Mistletoe and Holly (UC, AU, Mi/L, Teen) Complete; 5/27
Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:53 pm
Title: Mistletoe and Holly
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, and 20th Century Fox.
Pairings: Mi/L
Rating: Teen
Summary: A snowstorm traps the gang in a cabin, making tempers flare and tensions to rise between two of its members, forcing them to come to terms with their feelings. Response for the RH Volandra Project Winter Challenge. A list of challenge points will be listed at the end of the story.
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Leaning heavily against the living room window, Liz sighed and cursed the lacy flakes falling from the sky, obscuring most of the landscape in a sheet of white, her shoulders bunched with tension as she shook her head in disbelief, a delicate shiver passing through her body as icy breath whispered over the back of her neck. Looking down at her thin long-sleeved shirt ruefully, she knew that she should run into the other room and grab a sweatshirt or blanket, but hesitated as she desperately needed a moment to herself.
She wasn’t even supposed to be there tonight. It was only because Tess threatened to hunt her down, hogtie her and drag her out to the cabin she’d rented on the outskirts of Frazier Woods while she was home on winter break, that she capitulated and grudgingly joined them earlier this morning, fully intending to head home that evening. She had no intention of staying a full night with the petite blond and…her brother despite the fact Tess had reassured her that there was plenty of room.
But it seemed Mother Nature had other plans as the unusual gentle snowfall that began this afternoon, became whiteout conditions in the matter of an hour, driving them all indoors and forcing her to stay, whether she liked it or not. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, she unconsciously beat her head against the frigid glass and groaned; she would suspect an alien plot was afoot to keep her snowbound, however, as far as she knew, none of them were aware of the reason she wanted to stay as far away from this event as possible.
Michael.
Brow pinched with frustration, she huffed with exasperation as her friends laughter spilled down the hall, tripping over raw nerves, already stretched taut by the constant irresistible presence of one tall, tawny-haired alien with fiery, dark-bourbon eyes. He’d been on her mind (and in her fantasies) far too often lately, seeming to take permanent residence in her thoughts no matter how she’d tried to shove those unwanted and far too tantalizing images from her mind.
To make matters worse, he’d been unusually…‘present’ tonight, for lack of a better word, hovering in her sphere, almost daring her to react to his nearness as they all gathered for conversation and eggnog in the recreational room, sitting or standing far too close for her comfort and making her body quake and blood burn with need. Closing her eyes, she rest her hot, flushed temple to the glass, willing its coolness to seep into warm, tight skin and bit back another groan, shivering as the iced surface sent a chill snaking down her spine.
The heat of his gaze and press of his skin against hers was what sent her scurrying from the room finally, making a weak excuse when he went to use the bathroom, far too knowledgeable blue eyes crinkling and calling her on her lie as she fled, supposedly to get her sweatshirt. She knew she’d have to deal with Tess’s teasing later, but was willing to cross that bridge when she got there for a few precious moments of peace.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, her shoulders and back tensed as a flare of electricity rippled over her skin when he walked into the room and she barely bit back a grunt of frustration as he stood just in the doorway, eyes scanning the room quietly. She knew it was him by the taste and heat of his power radiating over her senses; for some reason, he felt distinctly different from the others to her and it was this shift in power that had made her first flash of awareness, deepen until it took hold, enveloping her senses in the all encompassing, consuming fire known as Michael.
Holding her breath, she hovered in the shadows, knowing full well that avoidance was the cowardly way out, as was the belief that she’d go undetected by his sharp, questing gaze, but a part of her hoped that he’d walk away before she ended up doing something foolish, like pinning his oh-so-delectable body against the nearest wall. Murmuring discontentedly, she rolled her eyes at her thoughts as the quiet noise drew his attention to her corner and she sighed in truth as he glided over with a languid, almost predatory gait, making her breath catch as she watched him from the corner of her eyes.
“Thought you were getting a sweatshirt,” he murmured near her ear, keeping his voice low and husky as he came to a standstill just an inch from her back, the heat of his body radiating through the thin cotton of her shirt and searing her skin. Licking her lips nervously, she sucked in a shallow breath that snagged as she felt his breath dance over the back of her neck, making her skin flush hotly and her body clench as a tremor rippled through it. Damn him, he was going to drive her insane.
“I was going to…” she hedged, swallowing thickly and trailing off when he pressed closer, her heart hammering against her breastbone when callused fingers reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before pressing his lips to the shell. Stomach jolting, a shaky breath bubbled over lips when warm, velvet skin brushed tauntingly over her lobe and her nails bit into her arms as teeth scraped over it, her voice strained and breaking with need as she desperately ignored the tantalizing graze of fingertips on her ribcage. “I was just…”
“Hiding?” he rasped, his hands sliding over her torso slowly to grasp her hips in a firm grip, his thumbs teasing the sliver of skin peaking between her low-rise jeans and shirt, the pads teasing slow circles over the smooth ridge of her hipbone and branding her as he pressed into her unabashedly. Gasping as he slid a hand to palm her stomach and cinched her tighter to his body, she whimpered in the back of her throat as he chuckled and rumbled in a low, dangerous tone. “Running doesn’t become you, Parker.”
“No, I just got distracted by the view,” she refuted weakly, gritting her teeth when he scoffed, non-verbally calling her bluff as his lips whispered over the curve of her cheek, tracing along the line of her jaw as he slowly spun her in the circle of his arms, so that they stood face to face. Tipping her head back, she studied him warily as intent caramel irises returned the favor, drifting lazily over her upturned face as he pressed her into the low sill, the chilled glass icy against her fevered skin.
“It is beautiful…” he husked, never taking his eyes from her face, making it very apparent he wasn’t talking about the view from the window as he lifted a finger and traced the curve of her neck, his eyes heating as her pulse jumped under his touch. Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he stared, mesmerized by trembling pink flesh as he traced his thumb over it gently, rubbing soft skin with the callused pad as he dipped his head and cupping the back of her neck, nudged his nose against hers, tipping her head back further as he whispered against her lips with a slight smirk. “The view.”
Long, tapered fingers curled into her hair, gently tugging and cradling the back of her skull as his lips brushed over hers softly, his warm damp breath mingling with hers as she slid her hands over his chest hesitantly, the irresistible, tantalizing caress of his mouth searing through the last strands of her restraint as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed into his body, her lips curling as he groaned whole-heartedly, his arms tightening around her waist and crushing her to his body as he dipped to taste her mouth fully, growling in the back of his throat when a crash in the hall broke the spell between them and she stumbled back, blinking hazily.
“Liz?” Maria called down the hall, her voice slightly slurred due to the liberal dose of brandy she’d been adding to her eggnog and breaking through the sensual haze Michael had created with a few well-placed words and touches. Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, Liz met Michael’s eyes, her throat working soundlessly as he stared at her intently, standing bare inches in front of her and cocked a challenging brow, his hands still encircling her waist. Licking her lips, she swallowed and called back, amazed her voice sounded as steady as it did given the way her body was trembling under Michael’s touch, her gaze still caught with his. “Yes?”
“Hurry up, ‘cause we’re gonna play a game, ‘kay?” Maria replied, a giggle carrying down the hall as she obviously stumbled slightly in her drunken state and shuffled back into the rec room when Liz answered in the affirmative. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly to clear her head of the confusing, cacophony of thoughts swirling through it and shoved off the windowsill, slipping from Michael’s grasp and tried to edge around him, gasping when his fingers tightened on her hips, yanking her firmly against the hard, unforgiving wall of his chest.
Tipping her head back, she studied him warily once more, the air ripping from her lungs when their bodies melted and fused together once more as he dipped his face, his eyes dancing over hers searchingly and pressed his lips to her ear, whispering heatedly before relinquishing his hold. “We aren’t done, Parker; you can’t run forever.”
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, and 20th Century Fox.
Pairings: Mi/L
Rating: Teen
Summary: A snowstorm traps the gang in a cabin, making tempers flare and tensions to rise between two of its members, forcing them to come to terms with their feelings. Response for the RH Volandra Project Winter Challenge. A list of challenge points will be listed at the end of the story.
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Prologue: Snowbound
Leaning heavily against the living room window, Liz sighed and cursed the lacy flakes falling from the sky, obscuring most of the landscape in a sheet of white, her shoulders bunched with tension as she shook her head in disbelief, a delicate shiver passing through her body as icy breath whispered over the back of her neck. Looking down at her thin long-sleeved shirt ruefully, she knew that she should run into the other room and grab a sweatshirt or blanket, but hesitated as she desperately needed a moment to herself.
She wasn’t even supposed to be there tonight. It was only because Tess threatened to hunt her down, hogtie her and drag her out to the cabin she’d rented on the outskirts of Frazier Woods while she was home on winter break, that she capitulated and grudgingly joined them earlier this morning, fully intending to head home that evening. She had no intention of staying a full night with the petite blond and…her brother despite the fact Tess had reassured her that there was plenty of room.
But it seemed Mother Nature had other plans as the unusual gentle snowfall that began this afternoon, became whiteout conditions in the matter of an hour, driving them all indoors and forcing her to stay, whether she liked it or not. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, she unconsciously beat her head against the frigid glass and groaned; she would suspect an alien plot was afoot to keep her snowbound, however, as far as she knew, none of them were aware of the reason she wanted to stay as far away from this event as possible.
Michael.
Brow pinched with frustration, she huffed with exasperation as her friends laughter spilled down the hall, tripping over raw nerves, already stretched taut by the constant irresistible presence of one tall, tawny-haired alien with fiery, dark-bourbon eyes. He’d been on her mind (and in her fantasies) far too often lately, seeming to take permanent residence in her thoughts no matter how she’d tried to shove those unwanted and far too tantalizing images from her mind.
To make matters worse, he’d been unusually…‘present’ tonight, for lack of a better word, hovering in her sphere, almost daring her to react to his nearness as they all gathered for conversation and eggnog in the recreational room, sitting or standing far too close for her comfort and making her body quake and blood burn with need. Closing her eyes, she rest her hot, flushed temple to the glass, willing its coolness to seep into warm, tight skin and bit back another groan, shivering as the iced surface sent a chill snaking down her spine.
The heat of his gaze and press of his skin against hers was what sent her scurrying from the room finally, making a weak excuse when he went to use the bathroom, far too knowledgeable blue eyes crinkling and calling her on her lie as she fled, supposedly to get her sweatshirt. She knew she’d have to deal with Tess’s teasing later, but was willing to cross that bridge when she got there for a few precious moments of peace.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, her shoulders and back tensed as a flare of electricity rippled over her skin when he walked into the room and she barely bit back a grunt of frustration as he stood just in the doorway, eyes scanning the room quietly. She knew it was him by the taste and heat of his power radiating over her senses; for some reason, he felt distinctly different from the others to her and it was this shift in power that had made her first flash of awareness, deepen until it took hold, enveloping her senses in the all encompassing, consuming fire known as Michael.
Holding her breath, she hovered in the shadows, knowing full well that avoidance was the cowardly way out, as was the belief that she’d go undetected by his sharp, questing gaze, but a part of her hoped that he’d walk away before she ended up doing something foolish, like pinning his oh-so-delectable body against the nearest wall. Murmuring discontentedly, she rolled her eyes at her thoughts as the quiet noise drew his attention to her corner and she sighed in truth as he glided over with a languid, almost predatory gait, making her breath catch as she watched him from the corner of her eyes.
“Thought you were getting a sweatshirt,” he murmured near her ear, keeping his voice low and husky as he came to a standstill just an inch from her back, the heat of his body radiating through the thin cotton of her shirt and searing her skin. Licking her lips nervously, she sucked in a shallow breath that snagged as she felt his breath dance over the back of her neck, making her skin flush hotly and her body clench as a tremor rippled through it. Damn him, he was going to drive her insane.
“I was going to…” she hedged, swallowing thickly and trailing off when he pressed closer, her heart hammering against her breastbone when callused fingers reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before pressing his lips to the shell. Stomach jolting, a shaky breath bubbled over lips when warm, velvet skin brushed tauntingly over her lobe and her nails bit into her arms as teeth scraped over it, her voice strained and breaking with need as she desperately ignored the tantalizing graze of fingertips on her ribcage. “I was just…”
“Hiding?” he rasped, his hands sliding over her torso slowly to grasp her hips in a firm grip, his thumbs teasing the sliver of skin peaking between her low-rise jeans and shirt, the pads teasing slow circles over the smooth ridge of her hipbone and branding her as he pressed into her unabashedly. Gasping as he slid a hand to palm her stomach and cinched her tighter to his body, she whimpered in the back of her throat as he chuckled and rumbled in a low, dangerous tone. “Running doesn’t become you, Parker.”
“No, I just got distracted by the view,” she refuted weakly, gritting her teeth when he scoffed, non-verbally calling her bluff as his lips whispered over the curve of her cheek, tracing along the line of her jaw as he slowly spun her in the circle of his arms, so that they stood face to face. Tipping her head back, she studied him warily as intent caramel irises returned the favor, drifting lazily over her upturned face as he pressed her into the low sill, the chilled glass icy against her fevered skin.
“It is beautiful…” he husked, never taking his eyes from her face, making it very apparent he wasn’t talking about the view from the window as he lifted a finger and traced the curve of her neck, his eyes heating as her pulse jumped under his touch. Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he stared, mesmerized by trembling pink flesh as he traced his thumb over it gently, rubbing soft skin with the callused pad as he dipped his head and cupping the back of her neck, nudged his nose against hers, tipping her head back further as he whispered against her lips with a slight smirk. “The view.”
Long, tapered fingers curled into her hair, gently tugging and cradling the back of her skull as his lips brushed over hers softly, his warm damp breath mingling with hers as she slid her hands over his chest hesitantly, the irresistible, tantalizing caress of his mouth searing through the last strands of her restraint as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed into his body, her lips curling as he groaned whole-heartedly, his arms tightening around her waist and crushing her to his body as he dipped to taste her mouth fully, growling in the back of his throat when a crash in the hall broke the spell between them and she stumbled back, blinking hazily.
“Liz?” Maria called down the hall, her voice slightly slurred due to the liberal dose of brandy she’d been adding to her eggnog and breaking through the sensual haze Michael had created with a few well-placed words and touches. Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, Liz met Michael’s eyes, her throat working soundlessly as he stared at her intently, standing bare inches in front of her and cocked a challenging brow, his hands still encircling her waist. Licking her lips, she swallowed and called back, amazed her voice sounded as steady as it did given the way her body was trembling under Michael’s touch, her gaze still caught with his. “Yes?”
“Hurry up, ‘cause we’re gonna play a game, ‘kay?” Maria replied, a giggle carrying down the hall as she obviously stumbled slightly in her drunken state and shuffled back into the rec room when Liz answered in the affirmative. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly to clear her head of the confusing, cacophony of thoughts swirling through it and shoved off the windowsill, slipping from Michael’s grasp and tried to edge around him, gasping when his fingers tightened on her hips, yanking her firmly against the hard, unforgiving wall of his chest.
Tipping her head back, she studied him warily once more, the air ripping from her lungs when their bodies melted and fused together once more as he dipped his face, his eyes dancing over hers searchingly and pressed his lips to her ear, whispering heatedly before relinquishing his hold. “We aren’t done, Parker; you can’t run forever.”