Title: You're My Home
Author: Lori 6/01
Email: Gussywussy55@yahoo.com
Category: Max/Isabel
Rating: Mmmm...R
Disclaimer: Owned by UPN not me.
Summary: After 'Departure'...realisation of
feelings...partial POV's.
Feedback: Yes, please! Good or bad...it helps me out.

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Max...

We all stayed here.
Well everyone but Tess. She left and took my unborn
son with her.
I still can't believe that she killed Alex and
deceived all of us.
I can't believe I fell under her spell and slept with
her.
Maybe a part of her truly was one of us, but in the
end she was against us.
The one good thing that happened out of all of this
was that it woke me up to my true feelings for Isabel.
When she agreed to go with me to Antar, I experienced
this relief that had nothing to do with the fact that
we had never been separated since we had come out of
the pods. 
It was about love.
Not the sibling love that the humans think we have.
We are not blood siblings, just sibs because that was
how we were found and adopted.
No the love I feel for her, that I have tried to deny
for so long is the love that a man feels for a woman.
I have to control myself when I am around her. 
I catch myself caressing her neck, or moving a wayward
strand of hair from her face. 
Sometimes I pull her closer than I should to hug her.
We hug a lot.
More than sibs would.
Tighter than sibs would.
Do others notice this?
Without her I would have no breath or heart with which
to live.
I would die without her.
She listens to me.
Understands me.
I hear her in her room.
The sounds are reassuring to me.
She is close by.
I can feel her presence as if she were here in my room
with me.
Closing my eyes, I can imagine her scent, her touch,
her taste...
She's my life.

Isabel...

I can feel him in his room.
It is like a vibe that gets stronger when he is near
me.
When he holds me in his strong arms, I can feel his
heart beating fast.
His warm breath and hands caress my neck as he
whispers reassurances to me.
He told me I was his home.
I told him he was mine.
I was willing to leave everything to go with him to
Antar to help his son.
His son.
Tess is pregnant with his son.
Well by now she has probably had him.
Does he look like Max?
I think he does.
Tess used him, used all of us.
It hurts Max to think that he may not ever see his
son.
That Tess and Kivhar will raise him to be like them.
That's how this started.
That's how I realized my true feelings for Max.
I was willing to give it all up for him.
To follow him to Antar where he was supposed to be
with Tess.
I could still be near him that way.
But we found out her deception.
My heart broke for Max when he had to send her away to
save his son.
I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him it would
be alright.
That we would save his son.
But I couldn't do that.
Others may not understand this feeling I have for Max.
Max.
He makes me laugh.
He makes me cry.
He makes my heart beat faster and palms sweat when he
is near.
I love him.
No, I'm in love with him.
Without him I would cease to be.
He is my reason for going on.
He is my heart and my soul.
He is my everything.

Max...

It started innocent enough.
We had returned from the pod chamber.
Returned from seeing Tess leave for Antar.
Returned from having my son taken from me.
That thought was killing me inside.
I might not ever see my son.
I felt this weight of hopelessness fall about me.
I couldn't stop the tears that fell.
Couldn't stop the sobs that tore from inside me.
She heard me.
She came to me and took me in her arms, holding me
close to ease my pain.
Whispering words of comfort that we both knew would
not help.
Then I raised my face to hers.
She was crying as deeply as I was.
Tears for my son.
Tears for me.
Raising my hand to brush her tears with my thumb, I
without thought, leaned in and kissed her.
Not the deep tongue thrusting kisses I've shared with
Liz and Tess, but a gentle seeking kiss.
I still can't believe I did that.

Isabel...

He kissed me.
He had been crying after we came back from the
chamber.
He was crushed and I couldn't stand to see him
hurting.
I went to him to hold him while he cried.
To let him know I was here for him.
He brushed my tears away.
And then he kissed me.
I liked it.
His kiss was soft and gentle, yet firm enough for me
to get pleasure from it.
I kissed him back.
My mouth opened under his wanting to know more of his
kiss.
His tongue was searching at first, then thrusting as
it hungrily sought the inside of my mouth.
I was left breathless.

Max...

She kissed me back.
I never expected that.
Hoped for.
Dreamed of.
Never expected her to return my kiss.
I lay her back on my bed without releasing my hold on
her mouth.
I began to explore her body with my hands, searching
for hidden treasures that I longed to have.
Somehow our clothes were suddenly gone and she was
revealed to me in all of her glory.
I never dreamed that beneath all that black, lay a
goddess.
I kissed her.
Caressed her.
Tasted her.
I sought out her most intimate places.
I made love to her.

Isabel...

It hurt that first time.
He tried to be gentle, but I still felt some pain.
But when it left, I had the most wonderful sensations
run threw my body.
I never knew I could be made to feel this way.
He knew just where to touch me.
What would make me cry out with shivering pleasure.
But then he had had sex with Tess.
Tess was his first.
Not me.
I try to blank that out of my mind, that I am not his
first.
I pretend that no one has come before.
I pretend no one will come after.
He is a wonderful lover.
Eager.
Hungry.
Inventive.
Considerate.
Gentle.
He touches my very being like no one else can.

Max...

I hurt her.
I hurt Tess too, but it mattered more to me that I
hurt Isabel.
I strove to make this good for her.
I held back my own need to see hers completed.
She was a virgin, yet she instinctively knew what
would please me.
And she did please me.
The sensations I had felt with Tess were nothing like
what I felt with Isabel.
They seemed to be multiplied a thousand times.
Michael would be envious.
But I can't tell him.
Not about this.
Not about her.
Not about us.
Not yet.
We don't even know where this will lead us.
All I know is that in my sorrow over my son, I have
found a peace in Isabel's arms.
In her laughter.
In her smile.
I can go on because she loves me.
Because I love her.

Isabel...

It was the most wonderful thing I could have ever
imagined.
He had tried to tell me about it, but I had to
experience it for myself.
He said it was stronger with me.
I feel satisfaction that.
I want to share this new feeling with someone.
I want to tell the world that I am in love.
But I can't.
They would not understand.
Not yet.
So I hold my words until I am with him.
I whisper words of love to him just as he does to me.
I look up and he is there.
His hands go to my face and press my cheek to his palm
and sigh.
I know that we will again lay entwined in each others
arms, the heat of our passion rising and culminating
in an explosion that will envelope us until we think
we will die from the pure ecstasy of it rolling over
us.
I'm his.
He is mine.
We are each others home.

End