Author: Linda
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG-14
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing 'em. I promise to return them the way I found 'em. ;-)
Summary: Post Heatwave- The six Roswell High kids become closer and realize through good times and bad, that no matter what they go through, it really is, "the six of them against the world". They go to Mexico for winter break, learn more about the aliens they came from, and all with the FBI and a certain sheriff, one step behind them. Or is there someone closer?
Max didn't know what time it was when he and Liz got to the
long wooden stairs leading from the beach to the hotel, but he
guessed it was late. There were only a few stray people around,
on the beach and on the street above, that Max could see. He
motioned for Liz to go ahead of him up the stairs, but when she
raised a foot to put it on the first steep step, Max saw her
wince.
"Liz?" he asked, touching her arm and turning her
around gently.
Liz smiled brightly and lightly caressed his strong muscular arm.
" I'm okay, Max. Just a little sore." She blushed and
looked down.
Max sucked in his breath. He had hurt Liz! He didn't like knowing
that Liz had to be in pain because of him.
Liz saw the regret flash through Max's eyes and then he pulled
her close to him, looked down into her face, and slid a hand
between her legs.
Liz gasped from Max's touch. It would always be electric. She
melted against him for a minute and then realized what he was
trying to do.
"Max! Not here. We could be seen!" Max had wanted to
heal her! Liz's heart swelled even more for the gentle soul Max
possessed.
Max pulled back realizing where they were and sighed. Then shook
his head to clear it. "You're right. Sorry. I wasn't
thinking of anything but-"
"My comfort." Liz finished gently and cupped Max's face
with her hand. "I love you, Max. And I'm fine. This is a
normal thing for a woman to go through. It won't last long. And
besides, I like the reminder." Liz smiled up into his eyes.
"It reminds me of WHY it's a bit uncomfortable." She
whispered.
Now Max blushed, and grinned. He still didn't like the idea of
her hurting though. For any reason! Making a decision, he lifted
her up in his arms and cradled her against him.
"Max!" Liz exclaimed and met his smiling eyes.
"You gonna argue about this too, Liz Parker?" He asked
with a teasing glint.
Liz shook her head and laughed. Max was holding her, with no
effort whatsoever, to him, and she could feel his muscles ripple
all around her. She was warm and safe in Max's arms. If it made
him happy to do this for her, she wasn't going to say no to such
a chivalrous, romantic act.
She snuggled her face into Max's chest and let him carry her up
the steep stairs. She just smiled as she inhaled the scents of
Max's warm body and felt the play of each muscle as he moved, and
the ease with which he carried her.
Max put Liz down as the reached the front of the hotel, and took
her hand as they walked across the quiet lobby, and to the
deserted elevators.
Max unlocked the door to his room quietly, knowing the two rooms
the gang shared, were open to each other. The three girls had the
adjoining room, and they had all silently agreed to leave the
door open between the two rooms.
They heard the TV and saw the glow from the other room as they
entered through the door in the boys' room.
They walked to the entrance between the doors and looked in.
The two double beds in the girls' room were occupied. Isabel and
Alex were cuddled up on one bed, and Michael and Maria were on
the other. All four looked like they had fallen asleep watching
TV together.
Max smiled even wider and headed back into the adjoining room,
leaving the door open still between the rooms. He just wanted to
hold Liz the rest of the night himself.
Liz grabbed her bag she still hadn't completely unpacked, and
followed Max into the other room.
Liz went into the bathroom, showered off the sand, smiling and
blushing at the crazy places she found it. Then with a towel
wrapped around her, she came out of the bathroom, grabbed her
t-shirt and shorts that she slept in, and her toothbrush.
Max gave her a hot look as she came back into the room. He was
leaning back on one of the beds in the guys' room, flipping
channels, waiting for his turn in the bathroom. He hadn't
expected to see Liz come out in just a towel, but then, he had
seen her in less, just an hour ago.
He knew if he had gone to her then, to kiss her soft smelling
clean skin like he wanted to, they'd end up doing more than
sleeping in his bed. So he stayed where he was, and his eyes
followed Liz as she walked back into the bathroom leaving the
door open, to let the steam out so it would clear the mirrors.
Liz brushed her teeth, washed her face and then looked up. She
could see Max standing in the doorway of the open bathroom just
watching in fascination.
Liz looked in the mirror to see if she had something on her face,
then back at Max. "What?" she asked.
Max grinned and blushed at having been caught watching Liz do her
nightly routine. But it just amazed him to watch her do the
little intimate things like getting ready for bed.
Liz realized this without Max having to say anything. She too
realized that they were seeing sides of each other than most
couples didn't see for many years. She smiled and moved aside for
him to come in.
Max reached for his toothbrush and then paused as he met her
gaze in the mirror.
Liz raised an eyebrow. "I'm not leaving either." She
smiled.
Max grinned and nodded. He didn't mind. He liked having Liz
close. He watched Liz reach for some kind of cream and she
smoothed it onto her face as he brushed his teeth.
He enjoyed watching Liz smooth on lotion all over her, and
swallowed when she lifted a leg onto the closed toilet seat, and
ran the lotion up her leg.
Liz was sneaking glances at Max as he brushed his teeth, as well.
She couldn't help but find it sexy to watch him just leaning over
the sink and spitting toothpaste into it. She knew she was
loosing it big time!
When she looked over again, Max just had the toothbrush sticking
out of his mouth, forgotten, as his eyes followed the path her
hands were taking up her leg.
Liz put her leg down and blushed. She didn't know why she felt
shy, considering what they had done on the beach, but this just
seemed more private, this intimate routine of getting ready for
bed.
Max saw her blush, and shook his head and concentrated on
finishing brushing his teeth. It had never taken him so long
before. He grinned as he reminded himself, he had never had Liz
smoothing lotion all over herself two feet from him in nothing
but a towel before either.
Liz walked around Max and gave him a smile, knowing that the two
of them were really enjoying this simple time together.
Liz left the room as Max turned on the shower. He had given her a
look like he wanted to ask her to join him, but then he hadn't.
She knew without him saying it, that he was worried about her
being sore, and the others right on the other side of the open
door. She smiled as she took off the towel and slipped into her
sleep clothes. She pulled the covers down on the bed Max had been
sitting on, and slide between the sheets, and just relaxed,
listening to the sound of the shower, and imagined Max in the
shower washing that sexy body of his. She sighed and started to
get up. So what if everyone was only right next-door.
But as she threw her leg over the bed, she winced. Okay. So maybe
she was a little too sore, she smiled ruefully at herself and got
back under the covers and sighed.
A minute later, Max came out of the bathroom, surrounded by
steam, and in nothing but a towel, himself.
Liz couldn't help but follow him with her eyes, as he crossed the
room and reached for his boxers to sleep in.
Max started to go back into the bathroom, but saw the
disappointment in Liz's eyes, and realized there wasn't anything
she hadn't seen. He grinned, and dropped the towel.
Liz's eyes wandered over him in total approval and when she
finally reached his eyes, she saw the returned passion in Max's
own eyes.
"Max," Liz whispered.
Max slid his boxers on and came over to Liz. He sat on the bed
and cupped her face in his hand.
"I love you Liz, but I'm just going to hold you the rest of
the night," he told her, and himself.
Liz sighed but nodded. He was right. The others were right
next-door, and she was sore. Besides, just being in Max's arms
the rest of the night was enough for her. She smiled and moved
over, making room for Max.
He snapped off the light by the bed, and lifting the covers, he
slid in with her. The light from the TV in the other room let him
see enough of Liz to see she was on her side facing him. He
reached for her and she sighed again in contentment, and snuggled
to get closer to him and lean her head on his
chest. She winced again and smiled. At least she had a reminder
of the fact that Max had been a part of her.
Then she felt Max's hand sliding down between them, until he
found the center of her. Liz gave him access, and looked up into
his eyes. She knew he would not sleep until he knew she was not
hurting. She met his eyes; hers filled with love, and let him do
the healing he had to do.
She missed his hand, when he removed it from between her legs,
and pulled her closer, wrapping both his arms around her.
But then the comfort of Max's heat and arms around her made her
sleepy and she fell asleep smiling at how right it felt just
being in Max Evans's arms.
He stood outside their hotel door with his fists clenched at his sides. He had followed them up here, and it had taken every ounce of control he had, not to make them pay now. But as soon as they were back in Roswell he would make his move. He would finally get rid of Max Evans, and now he would make Liz pay too, for her wicked ways.