Roswell Fanatics

Isabel

We just about enter the ballroom and Alex asks,"Just one quick question - was Max a protective older brother? I'm not scared of him beating me up but I'm curious about that."

"Umm,no not really.I could take care fo myseld and didn't welcome him interferring unless it was soem particularly persistent guy whom I had already said 'no' to."

Seeing the others I smile,"Hey everyone.So whats the next game going to be?"

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
Ok now I feel like a right jerk. I don't know why I feel guilty though. I never feel guilty. But I do. Her face...

"Actually" I say taking her hand, "Can we talk?" I say indicating with my head to go into the kitchen. "It will only take a minute," I add, hoping she won't just say no.

*Maria*

I find myself staring into the eyes of the reason why restraining orders were invented when I notice his demeanor change drastically. Is that fear radiating off him in engorged waves? I'm just about to knee him when I hear a threatening voice boom from behind me. "You don't have a hearing problem right? Because I'm pretty sure that the lady said she wasn't interested." Gratitude fills my features as the shaken fellow mutters an apology and abruptly leaves.

I whirl around ready to show how thankful I truly am when I see my rescuer in none other than the studly Guerin himself. Damn it! Can I not catch a break? Simmering I step forward getting right up in his face. "What the hell do you think your doing?" He seems quite surprised by my hostile responce. "I can take care of myself thank you very much." I am about to whirl off in anger when something stops me. Perhaps his intentions were entirely honorable and not the least bit self serving.

Not wanting to appear vulnerable in the least bit I hesitate before letting my expression soften. Letting out a sigh I meet his eyes without the wall of resistance I had built to keep pain out. "I.. I'm sorry. I really appreciate your kindness. It was very galiant of you." I stammer before rising up on my tip toes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. " You're a good man to have in a bind." I compliment before giving him a real smile of appreciation.

I'm still a bit weary of his intentions ,but a man who would stand up for me can't be all bad. Remembering how dangerous affection can be I take a step back. "Well I'm going to get a drink. Thanks." I take one last glance at my knight in faded denim before making my way over to the bar. That was close. I've got to keep a tighter reign on my emotions. That boy is trouble with a capital T and if I'm not careful he'll make me forget why I am avoiding his kind. "One Screaming Orgasm."

I order with ease. The bartender smiles seductively but I don't even acknowledge him. What's wrong with me? Flirting is my favorite past time. It's all his fault.

*Maria*

I’m a tad startled when Michael makes it to my side. He orders a beer and then turns to me with a sexy grin. Shaking my head I try not to smile in encouragement. What is he doing? Tilting my head to the side I try to figure him out. What exactly is this guys deal? I’ve made no effort to show him I was the least bit interested and yet he still remains persistent. I do respect determination. "So other then that minor inconvenience back there, how's your night going?"

I mull over his inquiry wanting to answer it to the best of my ability. “It’s decent I guess.” I state unenthusiastically. “For some reason I’m just not in the party mood.” I add with a weak smile. Tucking a blonde curl behind my ear I look up just as the bartender brings my shot and Michael’s beer. “Allow me.” I offer with a small wave. “It’s the least I can do.” I don't want to owe him anything. Nodding to the bartender I reply sweetly,

“Just put it on my tab will ya Joey.” He nods and gives Michael and envious glare. “Sure Ms. Deluca. Whatever you want.” Taking the shot in my hand I hold it up and touch it rim to rim with Michael’s. “Cheers.” I admonish before taking it straight. Mmmm. That sweet seductive burn gets me every time. “So…why aren’t you tearing it up out there. I’m sure there are dozens of girls who want to get in your lap.”

That’s the problem with drinking. It makes you say exactly what you are thinking without censoring yourself. “I mean your handsome in that rebel without a clue way.” Was that a compliment? It wasn’t mean as one but the way it came out sounded pretty moxy to me. Oh God. I’m flirting. I’m making witty conversation with Mr. Too Cute and All Trouble. “You know what I think I’ll have another.” I nod to Joey who just gives me a hopeful smile. I shake my head feeling sorry for the bloke. Aww sweetie it’s never gonna happen I think to myself.

*Maria*

So he’s a man that cares more about perfecting a recipe then drooling over bimbos. Wow, that’s surprising. I didn’t know there were men still like that left. I narrow a skeptical eyebrow. Is this just a part of his well calculated game? I know schemers who pull the ‘I’m really passionate about my job bit’ ,but Mr. tall dark and devastatingly handsome himself seems completely sincere in his actions. I just don’t get him. He has the body of a well sculpted Greek God, surrounds himself with the biggest ladies men in this town, and still respects women.

Someone bring me a heater. Hell has officially frozen over. He gives me a thoughtful nod and states politely, "Well, since you have been so kind tonight buying me drinks, I would like to treat you to something. Maybe you could help me with the recipe, it always tastes better when I have someone’s good opinion." Oh no. Flashers go off in my brain screeching ‘Warning! Warning!’ Before I can calculate a reasonable excuse I look up to meet his eager eyes.

Chocolate brown orbs with pools of gold that reflect an undeniable honesty that haunts me. “Sure. Why not?” I spout before judgment gets the better of me. Taking the shot in front of me I knock it back. That probably wasn’t the best idea. All of Roswell knows I’m the most inexpensive of cheap drunks. Better stick to my two drink limit or I’ll be smashed at the end of the night and wind up saying something embarrassing to the tall drink of water in front of me.

Looking up I meet his gaze a bit languidly. He has the prettiest eyelashes. I have to subdue the urge to touch them. Damn, I’m a bit tipsy. “So… What do you say you pick me up tomorrow and we ride to the carnival together. Afterwards I’ll play guinea pig and taste your latest contraption?” Did I just as him for a play date? No, that's not possible.

We'll were both going anyway. That's save gas. Which is better for the enviroment. Therefore by going with Michael I am doing my part to help save the world. Got to love intoxicated train of thought. You can bring sound reason to just about anything.

*Maria*


"Of course," He responds with a wide eager grin. Uh oh. I’ve made a deal with the devil. Scanning over his visually pleasing form I smirk back. Sin never looked so good. "and don't worry, there won't be any adverse side effects to the meal. I must warn you however, that you might just end up like the food too much, then I'll have to share all my recipe's with you," He finishes with a playful wink. Yeah we’ll see buddy.

Although thinking back on it I’ve never had a man cook for me before. This could be a new and gratifying experience. He takes a hearty swig of beer and leans against the bar. I follow suit finding it quite difficult to stand completely upright. Then a beyond brilliant idea enters my drunken mind. “Dance.” I admonish excitedly. “ I absolutely positively adore this song. You are socially obligated if not morally and ethically bound to dance with me.” I assure him with an enthusiastic nod.

Used to getting my way I flutter my eyelashes playing the part of a woman with a mission. “Please.” Pouting my bottom lip I make it impossible for him to deny me anything. Sometimes being a girl has it’s advantages.

*Maria*

At first I am fearful that he’s going to say no when he gently shakes his head. Since when have I ever cared one way or another about rejection? Well seeing as how I’ve never been turned down I don’t have much of a basis to judge it on but still. All I know for certain is I want him to want to dance with me. Is that so wrong? Maybe it is. Wasn’t there a reason I wasn’t going to get mixed up with him and his kind. I struggle in vain for some kind of understanding but alas nothing.

My muddled brain refuses to think logically. Oh well I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now I’m focused on the present. See. Want to feel. He offers his arm and I link us. “Now who am I to deny a lady who wants to dance?" He replies with a sweet smile and leads me out onto the dance floor. The place is jumping to the beat of the newest dance beat. Swaying my lips provocatively I flash him an innocent smile before bringing his hands to my waist and swaying against him.

Wow, he feels amazing. I lift my arms up to circle around his neck drawing him closer so that are bodies are pressed together as they move. “Isn’t this nice?” I embellish happily. “Just me you and the music.” My fingers trail curiously down his neck. I can feel a light stubble where his hair is growing back quickly. Something about the rough texture against my fingertips causes me to sigh in utter awe of him. I reach out and touch his hair almost instinctively.

It begs to be run through my hands. Smiling like a small child with a new favorite toy I lean forward and capture his lips in a soft leisurely kiss. We break a part hesitatingly and I mummer almost to myself. “I’ve been wondering what that would feel like.”

*Maria*

His warm palm cups my cheek in a sweetly possessive way. It’s as if he can’t bare the very thought of sharing me. His undivided attention causes my heart to race. Swallowing harshly I stare up into his deeply passionate eyes. How is it that I never noticed how undeniably open he is? I can see a reflection of myself within his heated gaze. The remarkable way he sees me is evident. He considers me to be something precious and almost sacred. There’s nothing more flattering then to know someone you care for finds you almost worthy of worship.

The breath catches in my throat as he whisper earnestly, "So have I," His lips meet mine in a slow easy movement. It feels like he’s always belonged here. When I am drawn into his embrace I get the sensation of coming home. For someone who’s never felt like they truly fit in anywhere that is meaningful experience. I moan against his lips as he takes me to heights I never even knew existed. We move together almost instinctive in his gestures.

He knows just how and where to touch me to cause me to become undone. My grip around his neck tightens a bit offering me the leverage I need to balance on my tiptoes. Meeting him half way I put every emotion I currently maintain into the gesture of affection. Lust. Need. Appreciation. Even fear. I’m not by any means scared of him. He could never hurt me just as I could never do anything to cause him harm. I fear the unknown. I’ve never felt this way before and what if…

I let my thoughts dissipate as his magic tongue eases my troubles away. I knew the boy would be no good. He’s already made me forget all reason. Breaking away gently I meet his hungry eyes. “Wow, that was…” I search for an appropriate word. “Intense.” I finish with a giddy laugh. I am now in a euphoric state of mind. Now that Michael Guerin has kissed me I find myself unable to think about anything. I stare at his lips entranced by the powers they hold over me.

“It must be magic.” I muse outloud.

Occ: Nice posts guys! Only one thing that was a bit off...nobody has to buy drinks at Liz's parties. It's all paid for! Oh, well. We'll let those posts slide by. LOL!

~LIZ~

I look into Max's eyes and say, "Sure. Hang on just a sec." Into the mike, I say, "Ok, everyone who's ready for the next game, please make your way into the next room. Break yourselves up into small groups. I'll join you in there in just a moment."

Switching the mike back off, I turn back to him and suggest, "Let's not go into the kitchen. The caterers are all in there. If you want to talk alone, let's step into my father's personal office. It's right there." I point to a door a few feet away with a large "OFF LIMITS!" sign on it and wait for him to lead the way.

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
I lead Liz into the room nervously. Its certainly very swish. "Nice room..." I say scratching my ear nervously. I pick up a paper weight and pretend to study it whilst I try to compose myself for what I... madly... was about to do.

"I want to apologise Liz." I say quietly.

I swallow and the silence falls heavy on the room. "I'm sorry... I was... well a jerk back there. And I don't apologise for things often so..." I turn the paper weight over in my hands and continue, "Anyways I'm sorry."