|posted on 15-Oct-2001 2:56:18 AM by Our Own Destiny|
|TITLE: In the Days Still Left|
AUTHOR: Rebecca Parker
SUMMARY: Max and Liz deal with their Tess issues before making love for the first time.
IMPROV: #2: Strong -- Eve -- Dire -- Fault
FEEDBACK: Yes please! This is my first shot at Roswell (non-slash) smut. Drop me a line and let me know how I'm doing!
DISTRIBUTION: At http://www.ourowndestiny.com and http://www.roswellimprov.com . All others, just ask first!
DISCLAIMER: Jason Katims owns all.
DEDICATION: This is for Bri: This was originally for your birthday. I'm only about what? 6 months late?
NOTE: Title comes from a lyric in the song "Fields of Gold" by Sting
It had taken an hour-long conversation with Michael to convince Max he was doing the right thing. Max had hemmed and hawed about the safety of it all, but Michael assured him that there were no dire consequences.
So when Max decided he was going to make love to Liz, he had all the bases covered. He hardly made any decision now without carefully examining all angles and possibilities.
Tess had rid him of the desire to make decisions and choices on impulse.
He had decided to arrive at Liz's house around 9 - her parents were away for the weekend, which made it an ideal time for the two of them to consummate their relationship.
He stood underneath her balcony smiling to himself as he remembered not so many months ago when he had sung to her from this very spot.
That was a day before things had all gone bad. He had found her in bed with Kyle soon after, and his whole world had been turned upside down and inside out.
All of the sudden Tess seemed right, and Liz seemed wrong.
Although he knew the truth behind it now, Max regretted those months he had lost. Months spent growing closer to a woman who would use him and betray him, and months spent growing apart from a woman who would sacrifice her every happiness to save him.
Since the truth about Tess had been revealed and she had returned to Antar, Max and Liz had tentatively begun to rebuild the relationship that had been destroyed.
They had begun with nervous handholding and shy kisses, and Max had feared that things might never be the same. He could tell when they kissed that Liz was thinking about Tess and the night Max and she had spent together.
About a week ago, Max had sat down with Liz and forced the two of them to talk things out- before, they had always danced around the subject of Tess and the baby, and Max was beginning to think that was the problem. Neither of them was being honest with the other about their feelings, and they were both trying to pretend the whole thing had never happened.
Max had made the right decision. Although there were tears, and there was anger, things had been better since that night. They had grown closer and Max felt the time was right to make his move.
Tess had a part of him that should have been only for Liz, but he was going to even the score. He took a deep breath, walking up to her front door and knocking three times.
He turned around as he waited for her to come down to meet him, nervously fidgeting as the moments passed. After another minute, he turned around to knock again, and saw that she was waiting in the doorframe, watching him.
"Liz," he said, smiling as he looked his girlfriend over. "You look beautiful." He leaned in to kiss her, and moved his hand to circle the small of her back.
"Thanks," she said between kisses, her hand rubbing against the leather sleeves of his jacket. "I thought I'd try a new look tonight."
Max looked down again, admiring her outfit. Liz was showing more skin than she ever had before, her pants riding low and exposing her navel, her shirt riding lower and exposing cleavage Max had never even seen before. While their makeout sessions tended to get a bit heated, they were still fairly vanilla; they had never gone farther than just kissing.
"I like it," he said, lowering his mouth to the hollow of her neck and placing a lingering kiss there.
"I like that," she said, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. After another minute, and a catcall from someone crossing the street, Liz blushed and backed away. "Maybe we should go inside? Either that or we can start charging."
Max's eyes grew wide at Liz, and she smiled. "Sorry, I'm feeling a little wild tonight."
"Hey, no need for apologies," Max said, reaching out and pulling her to him as he walked her backwards and into the Crashdown. He kicked the door closed and started to kiss her again, his hands beginning to roam higher and rub harder underneath her shirt.
"Wow," Liz said, smiling as Max continued to walk her backwards. "What's gotten into you?" She breathily returned to the kiss, and stumbled back as her feet came up against the stairwell.
"Sorry," he said, laughing as moved his hands to her face and brushed back her hair. "Do you want us to slow down? I shouldn't have been so eager to- I mean, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I just-"
"Max!" Liz said, laughing. "What is going on here? I mean, first you're practically ripping my clothes off, and the next you're like a schoolboy mumbling apologies. I just- I don't get what's going on."
Max sighed, letting go of her and walking towards the counter and sitting down. "I had this all planned, you know. I was going to kiss you, and tell you I loved you, and then I was going to take you upstairs and make love to you."
Liz's eyes grew wide as she walked over and sat at the stool next to him. "You had it planned? Max, I'm no expert, but I think things like that are supposed to be spontaneous."
Max nodded. "I know. It's just- don't you think I've been spontaneous enough this year?" He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring her up."
"Tess," Liz said, sighing as she looked down. "You know Max, since we're being so honest with each other lately, I have to ask you one thing."
"Anything," Max said, taking her hand. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us anymore."
"Good," Liz said. "What I want to ask is- how was she?"
Max blinked, unbelieving of what she had just asked. "Excuse me?"
"Was she a good lay?" Liz's voice came out bitter. "I mean Lonnie said there was nothing like alien sex, so I was just wondering how good of a fuck she was."
"Liz," Max pleaded. "Can we not talk about this?"
"Oh come on Max," Liz said, moving closer. "I just want to know how I'm going to measure up. I want to know what I have to do to be better than her."
"Liz, I love you. I didn't love her."
"You said you did," Liz threw back. "You said you loved her, just not how you loved me."
"I was confused," Max countered. "I- everything back then was so..." Max sighed. "Liz, I don't want to argue. I wanted tonight to be special. I love you. Just being with you will make it better than it was with her."
"I wish I could believe that," Liz said, sighing. "I just- Max, I wanted to be your first. I wanted us to go through that together, and you took that away from me."
Max closed his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying to think of a way out of this. He opened his eyes after another moment and reached out to run his finger along her lips. He felt reassured that she didn't move away. "Liz, I may not be able to give you that anymore, but I can still give you this." He took her hand and brought it to his chest. "Can you feel that? It's beating so fast because of you- because of what you do to me."
Liz looked down at her hand, and she could indeed feel the beating of his heart underneath her palm. It was so fast, and all of the sudden all grudges and bitterness she had melted away, and she was on him again, her lips against his.
Max reached down her back again, pulling her closer to him, but it wasn't enough. He lowered his hands to cup her ass and lifted up, bringing her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him without breaking their kiss, and Max could feel his heart, and other body parts, come to life even more than before.
He backed up towards the stairs again, careful to be more mindful of where they were this time. He could feel her body shaking underneath his touch, and he moved his lips again to her shoulder and started to massage the skin there with his lips. The taste of her skin was salty but sweet, and Max wondered to himself if she tasted like that all over.
"Max," Liz said, her voice raspy as her own hands started to wander over his body. She closed her eyes as she felt her body being carried up the stairs, and she knew that the destination was her bedroom. She always thought that in this moment, walking to the room where she would make love with Max for the first time, that she would be nervous, or having second thoughts. But as she saw her bedroom door become closer and closer, she felt something completely different. While she thought her hands would be shaking, her knees were instead. While she thought her heart would be vibrating, she found that something much lower was instead.
Max finally climbed all of the steps, and Liz couldn't tell if his ragged breathing was from the exercise, or from the closeness and heat of their bodies. She smiled as he looked over at her, and bit her lip as she watched his eyes dance over her cleavage, which now was covered with an enticing sheen of sweat.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her one last time, his hands moving underneath her shirt, his fingers gliding against her skin. She would have thought the goosebumps that covered it would have been answer enough. "Yes. I've wanted this for so long," Liz said, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned into him. "Ever since Christmas Eve," she said, sighing as she ran her hands down his body, letting her fingers move until they found the button of his pants. "It was then that I really wanted to make love to you."
"I would have," Max said, groaning as he felt her weight shift against him. He started to continue, but realized that the conversation was about to head somewhere he didn't want it to go: the past. Instead, he returned his lips to hers, and continued to back her up towards the direction of her bedroom.
Liz smiled as she tried to concentrate on not tripping as she walked backwards, her head swimming with the excitement of what they were about to do.
As they crossed the threshold to her bedroom, she felt herself lifting his shirt over her head, and staring at the strong chest that had managed to make it into just about every one of her sexual fantasies. She smiled up at him, her hands reaching out to press against his abs. "Nice," she said, her fingers moving over his chest.
"Want me to put my shirt back on this time?" he asked, smirking. It wasn't a night he wanted to bring up, but he couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock on her face when the idea was presented.
"No," she said hurriedly, and then laughed herself. "Do you see what you do to me, Max?"
"I see," Max said, leaning in to kiss the base of her neck. "Now I want to taste and feel what I do to you," he whispered, looking up to her and seeing her eyes dance with mischievousness.
Her whole body shook with anticipation as he reached out and lifted her shirt slowly over her shoulders, and she was surprised she didn't even feel bashful as she stood before him, her breasts naked for him to see and touch. She didn't have to wait long for him to do so, and she let out a low moan as his fingers connected with her now hardened nipples. "Max," she said, closing her eyes, her head leaned back a bit as she enjoyed his touch.
"So beautiful," he said, lowering his head to kiss her breasts, his lips moving over her sensitive skin slowly and deliberately, until her nipple was between his lips, and everything else slipped away from Liz's mind.
Max moved his hand down to the waistband of Liz's skirt, his fingers toying with the elastic as he continued to bathe her breasts in his kisses. He wanted to slip her skirt down her legs, but despite everything, he was still nervous. He moved his face away from her chest and continued to play with the elastic for another minute.
He stared up at Liz, who, after a moment, looked down to him, disappointed. "You stopped," she said, running her hands through his hair. "What's wrong?"
"I just-" Max sighed, slipping his fingers out of her skirt. "Are you sure?"
"Jesus Max," Liz said, moving over to the bed and sitting down on it. "Max, I can only say I'm sure so many times." She sighed, looking away from him to her reflection in the mirror. She stared at herself for a few seconds, and then smiled.
Turning back to him, Liz let her fingers move towards her torso, circling around her navel before starting to drift lower. "I've never been more sure about anything," she said, her voice low and breathy. "And I think it's time you get sure too." She leaned forward, moving her fingers to the waistband Max had wasted so much time playing with. Slowly, she rolled the skirt down her legs, watching Max follow its travels. She lifted her leg to Max, the skirt dangling from her ankle. "Now- are *you* sure?" She kicked the skirt, and it landed directly in front of Max.
Max was very sure, and he moved towards her, unbuttoning his pants.
"Finally," she said, moving her body further back onto the bed, and smiling as he moved his body over hers. Her fingers quickly found his zipper and she pulled it down without another moment's hesitation. She pushed his jeans down, and he tried to move his body to help her.
She laughed as they struggled to get the jeans off of him, and when they finally hit the ground, he smiled at her. "That was hard," he said, smirking.
"No," she said, her lips turned up in a grin. "*This* is hard." She moved her hand down to the tent in his boxer shorts, and wrapped the fabric around his erection as she slowly ran her hand up and down the length of it.
"What has gotten into you?" he said, feeling himself grow harder by the second.
"Nothing yet," she said, giggling. "I was kind of hoping you would."
"Bad girl," he said, smirking. Max leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue moving past her lips and running against hers. He massaged her breast with one hand as the other moved down to her panties and slipped underneath the fabric.
He ran his hand across her soft curls, feeling the moisture increase as he slipped his finger through them. He looked up at her, and was surprised to see her staring back at him. He grinned, moving his finger between her folds, his eyes on hers the whole time. His finger dipped inside her, moving deliberately as he watched her mouth open slightly, as he felt her grow even wetter as he slipped the second finger inside.
"Max," she said again, and he realized he could never get tired of hearing her call his name. "God, that feels so good," she muttered, and it was then that she broke the gaze they had held for minutes. She threw her head back and sighed, and he could feel her chest rise and fall against his.
"Liz," Max said, removing his fingers from inside her and resting them against her panties. "I want to make love to you now," he said, and Liz was taken aback by his softness. For the last ten minutes or so, they had been something they had never quite touched before, and with that one sentence, it was like she had remembered that there were more than hormones involved; there were true and genuine emotions.
Liz nodded, and moved her body up to his to kiss him again. She put her arm around his neck and pulled him down closer to her. "I love you Max," she said, her voice shaking. "I always wanted you to be my first."
"So did I," Max said, and he gently slipped her panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor once they passed her feet.
He looked down at her, admiring her beauty. She looked back at him, smiling as she waited for him to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he quickly stepped out of his boxer shorts, and moved back on top of her, balancing his weight on his hands as he looked down at her. "I love you," he said, leaning down to kiss her softly as he lowered his body to hers.
She nodded, as if giving the assent she knew that he was still looking for. She could feel herself shaking in anticipation, and as she watched him stroke himself as he moved towards her. She took a deep breath as she felt him slowly enter her, and she was surprised that it didn't hurt more. From what Maria had described, the first few minutes were more pleasure than pain. But as Max slid his length inside of her, his eyes on her the whole time, Liz didn't feel anything but good.
Max looked down at Liz, making sure that she was alright and that he wasn't moving too fast. She pulled him down to her again for another kiss, whispering to him how good it felt. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as their bodies continued to move together, and Liz could feel herself stretching to fit him. "Oh God," she murmured, licking her lips as she arched her back. He felt so good inside her, and as she moved her body against his, she let out a soft cry.
"Are you OK?" Max said, stopping his movements and bringing his hand to rest against her face.
"Yes," she said, turning her head to kiss his hand. "Please don't stop."
Max looked at her for another moment before realizing it had been a sound of pleasure, and not pain. He took a deep breath before starting again, feeling himself grow closer with every stroke inside of her.
He knew Liz would be disappointed if she knew it, but as he lowered his lips to her breasts, he couldn't help but think of his night with Tess. But all he could remember was how it paled in comparison to this moment, how he never felt as good with her as he did with Liz. It didn't come as a surprise, but he still had to smile as he thought of it. No matter what had happened that night with Tess at the Observatory, this was his first time.
"Max," Liz said, and he could feel her tighten around him as he moved in and out of her slowly. His hands moved to the sides of her face, and he sped up his strokes as he sensed her orgasm approaching, and his own as well. His lips brushed against hers, and as he felt both of them begin to shudder, she bit down hard on his lower lip, causing him to cry out in both pleasure and pain as he came inside her.
But as their breathing grew ragged, and they rode out the pleasure that had taken them both over, the familiar flashes began, and galaxies, stars and planets flashed before their eyes.
Liz saw the two of them in the desert, on her balcony, on the street. She was sure she saw every kiss they had ever shared, and she could feel every bit of love he had ever showered upon her. She inhaled deeply as she felt Max pull her to him, rolling the both of them to their sides as he returned his lips to hers and kissed her even as the flashes continued. More than anything, this was as intense a moment as the two of them had ever shared.
It seemed to go on for an hour: an hour in which Liz felt as if the two of them were floating on air. Once the feeling drifted away, and Liz felt herself wrapped tightly in Max's arms, she tried to catch her breath as she turned her head to him. "Max?" she asked, and her voice seemed so worn that it hardly seemed her own. "That was-"
"I know," Max said, smiling at her. "Are you alright? I know it was kind of- intense."
"That's one way to put it," she said, yawning. "Tiring is another."
"I thought it was the guy's job to fall asleep after," he said, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Ha ha," she said sarcastically, and leaned her head against his arm. "Thank you," she said, sighing. "That was how I always imagined it."
Max grinned, resisting the urge to make a comment about her imagination. Truth be told, it was how he had always envisioned their first time together as well. "I know," he answered, and felt his own eyelids begin to droop. "Sleep now?" he asked her. "Your parents are gone for a few days, right?"
"Yeah," Liz said, her voice growing weaker as sleep overcame her. "We can lie here for days if we want to."
"Good," Max said, closing his eyes. "Because I think I want to."