Characters: Mi/L, M/M
Genres: Comedy
Rating: Mature
Michael scratched at his eyebrow as he watched Isabel walk away. "There was actually a third thing."
"A third thing?" Max asked absently. He kept reading the translated pages from where he was perched on the bridge.
"Yeah... one of those... just so you know things..." Michael leaned on his bike and crossed his arms. "Some... other stuff happened in Las Cruces."
"Other stuff?"
"Yeah. We... got a little excited with our little discovery this morning and... things advanced." Michael tried to speak casually but his body wanted to respond to the memories he was having.
"Michael." Max's head shot up. "Please tell me you and Maria used something."
"Of course I used something. I'm not an idiot." Michael winced at his own words. "I... we can... prolong that culmination stuff..."
"What are you talking about?" Max pressed, letting the pages droop in front of him.
"So... Maria and I did it. It was like you said. I got there and I was flying for like an hour..." Michael nodded to the ground. "She... passed out."
"Is she okay?"
"She's more than okay. She'll just take a day or two to... recover. Apparently... I was too much for her." Michael smirked at the thought and then took a deep breath. "Thing was... I was still... excited."
"Wait a minute... where was Liz in all this?" Max queried and watched Michael stare up at the sky.
"Well. While Maria and I were busy, she was reading that." He blindly pointed to the pages in Max's hand. "Then when Maria was passed out in the backseat..."
"You did it in the Jetta?" Max shook his head.
"It's roomier than it looks... but I was saying... There's something different about Liz now. You healed her and changed her and... that increases the hangtime."
"You had sex with Liz?" Max blinked and blinked. He couldn't decide whether to be jealous, pissed or even to care.
"Yeah." Michael started pacing. "So you've changed her somehow and..."
"Maybe it's a first time thing. The first time only lasts an hour and after that... like you said, hangtime is longer." Max tried to reason it out.
"Could be but..."
"I mean. Both you and Liz had already... before you were together..." Max saw Michael shaking his head in the negative. "What?"
"While not my first time, was definitely hers." He saw Max's shoulders sag with that admission and he quickly moved on. "I guess I still had adrenaline in my system... from the bomb and the book translation. Liz and I just... and it was awesome." Michael admitted and waited for the reality to set in with Max. "I really do think though... that it wasn't me. I think it was her."
"So... hangtime was longer." Max stated slowly.
"And better."
"Question..." Max still couldn't make a decision on how to feel. "How the HELL did you and Liz just... have sex?"
"Hot alien sex." Michael corrected.
"Michael." Max warned.
"I don't know. I got out of the backseat and put my jeans on and there she was, sitting on my bike, rereading the translation and I just went."
"And that's it." Max shook his head in exasperation. "She just let you..."
"Let me tell you... I guess I don't have to though. You know how she kisses." He shrugged and climbed onto the bike. "She made me wear two, though."
"Don't blame her... did you tell... either of them?" Max whispered suddenly.
"Naw. You're the dad... you spread the news." Michael started up the engine. "I gotta go... she wants a repeat performance... she was right up there with me... for two... hours."
"Two hours?" Max blinked. "And you're walking around?"
"Fast recovery." He nodded. "When you figure out what we're going to do... call over to Liz's... I wanna test that hangtime theory of yours."
"Well, you know... the only real way to test that is for me to..." Max started but Michael cut him off.
"Like Liz would let you anywhere near her... not while she's got me anyway... later, Maxwell."
The End
DMartinez