|posted on 28-Oct-2001 9:04:07 PM by Danielledreamer|
|Title: Wash it down|
Author: Danielle M.
Disclaimer: Don’t worry I don’t own any of the characters . . . Roswell belongs to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims, but I can only dream of what I’d do to Max/Jason if I owned him!
Summary: This is just a one part fluff fic I wrote. Max and Liz are older now.
Category: Max/ Liz (of course, have I ever actually written about someone else?)
Author’s note: I know, it’s been a while! But I’m back! Enjoy the story and feedback would be great! It just may encourage me to get my next fic out faster!
Liz Parker hurried into her apartment and shut the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and sighed in contentment as she flexed her feet. Another shift waitressing at Applebee’s done. She set her purse and keys on the kitchen counter and looked toward the living room.
She smiled happily. Max was there, wearing just an old pair of carpenter pants, working on his newest art piece.
They were both 20 years old now, and attending UCLA. Liz was fulfilling her dream of becoming a molecular biologist. Max was studying pre med to be a pediatrician. The two had decided to get a place off campus together last year, something their parents didn’t approve of. But hey, she and Max were adults now, they could do what they wanted. Liz looked down at her left hand and lightly fingered her ring. Max had also proposed to her just three months ago. Another thing their parents weren’t thrilled about. But it didn’t matter to them. It was a simple 1kt. ring, Max had apologized that he couldn’t get her anything nicer since money was tight, but Liz insisted that she loved the ring and couldn’t wait to marry him.
The apartment they shared wasn’t very extravagant, but it was just right for the two. It had a kitchen, a little dining area, a bedroom and two bathrooms. The nicest part was the living room. It had a fire place were Max and Liz would spend their nights cuddled together or sprawled out in front of it studying. It was big enough so they could split half the room with a couch and TV and the other for Max to paint.
Liz continued to watch Max. He had stumbled into painting seven months ago. And he was good at it. He put everything he was feeling into his art. And it made good money. Once Max received $5,000 for a piece. When Liz asked him if he’d rather study art than pre-med, he simply said no, that art was more of a hobby.
Liz had to admit that he looked sexy when he painted. He unconsciously bit the corner of his lip and streaks of paint were on his face, arms and chest.
She went into their room to change. She hated when her clothes smelled like smoke and beer from the restaurant. She put on a comfortable pair of black stretch pants and a plain red shirt. She took her hair out of its ponytail and dab a little perfume on her neck. Much better.
She looked behind her at the bathtub and grinned as an idea came to her.
A little later Liz walked over to Max from behind and wrapped her arms around him. “Hi.” She kissed the back of his behr shoulder.
“Hey.” Max smiled and bent his head down for a kiss. “How was your night?”
“Okay, if you think waiting on angry, complaining customers with screaming kids is fun. But I got $200 in tips.”
Liz rose to her tiptoes and rested her chin on his shoulder as she looked at the painting. “It looks like you’re done.” He had been working on this piece for almost two months now.
“Yeah, just about. What do you think?”
Max grinned, “that’s what you always say. But is it art dealer good?”
“Yes. I bet you’ll get $1,000 off of it.”
“Mm-hmm. You were working on this when I left, did you take a break?”
Max shrugged his shoulders. “Guess I forgot.”
“That’s what I thought. You’ve got paint all over you.” She ran her thumb over the blue streak on his cheek. “I have just the thing.”
Liz just grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom.
“Liz . . . ” Max smiled at her. The room was dimly lit by candles and there was a bubble bath.
She placed a kiss on his lips. She undid his pants and slid them down with his boxers. Max step out of them and got into the tub. “This was just want I needed. You coming in?”
“Not yet.” She kneeled behind him and grabbed a washcloth. She dipped it into the water and then wrung it out. She wiped the smudge of paint off his face, and then preceded to do his arms, hands and chest. “Much better.”
Then her hands moved to his shoulders and started to massage them. “How does that feel?” She whispered against his ear, her tongue going around the rim.
Even in the hot water, Max shivered when Liz’s breath hit his ear. “Good.”
Liz grabbed the massage oil by the tub and rubbed some into her hands. As it came in contact with his skin, a sweet strawberry aroma filled the room. “And this?”
Max sighed and closed his eyes. “Very good.”
Liz’s fingers worked in a steady rhythm, kneading into his skin. She kissed the top of his head. “Lower?”
Max nodded slowly.
“Mmm . . . you’re too good to me.”
Liz bent down and kissed his cheek. “I know.” She smiled and continued working her palms into his skin. She got up after a few more minutes.
Max turned his head. “You getting in?”
“I will.” She blew him a kiss. “Be right back.”
Max leaned his head against the tub. The water was cooling and he waved his hand over it, heating it back up.
Liz went into the kitchen and mixed some chocolate syrup and Tabasco sauce into a bowl. She placed it in the microwave and got some strawberries out of the fridge. She quickly cut off the tops, grabbed a bottle of water for herself and took the bowl out of the microwave.
“I thought you might be hungry.” Liz sat down by the side of the tub. “Did you eat?”
Max shook his head.
Liz frowned and ran her hand through his dark hair. She didn’t want him to start losing weight again. She dipped the strawberry into the chocolate and fed it to Max. She fed him a few more, loving every minute of it, mainly because she loved his mouth so much. “Wait.” She leaned forward and licked the chocolate of the side of his mouth. “You know I’m starting to get use to Tabasco.”
“I’m starting to get use to you.” Max joked and tilted forward to kiss her, his tongue exploring every recess of her mouth. “Will you get in now?”
Liz sighed. “I guess . . . ” She teased and stood up.
Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head and it dropped to the floor. Her pants slid down her legs and she gracefully kicked them off.
Max sat up straighter, the only sound in the room was the sloshing of water.
Liz reached back to unclasp her bra, and pulled the straps down, that too fell to the ground.
Max felt himself harden even more. Max was amazed that he was always so ready and turned on by Liz.
Liz hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them off.
Max reached for her and she came willingly as they shared a heated kiss while she got into the water.
“I love you.” Max said, dragging his knuckles across her cheek. “Thank you.”
“I love you too Max.”
Max smiled and turned her around. “Now it’s your turn.” He massaged her shoulders. “I know you had a tough day too.”
“All of that stress disappears when I’m with you Max.”
Max kissed the crown of her head and moved his hands in a circular movement along her back.
Liz sighed as her head rolled to the side.
When he finished, Max buried his head in the hollow of her neck and shoulder. Liz reached her hand back to run through his dark hair.
Max’s hands came around to cup her breasts and he placed soft kisses down her arm.
Liz moaned as his thumb brushed over her hard nipple and she arched herself back into his throbbing erection.
Max’s mouth moved to her jaw line and went up to her. His teeth tugged on her earlobe.
Liz sucked in her breath and turned around halfway to kiss him. Liz’s hands were on either side of his face as their mouths bruised together with intensity.
Max grabbed her hips and turned her around fully. He dropped his mouth down to her breast and captured her nipple in his mouth.
Liz gasped and threw her head back. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he moved to the other one.
Max’s hands, still resting on Liz’s hips, moved her up and he thrusted into her quickly.
Liz grabbed onto the sides of the tub and she rocked her body back and forth using a hurried motion. Liz moved her one hand to his shoulder, the other twisting and pinching his nipple.
Max groaned and crushed Liz to him, kissing her hard. His hands glided down to cup her ass and he moved her up and down against him, loving the feeling of her skin in contact with his. Water splashed and spilled around them.
Liz’s satin walls clenched around Max and he groaned again, feeling his release coming. His hand moved down to her swollen nub and rubbed his thumb against it.
With a cry of his name, Liz crashed into the wave of ecstacy with Max.
Liz sighed and buried her head in Max’s neck. He leaned back and closed his eyes while running a hand through Liz’s long hair.
“So tell me Liz,” Max opened his eyes, “When did you plan all this out?”
Liz lifted her head. “Tonight, when I got home.”
Max waved his hand over the water, heating it again. “So it was a spur of the moment thing?”
“So aren’t I good enough for you to be planned out?” Max teased.
“Oh shut up.” Liz splashed him with water.
“Hey!” Max replied splashing her back.
Liz reached for her glass of water and took a sip, spitting it back out with her teeth at him.
Max laughed, but then she threw the rest of the glass in his face.
Max’s eyes widened. “I think you’re the sea witch!”
Liz giggled and just before he could splash her, she ducked under the water. As soon as she came back up, she splashed him again.
“Okay sea witch, play time’s over!”
Liz pouted. “Just five more minutes, please?”
Max shook his head while smiling and stood up, taking Liz up in his arms with him.
“I’m all pruny.” Liz looked down at her fingers.
“Mmm, that’s the way I like you.” He gave her a big kiss on the cheek and set her down.
Liz rolled her eyes and grabbed a towel for each of them, while Max got the drain.
They dried each other off and put on their robes. Max blow-dried Liz’s hair and brushed it.
Liz combed his hair and then shaved him. She splashed her favorite after shave on his cheek and gave him a kiss. “You’re just beautiful darlin’” Liz said with a fake accent.
“All because of you.” Max brought her down to meet his lips.
They discarded their robes and crawled into bed.
Max’s arm went protectively around Liz and she rested her head on his behr chest. Neither of them could sleep any other way. Max pulled the covers around them and placed a kiss on her brow. “September 18th.”
“What?” Liz looked up at him.
“That’s the day I want to marry you. If I recall correctly, that’s the day my life began.”
Liz felt her eyes start to mist. “Oh Max . . . I couldn’t think of a better day.”
Max’s hand reached down took Liz’s left hand in his. “I love you Liz.”
“Oh, I love you Max.” Their kiss was full of love and promises of more to come.
“So, um . . . ” Liz bit her bottom lip and twirled her finger on his chest. “You ready for round two?”
Liz felt him harden against her and they both laughed before Max kissed her again.