Roswell Fanatics

*Zan*

I sit on the couch in the break room, hoping Liz will join me, but she heads for the kitchen. I know she's getting something for my face, like she said, but I really am not thinking about my eye right now. I'm thinking about her. About how wonderful it was to spend time with her. About kissing her.

She returns with a bag of ice and presses it against my eye. I want to push it away and do something else, but truthfully, it feels pretty good. I put up a hand and hold it there for her.

"What happened, Zan?" she asks.

For a moment, I concider lying. Who wants to say they got beat up by their brother? More, I don't want to bring up the fact that Max seemed to feel he had some sort of territorial rights to her -- like she was something that he could put 'dibs' on. It's just too messed up. .. but in the end, I just don't want to lie to her.

"Not much. Max just jumped me when I got home this morning. He's totally lost his mind," I say.

waiting for a maria post.

Will be trying to post when I get home from D*C. I'm half way home now. Stopped the night with a friend so we could get some sleep.

*Maria*

Serving food to ungrateful patrons is such tedious work. Finally handing out my last burger I sigh in relief. Unconsciously run my hand through my blonde curls. Sauntering over to the counter I wipe it off to the best of my ability and then head to the cash regester. Ringing up an older couples check I hand it off to them with a pleasant smile. The handsome man in the corner catches my eye and I can't help but smile wildly. He's the best distraction I've ever had.

Finished for the day I sway over to his table and toss him a smile. "I'm through here." Nodding at his meal I question, "How was your dinner?" Unable to stop myself I add saucily, "Ready for dessert?"

Michael

Maria saunters over to my table, hips swaying, and stops in front of me. "I'm through here. How was your dinner?" she asks, her eyelashes fluttering as she adds, "Ready for dessert?"

Dear god am I ever. "Yeah, come on, let's go somewhere," I say in a slightly low and shaky voice, trying to keep any images involving Maria and dessert foods out of my head. I don't really have a place in mind, but I'll come up with something as we're driving.

"My car's out back. Do you need to...change out of your uniform or anything?" I ask, looking her up and down discreetly. Or, she can just leave it on, because in my fantasy world she won't be wearing clothes for much longer. Shaking my head, I smile at her.

"I'm headache free thanks to you."

*Maria*

"Yeah, come on, let's go somewhere," He replies with a huskily low tone that sends shivers of pleasure up my spine. Wow, you know that saying that the way to the man's heart is through his stomach I think it just might be true. I knew this waitressing gig would pay off. "My car's out back. Do you need to...change out of your uniform or anything?" He questions while eying my outfit in a way that pleases me. Shaking his head as his grin widens from ear ro ear he states gratefully,

"I'm headache free thanks to you." With a flirtacious grin I respond with "I'm glad I could be of service." Taking off the silly antennas I yell to the staff. "Alright guys, I'm out. See ya tomorrow." With a tired wave I motion toward the man who just may convince me that all of my other attempts at romance where a waste of time. "I think I'll just wear it out. I need to wash it anyway." I reason with a slow gentle grin.
Pulling my lock blonde locks out of the confines of the ponytail

I take a moment to losen my hair so that the cascading waves of gold flow easily down my back. "So hotshot," I address the man who has so easily stolen my heart. "Where to?" Taking his hand in mine I patiently wait for him to lead the way.

Michael

"I'm glad I could be of service." Maria says with a grin, flinging off those stupid little antennae that the uniform requires her to wear. They remind me how cheesy this place actually is. She yells that she's leaving, and then turns to me, pulling her hair out of it's ponytail. "I think I'll just wear it out. I need to wash it anyway." She's going to wear it? Well. I think it'll be slightly harder to keep my composure if she's wearing that all night. Whatever, I'll have to deal.

So hotshot, Where to?" Maria asks a moment later, breaking me from my mental panic as she places her hand in mine.

"Um, well..." I start, leading her to the car out back. I hop in the driver's seat, and she hops in the passenger's side, and that's the end of my planning. Starting the car, I turn to look at her. "I hadn't really thought of anything to do," I say, giving her a goofy grin. I was too busy staring at her the entire time I ate. But she doesn't need to know that.

"The drive-in's playing some scary movie, or we could just hang out..."

ooc: Sorry this took so long, when I got back and all I tried to think just what I could do here...

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~Liz~

"Not much. Max just jumped me when I got home this morning. He's totally lost his mind," Zan informs me and I can't keep from looking at him with shock.

"Why did he do that?" I ask, concern filling me as I worried that somehow it could have been over me. Had Max found out that Zan and I were together last night? As I wait for his response, I can't keep from taking his free hand in mine and wishing that I could wipe away the obvious discomfort that his eye had to be in.

I honestly couldn't picture Max fighting with Zan, but I know that Zan wouldn't lie to me. If it was over me, I couldn't help but wonder about why Max would be that way... it's not as though our plans for tomorrow were anything other then a pity thing on his part...

He'd only asked me because of how I'd been treated by others. It had been a way for him to make me feel better, right? So, why would he react that way? Then again, why am I thinking it could possibly be over me? Just because I've found out that Zan likes me doesn't mean his brother does. And wouldn't it be easier if only one of them liked me?

I can't stop myself from lifting my free hand up to the other side of his face, simply letting it rest gently on his cheek. What other injuries could Zan have that I can't see?



~Isabel~


"Just let go Iz... let go." I heard Alex panting in my ear and the mixture of his words and his touch along with the feel of him sliding in and out of my body caused yet another moan. I closed my eyes, unable to stop myself as my head went back, my nails sliding over his shoulders and I had all I could do to keep myself from digging in as I held onto him.

The immense pressure was building so wonderfully and I thought I was going to die. Opening my eyes, I moan as I gasp with the pleasure that's soaring through me. I made myself move so that my hands could grip tightly to the edge of the pool, afraid that otherwise I'd end up hurting Alex and I didn't want to. Instead, as I let my arms lift to the edge, I arched my body feeling him slide even deeper inside of me.

I couldn't breathe for a moment, the wave of sensation that washed over me caused me to hold my breath a moment, letting it out on a light scream. "Alex!" Lifting my body up in a manner, I could feel his every thrust deeper, more fully and my muscles clenched around him so tightly I felt myself spasm.

I didn't want to go yet, I wanted both of us to reach our peak at the same time but I couldn't stop myself from reacting, the sensations overwhelming me. As I reached the precipice and felt myself slide over, I cried out his name, my entire body quivering as I felt the pressure explode, my muscles clenching in repeated succession.

ooc: And reposting this because there was never a reply....

~Tess~

I see Kyle walk in and even though I’m trying to focus on things Daniel is saying and am managing to get some work done, I can’t stop myself from looking for him off and on. So, when I suddenly hear his voice and I look to see him delivering our meals, I can’t help but feel a little better. “I think everything is good, Kyle. Oh… Kyle… this is Daniel. We work at the shelter together. If you’ve got a moment to sit down, I’d love to show you what we’re working on.” I find myself saying and hoping that Daniel doesn’t make any comments that could be taken wrong or embarrass her. She’d already told Daniel a little about Kyle and the last thing she wanted was…

“I’ve heard a great deal about you, Kyle. Tess seems to think rather highly of you.” I hear Daniel say and feel like stuffing a bag over my head. “Why don’t you join us and give us your thoughts on what we’re doing? I’m rather certain that Tessa would feel much better.”

I turn and glare at Daniel, even though I can easily tell that I’m blushing. I’m most certain of it. “Daniel, I’ve already asked him but he might be busy, stop being so damned pushy Dutchy.” I use my nickname for him and watch him smirk.

“I’m only as pushy as you are known to be when you want something, blondie.” I can’t keep from laughing even as I look back over toward Kyle wondering what his response will be.