Title: Giving
Author: Lori R 9-01
Email:Gussywussy55@yahoo.com
Category/Rating: Outsiders (Max/Isabel) 'PG13'
Disclaimer: Owned by the UPN and J.Katims and not me.
Summary: Max is helping Isabel with something hard for
her:) 
Feedback: Yes please good or bad, it helps me to grow.


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"Max, I don't know if this is such a good idea. Maybe
we shouldn't do it," said Isabel as she wrung her
hands, her voice showing her uncertainty.
Max put his arm around her and smiled his
encouragement.
"It will be fine Isabel, I promise. Once you get
started you will wonder why you never did it before,"
said Max gently.
"But it is such a big step Max, and I don't know if I
can do it," said Isabel.
"Let's just get started and go from there, okay? If
you don't like doing it, then we will never do it
again," said Max turning to face her, searching her
face for signs of acceptance of what was to come.
Isabel sighed and nodded, smiling tremulously.
"Okay Max if you say so," agreed Isabel.
Max smiled and nodded back. "Good, let's begin."

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"Max, I...can't... do this!" panted Isabel as
struggled with her anxieties over the situation.
Max stroked her hair as he held her.
"It is okay Isabel, just breathe deeply and just
relax. You are making it a lot harder on yourself by
acting this way. Just about everyone has gone through
this, so you are not alone in your feelings. Now just
trust me and I will get you through this. You do trust
me don't you?" asked Max as his warm breath caressed
her ear and neck.
Isabel nodded and took her promised deep breaths and
stepped back.
"I'm okay Max, really. I had a moment of weakness, but
now I'm fine. Just tell me what to do," said Isabel
with new resolve.
"Okay, put your hands here and gently pull...gently
Isabel...gently," instructed Max as he guided her
hands with his own until he was sure she had a grasp
of what he wanted her to do.
"It's hard Max!" exclaimed Isabel as she tried to
follow his directions.
"Yes it's hard Isabel, and you are doing a great job,"
said Max as he sighed and stretched.
"Aren't there other ways we could do this?" asked
Isabel as she moved slightly to the side to get more
comfortable.
"Yes there are, but none give you more satisfaction as
this one," replied Max as he shifted to take the
weight from her.
"Please don't tell me you are going to try and put
that in there? It's huge Max, and...and it's...it's
ugly!" exclaimed Isabel as she eyed the object in
question dubiously.
Max frowned as he looked down and said, "It's not ugly
Isabel, it's magnificent! I'm quite proud of it
actually."
Isabel looked at Max's stricken face and said, "I'm
sorry Max. I'm sure it is just wonderful...to some,
but not to me."
Max moved closer to her and said, "Just do your part
and I promise you will find pleasure in it."
"I said I would do this, but I'm not so sure about the
pleasure part," said Isabel as she moved in front of
him.
"Look, I'm going to push into it right here. Think you
can handle it?" asked Max.
"I'll try," said Isabel as she braced herself for what
was to come.
Max took a deep breath and pushed hard and fast.
"Oh gawd! Stop! Stop Max, now!" cried Isabel as the
thrust suddenly sent her flying into the wall and pain
hit her.
Max froze. He rushed to Isabel laying on the ground
and gently checked her over.
"Isabel are you okay?" he asked concerned about her.
He hadn't meant to hurt her.
"No, I'm not okay! It hurts damn it! You said you were
going to push, you said nothing about hard thrusting!
There is a difference you know!" whimpered Isabel.
"Let me fix it," said Max as he moved and placed his
healing hands on her, healing her at once.
Kissing her brow he said, "I would never cause you any
pain on purpose Isabel don't you know that? I'm so
sorry, but the pain is over now and we can go on."
"No more pain huh? Take it easy this time," Isabel
said as she regained her place in front of Max.
"Okay ready?" he asked her from behind.
Taking a deep breath, Isabel braced herself and said,
"Okay, I'm ready."
Max began to slowly move this time, taking Isabel with
him.
Inch by inch they moved until Isabel moaned, "I
can't... take... any... more Max."
Max stopped and fell to the floor panting just as
hard.
"We were almost there Isabel. Stopping like that can
cause great pain if you are not careful," said Max.
"Well you should have warned me that it was so
physical," complained Isabel sitting beside him.
"How could it be otherwise Isabel? How did you think
it would get done? It's a physical act. Now get up and
let's finish this!" said Max, frustration seeping
through in his tone.
"When do I get to be the one in control is what I
would like to know!" said Isabel resuming her
position.
"When you finish this at least once!" came back Max's
retort as they again worked towards their goal.

A few more minutes of steady movement and they
collapsed on the floor in satisfaction.
"You did it Isabel, you finished the first part," said
Max pulling her to him and kissing her head.
"You mean there is more?" groaned Isabel in surprise.
Max grinned and said, "Of course there is, lots more.
You couldn't really have thought that was all of it?"
"But I'm so tired Max," Isabel said as she closed her
eyes. "That took so much out of me."
"Well we haven't even touched the surface, and there
is so much more to do. In fact it might take a few
days to get it all done," said Max, his grin widening
at her surprised look.
"Then let's get started," said Isabel smiling back at
him.


*****

Two days later....

"Isabel, I think it's all ready now. Are 'you' ready?
The hard part is now...people can be hard to handle
over things like this," said Max as he stood beside
her.
Isabel nodded as she looked at the over sized paper
mache' alien head sitting on the heavy desk in the
garage surrounded by neat stacks of clothes, rows of
shoes, and other odds and ends from their closets and
home that they had meticulously gathered and tagged.
"I can't believe we are having a garage sale," said
Isabel as she placed the sign out front in the yard.
"And I can't believe I'm helping to give it."
Max smiled as he put his arm around her and they
walked into the garage, people swarming over the
merchandise around them.

End