|posted on 11-Oct-2002 2:05:44 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Title: The Crown and the Commoner|
Category: M/L; however you will find all characters throughout the story.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it…so don’t sue. You wouldn’t get much anyway!
Summary: This is based on the novel by Tracy Sinclair titled ‘American Princess’. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a great love story. Of course, I could never do it justice by writing this one and so I admit that in advance!! However, I will do my best! I couldn’t put this book down once I started reading it not to mention I just could imagine the Roswell characters being in it rather than the actual ones from the story.
Liz is a mircobiologist who won the opportunity of a liftetime: two weeks at a royal castle being pampered as a princess. Max is the prince of the small country, Antar, and host to Liz and her “lady in waiting”.
Anyway, this is one of my attempts at writing so please, leave feedback to let me know how I’m doing! Any feedback is welcomed feedback!
Royal Rewards was the hottest new game show on television with millions tuning in each week. The show was broadcast from Hollywood where only a few hundred lucky people were allowed to watch it live.
Tonight was especially exciting. It was night of the final round where the last two female contestants would compete for the grand prize.
Pam Troy, a blonde bombshell, was one of the final contestants. Viewers and producers alike were surprised to see that she had made it to the last round. As each round progressed, the questions were harder and the risk grew higher. To everyone’s amazement, she ended up getting each round correct.
Elizabeth Parker, known as Liz, was the favorite with everyone. Beauty and intelligence were just a few of the traits she seemed to possess and she had definitely possessed millions with her charm.
As the last round started, the emcee tried to heighten the stress the players were feeling. “This is the night we’ve all been waiting for. It’s been a tough battle these last few weeks with Pam Troy and Liz Parker coming out on the top. Now they have to compete against one another for the grand prize. So who will it be? Pam or Liz?”
The crowd cheered and whistled for their favorite contestant.
Once the noise died down a little, the emcee continued, “Now ladies, you know that tonight could be the night if one of you answers correctly. If not, we will return next week for another chance at a Royal Reward. Are you ready to begin?” Both contestants nodded their heads and smiled which was his cue to continue.
“Okay, I must ask the audience to remain quiet. No participation please. The stakes are high and these ladies will need their concentration. Okay, Pam, let’s start with you. Henry VIII had six wives. To win the Royal Reward, give me their names and the order in which he married them starting with wife number one.”
As Pam hesitated, the crowd could see she didn’t know the answer. Her usual snooty demeanor crumbled as she tried to think of the answer. She was never one to pay too much attention in school and it had been a while. She was lucky to have made it thus far. Slowly she said, “Anne Boleyn”.
“Well, that’s one of his wives, but not the first one. I need them in order starting with his first wife.” Pam frantically racked her brain and after looking at the clock, could only come up with one more name: Anne of Cleves. She didn’t even know which number wife she was.
“Oh, I’m so sorry”, the emcee apologized. There were a few “oh’s” and “too bad” coming from the audience members. As the emcee turned to Liz, she was silently thanking her history teacher in high school for constantly hammering Henry VIII in their skulls. Mr. Grander happened to love Henry VIII and instilled in his students every chance he got all about Henry VIII including his wives and the order in which he married each of them.
“Well, if Ms. Parker can answer correctly, she will claim her Royal Reward. Otherwise, we will come back next week with both finalists and have a new question for them to answer. Ms. Parker, will you list Henry VIII’s six wives and the order in which he married them?”
Liz took a deep breath and rattled off the names of each of Henry VIII six wives starting with Catherine of Aragon and ending with Catherine Parr. The crowd went wild and the emcee finally had to scream over the crowd to announce what her Royal Reward would be. “Well, Liz Parker, you will be flown round-trip to the European country of Antar where you will stay in the royal palace with his highness, Maxwell Evans. There you will be treated as a Princess and have privileges as such. You will also have your choice of a companion to accompany you as your “Lady in Waiting”. You will have an expense account and a full wardrobe worthy of a princess. What do you say about that?”
Liz was absolutely speechless. Two weeks to be pampered and vacation as royalty? Not to mention in the palace of such a handsome prince as Maxwell Evans. His face was on every magazine known to man and he was the epitome of maleness. Realizing the emcee had asked her a question, she finally came out of her haze and found what little of a voice she could muster. “It sounds wonderful!”
“Do you know who you will have as your “Lady in Waiting” or do you have to think about it?” the emcee asked. “No, there really is no question who my “Lady in Waiting” will be. My cousin, Maria, is the reason I’m even here to begin with and what better way to say “thank you” than to allow her to come along!”
Of course, Maria, a blonde headed pixie, literally squealed with excitement from among the audience!! She knew that this was a wonderful idea. Ever since she had heard of this game show she had been trying to get Liz to do it but Liz always refused. Finally she had to enter both of them in to the game show without Liz’ knowledge. Even though she herself didn’t make it, she knew Liz would. Beauty and brains….what more could they ask for?!
The emcee continued, “Well, since you have your “Lady in Waiting” already picked out, you two should be ready to be treated like royalty in one week!”
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD
“Woo Hoo! I knew she could do it!” Prince Michael exclaimed. He was the younger brother of the Prince of Antar and his idea to be a part of this game. “Maxwell won’t even know what hit him when he sees this beauty!”
Just then the door to the room blew open. “What the hell is all that racket? Can’t you tell I’m trying to get work done here?” “Sorry Maxwell, I was just watching that game show…” Before he could finish, Maxwell interrupted, “that silly show that you have managed to get us weaseled into?” “Maxwell, you will be happy to hear it’s finally over and a contestant has been chosen. She’s a real beauty. I think you’re going to find her company….stimulating….to say the least” the last part he mumbled under his breath. “For your information I could care less how “stimulating” her company could be. Or should I remind you who’s ridiculous idea this was to begin with?” Maxwell spoke through gritted teeth, his tone almost lethal.
Michael knew full well what that tone meant…Maxwell was none too pleased, to say the least. “I know I screwed up by volunteering us for that game show, Maxwell. I should have asked your opinion, permission, whatever beforehand. However, I didn’t. What’s done is done. Can’t you at least be somewhat hospitable to these ladies when they get here? It’s only two weeks after all.” “LADIES?!?!?!” Maxwell roared, “If my memory serves me correctly, when you volunteered us for this ridiculous…..” Maxwell was flailing his arms around trying to come up with a word to rightfully describe what this was. “You said that there would only be one lady staying here. Just how many people will be staying here, Michael? What have you failed to mention to me once again?”
Michael tried not to wince. He knew Maxwell liked his privacy. He also knew that Maxwell didn’t think he took this whole idea of being royalty seriously. In reality, he didn’t. He knew there was no chance in hell that he would ever rule over Antar. Once Maxwell found him a bride, they could have lots of babies and he would never have to worry about the responsibility of ruling. He just didn’t want it. “Maxwell, I swear it’s just a few people. Three or four tops. You won’t even know they’re here. I’ll have their accommodations set up in the east wing so you’ll never even see them unless you choose to!” “I damn well better not either. If I do, you will pay dearly, brother.” With that he stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
Michael watched the door for a few minutes once Maxwell had left. The serious face he wore soon curved into an amused one. Maxwell was in for a treat. He was sure this was the woman who was going to bring Maxwell to his knees. She was exactly the type of woman Maxwell needed. She was nothing like the typical bimbos he was usually seen with. She was a brunette for one. Maxwell usually choose blondes. She actually had a mind and appeared to be quite the spitfire. He knew she wouldn’t be falling all over Maxwell and his title. Yes, this was exactly what Maxwell needed whether he knew it or not.
What Michael didn’t realize was he was in for a treat too. His so called “bachelor” days were soon to be over as well……whether he liked it or not!
**Well, what do you guys think? Should I continue?**
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|posted on 12-Oct-2002 1:00:38 AM by DAYDREAMER|
|Wow!! Thanks for all the wonderful feedback! You have all been wonderful and I felt I owed it to all you guys to tell you that tomorrow I will post the next part. Thanks again for the feedback! If I had any doubts about posting, you all have certainly made them disappear! Hopefully you won't be disappointed with future posts. Well, see you all tomorrow!!!|
|posted on 12-Oct-2002 1:54:21 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Here's the next part....please let me know what you think.|
One Week Later
Greg Mathis was impatiently waiting for the two ladies to come off the plane. The plane had landed a little over 15 minutes ago and he was beginning to get irritated. Greg was sent by the producers of the show to hype up the publicity of the new “princess”. There was a good 4 hours left of decent daylight and he planned to use every bit of it. That is, if those two silly women would get off the plane. Hell, you would think that they had never flown before!
Liz was beyond irritated. This was not what she bargained for. It was her understanding that she and Maria would be traveling alone; however, that was not the case. Not only had the producers sent a publicist but a photographer as well. Even though David Griffin, the photographer, was a nice guy, it was still unnerving to know that her every move would be photographed to help boost the show’s popularity. Do they even understand that a woman needs her privacy? Not to mention this was suppose to be her “vacation”. She might as well not leave the plane…at least until she was able to control her temper. So that’s where she found herself 15 minutes after the plane had landed.
Maria was sitting beside her practically beside herself with nervous energy. She understood where Liz was coming from, but really, was it totally unheard of to enjoy the countryside regardless of what is expected of her? Of course that was easy for her to say considering she wasn’t the one that was going to constantly have every moment photographed and documented for the world to see. None the less, she was ready to get off this stuffy old plane. It had been an extremely long flight from LA and she was ready to smell some good ole’ country air.
“Can we please get this show on the road before there’s no good light left?” yelled Greg Mathis. “The producers didn’t send you on this little trip to hole up in some old plane. So let’s get to moving….NOW!!!”
Finally Maria leaned over and put a hand on Liz’ shoulder. “Liz, I know this isn’t what you expected. Heck, it’s not what I expected either. None the less, they did spend a lot of money to send you here. Can we just try to make the best of the situation and try to enjoy ourselves? Not to mention, we are staying at a CASTLE, Liz!!! Isn’t that enough to make you want to get off this plane? If it’s not, I have two words that can….MAXWELL EVANS!!!”
With that Liz looked over at Maria and noticing her Cheshire cat grin, could not help but giggle. “You do have a point there. I wonder if he’s as handsome in person as he is in all those magazines?” “Well, you know what, we’ll never find out unless we get off this plane, get in that limo, and drive to his castle now can we?” With a grin Liz nodded her head and the two grabbed their carry on bags and climbed down the stairs to the awaiting limo.
“Hold it right there, Liz. I want David to get a photos of you getting off the plane. David, get some pictures of her coming down the stairs. I want the world to see her first step on Antarian ground. It’ll make the world wild!!!” David rolled his eyes at the absurdity of this man. Hesitating only for a moment, he started clicking pictures of Liz.
Liz stood there gritting her teeth, ready to tell Greg off. Maria must have sensed her mood and leaned over and said in a whisper, “Maxwell Evans…Maxwell Evans….Maxwell Evans…” Liz grinned and started repeating his name over and over as she descended the stairs.
Once inside the limo the ride to the castle wasn’t very long. Maria and Liz practically mauled each other as they tried to see everything they were passing. Lush green fields filled with sheep speckled the countryside.
It wasn’t long before the car was slowing down and turning into enormous iron gates. Liz and Maria craned their necks to see if the castle was in view. To their dismay, it couldn’t be seen from the gates. As they drove down the drive, Liz noticed that Wheeping Willow trees lined each side of the drive giving it an enchanting look. She could only imagine what the castle would look like. It must be amazing.
The car came to a stop and Maria and Liz looked around frantically. They were not yet at the castle and was some what confused as to why they had stopped. Greg rolled down the window and peered out. Up in front of the car there were flocks of sheep on the drive. He looked around and noticed a dark headed man riding up on a black horse. “Hey, you, mister, can you get those damn beasts out of the road!? Can’t you see we’re trying to move here?” Greg snapped. Honestly, you would think they would have all day. Didn’t these people know who they were.
When the man on the horse ignored him and went to speak to the driver of the car, his control snapped. “Did you not hear me? Move those beasts now or I’ll personally speak to the Prince about this!!!” he roared. The man continued to ignore Greg and once he was done talking to the driver rode off in the opposite direction. “The nerve of that man. What rudeness. Well, I’ll speak to the prince about this. We’ll see how long he stays employed here!” Greg seethed. “For Christ’s sake, Greg, calm down. We’re not in that big of a hurry.” David tried to reason. Liz and Maria just stared at one another. Silently communicating with one another, they each rolled their eyes. This was definitely going to be a long two weeks.
After several more minutes the car started moving again and slowly but surely, the ancient castle slowly came in to view. Liz and Maria were absolutely giddy. The castle was breathtaking. To Liz it looked as if it was taken out of a page in a fairy tale story. There was even a moat around the castle!!!
As their door was opened, Greg pushed out first totally taking Liz by surprise. Next he practically pulled David from the car. After all, pictures needed to be taken of Liz leaving the limo! Liz bit down on her anger once again and prepared to exit the car.
Before she get completely out, the front door of the castle was thrown open and out strolled Prince Michael. He was dressed rather casually in khaki pants and a button down blue shirt. He wore his hair spiked and if Liz wouldn’t have recognized him from pictures she had seen, she would never have guessed him to be royalty. Were they not suppose to wear crowns and sashes?
“Elizabeth Parker I would presume?” Michael said as he reached for her hand. “Yes, but please, call me Liz, your highness.” Liz graciously took his hand. “Only if you call me Michael,” he said as he bent to kiss her hand. Liz blushed and said, “Michael, of course.”
Just then Maria bounded from the car. She hadn’t really being paying much attention to anything but getting out of that car. She was in desperate need of some fresh air so she was totally oblivious to Prince Michael standing with Liz. As she got out, she stretched her hands high above her head and sighed. This was exactly how she had pictured the royal castle. It was absolutely beautiful.
Michael’s mouth dropped open as he took in the blonde headed pixie stretching like a kitten. Her shirt rode up a little and exposed part of her trim tummy and Michael had to do every thing in his power to suppress the groan that wanted to come forth. She was gorgeous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been so attracted to a woman before.
Just then Maria turned around and noticed the prince. Her green eyes flashed with fire before she shyly looked away. His intense gaze was almost too much for her to bare. Why was she suddenly so shy? She had never been shy before in her life but something about him made her mouth water and her heart pound. So instead of talking she took the coward’s way out to keep from saying something idiotic.
Liz noticed immediately where the prince’s attention had drifted and she couldn’t contain her smile. Finally she broke the silence, “Prince Michael, I would like you to meet my cousin and best friend, Maria Deluca. Maria is my “lady in waiting”, Prince Michael.”
Prince Michael was absolutely mesmerized. Here he was planning on setting Maxwell up and to his surprise he was the one acting all love struck. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he bent down and grabbed her hand. “It’s a pleasure, Ms. Deluca.” With that he kissed her hand. “Likewise, Prince Michael. And please, call me Maria.” “Maria” he grinned and she found herself returning the smile. They both continued to smile and stare at each other long after introductions and only broke eye contact when Greg cleared his throat.
“Oh..um…please come in. My man will get the bags for you. Greg and David?” he asked as he held his hand out to the two men. The introductions were made between the men as they walked in and were led through the foyer to an adjoining room. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of having some appetizers prepared. I figured you all would be a little hungry after such a long flight.” Liz was about to speak when Greg interrupted, “Yeah, we’re starved” and then proceeded to devour the appetizers set out in front of them. Liz and Maria looked at each other with horrified expressions on their face. David inwardly cringed at Greg’s rudeness.
Just then there was a bellow from the front door. “Michael, where the hell are you? You wouldn’t believe what those television people have already done!” Liz and the others could hear Maxwell’s voice booming in the foyer and before Michael was able to excuse himself from his guests, Maxwell barged in the room.
“Could you not hear me calling for you?!” Maxwell half-screamed. “Sorry, Maxwell, I was entertaining our guests.” He stressed the word “guests” so Maxwell would realize he was in a room full of people. The very people he was wanting to complain about.
Maxwell took his hint and looked up. He scowled as he noticed the man that was screaming at him from the window of the limo. Greg swallowed convulsively as he realized the man on the horse was none other than Prince Maxwell himself.
Maxwell looked around and saw another man with a camera and a young lady with blonde hair and green eyes. She was looking rather amused but he choose to ignore her. He looked further and his heart stopped beating and his breath caught in his throat. There before his eyes was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
|posted on 14-Oct-2002 3:23:30 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Just a note to say that I plan on having a new part posted tonight. I'm back at work following my maternity leave so I have to wait to go home before I can do any "serious" writing! I'll try not to make it too disappointing! LOL! Again, thanks for all the wonderful feedback. You guys are great!|
|posted on 14-Oct-2002 7:43:59 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Okay, here’s the next part. Please let me know what you think.|
Maxwell was sure he had died and gone to heaven. There before his eyes was an angel. Brown hair the color of chocolate falling down around gorgeously sculptured shoulders made visible by a white halter top. Eyes that only could be described as windows to the soul, because anything that intense and beautiful had to be able to see into your soul. Lips that would disgrace rubies. Skin he was sure had to be baby smooth and had just enough color to appear to be glowing. The body….well, it could only have been described as belonging to a goddess. Yes, he definitely had died and gone to heaven.
Liz was speechless. Sure she had seen magazines. Every one had. But not one picture she had seen could have prepared her for the man that just walked through that door! He was beyond words. He was dressed simply in jeans and a button down denim shirt. And by God, she had never seen jeans look so good!!! His raven-colored hair was slightly disheveled by the wind. A few buttons of his shirt were undone revealing a gorgeous tan and the hint of muscles. The hint soon turned into a proclamation as she noticed how well the jeans fit his legs. Only one word came to her mind while appraising him…..Adonis.
Michael was silently commending himself while watching the silent exchange between Maxwell and Liz. It was obvious they were attracted to each other. You could practically cut the sexual tension between these two with a knife! If he had doubted his decision to participate in this television show, he didn’t anymore! He was brilliant!!!
“Maxwell, I would like you to meet our guests,” Michael started. “The young lady that holds all of your attention is our guest of honor, Liz Parker.” Maxwell could hear Michael’s teasing tone and he could almost hear “I told you so” in it. Well, he would definitely have to thank Michael later for “telling him so”. For once Michael was right!
“Liz, I would like to introduce you to my brother, Prince of Antar, Maxwell Evans.” Liz blushed as Maxwell continued staring. Gathering up as much as strength as her voice would allow, she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” “Please, call me Max.” “Max? Since when are you called Max and to whom are you called that by?” Michael questioned with a raised eyebrow. Maxwell simply responded, “Now and Liz.” Then without taking his eyes off hers, he took her hand and kissed it, rubbing his thumb over the spot he had just kissed.
That one little move had Liz in a puddle of goo on the floor. His eyes….damn….could they be any more gorgeous? “Max it is,” she smiled shyly. “It is such an honor to be staying here your high..Max. Thank you for allowing us to in your home. You really have such a beautiful castle and country as well. Or at least what I have seen of it" she smiled. “Please,” Max said with a wave of his hand. “It’s my pleasure to have you stay with us. All of you,” Maxwell said as he finally acknowledged the others.
“Max, I would like you to meet my best friend and cousin, Maria Deluca.” “It’s a pleasure,” Maxwell said as he shook Maria’s hand. “Likewise, your highness.” Maxwell just smiled. As he turned to David, David extended his hand. “David Griffin, your highness. It’s an honor and privilege to meet you.” Maxwell smiled and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you as well.” At last he turned glaring eyes upon Greg. “And you would be?” Maxwell asked coldly. “Greg Mathis, Liz’ publicist,” he said smugly. Maxwell snapped his head back around to Liz and with questioning eyes asked, “Your publicist?”
Before Liz could respond, Greg interrupted, “Yes, your highness, she’s going to be a star! With my help of course.” “Of course” Maxwell sneered as he turned from Liz, his once friendly demeanor turning stony. “Well, I have work to do. I’m sure Michael will see to your needs. Good day” and with that said he turned and walked out of the room.
Liz could barely breathe. What had just happened? Had he really thought she was only here for publicity? Of course he did, she thought, he doesn’t even know you. And he won’t either because of this pompous jerk! Tears started to form in her eyes and she scolded herself for being so silly. Like a prince would like someone like her! Please! He could have any woman he wanted. What would he want with a science nerd such as herself. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she realized Michael was talking.
“…if you’ll follow me.” Liz looked at Maria as everyone started walking toward the door. Maria just gave her a sympathetic smile and followed Michael out. Slumping her shoulders in defeat, Liz silently followed behind the others.
Maxwell was furious. “Damn women” he muttered as he stormed in to his study. “Why would she be any different than the others. Of course she’s just here to boost her career. Why else would she be here?” he thought aloud as he paced back and forth in front of his mahogany desk. “I bet she thought she could come in here and I’d fall at her feet begging her to marry me. Man, wouldn’t that help her ‘career’?!”
The longer he stood there thinking of the brown hair goddess, the more his heart began to hurt. “You fool. What’s wrong with you? Why are you letting this tiny woman get to you?” he thought. “Because she’s the most beautiful creature you have ever seen” his mind replied. With a sigh and thud he sat down in his chair. “Who am I kidding? Like she could ever be interested in just ME and not this damn crown.” With his head in his hands, he silently prayed that one day maybe someone could.
**Well, watch'a think? Should I continue? Feedback, good or bad, welcome.**
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|posted on 15-Oct-2002 4:48:17 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Thanks to everyone for their wonderful feedback. You guys make it impossible to not post a new part every day! You all are so great! Thanks again! On the with the story....|
After showing everyone to their rooms, Michael took off to find Maxwell. He stopped abruptly in the door to Maxwell’s study. Maxwell had his elbows resting on his knees and he was slumped over with his head in his hands. “You okay?” Michael asked as he walked on into the room. “Hhhmm” was the silent answer.
Michael took a seat across from the massive desk and when Maxwell made no effort to acknowledge him, he continued, “Maxwell, I don’t know what just happened back there but one thing I do know is, that Liz isn’t all that crazy about that Greg fellow. As a matter of fact she had no idea he was even going to be here.” Again, Maxwell sat there in the same position saying nothing. “What I’m trying to say is, Greg Mathis is not Liz’ publicist” Michael stated with a little more volume than before.
Finally Maxwell raised his head. “Oh really, Michael. And how exactly do you know this?” Michael had the decency to lower his head as he spoke in a whisper, “Maria.” “Yeah, like she would even tell you the truth,” Maxwell said rolling his eyes. Michael’s head snapped up at the snide remark, his temper getting the best of him. “Look, Max,” Michael started icily putting emphasis on the name “Max”, “she’s a scientist. What the hell would she need a publicist for?”
Maxwell raised his voice to match Michael’s, “I don’t know. Maybe a career change?” He raised an eyebrow as if to challenge Michael to say anymore. Michael was never one to back down ffrom a challenge especially from his older brother. “Maxwell, she has her dream job.” With a softer voice he added, “She didn’t even sign up for the silly show. Maria did it for her. It was as much a surprise to her as it was to you to hear the ass say that.”
“So why did she allow him speak for her?” Maxwell voiced timidly. Michael had never heard him sound so defeated in his life. Hundreds of questions started whirling around in Michael’s head. He had never been one to believe in love at first sight. Of course that was before meeting Maria. Now looking at Maxwell, he could tell that’s exactly what had happened to his brother as well.
“Maxwell, all I know and can tell you is what Maria told me. Are you interested in hearing her side of the story or do you just want to focus on what you want to believe? If you want to hear it, I’ll be happy to tell you. If not, then you can continue to make yourself miserable with lies.” Maxwell looked up at Michael as if he had never seen him. Who was this man standing before him? He had definitely changed from the man he was yesterday morning. Of course, he knew what had changed him or rather whom. “I’m listening.”
With that silent comment, Michael told Maxwell about his goodnight visit to Maria. While there she proceeded to tell him what an ass Greg was being to Liz and how she had to practically hold Liz back every time Greg spoke. She continued to tell him the circumstances behind Liz becoming a contestant. Liz had everything she had ever wanted….well as far as a career was concerned. One thing that was missing however was someone to love her. She was lonely. Thus the reason Maria signed her up to be a contestant. She knew that Liz was intelligent enough to win and maybe, just maybe, she would find love while there.
Both Maria and Liz were so excited to be on this trip but from the moment they stepped on to the plane, it had been a nightmare. Greg and David were there to document everything with Greg insisting on making Liz a star. She herself was just in the way and Greg made no bones about telling her so. Maria told Michael about how Liz basically refused to get off the plane once they landed and how only with Maria’s persuasion did she. When Greg had announced he was Liz’ publicist rather than the show’s, Liz was beside herself. She was shocked and furious but to save face, she didn’t dispute him. After all, the producers had spent a ton of money on her and she just couldn’t let them down. She was just too good of a person to let them down.
Once Michael finished re-telling the story, Maxwell was beside himself with anger. That bastard! He was using Liz’ conscience to help promote his own ego! Maxwell spun around to face Michael. “Did Maria say what their itinerary was for tomorrow?” Knowing where Maxwell was going with this question spoke up quickly, “Photo shoot. Six a.m.” As Maxwell headed toward the door he said, “I’ll be waiting. Oh and Michael,” “yeah,” “thanks….for everything.” Before Michael had a chance to reply, Maxwell was out the door.
Michael sat there for a few minutes thinking about what Maxwell had said. Smiling to himself, he couldn’t help but think about what fun tomorrow morning was going to bring. He definitely needed to make sure to be up and ready for the show.
When her alarm went off, Liz groaned and slapped the snooze button. She was not ready today. Why couldn’t she just stay here all day? It would have to be better than going down there and playing super model with Greg. She really hated that man. Liz had always prided herself on her ability to deal with anyone, but this man was beyond even her ability! He was just intolerable!
Then she thought of last night and the way he rudely spoke up for her to Maxwell. Max. Her heart hurt to even think about him. He must think so horribly of her. The hurt in his eyes when he thought she was here only for publicity made tears form in her eyes. Scolding herself from where her thoughts had wandered, she pulled herself out of bed and headed to the shower.
Maria met Liz in the hall outside her suite and they walked together downstairs. Maria noticed that Liz was unusually quiet. “Don’t worry, Lizzie. I think all will better this morning. You’ll see.” With a comforting arm on her shoulders, Liz just glanced at Maria and smiled. She admired Maria’s optimism; however, she just couldn’t be optimistic this morning.
When they approached the terrace where Greg insisted the photo shoot begin, she could already hear Greg yelling orders at David. Grimacing she pushed through the French doors. “Well, good morning, Liz. How are you doing this morning?” David greeted with a hug. “Good.” “Well, if you two are through chit-chatting, we have work to do,” Greg sneered.
In the shadows of the room, Maxwell and Michael stood watching the scene before them. Maxwell just about lost his cool when Greg started in on Liz. He couldn’t even greet her like a gentleman, Maxwell thought. Of course, not, he chided himself, Greg was no gentleman. He remained quiet waiting for his opportunity.
“You, there, …girl, …Martha.” Greg started. “Maria,” she snapped. With a wave of his hand, Greg dismissed her as if she hadn’t said a word. “Down here pronto,” he ordered pointing to his side. “Liz is the star of this show.”
In the shadows, Maxwell stuck his arm out just in time to stop Michael from barging through the doors. “In due time, Michael. Let’s let him dig himself a little deeper first, what do you say?” With a devilish smirk, Michael nodded. Maxwell lowered his arm and stepped a little closer to the door.
Liz was so uncomfortable. Greg had practically ordered her to wear something sexy to the shoot today when he left her at his door last night. Trying to pull the dress down in an effort to make it longer, she succeeded in making the other side rise up higher. She was wearing a red halter dress that clung to her body. It was mid-thigh long and she swore she had seen a hooker wearing it the other night on the corner of a street in LA.
Maxwell was silently praying that she would quit tugging on her dress. Every time she would pull at the front of her dress, the back would rise giving him a teasing glance of her creamy olive legs. He was afraid his control would snap any minute and then his plans for Greg would be ruined. He had to admit; red would definitely be his favorite color now. If anyone else was wearing that dress, he would have considered her a whore, but Liz…Liz could definitely pull it off!! He would rather pull it off for her. That thought sent his mind in to all kinds of exotic locations.
Maxwell was snapped out of his thoughts, when Greg roared, “Liz!? Men don’t pay to see little mousy nerds. They pay to see sexy dressed women. Now work with me here. At least try to look sexy.” Once again, Maxwell caught himself calling Greg a bastard. The man wouldn’t know sexy if it bit him in the ass. Even then, he wasn’t too for sure.
Without stepping from the shadows, he asked in a tone he was sure to be heard, “Have you never been told it’s not polite to yell at a lady, sir?” Greg swallowed forcibly at Maxwell’s tone, and Liz spun around completely surprised.
Stepping on to the terrace with Michael on his heels, he approached Liz. “Here,” he whispered pulling off his jacket and placing it around her. “Better?” he said as he bent his head looking her in the eyes. Liz blushed and nodded her head, “Much. Thank you.” Maxwell smiled and pulled the lapels of the jacket together holding them closed for her.
Not moving from his spot next to Liz, Maxwell turned his head and looked at Greg. “You, sir, owe this young lady an apology. Once it has been given, I want you to go back to your room, pack your belongings, and go home. My man has already made arrangements for your departure and my driver will take you to the airport. You have made enough of an imbecile out of yourself. You have worn out your welcome and my hospitality and are no longer welcome in my home.”
Greg sat there with his mouth open in shock. When he finally found his voice, he asked smugly, “What about our contract? I’m sure you don’t want a lawsuit over this. The publicity would be so damaging for his highness.”
Maxwell raised an eyebrow, “Are you threatening me, sir? Obviously you are as ignorant as you look to think I would be threatened by the likes of you. For you information, the contract states that I am legally obligated to let Liz and Maria stay here. No one else. I have opened up my home to you out of the goodness of my heart. In less than 24 hours, you have made me regret my decision. As I understand it, this was to be a vacation for Liz and one person of her choice. Her choice being Maria. That leaves you and Mr. Griffin on your own.”
Looking over at David, Maxwell politely said, “David, you are welcome to stay in our home for the next two weeks with the understanding that Liz and Maria are not to be bothered. If you can not abide by those rules, then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
David smiled at Max. He was practically bursting at the seams with laughter at the look on Greg’s face. He had worked with Greg on several occasions and found him to be a prick. It was about time someone put him in his place. He was just glad he was here to witness it! “Thank you, your Highness, but I have a wife and two kids at home whom I miss very much. If it’s all the same to you, I would rather go home.”
Maxwell smiled, “Of course, David. I would be happy to take care of your arrangements for you. You’re a good man and it’s been a pleasure.” “Likewise, your highness. Likewise.” With that said, David gathered up his equipment and went to pack.
With David gone, that left Greg standing there looking like a fool. “Your apology, sir,” Maxwell ordered. Greg’s faced pale as he realized Maxwell was truly expecting him to apologize to Liz. “I apologize” he bit out. “Very well, you’re dismissed,” and Maxwell used Greg’s ever-famous wave to dismiss him. Greg grabbed his bag and stalked toward the door. Pausing, he glanced back around and glared at Maxwell and Liz. “I said your DISMISSED” Maxwell yelled. With a jump, Greg went in.
During all the commotion between Maxwell and Greg, Maria had made her way to Michael. So now she stood wrapped in his arms as if she needed protection. “Let’s go in Maria. I’m sure I could convince Katherine to whip us up some breakfast. What do you say?” “Sounds good. I’m starved.” Michael patted Maxwell on the shoulder and escorted Maria in the house.
Maxwell stood there still hanging on to the lapels of his jacket staring at Liz. “You okay?” Liz smiled, “I am now,” she whispered, “Thank you.” “My pleasure,” he whispered back. Maxwell moved his gaze from her eyes to her mouth. Feeling self-conscious, Liz bit her bottom lip. He glanced at her eyes once again but then slowly started closing his eyes and he leant in.
Liz’ heart sped up. This was it. She could feel his breath on her lips and she lost all thoughts except how much she wanted to feel his lips on hers. Closing her eyes, she closed the distance between them and fused her lips to his.
***Feedback, please!! I live for it!***
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|posted on 17-Oct-2002 4:48:40 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Here's the next part. Hopefully it's not a disappointment.|
As soon as their lips met, both moaned at the contact. Maxwell slowly ran his tongue along her bottom lip begging for entrance. Opening her mouth to his awaiting tongue, Liz became the aggressor and met his tongue before it had a chance to reach it’s destination. While tongues dueled, Maxwell brought his hands up to her neck. He rested one hand at the place where her neck and shoulder were joined, while the other found it’s way into her hair.
Liz was in heaven. She was absolutely addicted to his taste. She explored every crevice in his mouth trying to get enough and occassionally would give him the opportunity to explore hers as well. She had never been one to initiate anything much less be aggressive, but with Max, she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. When Max brought his hands up to her neck and combed his fingers through her hair, she melted into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she moved her mouth from his continuing down to his neck.
Maxwell groaned in protest when her lips left his, but soon realized where she was headed and closed his eyes in ecstasy. He couldn’t believe how much this one woman affected him. He was tingling every where from arousal. The more she kissed, sucked, and nipped at his neck, the more his body responded, almost to the point of being painful.
When Liz’ hands began to move from their spot on his lower back to cup his ass, Max broke the kiss and stepped back. If he allowed her hands to go any further, he would have no choice but to take her to his room and make her his. His control was hanging on by mere threads and he had to slow things down before they progressed any further. After all, they had yet to talk about their attraction much less their “relationship” if any and they were not ready to take this step. When they did make love, they both were going to be ready and it was going to be more than a one night stand.
When Maxwell broke off the kiss and stepped back, Liz looked up in confusion. Had she done something wrong? Was she too forward? She thought he wanted this too? Feeling self-conscious, she wrapped her arms around herself. When he didn’t say anything, she felt like a fool. She knew she was inexperienced, but she didn’t realize she was so horrible at what she was doing. She could have swore that when she first started kissing him that he enjoyed it. Now she wasn’t so sure.
Maxwell was trying to get his breath back. He knew he needed to say something but he had to get himself under control first. He didn’t trust himself just yet. Heck, he wasn’t even sure his voice would work. When Liz wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive mode, he knew he needed to say something quick. He just couldn’t get the breath to do it. All he managed to say was, “Liz…” and that was weak even to him.
As soon as she heard her name, her defensive wall rose. She had over-stepped her boundaries. He was trying to let her down easy and she was going to save him the trouble. “I understand. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to force myself on you. Here you were trying to be nice and I just practically threw myself at you!” As the words left her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked furiously to keep them from falling. She was humiliated enough. She wasn’t going to further embarrass herself by crying like a baby in front of him.
Before Maxwell could finish his statement or correct her misunderstanding, Liz literally threw his jacket at him and ran in to the castle. Maxwell just stood there with his jacket clutched in his hands, shock evident on his face. He knew she was confused when he stepped back but he was just trying to get control. Surely she couldn’t believe he regretted the kiss!? Didn’t she realize that he wanted her more than he should? His desire was more than evident! Besides she would never have to be forceful. Especially when he wanted it just as bad.
Mentally scolding himself for his stupidity, Maxwell turned toward the castle. He had never had to pursue a woman before, usually they came to him. But this time it was different. Liz was different. His feelings were different and even though they scared the hell out of him, he refused to live with the emptiness of being alone any longer. He had a taste of Liz Parker and he’d die of hunger without her. With a determined step he went in search of his brown haired angel.
When Liz finally got to her room, she ran in and slammed the door shut. Making sure it was locked, she slid down the door and sat on the floor. She was so humiliated. She was sure she had never been so humiliated in her entire life as she was right this very minute. How was she ever going to face him again? What he must think of her!!??
She began to question why it mattered so much to her what he thought. The answer was apparent. She was in love with him. She had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but it had happened. Then she realized that with her aggressiveness, she had just ruined any chance of his return affection. No longer able to hold them back, tears flowed freely down her face.
She had been sitting there for only a few minutes when there was knock on the door. Jumping at the intrusion, Liz’ heart sped up as she heard Max, “Liz, Liz are you in there?” She could hear the concern in his voice but she just couldn’t face him right now. She was still too embarrassed.
When she said nothing, Max softly continued, “Please Liz, let me in.” After several minutes of silence, he silently pleaded to himself for her to talk to him. It was almost inaudible but she had heard it. When she still refused to speak to him, all determination he came here with was gone. He hung his head and sighed. Finally he said the only thing left to say, “I’m sorry, Liz. Please…”
When he didn’t continue, Liz’ heart broke at his defeated tone. Rising, she put her pride behind her to unlock the door. She couldn’t leave things like this no matter how humiliated she was. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. After looking around, she crumbled to the floor as she noticed he was gone. The only thought that kept going through her mind as more tears fell was that she had lost the only man she had ever fallen in love with.
***Horrible? I'm not too sure about that part. It was totally different in my mind at first, but as I wrote it, it evolved into this. Sorry if it disappoints.
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|posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:26:07 AM by DAYDREAMER|
|Here it tis...the next part. Hope you guys like it....|
Liz had finally been able to compose herself enough to get off the floor and decided a shower might help her to relax. Once she had showered she dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white baby tee and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. Afterwards, she was going to go find Maxwell and hopefully, they could talk. She really needed to set things straight between them.
Michael and Maria were eating and enjoying each other’s company when Maxwell came in and sat down heavily. Looking at each other with questioning eyes, they turned to Maxwell. “Is everything okay, Maxwell?” Distracted by thoughts of a certain brunette, Maxwell didn’t even hear Michael. “Maxwell?!” Michael called a little bit louder. “Hhm? What?” Maxwell mumbled as he jerked his head up in response. “I asked if everything was okay?” Maxwell just looked between Michael and Maria and when he was about to answer, Liz walked in.
As she walked in, she looked up to find three sets of eyes on her. Two sets were filled with curiosity and the other set filled with remorse. Once more, her heart broke as she met his gaze steadily trying to say all the words her heart needed to.
After a few tense minutes of watching Liz and Maxwell staring, Michael cleared his throat. Liz was the first one to break eye contact and took her seat beside Maria. Katherine entered the room and took hers and Maxwell’s order for breakfast and left. Once she was gone, silence filled the room again.
Michael and Maria had finished their breakfast and after a quick glance at one another, silently agreed to leave these two alone again. It was obvious that Maxwell and Liz needed to talk to one another and they were going to give them the space they needed. Michael cleared his throat and while rising from the table, offered his hand to Maria to help her from her chair. “Maxwell, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I would take Maria sight-seeing. I took the liberty of rearranging your schedule so you could escort Liz around as well. I figured there was no better way for these two lovely ladies to see the country than to be escorted by the two people who know it the best! That is of course, if it is agreeable to both you and Liz?”
When Maxwell looked at Michael, he could see the understanding in Michael’s eyes. “Yes, I would be happy to escort Liz around the countryside. With her permission of course?” He turned questioning eyes to Liz silently praying to himself that she would allow him the privilege. They had so many things to discuss and he was afraid she would refuse especially when she had refused to come to her door earlier.
Liz’ heart sped up with the thought of spending all day with Max. Her mind wandered to an erotic location and all the things she would love to do with him while alone and then she remembered the earlier scene and the kiss. Scolding herself for where her thoughts went, she realized that Max was waiting on her to respond. Quickly trying to assure him it was okay, she stuttered, “Y-y-yes. Th-that would be great. Thanks.”
Maxwell was holding his breath while he waited for Liz to answer. When she hesitated, he was sure that she was going to turn him down but then he noticed her eyes turn dark and glaze over. He smiled triumphantly to himself when he realized what she must have been thinking. He couldn’t blame her one bit. The thought of having her to himself alone all day and the possibilities that could bring was definitely appealing to him as well. Then he noticed no sooner had that look crossed her face, that she sobered up and seemed to be resolved about something. He was determined to put that look back on her face before the day was out and there would be no regrets. That he was positive!
Michael and Maria excused themselves and left Maxwell and Liz alone in the dining hall together. Maxwell was the first to break the silence. “Liz, I really think we should talk.” “Max, I just wanted to apologize for before…” Maxwell was up moving to her side before she could finish. There he grabbed her from her chair spinning her around to face him. Without saying a word, he backed her up against the table.
Without releasing her hand, he told her softly, “Liz, you have no reason to apologize. You misunderstood my actions earlier and I was having a difficult time catching my breath or else I would have explained it to you then.” Bringing his free hand up to her cheek, he continued, “I believe I’m in love with you, Liz. I know it’s soon, but I can’t stop my heart from feeling the way it feels. I’ve never felt this way about any woman and to be perfectly honest, it scares the hell out of me.”
Taking her hand, he placed it upon the hard bulge now pressing against his trousers. “Can’t you see…feel…what you do to me? I have never wanted a woman the way I want you. So see,” he said as he bent down to look into her eyes, “you could never be forceful with me.” With a chuckle and a mischievous smirk, he added, “Or too forceful anyway!”
Liz was blown away by his confession and blushed when he put her hand on his erection. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that he would feel the same way. Even knowing he shared her feelings, she could not get past her insecurities. Timidly she asked, “Then why, Max? Was the kiss that bad? Did I do something wrong?”
Max could easily see all the confusion she felt shining in her eyes. Hugging her to him, he said, “Oh Liz, I was just trying to get control of myself. I was so afraid I was going to lose control and make love to you right there on that terrace! I didn’t think we were ready for that yet and I knew that if I let you touch me, as you wanted to, I wouldn’t have any control left. I did not want our first time together to be out there on the terrace. I want our first time together to be special and romantic.” Leaning his head toward her ear, he whispered, “As for the way you kiss, your kisses are incredible. It took every bit of resolve I had to step away from you. I’m not sure I’d be able to the next time.”
Liz melted in to his embrace and basked in his warmth. His smell was intoxicating and she found herself losing herself in him. When Max pulled away slightly to look in her eyes, she groaned from the loss of his tight embrace. Max smiled and placed a tender but passionate kiss on her lips. She tried to deepen it, but he pulled back. “I think if we intend to do any sightseeing, we had better end it with that. Otherwise the only thing you’ll be seeing is the view of my room!”
Liz laughed at his comment. She was beyond aroused and had no desire whatsoever to go sightseeing. Her desire only grew with the knowledge he was in love with her. Deciding to be bold, she asked, “What if I told you I had no desire to go sight-seeing?” Maxwell looked down at her and noticing how her eyes darkened with desire, he felt himself harden even more, if that was possible. “I would have to ask what you had in mind instead.”
Leaning up and brushing her lips against his, she murmured, “I think I would like to have a tour of your castle.” Licking his bottom lip, she continued, “Starting with your bedroom.” Maxwell threw his head back, and with eyes shut, groaned at her implication. She was going to test every bit of control he had and right now, he did not have enough. With a husky voice, he said, “Let the tour begin,” and without hesitation, scooped her up in to his arms and headed in the direction of his room.
***Well?!?!?!? What'cha think? Nookie the next part or no? Dumb question, huh!?!?! LOL! Well, please let me know what you all think! The feeback has been amazing and I appreciate all the bumps and compliments. You guys are the best... ***
|posted on 22-Oct-2002 3:47:30 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Here's the next part. I want to apologize in advance. This is my first attempt at NC-17. So if it sucks (excuse the pun) then I apologize. I'll try to do better in the next part (you'll understand shortly). Thank you for all the wonderful feedback and bumps. It took a little longer to get this part out because I was nervous and I put it off. So without futher ado, here is the next part.|
As Max reached his room, he sat Liz down and held her hand as they walked through the doorway. Without releasing her hand, he turned and locked the door. “I would hate for us to be disturbed,” he said, his voice husky from desire. He looked back around at Liz and found her biting her lip. He had only known her for a short time, but could already recognize her nervous habit. “Liz?”
Liz was fine until they reached Max’ room. Then the implication of what they were about to do hit her full force and she was all of the sudden overwhelmed with emotion. Love and desire was there but she was more nervous than anything. She had never been with a man before. What if she disappointed him? What if she didn’t know what to do? Her anxiety was to the point of making her sick. Biting her lip, she didn’t even realize Max had called her name. It wasn’t until Max stepped forward and pulled her in to his embrace, did she snap back to the reality in front of her.
“Liz, are you okay?” Max questioned. He was nervous. He had never been with a woman that he loved before. Before sex had always been for the pure pleasure of his release, never caring about the woman’s needs. But now, now he was going to be making love to this small beautiful woman and all he could think about was making this a wonderful experience for her. Definitely something he had never done before.
Looking up in to his questioning eyes, Liz voiced her fears. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never,” blushing Liz paused and took a deep breath. She turned from his embrace and turned her back to him. “I’ve never been with a man before, Max. I’m nervous that I’m not going to please you. I know it sounds silly, but I’m not even for sure I know what to do!” she exclaimed.
Max tried to hide his grin by her omission. “I think between the two of us we could figure that out.” She could hear his amusement in his tone and felt like a fool. Before she knew it, he was behind her with his arms wrapped around her arms. In all seriousness, Max softly confessed, “You could never disappoint me, Liz. Just the idea that you’re willing to give me yourself, something that you have never given another man, makes me love you beyond comprehension. That alone tells me that anything we do together, whether it be just talking or making love, will never be a disappointment.”
Turning her around to face him, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “We’ll take it slow. If at any point, you feel that you’re not ready to go further, just let me know. We’ll stop. I’m just content being with you. Okay?” Lifting her chin with his finger so he could look in her eyes, he whispered, “I love you, Liz.”
Liz felt tears form in her eyes at his words. All her fears were gone as she gazed at this man before her. It was evident in his expression as well as the tender way he held her that his words were true. She silently thanked the Lord above for allowing her this moment. Finally, she told him what he had been waiting to hear from the moment he confessed his love for her. “I love you too, Max…..”
All other words were lost when Max crushed his mouth to hers. When Max ran his tongue across her bottom lip, Liz opened her mouth eagerly wanting another taste that was just Max. His kisses were slow but passionate as he allowed his tongue to make love to her mouth as his body was begging to do to hers.
Liz was in sensory overload. Never in her life had she ever felt the passion and love she was feeling at this very moment. As Max’ tongue made love to her mouth, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped deep in her throat. Needing more, she tried to take his kisses deeper, but Max pulled back just enough to keep his kisses at his pace. He wanted her at his mercy.
When Liz groaned again, Max broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to get his hands in between them. Reaching for the hem of her tee shirt, he looked at Liz, silently asking for permission. When she shyly smiled at him, he lifted the tee shirt up and pulled it off, throwing it behind him. He took a moment to gaze at her lovely form. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her breasts were bare before him. The only thought in his head at that moment was that she was absolute perfection.
With a single finger, he reached up and lightly touched her breast, reveling at the smoothness of it. When he ran his finger over her nipple, it tightened and Liz moaned softly. Max leaned down and took one darkened nipple into his mouth, licking then sucking gently. With his mouth still attached to her breast, he looked up at Liz. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her hair falling over her back like a cascading waterfall. Never in his life had he witnessed something so beautiful.
Bringing his attention back to her breast, he switched sides and gave the other nipple ample attention. When he loved each breast until they were sensitive, he moved further down running his tongue down her stomach. He sat on his knees and started licking around the waistband of her jeans. Slowly he pulled the zipper on her jeans down and with his thumb and index finger, popped the button open. Grabbing her jeans and the barely there panties she was wearing, he slowly removed them from her body.
As Max removed her jeans and panties, her knees grew weak at the look of pure desire on his face. She grabbed his shoulders for balance so she wouldn’t fall to the floor. When he made no attempt to stand, she looked at him with questioning eyes.
Once the last of her clothing was removed, Max could see and smell Liz’ desire. His mouth watered at the sight before him. Her dark curls were glistening with her fluids and Max was dying to taste her. All of her. He chanced a glance back up at Liz and when he saw the questions in her eyes, he gave her a soft smile and said, “God, Liz, you are so beautiful.” With that, he slid one hand up her leg and slowly raised it resting it on his shoulder.
Liz’ eyes widened in understanding at what Max was about to do. She didn’t know if she was comfortable with this or not. Before she was able to tell him to stop, Max had already bent his head down and with one long stroke, licked the length of her folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head and all thought was lost as Max took another taste of her. When he found her bundle of nerves, he sucked lightly, and felt Liz buck toward him spurring him on. As he continued to devour her, alternating between drinking her nectar and sucking on her nub, Liz felt an incredible fire building. But as Max inserted a finger, then two into her hot core, she couldn’t control the release or the scream it brought. “MAAAXXX!”
When Max felt her tense up, he knew that she was close to completion. He continued to thrust his fingers in to her core as it clamped down on his fingers. When Liz screamed his name as she experienced her first orgasim, he had never heard anything so wonderful before. Pulling his fingers from her core, he released her leg and stood as he licked away the juices that were running freely down his fingers. He was now addicted to the taste of Liz and he would never get enough of her.
When Liz had calmed down, she looked at Max from under hooded lashes. “That was incredible.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” With a mischievous smirk, she said, “You’re right. You still have all of your clothes on!”
***SPOILER: To the people who thought it was too soon because they didn't know each other yet, I'll address that later. Don't worry...this is a dreamer fic so it won't be angsty too long. Also, the next part will be Max' turn at pleasure!! Oh, my imagination runs wild with that one! LOL!
Before I forget, please continue to leave feedback. I love to read what you all have to say. It's great!***
|posted on 25-Oct-2002 5:56:01 AM by DAYDREAMER|
|Just bumping my fics! A new part will be out either today or tomorrow! Thanks for all the bumps and wonderful feedback! I shall return.......|
|posted on 26-Oct-2002 11:35:15 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Sorry it took so long with posting this part. So far it's been a rough weekend. Hopefully it'll get better! I've got an extra hour to sleep! Yippee!|
Now, the rest of the story (not really, just the next part !)..................
“What do you suggest we do about that?” Max asked as Liz slowly made her way to him. They were mere inches apart, but she closed in what little space was remaining between them. “I would suggest they be removed. After all, it’s only fair. As I recall, my clothes were already removed.” Max noticed her devilish gleam and couldn’t help how his manhood tightened even more. Giving her a look over, he smirked, “Yes, they certainly have.”
Blushing slightly, Liz raised her hands to his button-up shirt. Slowly she began to pop each button loose. As each inch of his golden skin was revealed, Liz would place an open-mouth kiss on it, reveling in his musky taste. Reaching the waist of his trousers, she pulled the shirt free. Liz inched her hands up the smooth but muscular contours of Max’ chest making her way to his shoulders where she could push the shirt from his body.
Max had to suppress a groan as Liz’ small hands slowly moved up his body. He wasn’t for sure if he was going to be able to control himself while she explored his body. He was already about to lose control. He used every bit of strength he had to hold himself in check as she continued her explorations.
Once Max’ shirt was removed, Liz was mesmerized at the sight of him. He truly was a beautiful man. What was the word she had thought of when she first saw him? Ah, yes…Adonis. Well, what she could see of his body so far proved that thought. Liz gazed at him a little longer but the urge to touch him was too great. She brought her hands up to his shoulders then began to move her hands downward. As she reached his nipples, they hardened under her light caress.
Liz wondered if a man’s nipples were as sensitive as a woman’s. She knew how aroused she had gotten when Max licked and sucked on her nipples so she decided to experiment. It was obvious Max was going to let her have free reign over his body as she did his. Bending forward, Liz let her tongue barely move over his left nipple. As she did so, his nipple tightened even more and she heard his sudden intake of breath. Loving the reaction she was getting, she licked it again and heard Max moan deep in his chest.
As Liz licked at his nipples, Max brought his hands up to her arms for balance. He couldn’t believe the feelings that this one woman could bring over him. Just the pure force of it was enough to make him weak in the knees.
Liz finally realized that she had lost sight of her objective: ridding him of his clothes. With that thought in mind, she leaned back up and continued to move her hands towards his trousers. Liz closed her eyes as her hands moved over Max’ six pack abs memorizing every inch and feel of him.
Finally reaching his trousers, she raised her head and looked for permission. At this point, Max could only nod his head. He was too far gone to even speak. His desire for her was beyond evident by the tent in his pants and he was afraid that he couldn’t speak if he tried.
With his nod of permission, Liz unfastened his pants and attempted to move the zipper down. She had a little difficulty with the zipper because his pants were so tight due to his arousal. Liz wondered if he was a huge behind those pants as he appeared.
Max was watching as Liz messed with his zipper. If he hadn’t been so aroused, he might have found the sight comical. Instead, he reached down and lowered the zipper himself. She smiled shyly at him and moved her hands around his waist. With little effort, she pulled his pants down his legs and then nudged him to step out of them.
Liz took one more moment to gaze upon what flesh that was uncovered. Max was wearing black silk boxers which only brought out his rich golden color. Muscular legs were exposed and Liz wondered how often he had to work out to achieve such form.
Max was beyond himself with need. Just Liz gazing on him was about too much for him. He was already aroused to the point of it being painful and much more of her teasing and he wouldn’t be able to control his urge to possess her.
Liz timidly removed the last barrier between them by bringing his silk boxers down his legs. When she had them off, she looked back up to his straining manhood. She literally gasped aloud at the size of him. He was huge and she feared he would never fit. All of the sudden, her confidence faltered and she wondered if she had made the right decision after all.
When Max saw the uncertainty cross her features, he panicked. Did she want to stop NOW? He understood she had never been with a man before, but he wasn’t for sure if he could handle them stopping now. Not even a cold shower could calm him down at this point. “Liz? Honey, what is it?” Max cautiously asked, fearing her answer.
Liz blushed when she realized Max had seen her worried expression. “I was….will it fit?” she finally blurted. Max visibly relaxed at her question. Softly and as convincing as he could muster, he told her, “Yes, honey, it will. Trust me. We’ll just go slow, okay?” He bent his head slightly to look her in the eyes. When their eyes met, all fear and doubt once again diminished at the love shining in his eyes.
“May I touch it?” she asked timidly. “Would you like to?” Max simply replied. “Yes.” “Then please do.” Liz brought one hand up and ran a single finger around the purplish mushroom tip. When his penis twitched from her touch, her eyes snapped to his and her hand jerked away.
Before she could say anything, Max told her, “Liz, honey, it’s all right. It was a natural reaction.” He grabbed her hand and brought it back to his erection. “Please, touch me” Max half moaned.
“Show me what you like, Max” she asked bashfully. He closed his hand around hers and slowly started a rhythm moving their hands up and down his cock. He moved his hands away and allowed Liz to take control.
Liz continued to stroke his length and when she noticed the drop of pre-cum glisten from the tip, she couldn’t resist the urge to taste him in the most intimate way. She knew she was addicted to his taste from his kisses, but now she wanted to taste all of him. When she bent her head and licked the pre-cum from his cock, Max moaned aloud. Loving his reaction, she bent her head down again, but instead of licking him, she opened her mouth up and sucked the tip into her mouth.
Max about came right then when Liz sucked his cock in to her mouth. She was so warm and the sensation of her hot wet mouth was too much. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her up and she released him with an audible pop. “Baby, I need you now. I can’t wait” Max whispered huskily.
Without waiting for a response, he easily lifted her into his arms and practically ran to the bed, his erection pressed up against her ass. At the feel of his erection on her ass, desire overtook Liz and her core flooded with her nectar.
Max laid Liz on the bed and followed her down resting his weight on his forearms. He took a moment and kissed her passionately before spreading her thighs with his knee. He positioned himself at her center but before he entered her, he had to know she was ready. “Are you sure? Please, tell me you’re ready for this” he all but begged.
Without a moment of hesitation Liz replied, “Please, Max. I’m sure, just please.” Max took that as his cue, and slowly began to penetrate her core. Max was trembling with need and the desire to just bury himself in her quickly was overwhelming him. However, he kept his control in check by reminding himself that this was her first time.
When he reached her barrier, he took a deep breath and asked her again, “Are you sure, Liz? I don’t want to hurt you but I don’t think I could stop once I’m all the way in.” Liz made no attempt to answer him. Instead, she reached around, cupped his ass, and then pushed him down in to her at the same time she tilted her hips upward. Liz let out a loud cry and closed her eyes as the tears started to flow. Max remained perfectly still and silently berated himself for hurting her.
As the pain subsided, pleasure took its place and Liz experimentally rocked her hips hoping to feel more. Max groaned at the movement and slowly pulled himself out her until just the tip of his cock was buried in her tight sheath. He pushed back in to her and slowly continued to pull in and out, taking her deeper with each stroke.
After a few minutes, Liz became frustrated with his slow pace and practically yelled at him to go faster. Not needing to be told twice, Max quickly started pumping in and out of Liz. When he could feel the blinding pressure building, he picked his pace up even faster and was practically slamming into her body.
With every thrust, a groan would escape Liz’ throat and she would eagerly meet each thrust with one of her own. As she felt the familiar pressure building from low in her stomach, she began to buck her hips frantically in anticipation.
At Liz’ wild movements, Max grabbed her hips and helped her to match his thrusts. Needing to be deeper, he grabbed her by her knees and laid them on his shoulders. At the new angle, he could go deeper and he continued to slam in to her body. “GOD…...Max!” Liz screamed. She could feel tingles in her stomach as each thrust of Max’ body met hers. She was willingly to bet he was touching her womb each time he slammed in to her.
At the new angle, it didn’t take long for Liz to go over the edge. When her walls tightened even more with her orgasm, Max couldn’t prevent his own release. Spilling his seed in to her, Max moaned her name while she moaned his.
Drained, Max collapsed on top of Liz and only moved once he realized he was too heavy for her small frame. Without withdrawing from her tight passage, he rolled them over and pulled Liz on top of him. When he looked down in to her face, he could tell she was well sated by the wistful smile on her face. She had already started to doze off when Max pulled the cover over them. The last words she heard as exhaustion took over, was Max whispering, “I love you, Liz”.
***Well? Okay? Worth the wait? Hopefully it's not too big of a disappointment! All I ask, is for feedback and lots of it! LOL!***
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|posted on 3-Nov-2002 3:54:22 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Just a note....I wanted to apologize for the delay in the posting of the next part. I working on it I promise! It will be out within the next two days. As for the questions regarding the protection issue, you'll have to read it to find out!!! LOL! Thanks for all the feedback and the 11 votes! You guys are the best! See you all soon!!!!|
|posted on 6-Nov-2002 7:39:42 PM by DAYDREAMER|
Liz woke a few hours later from the feeling of fingers running up and down her side. For a moment, she panicked not remembering where she was. She knew she was on something that was hard but yet amazingly soft at the same time. She could also feel something filling her almost to the depths of her soul.
Then she remembered what she was laying on, or rather whom! She opened her eyes and noticed Max watching her. "Hi, gorgeous." Liz smiled. "Hi, yourself." Max leaned up and kissed her.
"How do you feel?" "Full." Max grinned. "Yeah, sorry about that." "I'm not. It feels wonderful. I could stay this way forever." "Yeah? Well, as much as I would love to stay like this forever, I couldn't. I have a country to run, remember?"
Liz blushed. She couldn't believe how bold she had become. Just yesterday she would never have imagined herself in bed, naked no less, with a man she barely even knew. The thought alone made her redden.
"What's wrong? You're not going to turn shy on me again are you?" Liz didn't think she could redden any more. "Nothing's wrong. Just thinking." "Abooout?"
Liz laid her head back down on his chest. "I was just thinking how this all seems so unreal." Liz paused for a moment and then continued. "You know, me here with you and all. This isn't something I would normally do."
Max leaned up and kissed her head. In a whisper he told her, "me either." Liz looked back up. When their eyes met, she felt her breath quicken. Just then she felt Max' cock twitch inside of her. With wide eyes and a small gasp escaping her mouth, Liz moaned, "Max?"
Without saying a word, Max rolled them over. He leaned down and kissed her lips and pushed his tongue gently in her mouth. As he pulled his tongue back out, he pulled out from her wet center as well. Then plunged back in to her and mimicked it with his tongue.
Liz moaned as Max moved. She was a little sore from their first time together, but the sensations he was causing in her were incredible. Max continued to plunge in and out of her body slowing increasing the tempo as he went.
Finally Max removed his mouth from hers and made his way across her chin, down her neck, and onto her left breast. He nipped and sucked the area right above her nipple. When Liz moaned and arched her chest forward, Max relented and gave her what he knew she needed.
Without stopping the rhythm of their lower bodies, he took her nipple in between his teeth, rubbing it back and forth and then sucked it into his mouth. He first sucked gently then sucked hard. So hard, Liz almost cried out in pain. However, at the same time he sucked hard, he slammed into her petite body.
Liz threw her head back and screamed out. Max loved her reaction. He couldn't believe how turned on he got when she did that. So without hesitating, he did it again. He would alternate between a gentle thrust and a little lap of his tongue, and slamming into her core while sucking as hard as he could on her breast. He switched breasts as the left became too sensitive.
For a minute he worried he might be being too rough on Liz but when he looked down in to her face, he realized she was loving it like this. The look of pure ecstasy was on her face. That spurred him on even more and continued to pump wildly in to her body.
Max could feel the familiar rise building and didn't want to fall alone. Reaching between their bodies, he found her clitoris and began to rub in small circles. "God, Max, don't stop!" Liz moaned. After a few more thrusts, Max felt Liz' walls clamp down on his manhood. That's all it took for Max and he released his seed inside her as he cried out her name.
As they laid there panting, Liz' eyes went wide with disbelief. She had felt his release. She had felt that wonderful warm sensation as he reached his release. With a shaky breath, she said, "Max?"
Max could hear the distress in her voice. Immediately, he pulled out of her and rolled off. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? God, Liz, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so rough." Liz reached up putting her fingers on his lips. "Max, it's not that. We didn't use protection, Max!"
Before he could say anything, Liz jumped up out of the bed. "Oh my God, Max!! What are we going to do!? I can't believe this is happening! How could I have let this happen!" Max jumped out of the bed and rushed to her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he tried to calm her down. "Liz, babe. It's okay. It's okay."
"It's okay? Max how can you say that? We just made love twice with no protection. I was a virgin, Max. I haven't had the need for birth control." Liz was almost in hysterics.
Taking a ragged breath, Max told her the news no one other than his doctor knew. "Liz, honey. It's okay, I promise. I can't get you pregnant." Liz stilled immediately. "What?!" she shrieked. "I'm sterile, Liz. I'm sorry, I should have told you."
****Well????? FB please!!*****
|posted on 22-Nov-2002 8:52:43 PM by DAYDREAMER|
Liz pushed out of Max' arms and went to sit on the bed. Almost in a whisper, Liz asked, "What do you mean you're sterile?"
Max rubbed a hand over his face before coming to sit down beside her. "About a year ago, I was out riding my horse with some friends. The horse got spooked by something and threw me. Although I felt fine, my friends insisted I be checked out by my doctor. During some routine tests, he found that my sperm count was so low that the possibility of ever having children was pratically non-existent. He was sworn to secrecy after the discovery and I have not told anyone myself until now."
Liz frowned. "What about specialists? Nothing could be done?" "Believe me I've tried everything. There is nothing anyone can do. That's one reason I have been after Michael to be more responsible where his duties lie. Once he is engaged, I plan to abdicate in his favor."
Liz looked down. "Liz, I'm sorry. I truly am. I know I should have told you, but I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." Max stood back up and pulled on his boxers and pants making sure to keep his back to her. "I'll understand if you don't want to see me again."
Liz' head snapped up at his comment. What? He couldn't honestly believe she wouldn't want to be with him just because of that. Did he not understand she was in love with him. Liz took a deep breath. "Max, come here." When Max made no attempt to move, Liz got up and walked over to him wrapping her arms around his waist. "Max, do you love me?"
Without hesitation, he replied, "Yes." "Do you regret our making love today?" Again without hesitation, he gave a firm, "NO." "Then turn around and look at me." She grabbed his arms and turned him around to face her.
"Max, what we shared today was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. I love you, Maxwell Evans. I could care less if you were a king of a country or if you could be a sperm doner. I love you unconditionally. It was just a shock that's all. It doesn't make me love you less nor does it change my desire to be with you."
Liz reached up and placed a loving kiss on his lips as her arms went around his neck. "As for children, you could still BE a father, Max. There are many children in this world who would love to have parents who would love them regardless of their biological background. So that's always an option."
"You wouldn't be opposed to mothering a child that wasn't your own?", Max asked. Liz could see the vulnerability in his eyes with his question. Now Liz answered without hesitation. "No."
Max released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Pulling her tight in to his body, he buried his head in her neck. "I love you, Liz Parker. More than I ever could have imagined. More than mere words could describe."
Liz pulled back slightly. "I love you, too." Max lifted his head only to bend back down to kiss her lips. The kiss was sweet at first but soon turned passionate as Max touched his tongue to her lips begging for entrance. Liz parted her lips and moaned as Max swiftly pushed his tongue in her mouth. He tried to convey with his mouth and tongue what his heart was trying to say to hers.
When the need for air became to great, they pulled apart and rested their foreheads together. "I think I'd like to finish our tour," Liz stated after she caught her breath. Max smiled. "What, you didn't like my room?" Liz smiled wryly. "Loved it. In fact, I wouldn't mind a repeat performance....perhaps with a different view!"
Max grinned devilishly. "I believe that could be arranged. How about we start the next leg of our tour
with the master bath? I'm sure you would appreciate the spacious shower and jacuzzi tub that you'd find in there."
Liz grinned at Max' playfulness. "I believe I could learn to appreciate such fine amenities so long as I could test each one out. With your permission of course? After all, I might need some one on one assistance."
"One on one assistance, huh? I believe I'd be UP to the task." Without another word, Max grabbed her hand and practically ran towards the bathroom, Liz giggling all the way.
***Sorry for such a long time between posts. No real reason other than the usual: work, marriage, motherhood. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I'll try to do better! You all are great and I really appreciate the bumps!***
|posted on 4-Dec-2002 9:51:53 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Just a little author's note to inform you guys that I'll have a new part out to both of my stories in the next couple of days. We are starting to experience our bad weather here and hopefully (fingers are crossed) I'll be off work for a couple of days because of it. That will give me a chance to post a few parts! Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for the wonderful feedback and bumps! You sure know how to make a girl feel loved!!|
BTW....Jeremiah, love the picture. Yum Yum! I found a pretty good one myself I meant to put on here, but can't seem to work it out! I'm so not good with these things (computers)!!
Well, I'll see you all soon most likely tomorrow!
Tracy aka Daydreamer!
|posted on 9-Dec-2002 9:30:06 PM by DAYDREAMER|
Once in the room, Max prepared the water as Liz looked around in awe.
The room was done completely in gray marble from floor to ceiling. A huge glass shower big enough for four people stood off to the left of the entrance. There were showers nozzles on both sides of the shower complete with full body jets.
As she passed the shower, she noticed a partition wall that was made of small glass blocks. On the other side, the most beautiful sinks she had ever seen adorned the wall. They were unique in the sense that there was no cabinet. They were mounted to the wall by small metal support brackets. The bowls were cobalt blue and absolutely glowed against the gray marble.
As she moved around the room, she could see the toliets. Nothing fancy there she noted and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped with that thought.
On to the right of the entrance, she noticed Max standing quietly next to the Jacuzzi with an amused expression on his face. He had apparently been watching as she appraised his lavatory.
Liz felt the blush climb her face as she noticed that he had been watching. Of course, by now, he had removed his clothes and was standing there stark naked waiting to get in to the spa.
When he had her full attention, he held his hand out to her. "Are you ready?" She didn't hesitate to take his hand as he led her into the spa. It was rather large and not really a tub in itself. It was made into the floor of the room!
As she descended into the thermal waters, she noted that the jacuzzi itself was made of gray marble. The only thing distinguishing it from the rest of the room, was the small waterfall on one side. Not to the mention the gold waterfall faucet.
Liz slowly sank in to the warm depths making herself comfortable on one of the benches near the waterfall. The water was so soothing on her aching muscles.
Max seated himself next to her and leaned his head back on the edge of the spa, closing his eyes and allowing a small sigh of satisfaction escape his mouth.
They sat in comfortable silence for quite awhile before Max finally spoke. "So....what did you think about this room of the castle?" Liz opened her eyes and looked at him with amusement. "It has potential." Max raised an eyebrow and smiled. "So you weren't impressed?" "Oh, I love the room, but so far, I would have to say I'm more impressed with the bedroom."
Max laughed. "Well, we can't have that now can we." With that he lifted her from the bench and placed her down on his lap. Max crushed his lips down on hers and both moaned from the pleasure. Even though it had only been mere minutes since their last kiss, it was still too long without contact.
The kiss was passionate and deep as each dueled for control with their tongues. Before long, fire and desire flared up once again until the need to be one consumed them. Without breaking their kiss, Max lifted Liz and lowered her down on to his erection.
Grabbing her hips, Max helped Liz establish a rhythm that would surely bring both to their peak quickly. Liz broke the kiss and threw her head back in ectasy with the feelings having him fill her was creating. She rode him with abandon and as predicted, both reached their climax quickly.
Max rested his forehead against Liz' as they tried to catch their breaths. Once his breathing was under control, he whispered, "Damn, Liz, you are amazing." "You.......too....." Liz gasped as she tried to control her own breathing.
"Do you think you would like to have a shower? Maybe a cold one? I'm buring up in here." Liz nodded and smiled wryly. "Yeah, the temperature did increase in here for some reason!" Max smiled.
"How about we get out of here and go take a cool shower and then we can go back out and maybe take a little nap. Then when we get up, maybe we can go horseback riding if you want. That way I could show you some of the grounds around the castle." "Sounds great."
With that, Liz lifted herself off his lap, removing his now flacid member from her deep core. Max slowly stood up and offered her his hand. Together they made their way to the shower.
Max turned on both sprayers and each took a seperate shower trying to cool their smoldering bodies off after another intense session of lovemaking. Once showered, Max grabbed two towels from a small metal shelf.
Once he dried himself, he turned and dried Liz' body off. Then picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom. "You know, Max, I am capable of walking." Max smiled and blushed slightly. "I know, I just happen to like having you in my arms like this."
As they reached the bed, Max pulled the huge satin comforter back, and laid Liz in the middle of the satin sheets. Then he walked over to the huge floor to ceiling windows and pulled the drapes closed bringing the room into total darkness.
Liz turned on the light next to the bed so Max could find his way back. Once he crawled in beside her, she leaned over and turned the light off. Max pulled her close to his side with her head resting on his chest. "I love you, Liz." "I love you too, baby." Max kissed her forehead and then both drifted off for peaceful slumber.
***Well, what do you think? Disappointing? Hope not. Please leave feedback! I live for it!***
|posted on 6-Jan-2003 1:17:40 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|I wanted to let everyone know a new part will be out later tonight. I was working on it yesterday but my computer did something funky and I lost what I was working on. Anyway, I will have a new part of this evening when I get off work!|
Thanks again for all the wonderful feedback and bumps and hope you won't be disappointed with the next part!
|posted on 6-Jan-2003 9:12:15 PM by DAYDREAMER|
Liz was patiently waiting while Max, along with the stable hand, prepared their horses. She was rather nervous. She had ridden a few times but not enough to be really comfortable in the saddle.
As Max walked his horse out to her, he thought if she "met" the horses so to speak, it might make this a little less awkward for her. Gesturing to her with an outstretched hand, Max said, "Liz, come here, baby."
Without hesitation, Liz walked over to where Max was standing with a pure black horse. "Baby, this is Adonis. He's an Arabian stallion and he's the one I'll be riding today. Here, rub his nose like this and let him get used to you. Although I'm riding him, I would like him to get used to you as well as you with him." Liz did as she was instructed and she noticed that the longer she stood there interacting with Adonis, the more her anxiety dissapated.
"He's really beautiful, Max." "Isn't he? He's my favorite of all our horses. He really is quite uncommon. It's rather unusual to see a full blooded Arabian that's pure black. I bought him as a colt and we just seemed to click. I have never ridden a horse that could pratical understand everything I wanted him to do without having to be trained."
Liz couldn't stop the smile that crepted across her face as she watched Max with his horse. You could really see Max' gentle nature as he loving rubbed Adonis' neck.
Out of the corner of her eye, Liz caught movement and turned to look. Stanley, the stable hand, had just walked over with the most beautiful horse she had ever seen. Max noticed how her eyes seem to brighten and turned to look. "Ah, I see you've noticed Fire. She'll be the mare you'll be riding today. Care to meet her?"
Liz couldn't help the giddy smile that came across her face at the thought of riding this beautiful creature all day. "Fire is an American bred horse called the Golden Saddlebred. As you can tell, they get their name from the golden or copper coat. She is probably the most gentle of all the horses here and she'll be perfect for you. What do you think?"
"I think she's gorgeous." Fire really was gorgeous. Not only was she the richest copper color Liz had ever seen but she almost had a pure white mane and tail, such a contrast against the color of her coat. Liz walked over and immediately Fire nuzzled her with her nose. Liz giggled and gentely rubbed Fire's nose.
After several minutes, Max decided they needed to get going. After their earlier morning activities and nap, they would only have a few hours of sunlight left. There was just so much he wanted Liz to see of his estate. Deep down he couldn't help but feel as if he needed Liz' approval. Subconsciously, he hoped that by seeing the beautiful countryside, that Liz might decide to stay here with him once her time was over.
He helped hoist Liz up in her saddle and once he was sure she was comfortable, he mounted Adonis. He lead the way as they traveled over the hills and fields of the castle's surrounding land.
Over the next hour and half Max led Liz around the area pointing out certain areas and telling her stories that made each place stand out for him. They laughed and talked and had a wonderful time out riding.
On their way back, Liz and Max were chatting easily between each other when an approaching horse brought them from their conversation. Max looked out and almost groaned aloud at who he saw riding up to him. Liz just looked on confused as the petite blonde made her way to them.
"Maxwell, darling, Stanley told me I could find you here." "Good afternoon, Tessa." "Yes, yes. Maxwell, sweetie, are you not going to introduce me to your friend here?" Tessa smiled her fake smile at Liz and Liz swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. This woman acted very intimately with Max and Liz couldn't help but wonder what this woman was to Max. From the looks of things, she was sure she was soon to find out.
"Tessa Harding, this is Elizabeth Parker." Before Max could go any further with introductions, Tessa interrupted. "Ah yes, the little American who is staying with you for two weeks. I'm sure you're just loving the attention you've been getting." It was easy to pick up on the sarcasm in her voice and Liz looked down with an uncomfortable smile.
As she opened her mouth to say pleasantries back, Tessa continued talking to Maxwell as if Liz wasn't there. "Maxwell, darling, I took the liberty of telling Ambassdor Stephens that you would be at the opera this evening. He will be waiting in our balcony at a quarter to six to speak with you. So come on darling, we must leave to get ready."
Max rolled his eyes at her persumptiousness. If it wasn't for the need to speak with Ambassador Stephens, Maxwell would have turned Tessa down. Here he was with Liz and Tessa acted as if she and Max were more than what they were. Merely friends. Sure he knew of her long attachment to him but his feelings were never more then friends.
Now glancing at Liz he could see that she hid her face behind the wall of chocolate hair as she looked at anything but him. Feeling his heart drop from his chest, he feared that Liz questioned his feelings for her. "Liz?" Looking back from whatever point she had tried to focus on, she turned her gaze to Max' but only momentarily. "Yes?" she asked softly. "Do you mind if we head back? I really need to speak with Ambassador Stephens." "Of course, your Highness." Without waiting for his reply, Liz nudge Fire in the flanks and trotted towards the stable leaving Max and Tessa to follow.
Max could feel his temper at Tessa boiling in his blood. Liz was shutting herself off from him all because of the bitch sitting beside him. Nudging Adonis as well, he tired to catch up to Liz and hopefully explain his relationship with Tessa.
Once they reached the stables, Liz dismounted quickly not waiting on Max or Stanley to help her. Once she was outside the gate, she made sure to turn around and address Max and Tessa. "Your Highness, thank you for showing me around the castle and the countryside. It was an experience I'll soon never forget," sarcasim dripping from her voice. "Ms. Harding, it was a pleasure to meet you. Have a good evening." Turning quickly she tried to get away before anyone could see the tears that were threatening to fall.
Before getting a few steps away, she heard Max call her name. "Liz? Liz! Please, wait." She stopped but did not turn around. Max jogged up to her and as he reached for her arm, he could feel her trembling. "Liz, baby, please. Let me explain." She looked up under hooded lashes and refused to let her tears fall. She felt absolutely betrayed by Max. Here he had led her to believe he loved her and she had willingly given herself to him and her feelings. Now she felt like a fool. It was obvious he was involved with this woman. She was entirely to intimate with her demeanor to be just friends.
"Explain? What's there to explain?" Before any more could be said, Max was crushing her to his chest. "I love you, Liz. Please. It's not what it looks like. God, I love you. Don't you see that?"
Before any more could be said, Tessa's shrill whine could be heard. "Maxwell?" Prying Max away from Liz, she attached herself to his arm and smiled sweetly up at Max. "Darling, you really are too sweet. Ms. Parker, he really is such a sweet man, is he not? Always reaching out to those less fortunate. Maxwell, I'll be ready to be picked up in an hour. Don't be late." Without further delay, she leaned up and put a kiss on his lips and walked off.
Liz turned her head once she realized Tessa was going to kiss Max. Once Tessa started walking off, Liz looked back up at Max. He was standing there staring her with such intensity Liz had to look away. Gathering up as much courage as you could, Liz softly said, "Thank you again for a lovely afternoon. I hope you have a good evening at the opera. Good night."
She took off in a near sprint and fortunately made it inside and into her room before her tears begin to fall.
|posted on 9-Jan-2003 10:08:46 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Just a little note to say thank you every one for the wonderful feedback! I have ideas floating in my head on how I want the next part to go so I'll hopefully have a new part out tomorrow evening at the latest. I have to have surgery on Monday b/c of complications after my son's delivery so maybe if I'm feeling up to it I can post another part then as well. Definitely one tomorrow though. Thanks again for all the feedback. I loved the reaction! You all made me think! I had originally planned for it to go a certain way but now after reading the responses, I can't help but give you all what you want! |
Have a good night and see you all tomorrow!
Hugs & Kisses,
|posted on 10-Jan-2003 11:29:34 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Thank you everyone for the concern and the well wishes. It's very appreciated. Thank you all for the bumps as well. You all make this worth while that's for sure. So here's the next part as promised. Hope you like it!|
Max was beside himself. He had just stood there as Liz ran into the castle. He knew she was upset and he knew she had misunderstood his relationship with Tessa. How could she not? He had allowed Tessa to insinuate there was more between them than friendship. And if to make matters worse, she had kissed him. On the lips even!! Of course Liz would believe there was more to it than simply friendship!!
Well enough was enough. Elizabeth Parker, Tessa Harding, Ambassador Stephens, and every one else at the opera tonight would soon know the truth. With determined steps, Max made his way to his room bellowing for his butler. Yes, very shortly everyone would know the truth behind he and Miss Parker's relationship.
Liz was still crying when she heard a knock on her door. Figuring it was Max, she decided to ignore it. She just couldn't deal with him right now. It wasn't until she heard the persitent knocking did she start for the door. "Miss Parker, please?! I am not to leave this door until you speak with me!"
Finally Liz opened the door to find Marlon, Max' butler. "Yes?" she asked timidly. "His Highness has requested for you to escort him to the opera this evening. Here is your dress. Several servants will be in shortly to help get you ready." With the Marlon handed the dress over to a stunned Liz who had yet to shut her mouth. "You are to be ready in one hour. His Highness will be waiting in the drawing room when you are ready to leave. Good evening." With a quick bow, Marlon departed but before Liz could step back and shut the door, several female servants had filed in to her room, rushing her about and shutting the door behind them.
Almost an hour later, Liz was making her way down the stairs to the drawing room. After the servants entered, she was undressed, dressed, plucked, tweezed, styled, perfumed, and made up. She barely could catch her breath before she was turned around and practically assaulted by another servant trying to get her "ready" for his Highness.
The finished product of course was stunning and Liz didn't even recognize the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head with small tendrils falling down in soft curls. She looked as if she had no make-up on but she knew better. It was done absolutely perfect.
Her dress was beyond words. It was a gold satin dress that brought out her natural skin tone. The frontwas simply cut with small spaghetti straps. However, the back was the feature of the dress. The back was cut to just below her spine with strings criss-crossing their way up her back. Small buttons adorned their way down from her bottom to the floor stopping once they reached the tulip bell train. In this dress she was the epitome of a Princess.
Now as she stood at the entrance to the drawing room smoothing out non-existent wrinkles, she wondered what this evening would bring. She had been shocked to say the least at the invitation. She was sure Tessa had not meant for Max to bring her. Now she only hoped the evening turned out better than she had anticipated after their horse ride.
Sucking in a deep breath Liz entered the room to find Max waiting patiently on the settee. As their eyes met, his breath caught. Making his way to her, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman before him. "You look absolutely gorgeous," he said in awe. "I knew that dress would be perfect for you." With a shy smile, Liz blushed and looked down. "Thank you, Max" she said softly.
Without further delay, Max picked up a gold satin shawl and placed it around Liz' shoulders. Taking her hand, he placed it on his arm and led her out to the awaiting limo. Hating to ruin the moment but needing to know, Liz asked, "Ms. Harding won't mind my coming will she? I mean, I don't believe she intended for me to come this evening." Max just smiled. "Well, she really doesn't have a say. After all I am the Prince of Antar and I bring whom I choose. And I choose you, Liz," he finished softly. With that he picked up her small hand and put a chaste kiss on her knuckles.
"Tessa Harding has been merely a friend of mine for the last several years. After her husband died a few years ago, she seemed to attach herself to me. I was flattered of course but in all honesty did not return her affections. I have tried to spare her feelings as much as possible because of our friendship. However, I will not spare hers and hurt yours. You matter more to me than anyone. I love you, Liz, not Tessa Harding. It's time she realizes it."
"How did the two of you meet?" Liz asked. "Her husband, Kyle, and I met in college and were hunting buddies. He married Tessa shortly after we graduated. About threee years ago he was diagnosed with a terminal form of cancer. He died six months later. He was a very dear friend of mine so I made a point to look after Tessa for him. She, however, took my attentions to mean more than one of friendship and loyalty to my friend and until now I didn't have the heart to tell her differently."
With an embarrassed look, Liz looked down at the entwined hands. "So you've never been romantically involved with Tessa?" Max just squeezed her hand and once again placed a light kiss on it. "Never." Liz couldn't help but feel guilty for her previous actions. "I'm sorry, Max, for earlier," Liz said as tears filled her eyes. A small smile appeared on Max' face. "You have nothing to feel sorry about. I realize we don't know much about each other yet so how were you to know otherwise. Especially with the way Tessa was acting. I'm just sorry that I didn't say something before now. I would never have hurt you intentionally. I do love you, Liz." One look in his eyes was all it took for Liz to know he meant it. "And I love you, Max. Very much." Max couldn't stop himself. He had to kiss her. Leaning over, he placed a light kiss on her lips. Just as he was about to deepen it, the limo stopped. "We must have arrived," Max said a little breathlessly.
Soon the door opened and Max stepped out offering Liz a hand. Liz noticed they were already at the Opera House. "Max, I thought we were to pick up Ms. Harding?" "I sent a driver to pick her up instead. She should already be in her seat." With a small smile, Liz nodded. "Shall we?" Max asked. Again Liz only smiled and nodded.
As they entered the building and made their way to their seats, people bowed to Max. Liz was rather intimidated by all the attention and shyly lowered her head. Max leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Baby, you look down to no one. Hold your head up high as the Princess you are. I want everyone here to see what a beautiful woman I have on my arm." Liz blushed furiously but did as he asked. Max always had a way of making her feel beautiful not only by his words but by his actions. The least she could was make him proud of her.
It didn't take long before they reached their balcony. Tessa Harding was already there as well as the Ambassador. To say Tessa was surprised at the sight of Liz was an understatement. As Max and Liz stepped into the box, both Tessa and the Ambassador stood.
"Ambassador Stephens, so good to see you," Max greeted shaking the older man's hand. "Your Highness, always a pleasure." Ambassador Stephens then looked towards Liz and smiled. "Who is this beautiful young lady?" With a huge smile, Max made the introductions. "Alan, I would like to introduce you to the most important person in my life. Miss Elizabeth Parker."
Ambassador Stephens raised an eyebrow at the introduction as Tess scowled. "Well, then, Elizabeth, it truly is an honor to make your aquaintance." Then he bent over and kissed Liz' free hand. "Mr. Ambassador," Liz smoothly addressed, "it is an honor as well." Liz smiled then nodded her head in respect.
Max smiled at Liz with such pride in his eyes then turned his attention to Tessa. "Tessa, good to see you again. You look lovely as usual." Without releasing Liz' hand, Max leaned over and kissed Tessa on the cheek. "It's good to see you as well, Maxwell." Tessa smiled and batted her eyelashes flirtingly. Then with a look of envy, she greeted LIz cooly. "Miss Parker."
Liz couldn't keep the smile off her face at Tessa's cool greeting. She now knew there was nothing between Max and Tessa and after the introduction Max had given her, Tessa knew it too. "Always a pleasure, Ms. Harding."
As the lights flickered, Max squeezed Liz' hand. "That's our que." He then led her to the two seats near the edge. Liz noticed that she and Maxwell were int he front two seats while Tessa and Ambassador Stephens sat behind them. Just as the lights started to dim, Max leaned over and kissed Liz on the lips one more time. As he straightened, he put his arm around her shoulders and whispered loud enough for Tessa to hear. "I love you, Liz." Liz just smiled adoringly up at him and placed one more kiss to his lips before turning her attentions to the stage.
***Well, do you all like?***
|posted on 13-Jan-2003 12:23:09 AM by DAYDREAMER|
|Okay, peeps, here's the next part. I tried to make it long so it would hopefully tide you over until after my surgery tomorrow. It's outpatient so maybe I'll feel like updating soon! See you guys later. Let me know if you like it! Ta Ta and good night!|
As the curtain closed to the final scene, silent tears made their way down Liz’ cheeks. Never had she ever witnessed a more beautiful love story than this one. La Traviata, such a beautiful story of love, misunderstanding, and tragedy.
In Act One, she could really relate to Violetta, the main character. She didn’t believe in love and Liz feared she would never as well. But as Alfredo entered the stage professing his undying love to Violetta, Liz couldn’t help but put her and Max in their positions.
Of course, in Act Two, Violetta leaves Alfredo to prevent further scandal and disgrace to his family. As the following acts unfold, Alfredo follows Violetta believing that she is in love with another man. He acts foolishly and in her attempt to protect her love, she lies by saying she is indeed in love with another. He, of course, denounces his love for her and hurls all his winnings from his foolish gambling at her feet. Because of his behavior, he is challenged to a duo by the man Violetta has claimed she loved.
In the last act, Violetta is dying from TB. Soon Alfredo returns to her knowing the truth and begs for her forgiveness. They make plans to leave Paris but before they can leave, Violetta falls dead at her lover’s feet.
Max looked over at Liz. “Are you okay?” he whispered as he gently brushed the tears off her cheeks. “Yes. That was absolutely beautiful but yet tragic, Max. They wasted so much time that they could have been together all because of pride and a misunderstanding.” “Yes. Sometimes, fate is cruel that way.” Bringing her hand up for a kiss, Max continued, “I’m just thankful fate is being kinder to us. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Liz. You have become everything to me in such a short amount of time.” More tears flowed down Liz’ cheeks with his words. He really was a wonderful man. How had she gotten so lucky?
Max reached in to his pocket, pulling out a small handkerchief. Dabbing her eyes, he told her, “No more tears, now. Okay?” She smiled and nodded. “Okay.” With one more kiss to her knuckles, he told her. “I have to speak to Alan for a moment. Do you mind waiting here until I’m through? I won’t be long I promise.” Liz smiled an uneasy smile. She really didn’t want to be alone without Max here. She could see Tessa standing at the other end of the box now talking to Ambassador Stephens and she was throwing not so casual glances in their directions.
Sensing her uneasiness, Max looked back at Tessa once before continuing. “I’ll come and get you as soon as I’m through. I don’t think Tessa will be stupid enough to say anything foolish, but if she does, you just remember, I love you not her. Don’t let anything she says get to you. Okay?” Liz nodded. “I’ll be fine, Max. Go handle your business,” she teased and flashed him one of her brightest smiles. “That’s my girl. I’ll be right back to get you. Don’t go anywhere.” With that he smiled, leaned over, kissed her forehead, and got up pulling her up with him.
With Liz’ hand in his, he made his way over to Ambassador Stephens and Tessa. “Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have some business you would like to discuss, Alan.” Ambassador Stephens smiled. “Yes, I do, your Highness.” He gestured to the opening summoning Max for privacy. Max nodded his head in agreement and turned to Liz taking both hands in his. “I’ll just be a moment then we’ll leave and go home.” Liz smiled and nodded. Max couldn’t help but give Liz a kiss before leaving her. Keeping it short and sweet, he tried to put as much love and encouragement as he could in it. He knew what Tessa was like and hated to leave Liz in her company for any longer than needed. However, he had business to attend to that just couldn’t be postponed. After all, he had blown off everything he had planned today as it was.
Once Max and Ambassador Stephens left the box, Liz turned her attention to Tessa. The woman was very beautiful with her blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was not much taller than Liz if any but she was well endowed in areas Liz wasn’t. However, Liz tried not to be intimidated. In all honesty, she felt kind of sorry for Tessa. She was a lonely widow who had her sights set on a man that had no interest other than friendship in her.
While Liz was assessing Tessa, Tessa was doing the same for Liz. Elizabeth was beautiful in her own way she supposed but not so in a way that just screams for attention. She had elegance about her that most women did not. Her hair was shiny and straight something Tessa always wanted but never had. What do they say about women with straight hair wanting curly while women with curly hair wanting straight? Well, Tessa always wanted straight hair. Tessa noted that Elizabeth’s hair was the same color as that of her eyes giving her a rather enchanted look. Her skin tone was gorgeous and the dress she wore did nothing to hide that fact or the fact that she had a beautiful body. Yes, all in all, she could see why Maxwell had fallen for Elizabeth even though it killed her to admit it.
Tessa realized that it was a defeated cause to treat Elizabeth horribly. After all, she would just lose Maxwell’s friendship if she did. And if nothing else, she cherished her friendship with Maxwell. He had been such a supporting rock of comfort when Kyle passed away and she had grown to depend of Maxwell for companionship. She knew Maxwell only looked at her as a friend and he allowed her to be possessive of him at times when other women were around. However, she knew it was just out of respect for their friendship and that of his friendship with Kyle that he didn’t set her straight. Now of course, Elizabeth was in the picture and there was not doubt especially after tonight that Maxwell loved her. It was evident by his whole demeanor that Elizabeth was the “one” for Maxwell. Now she just had to convince herself to put her own feelings aside and be happy for him.
Deciding that now was the best time to start; she decided to make friends with Elizabeth. After all, it was fairly obvious that if Maxwell had anything to do with it, Elizabeth would be around for a long time. “Did you like the opera, Elizabeth?” The question rather startled Liz. She was so busy studying Tessa that she didn’t realize she had even spoken until Tessa was almost finished with her question. “Oh. Yes. It was beautiful but rather tragic at the end.” Tessa smiled and looked down as if reminiscing. “Yes,” she said softly after a minute, “I can definitely relate with Alfredo at the end.”
Liz’ heart went out to Tessa at her statement. They might have started out on bad terms, but that didn’t mean Tessa was a bad person. She was just lonely. Liz knew how that felt. She had been lonely too until she met Max. She couldn’t understand how she would feel if she had been married to the love of her life only to have him taken away. “I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Harding. Max told me about your husband and I just wanted to say how sorry I am.” Tessa was rather shocked to hear that Elizabeth knew about Kyle as well as her words. She noticed there was no bitterness or fake sincerity in her words. As she looked in Elizabeth’s eyes, she noticed nothing there but genuine regret for her loss.
“Thank you,” Tessa said softly. “It’s been 2 ½ years since Kyle passed away but at times it just seems as if it was yesterday.” She offered Elizabeth a weak smile. “Look Elizabeth, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I know I didn’t come across exactly friendly to you earlier today and I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I tend to be rather possessive of Maxwell where other women are concerned. He’s just special to me. I tend to want him all to myself that’s all.” Tessa looked down for a minute trying to collect her thoughts. “I didn’t realize there was anything between the two of you but regardless, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I would really like for us to start over and possibly even become friends.” She raised her eyebrow in question as she looked back at Elizabeth. “I would like that too, Ms. Harding.” Liz smiled. She was rather shocked at Tessa’s confession but she was willing to try so long as Tessa was.
“Well, in that case, you must stop calling me ‘Ms. Harding’ and start calling me Tessa. All my friends call me Tessa.” She smiled a smile Liz had not yet seen before, one of sincerity. Liz couldn’t help but smile and chuckle a little at Tessa. “Well, since we are friends, you must stop calling me ‘Elizabeth’ and call me Liz. Only my mother calls me Elizabeth and that’s only when I’m in trouble.” Both women laughed breaking whatever tension had been between them. “Deal.” Tessa said while holding her hand out. Liz graciously shook it.
Max chose that moment to walk in to the box. Raising his eyebrow in question at seeing Tessa and Liz shaking hands and laughing, he couldn’t help but smile in return as Liz gave him a brilliant smile. He was so proud of her. He could tell she had already won over Tessa but just being herself and he loved it! She was already showing herself to be a true Princess. It would be just a matter of time before she officially carried that title if he had his way.
Standing in front of both Tessa and Liz, he stated, “Well, are you ready to go home, Liz?” She smiled. “Yes, it’s been a long day and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m tired.” Maxwell smiled secretly. He knew exactly why she was so tired and planned to have many more days and nights like that too. He wondered if she would be upset if he wore her out a little bit more before the night was over.
As if reading his thoughts, Liz blushed. No more had the words left her mouth did she notice Max’ eyes darken. She knew exactly where his thoughts had wandered and couldn’t stop the blush from flushing up her neck to her cheeks.
Tessa took in the silent exchange and had noticed the way Max’ eyes darkened at Liz’ innocent comment. She couldn’t miss Liz’ blush either. Feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment between the two, she decided to excuse herself for the evening. She cleared her throat to get their attention. Maxwell looking away first turned his attention to Tessa. “Maxwell, it was a pleasure seeing you again.” Tessa said while hugging him. “Always a pleasure, Tessa.” Max said as he returned her hug. Turning to Liz, Tessa smiled. “Liz, I would like it very much if you and I could get together one day for lunch. That is if you’re not too busy.” Liz smiled. “I would like that, Tessa, very much. I would love for you to meet my friend, Maria, as well.” “That would be lovely. I’ll call you and set up a time.” “That would be great.” With that both women embraced in a short hug. Tessa smiled once more at both Maxwell and Liz. “Well, good evening,” and with a short wave, Tessa left the box.
Max reached over pulling Liz into his arms. “I take it everything went well after I left?” “Mmmmm.” Liz hummed as she reached up to kiss Max’ lips. The touch of her lips to his was all Max needed to take the hint and ran his tongue across her bottom lip begging for entrance. Liz granted his request willingly. Their tongues dueled slowly both savoring the feel of the other’s tongues. Tightening his arms around Liz, Max lost himself in their kisses. It wasn’t until several people walked past the box talking did Max remember where they were at. Without releasing his hold, Max leaned his head down to Liz’ ear and whispered huskily. “Let’s get out of here before I take you right here in this box.”
Liz giggled as Max released his hold on her. “Talk about scandal!” she laughed as she brought her hand up to her mouth. Max laughed at Liz’ joke. “Yeah, my naked ass would be posted on every paper in Europe. Don’t you know my sister would love waking up to that on her morning paper’s front page?!” Just the thought of his sister’s face sent Max laughing hysterically. Liz had never heard Max laugh before and couldn’t stop the shivers that ran down her spine at the sound. Watching him so care free, Liz couldn’t stop the giggles from bubbling forth from her own throat. After several minutes of laughing, Max at the thought of his sister’s face seeing his bare ass in the paper, and Liz merely because Max was, they finally had enough control to leave the box.
Max grabbed Liz’ hand leading her back to the limo. Once inside, Liz turned to Max. “Max, I didn’t realize you had a sister. I just thought it was you and Michael.” Max shook his head. “No, I have a sister a little younger than Michael actually. She lives in Greece. She’s married to a good friend of mine named Alex.” Liz raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow. Greece, huh? She must love it there.” Max nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, she does. She and Alex are very happy. Alex owns a lot of land there. Have you ever been to Greece?” Liz rolled her eyes and snorted sarcastically at Max’ question. “Sure, Max. After all, I have all this time and money to go gallivanting around the world.” It was Max’ turn to roll his eyes. “Well, then maybe you and I should go. It’s really beautiful and I would love to introduce you to Alex and Isabel. We could even have Michael and Maria join us if you’d like.” Liz just stared at Max as if he had grown another head. “You’re kidding, right?” Max wrinkled his brow in confusion. “Uh, no. Why would I kid about that?” Liz just continued to look at him in disbelief. “It’s Greece, Max. Not just the next city over but Greece!” “Yes, I was aware of that when I asked you. What’s the big deal? It’s not that far. I can call Isabel and inform her we’re coming and then I can have my house opened up and ready for us by next week. What do you say? Want to go to the Mediterranean for a few days, Liz?” Liz just sat their dumbstruck. He was serious. Never in her wildest dreams did Liz think Max would take her to someplace like that. “S-S-Sure,” she stuttered. “Great. I’ll make the arrangements tomorrow.”
The limo came to a stop and Max grabbed Liz’ hand as the door opened and he exited the car. Walking in to the dimly lit house, Liz could tell everyone was already in bed. It was well after 1:00 in the morning. “Well, it seems that everyone has gone to bed already,” Liz whispered as they made their way up the stairs. “Mmm Hhmm.” Max agreed still pulling Liz along.
As they turned to head down the hall to his room, Liz stopped. Max turned questioning eyes to her. “Max, my room’s down that way,” Liz said pointing to the other end of the hall. “And mine is this way,” Max said pointing in the direction they were going. Liz laughed. “Yes, I know that, but don’t you think it would be better if I went to my own room tonight? How would people react if they found me in your room?”
Max just looked at Liz with raised eyebrows. “First of all, you can’t possibly believe you’ll be staying in your room while you’re here after all we did this morning? Second of all, no one would dare question me as to why you’re in my room and not in the one Michael had prepared for you,” Max said in a rather daring tone. “I realize they wouldn’t question you, Max. I’m just afraid they might look at me differently. I mean, I just got here yesterday. I don’t want to put you in a compromising position with your people.”
Max just shook his head and smiled. “Liz, I’m not letting you sleep in your room. I had a glimpse of what it feels like waking up with you in my arms and making love to you while you’re there. I don’t give a damn what anyone in this house thinks about your sleeping arrangements. I want you with me. Period.”
Liz pulled back at the finality in his tone. “Excuse me, but I do believe I have a choice in this decision. As much as I love to be in your arms, in your bed, making love to you and waking up with you, I believe it would be better for me to stay in my room.” Max just smiled. “Fine. I have no objections with staying in your room.” With that, he took her hand and started down the opposite way towards her room.
Once again, Liz stopped. Max sighed aloud in frustration. “Liz, I thought you were tired?” “I am, Max, but I think we both know what I meant when I said I would sleep in my own room.” Max groaned. “Liz, please. No one will look at you differently if we stay in the same room. Are you ashamed to be seen with me, is that it? Because you were fine with being seen with me at the Opera House tonight.”
Liz stood there with her mouth open. “You have got to be kidding me? You can’t honestly believe that!” Max just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. “AAAHHHH!” Liz screamed in frustration as she made to walk past Max. Before she got past him, however, Max had grabbed her arm. “Liz, wait. Of course I don’t believe that. Baby, please.” Max pulled Liz flush against his body, his breath tickling her ear and neck. As Liz stood facing the hallway to her room, Max wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just want to be with you. I want to make love to you. I want to fall asleep with you lying in my arms. I want to wake up and the first thing I see is your beautiful face. Is that too much to ask?”
Liz sat there listening to his words. The first breath on her ear was all it took for her to cave. She didn’t really want to sleep in her own room. She just didn’t know how the people around here would perceive her if they knew she was already sleeping with Max. How Michael would react or even Maria. Well, she knew how Maria would act she thought wryly. She just hoped to be around here for a long time. She loved Max and with him professing his love for her, she had hoped that he would ask her stay instead of going back home. In doing so, she wanted the respect of everyone around here.
But as Max whispered his desire to make love to her, sleep with her, wake up with her, she melted. Of course, she would give in. Who wouldn’t? Sensing her resolve weakening, Max turned her to face him. “Liz? Will you please stay with me tonight?” Not giving her a chance to answer, Max bent his head and kissed her. This kiss was seductive, enticing, promising things that were yet to come if only she answered yes. He would definitely make sure she didn’t regret it. His body had already come alive with the idea of making love to her. As the kiss deepened, Max pulled Liz closer to his body willing her to feel exactly what she would be missing out on. He pulled her hips closer to his, grinding his arousal into her belly.
Breaking the kiss, he whispered huskily, “Liz?” His only response was a slight whimper as Liz stood there holding on to his shoulders for dear life, fearing she would fall without the support. Her eyes were closed tight and her bottom lip was sucked in to her mouth. She looked as if she was experiencing the most excruciating pain as well as the most exquisite pleasure both at the same time. Max smiled knowing his seduction had worked. “Can I take that as a yes?” Liz nodded fiercely not once opening her eyes. “Mmm Hmmm,” she moaned.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Max said some what breathlessly. Picking her up in his arms, he hurriedly made his way to his room. Tonight, he planned to make the rest of her insecurities disappear.
|posted on 22-Jan-2003 11:23:25 PM by DAYDREAMER|
|Okay, here's the next part! Sorry it took me so long to post and thank you for all the 'get well' wishes! My surgery went great! I feel great and I started back to work Tuesday. I understand that it's been 14 posts for just one day in the story but time will move a little quicker now. Thanks for all the feedbacks and the wonderful votes! I feel so loved!!|
Once in his room, Max placed Liz on her feet next to his bed. Liz looked up expectantly. Okay, now he had here just what did he plan on doing with her? If the smoldering look in his eyes was any indication, it was quite obvious what his intentions were.
With a quick glance in to Liz’ expectant eyes, Max leaned down and placed a tender kiss upon her lips. “I love you,” he whispered. With one last gentle kiss, Max turned Liz around. She held her breath as Max seductively ran his hands down from her shoulders to her waist.
Slowly he pulled apart the strings holding her dress together. As the dress fell to the floor, Max hooked his thumbs into her small white lace panties bringing them down her slender tan legs. “God, you’re exquisite.” The longing in his voice was almost her undoing. Liz forced herself to stand still; his desire to be in control obvious.
Max took off his jacket and threw it on the floor where Liz’ dress now lay. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt all the while appraising the beautiful woman in front of him. It was killing him to go slow. He wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and bury his self so hard and deep in her that he wouldn’t know where he began and she ended. However, all other times they joined, with the exception of the tub, had pretty much been rushed. He wanted to take his time with her tonight and love her properly. This morning, their love making was fueled by pure lust. Now it was fueled with unadulterated love.
Once his shirt had been discarded, he took off his pants and boxers. Soon he was left standing in nothing but his socks and shoes. First, the right shoe was pulled off by his left toe then the steps repeated on the left foot using the right toe. Next, he took his socks off following the same pattern. Now as he stood there in all his glory, he noticed Liz was still wearing the gold high heel shoes she had worn with her dress.
Liz was breathing hard by the time Max had finished undressing. She felt as if her senses were heightened. She could have sworn that she heard each button as they left their button-hole on his shirt. It didn’t help when she heard a zipper lower and realized Max was discarding his pants. Looking slightly over her shoulder, she could see the pool of clothes at their feet; his boxers quickly joining the pile.
She turned her head trying to gain some sort of control on her emotions. She couldn’t help but be excited and nearly shook with anticipation. She was inexperienced. Today being the first time she had ever made love. Her head was swimming with fantasies of what tonight might bring. His command jolted her from her thoughts.
“Baby, turn around.” Liz complied, eager to get another glimpse of the beautiful man in love with her. Eyes met as she turned to face him. Hers full of curiosity, his full of desire. “Sit,” he ordered quietly. Once again, Liz complied. Max knelt before her. He took her left leg in his hand and ran his hand from her knee to her foot. Delicately he pulled off her shoe as if the mere touch of his hand might break her. Laying it aside, he reached for the right leg. He repeated his caress from her knee to her foot removing the shoe once he had reached his destination. From his kneeling position, he hungrily devoured her body with his eyes. Only hours before he had been touching her, making love to her, but to him it felt like years. He didn’t know how he was going to survive working again after only one day in her presence. He nearly groaned aloud at the thought. Putting those thoughts to the side, he stood back up determined to make tonight a night she would never forget.
Taking her hands in his, Max pulled Liz back to her feet. “Turn around.” Liz gave him a puzzled look. For the first time since arriving in his room she spoke. “Turn around?” Max gave her a sexy half-smile. “Do you trust me, my love?” “Of course, Max,” she answered quietly. “Then trust me now by turning around. You won’t be disappointed, I promise.” Still unsure, she nodded slowly, her inexperience showing, as she turned around to face the bed once again.
Max gently picked her up by her waist depositing her on the bed so she was on her knees. He slowly guided her down so she was now resting her upper body on her hands. Gently he spread her legs. From this position, he could easily stand but still have access to the wonderful treasure nestled between her legs.
Max ran a finger through her folds, testing for her readiness and was pleased to find her slick with desire. Her musky scent wafted towards his nose and he groaned with hunger. Even though he was nearly bursting from anticipation, he couldn’t resist the temptation of one taste.
Dropping to his knees, he nuzzled her downy curls. God, she smelled wonderful. Her scent was so unique: spicy but unusually sweet, such a heady combination. With his thumb and forefinger, he spread her folds exposing her rosy core. Her bud of nerves was standing proud as her desire coursed through her blood.
At the first swipe of his tongue, Liz couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure that bubbled from her throat. She gripped the sheets in her fists as Max sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Gently he suckled her and it wasn’t long before she felt herself falling over that glorious edge. Her body shook with her orgasm and she moaned his name, only then did he release his hold on her and stand.
Before she even came down from her high, Max was entering her with one long deep thrust. Slowly he moved in and out of her keeping his movements long and deep. Liz had never experienced anything this powerful. Even their earlier lovemaking didn’t compare to the feelings she was now experiencing. “God, Max. Please don’t stop.” With her plea, Max increased his rhythm causing him to go deeper, so deep he felt he was bottoming out within her.
Liz was driving Max wild with her moans. She moaned in time with each of his thrusts as if he was forcing the sound from her mouth. Each time he sensed she was close to an orgasm, he would slow his pace down bringing her back under control, only then building her back up but never quite letting her fall over the edge. Soon Liz was begging Max. “Please…uh….Max….uh…..uh…..uh….” Max knew what she was asking but wanted Liz to tell him. He wanted her comfortable enough with their lovemaking that she could tell him what she wanted. To him, that was such a turn on.
Liz couldn’t say it. She needed him to allow her to get release but she was too bashful. What was she suppose to say? Fuck me harder and let me cum? Just the thought made her blush. “Uh….I can’t….uh….”
“Yes, you can” Max told her as he continued to pound in to her, controlling his tempo enough to prevent her from cumming. Liz continued to moan but never answered his question. “Tell…(thrust)… me…” Max commanded forcefully, his breathing becoming erratic. He was wanting release as well but refused to give either of them solace until she voiced her needs.
Body tight with tension, Liz couldn’t stop the tears that started flowing down her cheeks. He wasn’t hurting her physically but as he refused to allow her release, her frustration grew. With a deep sob, she screamed, “Please….Max…..I need…..to…..cum.” That’s all it took for Max. He started thrusting as hard as he could and before long, both were screaming out as they found climaxed.
Both collapsed on the bed: Liz on her stomach, Max lying on her back. Once he was able to move, he rolled to her side. “God, Liz. Are you okay?” The guilt of what he had put her through crashing down on him. Liz couldn’t talk. Her body was still trying to recover from their lovemaking. She hated to hear the guilt in his voice and knew she needed to reassure him but for the life of her she couldn’t form a single word. It didn’t help that her tears were still streaming down her face. She knew that if he saw her tears, he would assume the worse so she kept her head turned away from him until she could get herself under control.
With her silence, Max did fear the worst. Had he gone too far? Did he hurt her? Once again, Max felt his insecurities regarding Liz resurfacing. Mustering all his strength left, he raised himself up and pulled her over onto her back. Max felt his heart crumble when he saw her tears. “Baby?!,” he nearly shouted, his voice laced with concern. “God, what have I done? I’m so sorry!!” Max gathered Liz into his arms and held her tight as she continued to cry.
Neither one knew how long they sat there like that, but finally Liz spoke quietly. “I’m fine, Max. A little overwhelmed, but fine.” He just rocked her back and forth stroking her hair. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you, Liz. You have to believe me.” Liz’ heart broke when she heard his guilt and remorse. “You didn’t hurt me,” she said as she pulled out of his embrace. Looking him in the eyes she tried to convey her sincerity. “Max, it was incredible. I enjoyed it, I really did. I can’t really explain why I’m crying and I can’t really stop, but it’s not because of you.”
Max cupped her face. “I love you. I would never hurt you intentionally.” Liz smiled. “I know and you didn’t. I promise.” Max didn’t smile, but instead leaned down and gently kissed her lips. “Are you sure you’re okay? I promise I’ll never do that again.” Liz jerked back from his embrace. “You better!! Just because my silly emotions are getting the best of me doesn’t mean I didn’t like it or that I never want to do that again.” Rolling her eyes she continued, “Please…you will definitely do that again if I have my way.”
Max smiled. “Okay, so only if you want me too I will.” Liz laughed. “I do, I do.” Max chuckled. “You’re wonderful you know that?” Not waiting for an answer, he kissed her lips softly. “Let’s go to bed. It’s late and you’re tired. Unfortunately, I have to work tomorrow so I need to sleep some as well.” Max pulled the covers down and once Liz was settled spooned up against her. Placing one more kiss on her head, Max turned out the lights. “Goodnight, Max.” “Goodnight, baby.”
The next morning came too early for Max. He was still worn out from yesterday’s ‘activities’. He looked down at the angel in his arms. She truly was heaven sent. God only knows how miserable he would still be had she not come in to his life. He was a little frightened with how fast he had fallen for her but he couldn’t stop himself from being with her even if his life depended on it.
Removing her arm from across his chest and slowly moving his legs out from under hers, he quietly got up from the bed. Liz shifted and moaned out his name and Max couldn’t help by smile upon hearing it. Making sure she was still asleep, he made his way to the bathroom to shower and dress for his day.
Several hours later, Maria walked up and knocked on Max’ office door. “Come in”, Max said without looking up. “Excuse me, your Highness, I’m sorry from interrupting.” Max looked up at the sound of Maria’s voice. “Maria, right?” he asked and smiled. She nodded and returned his smile. “What can I do for you?” “I was hoping you might know where Liz is. The last time I saw her she was with you, of course, that was yesterday morning.” Max nodded. “I would assume she’s still in bed. We didn’t get home till late and she was rather tired when she went to bed.”
Maria looked down uncomfortably. “Well, I went by her room this morning, but she wasn’t there. The maids had already been in to make her bed so she apparently got up fairly early.” Max chuckled. “Maria, I’m sure she wasn’t there.” Maria just looked up in question. Max smiled and softly said, “Last night, Liz slept in my bed.”
Maria had the grace to look shocked and her mouth dropped open. “What?” she practically screamed. Max sat back and crossed his arms defensively. His eyebrow rose as if daring her to continue on in this manner. Maria not taking his stance as a warning, continued. “What do you mean ‘she slept in your bed’?” Trying to control his temper, which was quickly beginning to escalate, Max addressed Maria coolly. “I don’t believe that’s any of your business, Maria. I would suggest you watch your tone when talking to me as well.”
Maria blanched. “I’m sorry, your Highness. I meant no disrespect. I am just surprised is all. I’ve known Liz for most of our lives and this is so out of character for her. Please excuse me for being a little shocked at your revelation.” Max’ face and posture softened. He knew this must have been a shock for Maria. Liz wasn’t like that. He knew it. Her being a virgin at her age was proof of that fact. “Of course, Maria. I’m sorry as well. I know what a shock this must’ve been and I’m positive Liz would have wanted to be the one to tell you.”
Max gestured for Maria to take a seat. Hesitantly Maria sat down and looked at Max expectantly. Max rubbed his hand down his face. What was he suppose to say? He never expected to have to explain himself. especially to Maria, but he felt he needed to tell her something so she wouldn’t bombard Liz with a ton of questions. He didn’t want Liz regretting her decision to be with him. Taking a deep breath, he started. “I love her, Maria.” Raising his eyes to hers, he noticed her grinning. Then her expression turned serious as she realized how quickly things were moving between Max and Liz.
Liz had been her friend for 22 years. She knew Liz was lonely and didn’t want her to fall in love with the handsome and mysterious prince only to be hurt in the long run. Her protectiveness for Liz caused her to turn to Max in concern. “This is kind of fast, your Highness.” When Max opened his mouth to say something, Maria held her hand up. “Please, let me finish. I’m not saying that what you feel is not real or vice versa if Liz feels the same way. I’m just concerned for Liz’ sake.” Max interrupted, “I would never hurt her, Maria.” Maria smiled. “I’m sure you wouldn’t…intentionally. Liz has just had a rough life. She’s one in a million and she deserves to be happy. Please, if you love her, please do not hurt her. I’m not sure she could take it.”
As Max listened to Maria he found himself respecting her. She was just as protective over Liz as he was becoming. He smiled but then frowned as Maria’s words sunk in. “What do you mean ‘she’s had a rough life’?” Maria shook her head. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my place to say. When Liz is ready, I’m sure she’ll tell you. I just wanted you to know that there are things in her past that have hurt her. It’s taken her a long time to get over it and I just don’t want to see her in pain again.”
Max nodded. “I understand. I appreciate your honesty and concern. I give you my word that as long as I have a breath in me, Liz will never be hurt by me. I love her, Maria. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt this way about any woman before.” Maria smiled. “Then I wish you both all the happiness in the world. You couldn’t have fallen in love with a more wonderful person.” “I agree. Thank you”, Max said softly. Maria got up from her chair grinning. “So, care to direct me in the right direction? Michael’s working today too and I would really like to go shopping.” Max laughed. “Of course. Follow me.” As Max led Maria to his suite, he could see that he and Maria were going to become really good friends.
***Please let me know what you think. I'm going to go in to detail about Michael & Maria's day so don't worry. Grant it, it won't be as much as Max' & Liz' but that's to be expected since I am a die-hard dreamer!!! Thanks again for all the wonderful comments. Love ya, mean it!***