Roswell Fanatics

Title: Yes I Do
Author: bLoOdReDeMpReSs
Disclaimer: i think we know who Roswell belongs to by now...
Rating: TEEN
Summary: A challenge from michaelandliz4ever, based on the song "Just For" by Nickelback!
A/N: This is short and sweet. It was just an idea that popped in my head after reading the challenge by michaelandliz4ever. If you would like me to continue it...let me know...or if you think it is best as a one parter let me know. THANKS FOR READING!! HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

"Max! How many times do I have to tell you?!? We. Are. Through!" Michael glanced up from his spot at the grill as Liz's sultry voice reverbarated through the empty diner. Adorning a scowl, he glared at Maxwell. No longer was he Max, no, he didn't deserve that title anymore. He was Maxwell, now and forever. Michael watched as Liz tried walking away from Maxwell, only causing him to reach out and grasp tightly onto her bicep. Before he could even blink, Max found himself flat on his back staring up at an angry Michael. "Michael, what..?" he winced, trying to sit up. Michael growled, grabbing Max by the collar and draggin him to the door, throwing him outside. He soundlessly closed the door, locked it, drew the blinds and left Max outside in the freezing rain.

Michael turned back around to find Liz staring at him, eyes wide, 'almost' demanding an explanation. "What?" Michael shrugged. "You know, that wasn't very nice," She said, smiling. "Yes, well, you deserve better, Liz," He said, walking over to her. "Oh, really?" Liz asked, grinning. "Yes, yes you do," He whispered as he got closer to her.

Liz shook her head and turned to head into the back room. "Liz, wait," He said coming over to her and grasping her arm gently. "Are you okay?" He asked, slowly running his fingers over the area where Max had grabbed her. Liz noticeably shivered and Michael smiled as she tried getting her voice to work. "Ye...yeah," She cleared her throat, turning her head in his direction.

Her eyes met his and Michael could swear she could see into his soul. "Michael?" Liz whispered as she stared into those hazel orbs. "Yeah?" He whispered just as softly as he got lost in her chocolate whirlpools. "Wh...What's happening?" She said softly, unconciously moving closer to him. "Something real," He answered strongly as he stepped closer to her. Before she knew, Liz found herself leaning towards Michael almost begging to place her lips upon his. Michael grasped the back of her neck and brought her closer as his lips began to caress hers.

Liz felt desire course through her veins as Michael's lips devoured hers. As his lips descended to her neck, Liz moaned. "Michael, wait," She said, reluctantly pushing him away. "What?" Michael asked, his breathing a little unsteady. "What are we doing?" She ran a hand through her hair as she sat down on one of the stools. "We are thinking about ourselves for once." He sat down next to her.

"We've always thought about ourselves..." Liz started, but Michael cut her off. "No we haven't, Liz. Don't you get it? We haven't thought about ourselves, cuz if we had, we would have been together a long time ago," he almost whispered. Liz looked at him quizzically. "Michael, I don't know what you are talking about." She chuckled nervously. "Liz, come on, yes you do," he said, reaching out to grasp her hand.

Liz moved her hand out of the way and stood up. "Michael, don't do this, please," she pleaded.

"God, Liz! Do you know how many times I could of killed Max for hurting you? You and I both know that you made sacrifices for him, for all of us, and all he cared about was himself!" Michael's voice raised. Liz glared at him. "Don't you think I know that?!" She yelled back at him. Michael moved over to her, gently grasping her face in his hands. "Liz, I love you, I always have." He was barring his soul, for her.

Liz shook her head. "Michael, you don't know what your saying," she tried walking away. Michael moved faster then her and grabbed her arm pulling her back to him. "Yes I do, Liz!" He told her, their lips inches away from touching. Liz could feel his breath on her skin, which sent tingles down her spine.

"Michael," she breathed out right before his lips came crashing down on hers, once more. As lips tested and tasted each other, hands began to roam conciously. Michael ran his hands through her hair, gently tugging her head to the side, as his lips began their delicious attack on her neck. Liz moaned softly, as her hands roamed over Michael's chest and stomach, feeling his muscles ripple and tense under her touch.

Meanwhile, the radio still played in the background, drowning out their sighs and moans. Michael pulled his mouth from hers as the DJ began talking.

"Well, Roswell, this next selection is from Dr. Love and he sends it to a Ms. Shirley Temple. Whoever she is....she must be pretty special, hope you enjoy!" The DJ's voice faded away as the song began playing.

I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
And I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do

Liz looked up at Michael through half lidded eyes. "What--?" "Shh, just listen Liz," He said, putting his finger to her lips.

And I want to make him regret
Life since the day he met you
Yes I do
And I want to make him take back
All that he took from you
Yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do

Liz listened as the song faded away, tears pooling in her eyes. "Liz, I know it doesn't mean much, but I literally could kill Max for everything he has ever done to you," He whispered, wiping away her fallen tears. "You have spent too much of your time crying and in pain over him and I want to change that. If you'll let me Liz, I'll show you that not all men are like Maxwell Evans," He stated sincerely, looking into her eyes.

Liz smoothed the hair back from his forehead. "How Maria ever fell out of love with you, I'll never understand, because I know I never stopped," She whispered, looking deep into his eyes, into his soul. Michael knew that if they connected, he would become vulnerable to her and to him it didn't seem like a bad idea, as he slowly began opening up his mind, sparking to life their dormant connection, as their lips crashed together passionately.

::::FLASH:::::

Michael coming out of his pod, covered in the gook.
Michael walking down the highway, lonely and scared.
Seeing Liz for the first time on the playground, thinking she was really cute.
Watching her in the Crashdown as she cleaned up all the mess.
Feelings of warmth, spread through him as he watched her laugh and joke around with Alex and Maria.
When she was shot, feeling how scared Michael was for her, because he loved her.

:::::END FLASH:::::

And vice versa, Michael saw flashes of Liz.

::::FLASH::::

Liz's love for her Grandma Claudia as she sits on her lap.
Liz dancing around her room as she sings Metallica songs.
The fear racing through her veins as she was shot, thinking she was going to die.
Another fear of seeing him sick and not being able to do anything.
Feeling comforted as he pulled her into his arms after Max had been captured, never wanting to leave his arms.
Being jealous as Maria was telling her about her and Michael's first time, because she wanted to be his first.

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Michael and Liz pulled away breathlessly, looking into each other's eyes. "A part of me did love her once Liz, but I was never in love with her," Michael explained, once he caught his breath. Liz nodded her head. "I know," She whispered, kissing him softly again. "And, I love you, too," She whispered before grasping his hand in hers. "Come on, my parents aren't home. Let's go up to my room," She suggested, pulling him with her as she started walking towards the back.

Michael used his powers to shut off the lights in the diner as she led him upstairs, into her private sanctuary where he had only dreamed of being. Tonight would be a night for many firsts, despite previous actions. He loved her and he would do anything for her. 'Just for her,' Michael thought to himself as he closed her bedroom door behind him, sealing it shut with his powers.