Author: Linda
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: R (For Situation)***
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...
The Six of Us Against the World (Part 22)
Max stared at Liz's wet, sleek body, as she gently ran the
razor up her leg, and he gave up the fight.
Liz was taken by surprise when Max took the razor out of her
hand, tossed it in the sink behind him, and lifted Liz up under
the arms, as he stepped into the shower with her, fully dressed.
Liz laughed as she saw Max even had his sneakers still on. He
gently placed her against the tile behind her and held her up
high enough so he could be eye to eye with her.
"Max?" Liz smiled waiting.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, just letting his eyes soak in
her face, hair, neck and body as he held her up.
"You're in the shower all dressed." She laughed. And
could feel her whole body heating everywhere Max's eyes touched.
"You got a problem with that?" he asked as he leaned in
closer for a kiss.
She saw his long lashes as his eyes half closed and focused on
her lips as his own approached hers.
"No, not at all," she whispered and as Max captured her
mouth, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on.
Liz sighed into Max mouth. She loved just kissing him.
Max leaned back slightly and rested his forehead against hers as
they both tried to catch their breath. His breath was raging in
and out of his lungs. The stream of water from the shower pouring
down his face only accented the passionate darkness of his eyes.
She was sleek and wet. The feel of her wrapped around him was
intoxicating. He could feel the heat of her though his wet
clothes. Their faces were close, their eyes locked. Each had
forgotten the shower pouring over them as the passion within took
over. Heart pounded against heart. Need pounded against need.
Then Liz's eyes lowered to his mouth once more and he lost the
rest of his control.
His mouth took hers wildly, and she answered. Unleashed, the
passion drove them far past sanity, beyond the civilized and into
the dark tunnel of their need and desire for one another. His
lips sped across her face, seeking to devour all that could be
consumed and more. When his teeth scraped over the cord of her
neck, Liz moaned and drew him closer to her.
Max could feel every line and curve of Liz as though there were
no clothes between them. Her heart pounded. It seemed as if it
had worked its way inside his chest to merge with his. Her body
felt like a furnace. He hadn't known there could be such heat
from a living thing. But alive she was,
moving, hands seeking, mouth greedy. The water sluicing over
them, now losing it's heat, should have cooled the fire, yet it
stroked it higher so that the water might have sizzled on
contact.
He knew only greed, only ageless need and primitive urges. She'd
bewitched him from the first instant he'd seen her years ago, and
now, tonight she had asked for the fire. Her hands were in his
hair; bringing his mouth back to hers again and again so that her
lips could leave him breathless,
arouse more hunger.
In frenzy, Liz dragged at his shirt, yanking and tugging until it
was over his head and discarded. With a long, low moan, she ran
her hands over him. Max's shuddered at her touch
His hands slid over her wet skin, kneading, possessing, and
hurrying in his greed for more. She arched against him, agile and
demanding.
He tasted the water from the shower on her, and it was laced with
her own scent. Like a drowning man he clung to her as he sank
beneath the depths. He knew what it was to want a woman, this
woman, but not like this. Desire could be controlled, channeled,
guided. But love was more powerful than desire, as Max had always
known.
Mindlessly, he continued to kiss her and caress her. Heat
suffused him. The water pelted on his back unfelt, ran from his
hair onto her hands, that gripped his strong shoulders, but did
nothing to wash away the passion that drove them both closer and
closer to the peak.
Then Max stepped back a little and they were both fighting with
his jeans, hands tangling together while their lips fused again.
The sounds coming low from Liz's throat might have been his name
or some new spell she was weaving over him. He no longer cared.
Later, Max leaned them both against the tile, his head cradled
in Liz's neck, as he tried to catch his breath. He reached one
hand out to shut off the now cold water, and eased away from Liz.
He studied her. The burning look in his eyes couldn't hide the
concern he now had for the control
he had lost.
Liz smiled brightly up at him, all the passion and love she felt,
in her eyes. He knew she was okay, and sighed. He hadn't hurt her
with his total unleashed passion.
The love he felt for Liz couldn't even be described or put into
words. She completed him. She was his other half, and he had
never known what that meant until now.
He dropped a kiss on her lips, soft, more like a whisper, then
lifted her into the cradle of his arms.
Liz's laugh was deep and husky and she was giddy from the feeling
of weightlessness and ease with which he lifted her.
Somewhere in the midst of all that passion, Max had managed to
get his sneakers and socks off, but didn't even notice as he
carried Liz out of the shower.
Max gently placed Liz on one of the double beds and followed her
down, until they were skin to skin, touching everywhere. Max
sighed and just held her. Just loving having Liz in his arms
again.
She nuzzled against him when he ran his hands down her back.
Strong hands, toughened in contrast to hers. There were no others
she could ever imagine touching her.
Liz snuggled closer to Max. Max felt the rushing heat of passion
building again. His muscles contracted with it, tightening,
preparing.
Not this time, he told himself as he pressed his mouth
to her throat. This time he would remember her fragility and all
she'd been through recently. And at that thought, he lifted his
head from her neck and met her passion filled, smiling eyes.
Max sucked in his breath and pulled away a little to slide a hand
to Liz's stomach. Then, not taking his eyes from the still flat
surface his hand covered, he slid down until his head was at her
tummy.
Liz held her own breath as she watched Max reverently caress and
brush his cheek over where their baby lay.
"Hi, Baby. It's Daddy. Hope I didn't scare you before. It's
just me," he whispered huskily, then smiled and kissed her
tummy.
Liz at first felt tears of overwhelming feeling as she watched
Max caress their child. Then she couldn't help but laugh at his
last statement.
Max lifted his head and their eyes met. His were bright with
unshed tears and blazing with love. And also a smile hovered
around his cute mouth as he listened to the beautiful sound of
Liz's laugh as she caught his meaning about introducing himself
to their baby earlier.
Then his mouth was on hers again, gently this time, tasting and
nibbling and just enjoying the taste of the slow-building
passion.
He knew that tomorrow they would have so much to do. He still
needed to explain to Liz what he had found out about himself, and
he needed to talk to Jordan again, about what the pregnancy would
be like for Liz. And then, he knew that they had to go back to
Roswell and face their parents.
But tonight--tonight he let all that float away as he concentrated on Liz. Only Liz.