posted on 5-Oct-2002 2:17:54 AM by Sarah695
Title: Glowing
Author: Sarah695
Email: sarah457⊕hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and whatever. All belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, etc., etc., etc. You know the drill, etc., etc.
Rating: NC17
Setting: Starts off on Liz's balcony... just after Max proposes to her. Okay.... this is a 'cementing' fan fic. :D
Oh and this is a Max and Liz fan fic.

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The balcony is lit by the moon, the stars and the flickering lights of candles. But the lovers do not seem to notice. What they notice is each other.... each other's arms... each other's hands... each other's lips... each other's breath.... each other's warmth.... each other's heat.... each other's fire that is burning because of and for the other.... it's like they are the most important lovers on this world.... or in this universe.... or any other alternate universe.... which they are.... to each other....
They pause for a moment. And breathe. While drinking in each other's beauty. Like this may be their last chance to do so.

"Max. I think that we have a problem."

He takes a few seconds to find his voice.... which is low and husky... when he does speak.

"A problem? Which problem?"

"We are definitely wearing far too many clothes."

Max's eyes glint and his mouth gives just one quaver.

"Oh.... I think that we can solve that problem."

The problem is solved in a very enjoyable manner. All the while Max is marveling at the beauty of his Liz. And Liz is silently appreciating the beauty of her Max.

Their eyes gently roam and look at places on each other that they have never seen before. Then they look into each other's eyes.

They kiss. Mouth on mouth. Tongue to tongue. Hand to cheek. Other hand to other cheek. Soft small beautiful breasts to hard muscled beautiful chest. Small hands on the small of his back. Then the small hands move lower. One of Max's hands also strays slowly and gently lower. Leaving a path of glowing light as it travels.

"Your skin is so soft. There. And there. And there. Oh and I love the feel of your hair."

They kiss. Mouth on mouth. Tongue to tongue.
Max's hand moves again. His fingers find what they are seeking and continue to move. Slowly.... but gently.... in a rhythm.

"Mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxx!!!!!"

"You like?"

"Ooooooh Mmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxx!!!!!!!!!"

"I guess.... that means.... that.... you like."

The traces of glowing light are still being emitted from within Liz. They start to pulse and swirl. Golden glowing patterns. Golden glowing swirling pulsing patterns. Golden glowing swirling throbbing pulsing waves moving all over Liz. Moving from within Liz. Throbbing from within Liz. Liz is moving to the rhythm. Max is moving to the rhythm. The rhythm is taking over them.

They kiss. Mouth on mouth. Tongue to tongue. Tongues moving to the rhythm. Hot. Heated. Wet. Warm. Gentle. In and out. In and out. In and out.

"Max"
"Liz"
"Max"
"Liz"
"Max"
"Liz"
"Need"
"Liz"
"Something"
"Liz"
"Ummmmmm...."
"Liz"
"Bigger"
"Bigger?"
"Bigger"
"Yep"
"Bigger?"
"Maybe I should look."

Liz's hand strays over Max. Slowly. Leaving a golden glow as it travels. She finds what she is looking for. Her hand moves. And moves. And moves. And moves.

"Liiiiizzzzzz!!!"
"You like"
"Liiiiiiizzzzzzz!!!!!!"
"I guess that means.... you like."
"Oh my........ Liiiiiiizzzzzzzz!!!"
"Max........ Condom"
"Condom?"

"Condom..... oh stop looking like Saint Max at me. We are getting married tomorrow. We may be dead soon. And I know that you carry condoms. And you are the one whose hand is busily going ...... North.

"Hmmmmmmm...... this North.... is pretty ....... warm."

Max looks at his Liz. His beautiful Liz.... whose body is swaying to the rythm of his fingers. Her pulsing warm inviting softness. His fingers moving. Moving. Moving. Golden glowing light is flowing in swirling patterns. Her hair flowing over her face. Liz is trembling. But her hand.... on him.... there... is sure... is moving... moving... moving... in rythm with his moving.

Liz looks at her Max. The muscles of his strong arm are flexing.... as he moves.... moves... moves... his fingers... his fingers... in her. Wet... creamy... her... wet.... hot... creamy... her... her.... that.... needs.... more... needs.... Max. Liz looks at her Max. His mouth is trembling. His eyes half closed.... golden green.... his eye lashes.... trembling eyelashes... Golden glowing light is flowing in swirling patterns. Oh Max needs my tongue.... on him..... hard... strong beautiful him..... the feel of him.... him.... in her hand.... her hand around him..... moving.... moving... moving.... His hand... in her.... wet... her hand on him.... .. his hair there... wet... creamy... liquid.... her.... that.... needs... more.... Max...

A condom some how flies across the balcony. Max and Liz figure out just what to do with said condom in a determined and serious manner.

"Are you sure?"

Liz shows Max that she is. Slowly. Taking just a bit. Then a bit more. Then back a little bit. Then more. And more. And more. Max moves. Liz moves. Moving. Moving. Max in Liz... hard sweet Max in Liz... Hard... sweet... thick... Max... in Liz. Hot. Hard. Warm. Hard yet soft. Warm. Hot. Wet. Liquid. Warm. Moving. Moving. Moving. Hot. Hard. Skin on skin. Hair on hair. Max in Liz. Max moving. Liz moving. Skin on skin. Soft breasts to hard chest. Nipples... hard nipples... Slim strong legs.... wrapped around.... strong muscular legs... strong legs against soft smooth thighs. Hair to hair. Max in Liz. Beautiful thick warm hard Max in Liz. Deep in Liz. Sweet warm creamy Liz. Deep in Liz. Small hands holding Max... strong hands holding... Liz. Warm. Liquid. Throbbing. Moving. Patterns of light swirling. Pulsing. Throbbing. Moving. Hot. Hot. Hot. Liquid. Pulsing. Faster. Then slower. Then faster. Rhythm. Moving. Over. Under. Breath. Cry. Scream. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot breath. Tongue. Licking. Faster. Hard. Hard in soft. Hard in soft. Moving. Faster. Lights glowing. Swirling. Throbbing. Pulsing. Hot. Faster. Moving.........

FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Max...... I see stars. I see stars. Stars all around.

Liz....... I am seeing stars also. Hey. Wait a minute! Look down.

Down?

Down.


Liz looks down and sees the town of Roswell.... with the street lights glowing in even rows and the lights of the windows of the homes and other buildings in the town. She can see the sign of the Crashdown flashing and a golden greenish glow swirling up from the location of her balcony..... the balcony where her and Max are.....

Max..... how did we get up here?

I don't know. I think that we are still down there also.
What?

Move Liz.


Liz moves. Max moves. Rhythm builds up. Hot. Warm. Moving. Pulsing. Liquid. Hard. Moving. Swirling. Pulsing. Throbbing. Moving. Moving.

Oh my! We seem to be in both places. How?

I don't know. Astral travel maybe? And how are we communicating? We never been this 'connected' before.
Maybe we are 'connected' because.... ummmmmm.... we are 'connecting'..... Oh I like that. Do that again.

That.

Yes..... That.

Oh I felt that. I make you feel that way! Hmmmm... does feel very good. So does that. And that.....

Liz... you are like warm liquid poetry inside. I am inside of you.... your body and your mind. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful Max. I am inside your mind.... and you are within me.... so deep within me... body and soul. Oh my!!!!! Max!!!!


The stars start to tumble and swirl. The golden greenish lighting pulses and swirls and spreads. Hot. Hard. Warm. Deep. Hard yet soft. Warm. Hot. Sweet. Wet. Liquid. Warm. Moving. Moving. Moving. Hot. Hard. Warm. Liquid. Throbbing. Moving. Patterns of light swirling. Pulsing. Throbbing. Moving. Hot. Hot. Hot. Liquid. Pulsing. Faster. Then slower. Then faster. Rhythm. Moving. Over. Under. Breath. Cry. Scream. Hot. Hot. Hot. Faster. Hard. Hard in soft. Hard in soft. Hot breath. Warms mouths. Moving. Faster. Lights glowing. Swirling. Throbbing. Pulsing. Stars tumbling. Moon passes by. Stars tumbling. Hot. Faster. Moving. Moving. Hot. Hard. Liquid. Pressure building. Hot. Moving. Liquid. Release......................... Peace. Stillness. Calm. Beauty. And love...............

FLASH!!!!!

A streak of light passes across the sky. Max suddenly sees a vision of Liz dancing with an older man. A man who looks very familiar. A man who looks like himself.... but older. Max sees the same man on Liz's balcony.... and then hears himself singing. Max sees the same man with in Liz's washroom and hears Kyle and Liz talking..... as friends... and the older man.... who looks like an older version of himself ...... looks like his world is ending..........

FLASH!!!!!
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"Max..... Max.... Oh Max.... that was...... was.... unbelievable.... I should be used to unbelievable by now.... but that was....... Oh how I love you Max...... and I think that a shooting star passed by us while we were up there..... Oh Max............"

"Liz... Liz.... why didn't you tell me.... oh I know why you didn't tell me.... the other me told you not to tell me..... oh my Liz.... my love..... you did what you did for me.... and for the world..... I understand now...... oh my beautiful brave Liz.... my love.... I think that I just met up with myself from an alternate time line..... the time line that you changed.... in order to stop the world ending.... oh my love..... it must have been so, so difficult..... I love you."

"You met Future Max? But how????"

"I don't know.... I think that his 'essence' was within that shooting star. Just have a feeling now that things will work out.... even with all our enemies..."

"Why do you feel that way Max?"

"Why..... why..... because...... 'I shall believe.' .................... Oh Liz..... look up at the sky!"
Liz looks up at the sky and sees curtains of Northern Lights overhead.....moving across the sky with a hissing sound..... glowing with a golden green light.... and swirling in pulsing patterns......

"Max..... did we do that? Are those lights up amongst the stars from us?"

"Liz.... I don't know.... they might be..... I think that perhaps the best way to find out is....."

The balcony is lit by the moon, the stars and the flickering lights of candles. But the lovers do not seem to notice. What they notice is each other.... each other's arms... each other's hands... each other's lips... each other's breath.... each other's warmth.... each other's heat.... each other's fire that is burning because of and for the other.... it's like they are the most important lovers on this world.... or in this universe.... or any other alternate universe.... which they are.... to each other....

(By Sarah)



[ edited 2 time(s), last at 5-Oct-2002 2:23:37 AM ]
posted on 7-Oct-2002 2:21:07 AM by Sarah695
Thank you for your feed back everyone. The first thing that I realize that maybe I should give a warning that I probably read far too much Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg in my hasty youth.... hence the tendancy towards stream of consciousness/blank verse type stuff. :D

love me max & liz 4ever: I had figured that most readers would remember what Max said about when he proposed to Liz, but perhaps quoting parts of it could serve as part of the introduction and help set up the scene.

ladylou: Thank you for the compliments. And you have found me out.... my nick name in high school... way back when... was 'Blank Verse.' *happy*

roswelluver: You welcome! Like lots of Roswell fans I just kept on thinking about Max and Liz 'cementing'... and ended up writing this. *happy*

AlienDreamer101: Thank you for the compliments and your very sweet words of encouragement. *happy*

Old Enougth: You have a point about the mixing of the two different genres type whatever. I will have to think about how to either meld them together better, or maybe stick more to one genre. Or maybe have a way to differentiate the two different styles, or something. Will have to think about that kind of stuff, eh.

Minanda: Thank you for encouraging me to be brave enough to post my fan fic. And I didn't describe stuff in way to much detail, because I think that that would perhaps actually distract from the feelings that I was trying to convey. Also, think that every reader has their own ideas of just what Liz and Max would possible do. :D

LizMix5: Hey.... don't sweat it that I confused you at first. I am good at that at times. And both you and Old Enough made me think.... which is a very good thing by the way... that I should explain my creative stance and/or what I am attempting to do in some sort of introductory whatever, before I jump into the story. *happy*

Thank you again people for your feed back! *happy*

Sarah



[ edited 2 time(s), last at 7-Oct-2002 2:54:40 AM ]
posted on 10-Oct-2002 1:59:36 AM by Sarah695
Old Enough: I have thought about re-editing.... but then decided not to edit this story, but am keeping peoples' comments in mind for the next one. *happy*

angeleyes: Thanks! *happy*

LTF: I tend to view Roswell, when it is at it's best as a form of poetry, so probably that is why I ended up writing the way I did. *happy*

And I am not all that brave about showing people the stuff that I have done. Just have lots and lots of practice... but I still get nervous about peoples' reactions. Giggle. I have two photographs going into a group show in a couple of weeks and I am already fixating about what comments that people will say about them. :D

LizMix5: You didn't say stuff that was sh*t.... you said what you felt at the time.... which is cool with me.... especially since you came back again to have another look. *happy*

And I am working on another fan fic and will post it when it is finished.... but I do write very slowly... so it might take me a while. Will have to look at some of LTF's screen caps and fan art stuff in order to get inspired. *happy*

Penny: Thanks.

As for my attempts at humour.... it does figure that a Mutant Obsessie Brain like yours would relate, etc. :D

And....well.... Max and Liz do tend to banter with each other during intimate moments.... so I was attempting to be consistant with the characters. :D

Sarah