Author: Girl with No Willpower (Dee)
Coupling: M/L, CC
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell and if I did this is what would have happened.
Rating: Adult (Now that I've started again I can't make myself stop.)
Summary: So this is the follow-up story to Stay the Night that I said I wouldn't write, the one I said I would put off. Well...it decided it didn't want to be put off and here I am. This story begins the morning after Stay the Night ends.
AN: This is my fantasy version of Roswell, what I wished would have happened. I'm not going to be updating this story like crazy because I'm focusing my attention on ATTWT, Octoroon and an AU fic I'm planning to write with Applebylicious. But you know me...I'll definitely update on a regular basis. Now without further ado:
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Yours
Chapter 1
He could hardly believe he was waking up beside her.
The weak rays of dawn filtered in through his drapes, bathing her naked form in a dusky orange glow. She lay sprawled atop the sheets, her hair spilled across his pillow like liquid silk. She was beautiful and just looking at her filled Max with a wonder he could hardly contain.
Had she really slept beside him last night? Had they really made love? Max was having a hard time processing the reality. Even when he touched the cool smoothness of her skin, smelled her scent he still found himself afraid to blink for fear when he opened his eyes again she would vanish.
But she didn’t vanish. In fact, under the feather light caresses of his fingers, she muttered in her sleep and turned into his body, throwing one haphazard leg across his hip. Max couldn’t suppress his smile over the sleepy gesture, but then he felt guilty for it. He felt guilty that he should feel so happy, so content when they were putting Alex in the ground today. The recollection was a sobering one, bringing with it a multitude of other sobering thoughts…namely: Tess.
She had lied to them all, but especially to him. Liz had warned him against trusting her from the first moment Tess had arrived in town and for the most part Max had listened. But after he found Liz in bed with Kyle that horrible night his entire world had flipped upside down. He had let Tess in and that one moment of weakness proved to be one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made. He had given her access to his mind and she had played around with it like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn.
Now he couldn’t recall any of the so-called memories they had accessed during their retrieval sessions. Max was just as ignorant of Antar as he had been before Tess Harding stepped into their lives. She had used his vulnerability, his broken heart to play him like a fiddle, giving him the memories that she wanted him to have, pushing him towards some unknown goal he didn’t know. This entire time she had been isolating him, chinking away at his self-confidence, exacerbating the already shaky trust between him and Liz. And he had let her…fool that he was. He had brought the traitorous bitch into their circle and who knew what the repercussions because of it.
It was strange how making love with Liz just seemed to clear him of the fog that had been surrounding him for months now. Strange and yet right that, the moment their bodies joined into one, his world, the world in general became right again. He had woken up, so to speak. He could finally see through clear eyes again and his mind recognized what his heart had known all the while: Liz Parker was his destiny. Not some obscure kingship on a distant planet, but this brilliant, brave girl lying beside him.
However, Max couldn’t rejoice fully with the realization. They still had much tragedy to face. Their dear friend was still dead and his death was still shrouded in mystery. They still had a traitor living among them and, lastly, he and Liz were still on shaky ground, namely because they’d had unprotected sex the night before.
While Max’s logical mind told him there was no way he and Liz could make a baby considering their different genetic backgrounds part of Max knew better. Just like part of him knew, absolutely knew that they had created life together when they made love. He didn’t share his theory with Liz. Max knew that now wasn’t the time. She had slept fitfully enough as it was with all her grief over Alex. She didn’t need to worry about becoming a teen mother to an intergalactic child on top of everything else. Max would keep quiet about it…for now…
Liz stirred against him, tightening her leg around his body to pull him closer. She mumbled something in her sleep, whimpered a moan. Worried, Max whispered her name softly and reached out to caress her cheek. To his surprise she turned her face into his hand, darting her tongue against the fleshy part of his palm in a provocative caress. His body began stirring to life in response.
“You’re awake,” he surmised softly, brushing her lips in a soft kiss of good morning.
“For the last five minutes now,” she confirmed without opening her eyes, “You’ve been staring at me again, Max Evans.” And then her lashes fluttered up and she regarded him with an unconcealed expression of love. Max couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her so unguarded. His throat ached with emotion to see it. “I was thinking this might be a dream,” she murmured.
“What?”
Liz trailed her fingers lightly down the middle of his naked chest, marveling in the satiny smooth feel of his skin. “Last night,” she whispered, “I thought…I thought maybe I imagined it…” She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth. “Did we really make love last night, Max?”
“I was asking myself that same thing not ten minutes ago,” he laughed softly, his own hands continuing their roaming search. He simply couldn’t get enough of touching her. “Even with you lying here next to me…it still doesn’t seem real.”
“But it is,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his throat, “You were really inside me last night.”
“Yes,” he moaned, plunging his fingers into her hair as she stroked her hands all over his skin, “I was really inside you.”
He started to kiss her, suddenly filled with the need to be inside her again but she stiffened against him and sucked in a sharp breath of dismay. “And Alex is really dead, isn’t he?” she queried painfully, “That part wasn’t a dream, was it, Max?”
“No,” he answered sadly, “We’re burying him today…remember?”
Liz shook against him, her hot tears leaking onto his shoulder. “I don’t want to remember,” she mumbled, “I just want to freeze this moment with you and not think about anything else.”
“I wish we could do that, Liz,” he murmured gently, “But your parents are probably going to realize you’re gone soon…and my parents…”
“…They wouldn’t exactly be receptive to finding me in your bed,” Liz concluded grimly.
“Exactly,” he confirmed in a miserable sigh. However, Max hugged her close though when he should have let her roll away to get dressed. “I don’t want to let you go, Liz,” he whispered, “I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing for the last few months and, frankly, I’m sick of it.”
“Me, too,” Liz mumbled.
He brushed his lips across the top of her head. “I want to keep you with me…just hold you like this forever.”
“Max, will you do something for me?” she asked, her words muffled against his chest.
“Anything,” he promised softly, tipping his head down to see her face.
“Will you…make love to me again?” Liz beseeched, “Just once more before I go home…before this afternoon… I just need something to hold on to.”
Max was more than eager to fulfill her request. Besides being eager to join his body with hers again Max was also acutely aware that their first time together hadn’t been all that thrilling for her. He had been so excited, so overwhelmed to be inside her that it had been impossible to stave off his orgasm. He wanted to make that up to her, but he was uncertain as to whether he should try at that particular moment. Max realized she was vulnerable and heartbroken and he didn’t want to take advantage of that. Last night they had both been numb from shock and pain, but this morning was something entirely different and there was still so much they hadn’t talked about. Still…
“Are you sure?” he asked in a trembling whisper, “Maybe we should talk first?”
“Later,” she whispered, reaching down between them and grasping hold of his swollen cock. She stroked her fingers along the satiny hot tip. Max hissed out her name in a pleasured moan.
“God…oh…god…Liz,” he gasped, his hips jerking spasmodically under her light exploration.
“Please, Max…” she coaxed, scooting nearer so that she could nuzzle along his collarbone even while her fingers continued to play over his fevered flesh, “I need you…”
They sought out each other’s mouths for a wet, languid kiss, bodies conforming against each other in perfect alignment. Max slipped his hand down the smooth contour of Liz’s back, savoring the satiny feel of her skin, wanting her absorb her into his own. Her fingers continued to work, despite the tight confines, stroking up and down his distended length. Max caught hold of her hand when it began to feel too good and brought it up against his chest. “Stop it,” he implored gruffly, rearing back for a hasty breath, “You’re going to make me come.”
Her belly quivered deliciously at his whispered plea. Suddenly, she felt consumed with the need, the irrepressible desire to do just that. She wanted to make Max Evans come. Max must have read her intention in her eyes because he kissed her again, fervent and hard. “You first,” he whispered, “I want to make you come first, Liz.”
“I know we don’t have time…” she murmured as he gently kissed his way down her throat, “…to go slow…”
Max lifted his head to look at her then, his gold-green eyes soft and solemn. “We have time, Liz,” he said thickly, “I’ll always make time for you. I love you, Liz. I want to show you how much.”
To prove the validity of his words, Max shifted onto his side and leaned up over Liz with the intention of kissing every inch of her nude form. And that is exactly what Max did. He traced his tongue along the sensitive rim of her ear; kissed a path down the shivering length of her to pay homage to the gentle curves of her hips, nuzzled against her ankles, caressed her slender feet…kissed her there as well…
Liz matched his ardor-filled exploration, matching him touch for touch, kiss for kiss. They took time to enjoy each other thoroughly, forgetting for the moment that the outside world was waiting to crash in. Forgetting for the moment that their entire world had changed over night. In that hour everything was perfect and magical and right and nothing existed except for the two of them.
Max felt dizzy with the privilege of caressing Liz, remembering all the times he had yearned to see her this way and touch her…touch her all over. And now he fulfilled his fantasies, delighting in each breathless moan, each whispered plea, each reflexive caress. By the time he leaned above her to grope for a condom in his nightstand drawer she was flushed pink with desire.
With hasty hands and nervous giggles they rolled the latex on together, both blushing over the task, their fingers tangling clumsily. Max flashed a concerned smile down at Liz as he leaned over her and positioned himself between her legs. He brushed himself against her center, flinching a little at the moist heat he found there. “Is this okay?” he whispered, “I mean…if you’re too sore…”
“I’m fine, Max,” she told him, smoothing her hands down his back until they fit perfectly in the small of his back. She lifted her hips against his in unmistakable invitation. “I’m ready.”
Shaking aside his lingering reservations, Max took his time easing into her body, carefully watching her face for any signs of discomfort. But there were none. Her expression was cleansed of everything but quiet ecstasy as he stretched inside her, filling her one excruciating inch at a time. Liz groaned beneath him, arching her hips spasmodically to speed his progress. Encouraged, Max pushed deeper, burying himself all the way. He expelled a shuddering moan of pleasure as her warm flesh closed all around him, enveloping him. After taking a moment to let her adjust, Max pulled out of her, only to enter her once more with the same painstaking slowness.
Liz whispered his name, drawing his head down against her so that his face was cradled in the crook of her neck. “You don’t have to go so slow.”
He groaned over her husky invitation and gratefully picked up the speed of his thrusts. Max rocked inside her, his heart thundering as Liz wrapped herself all around him, her arms, her legs…her heart… The room came alive with the sound of their soft cries of repletion and the gentle squeaking of the bed. Neither of them cared.
Max was overwhelmed, not only by the pleasure he was giving but the pleasure he was inciting as well. He knew how close Liz was to the edge, could feel the desperate need pounding within her and he wanted to give that to her. He wanted to make her come apart just as she’d done to him the night before. Possessed by the need, Max stroked inside her steadily, concentrating on hitting the spot he knew gave her the most gratification.
She came in an unexpected rush, clenching his pistoning hips between her thighs and reflexively biting down into Max’s shoulder as streaks of body tingling pleasure shot through her limbs. The trembling spasms of her inner walls were too much for Max. He thrust into her one last time, driving hard, and shuddering with the force of his own orgasm. When the mad tingling of his body had subsided somewhat, Max relaxed against her completely, curving his arms beneath her shoulders as he waited for his ragged breathing to even.
Liz lifted a weary hand to lightly finger the damp strands of his hair, playing around with the curling ends. She savored the moment because there had been a time when she thought she’d never touch his hair again. She had thought that she would never hold him like this. Liz was unexpectedly assailed by the knowledge that they had nearly lost out on each other because of all the lies and misunderstandings. They had almost lost this moment.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, Max,” she said, suddenly overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all, overwhelmed by how much she had changed with that one half-truth and what she’d almost lost.
“I know you had your reasons,” Max replied but then his expression closed off a little and he pulled out of her body and rolled upright. After removing the condom with the aid of his powers, Max drew his knees against his chest, circling them with his arms as he fixed his eyes ahead blindly. “Did you just not trust me with the truth, Liz?”
Liz sat up as well, laying her head against his shoulder “No,” she denied, “It’s not that, Max. It was never that. I always trusted you or I never would have done any of this to begin with.”
He leveled her with a look of hurt confusion. “Then why?”
Liz forced herself to maintain his gaze, though it was hard to do. “At first…I was just afraid to tell you and then…after that…everything just snowballed and I didn’t know how to tell you the truth anymore.”
Her words struck a chord of guilt within him. Max could well understand how the situation snowballed. He thought about himself and Tess. At one time he wouldn’t have deigned to talk to her, let alone trust her. But after he saw Kyle and Liz together everything had quickly spiraled out of control. Despite all his attempts to regain control, however, Max knew now that he never had.
He turned to Liz now, gathering her into his arms to press a kiss to the top of her rumpled head. “So tell me exactly what he said,” Max cajoled, “This…this future version of me. Tell me exactly what happened that day.”
“Well, I was in my room,” Liz began with a shuddering sigh, “And I was daydreaming about you, like usual when…”
They once again forgot about the time as Liz recounted that day’s events and her feelings about those events to him. Max learned that it was never really Liz’s idea to turn him away from her at all, but his own. In an ironic way, he was to blame for all that had unfolded since then. His future self and his oh so brilliant plan… Max understood now that Liz broke her own heart to save his life and Isabel’s and Michael’s. She did it knowing she would probably never have recognition for her deed and knowing she’d incur his hatred because of it.
Max stared at her with wonder-filled eyes, as if he could hardly believe she was real. “What did I do?” he whispered, “What did I do to deserve you, Liz Parker?”
“Don’t say things like that,” she muttered, “I made a big mess of everything, Max.”
He searched her anguished features in confusion. “How can you say that?” he asked, “You saved all our lives, Liz. You changed the future.”
“Was it for the better?” she queried thickly, “Because you know…in that first timeline, Alex lived. He was there at our wedding, Max. He was alive and now…now he’s not…because I changed things…”
“Liz, don’t you blame yourself,” Max ordered fiercely, “What happened to Alex is not your fault!”
“Then why does it feel like it?” she mumbled.
“Stop it,” he admonished quietly, covering her trembling mouth with his own, “Just stop it. We’re going to find out what happened to Alex, Liz. We’ll find out together.” He glanced over at the digital clock beside his bed, realizing that more than two hours had commenced since they’d first awakened. Beyond his door he could hear the telltale sounds of his family rising. “We should get dressed now,” he told Liz.
“I know,” Liz agreed, but neither of them made any attempt to move. Instead, Liz snuggled deeper into the circle of his arms. “I don’t want to leave.”
“And I don’t want you to leave,” Max said, “But, unfortunately, we can’t stay here forever, Liz. We can’t afford any trouble from our parents…not with everything else going on.”
“You’re right,” she replied glumly, finally rolling from the bed to pull on her clothes, “I should get home and start getting ready for the funeral. So should you.”
For a moment, Max watched her movements with avid eyes, studying her body in open adoration before climbing from beneath the sheets to follow your example. “Go wait for me in the jeep,” he told her, “I’m going to go make excuses to my folks…tell them I need to get some air or something.”
“Max, you don’t have to take me home,” Liz protested, “I can walk. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“No, you won’t,” Max replied firmly, his eyes dark with determination as he pulled her into his arms to hold her tight, “That’s just it, Liz. You don’t have to be by yourself. Not anymore. Never again.”