|posted on 21-Sep-2002 6:59:47 PM by Insanity02|
|Title: Clothing Optional - Max and Liz style|
Author: Insanity02 (aka Megan and LiquidAmberDreamer)
Disclaimer: Not mine including main plot, which I got from a Buffy fic written by Jill and Lynn.
Summary: Just another fluff piece. Post-Graduation. It's a few years into the future and Max and Liz have been married for a little over four years. They're not in Roswell anymore. They're in a nightclub and it's Michael's birthday. Everyone's there, but Max and Liz end up stealing away and 'celebrating' on their own.
*Mmm… cute wiggle… nice ass… oh yeah…* Max thought to himself as he escorted Liz into the nightclub. Already for the hundredth time that night, he was asking himself why he told her not to wear underwear.
The last few years with her had been more than heaven. He fell more and more in love with her every second of every day and the level of their relationship had skyrocketed into space the minute they had first made love. It amazed him that their drive to be with each other, not necessarily sexually, but in any way possible, had intensified even more since then.
"Max." she said softly turning around and grabbing his hand. "You coming?"
"Oh, yeah…" he groaned as his gaze traveled to her breasts. He wanted to rip that top right off and fill his hands with her soft breasts and take her right there at the entrance of the nightclub.
"Max." she said laughing and rolling her eyes. "It's only for a few hours."
"Huh?" he said, snapping out of his fantasy.
"C'mon!" she laughed again, pulling him inside.
They scanned the place and found the entire group sitting at a table near the dance floor. Max and Liz approached them and as they got close Maria and Kyle started laughing hysterically. Max raised a questioning eyebrow at Michael asking for an explanation as he took off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of the chair.
Michael raised his hand and cocked his wrist tilting his head back, signaling to Max and Liz that Maria and Kyle already had too much to drink. Liz raised her eyebrows and nodded and then leaned in and gave Michael a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy birthday, Michael." she said smiling warmly at him.
"Yeah, happy birthday." Max said slapping him on the back.
"Thanks guys." he said. "But I really don't need a celebration. Can we just go?"
"No!" Maria jumped in, tilting in her seat. She leaned in close to Michael. "You're not going anywhere! It's your birthday, so we should…" she looked over at Kyle.
"PARTY!!!" they both shouted and then collapsed into fits of giggles.
"Hey, Liz!" Kyle shouted. "You gotta catch up! You're eighty shots behind!" he yelled knocking back another one.
"What he meant to say was, you're eight shots behind." Isabel said as she came back from the bathroom. "But now it looks like nine."
"Yeah! What d'ya say Liz! Up for the challenge?!" Maria enthused nearly falling out of her chair.
"No, I'm okay." Liz said as Max pulled her into his lap.
"C'mon, Lizzy! Pweese!!!" Maria begged making puppy dog eyes at her.
Kyle joined in. "Yeah! Pweese!"
Liz sighed. "Okay, fine. But just one." she said.
"Eight!" Kyle bargained.
"Six!." Maria jumped in.
"Three!" Kyle yelled.
"Whoo-hoo!" Maria hooted, this time tilting completely out of her seat and into Michael's arms.
Kyle slid a shot glass over and filled it with Tequila. Maria leaned over and plunked down some salt and a slice of lime.
"Tequila?! That's not fair! You guys aren't drinking Tequila!"
"Yeah, but you're just going for three shots. They, on the other hand are trying to go for as much as possible before passing out." Isabel said.
"Okay, fine." Liz relented. She knew she would still be okay after three shots. Tipsy, but okay. After all, she'd done twelve shots, not Tequila but twelve shots all the same before passing out on her twenty-first birthday. Max had to carry her home. Not that she remembered it, but she vowed to herself that she would never ever do that again. The next day had been absolute hell. She felt like her head was going to explode even after the Tylenol and Advil.
Liz leaned over to Max put the lime between his teeth and placed a wet kiss on his neck. He tried not to let his thoughts travel back to that short little leather skirt she was wearing. She sprinkled a little salt on the wet spot, licked it off and threw the shot back. Then she grabbed his shirt and yanked him toward her crashing her lips to his and sucking on the lime.
When she was done with the lime she put it back on the table and continued kissing him. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and he wrapped one arm tightly around her as his hand traveled to her bare thigh and began sensually stroking it.
Isabel had been subjected to Max and Liz's avid make-out sessions in public, but when they got out of control like now, she just had to stop it. She cleared her throat loudly and smacked Max on the back of the head.
"Ow, Iz! What was that for?!"
She just shot him a disbelieving glare and got up, pulling a teetering Kyle to the dance floor.
"Hey, good idea, Iz!" Maria jumped up, nearly falling over again and clutched onto Michael's arm.
"No, I don't dance." he objected shaking his head.
"Yes, you do!" she insisted and grabbed his sleeve again.
He sighed and then caved. "Okay, fine!" he yelled over the pounding beat.
"He's been so easy since they got back together." Max said, chuckling.
"Hey, so have I." Liz said.
Max looked at her and she laughed. "I'm kidding." she said. The music changed to a sensual ballad and shortly thereafter, Isabel and Kyle returned to the table. "Wanna dance?" Liz asked Max as she hopped off his lap.
He smiled softly at her and led her to the dance floor, pulling her into his arms so that their bodies were pressed together. She wrapped both arms around his neck and began swaying to the seductive beat.
He could feel her hands slowly combing through his hair as she rocked against him… teasing him… arousing him. Suddenly his jeans were far too tight.
She could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach and she ran one hand down his chest feeling the muscles tense and shift.
"Liz…" he growled deep in his throat. She just pressed harder against him. "You're gonna be the death of me." he said through clenched teeth.
She chuckled huskily and continued to dance with him. When the song ended, Max and Liz made their way back to the table. Max immediately pulled her back into his lap in an effort to hide his *very* obvious arousal. She pressed her barely covered bottom into his hardness, torturing him.
"Liz…" he growled into her ear. She just turned her head and kissed him lingeringly on the lips and smiled seductively. Then she swiftly dipped her head and licked his shoulder again and placed the lime between his teeth. She picked up the salt and sprinkled it on him again, slowly licking it off. As soon as she threw the shot back she crushed her mouth to his sucking furiously on the lime.
Once again Isabel had to stop them from embarrassing themselves. But this time, although they stopped kissing, Liz continued nuzzling and nibbling along his jawline and grinding her bottom into his straining arousal, teasing him mercilessly
Suddenly Max got up and plopped Liz onto the seat he was sitting and with a mumbled 'excuse me' he took off into the crowd. Everyone looked at Liz questioningly. She just noted his destination and went after him.
In the men's bathroom, Max was leaning over the sink slashing cold water on his face. "Stupid…" he mumbled. "Telling her not to wear underwear… What were you thinking…"
He heard the door open and close and the lock click shut. He froze. He knew she was there. Looking up into the mirror, his heart skipped just like every single time he saw her and the outfit did nothing to help the tension that was at the point of being painful.
"Liz. What are you…"
Before he could even finish the question, she was making her way over to him, her hips swaying, making him want to rip her clothes off and bury himself roughly inside her. With two strides, he had picked her up and had her pressed against the door, his mouth crashing into hers, demanding that she respond. One hand had already curled around her breast, massaging it through her low cut shirt. Her skirt had ridden up past her hips as she wrapped her legs around his hips, exposing her wet sex. A moan escaped from her as he ground against her.
She managed to slip her legs from around him and get him pinned against the door. She quickly opened his shirt and began kissing and nibbling down his chest, giving his nipples a little bit more attention. When she got to the kinky arrow of hair leading inside his jeans, she looked up at him. He had his head thrown back against the door and his eyes were squeezed shut.
She quickly unbuttoned his pants and dragged them off. He sighed in relief, but his breath caught again when she began placing hot open-mouthed kisses along the outline of his erection though his boxers.
"Liz…" he moaned through clenched teeth. He was desperately fighting for control when all he wanted to do was fuck her mouth. "Don't tease me."
She chuckled low in her throat. In one motion she ripped away his boxers and sucked him into her mouth. "Ah!" he cried out and collapsed against the door for support. His knees felt like jelly. He buried his hands into her hair and tried to keep his hips from thrusting too hard into her mouth, but he found it almost impossible. The sensations were almost too much.
Unconsciously, he began moving against her, thrusting deeply into her mouth. She began pumping his shaft in time with her mouth and his hips. "Liz! I'm gonna… Oh, God!" he cried out. Hot spurts of cum erupted from him as he came. She continued suckling until he was empty and flaccid.
Slowly she stood up and looked contentedly at him. He had his head thrown back against the door and his eyes closed. "Wow!" he whispered.
She just giggled and placed a tender kiss on his jaw. "Love you. Now get outta the way so we can go back out there." she laughed as she began fixing their clothing.
"No." he said refusing to move.
"Huh?" she asked, confused.
He lifted his head and stared intensely into her eyes. He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her against him, ravaging her mouth. Instinctively she opened her mouth letting him take what he wanted. It was a hot and lengthy kiss. His hands made their way to her ass cupping each cheek in a large hand. He lifted her easily and placed her on the counter beside the sink.
He trailed hot kisses down the column of her neck to the edge of her shirt and teasingly ran his tongue along the edge of the material. His hands slipped inside her shirt and trailed up her ribcage taking the garment with his roaming hands. He slipped it over her head and carelessly threw it to the side where it landed haphazardly on the paper towel dispenser. His mouth found her breast and he latched on to on nipple swirling his tongue around the erect point. His hand cupped her other breast, brushing his thumb over her hard nipple. She sighed in pleasure and held his head against her, begging him to hurry.
Her short skirt rode up past her hips again as she wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her wet core into contact with this semi-erect penis, which immediately sprang, once again, to roaring life. He rubbed against her, but didn't enter her. This brought another rush of wetness pooling between her legs.
"Max… Hurry…" she moaned.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you." she groaned through clenched teeth.
"You have me." he said, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
She growled in frustration. "Please, Max!"
"Tell me." he requested again.
She dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him hard. "Fuck me." she whispered.
The words elicited a fresh wave of desire shooting through him. He entered her hard and fast. His name was torn from her in a breathless scream.
"Fuck me!" she cried out again loving the exhilaration of using that word and not caring who heard her.
He slammed into her and she met him thrust for thrust. The tension built fast and intense and she cried out his name as she came, her muscles convulsing around him, triggering his own climax. He growled her name into her hair as he poured himself inside her.
He buried his face in her hair and kissed the side of her neck. "You're amazing." he whispered.
"Hmmm…." she sighed contentedly. "Right back atcha."
After a few minutes, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Guess we should get back out there, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so." she said kissing him again.
When he slipped out of her they both sighed at the loss. Max reached over to the towel dispenser and grabbed her shirt. He slipped it over her head and pulled it over her breasts. Then he lifted her off the counter to let her adjust her skirt.
He bent over to pull on his boxers. When he began to pull up his pants, she gently brushed his hands away and did it for him. Then she buttoned them up and carefully pulled the zipper up.
As the couple approached the table, everyone immediately throwing questions at them. They had been gone for well over half an hour. Max just sat on the stool and pulled Liz back into his lap, dropping his head against her shoulder in an effort to hide the blush that had crept across his cheeks.
"Oh my God, you guys! You didn't!" Isabel cried incredulously.
"Looks like they really did!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Did what?" Michael asked, completely oblivious as to what Isabel was freaking out over.
"You did!" Maria shouted, "Liz always has the I-just-had-hot-sex glow after she's gotten into Max's pants!"
Maria and Kyle collapsed into hysterics again and Michael looked like he was going to hurl. "You know you guys really have to stop doing this." he said half seriously. He was just happy that Max and Liz were together and that he was back with Maria.
Liz just smiled serenely as everyone exchanged their friendly banter. She had never been happier. Even though they were pretty much looking over their shoulders every where they went, they knew that as long as they had each other, they'd be okay.
Two Hours Later
"Hey, Liz! You have one more shot left!" Kyle remembered two hours later. "Were you trying to get out of it?!"
"The night is young, Kyle. Don't be so uptight!" Maria slurred.
Liz nodded at Kyle. "You're right. Last one right?"
"Kay, good." she said, "Set me up." Kyle poured another shot of Tequila for her, spilling a good portion in the process. She then sprinkled salt on Max's neck, licked it off and threw her final shot back and dragged him against her for another one of their searing kisses.
"Max!" Isabel cried, and smacked his shoulder.
"Huh?" he said, not even bothering to look at her.
"Don't you think your public display is just a little too public?"
"No." he said calmly and leaned in to capture his lover's mouth again.
Isabel just shook her head, but she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her.
When Max and Liz drew apart, he wanted her all over again. "Let's go." he said to her.
"Yeah…" she sighed.
"Can I have the keys to the motorcycle?"
"Why?" he asked.
"We're… uh… pretty wiped. We're gonna go back to the hotel." Max said, barely glancing at Michael.
"Fine." he said, throwing the keys to the motorcycle down on the table. "Keys to the van and keys to our hotel rooms. What rooms are we in again?"
"You guys are in 124 and 125. Liz and I are in 123. It's written on the keys. Here's the keys to your rooms and the keys to the van." Max said as he fished them out from his jacket pocket and placed them on the table.
"Bye, guys. Happy Birthday, Michael. We'll talk to you guys in the morning." Liz said as she slid off Max's lap and grabbed the keys to the motorcycle.
They all said their good-byes and when they were done, Liz smacked Max playfully on the butt, "I'm driving!" she exclaimed and dashed out for the door.
"No, you're not!" Max cried, running after her and they were gone.
[ edited 2 time(s), last at 2-Jan-2003 11:47:36 PM ]
|posted on 24-Sep-2002 1:59:22 AM by Insanity02|
|Thanks so much for all the feedback! I'm thinking of writing a sequel, but it'll probably be at least a couple of weeks because school and work are really killing me. I'll try to get it out ASAP though! Thanks for all your support!|
Lizzie, I'm sorry, but I don't have the link to that Buffy site anymore. I'm not even sure if the site is still open, but here are the email address to the author's (dangerousduo⊕innocent.com) and the owner of the site (theprincessienn⊕yahoo.com) I hope the addy to the owner is right. I can't really see it cuz when I printed the fic out, I was starting to run out of ink.
Okay, thanks again you guys for all the wonderful feedback! I'll try to get a sequel out ASAP! Please look for it! I'll be posting it on this link. :D Thanks!
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|posted on 2-Jan-2003 11:43:53 PM by Insanity02|
|Allo! Here's another one parter thing. This isn't the sequel to Clothing Optional. I've started that, but I'm not done yet. I'll let you guys know when I post it. And like I said before, I'll be posting it in this link so, please look for it. So, while you're waiting here's another short one parter. |
Title: Implicit Lovers
Author: Megan (aka Insanity02)
Category: AU M/L
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Note: Feedback please!
Weaving her way slowly through the crowded room, she approached the bar. She hated these occasions. There were so many conceited people who didn't give a rat's ass for anyone but himself or herself. When she stepped up to the bar, since she didn't drink, she ordered a coke. She turned around and leaned against the bar, scanning the dance floor for someone she knew. Not one person stood out to her, but then again she could barely see past the people who were crowded around her. And her 5'2 frame didn't help either, despite the fact she was in heels. Frustrated and looking for an escape from some of the less than flattering gazes from some guys, she, once again, pushed through the crowd and went to the bathroom.
One thing she was grateful about in these stinkingly posh parties was the clean restrooms. As she was pulling the door open, someone was coming out. The blond bitch nearly slammed the door in her face and without so much as a second glance, let alone an apology, the woman stalked off and rejoined her party.
Liz went into the bathroom, glanced at herself in the mirror, half-heartedly fixing her hair. She was wearing a backless, spaghetti-strapped, flowing black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She knew she looked good, but she still didn't appreciate guys drooling all over her. After readjusting a few pins in her chocolate brown hair, which was piled on top of her head, she exited. She really had no purpose there. She just needed something to do.
As she pushed her way back through the crowd, there was one person who refused to move.
"Excuse me." she said trying to thread around him, but he stepped in front of her. "May I help you?" she said, looking up at him. He was incredibly handsome. The first thing she noticed was his eyes. He had deep amber eyes that seemed to look right into her. Her breath hitched slightly and she hoped he didn't notice. The next thing she noticed were his lips. They looked sensual and soft and she found herself wondering what it would feel like with them all over her body. She felt a stabbing ache inside her.
"Yeah." he said, a suggestive glint in his eye.
Despite her arousal, she gasped at his audacity and frowned at him. "You…" she was about to give him a piece of her mind when he interrupted her.
"Dance with me." It was more of a command than a request.
"I…" she tried again, but he had already slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her against him and her hands naturally came to rest on his broad shoulders. His body was warm and hard against hers and she unexpectedly felt her traitorous body reacting to him.
Before long, they were both pressing against each other, swaying sensually to the music. She could feel his arousal pressing against her flat stomach and realized that, not once did he make any attempt at hiding it. She was so turned on. She found herself wanting him to take her then and there!
They danced for a couple of songs and then he took her hand in his much larger one and guided her out of there. She followed willingly. The entire time since they started dancing, no words were exchanged. He led her to a deserted room, away from the clamorous party, to a room, which was under renovation. There was equipment and supplies everywhere and it appeared that they were building an auditorium or theatre of some kind. The stage was already built, but they still had to finish the seating and lighting.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, but already knowing the answer.
"I wanted to show you something." he said softly.
He led her to the stage and picked her up, placing her gently on the hard ledge. He stepped in between her legs and just stared intently at her.
She cleared her throat softly in an effort to fill the silence. "What?"
"Nothing." he said as he slid his hands around to her back and touching her bare skin. His heated touch was unexpected and she gasped. He pulled her closer until she was pressing intimately into him. Her breath hitched again and her pulse began to speed up. She bit the inside of her lip in an effort to keep him from seeing how strongly he had affected her.
"Listen." she said trying to keep her voice steady. "I don't even know why I followed you here. I’m just gonna go back to the party." She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushed him back a step and wriggled away. She hopped off the stage and began to walk out.
But he was right behind her. Just as she reached the door, he stepped in front of her, his broad frame nearly blocking out the light flowing from the hallway. She stopped abruptly, careful not to touch him, and looked directly at him.
His intense gaze bore into her. "I said, I wanted to show you something." he said soundly.
"I heard you the first time, but I‘m assuming it‘s nothing now unless you wanted to show me construction."
"It's not. Just wait and you'll see what it is."
Still skeptical, she cocked her eyebrow at him.
"Trust me." he said earnestly.
"Okay." She didn't know what possessed her, but the word just escaped her before she could stop it.
He took her hand again and led her up the long flight of stairs and out of the theatre. They walked down a series of twisting halls and finally stopped at a darkened room with double doors and large windows covered by rich blue curtains. He opened the door and guided her inside and then shut the doors behind them. She didn't know how he knew where he was going because she couldn't see anything. He led her to the other end of the room and opened another set of doors.
She found that they were on a spacious balcony with a perfect view of the beautiful night sky. She looked up and she could see the moon and a million stars shining down on them and below them, there was a gorgeous garden with a beautifully lit fountain in the middle of a large courtyard.
"Its beautiful." she sighed and sat down on one of the chairs.
"Like you." he said softly. The unexpected compliment was a surprise and she turned to look at him only to find him gazing intently at her.
The words floated out into the air… And she realized that the words had come from her. She rose from her spot in the chair and waited for him to come to her. He came over in two long strides and stood, looking down at her, waiting for her to make the next move, despite her more than clear invitation. She raised her small hand and placed it on his face, caressing his strong jaw, drawing him closer.
She rose up onto the tips of her toes so she could reach him, placing her other hand on his solid chest for support. She placed her lips on his for a lingering moment and then drew back to look into his eyes. They were glazed over in building passion and excitement, but most of all overwhelming… love? They'd met each other less than fifteen minutes ago. Her heart swelled and her eyes softened, and reflected the same emotions. How could that be? Maybe there is such a thing as 'love at first sight'.
And they both knew that something remarkable was taking place. The underlying desire suddenly caught fire. Their lips crashing together, their tongues searching. His arms wrapped around her small frame, dragging her against him, as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer still.
When oxygen became a necessity, she tore her mouth from his, gasping for air. He leaned back to gauge her reaction and found her staring unabashedly back at him, the air rushing swiftly from her lungs like she had run a marathon. He leaned forward again and captured her waiting mouth once more. Unconsciously, he walked her backwards a few steps so that she was pressed against the brick wall of the balcony.
Their kiss became more and more heated and before long, his jacket and tie were strewn onto the floor and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned. And one of the straps on her dress had slipped from her shoulder causing the dress to slip down a little, exposing a dangerous amount of skin.
He cupped her breast through the thin material and she moaned softly into his mouth. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it open sending the last few buttons flying across the balcony. Her hands moved swiftly to his pants and she nimbly unbuttoned his trousers. Carefully, she pulled the zipper down and shoved his pants down as far as she could without breaking their kiss.
His mouth continued to assault hers as he touched her shoulders and slipped the other strap off the dress off her shoulder letting the silk dress pool at her feet. He tore his mouth from hers and looked at her, his eyes churning with unbridled carnality. His gaze swept over her nearly naked body appreciatively causing the throbbing in her aching core to intensify.
Lifting her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist grinding her sopping panty-clad core against his straining arousal, making him groan. As he attacked her neck, he carried her back inside. She continued grating her wet heat against him in an effort to relieve the ache. He didn't think arousal could be nearly painful, but at this point all he wanted to do was to be inside her.
He flipped on a switch causing a dim light to illuminate the room and she saw that it was spacious office with a beautiful oak desk, which was covered in folders and documents. Heedless of anything important, he slid her onto the desk sending countless sheets of paper scattering all over the floor.
He pushed her down onto the now empty desk and latched onto her breast, circling his tongue around the aroused peak. He reached between them and in one motion, ripped her panties off, tearing a strangled moan from her. He pushed two fingers inside her, while his thumb circled her swollen nub.
She reached between them and took off his boxers, pumping him. He growled then and removed her hand from him, pushing her thighs wider apart to accommodate him. He rubbed his hard, turgid shaft between her slick folds making her sigh in frustration and pleasure.
"Please…" she sighed.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
"Yes." she sighed, answering his rhetorical question. Her mind wasn't working. All she knew was that she wanted… no, needed him inside her… now!
"I want you…" she gasped when he swirled his tongue around her nipple. "I want to feel you inside me."
He looked into her eyes and with one powerful stroke he buried himself inside her causing both of them to cry out. He stayed stationary for a moment just enjoying the feeling of feeling her tight walls enveloping his throbbing shaft.
She groaned deep in her throat. As if reading her mind, he began to move with long, slow strokes. She tightened her legs around his waist silently begging him to take her faster… harder… deeper…
The tempo and tension increased quick and intense and she was helpless to do anything except for surrender to the overwhelming passion that was threatening to consume her. They were both completely out of control.
The tension built hot and fast and soon even he couldn't hold it anymore. He reached down between them and found the sensitive bundle of nerves and began rubbing it in time with their writhing bodies.
Her back arched, pressing her bare breasts against his muscled chest and she cried out as release consumed her. His own release came almost immediately causing a hoarse groan to escape him.
Afterwards, he collapsed on top of her his breath rushing swiftly from his lungs. When he found the strength to lift his head, he found that her face had on it an expression of pure contentment. Her beautiful brown eyes were gazing warmly at him, expressing her gratitude that he had managed to sneak them out of the party and to the office that Max was currently using so he could tie up the final loose ends. This gathering was for the grand opening for yet another project of the company that Max worked for.
Both Max and Liz hated coming to these stupid openings, but since Max did play a big part in it, he had no choice but to come. Neither of them could understand why he couldn't just do his job and leave it at that. Why did he have to waste his time attending these capricious company groupings? But nearly every time they were forced to come to these mindless parties, they played their game. And every time it was fresh and exciting. She could still remember the first time he had done it. She had caught on quickly and she had enjoyed it thoroughly. Every time after that, Max would manage to disengage them from the party and they would spend a little one-on-one time together. They had almost gotten caught a couple of times, but that was what made it exciting. That was the only reason she didn't mind them nearly as much as she would have if they didn't play their game.
Liz sighed, relishing in the comfort of his familiarity. She'd much rather be at home with him, sitting on the couch watching a movie all curled up in his arms. Eh, who was she kidding? If they were at home, they'd probably going for round two on the couch with the movie playing in the background right about now.
Max heard her thoughts clearly and he nipped her shoulder. "Round two will come later."
She sighed again, this time in minor exasperation, not wanting it to be 'later'.
"Yeah, I know. I hate it too. It's just for a couple more hours." he murmured, as he kissed the side of her neck. He picked her up easily and placed her on her feet. They walked out to the balcony to gather their clothing.
As soon as they dressed and picked up all the paper that had been swept off his desk in their reckless haste just moments earlier, they slipped back down to the party. They caught a few curious stares thrown their way at their slightly wrinkled clothing and their flushed appearances, but other than that, the evening went by sluggishly and uneventfully just like all the other gatherings… that is, until they got home.