Title: What Wasn't Suppose To Happen
Part: 2
Author: Ashley
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Aren't I just so lucky?
Summary: What if Liz didn't pretend to sleep with Kyle, but someone else? Would there be any consequences?
Category: Max and Liz
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Ok, this is a first for me. I mean, writing NC-17, so please go easy on me with this. Also, there are some direct quotes from the episode.
Dedication: This is for two people. They are two extremely talented writers. They are Phaedra and Celeste. Thanks for all the conversations and help. Phae- thanks for trying to take me up on my offer; I understand how things can be. And thanks for being my beta! Celeste- thanks for being there. You really are a great friend. I hope you like my gift to you both.
Spoilers: End Of The World if you haven't seen it.
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Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that everything would change. Liz would change, and Max would change. Both Max's at that too. This was just something that had to be done.
Liz didn't know why, but she knew this was right. She had lied when she told Max that she wasn't ready. Truth be told, she was. She was just to shock at how soon in her life her dream would come true, that is why she lied.
Who did that leave then, Future Max? No, that would be to weird in its self, Liz thought to herself. And besides, if she were to ask him, she would most likely want to go through with the whole thing.
While Liz was getting ready in her bathroom, Max was pacing in the bedroom. How could he do this to her? What if something happens? All these what-ifs were plaguing him. He just didn't know what to do anymore.
"Liz are you sure that you want to do this?" Max asked after knocking on her bathroom door.
As Liz thought about what Maria was saying and what happened last night, only one name came to her, "Max," she whispered.
Liz didn't answer; she was too nervous. Sure, she wanted this, and with Max. But this wasn't the Max that she wanted to share this with. She was happy that it was at least a Max that she knew; that she shared some memories with, and is going to make new ones with.
"Max, I am sure that I want this. Don't worry, and please don't ask again. I don't think you have anything to worry about. Everything is going to be ok."
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Ten minutes had past since they last said a word to each other. They don't know what to say; this situation is too awkward for the both of them.
"Liz," he said, he didn't even have to open his eyes to know it was she.
Liz was still in her bathroom thinking did she really want to do this? Did she want to manipulate this Max to hurt her Max?
Liz then decided to come out; she had to face her fears about intimacy, and to get everything over with. The quicker time went the better. She wanted to savor the moment also, to cherish it in here memories. This was going to be her first time making love, who wouldn't want to cherish that? But the other side of her didn't want to do this. She was going to be making love to Max, but it wasn't her Max! She just wished she could share this with him, and not this future Max. The ironic thing is that she is going to be pushing her Max away for good, and the Max she will be making love to will never exist.
When she came out, she saw Max; he was just lying on her bed. They both had the same look of nervousness on their faces. He looks just as nervous as I do, she thought to herself. She then looked away for a moment, but when she did look at him again, her fears and pain went away. He always had that effect on her. He always, no matter what he did, could cheer her up.
As Liz came closer to Max, she became less nervous. For some reason, this was all starting to feel natural to her. She just thought that it was part of human nature. When she was completely calm, Max got up from where he was lying, and slowly made his way towards her. He had wanted to kiss her ever since he saw her in her room when he arrived. Seeing her at 17 again was too much for him to handle.
Liz felt the same way towards Max. She wasn't sure, but seeing an older version of him, well it was too much to take in. The way he looked maturer, the way his longer hair cascaded around the sides of his face. It was just something she couldn't resist.
When Max was just a step away from her, he knew what to do, and did it. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. At first it was slow and tender, he didn't want to do anything to alarm her. Then when she tried to deepen the kiss, he was more then willing to go along with her. When Max had to make the kiss to come up for air, they both could hear each other whimper at the loss of contact.
"Liz," Max started but still needed to catch his breath, "do you feel the connection starting?" Liz nodded her head.
As they continued to kiss, the connection grew stronger. They could feel what each other were feeling. They could tell what each other were thinking. It was just something special that they would share forever.
As they kissed, he led her to the bed. When there, he never broke the kiss to lay her onto the bed. He was so gentle, she didn't even realize that he laid her on the bed. A few moments later, Liz started to undress Max. She started with his shirt. She was trying to find the kipper but with no such luck. Max was getting restless so her helped her. "Thanks," she whispered against his lips. Now Max started to undress Liz. He pulled the soft fabric out from under her jeans and started to lift it above her head. She lifted her arms to help.
While Max was thinking, he didn't hear Liz come into the room. "Max?" she asked. There was an unspoken question that they both knew, and couldn't hide from.
Max then started to lean back to marvel in her beauty, he remember when he was 17, they way she made him feel. It has been so long since he was 17, and was with her. He wanted to remember this moment for as long as he could.
Seeing Liz like this again brought up many memories. When he first made love to her to the last time before he left. Many changes have happened, but he still loved her. Her body has, and always fit into his, they have always matched up perfectly, at no matter what.
Nothing will ever make him never stop loving her completely; there will always be something there that he will love about her.
When his hand came up to cup one of her breasts, Liz was startled. She didn't let that stop him from doing what he was doing. When they leaned back into each other for another long, passionate kiss, she moaned into his lips as he kneaded her breast with his palm.
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Max surprisingly wasn't nervous. He was going to go see Liz and try and get her to go to that concert with him. If that did not work though, he did have plan b, and it was sitting in his back pocket. Sure, he loved plan b, but that wasn't what he was there to do.
As Max got into his jeep, he was finally getting nervous. Why now, he asked himself mentally. This is the night that would hopefully lead into many other great nights. Nights of being with Liz, doing things together to show how much they loved each other.
Max just pulled up in front of the Crashdown, and just sat there.
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"Max!" Liz moaned his name again. Both she and Max were now completely undress. They still had not taken that final step towards ecstasy, but they were almost there. All they needed to wait for was Liz to be ready.
Liz could not keep her hands off of Max. There was just too much to him that she wanted to feel, too much of him that she wanted to experience. She just wished she had more time to do everything she wanted to do.
"I...I am ready...now Max," she said through rugged breathing.
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Great, now the nervousness comes, Max thought to himself as he sat in his Jeep. That is all he needed now, he just needed not to feel nervous. He just wished that he could go up there and at least talk to her. Try and get her to go the concert as best as he could.
Max got out of the Jeep, and started to walk into the Crashdown. Wait, he thought to himself as he turned to go to her balcony. Max decided to climb her ladder, he thought that it would be more romantic. That was Max alright, he always wanted to be romantic.
As Max started to climb the ladder he thought that he heard a noise coming from Liz's room, but he just shrugged it off. Must be her computer, he thought. When he got to the top, he took the tickets out of his pocket and started to walk towards her window.
Once he got there, he thought he was seeing things. It couldn't be, he thought. Max was looking at Liz alright, but with another person. From Max's view, it looked like they were having sex. All he could see was a man moving between Liz's legs. That is when he heard Liz moan. That is when he knew for sure that they were having sex.
As Liz looked at Max, he expression changed from passion to hurt. That is how she knew Max was at her window. She crooked her head and saw him. He was standing there, two tickets in his hand with a look of utter hurt on his face. But then they locked eyes and she could see hurt and also betrayal in his eyes. She has never felt so horrible in her life.
TBC...
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