Chapter 19B
Evans home
Reception for Max and Liz’s wedding
Sunday, June 2, 2002
7:30 pm
Max and Liz snuggled up together at the table, occasionally stealing kisses and feeding each other pieces of the large feast the caterers had prepared.
Nancy had baby Alex down at her end of the table sitting in a high chair. He had eaten a hour ago, but his curious baby gaze wandered around the room, and he occasionally waved his hands or hit his rattle against his chair.
Liz smiled at her son often, but a lot of her attention was riveted on Max…her new husband. She couldn’t believe she and Max were married. And later that month their son would turn one.
She frowned for a second. She would have to ask Max when he had felt their son being born. But then, that whole swimming incident would have had to have been a midwarp.
She had been the one to give birth to Alex, not Tess. She shook the thought away. Never mind. She was sure she and Max could come up with a date for this month…and that would be his birthday from now on.
Everyone stuffed themselves on the glorious food, talking about the wedding and summer plans. Isabel and Jesse told everyone of Jesse’s job offer in Boston…and they were met with hearty congratulations all around the table.
Not surprisingly, no one mentioned school. After all, most of them had graduated yesterday. There would be time enough to discuss college.
Kyle had volunteered, unbeknownst to Max and Liz, to be DJ for the evening. After everyone had stepped away from the table, Diane had the caterers move the furniture in the living room all off to one side, to make room for dancing.
Everyone stood aside while the first song began and Kyle announced that by tradition, max and Liz would have their wedding dance.
The opening strains of “I Shall Believe” began over the speakers, and Liz moved into Max’s embrace, never feeling happier than she did at the moment.
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it’s a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
Sheryl Crow
‘Tuesday Night Music Club’
Lyrics from: http://www.azlyrics.com - I don’t own it
As the song died away, and moved into another song, other couples joined the newlyweds on the dance floor.
As the hours flew by, the songs were an excellent variety of fast and slow.
One of the caterers came in about two hours later, wheeling on a small table a beautiful three-tiered white wedding cake decorated with white roses, and the tiny bride and groom on top.
Liz’s hand went to her gaping mouth but she was pleased as Max took her hand and led her to where the caterer held out the cake knife.
Liz moved beside Max in front of the cake and placed her hand with his over the knife. They poised it over a slice on the bottom tier. They noticed the cameras and they kissed as they moved the knife down simultaneously to make the first cut.
By tradition, they removed the first slice. Max grinned as him and Liz each took a piece of the slice and fed each other as more camera flashes went off around them.
The caterer took over and cut everyone in the wedding party a slice. After they ate, the dancing continued.
They next braked so Liz could toss the bouquet. All the single women gathered for their turn to catch the bouquet.
When Liz threw it behind her back, Mari caught it. She threw a smile in Michael’s direction. He wore an unreadable expression.
Next Liz sat in her chair and Max knelt at her feet. As the single guys lined up, Max went under the skirt of Liz’s dress, smoothing his fingers up Liz’s smooth thigh.
Liz struggled to keep a straight face. She almost moaned aloud when she felt Max’s teeth lightly scrape her skin as she felt him pull the garter down toward her ankle.
He stood a moment later, grinning as he tossed it behind his back as well. This time, Jim Valenti caught it. He shared a smile with Maria’s mom.
The talking, laughing and dancing went on well into the night. Liz and Max had said goodnight to their son hours ago.
The party started to wind down close to two o’clock in the morning. Max and Liz bid everyone good night as they made their way to Max’s Chevelle.
*********
Half an hour later, Max had just unlocked the door to their apartment and leaned in to sweep Liz up in his arms.
Giggling, she moaned softly as he kissed her and carried her over the threshold, kicking the door shut and locking it.
Most of the furniture they would still have to buy, but they had their clothes here…and the queen-size bed with the mahogany coloured headboard.
Max disposited Liz by the side of the bed and they kissed softly. Before they could get carried away, Liz spoke.
“Max, I have something to show you,” she said, going to the dresser to retrieve their honeymoon information that Diane Evans had given her that morning.
Curious, Max opened it and perused the documents. “Who’s paying for this, Liz?” he asked, trying to not to gasp aloud at the surprise.
“Our parents, yours and mine,” Liz told him, leaning to kiss the side of his neck.
“We have a flight at noon tomorrow,” Max read off the itinerary. “From the Albuquerque airport.”
Liz nodded and took the liberty of setting the alarm clock for 8:30 in the morning.
Then she leaned into Max and they kissed slowly, the seduction beginning.
TBC…
*sorry it’s so short, the next part should be longer
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Chapter 20
Max and Liz’s apartment
Immediately following
Liz moaned under her new husband’s kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes when he deepened the kiss.
Max’s hands ran over her curves covered by her beautiful wedding dress, and his sure fingers went to the back of her dress.
Liz smirked as she felt the sudden draft of air against her back. She pulled back and shot a look at Max. “That’s cheating,” she whispered, knowing he had used his powers to undo the back of her dress.
Max only smiled and leaned down to press butterfly kisses on her throat. Liz threw her head back. She moved her hands up to begin to take the pins out of her hair. When it tumbled loose in a cascade of long chocolate brown curls, Max pulled back and groaned at how beautiful she looked.
He took her in his arms again, his hands moving to push the straps of the dress down her arms. As the dress pooled at her waist, Liz pushed Max’s suit jacket off and to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt as well, spreading it open and pushing it off. She smoothed her palms over his chest as they kissed again.
Liz’s white lace bra quickly disappeared and they stepped away from each other slightly to remove the rest of their clothes. Liz laid her dress carefully aside, removing her shoes, stockings and the white lace panties she had been wearing.
When they both stood in front of each other completely naked, they just stared for a minute. They were anticipating what was to come. Their first time making love as husband and wife.
Max looked around the room and then waved his hand, lighting the candles that were already strategically placed around the bedroom. Liz gasped with delight when he next waved a hand at the stereo, starting a soft love song CD that had been in the CD player
Without further hesitation, they melted into each other’s arms and kissed first softly, and then deeper. Their hands wandered the planes and curves of each other’s bodies.
They fell onto the bed carefully, crawling easily between the sheets. Their arms and legs entwined. Max’s lips found the hollow of Liz’s throat and he kissed her there softly, trailing kisses down to her collarbone and shoulders and moving over her chest down to one of her nipples.
Liz’s hands were running all over Max’s back and shoulders and she arched when his tongue touched her nipple. “Max,” she cried, when he sucked that same nipple into his mouth, hard. He sucked, licked and nibbled at her for several moments and then he switched to give the other one the same attention.
Their breathing quickened as Max’s lips and tongue traced every inch of her flat stomach, and his hands explored her curves. Liz spread her legs and felt Max move between them easily. When he touched her with his tongue, she cried his name and arched her back, her hands moving to his hair to run her fingers through it.
He gave her no mercy and lashed at her repeatedly with his tongue, sucking on her clit and occasionally thrusting his tongue into her passage as well. Liz’s body tightened really fast as she approached release. As Max flicked his tongue over her clit one more time, she exploded, crying out as he continued to lick her sensitive skin until she calmed.
Max moved back and kissed her mouth slowly. They just kissed for long minutes, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
Liz pushed Max onto his back and straddled him. Leaning down, she explored his neck, shoulders, chest and stomach with her lips and fingers as if she was trying to memorize him. She moved lower and lower until she wrapped a hand around his hardness and stroked him.
At his groan, she moved down so she was level with him and took it in her mouth, sucking slowly up and down, running the tip of her tongue over the head. Her hands found his sacs and she cupped him, lightly running the tips of her fingers over them. Max gasped and let her continue for a minute before he pulled her up to him, and then gently rolled her onto her back, moving over her.
Their eyes met as Max slowly eased his way into her, joining both his hands with hers, their fingers entwining.
They began to move slowly and pleasurably, taking their time as the moment captured both of them in its spell. The moment they both became one as husband and wife. Their breathing slowly picked up and matched in synchronization and they also matched each other's slow thrusts.
The heat began to build slowly for both Max and Liz as their moans grew louder and more frequent. Max felt himself ready to explode, so he reached in between their bodies to finger Liz's clit.
Liz gasped and arched, calling his name as she climaxed. She dimly heard Max's cry echo hers.
They lay together for long moments. Their hands finally unclasped and Max rolled onto his back, bringing her closer to him. Liz turned on her side and lay with her head against Max's chest as their breathing slowed.
It wasn't long before they both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
*******
Hours later, Liz opened her eyes. She could see the pale light of dawn breaking through the curtains. She turned her head upwards to look at Max.
He was still fast asleep. He looked peaceful. Liz inched upward to kiss him softly. She felt him respond to the kiss and groan. He pulled her on top of him without warning, as his hands began to wander her body.
Liz moaned and grinded against his rapidly growing member. She felt her wetness gather at her center and she threw her head back as Max's hands found her breasts and massaged them eagerly.
Not wanting to wait another second, she moved up slightly, and then sank down on him to the hilt. Their mutual groans filled the air as she immediately began to ride him.
There was no going slow this time. Liz moved at a furious pace, her body getting hotter and hotter as Max caressed her breasts, moving then down her stomach and into her heat, where heexperlty manipulated her clit. Liz threw her head back and screamed his name as she exploded.
Max's hands went to her hips and he helped move her on him as he approached his own climax. He felt Liz climax for the second time around him as he groaned with release.
Liz fell forward onto Max's chest and they held each other for several long moments. They soon moved back into a comfortable position with Max lying on his back and Liz resting on his chest.
Their tiredness lulled them back into sleep.
******
Max and Liz's apartment
June 3, 2002
8:30 am
The strident ringing of the alarm clock woke both Max and Liz a couple hours later. Liz moaned and stretched, looking over at Max, who was blinking from being awoken.
Liz rose quickly and fetched some towels. "Come on, Max," she urged. "We have to pack, and then I want to make sure Alex is alright with your parents before we go to the airport," Liz said, leaning over the bed to kiss her sleepy husband.
Max nodded, and pulled back from the kiss to get out of the bed. "Want to shower together?" he asked, with a grin.
Liz smiled. "As much as I'd love that, it's way too much of a distraction right now," she told him. "We have so much to do," she said. "You go first, I'll make us some bagels and cream cheese."
Max nodded and took a towel from her, kissing her briefly before heading into the bathroom.
Liz hummed to herself as she threw on her short white silk robe and made her way into the kitchen to prepare the food. As she placed it all on the table, she didn't forget to put a small bottle of Tabasco by Max's plate.
Smelling clean from the shower, Max came up behind her, wearing only a pair of boxers, his wet hair combed back, and smelling like aftershave.
Liz felt weak in her knees as she accepted his kiss, tasting like mouthwash. He grinned at her and sat at the table to eat, and she joined him.
Several minutes later, Liz was in the shower while Max cleaned up the dishes.
Liz emerged from the bathroom, towel drying her wet hair and found Max just finishing getting dressed in jeans and a light blue short-sleeved button-down shirt.
She went over to the dresser and plucked out panties, a bra, tan-coloured Capri pants and a pink tank top. She felt Max come up behind her. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek.
Surprised, Liz felt her now dry hair. She smirked but kissed him anyway. "Thanks," she said softly. She made quick work of getting dressed and brushed her hair, putting it back in a ponytail.
The two of them packed in record time, making sure they had their flight and accomodations information, as well as their plane tickets and passports in an easily accessible place.
20 minutes later, they were on their way to the Evans.
******
Immediately following
Evans residence
10 am
Liz held her son in her arms, unwilling to say goodbye to him as she fed him some apple sauce. Max sat beside her, holding his son's fingers in his.
Finally, Liz kissed his forehead and hugged him close as she finished feeding him. Feeling him beginning to squirm a little in her arms, she set him on the floor and watched as he began to crawl around the room. He now had quite a bit of mobility.
"We'll take him to see your parents a lot," Diane Evans told her new daughter-in-law. "They said they want to see him."
Liz nodded and sighed deeply. It was getting late. They had to go.
With a last wave at their son, Max and Liz headed out and to the Chevelle, on the way to Albuquerque.
And then....Mexico.
TBC....
Max and Liz’s apartment
Immediately following
Liz moaned under her new husband’s kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes when he deepened the kiss.
Max’s hands ran over her curves covered by her beautiful wedding dress, and his sure fingers went to the back of her dress.
Liz smirked as she felt the sudden draft of air against her back. She pulled back and shot a look at Max. “That’s cheating,” she whispered, knowing he had used his powers to undo the back of her dress.
Max only smiled and leaned down to press butterfly kisses on her throat. Liz threw her head back. She moved her hands up to begin to take the pins out of her hair. When it tumbled loose in a cascade of long chocolate brown curls, Max pulled back and groaned at how beautiful she looked.
He took her in his arms again, his hands moving to push the straps of the dress down her arms. As the dress pooled at her waist, Liz pushed Max’s suit jacket off and to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt as well, spreading it open and pushing it off. She smoothed her palms over his chest as they kissed again.
Liz’s white lace bra quickly disappeared and they stepped away from each other slightly to remove the rest of their clothes. Liz laid her dress carefully aside, removing her shoes, stockings and the white lace panties she had been wearing.
When they both stood in front of each other completely naked, they just stared for a minute. They were anticipating what was to come. Their first time making love as husband and wife.
Max looked around the room and then waved his hand, lighting the candles that were already strategically placed around the bedroom. Liz gasped with delight when he next waved a hand at the stereo, starting a soft love song CD that had been in the CD player
Without further hesitation, they melted into each other’s arms and kissed first softly, and then deeper. Their hands wandered the planes and curves of each other’s bodies.
They fell onto the bed carefully, crawling easily between the sheets. Their arms and legs entwined. Max’s lips found the hollow of Liz’s throat and he kissed her there softly, trailing kisses down to her collarbone and shoulders and moving over her chest down to one of her nipples.
Liz’s hands were running all over Max’s back and shoulders and she arched when his tongue touched her nipple. “Max,” she cried, when he sucked that same nipple into his mouth, hard. He sucked, licked and nibbled at her for several moments and then he switched to give the other one the same attention.
Their breathing quickened as Max’s lips and tongue traced every inch of her flat stomach, and his hands explored her curves. Liz spread her legs and felt Max move between them easily. When he touched her with his tongue, she cried his name and arched her back, her hands moving to his hair to run her fingers through it.
He gave her no mercy and lashed at her repeatedly with his tongue, sucking on her clit and occasionally thrusting his tongue into her passage as well. Liz’s body tightened really fast as she approached release. As Max flicked his tongue over her clit one more time, she exploded, crying out as he continued to lick her sensitive skin until she calmed.
Max moved back and kissed her mouth slowly. They just kissed for long minutes, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
Liz pushed Max onto his back and straddled him. Leaning down, she explored his neck, shoulders, chest and stomach with her lips and fingers as if she was trying to memorize him. She moved lower and lower until she wrapped a hand around his hardness and stroked him.
At his groan, she moved down so she was level with him and took it in her mouth, sucking slowly up and down, running the tip of her tongue over the head. Her hands found his sacs and she cupped him, lightly running the tips of her fingers over them. Max gasped and let her continue for a minute before he pulled her up to him, and then gently rolled her onto her back, moving over her.
Their eyes met as Max slowly eased his way into her, joining both his hands with hers, their fingers entwining.
They began to move slowly and pleasurably, taking their time as the moment captured both of them in its spell. The moment they both became one as husband and wife. Their breathing slowly picked up and matched in synchronization and they also matched each other's slow thrusts.
The heat began to build slowly for both Max and Liz as their moans grew louder and more frequent. Max felt himself ready to explode, so he reached in between their bodies to finger Liz's clit.
Liz gasped and arched, calling his name as she climaxed. She dimly heard Max's cry echo hers.
They lay together for long moments. Their hands finally unclasped and Max rolled onto his back, bringing her closer to him. Liz turned on her side and lay with her head against Max's chest as their breathing slowed.
It wasn't long before they both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
*******
Hours later, Liz opened her eyes. She could see the pale light of dawn breaking through the curtains. She turned her head upwards to look at Max.
He was still fast asleep. He looked peaceful. Liz inched upward to kiss him softly. She felt him respond to the kiss and groan. He pulled her on top of him without warning, as his hands began to wander her body.
Liz moaned and grinded against his rapidly growing member. She felt her wetness gather at her center and she threw her head back as Max's hands found her breasts and massaged them eagerly.
Not wanting to wait another second, she moved up slightly, and then sank down on him to the hilt. Their mutual groans filled the air as she immediately began to ride him.
There was no going slow this time. Liz moved at a furious pace, her body getting hotter and hotter as Max caressed her breasts, moving then down her stomach and into her heat, where heexperlty manipulated her clit. Liz threw her head back and screamed his name as she exploded.
Max's hands went to her hips and he helped move her on him as he approached his own climax. He felt Liz climax for the second time around him as he groaned with release.
Liz fell forward onto Max's chest and they held each other for several long moments. They soon moved back into a comfortable position with Max lying on his back and Liz resting on his chest.
Their tiredness lulled them back into sleep.
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Max and Liz's apartment
June 3, 2002
8:30 am
The strident ringing of the alarm clock woke both Max and Liz a couple hours later. Liz moaned and stretched, looking over at Max, who was blinking from being awoken.
Liz rose quickly and fetched some towels. "Come on, Max," she urged. "We have to pack, and then I want to make sure Alex is alright with your parents before we go to the airport," Liz said, leaning over the bed to kiss her sleepy husband.
Max nodded, and pulled back from the kiss to get out of the bed. "Want to shower together?" he asked, with a grin.
Liz smiled. "As much as I'd love that, it's way too much of a distraction right now," she told him. "We have so much to do," she said. "You go first, I'll make us some bagels and cream cheese."
Max nodded and took a towel from her, kissing her briefly before heading into the bathroom.
Liz hummed to herself as she threw on her short white silk robe and made her way into the kitchen to prepare the food. As she placed it all on the table, she didn't forget to put a small bottle of Tabasco by Max's plate.
Smelling clean from the shower, Max came up behind her, wearing only a pair of boxers, his wet hair combed back, and smelling like aftershave.
Liz felt weak in her knees as she accepted his kiss, tasting like mouthwash. He grinned at her and sat at the table to eat, and she joined him.
Several minutes later, Liz was in the shower while Max cleaned up the dishes.
Liz emerged from the bathroom, towel drying her wet hair and found Max just finishing getting dressed in jeans and a light blue short-sleeved button-down shirt.
She went over to the dresser and plucked out panties, a bra, tan-coloured Capri pants and a pink tank top. She felt Max come up behind her. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek.
Surprised, Liz felt her now dry hair. She smirked but kissed him anyway. "Thanks," she said softly. She made quick work of getting dressed and brushed her hair, putting it back in a ponytail.
The two of them packed in record time, making sure they had their flight and accomodations information, as well as their plane tickets and passports in an easily accessible place.
20 minutes later, they were on their way to the Evans.
******
Immediately following
Evans residence
10 am
Liz held her son in her arms, unwilling to say goodbye to him as she fed him some apple sauce. Max sat beside her, holding his son's fingers in his.
Finally, Liz kissed his forehead and hugged him close as she finished feeding him. Feeling him beginning to squirm a little in her arms, she set him on the floor and watched as he began to crawl around the room. He now had quite a bit of mobility.
"We'll take him to see your parents a lot," Diane Evans told her new daughter-in-law. "They said they want to see him."
Liz nodded and sighed deeply. It was getting late. They had to go.
With a last wave at their son, Max and Liz headed out and to the Chevelle, on the way to Albuquerque.
And then....Mexico.
TBC....
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Chapter 21
The Royal Hawaiian Hotel
Honolulu, Hawaii
Monday, June 3, 2002
4 pm, Roswell time (3pm Honolulu)
Liz giggled as Max swept her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold of their hotel room. The bellboy led the way into the bright, airy room.
Liz and Max both gasped in delight at the fantastic view of the Pacific from their own balcony. Their eyes quickly swept over the king size bed and other features of their room, but Liz was most excited by the balcony.
Max set Liz gently on her feet so he could pay the bellboy.
Liz moved to the balcony, sliding open the sliding glass door and inhaling the salt air of the ocean as she stepped out onto the warm pavement. She went right to the balcony's ledge and peered below at the private beach. They knew the turreted pink-stucco hotel, opened since 1927; was situated on one of Waikiki's only private beaches and was very popular with tourists. The whole hotel was done in a pink colour scheme, down to the linens.
Liz came back into the room to hear the bellboy rattling on about the air-conditioning in the rooms, how the private beach provided various water sports, and how there was a Mai Tai bar on the beachfront.
He mentioned a beach luau, where there was music and dancing. There was also a on-site shopping center outside the lobby and a spa.
Max paid the bellboy a decent tip and bid him good-bye.
"Isn't this gorgeous, Max?" Liz asked, spreading her arms wide and spinning in a circle.
"You are gorgeous, Liz,' Max told her, picking her up and twirling her around with him. As he set her down, Liz took his hand and led him onto the balcony to look at the beach. It was crowded with tourists.
"I feel like I'm in a dream," Liz sighed, standing at the rail. She felt Max move behind her and wrap his strong arms around her slim waist. She leaned back into him.
"It'll be wonderful to get away for awhile," Max agreed, leaning to kiss her neck.
Liz moaned and tilted her head to the other side as he trailed delicious kisses down her neck. She turned in his arms, lifting her face for his kiss.
His lips swooped down on hers and they kissed long and deep, both of them sighing with delight. Without warning, Max swept her up in his arms to carry her to their bed. Setting her on it, he followed her down onto the soft spread, still kissing.
Without rushing, their hands wandered in soft caresses and their clothes seemed to melt away. They were under the cool sheets before they knew it, their arms and legs entwining as Max again began to kiss Liz's throat.
Liz arched her back and smoothed her hands over Max's shoulders and back as he moved lower and lower to take one of her erect nipples in his mouth, sucking it like he knew she loved. She let out a throaty moan as he continued his ministrations, nibbling lightly and then switching to the other.
He moved on down her stomach, lingering over her soft curves as he kissed every inch of her skin. Liz was on fire as he gently spread her legs, moving in between them to touch her heat with his tongue.
Liz cried his name as he licked every inch of her flesh, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. He slid two fingers into her rapidly moistening core and moved them in a delicious rhythm.
Liz felt her body wind tighter and tighter. Max seemed to know what she wanted and sucked her clit into his mouth at just the right moment. Liz called his name as she reached her climax. She felt him crawl back up her body to take her mouth in a fierce kiss, while sliding into her to the hilt.
They both sighed with delight at the contact and began to move together in a gentle rhythm. They matched each other thrust for thrust, their breathing picking up and their moans coming more frequently.
Liz wrapped her legs high around Max's waist and cried out as she felt him sink deeper now with every thrust. They moved faster and Liz stiffened as she reached her peak again. "Oh god, Max," she cried, hearing him call her name with his own release.
Spent, Max rolled over onto his back and pulled her over into his arms so she could rest on his chest. They lay there, letting their heartbeats slow as Max caressed Liz's hair. It wasn't long before the two lovers fell asleep.
*****
Max and Liz's hotel room
5 pm, Hawaii time
Liz woke slowly and lifted her head to gaze up at Max. He appeared to still be asleep. She sighed happily. Then she grinned. Max had never let her reciprocate their hot foreplay earlier. She must make him pay for that.
She crawled down so that her mouth was level with his member, situating the covers about her shoulders. She carefully took him in her hands and placed her open mouth over the head, moving down to suck him in. She repeated the action, feeling him grow rapidly in her moving mouth until she no longer had to hold onto his cock. She continued as she felt Max began to thrust his hips lightly and his hands move down to stroke her hair.
He let her continue for several moments until he pulled back and pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. "That's a way to wake up," he said with a groan.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Liz responded, pulling back from the kiss to straddle him and sink down on his hardness to the hilt. Max groaned her name as she began to ride him.
There was no going slow this time as Max's hands moved to hold her hips as she rode him at a fast pace. Liz threw her head back, moaning as Max's hands wandered up to caress her nipples. She called his name as she climaxed hard with him right on her heels.
Liz collapsed forward onto max's chest and let him hold her as their breathing slowed down. She eventually moved off of him and lay on her back. She smiled up at him as he turned on his side to look down into her face.
"I say we shower and go have some dinner," Max proposed. "The hotel restaurant looks wonderful, and it's paid for."
"Alright, but are you sure we shoud shower together?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Could slow us down."
Max smiled and got up, reaching to take her hands, pulling her up. "Who's in a hurry?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
Liz giggled and pulled away from him, dashing into the bathroom; only to gape at the huge pink ceramic tub with it's matching pink curtain.
Max entered the bathroom, closing the door. He whistled. "The place is a palace," he said, going to the tub to turn on the gleaming gold-plated faucets. He adjusted it and Liz followed him in.
The water was a light, just-right spray, that was neither too hard or too soft in pressure.
Max and Liz held each other, kissing as they let the water pour down over them. Despite their teasing, their shower was just tender and sweet. They embraced and shared soft kisses until Max reached for the shampoo to lather up Liz's long hair.
Liz reveled in the feel of her husband's fingers combing through her strands, saturating every inch with the fragrant shampoo. She closed her eyes, arching her head back as she let him rinse her hair for long moments. She then returned the favour, though Max's hair was much easier to wash and didn't take as long.
They soaped up each other's bodies, not missing an inch of skin with the soapy washcloth. As they rinsed off, they stood kissing until they were totally free of soap. Feeling no need to rush, they lingered in the hot water for several more minutes until Max finally turned off the tap.
Minutes later, the couple were back in their room, wrapped in towels. Liz sat at the vanity table to brush out her hair, watching Max get dressed in light khaki slacks and a baby blue short-sleeved, button-down shirt. He joined her at the mirror to run a comb through his hair.
Liz finished brushing he hair and went to get a heather green short sundress out of her suitcase, along with her underthings (a white lace bra and matching panties) of course. The dress was loose and flowing, reaching just to her knees.
When they both had sandals on, they clasped hands and left the room to head down to the restaurant to eat, never more happy.
TBC...
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Chapter 21
The Royal Hawaiian Hotel
Honolulu, Hawaii
Monday, June 3, 2002
4 pm, Roswell time (3pm Honolulu)
Liz giggled as Max swept her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold of their hotel room. The bellboy led the way into the bright, airy room.
Liz and Max both gasped in delight at the fantastic view of the Pacific from their own balcony. Their eyes quickly swept over the king size bed and other features of their room, but Liz was most excited by the balcony.
Max set Liz gently on her feet so he could pay the bellboy.
Liz moved to the balcony, sliding open the sliding glass door and inhaling the salt air of the ocean as she stepped out onto the warm pavement. She went right to the balcony's ledge and peered below at the private beach. They knew the turreted pink-stucco hotel, opened since 1927; was situated on one of Waikiki's only private beaches and was very popular with tourists. The whole hotel was done in a pink colour scheme, down to the linens.
Liz came back into the room to hear the bellboy rattling on about the air-conditioning in the rooms, how the private beach provided various water sports, and how there was a Mai Tai bar on the beachfront.
He mentioned a beach luau, where there was music and dancing. There was also a on-site shopping center outside the lobby and a spa.
Max paid the bellboy a decent tip and bid him good-bye.
"Isn't this gorgeous, Max?" Liz asked, spreading her arms wide and spinning in a circle.
"You are gorgeous, Liz,' Max told her, picking her up and twirling her around with him. As he set her down, Liz took his hand and led him onto the balcony to look at the beach. It was crowded with tourists.
"I feel like I'm in a dream," Liz sighed, standing at the rail. She felt Max move behind her and wrap his strong arms around her slim waist. She leaned back into him.
"It'll be wonderful to get away for awhile," Max agreed, leaning to kiss her neck.
Liz moaned and tilted her head to the other side as he trailed delicious kisses down her neck. She turned in his arms, lifting her face for his kiss.
His lips swooped down on hers and they kissed long and deep, both of them sighing with delight. Without warning, Max swept her up in his arms to carry her to their bed. Setting her on it, he followed her down onto the soft spread, still kissing.
Without rushing, their hands wandered in soft caresses and their clothes seemed to melt away. They were under the cool sheets before they knew it, their arms and legs entwining as Max again began to kiss Liz's throat.
Liz arched her back and smoothed her hands over Max's shoulders and back as he moved lower and lower to take one of her erect nipples in his mouth, sucking it like he knew she loved. She let out a throaty moan as he continued his ministrations, nibbling lightly and then switching to the other.
He moved on down her stomach, lingering over her soft curves as he kissed every inch of her skin. Liz was on fire as he gently spread her legs, moving in between them to touch her heat with his tongue.
Liz cried his name as he licked every inch of her flesh, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. He slid two fingers into her rapidly moistening core and moved them in a delicious rhythm.
Liz felt her body wind tighter and tighter. Max seemed to know what she wanted and sucked her clit into his mouth at just the right moment. Liz called his name as she reached her climax. She felt him crawl back up her body to take her mouth in a fierce kiss, while sliding into her to the hilt.
They both sighed with delight at the contact and began to move together in a gentle rhythm. They matched each other thrust for thrust, their breathing picking up and their moans coming more frequently.
Liz wrapped her legs high around Max's waist and cried out as she felt him sink deeper now with every thrust. They moved faster and Liz stiffened as she reached her peak again. "Oh god, Max," she cried, hearing him call her name with his own release.
Spent, Max rolled over onto his back and pulled her over into his arms so she could rest on his chest. They lay there, letting their heartbeats slow as Max caressed Liz's hair. It wasn't long before the two lovers fell asleep.
*****
Max and Liz's hotel room
5 pm, Hawaii time
Liz woke slowly and lifted her head to gaze up at Max. He appeared to still be asleep. She sighed happily. Then she grinned. Max had never let her reciprocate their hot foreplay earlier. She must make him pay for that.
She crawled down so that her mouth was level with his member, situating the covers about her shoulders. She carefully took him in her hands and placed her open mouth over the head, moving down to suck him in. She repeated the action, feeling him grow rapidly in her moving mouth until she no longer had to hold onto his cock. She continued as she felt Max began to thrust his hips lightly and his hands move down to stroke her hair.
He let her continue for several moments until he pulled back and pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. "That's a way to wake up," he said with a groan.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Liz responded, pulling back from the kiss to straddle him and sink down on his hardness to the hilt. Max groaned her name as she began to ride him.
There was no going slow this time as Max's hands moved to hold her hips as she rode him at a fast pace. Liz threw her head back, moaning as Max's hands wandered up to caress her nipples. She called his name as she climaxed hard with him right on her heels.
Liz collapsed forward onto max's chest and let him hold her as their breathing slowed down. She eventually moved off of him and lay on her back. She smiled up at him as he turned on his side to look down into her face.
"I say we shower and go have some dinner," Max proposed. "The hotel restaurant looks wonderful, and it's paid for."
"Alright, but are you sure we shoud shower together?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Could slow us down."
Max smiled and got up, reaching to take her hands, pulling her up. "Who's in a hurry?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
Liz giggled and pulled away from him, dashing into the bathroom; only to gape at the huge pink ceramic tub with it's matching pink curtain.
Max entered the bathroom, closing the door. He whistled. "The place is a palace," he said, going to the tub to turn on the gleaming gold-plated faucets. He adjusted it and Liz followed him in.
The water was a light, just-right spray, that was neither too hard or too soft in pressure.
Max and Liz held each other, kissing as they let the water pour down over them. Despite their teasing, their shower was just tender and sweet. They embraced and shared soft kisses until Max reached for the shampoo to lather up Liz's long hair.
Liz reveled in the feel of her husband's fingers combing through her strands, saturating every inch with the fragrant shampoo. She closed her eyes, arching her head back as she let him rinse her hair for long moments. She then returned the favour, though Max's hair was much easier to wash and didn't take as long.
They soaped up each other's bodies, not missing an inch of skin with the soapy washcloth. As they rinsed off, they stood kissing until they were totally free of soap. Feeling no need to rush, they lingered in the hot water for several more minutes until Max finally turned off the tap.
Minutes later, the couple were back in their room, wrapped in towels. Liz sat at the vanity table to brush out her hair, watching Max get dressed in light khaki slacks and a baby blue short-sleeved, button-down shirt. He joined her at the mirror to run a comb through his hair.
Liz finished brushing he hair and went to get a heather green short sundress out of her suitcase, along with her underthings (a white lace bra and matching panties) of course. The dress was loose and flowing, reaching just to her knees.
When they both had sandals on, they clasped hands and left the room to head down to the restaurant to eat, never more happy.
TBC...
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The One Thing We Both... M/L, MATURE (Chapter 22, 6/8/05)
*Thank you to everyone for all the feedback! It has now been just over a year (I started May 31, 2004) since I started this fic. I appreciate all my readers out there, and I hope you keep reading!
Chapter 22
Isabel and Jesse's apartment
Monday, June 3, 2002
9 pm, Roswell time
Isabel snuggled up next to her husband on their couch as they watched a DVD. They had just got back from visiting baby Alex at the Evans' home an hour ago, and Isabel hadn't been able to keep her mind off babies.
She didn't know how Jesse felt, but she herself wanted to start trying for a baby with her husband. She felt the timing was great: Jesse and her would be leaving Roswell by month's end to head to Boston, where Jesse would start his new job right after the Fourth of July.
They would be starting their new lives together, and Isabel couldn't think of a better thing then a child to add to their little family.
She nudged her husband and gave him a smile when he looked down at her. "Jesse, can we talk about something?" she asked. She waited patiently while he stopped the DVD and turned off the TV set, then turning to give her his full attention.
Never one to beat around the bush, Isabel cleared her throat and got straight to the point. "Jesse, how would you feel about us trying to have a baby, you know, now?" she asked, looking at him.
Jesse raised his eyebrows. Sure, the thought had crossed his mind, but he had thought Isabel wasn't ready. She was just turning twenty this summer. Then again, both of them were totally gone on Max and Liz's baby Alex. And Max and Liz were only eighteen, going on nineteen. He loved the thought of having a child with Isabel. But only if she was sure.
He reached out and smoothed a piece of Isabel's hair behind her ear, looking at her straight in the eyes. "I want to try to have a baby, Isabel," he told her, "But only if you're absolutely sure you're ready for this."
Isabel smiled. "I want to do this with you, Jesse," she whispered, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss quickly evolved into passion as Isabel crawled into Jesse's lap at his urging and straddled his waist and hips, pressing close to him.
Both were swept away in their passion as Jesse stood with her in his arms and carried her to their bed. They lay down together on it, their hands moving slowly over each other's bodies through their clothes; and eventually skin to skin as their clothes seemed to melt away.
Isabel clung to Jesse's shoulders as his mouth trailed over her every curve. She gasped his name as he lingered on her breasts and trailed love bites down her stomach. She eagerly parted her legs and let him ravish her intimate flesh with his tongue and lips. "Jesse," she moaned, as she climaxed.
Not giving her time to catch her breath, Jesse didn't wait and moved back up to kiss her, sliding himself in between her legs and then entering her to the hilt. Isabel gasped in surprised pleasure but found herself meeting his strokes, slow and long...but full of love and passion nonetheless.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Jesse slid his hands to her hips to pull her further into him as he lifted her with each thrust. Their moans grew louder and more frequent until they mingled, and you could no longer tell who was crying out when. The pace picked up as Isabel felt her body tighten almost unbearably just before she let go. She cried Jesse's name and dimly heard him groan as he exploded inside her.
They lay together, still joined, panting as they tried to catch their breath. They eventually parted and Jesse eased her down to his chest so they could cuddle. Their breathing slowed and evened out as they fell asleep.
*****
Michael's apartment
Same time
Maria threw her head back, her hands winding through her own hair as she expertly rocked herself on Michael.
Michael gazed up at her spellbound as he met her movements with his own. His hands came up to play with her nipples.
"Michael," Maria moaned breathlessly, and moved faster, feeling herself get closer and closer. Michael sat up and bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. Maria cried his name again and they both moved frantically til they hit their peaks, crying out simultaneously.
Exhausted, Michael slumped to the floor where they had attacked each other minutes ago and let Maria fall forward onto his chest.
When she could think again, Maria giggled. "We're so bad," she whispered, looking into his face.
"Yeah, you know you love it," Michael whispered back teasingly. Maria just nodded, sighing contentedly.
Eventually, the hardness of the floor got to them, and they stood, making their way to Michael's bedroom and crawling under the cool sheets, which felt amazing on their overheated bodies. Plus, it was like 90 degrees outside.
They held each other close, still reveling in the feeling of being reunited at last. Maria looked up at Michael. "So, what's next for us, Spaceboy?" she asked.
Michael looked at her. "I thought we'd head out to LA in a couple weeks or so," he told her. "See if we can make some contacts for you, and see if I can get a job."
Maria squealed excitedly. Michael was keeping his promise of letting her fulfill her dreams while still being with him. "I think we should track down Cal Langley," she said. "He has connections...a lot of them."
"Yeah, but after what happened with Max last fall, I'm not sure he'd want to set eyes on any aliens again," Michael cautioned her.
Maria shrugged her slim shoulders. "Well, we're not Max," she replied. "I'm sure I can win him over with a little charm," she added with a smirk.
Michael just sighed. He knew better than to try and talk her out of this one. "Once we make some arrangements, we'll head down there," he told her.
Maria nodded and snuggled back into his chest. They lay silently, just basking in the feel of being in each other's arms with no chaos surrounding them.
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A nightclub
Outskirts of Roswell
12:00 am
Early Tuesday, June 4, 2002
The music around Kyle pulsated as he tried desperately to keep up with his sexy date's hot dance moves. She was practically a live porno just for him as she grinded up against him, wriggling her ass into his crotch.
Kyle was dizzy with lust. He had called Serena earlier that night and asked her out. When she had suggested they go dancing, he'd agreed...even though he was practically a joke on any dance floor. So far, the night had been all about sexual tension.
They hadn't shared much conversation, minus pleasantries. Kyle planned on driving her home after the evening. Maybe they could talk then. He didn't know why, but he wanted to get to know this girl beyond their sexual attraction. She seemed to be making him forget all about his intense attraction to Isabel, his married best friend.
Kyle placed his hands on Serena's hips and aided her movements, copying them. The music slipped slowly into a sexy love song that Kyle couldn't recall the name of at the moment. The title of the song seemed unimportant as Serena turned to face him and stopped moving.
Kyle cleared his throat and held his arms out for her. She nodded and stepped into them. They pressed close together, moving slowly to the rhythm. Kyle buried his face in her neck, brushing her auburn curls behind her shoulders so he could press a soft kiss there.
Serena moaned her approval and smoothed her hands up and down his strong back and shoulders. Kyle felt his whole body come alive as he moved up her neck to her jawline, finally following that down to her chin.
Finally, their mouths met and Kyle couldn't suppress his own groan of pleasure. Liquid fire seemed to race through his veins and his heart pounded like a jackhammer. As they both deepened the kiss, and their tongues tangled together sweetly...Kyle felt dizzy.
They broke apart and stared at each other, continuing to move to the slow song. When the music once again changed, Serena moved out of his arms.
She surprised Kyle by taking him by the hand and leading him off the dance floor. They walked right out into the humid night air. Then she turned to face him.
"I just had this urge to go somewhere quiet and talk," she admitted, smoothing down her dark green satin spaghetti-strapped tank top. She had paired the top with a tight-fitting black miniskirt and dress sandals.
Kyle smiled. "Want to go for a drive?" he asked her, as they automatically were headed for his car. He was dressed in slacks and a tight black T-shirt himself.
Serena nodded. "I'd like that," she said.
Minutes later, the two were driving down the quiet roads just outside Roswell. Kyle felt like groaning when Serena's hand landed on his knee and playfully stroked his thigh. "Park somewhere," she said in a breathy whisper.
Too turned on to do anything else, Kyle swung the car onto a deserted desert road and drove far enough in so they couldn't easily be spotted from the main road, and parked.
The minute the engine was shut off, the two were turned toward each other and were kissing again. Kyle's hand went to the lever on his seat and he eased it back so he was reclining. He pulled back and met Serena's eyes.
Without a word, she crawled over her own seat and settled into his lap, once again leaning to kiss him. Kyle felt he had died and gone to heaven as they kissed again and again, their hands wandering over their clothes.
Serena was certainly a bold girl as she reached for Kyle's hands, placing them on her breasts. Kyle broke the kiss and looked up at her. "Are you sure you want to..."
Serena interrupted him. "Not all the way, Kyle," she said. "That comes later. Now I just want you to touch me."
Kyle nodded wordlessly and moved his hands in a massaging motion over her breasts, kneeding them gently. Serena moaned and arched into his hands. They continued to kiss as their crotches ground against each other.
It wasn't long before they were both topless and breathing hard as they clung to each other. Kyle stared in wonder at Serena's perfect body. He moved his hands down to hips to pull her even closer as he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck and shoulders.
Serena arched her head back as he finally touched a nipple with his tongue and eagerly sucked it into his mouth. She cried out softly and grinded harder against him as he continued to please her, then moving to the other one to give it the same attention. She couldn't stand the heat building in her. She needed to release it.
Slowly, she moved Kyle's hands to put them under her skirt. He didn't disappoint her, and she heard him groan loudly when discovering she only wore a lace thong. His fingers moved effortlessly into her moist center, and he shoved two fingers inside her. Serena bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure as he thrust them in and out at a delicious pace. Their lips met and Serena undid Kyle's pants, sliding her own hands inside to find his hardness.
She matched his pace as she stroked him, their kisses never slowly. Their breathing grew more erratic and Serena cried out breathlessly as she hit her peak hard, feeling Kyle's release as well.
They broke their kiss and just lay there as their breathing slowed. Kyle cleared his throat. "That was a surprise," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair.
Serena smiled up at him. "I really like you, Kyle," she said. "I would like to keep seeing you," she told him.
"I like you, too," Kyle replied. "And you can count on seeing me again. How about lunch tomorrow? Are you free?"
Serena smiled. "Sure, pick me up at noon."
Kyle agreed. Then, he peeked at his watch, pressing it to light the Indiglo. It was nearing one in the morning. "Well, we should head home," he said, letting her see the time.
She nodded and they quickly redressed and straightened their clothes.
Minutes later, Kyle was heading to Serena's apartment to drop her off, the both of them feeling closer after their encounter.
TBC...
*Next time... we head back to Hawaii for more Max and Liz.
Chapter 22
Isabel and Jesse's apartment
Monday, June 3, 2002
9 pm, Roswell time
Isabel snuggled up next to her husband on their couch as they watched a DVD. They had just got back from visiting baby Alex at the Evans' home an hour ago, and Isabel hadn't been able to keep her mind off babies.
She didn't know how Jesse felt, but she herself wanted to start trying for a baby with her husband. She felt the timing was great: Jesse and her would be leaving Roswell by month's end to head to Boston, where Jesse would start his new job right after the Fourth of July.
They would be starting their new lives together, and Isabel couldn't think of a better thing then a child to add to their little family.
She nudged her husband and gave him a smile when he looked down at her. "Jesse, can we talk about something?" she asked. She waited patiently while he stopped the DVD and turned off the TV set, then turning to give her his full attention.
Never one to beat around the bush, Isabel cleared her throat and got straight to the point. "Jesse, how would you feel about us trying to have a baby, you know, now?" she asked, looking at him.
Jesse raised his eyebrows. Sure, the thought had crossed his mind, but he had thought Isabel wasn't ready. She was just turning twenty this summer. Then again, both of them were totally gone on Max and Liz's baby Alex. And Max and Liz were only eighteen, going on nineteen. He loved the thought of having a child with Isabel. But only if she was sure.
He reached out and smoothed a piece of Isabel's hair behind her ear, looking at her straight in the eyes. "I want to try to have a baby, Isabel," he told her, "But only if you're absolutely sure you're ready for this."
Isabel smiled. "I want to do this with you, Jesse," she whispered, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss quickly evolved into passion as Isabel crawled into Jesse's lap at his urging and straddled his waist and hips, pressing close to him.
Both were swept away in their passion as Jesse stood with her in his arms and carried her to their bed. They lay down together on it, their hands moving slowly over each other's bodies through their clothes; and eventually skin to skin as their clothes seemed to melt away.
Isabel clung to Jesse's shoulders as his mouth trailed over her every curve. She gasped his name as he lingered on her breasts and trailed love bites down her stomach. She eagerly parted her legs and let him ravish her intimate flesh with his tongue and lips. "Jesse," she moaned, as she climaxed.
Not giving her time to catch her breath, Jesse didn't wait and moved back up to kiss her, sliding himself in between her legs and then entering her to the hilt. Isabel gasped in surprised pleasure but found herself meeting his strokes, slow and long...but full of love and passion nonetheless.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Jesse slid his hands to her hips to pull her further into him as he lifted her with each thrust. Their moans grew louder and more frequent until they mingled, and you could no longer tell who was crying out when. The pace picked up as Isabel felt her body tighten almost unbearably just before she let go. She cried Jesse's name and dimly heard him groan as he exploded inside her.
They lay together, still joined, panting as they tried to catch their breath. They eventually parted and Jesse eased her down to his chest so they could cuddle. Their breathing slowed and evened out as they fell asleep.
*****
Michael's apartment
Same time
Maria threw her head back, her hands winding through her own hair as she expertly rocked herself on Michael.
Michael gazed up at her spellbound as he met her movements with his own. His hands came up to play with her nipples.
"Michael," Maria moaned breathlessly, and moved faster, feeling herself get closer and closer. Michael sat up and bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. Maria cried his name again and they both moved frantically til they hit their peaks, crying out simultaneously.
Exhausted, Michael slumped to the floor where they had attacked each other minutes ago and let Maria fall forward onto his chest.
When she could think again, Maria giggled. "We're so bad," she whispered, looking into his face.
"Yeah, you know you love it," Michael whispered back teasingly. Maria just nodded, sighing contentedly.
Eventually, the hardness of the floor got to them, and they stood, making their way to Michael's bedroom and crawling under the cool sheets, which felt amazing on their overheated bodies. Plus, it was like 90 degrees outside.
They held each other close, still reveling in the feeling of being reunited at last. Maria looked up at Michael. "So, what's next for us, Spaceboy?" she asked.
Michael looked at her. "I thought we'd head out to LA in a couple weeks or so," he told her. "See if we can make some contacts for you, and see if I can get a job."
Maria squealed excitedly. Michael was keeping his promise of letting her fulfill her dreams while still being with him. "I think we should track down Cal Langley," she said. "He has connections...a lot of them."
"Yeah, but after what happened with Max last fall, I'm not sure he'd want to set eyes on any aliens again," Michael cautioned her.
Maria shrugged her slim shoulders. "Well, we're not Max," she replied. "I'm sure I can win him over with a little charm," she added with a smirk.
Michael just sighed. He knew better than to try and talk her out of this one. "Once we make some arrangements, we'll head down there," he told her.
Maria nodded and snuggled back into his chest. They lay silently, just basking in the feel of being in each other's arms with no chaos surrounding them.
*******
A nightclub
Outskirts of Roswell
12:00 am
Early Tuesday, June 4, 2002
The music around Kyle pulsated as he tried desperately to keep up with his sexy date's hot dance moves. She was practically a live porno just for him as she grinded up against him, wriggling her ass into his crotch.
Kyle was dizzy with lust. He had called Serena earlier that night and asked her out. When she had suggested they go dancing, he'd agreed...even though he was practically a joke on any dance floor. So far, the night had been all about sexual tension.
They hadn't shared much conversation, minus pleasantries. Kyle planned on driving her home after the evening. Maybe they could talk then. He didn't know why, but he wanted to get to know this girl beyond their sexual attraction. She seemed to be making him forget all about his intense attraction to Isabel, his married best friend.
Kyle placed his hands on Serena's hips and aided her movements, copying them. The music slipped slowly into a sexy love song that Kyle couldn't recall the name of at the moment. The title of the song seemed unimportant as Serena turned to face him and stopped moving.
Kyle cleared his throat and held his arms out for her. She nodded and stepped into them. They pressed close together, moving slowly to the rhythm. Kyle buried his face in her neck, brushing her auburn curls behind her shoulders so he could press a soft kiss there.
Serena moaned her approval and smoothed her hands up and down his strong back and shoulders. Kyle felt his whole body come alive as he moved up her neck to her jawline, finally following that down to her chin.
Finally, their mouths met and Kyle couldn't suppress his own groan of pleasure. Liquid fire seemed to race through his veins and his heart pounded like a jackhammer. As they both deepened the kiss, and their tongues tangled together sweetly...Kyle felt dizzy.
They broke apart and stared at each other, continuing to move to the slow song. When the music once again changed, Serena moved out of his arms.
She surprised Kyle by taking him by the hand and leading him off the dance floor. They walked right out into the humid night air. Then she turned to face him.
"I just had this urge to go somewhere quiet and talk," she admitted, smoothing down her dark green satin spaghetti-strapped tank top. She had paired the top with a tight-fitting black miniskirt and dress sandals.
Kyle smiled. "Want to go for a drive?" he asked her, as they automatically were headed for his car. He was dressed in slacks and a tight black T-shirt himself.
Serena nodded. "I'd like that," she said.
Minutes later, the two were driving down the quiet roads just outside Roswell. Kyle felt like groaning when Serena's hand landed on his knee and playfully stroked his thigh. "Park somewhere," she said in a breathy whisper.
Too turned on to do anything else, Kyle swung the car onto a deserted desert road and drove far enough in so they couldn't easily be spotted from the main road, and parked.
The minute the engine was shut off, the two were turned toward each other and were kissing again. Kyle's hand went to the lever on his seat and he eased it back so he was reclining. He pulled back and met Serena's eyes.
Without a word, she crawled over her own seat and settled into his lap, once again leaning to kiss him. Kyle felt he had died and gone to heaven as they kissed again and again, their hands wandering over their clothes.
Serena was certainly a bold girl as she reached for Kyle's hands, placing them on her breasts. Kyle broke the kiss and looked up at her. "Are you sure you want to..."
Serena interrupted him. "Not all the way, Kyle," she said. "That comes later. Now I just want you to touch me."
Kyle nodded wordlessly and moved his hands in a massaging motion over her breasts, kneeding them gently. Serena moaned and arched into his hands. They continued to kiss as their crotches ground against each other.
It wasn't long before they were both topless and breathing hard as they clung to each other. Kyle stared in wonder at Serena's perfect body. He moved his hands down to hips to pull her even closer as he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck and shoulders.
Serena arched her head back as he finally touched a nipple with his tongue and eagerly sucked it into his mouth. She cried out softly and grinded harder against him as he continued to please her, then moving to the other one to give it the same attention. She couldn't stand the heat building in her. She needed to release it.
Slowly, she moved Kyle's hands to put them under her skirt. He didn't disappoint her, and she heard him groan loudly when discovering she only wore a lace thong. His fingers moved effortlessly into her moist center, and he shoved two fingers inside her. Serena bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure as he thrust them in and out at a delicious pace. Their lips met and Serena undid Kyle's pants, sliding her own hands inside to find his hardness.
She matched his pace as she stroked him, their kisses never slowly. Their breathing grew more erratic and Serena cried out breathlessly as she hit her peak hard, feeling Kyle's release as well.
They broke their kiss and just lay there as their breathing slowed. Kyle cleared his throat. "That was a surprise," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair.
Serena smiled up at him. "I really like you, Kyle," she said. "I would like to keep seeing you," she told him.
"I like you, too," Kyle replied. "And you can count on seeing me again. How about lunch tomorrow? Are you free?"
Serena smiled. "Sure, pick me up at noon."
Kyle agreed. Then, he peeked at his watch, pressing it to light the Indiglo. It was nearing one in the morning. "Well, we should head home," he said, letting her see the time.
She nodded and they quickly redressed and straightened their clothes.
Minutes later, Kyle was heading to Serena's apartment to drop her off, the both of them feeling closer after their encounter.
TBC...
*Next time... we head back to Hawaii for more Max and Liz.
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The One Thing We Both Did... MATURE (Chap. 23, 6/24/05)
*Thank you to everyone for all the feedback!
Chapter 23
The Royal Hawaiian
Max and Liz's hotel room
10 pm, Hawaii time
After a delicious dinner, which they lingered over for hours, Max and Liz were back in their hotel room.
The fresh scent of the ocean breeze had drawn the two out onto their private balcony. From that vantage point, they had been able to hear soft music playing several floors below by a jazz band. Several guests were still milling around the grounds, sipping at mai tai's complete with little umbrellas in their glasses. Everyone was dressed light and fresh, enjoying the perfect evening.
Max and Liz swayed slowly, wrapped in each other's arms, to the music. Blissfully happy, thier minds remained only on the bright future that stretched ahead, for them and their baby son.
Liz pulled back just enough from Max's embrace, looking at him with loving eyes. He returned the look, leaning down to kiss her softly.
The kiss was long, sweet and tender. Liz slowly moved up on her tiptoes to more firmly meet her husband's kiss.
Managing to keep the kiss going, Max reached down to sweep his wife into his arms and carry her to their bed. Once they were lying down, they wrapped themselves around each other, their hands slowly caressing each other's bodies. Their clothes seemed to melt away as they continued to kiss and touch.
Liz pushed Max onto his back, her mouth instantly finding his neck. She heard his groan of appreciation, and moved her soft kisses down her throat and shoulders. She traced her lips and tongue over his pectoral muscles, and every inch of his totally marvelous abs.
Reaching her destination, Liz lay facing her husband's large hard member, standing upright in arousal for her. Her small hand gently wrapped around it and she heard his hiss of pleasure an instant before she took him in her mouth.
Listening to his soft groans, she moved her mouth up and down over him in an easy rhythm for several minutes before she felt him reach to pull her up to him. She went willingly and they kissed deeply as he rolled them over, so he now lay over her.
Liz sighed and arched her head back as Max's mouth moved down her neck and shoulders, lower and lower, teasing her with his questing tongue as he followed the roundness of one breast in circles, until he reached the tip, where he then drew it into his mouth and began to suck at her strongly. Liz moaned his name as he continued his movements, her fingers coming up to wind through his hair as he switched to give the other his attention.
He moved on down her stomach, taking his time with her every curve. Liz's whole body was on fire and she ached for him. She eagerly spread her legs and finally she felt him ease his way between them and touch her with his tongue. She gasped and lay as still as she could, concentrating on the delicious pleasure that he was giving her. She felt herself wind tighter and tighter inside until she almost couldn't bear it, until she finally called his name as she came hard.
Max crawled up to hold her in his arms as she slowly came down and they kissed, softly. He moved smoothly in between her legs and slid into her in one smooth stroke.
Their hands found each other, entwining almost gracefully, and Liz wrapped her legs about Max's hips to feel him deeper within her, as they both began to move in a rhythm that soon had their breathing picking up and mingling with their sighs. They picked up the pace a little after several minutes.
Liz smiled as an idea came to her and held onto Max and she rolled them over. Surprisingly, it actually worked and she found herself straddled over Max. He had slipped out of her during the move, but Liz quickly sat up and sank back down on him with a sigh.
Max groaned as she began to move up and down, working herself over him. He could feel her getting hotter and wetter, and also tighter as she approached her climax. He felt his own building and cried out, just as she called his name, as well.
Liz let herself fall forward onto Max's chest. His arms came up to wrap around her and they held each other for several minutes as their breathing gradually slowed. When she could feel her legs again, Liz rolled to Max's side, and lay facing him as his arms shifted to accomodate her. She sighed as their lips met in a soft kiss. She lay her head against Max's chest, suddenly feeling sleepy.
It didn't take long for them to both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
*******
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
Max and Liz's hotel room
Early morning, 7 am
Liz was dreaming. She moaned softly in her sleep as she dreamed of Max kissing and licking her most intimate place, caressing her with fingers sure but gentle. She writhed on the bed, moving restlessly as she felt her body heating from the intense dream. But was it a dream?
As Liz moved slowly towards being awake, she began to notice more sensations, too good to be a dream. She actually could feel Max moving his fingers inside her and licking so gently at her core. She moaned and opened her eyes, looking down to discover Max.
Liz smiled and then cried out as Max suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth and she came hard with a gasp. As she came down, she barely felt Max crawl up to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Good morning," he said with a grin.
Liz returned the greeting and reached up to kiss him as he slid between her legs and then pressed inside her to the hilt. They both moaned as always at the delicious sensations spreading rapidly through their bodies and they began a slow rhythm, that took them higher and higher.
The morning loving was soft and slow, building in intensity just as slowly, but just as deliciously. Thier breathing picked up and matched as they both approached their mutual climaxes and cried out together.
Minutes later, as they lay together in each other's arms; Liz smiled up at him. "I thought I was dreaming before," she said, "I couldn't believe you were waking me up that way."
Max grinned. "Did you like it, though?" he asked.
Liz just smirked. "It was wonderful, Max," she said with a sigh, letting him kiss her softly.
"Are you hungry?" Max asked, after the kiss ended.
Liz nodded. "I'd like to shower first," she said,
Liz watched as he abruptly got out of bed, and then she squealed with laughter as he picked her up and boldly carried her into the bathroom, setting down by the tub as he went to work the faucets to heat the water.
Once they were under the hot spray, they easily got distracted by the sight of each other under the water, making them long to come together again. They shared long, drugging kisses as the water rained down around them.
Thier mutual groans of satisfaction filled the air as Max lifted Liz so she wrap her legs around his hips, and he didn't wait as he quickly entered her. They moved in a fast-paced rhythm, no taking their time this time.
The contrast of the cool shower wall at Liz's back and the heat building in her middle and the rest of her body was making Liz's head spin as she clung to Max, matching his drving rhythm with her own movements.
"Max, oh God, Max!" she cried, as she felt herself let go. He joined her with a loud groan and they both slumped against the wall, Liz slowly lowering her feet to the bathtub floor. They had to hodl each other up as they waited for their regular breathing patterns to return.
Once she could stand on her own again, Liz moved to turn the facuet slightly cooler so they could have a chance to cool off.
Max watched her arch her head back into the spray and shake her long hair. Despite their lovemaking just minutes ago, he felt a stab of lust surge through him and he reached for the bottle of shampoo the hotel generously provided.
Liz gave him a sultry smile and moved closer, watching him lather up his hands with the shampoo and then move into her hair, scrubbing in a gentle, almost erotic massage. She leaned into his caresses, never wanting the feeling to stop. Getting clean was never this pleasurable before. He took his time rinsing her hair afterward.
When he finally moved his hands away, Liz reached for the shampoo as well, eager to return the favour. Max moved his head closer to her hands so she could reach better as she treated him to her own brand of hairwashing massage.
The cleaning rituals continued as they took turns soaping up each other's bodies, not missing an inch. Both of them felt their breathing pick up, as the heat in their bodies demanded to know if they could satisfy each other again.
When they got out of the shower, Liz stood at the mirror towel-drying her hair and felt Max move behind her, pressing his renewed erection against her backside. She grinded back into him, hearing him groan. He backed up a few steps and she turned to look at him.
His eyes were almost black with lust. "Bend over, Liz," he asked softly. Liz felt her body melt inside. She knew what he wanted, and she realized she wanted it too, though they had never made love that way. She bent over the sink, bracing her hands against the sink's bowl. She felt Max ease between her legs. His fingers found her intimate flesh, giving her clit and few soft strokes and Liz cried out. She was already so wet for him. He didn't move his hand, or stop his rhythm as he slowly, almost unbearably slowly, slid into her.
"Oh Max," Liz moaned. She could feel him so deep within her, it was like he was now physically a part of her. Max began his rhythm slowly, but their breathing picked up quickly because of the delicious sensations. Max's fingers continued circling her clit, around it...and sometimes right on it as he continued to move in her. His other hand came up to massage her breast, pinching her nipple.
"Yes, Max....oh yes!" Liz cried, as she felt herself explode around him, but Max never stopped his rhythm...now moving faster inside her. All of his finger strokes on her clit were directly on it now as he circled the bud deliciously.
Liz was in heaven. She cried his name constantly, her body growing almost unbearably hot as she felt an even stronger climax wash over her, and then she screamed his name as she came hard. This time Max joined her with her name on his lips.
Max moved away from her and helped her into a standing position, turning her to pull her into his arms as they calmed themselves down.
Liz smiled up at him. "I think I need a little catnap after that," she said. "Let's go back to bed for a couple hours."
The two headed back ot bed. Once they were wrapped in each other's arms, they quickly fell asleep.
TBC...
Chapter 23
The Royal Hawaiian
Max and Liz's hotel room
10 pm, Hawaii time
After a delicious dinner, which they lingered over for hours, Max and Liz were back in their hotel room.
The fresh scent of the ocean breeze had drawn the two out onto their private balcony. From that vantage point, they had been able to hear soft music playing several floors below by a jazz band. Several guests were still milling around the grounds, sipping at mai tai's complete with little umbrellas in their glasses. Everyone was dressed light and fresh, enjoying the perfect evening.
Max and Liz swayed slowly, wrapped in each other's arms, to the music. Blissfully happy, thier minds remained only on the bright future that stretched ahead, for them and their baby son.
Liz pulled back just enough from Max's embrace, looking at him with loving eyes. He returned the look, leaning down to kiss her softly.
The kiss was long, sweet and tender. Liz slowly moved up on her tiptoes to more firmly meet her husband's kiss.
Managing to keep the kiss going, Max reached down to sweep his wife into his arms and carry her to their bed. Once they were lying down, they wrapped themselves around each other, their hands slowly caressing each other's bodies. Their clothes seemed to melt away as they continued to kiss and touch.
Liz pushed Max onto his back, her mouth instantly finding his neck. She heard his groan of appreciation, and moved her soft kisses down her throat and shoulders. She traced her lips and tongue over his pectoral muscles, and every inch of his totally marvelous abs.
Reaching her destination, Liz lay facing her husband's large hard member, standing upright in arousal for her. Her small hand gently wrapped around it and she heard his hiss of pleasure an instant before she took him in her mouth.
Listening to his soft groans, she moved her mouth up and down over him in an easy rhythm for several minutes before she felt him reach to pull her up to him. She went willingly and they kissed deeply as he rolled them over, so he now lay over her.
Liz sighed and arched her head back as Max's mouth moved down her neck and shoulders, lower and lower, teasing her with his questing tongue as he followed the roundness of one breast in circles, until he reached the tip, where he then drew it into his mouth and began to suck at her strongly. Liz moaned his name as he continued his movements, her fingers coming up to wind through his hair as he switched to give the other his attention.
He moved on down her stomach, taking his time with her every curve. Liz's whole body was on fire and she ached for him. She eagerly spread her legs and finally she felt him ease his way between them and touch her with his tongue. She gasped and lay as still as she could, concentrating on the delicious pleasure that he was giving her. She felt herself wind tighter and tighter inside until she almost couldn't bear it, until she finally called his name as she came hard.
Max crawled up to hold her in his arms as she slowly came down and they kissed, softly. He moved smoothly in between her legs and slid into her in one smooth stroke.
Their hands found each other, entwining almost gracefully, and Liz wrapped her legs about Max's hips to feel him deeper within her, as they both began to move in a rhythm that soon had their breathing picking up and mingling with their sighs. They picked up the pace a little after several minutes.
Liz smiled as an idea came to her and held onto Max and she rolled them over. Surprisingly, it actually worked and she found herself straddled over Max. He had slipped out of her during the move, but Liz quickly sat up and sank back down on him with a sigh.
Max groaned as she began to move up and down, working herself over him. He could feel her getting hotter and wetter, and also tighter as she approached her climax. He felt his own building and cried out, just as she called his name, as well.
Liz let herself fall forward onto Max's chest. His arms came up to wrap around her and they held each other for several minutes as their breathing gradually slowed. When she could feel her legs again, Liz rolled to Max's side, and lay facing him as his arms shifted to accomodate her. She sighed as their lips met in a soft kiss. She lay her head against Max's chest, suddenly feeling sleepy.
It didn't take long for them to both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
*******
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
Max and Liz's hotel room
Early morning, 7 am
Liz was dreaming. She moaned softly in her sleep as she dreamed of Max kissing and licking her most intimate place, caressing her with fingers sure but gentle. She writhed on the bed, moving restlessly as she felt her body heating from the intense dream. But was it a dream?
As Liz moved slowly towards being awake, she began to notice more sensations, too good to be a dream. She actually could feel Max moving his fingers inside her and licking so gently at her core. She moaned and opened her eyes, looking down to discover Max.
Liz smiled and then cried out as Max suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth and she came hard with a gasp. As she came down, she barely felt Max crawl up to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Good morning," he said with a grin.
Liz returned the greeting and reached up to kiss him as he slid between her legs and then pressed inside her to the hilt. They both moaned as always at the delicious sensations spreading rapidly through their bodies and they began a slow rhythm, that took them higher and higher.
The morning loving was soft and slow, building in intensity just as slowly, but just as deliciously. Thier breathing picked up and matched as they both approached their mutual climaxes and cried out together.
Minutes later, as they lay together in each other's arms; Liz smiled up at him. "I thought I was dreaming before," she said, "I couldn't believe you were waking me up that way."
Max grinned. "Did you like it, though?" he asked.
Liz just smirked. "It was wonderful, Max," she said with a sigh, letting him kiss her softly.
"Are you hungry?" Max asked, after the kiss ended.
Liz nodded. "I'd like to shower first," she said,
Liz watched as he abruptly got out of bed, and then she squealed with laughter as he picked her up and boldly carried her into the bathroom, setting down by the tub as he went to work the faucets to heat the water.
Once they were under the hot spray, they easily got distracted by the sight of each other under the water, making them long to come together again. They shared long, drugging kisses as the water rained down around them.
Thier mutual groans of satisfaction filled the air as Max lifted Liz so she wrap her legs around his hips, and he didn't wait as he quickly entered her. They moved in a fast-paced rhythm, no taking their time this time.
The contrast of the cool shower wall at Liz's back and the heat building in her middle and the rest of her body was making Liz's head spin as she clung to Max, matching his drving rhythm with her own movements.
"Max, oh God, Max!" she cried, as she felt herself let go. He joined her with a loud groan and they both slumped against the wall, Liz slowly lowering her feet to the bathtub floor. They had to hodl each other up as they waited for their regular breathing patterns to return.
Once she could stand on her own again, Liz moved to turn the facuet slightly cooler so they could have a chance to cool off.
Max watched her arch her head back into the spray and shake her long hair. Despite their lovemaking just minutes ago, he felt a stab of lust surge through him and he reached for the bottle of shampoo the hotel generously provided.
Liz gave him a sultry smile and moved closer, watching him lather up his hands with the shampoo and then move into her hair, scrubbing in a gentle, almost erotic massage. She leaned into his caresses, never wanting the feeling to stop. Getting clean was never this pleasurable before. He took his time rinsing her hair afterward.
When he finally moved his hands away, Liz reached for the shampoo as well, eager to return the favour. Max moved his head closer to her hands so she could reach better as she treated him to her own brand of hairwashing massage.
The cleaning rituals continued as they took turns soaping up each other's bodies, not missing an inch. Both of them felt their breathing pick up, as the heat in their bodies demanded to know if they could satisfy each other again.
When they got out of the shower, Liz stood at the mirror towel-drying her hair and felt Max move behind her, pressing his renewed erection against her backside. She grinded back into him, hearing him groan. He backed up a few steps and she turned to look at him.
His eyes were almost black with lust. "Bend over, Liz," he asked softly. Liz felt her body melt inside. She knew what he wanted, and she realized she wanted it too, though they had never made love that way. She bent over the sink, bracing her hands against the sink's bowl. She felt Max ease between her legs. His fingers found her intimate flesh, giving her clit and few soft strokes and Liz cried out. She was already so wet for him. He didn't move his hand, or stop his rhythm as he slowly, almost unbearably slowly, slid into her.
"Oh Max," Liz moaned. She could feel him so deep within her, it was like he was now physically a part of her. Max began his rhythm slowly, but their breathing picked up quickly because of the delicious sensations. Max's fingers continued circling her clit, around it...and sometimes right on it as he continued to move in her. His other hand came up to massage her breast, pinching her nipple.
"Yes, Max....oh yes!" Liz cried, as she felt herself explode around him, but Max never stopped his rhythm...now moving faster inside her. All of his finger strokes on her clit were directly on it now as he circled the bud deliciously.
Liz was in heaven. She cried his name constantly, her body growing almost unbearably hot as she felt an even stronger climax wash over her, and then she screamed his name as she came hard. This time Max joined her with her name on his lips.
Max moved away from her and helped her into a standing position, turning her to pull her into his arms as they calmed themselves down.
Liz smiled up at him. "I think I need a little catnap after that," she said. "Let's go back to bed for a couple hours."
The two headed back ot bed. Once they were wrapped in each other's arms, they quickly fell asleep.
TBC...
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The One Thing We Both...(M/L, MATURE) Chapter 24, 7/6/05 pg7
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Chapter 24
The Colorado Mountains
Nearing midnight
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
A man, clothed all in black slowly scanned the empty open spaces around him. This place was a far cry from the city he called home. He calmly took a drag from his cigarette and swept the tail of his black trenchcoat behind him as he walked on.
Suddenly, he squinted as he saw a young, female figure curled up on the ground. As he drew closer, she appeared to be unconscious. She had a few bruises on her face, and a wild tangle of blonde curls was falling across her cheek.
The man smirked. So this was why he had gotten the feeling he needed to go to the mountains. This girl was one of the female hybrids, one of the Royal Four he had been swore to protect, though he resented the thought.
He sighed and leaned down to pick the girl up. He wondered how long she had been out. Never mind. He would get them both back to his home, and when she woke up...she would answer his questions.
He strode off into the night with the girl in his arms without a backward glance.
*********
The Royal Hawaiian
The beach
4:20 pm
Friday, June 7, 2002
Liz giggled and tried to stay upright on the ridiculously flimsy surfboard beneath her. She had fallen into the ocean's waves many times today, but she had managed to catch a few waves.
Well, it didn't look like she would make this one, either. Liz screamed in mock fright as she lost her balance and tumbled into the sea. When she surfaced, she scanned the waves for her husband.
Unlike her, Max had picked up surfing quite well and was handling himself wonderfully. Their instructor, Brian was watching from shore, laughing himself at Liz's latest fall.
Liz and Max had begun taking surfing lessons on Tuesday. After four days of the sport, they were getting used to it, but they needed improvement, especially Liz.
Liz reached for her board as it floated past her. She threw herself onto it lying down and swam her way towards shore. She saw Max was heading towards Brian as well.
Brian smiled at her. "You did quite well, Liz," he praised her. The two had a surfing lesson every day until Sunday, from 3:30-4:30 pm.
Liz smiled back. "Thanks, but I know I need improvement," she said, bringing her hands to her wet hair and wringing the water from it.
"Nobody learns surfing in this short a time," Brian countered, and then turned to Max. "You did well, too, Max," he said. "I'm sure you'll both be able to handle yourselves by Sunday."
Max nodded, wrapping his arm about Liz's shoulders. The two exchanged goodbye's with Brian, knowing they'd see him tomorrow. Brian walked off with the rented surfboards.
Hand in hand, Max and Liz walked up the beach towards the hotel. So far, their honeymoon had been like a dream come true.
Besides their surfing lessons, Max and Liz spent their mornings from 10-11 learning to sail with an instructor. Early afternoons were spent relaxing by the pool, or milling around the hotel's shops, looking for small gifts for their friends and family. They had already bought Alex a few stuffed animals.
Before dinner they usually returned to their hotel room to freshen up, and most often they would make love before they went to eat. After dinner, they would sip at non-alcoholic drinks at the bar, dancing at times to the music that the hotel played evey night. Last night, they had become involved in a huge beach volley ball game by twilight, everyone just playing for fun. Max and Liz had met several nice couples during their stay here.
Every morning and night, they called home to check on Alex, who was doing just fine at the Evans, crawling around and looking curiously at everything in the big house. Max and Liz missed their son and couldn't wait to go home so they could plan him a big birthday party.
Philip Evans had made the arrangements to obtain a birth certificate for Alex. Max and Liz had settled on June 21 as his birthday. First day of the Summer Solstice, in most cases. Once they got home, they could file the paperwork and plan the party.
Minutes later, Max and Liz were back in their hotel room, moving instantly to the bathroom to shower. They had to get the salt and sand off their skin. Never two people to rush, Max and Liz had made a ritual of shampooing each other's hair and washing each other's bodies. They took their time, loving the soft caresses of the other.
Every time they showered together it turned them both into puddles of desire, and it always ended with them making love. This time was no exception.
As they finished rinsing the soap off their bodies, Max swept Liz into a passionate kiss which she returned eagerly, lifting her arms to wrap about his shoulders and back. Her body was already on fire for her husband and she moaned when he lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the shower. He set her down momentarily to turn off the water and they wrapped themselves in towels before he was carrying her to the bed.
Tangled on the bed together, they ran the towels quickly over their bodies, trying to dry themselves in between kisses. Liz smiled wickedly when they tossed the towels to the floor. She pushed Max onto his back and crawled up close to his face on the pillow. She longed to try something she had only ever read about. Facing his feet, she smiled saucily at him and straddled his face, leaning her core towards his mouth.
She heard his groan and balanced her hands on his chest, slowly lowering herself down so she was level with his hardness, carefully taking it one hand and stroking it gently. Max didn't disappoint on her end and he carefully pressed two fingers inside her rapidly dampening center and thrust them in and out in a delicious rhythm.
Liz moaned as he took his tongue and began to lick at her in tandem with his thrusts, and she took his hardness in her mouth, easily matching the same rhythm he was treating her to above. Their breathing quickened, their moans and cries growing louder and more frequent as they continued their intimate loving for awhile. Liz could feel her body growing tighter and tighter with her arousal and she moaned loudly as she exploded, at the same time feeling Max's cock swell and then she felt his warmth in her mouth.
Shaking with release, Liz swallowed carefully and then slowly rolled off Max, turning herself around so she could crawl into his arms. They held each other as they came down from their high, and then they began to share kisses again.
It didn't take them long to get riled up again, and their hands started to wander over each other's skin. Max lingered over Liz's breasts and stomach, kissing, licking, and sucking at her smooth flesh. Their eyes met as Max finally slid between her legs and then he thrust into her fully, making them both moan with sensation.
Wanting him as deep as he could go, Liz raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she matched his driving rhythm. Their breathing picked up as they approached their climaxes simultaneously and cried out together.
After this latest session, Liz wasn't tired at all. She lay with Max for several minutes, sighing as she looked out the balcony doors at the perfect blue sky with traces of white clouds that looked like white icing on a cake.
"You want to go eat, Max?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.
Max kissed her in response. "Okay," he said. The two went about getting dressed and Liz brushed out her tangled hair. "You want to go for a walk on the beach after, Liz?" Max asked her.
Liz smiled at him. "I'd love to," she said. The walk really would feel good after another sumptuous dinner. Max and Liz had eaten the hotel's meals for every meal, and Liz knew she wouldn't be able to manage going home without having gained at least five pounds. Oh well. With a small, crawling child in the house she could easily lose the weight as she kept up with her growing son.
Minutes later, the two were headed downstairs.
*******
The beach
7:30 pm
Liz and Max strolled hand in hand through the sand, clutching at their sandals with their free hands...so they could get the full effect of the warm sand in between their toes. They occasionally stopped to look out over the water and see the sun sinking in the west horizon. It would still be over an hour til sunset, but the view was spectacular nonetheless.
Liz looked back at the hotel, which was becoming smaller and smaller behind them. They were virtually alone on the beach, as the other hotel guests were closer to the hotel, or still enjoying dinner...or other things.
Max tugged on her hand and motioned her to look ahead. Liz smiled when he led her towards an outcropping of rocks. The rocks formed a type of shelter, but was open to face the beach. No one would be able to see them in there.
Liz followed her husband into the makeshift cave and sat down carefully on the sand. She was wearing jean cutoffs and a lavendar coloured tank top, while Max wore khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt.
She didn't mind getting sand on her clothes, as long as she could be in Max's arms. No sooner had they cuddled up together, when they began to kiss again.
Their desire quickly built, and surpringly, neither put up the slightest hesistation as they stripped off their clothes. They explored each other's bodies, driving each other crazy. Liz let her moans carry into the wind and she clutched at Max's shoulders as he slowly and methodically licked her intimately, not missing an inch.
She cried out in pleasure as Max held her hips firmly and licked over her clit; tiny licks that were drving her slowly crazy. She felt her body heating up and she cried out almost constantly as she felt her pleasure spiral higher and higher until she exploded with his name on her lips.
She didn't have time to calm down before Max had moved up to kiss her mouth as he slid inside her. She moaned and quickly matched his driving rhythm, feeling her body start the climb towards another climax. Max reached in between their driving bodies and ran his thumb in circles over her clit. "Oh God, yes...Max!" she cried, this climax better than the last.
Max suddenly rolled over, holding her hips in place as he took her with him. Liz moaned and took the hint, bracing her hands on his chest as she sat up, sinking herself further down on him. Max's hands played with her nipples and Liz cried out as she found her own rhythm.
She worked herself over him, throwing her head back. She head Max's loud groan and felt him shudder inside her with his climax. She joined him with her own cries as she climaxed again.
Liz fell forward onto Max's chest, entirely drained. As they came back down to earth, Liz giggled as she realized she was covered in sand...and it really was everywhere. She showed Max and they laughed together as they realized they looked like they had been buried in sand.
They stood up, brushing themselves off as best they could, qucikly redressing. Liz fixed her hair, and together they looked out towards the hotel.
They had gotten lucky. There was no one around who could have heard them from this point. Liz sighed in relief and held onto Max's hand as they strolled casually back to the hotel, feeling more alive than ever.
TBC...
Chapter 24
The Colorado Mountains
Nearing midnight
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
A man, clothed all in black slowly scanned the empty open spaces around him. This place was a far cry from the city he called home. He calmly took a drag from his cigarette and swept the tail of his black trenchcoat behind him as he walked on.
Suddenly, he squinted as he saw a young, female figure curled up on the ground. As he drew closer, she appeared to be unconscious. She had a few bruises on her face, and a wild tangle of blonde curls was falling across her cheek.
The man smirked. So this was why he had gotten the feeling he needed to go to the mountains. This girl was one of the female hybrids, one of the Royal Four he had been swore to protect, though he resented the thought.
He sighed and leaned down to pick the girl up. He wondered how long she had been out. Never mind. He would get them both back to his home, and when she woke up...she would answer his questions.
He strode off into the night with the girl in his arms without a backward glance.
*********
The Royal Hawaiian
The beach
4:20 pm
Friday, June 7, 2002
Liz giggled and tried to stay upright on the ridiculously flimsy surfboard beneath her. She had fallen into the ocean's waves many times today, but she had managed to catch a few waves.
Well, it didn't look like she would make this one, either. Liz screamed in mock fright as she lost her balance and tumbled into the sea. When she surfaced, she scanned the waves for her husband.
Unlike her, Max had picked up surfing quite well and was handling himself wonderfully. Their instructor, Brian was watching from shore, laughing himself at Liz's latest fall.
Liz and Max had begun taking surfing lessons on Tuesday. After four days of the sport, they were getting used to it, but they needed improvement, especially Liz.
Liz reached for her board as it floated past her. She threw herself onto it lying down and swam her way towards shore. She saw Max was heading towards Brian as well.
Brian smiled at her. "You did quite well, Liz," he praised her. The two had a surfing lesson every day until Sunday, from 3:30-4:30 pm.
Liz smiled back. "Thanks, but I know I need improvement," she said, bringing her hands to her wet hair and wringing the water from it.
"Nobody learns surfing in this short a time," Brian countered, and then turned to Max. "You did well, too, Max," he said. "I'm sure you'll both be able to handle yourselves by Sunday."
Max nodded, wrapping his arm about Liz's shoulders. The two exchanged goodbye's with Brian, knowing they'd see him tomorrow. Brian walked off with the rented surfboards.
Hand in hand, Max and Liz walked up the beach towards the hotel. So far, their honeymoon had been like a dream come true.
Besides their surfing lessons, Max and Liz spent their mornings from 10-11 learning to sail with an instructor. Early afternoons were spent relaxing by the pool, or milling around the hotel's shops, looking for small gifts for their friends and family. They had already bought Alex a few stuffed animals.
Before dinner they usually returned to their hotel room to freshen up, and most often they would make love before they went to eat. After dinner, they would sip at non-alcoholic drinks at the bar, dancing at times to the music that the hotel played evey night. Last night, they had become involved in a huge beach volley ball game by twilight, everyone just playing for fun. Max and Liz had met several nice couples during their stay here.
Every morning and night, they called home to check on Alex, who was doing just fine at the Evans, crawling around and looking curiously at everything in the big house. Max and Liz missed their son and couldn't wait to go home so they could plan him a big birthday party.
Philip Evans had made the arrangements to obtain a birth certificate for Alex. Max and Liz had settled on June 21 as his birthday. First day of the Summer Solstice, in most cases. Once they got home, they could file the paperwork and plan the party.
Minutes later, Max and Liz were back in their hotel room, moving instantly to the bathroom to shower. They had to get the salt and sand off their skin. Never two people to rush, Max and Liz had made a ritual of shampooing each other's hair and washing each other's bodies. They took their time, loving the soft caresses of the other.
Every time they showered together it turned them both into puddles of desire, and it always ended with them making love. This time was no exception.
As they finished rinsing the soap off their bodies, Max swept Liz into a passionate kiss which she returned eagerly, lifting her arms to wrap about his shoulders and back. Her body was already on fire for her husband and she moaned when he lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the shower. He set her down momentarily to turn off the water and they wrapped themselves in towels before he was carrying her to the bed.
Tangled on the bed together, they ran the towels quickly over their bodies, trying to dry themselves in between kisses. Liz smiled wickedly when they tossed the towels to the floor. She pushed Max onto his back and crawled up close to his face on the pillow. She longed to try something she had only ever read about. Facing his feet, she smiled saucily at him and straddled his face, leaning her core towards his mouth.
She heard his groan and balanced her hands on his chest, slowly lowering herself down so she was level with his hardness, carefully taking it one hand and stroking it gently. Max didn't disappoint on her end and he carefully pressed two fingers inside her rapidly dampening center and thrust them in and out in a delicious rhythm.
Liz moaned as he took his tongue and began to lick at her in tandem with his thrusts, and she took his hardness in her mouth, easily matching the same rhythm he was treating her to above. Their breathing quickened, their moans and cries growing louder and more frequent as they continued their intimate loving for awhile. Liz could feel her body growing tighter and tighter with her arousal and she moaned loudly as she exploded, at the same time feeling Max's cock swell and then she felt his warmth in her mouth.
Shaking with release, Liz swallowed carefully and then slowly rolled off Max, turning herself around so she could crawl into his arms. They held each other as they came down from their high, and then they began to share kisses again.
It didn't take them long to get riled up again, and their hands started to wander over each other's skin. Max lingered over Liz's breasts and stomach, kissing, licking, and sucking at her smooth flesh. Their eyes met as Max finally slid between her legs and then he thrust into her fully, making them both moan with sensation.
Wanting him as deep as he could go, Liz raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she matched his driving rhythm. Their breathing picked up as they approached their climaxes simultaneously and cried out together.
After this latest session, Liz wasn't tired at all. She lay with Max for several minutes, sighing as she looked out the balcony doors at the perfect blue sky with traces of white clouds that looked like white icing on a cake.
"You want to go eat, Max?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.
Max kissed her in response. "Okay," he said. The two went about getting dressed and Liz brushed out her tangled hair. "You want to go for a walk on the beach after, Liz?" Max asked her.
Liz smiled at him. "I'd love to," she said. The walk really would feel good after another sumptuous dinner. Max and Liz had eaten the hotel's meals for every meal, and Liz knew she wouldn't be able to manage going home without having gained at least five pounds. Oh well. With a small, crawling child in the house she could easily lose the weight as she kept up with her growing son.
Minutes later, the two were headed downstairs.
*******
The beach
7:30 pm
Liz and Max strolled hand in hand through the sand, clutching at their sandals with their free hands...so they could get the full effect of the warm sand in between their toes. They occasionally stopped to look out over the water and see the sun sinking in the west horizon. It would still be over an hour til sunset, but the view was spectacular nonetheless.
Liz looked back at the hotel, which was becoming smaller and smaller behind them. They were virtually alone on the beach, as the other hotel guests were closer to the hotel, or still enjoying dinner...or other things.
Max tugged on her hand and motioned her to look ahead. Liz smiled when he led her towards an outcropping of rocks. The rocks formed a type of shelter, but was open to face the beach. No one would be able to see them in there.
Liz followed her husband into the makeshift cave and sat down carefully on the sand. She was wearing jean cutoffs and a lavendar coloured tank top, while Max wore khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt.
She didn't mind getting sand on her clothes, as long as she could be in Max's arms. No sooner had they cuddled up together, when they began to kiss again.
Their desire quickly built, and surpringly, neither put up the slightest hesistation as they stripped off their clothes. They explored each other's bodies, driving each other crazy. Liz let her moans carry into the wind and she clutched at Max's shoulders as he slowly and methodically licked her intimately, not missing an inch.
She cried out in pleasure as Max held her hips firmly and licked over her clit; tiny licks that were drving her slowly crazy. She felt her body heating up and she cried out almost constantly as she felt her pleasure spiral higher and higher until she exploded with his name on her lips.
She didn't have time to calm down before Max had moved up to kiss her mouth as he slid inside her. She moaned and quickly matched his driving rhythm, feeling her body start the climb towards another climax. Max reached in between their driving bodies and ran his thumb in circles over her clit. "Oh God, yes...Max!" she cried, this climax better than the last.
Max suddenly rolled over, holding her hips in place as he took her with him. Liz moaned and took the hint, bracing her hands on his chest as she sat up, sinking herself further down on him. Max's hands played with her nipples and Liz cried out as she found her own rhythm.
She worked herself over him, throwing her head back. She head Max's loud groan and felt him shudder inside her with his climax. She joined him with her own cries as she climaxed again.
Liz fell forward onto Max's chest, entirely drained. As they came back down to earth, Liz giggled as she realized she was covered in sand...and it really was everywhere. She showed Max and they laughed together as they realized they looked like they had been buried in sand.
They stood up, brushing themselves off as best they could, qucikly redressing. Liz fixed her hair, and together they looked out towards the hotel.
They had gotten lucky. There was no one around who could have heard them from this point. Liz sighed in relief and held onto Max's hand as they strolled casually back to the hotel, feeling more alive than ever.
TBC...
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The One Thing We Both...ADULT, M/L, CC (Chapter 25, 8/30/05)
*Thank you to everyone for the wonderful feedback! I am so sorry for the long wait, it's been a busy summer at work, and I had good old writer's block for a few weeks. Enjoy!
The One Thing We Both Did Perfectly
Chapter 25
Cal’s LA Mansion
Los Angeles, California
Saturday, June 8, 2002
9pm, Pacific Time
Cal’s watchful eyes never left the disheveled, petite girl lying on the couch mere inches from him as he stubbed out his finished cigarette into an ashtray.
The alien hybrid girl, also known as Tess Harding – a betrayer to her own…had not yet awoken since he had discovered her unconscious form out near the Colorado Mountains just yesterday. Cal couldn’t wait until the girl woke up so he could grill her with questions.
Lord knew he hated Max Evans, the once—and (though extremely doubtful) future king of Antar. Max had very nearly forced Cal to leave the planet he had come to love as a home. He had built his whole life: nearly sixty years of it…in Los Angeles. He truly loved it. The movies, the celebrities…and best of all, he himself was well-known and loved.
A soft moan from the couch drew his attention. He watched as Tess’ eyes fluttered and opened slowly.
Cal sat back in his seat, sipping his iced tea calmly as he watched her eyes widen and then she bolted to a sitting position, gasping in pain as she moved to touch the back of her head gingerly. Her eyes moved quickly over the room until they finally rested on him.
“Who…who are you?” she asked carefully, her tone wary. “Where am I, how did I get here?”
Cal halted her stream of questions by holding up his hand. “Cool down, Tessie,” he said coolly. “There’s plenty of things we should discuss…and we will,” he continued.
“How do you know my name?” Tess asked, worry growing in her voice.
“I know everything about you, Tess,” Cal said smoothly. “I know you’re an alien hybrid, hatched in Roswell in 1989. I know you came back to Roswell in the year 2000 and worked your way into Max’s life. You concocted an elaborate scheme to steal Max’s child with the love of his life and tried to pass him off as your own. But, the kicker, my dear…is that you failed. Max and his new wife have their son. To answer your question, I am the other shapeshifter, like…Nasedo, I think you called him.”
Tess’ mouth had been hanging open the whole time he had been speaking. “You’re the other protector,” she said softly. “Are you on Max’s side, or mine?” she asked.
Cal just looked at her, remaining silent. She would know everything in time.
*****
The Royal Hawaiian
Honolulu, Hawaii
Max and Liz’s hotel room
Early Sunday, June 9, 2002
“Oh God, yes Max,” Liz moaned, arching her back in pure pleasure and stretching her arms above her head.
She uttered soft cries of pleasure as Max slowly licked every inch of her core, taking his time to bring her to ecstasy. He slowly moved a finger in and out of her rapidly moistening depths, mimicking the act of lovemaking that would soon follow.
Liz’s cries grew steadily louder as her body tightened deliciously. She called her husband’s name, bucking lightly into his mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure. She dimly felt Max crawl up her quivering body and cup her face to bring her lips to his. She melted into the kiss, winding her arms around his neck.
Husband and wife exchanged mutual moans of satisfaction as they joined their bodies, slipping easily into a slow rhythm.
Their hands wandered over every inch of each other’s bodies, kissing deeply as they slowly built their pleasure. Their breathing picked up, along with the frequency of their moans and cries. Max reached in between their straining, sweat-slicked bodies, moving his thumb over his wife’s clit. He felt her tense and she called his name loudly as she exploded.
Without halting their movements, Max rolled them over swiftly, bringing Liz on top of him. She gave him a pleasure-filled smile and moved to straddle him, sitting up and bracing her hands on his chest for leverage as she slowly began to rock herself over him, once again building each other’s pleasure.
Max’s hands wandered up to play with Liz’s nipples, rolling them smoothly between his fingers. He pinched lightly and Liz gasped, working her body faster over his. Suddenly, she stiffened, throwing her head back and screaming Max’s name as she came a second time, stronger than the first. She heard Max’s hoarse groan as she fell forward onto his chest.
Max’s arms came around her and he rolled them both onto their sides. They lay there together, trying to calm their breathing.
It had been a wonderful honeymoon, just the start of their wonderful lives together, just with each other and baby Alex. Their flight home was at 11am that coming morning. However, they weren’t sorry their vacation was over. They missed their baby, along with their family and friends.
Their final surfing lesson had been just yesterday, and they were both passable…able to call themselves beginners, with growing skills.
Liz snuggled closer to Max and was soon slowly lulled into sleep by the fresh evening breeze and Max was soon to follow.
*****
Valenti home
Roswell
Sunday, June 9, 2002
1:30 am
Kyle and Serena lay entwined on Kyle’s bed, exchanging heated kisses that were rapidly building in intensity. The two had been inseperable all week, ever since their first date. They always stopped their passion when it looked to go to the next level, truly wanting to take their time, but once again…resisting was looking to be hard.
It was a rather humid night, and Kyle’s blood had been starting raging with arousal when Serena had shown up on his doorstep 20 minutes ago, wearing extremely short shorts and a baby blue halter top, leaving miles of legs, toned arms, and flat stomach bare to his view.
He himself had only been wearing a pair of khaki shorts. He had been lounging out in the living room, enjoying the freedom of his empty house for the night. Serena had walked right in and planted herself on his lap, kissing him senseless.
Now, as they removed each other’s clothes…he never wanted to stop kissing her. After nearly a week of fooling around and getting to know each other, he knew what pleased her. He moved down so his mouth was level with one of her breasts and pulled a nipple strongly into his mouth, sucking hard.
Serena gasped and moaned his name as he worked her nipple, licking and nibbling it. His fingers came up to pinch the other nipple between two fingers repeatedly. She arched up into him, rubbing against his bared arousal. Kyle groaned and let her grind into him. He reciprocated her movements, switching his mouth to the opposite breast, while his hand manipulated the one he had just left.
Their breathing grew heavy and their moans mingled as they grinded into each other. Finally, Kyle pulled back. He saw Serena’s look of disappointment and he grinned to himself, moving swiftly down her body and eagerly spreading her legs. He nuzzled his face into her moist curls and she rewarded him with a whimper when his tongue found her heat.
Kyle moved his fingers up to her core and slowly pushed two of them inside her, moving them in a fast rhythm. Serena’s cries turned constant and when his mouth found her clit and sucked, she let go…calling his name hoarsely.
He moved up to take her in his arms, and they kissed…and he was once again in between her thighs, his hardness brushing against her center. Serena pulled back from the kiss. “I want to make love, Kyle,” she whispered softly.
Kyle nodded and kissed her. He cared so much for her already. He reached over to his drawer. Minutes later, he was protected and back in her arms. Their arms and legs entwined and their eyes met as Kyle thrust inside her to the hilt.
Their mutual sigh of pleasure filled the room as they quickly found a delicious rhythm. They moved faster and faster, their bodies quickly heating up. Kyle reached in between their straining bodies and thumbed her clit until her cry joined his as they exploded together.
There was barely any sleep that night, as the new lovers made love over and over, letting their feelings rule them.
******
Isabel and Jesse’s apartment
Roswell
9 am
Sunday, June 9, 2002
Isabel sat back on the rim of the bathtub, a slow smile curving her lovely face as her hand went to her abdomen. She had been sick just minutes before, and just received a flash. Her and Jesse were going to have a baby.
She was absolutely thrilled, and wanted to make an appointment that very day to confirm her pregnancy. She quickly left the bathroom, trying to hide the bounce in her step. Jesse had gone to meet his mother for brunch, so she would be able to make this call in private.
The call made moments later, Isabel went off to get dressed, humming a lullaby under her breath.
*****
Two hours later
Albuquerque Airport
11 am, Roswell time
Liz and Max were home. Michael and Maria had arrived to pick them up at the airport moments earlier, and Liz was getting the breath squeezed out of her by Maria.
The four friends talked incessantly all the way back to Roswell, blissfully happy.
No one in Roswell knew what was happening in LA at that time. It would once again change their lives upon revelation.
TBC…Whatever is going on in LA, is going to come out in bits and pieces in the chapters to come. Keep reading!
The One Thing We Both Did Perfectly
Chapter 25
Cal’s LA Mansion
Los Angeles, California
Saturday, June 8, 2002
9pm, Pacific Time
Cal’s watchful eyes never left the disheveled, petite girl lying on the couch mere inches from him as he stubbed out his finished cigarette into an ashtray.
The alien hybrid girl, also known as Tess Harding – a betrayer to her own…had not yet awoken since he had discovered her unconscious form out near the Colorado Mountains just yesterday. Cal couldn’t wait until the girl woke up so he could grill her with questions.
Lord knew he hated Max Evans, the once—and (though extremely doubtful) future king of Antar. Max had very nearly forced Cal to leave the planet he had come to love as a home. He had built his whole life: nearly sixty years of it…in Los Angeles. He truly loved it. The movies, the celebrities…and best of all, he himself was well-known and loved.
A soft moan from the couch drew his attention. He watched as Tess’ eyes fluttered and opened slowly.
Cal sat back in his seat, sipping his iced tea calmly as he watched her eyes widen and then she bolted to a sitting position, gasping in pain as she moved to touch the back of her head gingerly. Her eyes moved quickly over the room until they finally rested on him.
“Who…who are you?” she asked carefully, her tone wary. “Where am I, how did I get here?”
Cal halted her stream of questions by holding up his hand. “Cool down, Tessie,” he said coolly. “There’s plenty of things we should discuss…and we will,” he continued.
“How do you know my name?” Tess asked, worry growing in her voice.
“I know everything about you, Tess,” Cal said smoothly. “I know you’re an alien hybrid, hatched in Roswell in 1989. I know you came back to Roswell in the year 2000 and worked your way into Max’s life. You concocted an elaborate scheme to steal Max’s child with the love of his life and tried to pass him off as your own. But, the kicker, my dear…is that you failed. Max and his new wife have their son. To answer your question, I am the other shapeshifter, like…Nasedo, I think you called him.”
Tess’ mouth had been hanging open the whole time he had been speaking. “You’re the other protector,” she said softly. “Are you on Max’s side, or mine?” she asked.
Cal just looked at her, remaining silent. She would know everything in time.
*****
The Royal Hawaiian
Honolulu, Hawaii
Max and Liz’s hotel room
Early Sunday, June 9, 2002
“Oh God, yes Max,” Liz moaned, arching her back in pure pleasure and stretching her arms above her head.
She uttered soft cries of pleasure as Max slowly licked every inch of her core, taking his time to bring her to ecstasy. He slowly moved a finger in and out of her rapidly moistening depths, mimicking the act of lovemaking that would soon follow.
Liz’s cries grew steadily louder as her body tightened deliciously. She called her husband’s name, bucking lightly into his mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure. She dimly felt Max crawl up her quivering body and cup her face to bring her lips to his. She melted into the kiss, winding her arms around his neck.
Husband and wife exchanged mutual moans of satisfaction as they joined their bodies, slipping easily into a slow rhythm.
Their hands wandered over every inch of each other’s bodies, kissing deeply as they slowly built their pleasure. Their breathing picked up, along with the frequency of their moans and cries. Max reached in between their straining, sweat-slicked bodies, moving his thumb over his wife’s clit. He felt her tense and she called his name loudly as she exploded.
Without halting their movements, Max rolled them over swiftly, bringing Liz on top of him. She gave him a pleasure-filled smile and moved to straddle him, sitting up and bracing her hands on his chest for leverage as she slowly began to rock herself over him, once again building each other’s pleasure.
Max’s hands wandered up to play with Liz’s nipples, rolling them smoothly between his fingers. He pinched lightly and Liz gasped, working her body faster over his. Suddenly, she stiffened, throwing her head back and screaming Max’s name as she came a second time, stronger than the first. She heard Max’s hoarse groan as she fell forward onto his chest.
Max’s arms came around her and he rolled them both onto their sides. They lay there together, trying to calm their breathing.
It had been a wonderful honeymoon, just the start of their wonderful lives together, just with each other and baby Alex. Their flight home was at 11am that coming morning. However, they weren’t sorry their vacation was over. They missed their baby, along with their family and friends.
Their final surfing lesson had been just yesterday, and they were both passable…able to call themselves beginners, with growing skills.
Liz snuggled closer to Max and was soon slowly lulled into sleep by the fresh evening breeze and Max was soon to follow.
*****
Valenti home
Roswell
Sunday, June 9, 2002
1:30 am
Kyle and Serena lay entwined on Kyle’s bed, exchanging heated kisses that were rapidly building in intensity. The two had been inseperable all week, ever since their first date. They always stopped their passion when it looked to go to the next level, truly wanting to take their time, but once again…resisting was looking to be hard.
It was a rather humid night, and Kyle’s blood had been starting raging with arousal when Serena had shown up on his doorstep 20 minutes ago, wearing extremely short shorts and a baby blue halter top, leaving miles of legs, toned arms, and flat stomach bare to his view.
He himself had only been wearing a pair of khaki shorts. He had been lounging out in the living room, enjoying the freedom of his empty house for the night. Serena had walked right in and planted herself on his lap, kissing him senseless.
Now, as they removed each other’s clothes…he never wanted to stop kissing her. After nearly a week of fooling around and getting to know each other, he knew what pleased her. He moved down so his mouth was level with one of her breasts and pulled a nipple strongly into his mouth, sucking hard.
Serena gasped and moaned his name as he worked her nipple, licking and nibbling it. His fingers came up to pinch the other nipple between two fingers repeatedly. She arched up into him, rubbing against his bared arousal. Kyle groaned and let her grind into him. He reciprocated her movements, switching his mouth to the opposite breast, while his hand manipulated the one he had just left.
Their breathing grew heavy and their moans mingled as they grinded into each other. Finally, Kyle pulled back. He saw Serena’s look of disappointment and he grinned to himself, moving swiftly down her body and eagerly spreading her legs. He nuzzled his face into her moist curls and she rewarded him with a whimper when his tongue found her heat.
Kyle moved his fingers up to her core and slowly pushed two of them inside her, moving them in a fast rhythm. Serena’s cries turned constant and when his mouth found her clit and sucked, she let go…calling his name hoarsely.
He moved up to take her in his arms, and they kissed…and he was once again in between her thighs, his hardness brushing against her center. Serena pulled back from the kiss. “I want to make love, Kyle,” she whispered softly.
Kyle nodded and kissed her. He cared so much for her already. He reached over to his drawer. Minutes later, he was protected and back in her arms. Their arms and legs entwined and their eyes met as Kyle thrust inside her to the hilt.
Their mutual sigh of pleasure filled the room as they quickly found a delicious rhythm. They moved faster and faster, their bodies quickly heating up. Kyle reached in between their straining bodies and thumbed her clit until her cry joined his as they exploded together.
There was barely any sleep that night, as the new lovers made love over and over, letting their feelings rule them.
******
Isabel and Jesse’s apartment
Roswell
9 am
Sunday, June 9, 2002
Isabel sat back on the rim of the bathtub, a slow smile curving her lovely face as her hand went to her abdomen. She had been sick just minutes before, and just received a flash. Her and Jesse were going to have a baby.
She was absolutely thrilled, and wanted to make an appointment that very day to confirm her pregnancy. She quickly left the bathroom, trying to hide the bounce in her step. Jesse had gone to meet his mother for brunch, so she would be able to make this call in private.
The call made moments later, Isabel went off to get dressed, humming a lullaby under her breath.
*****
Two hours later
Albuquerque Airport
11 am, Roswell time
Liz and Max were home. Michael and Maria had arrived to pick them up at the airport moments earlier, and Liz was getting the breath squeezed out of her by Maria.
The four friends talked incessantly all the way back to Roswell, blissfully happy.
No one in Roswell knew what was happening in LA at that time. It would once again change their lives upon revelation.
TBC…Whatever is going on in LA, is going to come out in bits and pieces in the chapters to come. Keep reading!
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Author's Note: 12/1/2005
Hi everyone:
I'm sorry for the long wait! Life has been crazy recently, but I am working on new parts.
Keep reading!
roswellgirl_21 AKA Jen
I'm sorry for the long wait! Life has been crazy recently, but I am working on new parts.
Keep reading!
roswellgirl_21 AKA Jen