And the recovery time was starting. As reality was hitting them hard.
Neither could say what they wanted to say.
There were many things they wanted to say. But they knew it was not appropriate because of the circumstances. Neither knew what the fact that Max had spent the whole night in Liz's hotel room and had not even entered into his own might cause problems with his home life.
A home life he was only returning too because of two very important people.
His children.
Noah and Ella Evans.
Not the woman that had his ring on his finger. "Liz," Max was trying to think of what to say. But Liz stopped him by putting her fingers to his lips. And stood up for a small quick kiss, if you anything between them could be quick but this was indeed a simple kiss "You don't have to say anything. Neither of us will tell anyone. We will keep last night a secret if you want. No one has to know. Especially not Yvonne."
"I want to run and shout it and especially force it, into the face of my wife" Max said softly as they both wanted to wince at the utterance of the word, wife because it was proof to anyone other than them, their night the previous night was considered amoral. And something that was a sin.
Good thing I don't believe in God and did not get married within the church Max thought to himself, as if that was the only saving grace for this situation but it was not because he did not have any regrets. And wish he could throw it into the face of his wife, and he knew what kind of guy that made him. But it would set off a whole chain bomb if Yvonne knows.
Still, he had no regrets.
None.
Neither did Liz. The sex feels too good to think last night as a regret.
I know what kind of person that makes me too she thought.
"We are grown ups," Liz said softly. "We both own this decision."
Max nodded. "I will never regret it Liz," he said softly. "Because I love you."
Liz bristled at the mention of love. Not because I don’t feel it too, she sighed. But she knew their situation was way too complicated to be talking about love after a night they had shared together. "No talking about love, because that will make things even worse" Liz said softly. "We did what we did, and now you have to go back to your children. Your wife."
"I don't know if I can" Max said softly. "She's not the woman I married," he sighed as if that made things better in that the charade of his marriage was now exposed to him in the proof that Yvonne was not the person, he thought she was.
"You are not the man she married," Liz said softly.
"I never was who she wanted," Max said softly. "But then I only wanted you."
More and more she was coming back to reality. And so, she winced. Because she knew how dicey it was. "Okay Max, we are now going to get into trouble with this talk" Liz said softly because as much as she loved the talk. Yet it is a little bit much. "Go back to the kids. Go back to Yvonne. We will always have last night, but it does not have to be anything more than it was. Because I am not holding on to anything okay. I have no expectations," she said as she leaded in to kiss Max.
A kiss that was not so simple. When it was way too passionate for two people in the situation that they were in. And they both knew it. So, before he found himself falling back into bed with the woman he loved. Max had enough restraint to drag himself out of it, and Liz who had ended up in his arms, forced herself down from those steady and sexy arms "Go Max. Think of the kids."
"I am" Max said softly. It's the only thing that gets me out of this room he thought, because he knew he had the desire to drag her back behind the bedroom doors, because his addiction for her was growing intense.
Now that they were back in each other's orbits.
But he knew he had to drag himself away from her and therefore, he walked out of the hotel room. And sighing, she closed the doors and fell herself fall against them, as she did not know what was going to come next.
No one did.
As she walked back into the bedroom, and saw the messed-up sheets, and she sighed at the exploding flashes of their night, and their passion for each other. She wondered if she was making things worse for herself by relapsing into the addiction she had for Max. He makes me too weak.
But was she strong enough to move on?
Who knows.
And Max did not know either as he briefly walked into his hotel room, and picked up his overnight bag, and changed, so that was not apparent that he had been do what he was doing. Once done, he went down and paid the bill.
And walked out into the chilly day.
The blast of fresh air was a relief almost to him as it cooled him off, as he climbed into the car, and drove across town. And parked in the driveway of the home he shared with his children, and his wife.
And walked through the door. Just as Yvonne walked downstairs.
"Hello" was all they said at each other.
Neither talking about the accusations coming through their eyes of the previous twelve hours, or the fact Yvonne had a sinking suspicion of what her husband had been doing. And it was not simply because she had tried the hotel room in the middle of the night and gotten no answer. And she had pestered the people at the front desk, but they would not tell her if he was actually in the room.
They also did not talk about how Yvonne was not the woman he believed he was married.
Neither of them, were the people they were, going to the marriage. I am not a choir boy he muttered. He did not know if after last night that it made him a better person than his wife, after all I strayed.
So, what did that mean now?
Who the hell knows Max thought as he simply said hello to his wife. He did stop to kiss her, or anything that would be a normal hello between a husband and wife. Even after night like the night before. Instead, he took his bag up to the spare room in their house. The last thing we need to be doing is sleep in same room he thought.
When truthfully, they had not had marital relations in several years. And more often than not, he stayed in the spare room. So, he was not unfamiliar with it. Splashing water on his face, to force him to come back to his real reality. Not the fantasy that he wanted to be living. Max came downstairs and muttered as he spotted his wife. "I am going to pick the kids up," he said softly. “They spent the night at my parents,” he said.
“Obviously,” Yvonne to herself. They have not been here she sighed of her stepchildren. But she only nodded.
“You should not expect us back until later,” Max said simply.
"You don't have to work?" Yvonne muttered. Because if it was not the day shift. Max was often on the night shift.
“I am not on the schedule until Tuesday," was all Max said softly.
Frowning at the disclosure. "Nice of you to tell me" Yvonne muttered.
"I just did," Max said softly. "I am not forcing you to change whatever plans you have made Yvonne. We both have what we want to do, and I plan on spending the day with the children" he allowed. After I spent the night with the woman I love, he thought to himself as he could not forget that he was cheating on his wife. And not caring about it at all.
"Naturally," Yvonne muttered. They always get your time.
"It is what it is," Max said brusquely at the accusations that existed in his wife’s eyes. He knew only too well that Yvonne was annoyed by the time he often spent with his children and not with her… as he walked to the door, and out of the house and got back into his car and drove as fast as he could.
Back inside the house he shared with his wife and children. Practically spitting nails. Yvonne simply went upstairs and ripped through the bag he had just brought home, a bag she had found in the spare bedroom. But there was no proof inside that he had spent any time with his ex after she left the hotel. But still, she had suspicions. Because she could smell perfume on the clothes, but there was no proof. But still, she went to the phone and dialed a familiar number. "Plans have changed," she said into the phone. "He does not work until Tuesday," she said softly. "I did not ask for it to change. He only just told me his schedule" she said with a mutter. "Call me when it's over. Don't call me until it is, and if you do. Call that other number."
She slammed down the phone and left the house.
