Author Name: Liz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: A little look into Sexual Healing. Max and Liz are at school, and they take a little visit to the Eraser Room...
Spoilers: Sexual Healing (minor)
Category: M/L
Distribution: All of my stuff is at <A HREF="http://www.inficad.com/~jlaw/Liz/Liz.htm">Jessi's Page</A>.
Author's Note: From Liz's POV
Stealing Away
The day is halfway over.
I know that it's completely uncharacteristic of me, Liz
Parker, looking forward to the end of the day...but today, I am.
In fact, I want it to end almost more than I have ever wanted
anything in my life.
There's a movie playing in the Biology room, a dissection video.
Probably the 10th we've watched this year. Usually, I find these
intruiging. Like I said, though, I'm just not feeling myself.
My eyes drift again from the screen once again, and I am
compelled to look at him. As I do, I realize that he is staring
back at me.
I feel a hot flush rise into my cheeks, and it takes all I have
not to look away. His intense eyes are burning into me, probing
my soul, bringing the memories back to the surface. He has never
looked at me like this before.
I like it.
A smile forms on his perfect lips, and somehow I know that he is
remembering, too. I also know that he is anticipating the end of
the day just as I am.
His gaze never falters, and I begin to grow hot. Hasn't Mrs.
Hardy ever heard of air conditioning? A tingle runs up my spine,
and I have to tear my eyes away. This is not the time or the
place.
I force myself to look back at the screen, where a tiny frog is
being pinned down by all fours. A sigh escapes my lips. I can
still feel his lingering gaze burning two perfect holes into the
side of my head. Just as I can feel him, his heat radiating from
him in waves, each one hitting me with more force. The smell of
him is just as overwhelming, and all of my senses are nearing
overload. His presence is so complete, as if he has become part
of me. Oh, how I wish that he would.
I'm staring off into space now, no longer able to watch the
video. Who cares about frogs? All I can think of is Max.
And then there is a clammor of noise, and the lights are
flooding the room. My eyes focus once again, and I realize that
the bell has rung. I blush and spring up from my seat, grabbing
my books. He's standing there before me, casually leaning against
the lab station, an amused grin playing at his mouth.
"Daydreaming?"
I can feel my face grow hotter.
Even the sound of his voice drives me back into that place
that I know I shouldn't be visiting. Not here. He grabs my hand
in his, and then we are walking, out of the Biology lab and down
the hall, down the stairs. I don't think about where he is taking
me, only the feel of his hand and how gently it encases mine. I
love his hands. So strong, so gentle.
I'm not even paying attention as he stops, pulling open some door
and then leading me into a small room. Once I am inside, though,
I know where I am. Another furious blush invades my cheeks, and I
curse at myself for being so damned bashful. "The eraser
room?"
He grins again, nodding.
His face fills my vision as he draws near to me, and I can feel
his breath against my skin. Short, hot gasps that make my nipples
harden. God, I want him.
His lips come crashing down on mine forcefully, and I am lost in
the softness of his mouth. His tongue dances with mine, and I am
holding onto him tightly. Even as I do, I feel like I'm falling.
He kisses me fervently, like it is the last time we'll be
together. His hands are on my arms, and then on my sides. I can
almost feel his need to touch me.
My hands drift down to his, and I slide them up until they rest at the sides of my breasts. He breaks away from me, panting, and I feel his hands trembling through my shirt. I stare into his eyes, feeling myself drown as I do. His fingers grasp at my sides, and I melt for him.
And then he kisses me again, his tongue pushing past my lips
and my teeth, sliding into the very recesses of my mouth. His
body presses against mine, and I can feel all of him. I am
burning for him. His hands slide around to the front of me,
gingerly cupping my breasts. I moan and arch against him, wanting
his hands on my bare skin. Why is it that I don't care where we
are anymore?
He tears his mouth from mine once again, his hot lips tracing a
path down my face and to my neck. His tongue darts out and licks
my skin, cool against my burning flesh. He sucks at me gently,
teeth grazing lightly. I moan his name, my mouth open with
pleasure and gasping for breath. I am spinning. His hands leave
my breasts, sliding down my sides and cupping my ass.
Hold me up, I'm going to fall.
"Oh, God.."
Was that me, or him? I'm not sure.
He squeezes and kneads my flesh, his mouth now on my collarbone.
We are walking, backing up, and I feel the hard wall against my
back. He presses against me then, hands on my hips as he rips my
top button open with his teeth.
My sweet, passionate Max. I love you so much. I want you.
My eyes wander down to him, the soft dark hair that sits under my
chin. I watch as he kisses me, rips open another button. He's
reached my bra, and he traces hot kisses against the edge of the
lace. I can feel my nipples grow harder in anticipation. I need
to feel his mouth on me. I'm pressing against the wall, holding
myself up. God, Max, don't you know what I need...
I want to tell him, but my throat won't work.
But then his mouth, his sweet wonderful mouth is gone, and my hot
skin cools, leaving chill bumps. He comes to kiss me again, dark
eyes hooded, his lips smeared with my lipstick.
As he kisses me he presses against me, his hands returning to my
hips. He lifts me up easily, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
It feels familiar here, in his arms. He's holding my against the
wall with his body, and I feel the hard bulge of him pressing
into my stomach.
Oh, God...
My own body heats up even more.
The door opens, and the room fills with light.
He drops me immediately, placing me carefully down on the floor. At first he doesn't turn around, and I can see him wiping his mouth and adjusting his pants.
I look up at our intruder, and my heart stops when I see the principal.
Shit.
Max turns around, his eyes meeting mine for a moment, the same
look of panic in his. Panic, though, greatly overshadowed by
passion. Hadn't we locked the door? Principals had keys. When had
I become so stupid? One look at Max gave me my answer.
The principal stares at us, his mouth set in a grim line. I
quickly recognize his expression--pure disappointment. I've seen
it many times before.
He pulls the door open wider, and beckons for us to follow him.
My heart pounds in my ears. Max walks out first, waiting for me
once he is outside. As I pass the principal, towering above me
ominously, he places his hand on my shoulder. I freeze.
"You might want to button your shirt."
I blush again, for perhaps the millionth time that day.
My hands fly up to my buttons, fumbling nervously for them. I
know that I am completely red by that time. The buttons are gone.
Holding the top of my shirt together, I chance a peek at Max. He
is staring at me hotly, his breathing still heavy. I
unconsciously let my gaze drop down, finding his pants still
tight. Looking back up at him, he catches my eye. I swear it
seems like he's laughing at me.
Detention.
A word I'd never associated with myself, until today. Just the simple thought of it has always frightened me. But here I am, sitting in the silent room, in a desk in the very back. Max is two desks over, but I don't dare look at him. I'm having a hard enough time looking up at all.
I still remember the stares we got as we walked in. And the
laughter. I had begged the principal for a safety pin at least,
but he had simply responded that I was getting what I had asked
for. And so here I sat, holding my shirt together firmly and
still blushing furiously.
I'm contemplating sleeping, even, when a small piece of paper
floats my way. It lands in my lap, and I pick it up with one
hand, unfolding it with my teeth.
I hear quiet laughter, and shoot a contemptuous look at Max
before reading the note. He's still laughing.
'It was worth it.'
I can't help but smile.