When Liz heard his reply, she stopped in the midst of lifting the fork from to her mouth and looked at him with shock. “Me?” She found herself unable to say anything else, certain she was blushing profusely. “Why…? I mean… I’m not… Well… I…” She shook her head and slowly the smile that began small started to grow, “I don’t know… what to think… I mean… I’m not that much…to… Not that special…” The flipping in her stomach was more then she could manage to put into words. “I… Thank you.” She finally managed to get out as she looked at him with a smile. He’d written that song for her. She felt like she could start jumping around at the knowledge of that.
She set her fork down and simply looked at Zan, turning her other hand over to hold his. She felt like an idiot with as big as she could feel her smile remaining. “I never would have imagined.” She admitted softly, her eyes locking on his even as she found herself leaning toward him.
"You ARE special," Max tells her earnestly. How could she possibly believe that she wasn't? "You're the most special girl I know."
He smiles a bit self-conciously as he thinks about the lyrics of that song -- all the thoughts and feelings that are now exposed since she knows that they're about her. "You should know that. You should always know that."
Max leans closer to her, looking at her beautiful face, her delicious lips. He wets his own lips with his tongue, aching to taste hers again. Then, his self-restraint fails and he closes the distance between them, landing a gentle kiss on her sweet lips.
What Zan says causes her to feel like her heart is beating out of control and she finds herself closing her eyes a moment before his lips touch hers. She returned the kiss, feeling as though she was being given one of the greatest feelings ever. Lifting her free hand to rest behind his neck. He thought she was special and that simply caused the joy to sing through her even as they kissed.
She would have been content to let the kiss continue forever but she forced herself to draw back slightly, "Thank you, Zan. I never thought you would... ever see me as... as more then what others see." She commented, letting her hand trail across his cheek, joy filling her that she'd actually managed to speak out.
Liz's touch on his neck makes Zan close his eyes with pleasure. It feels so wonderful to have her so close to him. Her thanks are something he's not sure how to accept. It didn't seem like a thing to be thanked for. ..."I have no idea what others see, or what you think they see," Zan says, tenderly. "I only see you. And you are beautiful."
Sighing, Liz wasn't sure what to say. She looked at him with a smile. "Thanks..." She found herself nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked at him a moment before ducking her head with embarrassment. She wasn't sure what to say, she couldn't help the thrill that went through her with his compliment. She just wasn't used to sincere words.
Zan pressed his lips together, not sure what to say. He'd seen how she looked away and was afraid he was making her uncomfortable. "I'm sorry," he said, relaxing his grip on her hand a bit. "I don't mean to make things awkward. It's just ... what I feel."
Liz glanced up and shook her head hastily, "No, Zan... It's not that... I'm just..." She nibbled her lip again a moment before she sighed, "I'm used to being simply Liz... the girl that works in the Crash, that has no life and well... the brain... Ever since my mother died... that's all I've basically been. To hear someone thinks so much more of me... I'm... well, I'm overwhelmed."
She glances at the table a moment before simply looking at him, "I don't know how to react to something like that." She added as she looked into his eyes, surprising herself by speaking so frankly. Keeping her hand in his, she began working at finishing her food because she was looking forward to having the chance to dance with him again.
Zan nodded, although he didn't quite understand. How could she think she was so little? That nobody saw the wonderful person she was? He wasn't sure how to react to that. He saw that she'd turned her attention back to her food, so he did the same, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully, wondering what to do about that. How he could make her know everything she was.
"... It wasn't the only song I wrote about you," Zan said, quietly. He hadn't wanted to talk about that earlier, to put himself on the spot, but now, well, he thought that it might be what she needed to hear. At least, he hoped so. He hoped that it wasn't going to make things more awkward.
Liz glanced over at him after she finished eating, surprised by his comment. "Really?" She asked, wanting to hear more about that. She hadn't actually eaten all of her dinner but she'd eaten as much as she could. Her appetite had been lessened since she lost her mother, but at least she made certain to eat some. "What other songs?" She asked, not taking her eyes from him as she started thinking about the songs on his album and wondering which ones he'd written while thinking about her.
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