The Ocean Crashes
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Distribution: The Roswell Slash Archive, The RareSlash List Archive, The
Content: Liz/Tess, NC-17
Spoilers: General series knowledge.
Summary: Set post-"End of The World". Liz's secret desires for Tess
Dedication: To all my fellow Liz/Tess 'shippers on FanForum "Catfighter"
Liz didn't always have this
electricity running inside of her. She was smooth ripples in the pond and cool,
crisp air. Liz never know what to do with a tornado.
The sharp current started
with a silver handprint and life taken yet given back. And the ripples moved
into giant waves, carrying her forward... carrying her here. And Max Evans was
in the center of the whirlwind that was pulling her in. His crackling eyes, wood
chips in the fire. He was a beautiful kind of terrible and no one really
expected her to resist.
And she fell in love with
the submission. Until lightening streaked across the sky...
~*~*~*~*~*~
The blond girl named Tess
felt like a fault line. She just couldn't hold it together... but that was
alright. Tess always liked things in pieces anyway. She was strong, with her
crunchy hair and round doll face hiding eyes of steel.
Liz thought she was
beautiful. And the humming of her turned into something else. Something slower,
humping like silent waves of current inside walls. Her skin was aluminum foil.
Little brushes of silk, as
Liz let herself bump into Tess. Their flesh melded softly and withdrew. And Tess
didn't seem to notice. It was good that way. Dreams are always sweeter. And
Liz's dreams were an ocean as she became them. Tess swam swiftly through her
veins and Liz cried out, waking wet with sweat and aching between trembling
thighs. Tricky, tricky fingers had to sneak down to stop the burning, so she
could sleep again... so she could rejoin the white tigress who prowled through
her head.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Then the future laid itself
across her feet as tarnished diamonds. And she believed in today for the very
first time. The boy was pretty, always so pretty... but the current was humming
for more power. It broke down the walls. Tess was in. And she was paying
attention.
The hair was softer now, in
cascading waves either pulled tight back with control or caressing her face. The
body that tripped through so many of Liz's dreams was still taunt and ready for
movement. It played with her eyes, teasing them.
Tess was a dandelion in a glass case. And Liz was finally allowed to love
her.
Squishy bubblegum shoes
padded across the floor as Liz approached her, a vague tune buzzing at her tips.
This was not a time to be afraid. It had been decided, this secret meeting--and
Liz knew that the waves would never drive her wrong.
Tess stood expressionless as
Liz touched her lips in a brief tap. Skin gave, just barely, but that was fine.
They had a connection. Crawling creeping fingers trembled at the alien's sides,
teasing the hot skin peeking out between rough jeans and smooth cotton. A hiss,
and Tess moved closer. Come on baby... Come on, run with me... And then their
bodies were pressed tight, breasts rubbing softly against each other. Sugar
glided out of Tess's lungs and into Liz. Their mouths played games as small
hands crept under loose pants, and Liz was falling. Then a palm cupped her
breast firmly, grazing a nipple, and she was *there*.
Tess placed wet kisses along
the other girl's neck, painting designs into her flesh while strong fingers
slipped button after button of her jeans out of their holes. Cool breeze hit her
legs and she froze, slowly releasing her tension as Liz's soft hands smoothes
across her thighs. Satin panties tickled her as they were slid off, and she
giggled like the wind chime balancing delicately in the wind on your porch. And
then Tess was pressed against the floor and there were only gasps and whimpers.
Liz was diving into the
ocean again, and it was like dreaming. Soft, smooth wetness giving under her
mouth, teasing her tongue. And the current was consuming her-here's where all
the electricity came from. It was *inside*. Dipping in again and again, Liz knew
Tess. They were moving together as one instinct driven organism-so right-as Tess
shuddered and stilled, lying calmly as Liz stroked her flushed face in awe.
Tables turned and the earth
moved. Liz was falling again. In near panic, she clutched the strong arm
stroking her waist... almost sea sick in her pleasure. It was so strange, this
curling warmth. It tickled inside of her as Tess invaded her body with a
confident fluid touch... drinking her fill... taking all that Liz had to give.
And breath kept escaping between her lips-small pleas and whispers that would
not be held back. It was so beautiful and it wasn't enough. The pleas built up
until they eclipsed every thought, becoming her. And then she was gliding up and
over. And it was perfection.
Tess sat back, resting
herself on the lukewarm floor in a graceful sprawl. She was silent, simply
watching, and in her eyes simmered the calm before a storm. She waited.
Liz smoothed back tangled
hair from her damp face and tasted the air. The current had stopped. The air
stilled. And she smiled.
The end.
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