posted on 1-Dec-2001 7:54:39 AM by Midnight Magi
snssa2



Title: Sex Never Seemed So Appealing
Author: Midnight Magi (aka Bex)
Email: [mail]Midnight_Magi⊕yahoo.co.uk[/mail]
Distribution: Ask me first. I want to know where it's going.
Category: M/L I’m a pure Dreamer.
Rating: PG 13 to NC-17 (depends on the chapter)
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Roswell there would be a clause in Jason Behr’s contract saying his got to perform carnal act of sexual pleasure with me.

Summary: This takes place after EOTW something happens to Max that pushes him over the edge, and basically, he kidnaps Liz in the middle of the night. I don’t want to give away to many juicy details, but essentially the story revolves around the fact he takes her to a place that no one can find them and keeps her there.

One BIG twist about this story is the fact S&M and BDMS ensues between M/L, only light stuff, but stuff that’s gonna prove to be an interesting read.(and no before anyone asks, that stuff is ‘not’ written from experience.) Max in his slightly unstable state takes on the Dominatrix role whether Liz likes it or not(bondage along with other stuff ). While all this is going on the rest of the gang work towards finding out where Max has taken her and what the hell has happened to him(don’t worry, you’ll get to know what’s happened to Max in the first part).

Author’s Note:

This fic was going to be called ‘Ding, Dong, the Bitch is Back’ but I changed my mind on the title and have switched the roles I had planned for Max and Liz. Oh, come on? Be truthful! You’d sell your own soul to trade places with her in this situation with Max!

PLEASE be warned that this is a VERY adult fic which will contain S&M, BDMS, consensual/non-consensual sex, role play and some other even more dubious stuff! Don’t worry, remember I’m a good little Dreamer! (Shiv, Don’t you dare read this one! Your not old enough for it and you know it.*happy*)


!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Prologue Re-cap of EOTW

Max sees Kyle in bed with Liz, shattering his dreams of his perfect angel Liz Parker. After wandering aimlessly and bumping into Tess he decides that Liz truly doesn’t want to be with him anymore and gives up hope of them ever being together again.

(Queue Future Max’s disappearance.)

Liz, in all her pain and woe grips to the only solid thing she can to justify all this happening, which is the fact she’s saving the world by doing this, and that Max has got to be with Tess no matter what.

(Queue Audiences puking up.)

So now following this of the fateful night Max is finally able to get to sleep, still not able to banish the sight of Kyle and Liz in bed together, still hoping deep down somewhere that it was all a mistake somehow and that Liz and him will live happily ever after.

But if it isn’t a mistake, he is fully prepared to give up on dreams and let her fall from his grasp evermore, until that is, some visitors arrive planning to do something that will change his life forever… whether he wants it to change or not.


Part 1


“Are you sure about this?” She whispers in the darkroom they had just crept into.

“YES!” He bites out in one hash word quietly hoping not to wake the sleeping person in the room. Barely audible he continues. “We’ve already been through this, there’s no other choice, the symbioant must live no matter what cost, it is the most important symbioant of all, our world will crumble if it perishes and there are no other suitable hosts that we can find on this planet for to live in.”

“But his only a boy, his never received training on how to merge with it.” I say looking down at his sleeping form, totally unaware of what’s about to happen to him.

“He doesn’t need training since his not going to merge with it. The symbioant will just be placed in him for three earth days until a real host from our world arrives for it to be transferred into. He won’t even know it’s in him, nor will anyone else from his world and he won’t suffer any side affects after it’s been removed.” He replies.

“No side affects after it’s gone from him! What about while it’s in him? The reason we couldn’t use a human was because of their dueled minds, subconscious and conscious, plus their wrong biological chemistry. He might have the right chemistry to sustain a symbioant temporally because of the fact his an Antarian-Human hybrid, but he still has the same dueled mind. The symbioant won’t know how to react to a subconscious and we have no idea what the side affects will be of that.” I plead having what the people of this planet call a ‘gut feeling’ that something’s going to go wrong.

“We have no other choice! The only alternative is that we let the symbioant die. Let one of the most important beings to our planet’s survival, die? Is that what you want.” He asks angrily.

“N-no…” I whisper.

“Fine then, let’s get on with it.” He says reaching for the stasis tube out of my arms.

Opening it up a faint green light fills the room, I watch as he softly reaches inside and pulls out the beautiful symbioant. It’s transparent flesh pulsing with the glowing light, starts to glow faster as it is brought closer to its soon-to-be host.

I realise his sleeping form on the bed is about to wake up because of the commotion in the room so I quickly go over to the bed resting my hand on his head allowing energy to seep in sending him into a deep sleep for the time being.

“Lets get this over with now.” I say turning his body over exposing his back.

The symbioant is brought forth and laid to rest along the upper spine of the body, it looks like what humans would call a small jellyfish. A bright green light is steadily admitted from it then as it unites with its new host by borrowing into the flesh and fusing itself there. The skin closes up around the symbioant’s entry point leaving no mark, I watch this being’s muscles ripple as he breaths completely uncomprehending what a valuable treasure he holds within him.

“It will only be in him for the maximum of three days, we will be here the whole time watching him from afar incase anything happens. Once the new host arrives from our world it will be transferred into them and this one will be none the wiser of the whole ordeal.” He says confidently.

I look back down at the teenagers sleeping form doubtfully.

“I mean, what could possibility go wrong?” I hear my companion say smugly at his genus idea, as he goes to leave the room through the window once more.

Another human phrase enters my mind as I watch him depart.

“Famous last words…” I mutter.





[ edited 14time(s), last at 2-Nov-2002 4:42:01 PM ]
posted on 1-Dec-2001 10:49:52 AM by Midnight Magi
Author's Note


quote:
katmcken originally wrote:
I really like the start of this and is that thing they just put in Max something from SG-1?
great start please keep going


Hmm... not really, in SG-1 the symbioant is like a alien parasite that takes control of the host destroying their minds and gives the body nifty powers.

This is a bit more like when Grant got possessed by a symbioant(gandarium) type thing during the DB and HTOHL episodes in Roswell, but this one is not as big and is of a different species.

Unlike in the above eppy’s, in this fic you'll find out the symbioant is in fact a passive creature and is under the control of the host’s mind, not the other way around. That whole ‘under the control of the host’s mind’ is the key part to this story, coz it turns out Max’s subconscious is a hell of a lot stronger and determined than his conscious. (Also the symbioant comes from a nice little planet in space that means no harm, ‘It’s is of no relation to the Antarians’ completely separate planet and civilization in a far off corner in the universe*happy*)

So when the symbioant gets added to him, he starts to act out his deepest desires, desires that revolve completely around Liz. (ie. The soon to be kidnapping… and how Max’s ‘inner self’ decides to deal with Liz’s supposed betrayal of him with Kyle.) You’ll find out that whatever the host’s deepest desires are, become the symbioant’s deepest desires as well, and as long as the symbioant is in the host it will influence the hosts mind to do practically anything necessary to bring about those desires into reality.

Damn, I’ve done it again with complex plot lines haven’t I? Oh well… maybe one day I’ll write a simple fic.


quote:
Dreamer-healer originally wrote:
That's very interesting start, I hope you continue soon...
I would like to read some of your other fics, got any links ??


Vampiric Magick:
viewthread?forum=dreamer-fanfiction&id=23095

Back to the Drawing Board:
viewthread?forum=dreamer-fanfiction&id=14803

Stop Screwing with my Head:
viewthread?forum=dreamer-fanfiction&id=28858





[ edited 1 time(s), last at 1-Dec-2001 10:55:00 AM ]
posted on 2-Dec-2001 11:09:17 AM by Midnight Magi
Previously

“It will only be in him for the maximum of three days, we will be here the whole time watching him from afar incase anything happens. Once the new host arrives from our world it will be transferred into them and this one will be none the wiser of the whole ordeal.” He says confidently.

I look back down at the teenagers sleeping form doubtfully.

“I mean, what could possibility go wrong?” I hear my companion say smugly at his genus idea, as he goes to leave the room through the window once more.

Another human phrase enters my mind as I watch him depart.

“Famous last words…” I whisper.

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Part 2


Burning,

Scorching,

Searing,

Passionate heat is running through my veins, its so hot and blinding that I’ve given up thinking and are just doing instead. I was ok at first when I woke up at about 1am, I just felt the need to get away, to go somewhere. So I started packing my duffle bag without even thinking about it and got into my jeep and drove. It was then I felt something strange, like something or someone was following me, I must of driven around half of Roswell till the feeling left and I felt alone once more.

Once that feeling that had been following me was gone I went somewhere and did something, but I can’t remember where or what I did, only that it has left me very content with the result. My mind has been a haze of thoughts and images since I woke up, it’s almost like I’m still in a dream, but everything seems to be getting clearer now.

I’ve just kept driving since then and pause unexpectedly right now for some reason, only to find myself stopped below the balcony I had been at hours before.

“Liz.” I whisper looking up at the ladder leading to either heaven or hell.

‘She cheated on me, and she didn’t even really do that. I got told by her that she didn’t want to be with me, but I just didn’t accept that did I? And then I had to see her in bed with Kyle, the one she really wants….’

“NO!” I cry out to the darkness, my eye’s blazing with anger as I slam my fist into the wall I now find myself standing by.
Looking back up at the top of the balcony I begin to clime the ladder and pause only for a few seconds in the spot I had been standing when I’d seen THEM lying there.

“She’s mine.” I growl between gritted teeth.

The next thing I know I’m in her room standing by the bed, towering over her petite sleeping form that looks so sweet and innocent. ‘Ha, innocent my ass…’ I think bitterly.

Crouching down besides her leveling our faces next to each other I whisper. “I’ll do things to you that will wipe away your innocence even in sleep my sweet one.”

I watch as her eye’s start to flutter open, waking up from her dreamful slumber, but before she can comprehend what’s going on I raise my hand to her forehead emitting a golden light. Liz’s body goes limp in the bed, satisfied now she won’t wake up for a while I busy myself gathering some of the things she’ll need and putting them into a bag.

Going through her desk I search for a pen and paper. Sitting down and trying to force my mind to concentrate on something other than her soft supple form lying a few feet away, I begin to write a note at her desk. Once it’s finished I fold it neatly and slip it into an envelope placing it at the bottom of her bed.

Spending a moment looking down at her it seems strange that I never did this before. I’ve been thinking about doing it for long enough, but I just never seemed to go through with it, I can’t even remember the reasons why I didn’t go through with it now.

Flinging the bag containing her things on my shoulder I lean down and scoop her warm little body into my arms. The thin layer of her cotton pajamas present no obstacle for me in being able to tell that she is not wearing anything beneath it.

“Liz, one way or another, your going to learn who it is you belong to and when you do, I’ll never let you leave me again.” I mumble into her hair and then glance down to her face as she cuddles into my embrace.

Taking that as my queue I quietly walk out of Liz’s bedroom careful not to wake her parents and leave through their own front door with sleeping beauty in my arms.


!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Shivers run through me.

A cold breeze is blowing against my cheek and I feel someone absently pull something warm higher up body banishing the chill.

Opening my eye’s I’m completely mystified as to where I am. The first thing that registers is that I’m moving in a vehicle. Looking directly forwards I see a long empty road stretch out before me and note it must be pretty early since the sun is only just beginning to show it’s head above the horizon.

A wave of fear sweeps over me at not having any idea how I got here and dread filled to the brim with panic crams itself into my mind.

“So your awake then?” A deep husky voice says.

Quickly looking to my left for the first time out of alarm at hearing someone talking to me I let out the breath I was holding when I see it’s Max, the fear slowly ebbing away, but for some reason an odd gut retching feeling deep down doesn’t leave me.

“M-Max…? W-what’s going on? Where are we going?” I ask hesitantly suddenly becoming aware that I’m only wearing my pajamas under the blanket that’s been thrown over me.

“We’re going for a ride Liz.” He says simply giving me a smirk and then turns back to watch the road.

“W-what? Max what are you talking about? What the hell is going on? Are you drunk again?” I ask getting frustrated at all this.

I sit there staring at him waiting for his answer, it’s only then I fully take in what it is his wearing, along with his trade mark black shirt which is undone a few buttons lower than usual his also wearing black leather pants that cling to his upper thigh muscles deliciously.

“See anything you like?” He asks smugly, my eyes snap up from their wandering gaze on his body to see that his staring at me again. My cheeks flush with a burning heat and I suddenly wish it was even more colder now.

‘Wasn’t it only last night I went to bed after losing both Max and Future Max? Now I’m waking up to finding myself in Max’s jeep? What is going on here?’ I think.

“You haven’t answered my question Max!” I say getting irritated at my reaction to his proximity.

“Which question is that Liz?” He says mockingly.

“MAX! Tell me what the hell is going on, or by God I swear I’m gonna…”

“YOUR GONNA WHAT LIZ? BREAK MY HEART? To late my sweet.” He says hatefully, the venom in his voice makes me shrink back a bit. An incredible anger burns in his eyes and for the first time since finding out it was Max in the jeep with me I feel scared.

After a few moments of silence he continues. “You really don’t get it do you Liz?”

All I can manage to do is shake my head side to side replying ‘no’.

“Jezzz…. I knew you could be a dumb bitch sometimes, but this takes the cake. Thank God that hot bod of yours compensates for it.” He says icily.

‘Oh God no, his a skin! I’ve been kidnapped by a skin!’ I think frantically and decide moving vehicle or no moving vehicle I’ve got to get the hell out of here now.

As if reading my thoughts of escape he instantly slams on the breaks causing my neck to be gripped with pain due to the sudden whiplash.

Before I know what happening I’m face to face with Max. His practically straddling me with one knee rested on the far side of the seat near the door and the other still lingering on his own seat. Having him this close to me so quickly is overwhelming, his own intoxicating sent that screams Max is irresistible and I can’t help but to try and breath as much of it in as I can. ‘This is no skin, it’s the original Max for sure, no copy could be this real.’ I think

Staring right at me our faces only a few inches apart he runs his hand down my arm causing me to shiver out of something other than cold, and then leaning down to my ear he whispers in his husky sweet voice. “No matter what you say, No matter what you do, I am NEVER going to let you go. You are my possession Liz as from now on, whether you like it or not… I’m also going to teach you a few lessons in loyalty my sweet, I won’t have you ever fucking behind my back again.”

“Y-you can’t do this Max… people will know I’m gone.” I plead realising his deadly serious. ‘Could I really of pushed him over the edge like this because of that future Max stunt?’

Pulling slightly away from me he stares at me with those two pools of amber “No one will know for quite a while that we’re missing Liz, through the night I’ve already covered a few hundred miles, by the time they know we’re gone we will be states away. Also they will be looking in the wrong place after they know we’re missing. I left a note on your bed saying we’ve run off to elope in Las Vegas. Our parents will actually believe it as well knowing them, while their searching the place we will be long gone by then.”

‘He left a note saying we were getting married in Vegas? Oh My God does he know something about future Max? Have I failed already? Is it just a coincidence?’

“Why Vegas?” I manage to choke out.

“Coz it’s a damn big fucking place and the fact the dear mom’s and dad’s will have to phone around all the hundreds of wedding chapels there until they realise we weren’t married in any of them and that we’re really missing.” He says confidently the smirk once again crawling back on to his face.

“B-but I slept with Kyle!” I say trying to make it sound convincible.

“And believe me your going to pay for it Liz.” He says menacingly.

“Max you can’t do this, you just have to except that w-we’re o-over now.” I say on the verge of tears.

“Sorry Liz, that’s not a option, in fact there’s only two options for you to chose from.” He says allowing one of his hands to drift down cupping my breast while his other hand pulls down the blanket around me exposing more of my pajamas.

“We can either do this the willing way, enjoying the experience, or… I can take you forcefully screaming, either way you’ll never need a loser like Kyle to satisfy you again.” My skin heats up at hearing this, and even though I know they shouldn’t, his words excite me. Quickly glancing up I know he read my expression by the sly grin that’s pasted across his face, the type a fox would wear once his successfully cornered a chicken to devour.

Pressing his body closer again mine he whispers “Believe me, once I’m finished with you, you’ll be ruined for any other man, you’ll only want what I got my sweet and will never be able to go back to a normal guy.” It’s then I feel his erection pressing into my stomach and a deep aching between my legs starts to build up.

“I’ll have you on your knee’s begging me to fuck you before this week is over Liz.” He adds lastly before seeking out my mouth with his and engulfing it in a blazing hot kiss. Completely pinned to my chair by his hard body I sit helplessly as his tongue invades my mouth. He nibbles and bites harshly on my lower lip, but even this seems to increase my burning ach, my very body seems to be screaming for him, even though I know he mustn’t be mine, for the sake of the world I’ve got to convince him otherwise.

Leaving a trail of scorching hot kisses along my jaw and cheek he works his way to the flesh just beneath my ear. Not being able to resist any longer I rap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me relishing in the warmth coming from his body.

Giving a hard squeeze down on my breast, which is almost painful in his large hand, he says in a harsh voice. “Mine”

And then suddenly his body is gone from my grasp. I mourn the loss of presence and open my eye’s to see him back in his seat starting the jeep up again once more.

Looking out on the horizon a different fear now grips me. ‘Will I, little Liz Parker, be able to resist the intense and passionate sexual advances of Max Evan’s?’

(Would you?*happy*)





[ edited 1 time(s), last at 2-Dec-2001 11:28:00 AM ]
posted on 3-Dec-2001 4:56:00 AM by Midnight Magi
quote:
pandas2001 originally wrote:
Just some questions...

Will Max find out that Liz is a virgin?

That she never betrayed him?

Will he find out about Future Max?


Won't he notice when he breaks through her hyman?
Will he get flashs of the Future Max fiasco?


Jezzz.... give me a chance to write! This a moment where I say 'wait and see' you'll find out as soon as I get to the part of the story involving that fiasco. (It would be kinda hard for a guy to not notice punching through a hymen, not to mention the blood on his cock. I’m in a strange mood right now, sorry!)

(Realizes that most of the board members are in fact NC-17 Vampire’s! They try and suck the very nookie from a part*wink*) It’s true, It’s true! Personally I don’t like this fic as much as some of my others, but I throw just one part of semi-NC-17 at this board and the fb explodes(not that it’s a bad thing, it just points out that most of you have only one thing on your dirty little minds[smiles] Don’t we all.)

I could write a whole psychology essay on this…. (but decides not to coz then she would have to explain her own person reasons for being a NC-17 Vamp as well, shhh, don’t tell anyone!)

(sighs) Well at least feedbacker’s will be happy… you see there is a little secret rule in my posting new parts to stories, I wait until I get at least 20 response for each part(greedy aren’t I? I live off FB), unless I get those minimum of 20 responses, I simply don’t even start writing the next part(shrugs, ‘I’m mean and I know it’). The only exceptions to this rule are new stories I’ve just started, I give them a bending grace up to about part three(and even then the poor little fic’s got to make-up for lagging behind).

That’s also a way you can tell which fic I’ll be updating next. ‘Sex Never Seemed So Appealing’ and ‘Back to the Drawing Board’ are the only ones that have reached their targets, and therefore the only one’s I’m currently writing new parts for.

It doesn’t help either that nowhere in any of my fic’s do I beg for feedback(against my dogma to beg for anything. Excepts updates in ‘Dupe Jones’ that is, love that fic!.)

My simple rule: ‘I don’t beg for feedback, I simply withhold the next part(s) till I get it!’ evilsmiley I blame it on the fact I’m a Capricorn! Obsessed with numbers I am… (don’t worry, I know I shouldn’t be, but it’s in my family gene’s to act like this)

quote:
Morning Dreamgirl originally wrote:
On a side note, I love the picture in your sig. spot!


Thanx, you’re the first to comment on it! *big*


(Please excuse all I have just said in the post, I’m on a sugar rush.)


posted on 3-Dec-2001 9:13:46 AM by Midnight Magi
quote:
latahart originally wrote:
Now see here Missy . . . LOL . . . I'm wanting more of this fic, so don't make me write 20 pieces of feedback . . . because I will (latahart nods her head in affirmation as she types) . . .


Jezzzz..... (holds hands above head) Read the comment SNSSA and BTTDB have already WAY gone passed their target of 20, I'm the one behind now in writting parts for them... If you do the math this one is currently on part two and yet it's got 63 replys, which means I should of posted up to part 4 on this fic by now(if your using and can understand my logic that is), but I can only write so fast......!

quote:
4. Where the hell is he taking her? Will he be rational once they get there? (let's hope he stays primal)


Find out in part 3....

quote:
5. Please let their union be consentual . . . PLEASE!! (tit for tat . . . literally, if you like) . . .


I'm a dreamer, do actually think I would let it be anything but consentual?


quote:
7. The little bit of NC-17 . . . you know the whole Max on Liz's lap . . . ummm . . . well, I'm liking that a whole-helluva-


Urm... this fic it gonna have a more than a bit, well, actually, er, kinda aiming for about 75-85% of it being foreplay and smut...

quote:
P.S.
I was really sorry to hear about your computer problems . . . glad that you were able to maintain . . . would like to volunteer my services as ummm . . . a proof reader . . . LOL . . . just in case you need another place to store copies of your fic/s (as in more than more) . . .


Your hired! I have no proof readers for any of my fic's other than two that volunteered for 'VM' and those two are gathering dust as it is right now...


P.S. Part 3 of this fic should be out later tonite(UK time)
posted on 4-Dec-2001 4:33:36 PM by Midnight Magi
Kay, latahart isn't on-line right now and I want a beta reader to proof check part 3 for me NOW so I can post it.

(patience not my virtue)

First come first serve...

*wink*


posted on 4-Dec-2001 6:24:05 PM by Midnight Magi
(This part would have been finished last night and posted. You can blame CleopatraRoswellEmperass for the fact it wasn't. It’s all her fault! I give you warning now, if she ever gets a hold of your Instance Messenger id and sends you a message, DON’T answer! Close down you messenger, disconnect from the internet, hell rip out the internet cable if need be, but don’t get in a conversation with her when she’s bored coz she’ll never stop talking, and talking and talking…. It’s officially impossible to get work done no matter how hard you hint.) Sorry Cleo, but it’s the truth.*happy*


Previously

“I’ll have you on your knees begging me to fuck you before this week is over Liz.” He adds lastly before seeking out my mouth with his and engulfing it in a blazing hot kiss. Completely pinned to my chair by his hard body I sit helplessly as his tongue invades my mouth. He nibbles and bites harshly on my lower lip, but even this seems to increase my burning ach, my very body seems to be screaming for him, even though I know he mustn't be mine, for the sake of the world I’ve got to convince him otherwise.

Leaving a trail of scorching hot kisses along my jaw and cheek he works his way to the flesh just beneath my ear. Not being able to resist any longer I rap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me relishing in the warmth coming from his body.

Giving a hard squeeze down on my breast, which is almost painful in his large hand, he says in a harsh voice. “Mine”

And then suddenly his body is gone from my grasp. I mourn the loss of presence and open my eyes to see him back in his seat starting the jeep up again once more.

Looking out on the horizon a different fear now grips me. ‘Will I, little Liz Parker, be able to resist the intense and passionate sexual advances of Max Evan’s?’

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Part 3

That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine...~


“That moronic, idiotic, self-centered MARTIAN!” I scream throwing the bedside lamp at the window and hearing the glass shatter I run towards it putting my hand in the empty space the glass once was.

“Damn it.” I grumble as I encounter another invisible shield. ‘How the hell has he done it? It’s like when you try to push two identical poles of a magnet together and feel them pushing away.’

I look at the three windows in the room and note the destructive look of the place after my failed escape attempts. Slumping down on the double bed I let out a defeated sigh and decide to wait for him to get back.

He hadn't been too impressed with my last escape ttempt when we went through that town and I tried to make a run for it, I quite literally found myself stuck to the car seat so I couldn't move afterwards, courtesy of alien powers, while I was like that he took full advantage of it, caressing my inner thigh constantly, and after my other attempt at screaming for help he did something to me to make me lose consciousness. After that I must have slept through most of the day and even when I was conscious everything was blurry and spinning, not one cohesive thought entered my mind during the whole journey. Rather than spending my time looking at road signs to figure out where we were and where we were going I was staring at the pretty non-existence colors floating before my eyes. ‘He messed up my mind big time.’

I only started to drift out of it when I saw trees all around us. Beautiful evergreens surrounded us everywhere as Max continues to drive along the slim forest road.

“Where are we?” I ask my voice sounding croaky after just waking up.

I stare at his profile while he continues to drive, not bothering to answer me. The next twenty minutes we spend in silence and I wonder how I can make him understand that we’re not meant to be together any more. ‘I’ve got to get through to him somehow, his clinging to these dreams that just won’t come true, that can’t come true!’ I ponder.

A large one story high wood cabin comes into sight that looks stunningly picturesque and for a moment I forget the situation I’m in until I feel the jeep come to a stop and Max gets out.

Walking around to my side of the vehicle he offers me is hand as a sign to get out.

“What are we doing here?” I ask refusing to get out of the jeep.

“This is your new temporary home Liz.” Max says coolly.

“MAX!” I shout of frustration. “Take me home right now! I’m not gonna….”

I never get a chance to finish my sentence as Max leans forward picking me up out of the seat, flinging me over his shoulder like a little child he starts walking off in the direction of the cabin.

“Nooooooo! Let go of me right now!” I scream while struggling to get out of his clutches, continually kicking and squirming on his shoulder.

“OWWWW! You pinched Me! You pinched my butt!” I hout going still waiting for the slight pain to die down. I can hear Max chuckling which only makes me get even more furious as he walks up the steps of the cabin and opens the door.

Not even being able to see where I’m going I try to ignore the obvious great view I have of his behind until I feel myself being dropped unceremoniously onto a bed. No, correction a four-poster bed. Walking back over to the door he closes it and walks into a small adjoining room closing that door as well behind him.

Using this opportunity I rush towards the door I just came through in a desperate attempt at escape only to find that the door handle refuses to budge. I continue to yank and kick at the door until I realize he must have sealed the lock somehow with his powers.

“Dammit!” I mumble.

“What’s wrong my sweet, not trying to leave already I hope?” He says in a sarcastic tone.

“Now why would I want to do that?” I reply in an equally sarcastic voice.

After staring at me for a few moments he continues, “A bathroom is through there.” He points to the door he just came through. It’s only then I realize how bad I really need to go pee since I haven’t had any bathroom trips so far today. Giving him a look of contempt I stride towards the door and slam it hard behind me hearing the noise echo in the small room. I quickly run to the window and try to open it only to find it sealed, I swear under my breath and give up on the chance of escaping out the lavatory.

Cautiously opening the bathroom door a few minutes later, I go back into the room scanning for Max, but he's not there, instead I see a short black spaghetti strapped silk dress of mine that Maria made me buy ages ago, but I’d never had the nerve or occasion to wear the tiny thing.

Walking over to the bed I see a note and a little bag next to the dress. Picking up the note I read:

Liz,

Gone shopping,
I’ll be gone for a couple of hours,
Be dressed by the time I get back.

Max.



“Damn him… if he thinks for one second that I’m gonna… that I’m gonna wear THAT for him he's got another thing coming.” I say arguing with myself. Picking up the small bag I find it contains most of my make-up, I chuck the thing back down on the bed in disdain scowling at the fact he must have went through all my things to get these.

It’s then I check the other windows and find all them sealed too. Deciding I really need to get out of here while I can I go on my campaign of smashing the glass in one of the windows in the hope I can crawl through, only to find something stopping me passing through the window, even though nothing is there. ‘Damn those alien powers.’ I think as I reach for another object to throw though the window, and that’s how I find myself in my current position of defeat.

Going around to the other side of the bed I climb onto it and crawl under the thick covers contemplating all that has happened today.

‘The whole point of doing all of what future Max said and even going as far as to fake sleeping with Kyle, was so that Max would turn away from me and give up on the chance of us, but instead it’s had the totally opposite affect!

Why couldn't for once in my life something go right! I mean I see this totally cute guy called Max that’s my lab partner and yet never talks to me, wanting something to spark up between us. Who would of thought that it would be the spark of a gun in the end that brings us together. Not only do I find someone that can quite literary see into my soul and vise versa, but also someone who is one of the most gorgeous males I have ever seen, but HE doesn't want to get into a relationship with me coz ‘things will just never work out between us’. Then when we finally start getting closer he decides he wants to ‘slow down’. Again once all that was over and it seemed like we were finally heading down the right route, his EX-WIFE shows up in Roswell wanting him. Can you say cursed relationship?

Ok, so we work around our issues on the topic of Tess, he tells me he loves me and that it’s ‘only’ me he wants, and then a few minuets later I catch him outside playing tonsil hockey with a gerbil. And again we work around it all, he begs and pleads saying he's sorry and I take him back, we even sleep in each others arms in the van after escaping the white room. Only then a few hours later to discover that Tess really is his destiny, the words coming out of his own mothers mouth, so I do the good little thing even though it tears my heart into pieces and walk away. If he had truly cared at that moment he would have come after me and never let me go! But did he? No!

So after spending a whole summer getting over him I come back to Roswell only to fall for him all over again, and just when I’m getting my hopes up, just when I’m beginning to think there is hope for us still, fucking future Max shows up at my door! Or more correctly window, and tells me I gotta not only rip out my heart, crush all my dreams, but also do a dance on their ashes by forcing them two together to save the whole fucking world!

And once again like the good little Liz Parker that I am, I ‘do the right thing’ and give up my only true love, my heart, my soul, to save the world that so far has never so much as given me a break. Now if it had been a clean cut, if he had got angry and not talked to me at school, etc… maybe one day I could pull my life back together.

But what am I meant to do now? Max seems even more unstable than anyone I’ve ever seen, he’s always been so shy, always so cautious, that’s my Max, or at least I thought it was. After all we’ve been through why has it taken till now for him to actually start fighting for me? What’s finally gotten into him to make him this determined?

Under different circumstances, and if I had known that faking a sex scene with Kyle would have done this to him I might have done it ages ago. No, bad Liz, don’t think that, Max can’t be with you, he can never be with you. Y-you just gotta somehow get it into his thick head we don’t belong together anymore.

Yeah right, now try saying that like you actually mean it Parker! And that’s another thing, where the hell am I? I get that I’m in a wood or forest somewhere that has a cabin, no strike that, a rather luxurious cabin in the center.’ I reflect upon turning on my back and looking around the room.

‘Even though I trashed the place it’s still decorated very lavish.’ I think looking at the expensive furniture, smooth wooden floor and the extravagant ornaments.

I end up staring at the canopy hanging above the four-poster bed that I’m lying on and wonder how/why Max brought me here. There’s no way it could possibly belong to him, and if he were trying to hide us from his parents and mine he wouldn't bring us to someplace they own.

Realizing that I’m just ending up with more questions and no answer’s, with only a headache to show for it I roll over onto my side snuggling under the warm covers and fall into a troubled sleep.


!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?(Now the fun begins)


‘Hmmmm……… that feels nice….’ I think as I feel soft warmth move down from my cheek and to my neck.

A tingling sensation moves throughout my body as this fantastic feeling continues. I arch in to the warmth at my neck that’s giving me so much pleasure and let out small moans. Then the pleasure suddenly stops and I can’t feel the warmth anymore.

Opening my eyes I look up to see Max’s attractive face looking down at me and for a moment I’m completely happy in waking up in such a manner and ignore my confusion of how he got into my room. I sit up reaching out to pull him closer to me when I suddenly remember the last 48 hours and shrink away against the headboard of the bed.

“Did you have a nice nap sweetheart?” He inquires in a silky smooth voice, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I was until I woke up.” I snap back not liking the sudden closeness of the situation, or the hungry look in his eyes. The kind of look someone in the Sahara desert might give a crystal clear glass of water.

He laughs softly while reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why Liz, from your moans, it sounded like waking up was the most pleasant experience you had of all.”

Mortified and humiliated at the fact that he's correct makes my heartbeat increase, ‘Hell will freeze over first before I let him know that though!’

Looking over to one of the broken windows in an attempt to avoid his gaze I see golden shards of light pouring through the window signaling the sun will be setting soon.

“You’ve been busy.” He says nodding his head towards the broken windows.

“I felt like redecorating.” I say disdainfully. Turning back to him finding his fiery gaze still upon me I ask, “What did you do to the windows?” Referring to the fact there was some kind of energy barrier stopping me from getting through them.

When he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles I hold back the impulse to punch him, knowing it will most probably do more harm to my situation than good.

“You're not dressed.” He says blankly, giving me a scowl while looking over my pajamas. I instinctively pull my blanket up higher hiding my body from him.

“No kidding Einstein.” I quip. My body goes tense abruptly when he, in one quick motion pulls the blanket from my grasp leaving me lying there against the pillows.

Shuffling towards me along the mattress he leans forward putting his arms on either side of me on the headboard. “Liz, when I tell you to do something your gonna have to learn to do it.”

I’m only vaguely able to control my jaw from dropping at this comment. Igniting my righteous feminism streak at being ordered around like this I quickly dip my head out from under his arms and slide off the bed from the other side.

“Who the hell do you think you are Max? You actually think you can kidnap me and then expect me to cooperate with you? I figured you’d snapped, but I didn't think you’d gone totally delusional as well!” I shout from the other side of the room near the bathroom door.

Max stands up in one effortless motion and walks around the bed towards me with a voracious look in his eyes. In a few seconds I find myself trapped in almost the same position I had been a minute ago. Backed up against the wall with his hands either side of me and leaning forward he says, “Liz, I’ll only ask nicely one more time, GET DRESSED NOW!”

“I won’t!” I say, the words sounding feeble, like a small child’s even to my ears. “If you expect me to get dressed in, in that….”

“Lizzz…..” He speaks my name in a velvety voice. “Like I said before, you’ll always get a choice. You can either be a good little girl and get dressed or... you can be a bad little girl and I’ll dress you myself.”

My eyes snap up to look at his in shock at that last comment. I can feel my body betraying me as I get pulled into his amber eyes, a light dances, and flickers in them just daring me to say what I’m going to say.

“You wouldn't dare!”

His body is instantly pressed against mine, successfully sandwiching me against the wall and his hard muscled chest. I involuntarily gasp when I feel Max’s hand drift up the back of my pajama shirt stroking the skin between my shoulder blades up and down, while his mouth hungrily nibbles at my neck working it way higher to my mouth demanding entrance. I refuse to open my mouth to his conquest and this seems to only please him and encourage him further.

His other hand works its way to the top of my buttons, slowly undoing them one by one without me even noticing until he was down to the last two. Quickly trying to push him away with no success he ends up discarding his attempts at the last two buttons, in favor to my pajama bottoms, his hand dips down under the material and along my hip, and I can feel the aching between my legs triple at sensing his touch sliver lower and lower, my body begging him not to stop I let out a small moan and he uses this chance to slide his tongue into my mouth sealing its entry with his lips.

Before I even get a chance to respond to Max’s kiss, his moist lips work their way to my ear and whisper in a husky voice.

“Your choice Liz, are you going to get dressed? Or am I going to have to do it for you?"







P.S. Thanks to MaxiesSilverHandPrint for beta reading this for me.




[ edited 3 time(s), last at 4-Dec-2001 7:12:31 PM ]
posted on 5-Dec-2001 2:37:35 PM by Midnight Magi
Author actually does have a Life!


Ok, Ok, I know ya all want the updates... and believe me if it was my choice on how to spend my time I would write a new part every night.

Your just gonna have to wait though... You have no idea how much coursework I have just pushed to the side so I can write a part each night for the last month or so, and it's now finally catching up on me with deadlines due soon, as in this Friday and next week.

(sighs)

Also I'm writing part 12 to 'BTTDB' next... you guys should have that part on Friday... if ya lucky(LOTS & LOTS of college work to do), and then part 4 of 'SNSSA' on Saturday, then maybe part 6 of 'VM'... on sunday, and with any luck part 1 of my new fic should also be out on Sunday called 'Incidious Lust'(If you like SNSSA, then you'll LOVE 'IL')


Toddles,

(runs away)

posted on 8-Dec-2001 2:14:27 PM by Midnight Magi
(Sorry, this I think should have been out last night but I didn’t get a chance to finish due to a splitting headache, so I figured I’d just finish it in the morning, but I woke up with the headache still there *sad*, it’s finally gone now, so I’ve finally been able to stare at a computer screen without flinching. I hope it was worth the wait!)


Previously

His body is instantly pressed against mine, successfully sandwiching me against the wall and his hard muscled chest. I involuntarily gasp when I feel Max’s hand drift up the back of my pajama shirt stroking the skin between my shoulder blades up and down, while his mouth hungrily nibbles at my neck working it way higher to my mouth demanding entrance. I refuse to open my mouth to his conquest and this seems to only please him and encourage him further.

His other hand works its way to the top of my buttons, slowly undoing them one by one without me even noticing until he was down to the last two. Quickly trying to push him away with no success he ends up discarding his attempts at the last two buttons, in favor to my pajama bottoms, his hand dips down under the material and along my hip, and I can feel the aching between my legs triple at sensing his touch sliver lower and lower, my body begging him not to stop I let out a small moan and he uses this chance to slide his tongue into my mouth sealing its entry with his lips.

Before I even get a chance to respond to Max’s kiss, his moist lips work their way to my ear and whisper in a husky voice.

“Your choice Liz, are you going to get dressed? Or am I going to have to do it for you?"

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Part 4

That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

The same old tingle that I feel inside,
When that elevator starts its ride.
Down and down I go, round and round I go,
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.~


I stare at him in shock at what his implying and absently realise my jaw is hanging open. I quickly snap back to reality when I feel him drag the waistband of my pajamas down a little bit further exposing my hip.

“Like hell you are!” I yell, and attempt to push him away, all the while ignoring the almost painful ache between my thighs.

He softly chuckles and takes one step back leaving a fissure of space between our bodies. “What do you think you are doing? You actually think I so much as want you touching me after, after you’ve kidnapped me and have trapped me here?”

“Well Liz, you weren’t precisely arguing a few moments ago.” Max says smugly looking down at me.

“I-I…” Feeling my defenses once again starting to melt under his gaze I try to look anywhere but at him and settle on his jaw. “I was too surprised by your actions to think right, I mean, my God, Max what were you-are you thinking?”

‘I won’t look in his eye’s, I won’t look in his eye’s.’ I chant as a mantra in my head, but as he continues to stand there not answering me I make the fatal mistake of looking up.

His passionate stare makes me gasp and I feel my body temperature rising, he tilts his head slight to the side looking me up and down, then says. “I take this to mean your going to get dressed like a good little girl.”

“What? Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said, I… SHIT, NO!” I say ending the last part with a shout as he goes to undo the last to buttons of my pajamas, I slide out the way and around him quickly, grabbing the shirt tightly holding the two sides together. Not fast enough though because within the same moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist holding my back firmly against his chest.

Then while softly kissing the back of my neck he murmurs puncturing each word with a kiss, “Are, you, getting, dressed?. Or, am, I, going, to, do, it?” Just to get his point across I feel him tug on the fabric of my shirt and my body stiffens tightening its grasp on the top.

“I-I’ll, g-get d-dressed.” I stutter out, and then his arms vanish from around my waist. I walk towards the bed and pick up the black silky dress before turning around to see him with his arms crossed leaning against the wall.

“I said I’ll get dressed Max, so leave! Or are you going to just stand there and watch?” I ask bitterly.

“Actually…” An arrogant smirk goes across his face. “That’s exactly what I was planning to do, watch you. If you had done this early like I said, you wouldn’t have this problem.”

I stand there in shell shock for a moment and realise that his totally serious about watching me dress. If I had been wearing underwear I might actually do it, but the fact I’m not is only now becoming blaring obvious.

‘I can’t, I can’t do this while his watching me.’ I think feeling a panic start to boil up within me. Also his hungry stare isn’t doing anything to ease my dread and in fact only heightens it, when I realise from the look in his eyes that if I do get undressed I might not get a chance to put anything back on before he pounces.

Fixing my eyes on his I let a few moments pass before saying in a pleading voice with all the conviction I can manage. “M-Max, Please…. I-I can’t do this in front of you… just leave, or even turn around for a few moments and I’ll be done, I promise, but please don’t make me do this in front of you.”

I stand there for a few more seconds, my eyes begging him. Some emotion flashes in his eyes for a second but before I can place it, it is gone and he pushes himself off the wall taking a step towards me.

Instantly I shrink back in alarm, realising this is it from the look in his eyes now, his going to practically rip my cloths off. A small whimper of fear escapes my lips as he says something and I’m taken back in shock a couple of seconds later when he turns to leave.

His words ring around in my ears going around in a circuit over and over again. ‘Meet me in the kitchen when your done.’ I continue to watch the closed door he just walked through for a few more moments in shock before quickly ridding myself of the pale blue pajamas and drawing the cool black silk dress over my naked form. Goose bumps emerge on my skin as I feel sleek material cover my body like a second skin. I smooth the fabric down my skin and tug at the bottom of the hem trying to make the short dress not so short, but with no such success.

Taking a deep breath I walk barefooted over to the door, reaching for the handle I turn it and for the first time since arriving find it open.

Taking one tentative step outside the door and look around the room I now find myself in. Off to my left I see the front door and fight the temptation to try to get out that way knowing Max has most probably already sealed it.

The crackling sound and only source of light coming from the open fire on the far side of the room grabs my attention and I note this must be the living room or something because of the sofa a two armchairs that are placed around the fireplace. On my right there is a grand staircase leading up into darkness and between the staircase and the wall I’m next to there’s a hallway with a dim light shinning at its end. A delicious smell wafts towards me from the hallway and I feel my stomach growl in hunger at not being fed since dinner last night before my kidnapping.

I contemplate what to do next, while swiftly scanning the room for a phone hoping I might be able to contact Maria, but there either isn’t one in the room or Max has already removed it. Sighing heavily I take cautious steps towards the appetizing scents down the corridor, getting closer and closer to the bright light emanating from the room.

I see the back of Max’s form cooking something on the stove across the room and can’t help taking those few moments to drink in the sight. Even from the back he looks gorgeous, he short black hair has a messy sexiness to it, I note that max has changed his normal black shirt to a black silk one, which seems to ripple with the movement of his muscles as he cooks. ‘I guess our outfit’s match now.’ I think vaguely. His still wearing the black leather pants and my eyes can’t help but to wander to his firm ass, seeing how snugly the leather fits him there.

“Are you going to come in or just stand there all night?” He asks in a loud voice before turning round to look me in the eye.

‘Dammit, how the hell did he know I was here? Double damn, does he know I was gawking at him?’ One glance at the smirk on his face tells me that he does and my left-hand drifts up to start playing with my hair nervously.

It’s then my tummy decides to growl loudly again reminding me of my hunger. “Hungry are we Liz?” He asks as I look at him in embarrassment realising he heard it as well. “Sorry ‘bout that sweetheart, but dinner’s almost done now.” He says pleasantly as if he had been cooking me dinner for years.

Turning off the stove he moves to the side reaching for something else and I finally get to see what it is that he has been cooking that smells so good. Walking halfway in the kitchen I peer at the wok frying pan sitting on the stove and make out juicy lumps of chicken covered in a rich reddish-orange sauce, along with some other things that look like chopped up vegetables, it all seeming very scrumptious.

Picking up the wok pan he walks over to the table and tips its contents out on to a large white plate and then puts the pan in the sink. Looking at the table I note how only one place has been set, with one glass and a jug of clear sparkling liquid besides it and I wonder why Max won’t be eating as well until he goes at sits in the place that’s set up.

Pulling the plate towards him he picks up a succulent little piece of chicken and dunks it in a little bowl of sauce besides the plate before tossing the juicy bit of meat into his mouth. He then to the detriment of my will power and hungry licks the sauce off his index finger and thumb, making a little popping noise with his mouth as he removes each finger.

My stomach makes another low grumbling growl in protest at the delicious vision, both of them. Looking up from the plate he leans back in his chair seemingly drinking in the image of me for a few moments.

“Well if you want to eat your going to have to come over here you know Liz.” He says mockingly.

Taking a involuntarily gulp I step towards him but stop when I see the dark look in his eyes. A few seconds pass and the look gets darker with each of them, “Come here ‘now’ Liz, or I promise you that you’ll regret it later.” He says in malicious voice, one that I’ve never heard Max talk in before, so cold, so full of hate that the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I continue to slowly walk towards him.


Max POV

‘She’s so beautiful, like an angel. MY Angel! Standing there, looking like some sexy temptress, and yet acting so innocent at the same time. Innocent, what a joke, it was only last night she was fucking Kyle. Shit, I don’t even know if that was the first time, hell for all I know she’s been doing it… doing HIM, for ages. If it was her first time last night I hope it hurt, and still hurts, how could she give herself to Kyle or any other man? He doesn’t even love her, and I know she certainly doesn’t love him, so what was it? Lust? The very thought alone that she could have given herself to someone she doesn’t love makes me sick. Doesn’t she know it should have been me, doesn’t she understand that SHE BELONGS to ME and only ME!

If I had been there I would have never had sex with her, I would have made love to her, I would have made her very body and soul sing with pleasure as I worship it as my temple.

Then she actually has the nerve after acting like some cheap whore to ask me to leave the room while she changes?!?! She can fuck Kyle with no regrets, but can’t even let me see her body.

Does she hate me that much? I always thought she saw me for the person that I really am and not what most people would see me as if they knew I was an alien. Not a freak, not as some monster, but as a person, a person that would’ve given up everything for her, that DID risk everything for her the day she got shot. What now though? She doesn’t want to be with me? She thinks I should be with Tess? She thinks acting all innocent, guiltless, and chaste will save her this time? Fuck is she going to get a wake up call.

I refuse to fall for her tricks again! I’ll never trust those childlike doe eyes! I’ll never believe in her immaculate reputation! NEVER AGAIN!

I’m going to make sure she knows what pain is, what it’s like to love someone so much and not be able to have them, let her know what it’s like so feel so alone without the one you love that you think your soul might shatter, and then what it’s like to have that person betray you, regret you, hurt you in everyway shape and form! Oh is she going to learn, she is going to learn so much.’

I watch as she starts to walk towards me again, fear laced in those two deep brown pools. The moment she’s close enough I quickly reach out and grab her waste, turning her around, pushing her off balance, and into my lap.

She struggles for a bit and I think I even hear her mutter a obscenity or two under her breath while she thrashes about in my arms, but I don’t let go, I’ll never let go,

‘I’m never going to lose you again Liz Parker.’


Liz POV

‘Dammit! He won’t let go.’ I keep fighting back to get out of his embrace until my muscles tire and I give up closing my eyes, knowing his not going to let go until his ready to. Realising this I allow my body to go limp in his hold and let out a defeated soft sigh.

He removes one of his arms from around my waist and moments later feel something moist and warm, with a spicy sent, being pressed gently against my lips. Opening my mouth instinctively the morsel is pushed in and my mouth waters even more at the delectable taste of the meat. In a few short chews I’ve swallowed it and I open my eye’s seeking out the plate for another piece.

Sitting in Max’s lap I see the plate to my right and reach out to it only to have a firm strong hand clamp down on my wrist stopping me from moving my arm. He then moves my hand down to my lap and reaches for the plate picking up another delicious piece of meat and I fight the temptation to eat it out of his hand this time.

“Max, I am perfectly capable of feeding myself!” I say not trying to hide the irritation in my voice and look up at him.

“As long as we’re here, alone, it’s MY rules Liz, you do what I want you to, but again there’s always a choice Liz, you either eat with me feeding you or… you simply don’t eat at all. Is that understood?” He says in a spiteful tone.

Once again I can tell from the angry look in his eyes that his completely serious and decide for now at least I’ll do what he says until I find an opportunity for escape. Relaxing my body once again against his I open my mouth a little asking for the succulent piece of meat.

For the next 10 or so minutes it continues this way, him alternating between feeding me and feeding himself. All the while his free hand that is wrapped around my waist gently rubs my stomach making me feel like I’m melting. While I’m eating he also makes sure to burry his head into my neck under my hair and I feel his hot breath dancing across my skin there. So entrance am I by the tastes of the food his feeding me and the feel of him at my neck that I don’t notice that his other hand is no longer on my stomach but has in fact gradually worked it’s way to my inner thigh under the fabric of the dress.

The moment I become aware of what he is doing I let out a gasp of shock and try to pull away. Only end up having his hand grip harder down on the flesh of my thigh and his other arm wrap around mine imprisoning me.

“Be still Liz and let me do what I want or you’ll regret it.” He whispers darkly into my hair, and though it’s tearing me up inside I can’t help but become even more aroused by his threat.

Stilling my body I feel him loosen his grip on me and pepper soft kisses on my neck. I feel my entire body shudder when his tongue dips out to taste my skin, and am rewarded by hearing his amused snigger at my inability to control my body’s reaction under his touch. That’s not even the only bodily reaction I’m trying to control right now with no success either, I can feel the slick wetness between my thighs increasing the more and more this goes on unable to stop it.

My body stiffens as his hand starts to glide further up my thigh again, to the place no one has ever touched me in this manner before. I choke back a gasp when I feel his fingertips brush over my damp curls.

He leaves his hand there for a moment while he reaches out with the other to pick up the last piece of meat lying on the plate and brings it up to my lips. He moves his head away from my neck and watches as I open my mouth accepting the portion of chicken, and unconsciously lick the sauce off the tips of his fingers.

After I’m finished a shiver runs through me as his other hand starts to move under the black silk again and I swallow back a cry as his thumb brushes over my already swollen clitoris.

Then mumbling once again into my hair Max whispers,

“Now that dinner is over Liz, it’s time for desert.”





posted on 8-Dec-2001 4:46:43 PM by Midnight Magi
quote:
StarPrincess originally wrote:
How long does Max plan to keep Liz captive.


Well, lets say longer than the three day amount. Max has lost the two aliens that were meant to be tracking him. The symbioant will start to have 'other' interesting side effects 'after' that three day period.


quote:

I do have a question, is it the thing that is in Max working by itself, or is it just taking things from Max's mind, that Max dreams of doing but being the self-controlled person he is, he doesn't.


It kinda explains that question in the first part, but basically the symbioant is passive in nature, meaning it's under Max's control, not the other way around. Max's subconscious wants/desires are stronger than Max's conscious mind, which means poor old passive symbioant is having the time of it's life inside Max's subconscious.

It'll be explained a lot more better in later parts, just give me time to write them... you'll the the whole low down on, the symbioant isn't a indivdual enitity with it's own thoughts and feelings, it in fact has none, and depends totaly on the host for experiences like that, it joins with the host so perfectly, that the hosts goals become the symbioant's goals as well, etc, etc...


P.S. Sorry folks, but due to the HUGE amount of feedback this fic is getting I won't be doing that 'including the feedbackers name' thingy. There are just too many of ya...*wink* (likes it this way... Loads of FB)

posted on 9-Dec-2001 3:20:38 AM by Midnight Magi
quote:
Mary N OO8 originally wrote:
I’m trusting you not to make things irrevocably worse between Max and Liz by having him hurt her in ways that he’d regret later.


I course I wouldn't, defeats the point of me being a dreamer and this a dreamer fic, I would never let any hurt come to Max or Liz, at least, urm, not any hurt they wouldn't like...*wink*

posted on 14-Dec-2001 11:22:24 AM by Midnight Magi
Damn Slave Drivers! (points finger at board member's)

I've been busy trying to make sure I get all my prep Art work done so that I don't crash out on the exam again next week.... But since it's friday now(weekend, YAY), I'll get ta work...

I'll start writing the next part right now.... should be finished in a few hours(depends on dinner time*big*)....

Happy Now?



[ edited 1 time(s), last at 14-Dec-2001 11:24:07 AM ]
posted on 14-Dec-2001 4:06:55 PM by Midnight Magi
Previously

My body stiffens as his hand starts to glide further up my thigh again, to the place no one has ever touched me in this manner before. I choke back a gasp when I feel his fingertips brush over my damp curls.

He leaves his hand there for a moment while he reaches out with the other to pick up the last piece of meat lying on the plate and brings it up to my lips. He moves his head away from my neck and watches as I open my mouth accepting the portion of chicken, and unconsciously lick the sauce off the tips of his fingers.

After I’m finished a shiver runs through me as his other hand starts to move under the black silk again and I swallow back a cry as his thumb brushes over my already swollen clitoris.

Then mumbling once again into my hair Max whispers,

“Now that dinner is over Liz, it’s time for desert.”

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Part 5

That old black magic has me in its spell.
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Icy fingers up and down my spine.
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

The same old tingle that I feel inside.
When that elevator starts its ride.
Down and down I go, round and round I go,
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do.
I hear your name, and I'm aflame.
Aflame with such a burning desire,
That only your kiss can put out the fire. ~


“W-what, do you mean by desert?” I ask already fearing the answer as his thumb brushes harder against my clit.

Moving his free hand his tilts my head up to look him in the eyes and I involuntary gulp at the way his staring at me. “I’ll show you Liz.” He says in a deep husky voice full of passion.

It’s then at that moment I feel the hardness in the crotch of his pant press against my hip and gasp.

Removing his hand from under my dress I fight the temptation to moan at the sensation of its loss. Before I know it I’m scooped up in Max’s arms and I find his carrying me back to the bedroom.

It dawn’s on me what his about to do and I struggle to get out of his arms. ‘If we have sex he’ll know I didn’t sleep with Kyle, it won’t take him long after that to get the whole truth out of me. I can’t let this happen.’

“Stop it Liz, we’re doing this whether you want to or not.” He says simply in a stern voice.

“Max, NO! W-we can’t do this….!” I plea.

“You found it easy enough to fuck Kyle last night and who knows how many other nights, I think you’ll adjust.”

I go quite at hearing this, only now realising how much I truly hurt Max as we enter the bedroom. ‘It doesn’t matter if his upset, upsetting him was the whole point of yours and future Max’s plan, you had to push him away, you can’t stop now, to much is at stake, if you do everything you’ve gone through so far will have been for nothing.’ The voice inside my head shouts.

Putting all my strength into it I suddenly fight once more to get out of his arms with all my might as we approach the bed. His getting pissed off again at my resistance against him, I can sense it, and next thing I know I find myself dropped on the polished wooden floor at his feet.

I grimace slightly at the dull pain in my hip from where it impacted the hard floor, but ignore it as much as I can and crawl away from him at my fastest.

“When are you going to just give up Liz? Your only making this harder on yourself, I’m not letting you go until I want to and if you continue to fight me I’ll make sure you really have a reason to not want to be here….” He says arrogantly.

Gradually climbing to my feet I back up against the broken window, our determined stares meet and I try not to crumble under his intent look. When he takes a step towards me I quickly take a side step to try and leave the same amount of distance between us. It’s at that moment a blinding sharp sting pierces my foot and I let out a cry of pain realising I had just stepped on a rather large shard of glass.

My body starts to collapse to the floor at its sudden lack of support, but I don’t end up hitting the ground. Instead I find myself once again swept up in Max’s powerful arms and being carried over to the bed, but this time I don’t fight it as I feel the blood trickling out the heel of my foot, leaving little drops of the red liquid to scatter the floorboards.

Gently placing me down on the bed I catch the look of sheer concern in Max’s eye’s moments before he hides the feeling behind an expressionless mask. He shifts down to the bottom of the bed and raises my injured foot on to his knee for inspection. Frowning slightly he moves his hand towards the piece of glass still imbedded in my foot about to pull it out, quickly I try to pull my foot out his grasp, but he just tightens his grip and glares at me.

“Do you want to keep the glass in your foot and let it get infected?” He snaps, in a strict voice.

Shaking my head side to side he continues, “Then stop moving.”

I bite down on my lip he pulls out the shard of glass in one smooth motion. Placing his hand over my wound he looks up into my eyes with an almost sorrowful expression and it’s only a second later, a second to late, that I realise what his doing and I’m unable to stop the connection from forming.

~The reading is clear. You marry your true love. You have happiness. The card here? Intimacy, sex. You will not be left wanting.~

A rush of ice fear runs through me as I realise if this continues Max will most probably end up knowing everything about the last 48 hours. Focusing the best I can, I try to form a smoke screen of memories in an attempt to block out recent events I don’t want him to see and hinder Max’s connection to me.

~You tried to get Tess and me together?~

“Liz, stop fight our bond, we’re linked, and whether you like it or not you can’t hide your soul from me.”
Max’s says in a calm reassuring voice.

~I mean, your life will always be dangerous, but my life, it doesn't have to be. My life is only in danger if I am with you.~

I feel him burrowing deeper and deeper, my entire spirit and heart are besieged by an overwhelming sense of love and devotion pouring from his soul and into mine. So strong a force beseeching me, pleading with me, to just surrender to this, to give in and let us be one in union, in every sense of the word.
But still I hold on though, with every drop of strength I have, and even that it slowly ebbing away under this assault of emotions.

~I...I want to be in love with boys...normal boys.~

“Please, Liz, stop this… don’t close yourself off from me…” He say’s in voice raw with grief and I see tears softly falling down his cheeks.

~I...I want to see my 21st birthday. I...I want to have a wedding day. I...I...I want to have children...and I want my children to be safe.~

“We’re meant to be together.” He adds as I last statement, which forces me to focus once more, giving me strength I didn’t even know I possessed. “No! We’re not Max. You’re meant to be with Tess.” I snap and I feel my heart break at seeing the look of utter agony and pain that crosses his face.

~You know, Max, if...if you truly love me, you'll let me go.~

Then, deciding I can’t let this go on any longer, that I MUST break the connection, I go in for the kill putting all the hurt, all the anguish, all the sorrow that I’ve been feeling for the last two days into it.

~I may love you, but I...I don't want to die for you.~

SNAP! My body jerks in response to rupturing of the connection, pulling us back into our bodies. I try to hold back my sobs that I feel rising within me, but am unable to and I’m not even able to place which one of hundred reasons I’m crying for.

I curl up against the head board of the bed bring my knee’s up to my chest at seeing Max’s icy gaze fixed on me and absently realise my foot is healed. Moments pass into minutes and I’m starting to feel more than worried since Max hasn’t moved a muscle and is only just barely blinking at me, the only real motion in him is the slight tremble in his frame holding back such a rage of fury that I can see brewing in those eyes of his.

“M-Max… say something.” I plead unable to bare the silence a second longer.

“Fine.” He states bitter tone. “You don’t want Me? You don’t want us to be in love? You don’t want to be with me or even connect with me anymore? FINE! Forget the lover’s bit Liz, it’s never going to happen.”
I let out an unconscious breath of relief. ‘He understands, he understands we can’t be together, I finally have succeed in pushing him away.’ I think and he continues on talking more to himself than me.

“I’ll never make love to someone like you, someone that fucks around behind my back, someone that I though I trusted and loved, someone that I would’ve died for, given up everything for! You don’t want that Liz? Fine!

But don’t you think for second my sweet that I’m letting you go coz of that, just coz we’re not going to make love, doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you till you pass out.”

I barely have time to register my shock at that statement before Max pulls me into the center of the bed straddling me. Holding me down with one of his strong arms while the other reaches over into the bedside unit and pulls out two white silk scarf’s. Gripping one of my wrists powerfully, he ties it to the left pole on the four-poster bed, and then repeats the process on my right wrist as I thrash about on the bed the whole time trying to shift his weight off me with no success.

Once both of my wrists are tightly secured, so tightly that it’s painful to move my wrists, he leans back and admires his handy work. Then noticing my grimace of pain a small frown dashes across his face for a second and then is gone. He leans forward placing his hand over the knot in the silk, a warm gold light glows from beneath his palm and the taut grip of the silk on my skin lessens, then he repeats the task once again on the other restraint, which loosens the silk around my wrist just enough to stop it from hurting.

“Well…” He chimes looking down at me brushing his hand along my chest and between the valley of my breasts. “Now that you’re ready I’ve just got to go get some things from the kitchen, we still haven’t had desert.” He says mockingly and raising one eyebrow adds, “Don’t go anywhere while I’m gone sweetie.”

Then getting up and off the bed his disappears through the door down the hallway.

‘Shit, how the hell did I get myself into this mess?’ I ask myself in a panic while tugging at the bonds that hold me. Looking at one of them a paralyzing shock runs through me as I realise what exactly Max has done, he didn’t just loosen the knots, the fused them into loops of silk. The only way I’m getting out of these it if their cut or Max’s uses his powers to undo them, neither of those options seem to have likely hood of happening anytime soon.

It’s then I become aware of how high the black silk dress has ridden up my body during my struggle and I feel an involuntary blush ignite in my cheeks at realising the moment he comes in he’ll get a view of the tips of my pubic area if I don’t try and do something about it now.

Wriggling the best I can in the bed I’m able to shift the dress down a little further to at least hide my modesty, ignoring the fact that if Max has his way in a few minutes I might not be wearing anything. That thought alone sends a hot tingle down to my core and I feel a slick wet response between my legs to the imagery in my head.

‘Dammit Liz, this is not the place and not the time to start getting hot and bothered about Max, remember you DON’T want to be here, can’t be here, no matter how much your body might protest to that fact.’ I angrily yell at myself inwardly.

That argument is cut short though when Max arrives back in the room with a tray setting it down on the bed besides me. My curiously peeks and I can’t help but glance at what’s on the tray and hold back a gasp unsuccessfully.

“What’s wrong Liz? I always though you liked Strawberry’s and Whipped Cream?” Max says in a conceited way and a devilish smile dawns on his face.





[ edited 2 time(s), last at 20-Dec-2001 2:27:12 PM ]
posted on 22-Dec-2001 4:39:41 PM by Midnight Magi
Kay, you have no bloody idea how many people have been hounding me for this next part(glares at Lela especially), soak it up guys, coz your not getting the next part till I updated BTTDB and VM. With Christmas a few days away, don’t hope too much. (thinks about giving it to them as a Xmas pressy, Nah….!)



Previously

Wriggling the best I can in the bed I’m able to shift the dress down a little further to at least hide my modesty, ignoring the fact that if Max has his way in a few minutes I might not be wearing anything. That thought alone sends a hot tingle down to my core and I feel a slick wet response between my legs to the imagery in my head.

‘Dammit Liz, this is not the place and not the time to start getting hot and bothered about Max, remember you DON’T want to be here, can’t be here, no matter how much your body might protest to that fact.’ I angrily yell at myself inwardly.

That argument is cut short though when Max arrives back in the room with a tray setting it down on the bed besides me. My curiously peeks and I can’t help but glance at what’s on the tray and hold back a gasp unsuccessfully.

“What’s wrong Liz? I always though you liked Strawberry’s and Whipped Cream?” Max says in a conceited way and a devilish smile dawns on his face.

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

quotes-whippedcream

Part 6

For you're the lover I have waited for,
The mate that Fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine,
Darling, down and down I go; round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love. ~


“M-Max, please…”I say, not really sure what I’m begging him to do or not to do.

“Shhh Liz… if it makes you feel any better you really don’t have a choice in the matter right now.” He whispers seductively into my ear, and I tremble at feeling his hot breath against my cheek.

“But first, I’ve got to clear up the mess you made Liz, in your little tantrum escape attempt, and make sure you don’t cut yourself on anymore glass. Can’t have that happening now can we?” And with that he gets up off the bed heading towards the closest window and crouches down over the shattered glass on the floor. I inwardly berate myself for becoming momentary transfixed on the smooth way his muscles move like a liquid in motion under that black silk shirt his wearing, but still I can’t draw my eye’s away from his back as his hand starts to hover over the glass and the little pieces start to reform into bigger pieces, all melding together.

The moment I catch myself thinking about what those ripples of muscle would look like if he were devoid of cloths I force myself to turn my head the other way, but it’s to late, the imagery of it all is now permanently seared into my mind forever.

I close my eye’s hearing the tinkling sound of glass mending itself with the help of Max’s powers. Then I hear him get up and softly move over to the other side of the room fixing those windows as well. I can feel his presence in the room like you can feel body heat near you, closing my eye’s, blocking his beautiful form seems to have only a worse effect on my other senses by heightening them to his location.

Then it goes completely quiet in the room, and I can feel him watching me, like his eyes are somehow able to caress my flesh just by looking at it. The very thought sends a shiver down my spine and his musical quiet laughter flows towards be from the left side of the bed. It dips down slightly as he slides on to it besides me and I dare only for a second to open my eyes to look at him.

‘Big mistake.’

It was a moment, Max and I had a moment, one of those brief things when your eyes content and it’s as if both your hearts are suddenly beating as one, all rational judgment goes flying out the window and you forget everything around you, but just as soon as it appears, it’s gone and your back in the reality of the situation. That reality being that I’ve been tied down to a luxurious bed by my soulmate, Max Evan’s, who plans, by the look his giving me at least, to ravish every inch of me, then completely devour anything that’s left.

He just lays there for a while on his side right next to me, propped up on his elbow looking at me and then a mischievous grin appears on his face which makes me gulp.

His hand delicately brushes over the sensitive skin of my thigh shifting the hem of my dress up a little bit further, successfully undoing all my previous attempts to lower it. Tenderly he sweeps his fingertips over my nest of curls and I press my legs firmly together determined not to give into the temptation of letting Max have his way with me.

He just softly laughs at my acts of resistance against him and his hand floats upwards under my silk dress lovingly grazing the taunt flesh of my belly. Then after memorizing the contours of my tummy his hand starts it’s descent downwards once again, this time his fingers burry themselves deep into my curls and his thumb starts to rub my clit lightly eliciting a moan from my lips. A second after I breath out that moan his lips are abruptly sealed against mine, and before I can stop it his tongue has already gained entrance into my mouth as his fingers between my legs work passed the folds and also gain entrance into my body at the same time.

I can feel my wetness trickling out onto his fingers, but am at a lost to control my body’s response to his ministrations. His two fingers dig themselves deeper into me as he continues to rub my clit mercilessly and a wave of heat goes through me as I buck my hips up uncontrollably struggling to force him to press hard on my clit, which he does. My skin feels like it’s electrified, I can’t be sure if it’s because his coerced me into heighten state of arousal or if it’s because his using his powers to do something to me,

but right now, I can honestly say ‘I don’t fucking care!’ just as long as Max doesn’t stop masturbating me I’ll die happy right now.*wink*

His tongue maintains it’s constant exploration of my mouth driving me into a frenzy of passion which makes my head swirl with pleasure.

It’s then, at the moment of my orgasm, that I realise Max IS God, no one else in existence could ever make me feel this way. If I had been able to think clearly that fact might of stung me deep realising that after all this is over and I’m back home, I will never experience it again with Max, I can’t let it happen with Max again. Thankfully though that moment was kept in pure bliss, and for a while afterwards my body just lay there limply shaking with the after effects of Max’s attention.

When I open my eyes his laying there propped up on his elbow again smiling down on me smugly, and I close off the train of thought that is whispering to me that he has a right to be smug right now.

Then removing his fingers from their resting position inside me he cups my entire pubic area in his big hand and then leaning down to my ear murmurs in a ruthless voice, “MINE!”

His hand then disappears and reaches over my body towards the tray laying besides me, plucking up out of the bowl with his fingers still covered in my fluids he takes a large juicy strawberry and looks down at it gently rubbing the tip of it over my still erect nipple. Sending me a swift little peek between his dark eyelashes I see that dark devilish smile once more as he trails the strawberry lower and lower down my body until it reaches the tip of my heat.

He proceeds to rub the cool nub of the berry over my nub of nerves making it feel like a cold finger is massaging me there, lowering it even further he swirls it round in my already overflowing fluids and makes sure to quickly poke the rough and yet smooth skin of the berry a little way inside my vulva before removing it and bring the thing up to his lips.

Licking his luscious lips he sighs in a soft voice and mutters, “Sweet and spicy, my fav…” Before biting the strawberry in half, which is dripping with my juices.


!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


“What the fuck has he done with her Michael?!?! I’ve heard of alien abductions but this is ridicules.” Maria screams walking menacingly towards Isabel and Michael as they both back up towards the wall.

“Hey, Hey, we’re on the same side here Maria you psycho. We don’t know where they’ve gone either.” Michael protests.

“I can’t believe my idiotic brother would actually do something like that, and elope to Vegas of all places.” Isabel grumbles. “Mum and Dad are gonna kill him.”

“Not if I do first!” Maria screeches starting to pace back and forth in the room again making her look like a caged animal. “Ok, I don’t doubt that they would elope, they have that whole ‘love sick’ thing going for them, but that my Chica would elope and NOT TELL me about it? Now that I don’t believe! She hasn’t even taken her mobile with her, nor has she got in contact with me in anyway to say she’s all right. That’s not my Lizzy, she wouldn’t do something like that.”

“I know what you mean, Max would never be as irresponsible as to not contact us to make sure everything is all right. Something’s wrong with this picture.” Isabel complains.

“Do you think they’ve been kidnapped or something? Skin’s? or the FBI?” Michael ask suddenly alert to all the possible dangerous scenarios they could be in.

“I don’t know, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit around here and wait to find out.” Maria states coming to a stand still in her pacing and looking at them.

“So…? What do we do now?”

~

“I simply cannot believe this! How could everything of gone so wrong is so short a time?” A male voice cries out and then hushes down realising those teens might be able to hear him.

“Well it was your damn brilliant idea to put the symbioant into a hybrid human, I tried warn you something would most probably go wrong! But did you listen to me? Did you hell!” I rant glancing through the window once more watching the three teens form an action plan on how to find their friends.

“Well how he hell was I to know he would ditch us and go a wall?” He shouts at me in a rage completely losing his legendary calm.

“We have no choice now, you do understand that don’t you? We’ve got to go to his friends and explain what’s happened, his in serious danger if the symbioant stays in him to long and we’ll need their help to find him.” I assert in a cool voice.

“I know! I know!” He yells burying his face in his hands. “How could it of all gone so wrong? I had everything so well planned!”

‘I REALLY hope you don’t expect me to answer that you moron.’ I think to myself turning away from him in disgust and looking back through the window listening to the end of the teen’s conversation.

~

“Well at least we can be glad they won’t do anything stupid if they really have gotten married, I mean, how much trouble could Max and Liz really get into together?” Maria says sighing and sitting down in the armchair.

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


“GOD MAX….! FUCK! Please stop!” I scream at the top of my lungs as Max continues to lap up the whipped cream that his squirted into the folds between my legs and I feel myself building up to another mind blasting orgasm.

Just as he finishes licking and sucking off the last of cream between my legs I reach my peak and let out an ear shattering screech and I feel like power plant, just as it has a nuclear explosion.

My body goes lifelessly limp, slightly jerking and spasming after the meltdown, and I’m only vaguely aware of Max sitting up between my legs and stripping off his now sweaty black silk shirt that’s clinging to the shape of his muscles.

He looks down at me, his gaze filled with raw lust and passion as he reaches for the button on his leather pants to undo it, and try as I might I can’t help but noticing the large almost painful bulge in his pants.

“I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to do this with you…” He says in a deep husky voice that seeps straight into me and I find myself melting with anticipation even though I know I shouldn’t, especially since my wrists are still tied to the bed.

‘God, I can just see the coroner’s report now,

Liz Parker: Died from being fucked to death by Max Evan’s,
She came and then she went, way to go Liz!’







posted on 9-Feb-2002 3:59:08 PM by Midnight Magi
Author’s Note



quote:

Bex... Where are you?!?!? Please come back! Your adoring public awaits...


(the spotlight suddenly gets turned on and is aimed at her little dark corner)

Hey, urm, hi... What'cha all looking at me for like that?

Oh yeah, I'm meant to be writing parts aren’t I?

Well, ya see, I can explain... urm, arh, well, there was this thing, and, it, urm.... OH OK ALREADY, I don't have an excuse, I've just been bloody lazy for the last week (or so).

I can't even put it down to writer's block since I know how all the next parts in the stories are gonna go... I haven't even had college work...

I've just been so caught up stories on the board for the last week I was torn between writing and reading... (sighs) I chose reading...

Don't worry though,
the next part of SNSSA is cumming tomorrow,
so will Max…

I would now like to blame the following stories for my lack of writing, due to my highly developed obsession with them:

Infatuation
Temptation
Undercover
Going Down
All for You


But I mean, can you actually blame me? They all get their new parts out so fast and at such high quality that you can't do anything other than stop and read, or even re-read... (sighs) And those five are only the tip of the ice burg... loads more... to many to all name here...

(realizes something else she hasn't done all week, leave feedback... darn, got even more to catch up on.)

Not to mention the fact Schurry’s been at it again and made a GREAT new graphic for SNSSA… condom included. I’ve been itching to post it with the new part, I just haven’t been bothered to write the new part. (shrugs)

(runs off back into RL with the hounds nipping at her heals to type the next sex session)

As Arny once said, I’ll be back…



*big*





posted on 10-Feb-2002 3:21:04 PM by Midnight Magi
quote:
zannyb originally wrote:
k Bex, it's tomorrow. I even waited until the afternoon to say anything. Please? You did promise to post today.



(cracks her whip)

BACK! Back I say...!

(cracks whip again)

It'll be finished before midnight... so go play with ya toes or something.


*big*



posted on 10-Feb-2002 6:52:28 PM by Midnight Magi
SNSSA2
(hats off once again to the queen of manips, damn that pic kiss ass.)



(Kay, sorry folks, I know I promised you a ‘Cumming Max’ but I had to revise the storyline in this part a bit… and I couldn’t fit that ‘detail’ into this part without it ending up being a 15 page long document. I luv ya, but I don’t luv ya that much. Don’t worry though the next part is cumming soon(as in the next 2-3 days), it’s not going to be a long wait since I’ve already started the next few paragraphs of part 8, but I’m going to get BTTDB done first.)


Previously

My body goes lifelessly limp, slightly jerking and spasming after the meltdown, and I’m only vaguely aware of Max sitting up between my legs and stripping off his now sweaty black silk shirt that’s clinging to the shape of his muscles.

He looks down at me, his gaze filled with raw lust and passion as he reaches for the button on his leather pants to undo it, and try as I might I can’t help but noticing the large almost painful bulge in his pants.

“I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to do this with you…” He says in a deep husky voice that seeps straight into me and I find myself melting with anticipation even though I know I shouldn’t, especially since my wrists are still tied to the bed.

‘God, I can just see the coroner’s report now,

Liz Parker: Died from being fucked to death by Max Evan’s,
She came and then she went, way to go Liz!’

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Part 7


Ah! Love was never yet without,
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by.

Who ne’er have loved, and loved in vain,
Can neither feel nor pity pain,
The cold repulse, the look askance,
The lightning of Love’s angry glance. ~ Lord Byron



The room seems to have become uncomfortably hot as my apprehension comes back with a roaring vengeance. My eye’s become transfixed on the taunt swell of flesh that his revealing to me and I flush causing even more heat to pour into my body as I look up and see him watching me, watching him.

“M-Max…” I stutter out not sure of what I’m trying to say.

“I truly hope for your sake your not going to try and say you ‘don’t want this’ Liz.” He says in a honey sweet voice as he softly plunges two fingers into me. “Coz from how wet you are, I know you do.”

Gulping down on a breath, I fight the urge to wriggle down on his fingers to try and force them in deeper until he removes them to continue undoing his pants.

“M-Max…” I repeat “We can’t do this.”

“Oh yes we can do this my sweet, just wait and see.”
“It’s wrong.”

“Liz, nothing wrong could feel this right.” Max says looking directly at me again, “We’re meant for one another, the sooner you learn that, the sooner the real fun will begin.”

A part of me deep down inside starts to wither when I realise what I have to do.

‘He just won’t believe that we’re over.’

(That’s because your not, you’ll never be able to truly end it with Max) My heart whispers in contradiction to what my head is saying.

‘His meant for Tess’ my mind agues.

(But his already proven he won’t have her, he wants you instead.)

‘His just in denial, o-once he realizes we’re over he’ll go to her, fulfill his destiny and his duty to his planet.’

(He’ll never believe its over, he loves you too much, and you’ll never convince him otherwise.)

‘I have no choice, the world itself is at stake if I don’t. I’ve got to do it, I’ve come this far in hurting Max, I just got to push him over that final edge.’

(That final edge is a longer drop than you think I bet, and if he does go, he’ll most probably take you along with him.)

I swallow as I watch him pull off those tight leather pants, seeing his not wearing any underwear. I turn my head to the side in embarrassment, surprised I can still feel embarrassment knowing the wanton way I’m spread out before him right now with my wrists still firmly bound to the bedposts.

(You can’t do it, you don’t have the guts to hurt him that much, you know it will destroy him.)

‘I have no choice.’

(Sounding like a broken record player much?)

‘Breaking his heart… is…. worth it… He’ll be better off in the long run without me anyways, I’ve only ever got him into danger from the day he saved me, the sheriff, the FBI, the Skins, he takes to many risks for me… His better off without me.’

(Say that again like you mean it this time.)

‘I’m doing it, I have to break his heart.’

(It won’t break his heart, it’ll kill him. You’ve seen into his soul, you know how much he love’s you. You’ll kill off the part of him you love so much if you do this, and only a shell will remain.)

‘So be it, I have no other choice.’

I sharply turn my head back to face him, blocking out my internal war as I feel him run his finger tips down my tummy is soft strokes. Then I see it, and I stifle back a cry when I see it, after all I’ve said, after all his done, there’s still so much love in his eyes for me, pouring out towards me, begging me to accept him, and for moment as our eyes connect all I see is a lost boy, pleading with me to love him, and let him love me.

It can never be.

“L-Liz…” He says in a whisper that’s lost its smugness and confidence, “I love y…”

“I don’t want you Max.” I say in the harshest voice I can mange in an attempt to stop what his saying, knowing I won’t be able to do what I’ve got to do now if he does.

He doesn’t even bother to hide the pain on his face at that moment, and I feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces as I block out that look from my mind.

“I’ve never truly wanted you. I-I was just thankful that you saved my life, I was able to ignore your looks at first while I was with Kyle, but after we broke up you went into over drive with the big puppy dog eyes look that I felt so sorry for you. I-I felt obligated…”

“Obligated?” Max hisses out in anger, the rage now pouring off him like a waterfall. Turning my head away from him I focus on the dark green lampshade off to the side of the bed and continue on blindly trying to block out the words even from my own ears.

“I mean, it’s not as if it was horrible dating an alien and all, we had some pretty fun times now and again, but honestly, Max, did you actually think I wanted anything more with you? Your nice and all but…” Chocking a little on my next words I fight back the tears that are threatening to spill out onto my cheeks.

Then I go in for the kill.

“Why would I want a freak like you Max when I could have a normal guy?”

I hear something, a horrible sound, something like a dying animal in pain might make, but I block it out, I block it all out as I continue.

“I mean it’s not like I could ever be safe with you? There’ll always be something or someone hunting you down, FBI, Skin’s, etc… that will end up hunting me as well.”

My fingers claw around into tight little fists, the nails digging so deep into my palm that their most probably drawing blood. I don’t care though, I don’t care about anything anymore, I’m about to truly lose my Max forever.

“And like, what about kids huh? I’d most probably end up with a three-eyed baby with gray skin. I can just hear the line from the Men In Black movie now, ‘Congratulations, it’s a Squid’. And for that matter, who’s to say we’re even compatible to produce offspring? I’m not sure what’s worse, a mutant baby or no baby at all. Then there’s the fact that….”

“STOP!” Max bellows and I turn my head back to look at him, instantly wishing I hadn’t as I see the trails of tears pouring down his cheeks.

Suddenly I forget all I was trying to do as I see the slight tremble go through his frame as he tries to come to terms with what I’ve said. “Max… I…”

“So that’s why you Fucked Kyle? Just so you could have a normal life, so you could get me out of your life? So that one day you might have a normal kid?

Bullshit Liz… I… I would happily die for you, and you can’t even stand to be in my presence?!?!”

“Max…” I say as a solitary tear rolls down my cheek.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He roars, with such wrath that I instantly go still. “What? I’m not good enough for you? Everything we had was just a lie? A ‘good time’? Screw that Liz, I know you, I know what we had, it was ‘Real’ no matter what you say…” He says taking a strained gulp, “I just can’t believe you had sex with Kyle to prove a point! Well, if that’s what it takes, then maybe sex with you will prove my point as well.” He says in a menacingly cruel voice letting his fingers roughly dig into my hip as he starts to lay down between my legs getting into a position to enter me in one thrust.

“Max… P-Please… don’t do this, you can’t, please….!” I plead with him, sending him a look of desperation.

“Give me one good reason why the fuck I shouldn’t Liz?” He yells, with pure hatred dripping from his voice.

“I didn’t have sex with Kyle. I’m still a virgin.”
























(LOL, you thought it was the end of that part didn’t you? Didn’t you? HeHeHe… I’m evil and proud of it!)

evilsmiley



“What?” Max croaks out in a strained voice.

“I didn’t have sex with Kyle.” I repeat.

“Could of fucking fooled me.” Max says, his voice once again dripping with venom. “I guess I didn’t see you two lying in bed naked together.”

“You saw what I wanted you to see Max.” I say noting already that he doesn’t believe a word of it. “I tried to convince you that we were over in the office, but you just kissed me and offered me the Gomez concert tickets, I tried to convince you again that we were over when I visited your room, hell I even gave you a damned example with ‘The Tragedy of Romeo & Juliet’ speech, but it was like it went in one ear and out the other.

I-I was s-so desperate to get you to realise that we were over that I went to the extreme of asking Kyle to fake the sex scene with me, hell, I was wearing a towel and he was still wearing his jeans under the cover.”

“Bullshit Liz, stop fucking lying to me, there’s no way you knew I was coming, let alone that I would arrive in time to see you two like that.”

“But I did though, I knew you were going to turn up, I knew that you would be there at that time….” Seeing that he doesn’t believe me I continue on “J-just like I knew you had a condom in your back pocket when you arrived on my balcony that night.” The shock that registers on his face at that moment would almost be comical if not for the serious situation that we were in right then.

“I had ask Kyle to fake the scene with me coz I knew that you wouldn’t give up unless something that extreme happened, but it seems that even that hasn’t worked.” I say forcing some disgust into my tone gesturing to my bound hands.

“Y-You, you don’t want me anywhere near you so much that you’d result to doing something like that, just to Hurt Me?” He asks in a pained voice, full of rejection, hurt, and disbelief.

Sucking in my breath agonizingly, I say almost in a whisper, “Yes.” and watch as his face contorts in pain.

After that moment nothing is said, the silence seems to go on forever, slowly drowning me in its hush. He just continues to lean over me, between my legs staring into my eyes with an unreadable look, propped up on his elbows either side of my head. His flesh though, parts pressed firmly against me, the skin so hot, and his sent, that beautiful rich sent that is Max, is overwhelming. I can’t help but feel the ache between my thighs start again, swiftly increasing in intensity with every second that passes. It would be so easy, just to lift my hips up slightly and press against him to relieve the aching. Then the silence is broken by his voice in a harsh tone.

“Like I said before Liz, ‘we’re meant for one another, the sooner you learn that, the sooner the real fun will begin.’

For now though, I’ll settle for a good fuck.”











posted on 5-May-2002 3:26:13 PM by Midnight Magi
Previously

“I had ask Kyle to fake the scene with me coz I knew that you wouldn’t give up unless something that extreme happened, but it seems that even that hasn’t worked.” I say forcing some disgust into my tone gesturing to my bound hands.

“Y-You, you don’t want me anywhere near you so much that you’d result to doing something like that, just to Hurt Me?” He asks in a pained voice, full of rejection, hurt, and disbelief.

Sucking in my breath agonizingly, I say almost in a whisper, “Yes.” and watch as his face contorts in pain.

After that moment nothing is said, the silence seems to go on forever, slowly drowning me in its hush. He just continues to lean over me, between my legs staring into my eyes with an unreadable look, propped up on his elbows either side of my head. His flesh though, parts pressed firmly against me, the skin so hot, and his sent, that beautiful rich sent that is Max, is overwhelming. I can’t help but feel the ache between my thighs start again, swiftly increasing in intensity with every second that passes. It would be so easy, just to lift my hips up slightly and press against him to relieve the aching. Then the silence is broken by his voice in a harsh tone.

“Like I said before Liz, ‘we’re meant for one another, the sooner you learn that, the sooner the real fun will begin.’

For now though, I’ll settle for a good fuck.”

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Part 8

“Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
A feeling from the Godhead caught,
To wean from self each sordid thought;
I grant my love imperfect, all
That mortals by the name miscall;
Then deem it evil, what thou wilt;
But say, oh say, here was not guilt!” ~ Lord Byron



A Greek God would feel inadequate in comparison to Max right now.

Kneeling before me between my legs, muscles twitching in anticipation, while his manhood stands proud and tall, very tall, with a girth so thick I wonder how the hell he expects it to fit inside me. Reaching over to the bedside unit he takes something out and for a moment I’m confused about what it is until I see the outline of the tell tale rubber ring. Removing it from its packaging he slides the latex smoothly over his thick shaft and then glances down at me with a smirk, his eye’s glinting mischievously.

Caressing the black silk fabric of my dress which has risen up all the way past my breasts due to his ministrations, quickly he snaps the thin spaghetti straps and slides the garment off my body leaving us both completely naked on the bed, me though with the obvious disadvantage of being still tied to the bed posts.

“Max…” I whisper, not sure what I’m trying to say to him, what can I say after what I uttered only a few minuets ago.

His ignoring me though I think, refusing to hear anything more. ‘God I didn’t want it to be like this’ I cry inwardly. ‘I love him, I love him with all my heart, but now he thinks I never even wanted him, that I thought he was just some scientific curiosity that got my interest and had some fun times with.’

That notion alone is enough to cut at me deeply like sharp knives. ‘It’s NOT fair! It’s Not! His mine, I don’t want to give him up, and I don’t know if I could stand living after his gone, knowing he believes what I told him.’

My thoughts are cut short though as I feel him lean down and pepper small kisses from my belly button upwards, slowly lowering himself upon me more and more the higher up my body he gets, until his grazing burning hot kisses along my jaw line with his full weight pressing me deeply down into the mattress.

The moment I feel the tip of his cock brush against my folds every reason about why I shouldn’t do this flees my mind, and I decided to deal with the consequences later, whatever those consequences are.

A small moan escapes my lips as his caresses my slick entrance again with his manhood, as he slowly pushes an inch or so into me I allow my head to drop back letting the pleasure his causing me to grow with each passing second. Needing to touch him I struggle with the silk restraints that are holding my wrist tightly against the headboard, a small groan of frustration escapes my lips, I had almost forgotten that they were there.

“Max?”

He looks down at me his face a mixture of to many emotions for me to understand.

“Please… Remove these.” I say sincerely tugging again at the restraints. “I don’t want my first time to be some warped bondage gig… Let me be able to touch you.” For a moment his face goes cool and expressionless, his body stopping it’s descent into mine. Seconds tick by without him moving a muscle and I’m sure that any moment his going to carry on and ignore my comment.

Then though, a instant later his reaching up one of his strong arms and placing his hand over the fused fabric, a golden glow like before spills out from under his hand and a second later the fabric is falling down around my wrist. He repeats the task on my other arm and finally looks back down at me, the expression on his face is heart wrenching. It’s the kind of look you might see on a child that has just been offered candy and expects it to be snatch back from them the moment they go to reach for it.

You can just imagine his surprise then when my arms drift around his neck pulling his upper body closer down on to mine, and when my hips jerk upward slightly causing him to become buried about half and inch deeper inside me.

He closes his eyes letting out a slow moan of pleasure, before looking back down at me. Even if I can’t show my love for him mentally or verbally, then at least I can love him with my body. For a moment he looks like his about to say something, but then decides not to, instead he slides deeper into me reaching my maiden hood. One of his hands drifts round to the small of my back as I feel him withdraw a little ready to break through, preparing myself for the pain I’m surprised when seconds later his fully in me and yet I felt no pain of entry, very stretched, and slightly uncomfortable, but no pain.

I’m then aware of the warmth on the small of my back starting to fade and realise he must of healed me instantly so that I didn’t feel any pain.

“Thank you…”I murmur only barely loud enough for him to hear. He looks at me for another moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss, and then slowly he starts to thrust tenderly into me, as the kiss becomes more heated so does the thrusting, sending waves of bliss through my body causing my hips to join him in movement encouraging him deeper within me.

Gripping into his shoulder blades I ride each current of ecstasy as it hits me, losing track of all time and surroundings, the only important thing is him, to be consumed by him and vice versa. The beginning of my orgasm hits and I burry my head in his shoulder as it triggers his release within me. A blinding white light explodes behind my eyes as I peak and a connection like no connection I ever felt with him is formed. It goes beyond anything as simple as memories and feelings, which normally happen when we connect,

But this, this is surreal, perfection, I can feel a part of his soul sliding into mine and a slice of mine merging with his.

My last conscious thought is an echo of what future Max told me

‘things between us were cemented.’

But is that a metaphor for something else as well?






posted on 2-Nov-2002 4:39:37 PM by Midnight Magi
Previously

Gripping into his shoulder blades I ride each current of ecstasy as it hits me, losing track of all time and surroundings, the only important thing is him, to be consumed by him and vice versa. The beginning of my orgasm hits and I burry my head in his shoulder as it triggers his release within me. A blinding white light explodes behind my eyes as I peak and a connection like no connection I ever felt with him is formed. It goes beyond anything as simple as memories and feelings, which normally happen when we connect,

But this, this is surreal, perfection, I can feel a part of his soul sliding into mine and a slice of mine merging with his.

My last conscious thought is an echo of what future Max told me

‘things between us were cemented.’

But is that a metaphor for something else as well?


!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Part 9


Without one friend to hear my woe,
I faint, I die beneath the blow.
That Love had arrows well I knew;
Alas! I find them poison’d too. ~ Lord Byron





I don’t move.

I won’t move.

If I move, he’ll know I’m awake.

If he knows I’m awake, then this wonderful moment will be over and I’ll have to come back to reality to face the consequences.

So I seek to prolong the moment.

His fingertips continue to gently brush up and down my shoulder blade slowly sending delicious sensations down my spine. With his other arm wrapped firmly around the curve of my back pressing me to him I revel in the feeling of being against the firm muscles of his body.

Fighting the temptation to bury my face deeper into the arc his neck, knowing that doing such a thing would alert him to my conscious state, I try and think of a way out of this situation. A way to make Max realise we can’t be together, a way to make him concede and take us back to Roswell.

The fact my body, heart and soul, fight against my mind tooth and claw at these thoughts isn’t helping. ‘Traitorous flesh’ I think as my body starts to react once again to Max’s gentle ministrations.

‘How am I to think of a way out of this situation if a part of me is so happy to stay exactly the way I am right now?’ My silent question goes unanswered and I realise fate has a really fucked up sense of humor.

‘At least things can’t get any worse.’

“Are you going to pretend that your asleep all night my sweet?”

‘Things just got worse.’

“Or do I need to awaken you from your fictitious sleep Liz?” Max asks in a silky smooth voice, gliding his hand down to stroke the flesh of my thigh, lightly moving my leg so that it’s hooked over his legs.

“M-Max…” I start to stutter not knowing what I should say.

“Don’t waste your breath trying to make me let you go Liz, coz it’s not going to happen, your mine now, and I’m not letting you go.” He says in an unwavering voice clutching me harder against him.

I fight the temptation to flinch at his words. ‘What has happened to him, what has happened to my Max. How could everything have gone so wrong.’

“Max, w-why are you doing this?” I ask waiting for a reply. When I don’t receive one I continue on, “Max you know people are going to start looking for us sooner or later. Our parents will be freaking out, the gang will be worried sick, most probably thinking with run into skins or something…”

“Liz my sweet, running into skins was exactly what we were doing earlier, or more correctly pounding…”

“MAX STOP IT!” I snap trying to sit up out of his grasp and only succeeding partially. “Why are you acting like this, the Max that I know….”

“THE MAX YOU KNOW WHAT LIZ?!?! That Max you know let’s you walk all over him. Lets you backstab, cheat, and lie to him.”

Swallowing a painful gasp I say very slowly in a strained voice, “I didn’t cheat on you Max. I would think that you should’ve figured that out from ‘what we were doing earlier’.”

Staying silent for a moment I feel his muscles tense up and I dare to steal glance at his face. ‘Big mistake.’

“Yes about that, I was rather surprised to discover that you really were still a virgin, in reality I thought that was just another one of your filthy lies when you said you didn’t sleep with Kyle. Doesn’t matter either way though you understand, we’re together now and I’m not letting you go again, that’s all that matters.”

“Max, You Can’t Just Keep Me Here! The others will…”

“LIZ GET THIS THROUGH YOUR DAMN SKULL, I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE OTHERS. I DON’T CARE ABOUT OUR PARENTS, AND I WILL KEEP YOU HERE FOR AS LONG AS I WANT!” He shouts tightening his grip to an almost painful amount around my body.

“No one will ever find this place Liz, trust me on that, it’s privately rented and in the middle of no where. No one can track me to it since I created a fake ID to rent it, and I paid for the first couple of weeks in cash.”

“In cash” I stammer in shock trying to mentally work out in my head how much this luxurious cabin must have cost.

“Yeah, it’s amazing what these alien powers of mine can change one dollar notes into.” Loosening his grip around me he quickly shifts us before I know it so that I’m laying on my back with him next to me on his side propped up on one muscular elbow.

“Liz your just going to have to understand that you belong to me now, you should consider yourself very lucky that you were still a virgin, I had some quite delectable punishments planned which I was going to inflict on you at some point during the next few days for betraying me. Not that you wouldn’t have enjoyed them I’m sure.” He murmurs softly not breaking eye contact with me for a second.

“Since you didn’t act like some cheap street slut though like I thought you had we can move past that part of your education, or at least save them till you do something disobedient enough to warrant some discipline my sweet.”

I fight off the tremor of anticipation as he gently strokes the flesh between the valley of my breast all the way down to my abdomen leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. “Max you can’t keep me here.” I plead.

“Oh yes I can Liz.”

Leaning down closer to my ear he whispers in a husky voice, “Your mine, I’m the first man to ever have you,” Pressing his now hardened cock into the side of my thigh to make a point he carries on. “And I can fucking promise you that I’ll be the last and only person that you’ll ever have thrusting between your legs Liz. Any other man that even ever tries to touch you in the future I’ll beat into a bloody pulp, that’s ‘if’ I ever let you out in public again though.”

Leaning down he starts peppering kisses down my jaw line until reaching my left breast and latching on to the nipple there sucking and nibbling gently on it.

‘What have I gotten myself into,

Now I know what Alice felt like when she fell down the rabbit whole.’







Author Note:


1) I posted, the first time in bloody months, I actually posted a new part. Is this going to become a regular theme once again? I hope so with any luck! I’ve set myself a quota of 1 update per week, which I hope to stick to. Unfortunately for fan’s of my Roswell fics this also could include other TV show fanfic(ie. Farscape, Smallville, etc…).

2) Sorry about the delay for posting this part but I’ve also been working the storyline for a new mini series fanfiction to do purely with ‘Farscape’. I’ve been all fired up about it due to the evil SciFi channel canceling the season five for no good reason. (Sorry, but since Roswell’s dead, I’m fighting tooth and claw for Farscape to survive.)

3) Just as a note to all, after this weekend my site should be fully functionally after I upload the last bit’s and bob’s on Sunday. So after that point I’ll be posting updates at my site first and a couple of days later I’ll posting them here.:D Indagator


Stay Tuned…

Bex…