An Attitude of Gratitude (UC, Mature, Mx/Av, 1/1) COMPLETE
Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 9:35 pm
Title: An Attitude of Gratitude
Rating: Mature/Teen (Mature to be safe, but you'll find more graphic on TV)
Pairing Max/Ava, No Aliens
Summary: It's their first Thanksgiving together, and Max and Ava want to express what they're thankful for, in different ways.
Author's note: Well, this little baby came to me while tossing and turning Thanksgiving night. I've been wanting to try out something with Max/Ava (neglected ship, but one I think has as much promise as Zan/Liz) and here it is. I'm going to try to get on FMF tonight or tomorrow, but I had to get this one out. As always, a huge thank you to Amy, my wonderful beta. Thank you for the support! ^^ Also, when I say Roswell, that's Roswell, GA.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Not even the title - I got it off the title of a sermon on a church sign. Not making any money of this. Characters of Roswell belong to their creators and networks and Fox.
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An Attitude of Gratitude
"So, I figure since it's our first Thanksgiving together, on our own, we should each say a few things we're thankful for," she suggested to her fiancé sitting across from her. Their table was kind of antique - and not in that nifty stylish way, but the falling apart way - but had been dirt cheap and better than nothing. So she was semi-thankful for it, but that wasn't on her top five list.
Her lover smirked. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
This made her smile brightly. Sometimes it was still hard to believe she had ended up with a guy like him.
He came from money, a wealthy family of lawyers and bankers of pure, Southern bred heritage. She came from a broken New York City home. He'd given up inheritance and high society for her, and she'd tossed out her notions that all southern boys and rich boys were trouble, and both together were downright rotten.
Life was hard for both of them, and it wasn't like they had any support from either family. Both of them worked as much as they could to make ends meat, and there had been many arguments and rocky nights. Now they had their own apartment together, were engaged, and had moved past many insecurities and issues. Life was hard, but they had come to realize they had each other. In the end, life was hard because they had something to live for, instead of it being easy to just exist with nothing and no one.
"I'm thankful for this apartment, and my new job," Ava started. "And for my boss not caring if I look like some 'punk rock band wannabe' as long as I actually work and work well. Most of all I'm thankful that we've stuck together, and I still have you."
He smiled at that, giving her his best almost bashful but quite boyish, southern charm smile.
"And I'm thankful for you."
She rolled her eyes. "Max, that's the easy, smooth talker way out."
He just shrugged innocently. "What? I can't be thankful for the delightfully adorable girl I'm going to marry?"
Now it was her turn to look bashful.
"But, if you want specifics..." Max stood up and walked around their dinky table. He came to kneel beside her chair. "I'm thankful for your wildly colored and tamely cut hair." He stroked a few strands to emphasis while turning her chair towards him. "I'm thankful for those bright, baby blues."
Her eyes fluttered and she looked down, blushing. His fingers raised her chin enough so she was looking at him again.
"I'm very thankful for that little mouth of yours and being at the receiving end of its talent and tongue lashing of various kinds," he stated with a positively devilish grin and suggestive wriggling of the eyebrows. "And that little ring in the corner that gives a nice contrast to your softness." His thumb briefly brushed over it, and Ava found herself shivering despite the cozy warmth of the room.
"Max, I get the point," she whispered. Her blush returned at the husky quality of her voice.
Max just grinned even wider. "I am incredibly thankful for that rosy tint your cheeks get every time I give you a compliment or make a naughty suggestion." Both of his hands moved to cup her face. "I know you get the point, Darlin', but the list goes on. It goes on and on. But so you don't go from rosy to crimson, I'll just show you a few more things I'm thankful for," he whispered as he brought her face down enough so he could lightly press his lips to hers.
Ava was instantly melting against him. Her fingers were on his chest, light and just enough to keep her balance, but soon they were curling, clutching the material of his shirt. As their mouths opened and the kiss deepened, she let out a tiny sigh at the sweet mixture of Max and apple cider.
That tiny noise was all the encouragement he needed, and the next thing Ava knew, she was being pulled off her chair and onto Max's lap. He remained kneeling as she straddled him. A little wiggle of her hips to get comfortable, and he groaned into her. The shift caused their hips to grind slightly. Simmering lust was suddenly turned into a rush of ecstasy.
Max laid Ava on the floor and scooted down a little. His face was level with her neck, and he started kissing over it tenderly with light nips here and there. His tongue soothed the skin immediately after.
"I'm thankful that you moved to Roswell," he murmured between a nibble at the base of her neck and a light kiss on her right shoulder. "And that you got a job at the cafe I always went to." His fingers were delicately peeling off her clothes. "I'm thankful for your attitude which got you fired for my sake, and your refusal to take the blame leading up to you slapping me," he chuckled as he stroked her side light enough to tickle.
Ava gasped and squirmed, giggling. "Maaaxx, no fair!"
He laughed and kissed her deeply. "I'm thankful you always humbled me like I wanted and needed, and have kept me on my knees since that day. More importantly, I'm thankful you let me in. That you put up with me for so long and learned to love me."
She stared up at him, smiling tenderly at Max as he kneeled between her legs, lightly caressing her as if worshipping her. "I'm thankful that you kept trying," she whispered. "That you never gave up on me, and that you somehow found me so fascinating." She cupped his face. "I'm thankful that you loved me enough to give everything up for a crappy apartment and a dinky dining room table and some Yankee punk chick."
Max kissed her again, deep and firm this time. "You are not some Yankee punk chick. This isn't a crappy apartment. The table, yeah, I'll give you that."
Both of them laughed.
"But this place is home. More home than that estate in a lot of estates with no yards and no love ever was. And you...you are my damsel in distress who refused to be in distress. My home, my only real friend, and the love of my life. Right down to your piercings and black and purple hair. Top of your head to the tips of your toes, and I am going to show you how thankful I am for all of that."
Ava blushed again, but instead of looking down, this time she kissed him.
"I am just as thankful for you, Maxwell Evans. Do you know how much I love you?"
"Not as much as I love you, Ava Harding. And I'm going to prove it." He flashed his southern charm smile again, and Ava melted just like she did the first time and every time since.
She was definitely thankful for that smile.
Rating: Mature/Teen (Mature to be safe, but you'll find more graphic on TV)
Pairing Max/Ava, No Aliens
Summary: It's their first Thanksgiving together, and Max and Ava want to express what they're thankful for, in different ways.
Author's note: Well, this little baby came to me while tossing and turning Thanksgiving night. I've been wanting to try out something with Max/Ava (neglected ship, but one I think has as much promise as Zan/Liz) and here it is. I'm going to try to get on FMF tonight or tomorrow, but I had to get this one out. As always, a huge thank you to Amy, my wonderful beta. Thank you for the support! ^^ Also, when I say Roswell, that's Roswell, GA.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Not even the title - I got it off the title of a sermon on a church sign. Not making any money of this. Characters of Roswell belong to their creators and networks and Fox.
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An Attitude of Gratitude
"So, I figure since it's our first Thanksgiving together, on our own, we should each say a few things we're thankful for," she suggested to her fiancé sitting across from her. Their table was kind of antique - and not in that nifty stylish way, but the falling apart way - but had been dirt cheap and better than nothing. So she was semi-thankful for it, but that wasn't on her top five list.
Her lover smirked. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
This made her smile brightly. Sometimes it was still hard to believe she had ended up with a guy like him.
He came from money, a wealthy family of lawyers and bankers of pure, Southern bred heritage. She came from a broken New York City home. He'd given up inheritance and high society for her, and she'd tossed out her notions that all southern boys and rich boys were trouble, and both together were downright rotten.
Life was hard for both of them, and it wasn't like they had any support from either family. Both of them worked as much as they could to make ends meat, and there had been many arguments and rocky nights. Now they had their own apartment together, were engaged, and had moved past many insecurities and issues. Life was hard, but they had come to realize they had each other. In the end, life was hard because they had something to live for, instead of it being easy to just exist with nothing and no one.
"I'm thankful for this apartment, and my new job," Ava started. "And for my boss not caring if I look like some 'punk rock band wannabe' as long as I actually work and work well. Most of all I'm thankful that we've stuck together, and I still have you."
He smiled at that, giving her his best almost bashful but quite boyish, southern charm smile.
"And I'm thankful for you."
She rolled her eyes. "Max, that's the easy, smooth talker way out."
He just shrugged innocently. "What? I can't be thankful for the delightfully adorable girl I'm going to marry?"
Now it was her turn to look bashful.
"But, if you want specifics..." Max stood up and walked around their dinky table. He came to kneel beside her chair. "I'm thankful for your wildly colored and tamely cut hair." He stroked a few strands to emphasis while turning her chair towards him. "I'm thankful for those bright, baby blues."
Her eyes fluttered and she looked down, blushing. His fingers raised her chin enough so she was looking at him again.
"I'm very thankful for that little mouth of yours and being at the receiving end of its talent and tongue lashing of various kinds," he stated with a positively devilish grin and suggestive wriggling of the eyebrows. "And that little ring in the corner that gives a nice contrast to your softness." His thumb briefly brushed over it, and Ava found herself shivering despite the cozy warmth of the room.
"Max, I get the point," she whispered. Her blush returned at the husky quality of her voice.
Max just grinned even wider. "I am incredibly thankful for that rosy tint your cheeks get every time I give you a compliment or make a naughty suggestion." Both of his hands moved to cup her face. "I know you get the point, Darlin', but the list goes on. It goes on and on. But so you don't go from rosy to crimson, I'll just show you a few more things I'm thankful for," he whispered as he brought her face down enough so he could lightly press his lips to hers.
Ava was instantly melting against him. Her fingers were on his chest, light and just enough to keep her balance, but soon they were curling, clutching the material of his shirt. As their mouths opened and the kiss deepened, she let out a tiny sigh at the sweet mixture of Max and apple cider.
That tiny noise was all the encouragement he needed, and the next thing Ava knew, she was being pulled off her chair and onto Max's lap. He remained kneeling as she straddled him. A little wiggle of her hips to get comfortable, and he groaned into her. The shift caused their hips to grind slightly. Simmering lust was suddenly turned into a rush of ecstasy.
Max laid Ava on the floor and scooted down a little. His face was level with her neck, and he started kissing over it tenderly with light nips here and there. His tongue soothed the skin immediately after.
"I'm thankful that you moved to Roswell," he murmured between a nibble at the base of her neck and a light kiss on her right shoulder. "And that you got a job at the cafe I always went to." His fingers were delicately peeling off her clothes. "I'm thankful for your attitude which got you fired for my sake, and your refusal to take the blame leading up to you slapping me," he chuckled as he stroked her side light enough to tickle.
Ava gasped and squirmed, giggling. "Maaaxx, no fair!"
He laughed and kissed her deeply. "I'm thankful you always humbled me like I wanted and needed, and have kept me on my knees since that day. More importantly, I'm thankful you let me in. That you put up with me for so long and learned to love me."
She stared up at him, smiling tenderly at Max as he kneeled between her legs, lightly caressing her as if worshipping her. "I'm thankful that you kept trying," she whispered. "That you never gave up on me, and that you somehow found me so fascinating." She cupped his face. "I'm thankful that you loved me enough to give everything up for a crappy apartment and a dinky dining room table and some Yankee punk chick."
Max kissed her again, deep and firm this time. "You are not some Yankee punk chick. This isn't a crappy apartment. The table, yeah, I'll give you that."
Both of them laughed.
"But this place is home. More home than that estate in a lot of estates with no yards and no love ever was. And you...you are my damsel in distress who refused to be in distress. My home, my only real friend, and the love of my life. Right down to your piercings and black and purple hair. Top of your head to the tips of your toes, and I am going to show you how thankful I am for all of that."
Ava blushed again, but instead of looking down, this time she kissed him.
"I am just as thankful for you, Maxwell Evans. Do you know how much I love you?"
"Not as much as I love you, Ava Harding. And I'm going to prove it." He flashed his southern charm smile again, and Ava melted just like she did the first time and every time since.
She was definitely thankful for that smile.