posted on 3-Feb-2002 7:44:29 PM by TaffyCat
Author: Taffy
E-Mail: sstuller⊕inreach.com
Title: Chant Down Babylon..aka Nekkid Max
Category: M/L
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just borrowing them. Promise to return them only slightly used.
Notes:
This actually started as speculation for the upcoming episode Chant Down Babylon scheduled to air Feb.26 in the US. It is written tongue-in-cheek. It is not meant to be a serious story, it pokes fun at various characters, it has snarky comments, and should not be read by those that take offense easily. There are references that pertain to posts from the M/L Spoiler thread at FF, which I'm leaving in because I'm too lazy to edit them out. I may or may not continue it but in any case it will end when the episode airs.

Enjoy!

Chant Down Babylon Spec from FF….

Part I

Old coot manages to steal Max's body away only to find it dies with him, leaving Max with no choice but to inhabit the old coot's body.
While Max is sort of influx in the old coot's bod he needs something to focus on in order to stay put in the new/old bod and that would be Liz and what he would have really liked to have done back in SH.
As he replays his fantasy (and our's) SH, he becomes aroused and opens his eyes...to Merris.
Horror stricken his...arousal wanes. Merris tries to, uh, comfort him, but that freaks him out even more.
Now, he's still not quite...anchored properly to this new/old bod. It's already grown young again and changed to look like our S1 Maxie (what, if you're going to fix everything, why not that? Besides maybe JB spent time at Mom & Grandma's over the Holidays and who doesn't pack on a few pounds then? now where was I???) Oh, so, uh materially speaking the package is all um, complete and in good working order, but emotionally and mentally he's still needs a little help, and that ain't from Merris. As she tries to further, uh, comfort him, he really freaks.
And this is where he jumps out the window nekkid and runs for his life through Roswell, nekkid...of course by this time it's night time and he keeps to the alley ways and such because he knows Merris is looking for him. He's scared and confused, he sees the Crashdown sign and remembers it from his fantasy, but it's closed (good thing too, don't know what Pa Parker would do if he saw a nekkid Max standing there, 'specially if Pa Parker still had that meat cleaver in hand like in the bebitched picture... now back to the spec), so our scared and nekkid Maxie goes around back and finds Liz's ladder. Climbing up, he's shivering (yes, it does actually get cold in California), he see Liz sitting there on her bed. She's had gotten back from Vermont only to be told that Max had been killed, she doesn't believe it because she can still feel his presence. Her parents don't know what's wrong with her or why she's back, she just wants to be left alone to cry. She hears the tapping on the window and looks over in disbelief. She had finally gotten a lock on her bedroom door, so she goes and locks the door then goes and lets our poor confused, lost, shivering S1 Maxie in....should I continue?

Part II

Previously on Taffy's Roswell...

She had finally gotten a lock on her bedroom door, so she goes and locks the door then goes and lets our poor confused, lost, shivering S1 Maxie in....should I continue?

She helps him in through the window, he shivering so hard he can barely stand. The moment she touched him, she knew it was him and it started a fire burning in her. She can't help but cast a glance "down below", she scowles and hopes that he improves as he warms up (what? I said he was cold, didn't I?)She helps him to her bed and slightly reluctantly wraps him in her blankets on the bed. She starts to go get more blankets as he's still shivering, but he latches onto her hand and won't let go. He looks at her. Her heart just melts, he's so scared and helpless. Thru chattering teeth. "Liz, pppleeasse. I...I nnneed yyyou, dddon't gggooo." She slides into the blankets with him, adding her heat to his. As her hands rub all along him, trying to warm him, she smiles as she feels him starting to improve...be back soon, need more wine.

Part III

Previously on Taffy's Roswell...

She slides into the blankets with him, adding her heat to his. As her hands rub all along him, trying to warm him, she smiles as she feels him starting to improve...be back soon, need more wine.

While still trembling, he snuggles into her warmth. He lays his head on her soft breast, seeking comfort. She wraps her arms around him, holding him tight, feeling the tremors that are wracking his body still. She kisses his forehead, reassuring herself that it is really him, "Oh God Max, they told me I lost you, but I knew... I knew it wasn't true. You couldn't be gone because I could feel you, just like I can now, in my arms." while clinging to her as if his life depends on it, "I.. ddon't kknow what hhhaapppened. I... ddon't kknooow anyttthing annymorrre. I only know you, Liz, just you, hold me, pppllleeassse."...

Part IV

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell….

while clinging to her as if his life depends on it, "I.. ddon't kknow what hhhaapppened. I... ddon't kknooow anyttthing annymorrre. I only know you, Liz, just you, hold me, pppllleeassse."...

She holds him closer and kisses him again, “Sshhh. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” She can feel his body starting to relax as the tremors die down. She looks at him, runs her hand through his hair as he drifts off to sleep, safe in his love’s arms. She watches him sleep for a long while, she cannot, not touch him. She needs it to reassure herself that he is really alive, and…complete. Running her hand long the side of his…she gets a flash ***she’s in the observatory, watching him and…Tess. They’re arguing. She wants them to be together. He’s confused and says he feels ill, that he has a headache and should go. As he turns to leave, Liz catches a glimpse of Tess, straining, eyes closed. Suddenly Max turns back around to Tess *** flash ends. Realization hits her {Oh my God! Tess mindwarped him!}…more later, too early to start drinking just yet ;)

Part V

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

As he turns to leave, Liz catches a glimpse of Tess, straining, eyes closed. Suddenly Max turns back around to Tess *** flash ends. Realization hits her {Oh my God! Tess mindwarped him!}…more later, too early to start drinking just yet ;)

She holds onto him tightly as she mulls over the implications {he didn’t want her, she…she forced him to…to…my God, she raped him? And he never knew, it was all a mindwarp.}. His slight moan alerts her to the fact that she’s been squeezing him too tightly, “Oh, oh, sorry. Oh Max.” she tells the still sleeping Max in her arms. She looks over to her nightstand and tries to reach her cell phone. She barely is able to get it with her fingertips. Being careful not to wake her sleeping alien, she speed dials the number. “You missed me, leave your number, you know the drill….beep.”, in hushed tones, “Michael, Michael, pick up…Michael?”. No answer, she hangs up and tries the first number on her speed dial. Hearing a very sleepy, “Hello”. Excitedly, “Maria, Maria, listen. Go get Michael. Have him bring some of Max’s clothes over to my place, but don’t let anyone see him, tell him to come up on my balcony. Tell him to hurry but be quiet.” Maria is now fully awake, still thinking her friend is not in her right mind since she keeps insisting Max is alive, trying to be easy on her, “Babe, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I mean Michael is really taking this hard. He hasn’t been able to go back home since…” getting choked up herself, “Liz, hun, he’s staying at Isabel and Jessie’s place, there’s just too much of…of Max’s stuff at his place.” As Liz’s love moves around a little, she smile as she enjoys how he repositions himself in his sleep, coming back to reality and her friend, “No, no Maria you don’t understand. He’s here… with me. He’s asleep in my arms, in my bed.” Maria bolts upright in her own bed upon hearing this, “What’s he doing in your bed? Wait, Liz, are you sure it’s him, not some other alien, like a shapeshifter?” “Maria, it’s him. I know it. I feel it… just go get Michael.” As her friend hangs up to go help her, she gently pulls the blankets back up over his shoulder, before she slides down a little underneath them, er, him… to, uh, snuggle a little better…

Part VI

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

As her friend hangs up to go help her, she gently pulls the blankets back up over his shoulder, before she slides down a little underneath them, er, him… to, uh, snuggle a little better…

As Michael and Maria are about to climb up Liz’s ladder, “This ain’t good. I tell ya I saw him turn to dust. She’s must’ve snapped. No way is he there.”. Turning to her sometimes boyfriend, “Michael, she says he is and I think she would know who she’s in bed with. Come on, we’re talking alien crap. Max coming back from the dead isn’t any weirder than flying saucers, shapeshifters, alien glowing thingies sticking out of billboards making everyone disappear, or I know, how about those bad ass dupes of yours, yeah, Max coming back from the dead, why not?”, grabbing the bag of clothes from him, she heads up the ladder. She pauses as she gets to Liz’s window at the sight inside, Max curled up in Liz’s arms sound asleep, Liz holding him, gently kissing him. Getting choked up, “Oh God it’s true, he is alive.” Michael is crouched at the window, looking at the same thing, getting misty eyed at the sight of a lost friend coming back to them, clearing his throat, “Never doubted her for a minute.” He lightly knocks on the window before opening it up…Hmmm, had to limit Baileys to one glass tonight, too much sugar :D

Part VII

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

Michael is crouched at the window, looking at the same thing, getting misty eyed at the sight of a lost friend coming back to them, clearing his throat, “Never doubted her for a minute.” He lightly knocks on the window before opening it up…

Coming in through the window, Michael can’t help but stare at his friend, who is just now starting to wake up a little, it’s a sight he had never thought he would see again, his friend alive and well. Clearing his throat, but keeping his voice down so as not to alert the parental units, “Maxwell, Maxwell, man what the hell happened to you. One minute you’re dust and now…”. He’s still kind of droggy and needs some more rest. He looks around in confusion and for a moment he starts to panic, that is until he feels Liz’s comforting touch on him. He looks into her eyes for confirmation that everything is alright then turns back to the new arrivals. He studies them for a moment before answering, “I don’t know. I don’t remember…anything.” Michael can’t believe it, “Are you telling me that you came back from the dead and you don’t remember it?” Max thinks for a moment, “No, not just that…who are you?”… um, sorry about not getting this up sooner, but I did do 3 chapters to TMF instead, does that count? More after Sex in the City, it goes so well with Baileys and can be so inspirational sometimes.

Part VIII

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

Michael can’t believe it, “Are you telling me that you came back from the dead and you don’t remember it?” Max thinks for a moment, “No, not just that…who are you?”…

Maria’s flabbergasted, “You don’t know him or me? You seem to know Liz pretty well there.” He’s not sure how to explain it, “I saw her…I remember her and that sign “Crashdown” and…and…” Maria is on the edge of her seat (figuratively speaking), “Yeah, and…and…go on, what else?” Looking at everyone, earnestly, “And strawberries.” Michael, who’s totally confused by that one, “What? Dude, you really aren’t right in the head.” Maria, standing there with her mouth hanging open, she has a flashback to a couple of years ago when she almost caught her friends and how it all started with…strawberries, “Oh…My…Freakin’…God!” Liz can’t help the slight smile and giggle, but tries to stay serious, “OK, guys we’ve got to get him out of here. My parents find him here and we’re toast.” Michael, “Ok, we take him back to my place.” Max scowls, “Your place? Will that lady be looking for me there?” Michael’s confused again, “What lady?” Max, “Older one, she kept saying that I was her husband.” Maria rolls her eyes and says to the ceiling, “Oh God, not another one!”….hehehe, I just couldn’t resist that one, and yeah, I did have a glass of Baileys while watching Carry and Company.

Part IX

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

Max scowls, “Your place? Will that lady be looking for me there?” Michael’s confused again, “What lady?” Max, “Older one, she kept saying that I was her husband.” Maria rolls her eyes and says to the ceiling, “Oh God, not another one!”….
Max looks at Maria confused. Liz, taking control of the situation, “Maria, stop. Max, we have to get you someplace safe, my parents cannot find you here, especially…um, nekkid.” Michael raises his eyebrow at that, “Wait a minute, when you said to bring clothes, I thought, I thought…Max, how did you get here?” Looking very innocent, “I ran.” Maria, “You ran…through the streets…nekkid? Max, did anyone, uh, see you?” Max isn’t sure what the fuss is about, “I’m not sure. It was dark and I tried to stay hidden since I’m sure that lady was following me.” He can’t help the yawn, his new/old body isn’t quite up to snuff, yet, “Sorry, I’m not totally together, yet.” Liz whispers to herself, “Can’t wait to see him when he is.” She smiles sweetly as Max looks at her confused, “OK, Maria hand those clothes over so he can get dressed.” She frowns as she slides out of the warm bed, “Come one Maria, let’s you and I go into the bathroom so he can have a little privacy while dressing. Maria smirks at that, “Yeah Babe, like you hadn’t been checkin’ it out underneath the sheets.” Liz looks at her shocked and adamantly proclaims, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”…Taffy says, yeah, right. More soon, oh and thanks for all the Bailey’s wishes, is Hotspur adding it to the Denial Land Bar soon?

Part X

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

“Come one Maria, let’s you and I go into the bathroom so he can have a little privacy while dressing. Maria smirks at that, “Yeah Babe, like you hadn’t been checkin’ it out underneath the sheets.” Liz looks at her shocked and adamantly proclaims, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”…

With Max finally dressed, they head out the window, across the balcony and down the ladder. Max is still a bit woozy and needed a little help from Michael, especially getting down the ladder, as he’s getting in the back seat of the sort of familier looking red Jetta, “So where are we going?”. They all pause and look at each other, then all eyes turn on Liz, “What? How should I know?”, as they continue to stare, “Ok, Ok, how about this, let’s head over to Isabel’s, but check it out first, see if anyone is there that shouldn’t be there.” As Michael starts the engine, Max turns to Liz, “Who’s Isabel?”. Liz, “You’re sister, you’re very close to her.” Max is surprised by this, “I am? Why?”. Maria mutters to herself, “That’s what we’d all like to know.”…hmmm, you know, I blew it, Max isn’t nekkid anymore, damnit! I’ll just need to fix that.

Part XI

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

As Michael starts the engine, Max turns to Liz, “Who’s Isabel?”. Liz, “You’re sister, you’re very close to her.” Max is surprised by this, “I am? Why?”. Maria mutters to herself, “That’s what we’d all like to know.”…hmmm, you know, I blew it, Max isn’t nekkid anymore, damnit! I’ll just need to fix that.

They sit outside Isabel and Jessie’s apartment, trying to make sure the coast is clear. Maria turns around to her friends in the back, “Liz, how’s he doing?”. Liz looks down at her alien with his head in her lap, sleeping. She covers him with a blanket to keep him warm and strokes his hair as he slumbers, “He’s back out again. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, he keeps crashing on me.”. In the driver’s seat, with the back of his hand he smacks Maria on her arm to get her attention, “Hey, hey, check it out. That car over there, I know I’ve seen those two goons that are sitting in it before at Metachem.” Liz, as they all stare out at the car, “Well, scratch that. The problem is I have no idea how long he’s going to be out like this. Someone is going to have to take care of him. We can’t just leave him alone like this.” Maria, “Hmm too bad we can’t take him home to Mom.” Liz looks up at her friend, “Why not? It’s the last place they’d look, right?”. Michael, “Why not? Are you forgetting that he has the just came back from the dead and can’t remember anything problem?”. Liz smiles down at him as her hand wanders underneath the blanket and begins to rub his back and maybe a little farther south, “No I haven’t forgotten anything. I have a plan, listen up…..” …..tsk, tsk, imagine that Liz being a little naughty….a girl’s just gotta have fun! Hmmm, damn that ½ bottle of wine was good, too bad someone beat me to the other ½.


Part XII

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

Liz smiles down at him as her hand wanders underneath the blanket and begins to rub his back and maybe a little farther south, “No I haven’t forgotten anything. I have a plan, listen up…..”

Max was barely awake and very confused as they head towards the neat and comfortable Spanish style house. Liz was still trying to prep him about what they were planning and what he should and shouldn’t say, “So Max, you understand? You were in an accident on the way to see me in Vermont. You hit your head and couldn’t remember anything except me and eventually, my cell number. We came and got you. You’re going to be alright but you need a little help and who better than Mom for that, right?” He’s still not sure what’s going on, “I…I guess so. Was I really in an accident?” As Liz sighs in exasperation, Maria comments, “The boy’s a little dense, huh?” Liz turns to her friend, “Maria, that wasn’t nice, he can’t help it.” Turning back to Max, she runs through it again, adding “And above all else, don’t let them see you use your powers or let it slip that you’re an alien.” Max looks at her shocked, “I’m an alien?” Maria rolls her eyes, hits her forehead with her hand and looks up as she proclaims, “Dense as a plank.” – :D in honor of jjac’s title! Sorry those damn pictures tonight lead me astray from my nekkid Max, but I’ll keeping looking until I find him again, no worries ;)

Part XIII

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

“And above all else, don’t let them see you use your powers or let it slip that you’re an alien.” Max looks at her shocked, “I’m an alien?” Maria rolls her eyes, hits her forehead with her hand and looks up as she proclaims, “Dense as a plank.”

The pounding at the back door in the middle of the night was met by Philip Evans in his bathrobe, looking confused then worried, very worried when he sees the 4 teens standing there, “This can’t be good.” Diane is right behind him, also in her robe and immediately notices that something’s wrong with her son, “Max, are you ok?” Max, looking confused and lost, is afraid to open his mouth because he can’t quite remember all that Liz had been telling him to say and not to say and looks to Liz for help. Liz steps right up to the plate to bat, “Mrs. Evans, Mr. Evans, we need your help, Max needs your help. You’re right, he’s not ok; he’s been in an accident.” This causes a classic parental reaction, Diane grabs her son, startling the crap out of him, hugs him, looks him over for obvious signs of injury, hugs him again then, “Honey, what happened, where does it hurt?” Max isn’t sure what to do, he remembers running from an older lady not too long ago and now Liz and his friends seem to have delivered him right into the hands of another one, but this one does seem different somehow, stammering, “Uh…I, uh, I’m not sure what happened, I can’t remember…anything.” Philip is as concerned as any parent would be and can clearly see that Max seems confused and kind of out of it, “Max, what do you mean you can’t remember?” Max is at a loss for words as are the others, Liz once again helps him out, “He hit his head; He was on his way to visit me when we think someone tried to rob him and hit him on the head. He can’t remember anything, but it’s starting to come back a little at a time. He eventually remembered my cell number and me. I got the call and we all went to go get him.” Diane hugs him again and keeps him close to her. Looking into his confused eyes, “Oh my God! Oh Honey, do…do you know who I am?” Max looks wildly about for a moment in panic and finely spots Michael silently mouthing “MOM” to him, “Mom, you’re Mom…aren’t you?” – Ok, so he’s still clothed, but a scared, confused, lost Maxie being taken care of by his Mommy just seemed so “awwwwww” to me. No worries though, Liz will be getting her Nekkid Max back real soon. ;)
BTW, hotspur or hotspurs’ ghost which ever is tending bar….I’m out of Baileys!…so, oh baaarrrrr keeep, over here, please :D

Part XIV

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

“Oh my God! Oh Honey, do…do you know who I am?” Max looks wildly about for a moment in panic and finely spots Michael silently mouthing “MOM” to him, “Mom, you’re Mom…aren’t you?”

Diane looks to her husband with concern, “Maybe we should take him to the hospital?” With her arms around his shoulders, she directs him to a kitchen chair, “Here Honey, sit down.” Philip coming over and viewing his son critically, “Max, what’s the first thing you remember?” Max thinks for a minute then looks over at Liz and smiles a little, “Strawberries” and then yawns as another wave of sleep threatens again. Liz, as Max’s parents look at each other, “He, uh, he’ll be fine after he gets some rest. He’s pretty tired.” Diane shakes her head, “No, he should go to the hospital. He could have a concussion. We can’t take the chance.” Liz, thinking fast, “but we’ve already took him to one of those emergency clinics. They, uh, they said he might have a slight one and he should get plenty of rest and uh…” trying to think of what you’re supposed to do when someone has a concussion, “and to wake him every two hours to make sure he’s ok. That’s why we brought him home, so someone could watch him.” Philip watches his son rub his eyes, “I think he should get to bed”, then turning to the other kids, “thanks you guys, we can take it from here.” The kids worriedly look at each other, and then reluctantly say good night to their increasingly nervous friend. As Liz gives him a kiss on the forehead, “Ok, so um, just rest, ok? You’ll be fine, your Mom will take care of you, ok?” As she starts to leave him, panic takes over, “Wait, no, don’t go…you can’t, you’re all that I can remember clearly!” Diane watches as her son grows more agitated, “Liz, he shouldn’t get upset like this in his condition. Do you think it would be alright if you maybe stayed with him? At least until the morning?” Michael mumbles to himself, “saved by the bell”. Maria quips to herself, “yeah, dumbbell.” Liz throws them a dirty look before returning to Max’s side and addressing his parents, “I’m sure it’s no problem. I’ll just call my parents. Under the circumstance, I know they’ll agree.” A short time later Michael is outside the house in Max’s car keeping a silent vigil in case of any more trouble while Max sleeps in his bed with a smiling Liz holding him close in her arms. It’s too bad that all of Max’s pj’s are at Michael’s so that he only had his boxers and t-shirt to sleep in, but Liz didn’t mind at all. - :D she’s getting closer to getting her nekkid Max back, I refer you back to Hooked’s S1ish Maxie picture for inspiration – see didn’t I tell you everyone gains weight over the holidays?
When does the Denial Land Bar open? hotspur where are you? Or at least send your ghost, please!




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posted on 5-Feb-2002 2:59:13 AM by TaffyCat
quote:
Sanne originally wrote:
Hi Taffy

I have been reading your spec at the FF Max and Liz spoiler thread, and I absolutely love it.

Besides his confusion - nekkid Max (and nekkid Zan?) must be very tired after travelling all over the country to visit all the posters on the spoiler thread. Last I heard you found him in your closet. Do you think he maybe has recovered so much, that he is ready for a trip to Denmark? He would have to stay for a while, because it’s a very long trip. *wink* I promise that will take very good care of him.


Hehehe, I'll stick him back in his IMAA flysaucer and ship him off to you as soon as I'm...er, I mean Liz is done with him...probably this Friday unless Liz needs more time, uh, reaquainting herself with all of her recently re-emerging S1 Maxie. *big*

Unfortunately Star2000Monkey has Nekkid Zan all tied up for a bit, but as soon as he escape...I mean, is free...er (yeah, ok that works), as soon as he's free, I'll be sure to let interested parties know. *wink*
posted on 5-Feb-2002 5:17:28 PM by TaffyCat
Here's a bit more.....

Part XV

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

A short time later Michael is outside the house in Max’s car keeping a silent vigil in case of any more trouble while Max sleeps in his bed with a smiling Liz holding him close in her arms. It’s too bad that all of Max’s pj’s are at Michael’s so that he only had his boxers and t-shirt to sleep in, but Liz didn’t mind at all. - :D she’s getting closer to getting her nekkid Max back, I refer you back to Hooked’s S1ish Maxie picture for inspiration – see didn’t I tell you everyone gains weight over the holidays?

Liz had her own special way to wake Max up every two hours which she promised to do to keep Diane Evans happy…and it kept Liz happy as well, although Max did give her some strange looks a couple of times. For the most part he slept quietly in her embrace as she took some time exploring to make sure he was really all there in the flesh. Near dawn, beautiful amber eyes look up at her, “Good morning.” Liz smiles at him, “Good morning, how do you feel?” He gives her a rueful smile, then turns to look at his boxers and t-shirt that somehow wound up on the floor, “chilly.” Stammering a little, “Oh that,…uh, you felt rather warm so uh, I just was, uh, trying to cool you off a little.” His eyebrow rises a little at that, “Judging by what you’re still holding onto, I don’t think it worked that well.” – Taffy says, I wonder what she had a hold of? :devil: but she got her Nekkid Max back! ;)




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posted on 10-Feb-2002 11:42:19 PM by TaffyCat
Part XVI

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

Stammering a little, “Oh that,…uh, you felt rather warm so uh, I just was, uh, trying to cool you off a little.” His eyebrow rises a little at that, “Judging by what you’re still holding onto, I don’t think it worked that well.” – Taffy says, I wonder what she had a hold of? :devil: but she got her Nekkid Max back! ;)

He mischievously runs his hands up along her sides. His eyes sparkle as they look into hers, “God, you’re beautiful.” His warm hands spread fire where ever they touch and they’re doing quite a bit of touching, licking her lips, “Off hand I’d say you’re feeling much better, but um, your parents could come in anytime so I think…I think you had better settle down some.” Smiling, he decides to taste her moistened lips. He drinks in the sight of her. He lifts himself up, off of her for a moment so he’s eyes can take in the sight of her that his body has been telling him about, that she’s only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. As his eyes look down at her and himself, he looks back up at her and with a rueful smile, “How am I supposed to settle down with you holding onto me like that?” – Now let me ask you, if you were in her shoes would you be letting go? NOT!

posted on 8-Mar-2002 1:11:41 AM by TaffyCat
I hadn't planned on continuing this but well, ok maybe for a bit but I warn you, this is totally unplanned, flying by the seat of my pants, with no vision as to where it's going...read at your own risk. ;)

Part XVII

Previously on Taffy’s Roswell…

As his eyes look down at her and himself, he looks back up at her and with a rueful smile, “How am I supposed to settle down with you holding onto me like that?” – Now let me ask you, if you were in her shoes would you be letting go? NOT!

Liz raises her eyebrows in pretend indignation, “Max Evans, I have no idea what you’re referring to.” He simply rolls over on top of her and slips his arm underneath her shoulders and kisses her squarely on the lips, hard. He moans as her grip on him… intensifies, “Uh, Liz, do you plan on letting go anytime soon?” She gives him a superior, smug look, “No, is that a problem?” He can’t stop the playful smile, “No, but I’m just breaking in this new body and I’d rather not get the package damaged…Liz, you’re squeezing too hard.” Her eyes go wide, “Oh God, Max, I’m sorry…sorry.” He frowns as her hand comes away from him, grabbing it before goes to far away and bringing it back to his lips to tenderly kiss, “But I didn’t say to let go either. After all it was a incredible way to be woken up throughout the night. Now where were we?”- hehehe, Naughty Nekkid Max, he’s feeling better, uh huh, can’t ya tell? :D

posted on 13-Mar-2002 12:22:37 AM by TaffyCat
Part XVIII

Previously on Taffy’ Roswell…

He frowns as her hand comes away from him, grabbing it before goes to far away and bringing it back to his lips to tenderly kiss, “But I didn’t say to let go either. After all it was an incredible way to be woken up throughout the night. Now where were we?”- hehehe, Naughty Nekkid Max, he’s feeling better, uh huh, can’t ya tell? :D

She grins at him as her hand returns to its former location, “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind…” Grinning back at her, he then plants a long kiss on her inviting lips, “Nope, don’t mind at all.” She can’t help the giggle, but tries to turn serious which among other things is rather hard at the moment, “Um, Max, how are you? Do you remember anything?” He replies with a low growl, “Grrr, I think you know how I’m feeling. As for what I remember…” He kisses her lips, her chin, cheeks (on her face folks, this is PG rated, well, sort of, yes, yes, it is… PG17?), her eyelids, forehead, “Mmmm, yes, it’s all starting to come back to me now but if there’s anything that you’d care to…remind me of, even if it hadn’t happened yet cuz I might not know the difference…feel free, anything, anything at all.” – hmmm, any ideas folks of what Liz has in mind???

posted on 19-Aug-2002 11:44:38 PM by TaffyCat
I can't believe that I never posted a couple of parts I did on this a while ago. I'm so sorry...again no plot other than what's in the title and all snarkiness is intentional.

Part XIX

Previously on Taffy’ Roswell…

He kisses her lips, her chin, cheeks (on her face folks, this is PG rated, well, sort of, yes, yes, it is… PG17?), her eyelids, forehead, “Mmmm, yes, it’s all starting to come back to me now but if there’s anything that you’d care to…remind me of, even if it hadn’t happened yet cuz I might not know the difference…feel free, anything, anything at all.” – hmmm, any ideas folks of what Liz has in mind???

Liz raises her eyebrows and gives him a wicked look as she resumes stroking the thought, “Hmm, so should we work on recalling old memories or on making some new ones?” Max just grins at her, “Whatever your heart desires. I’m putty in your hands.” She purposely rakes her fingernail down his length causing him to jump, just to make a point, “I wouldn’t say putty…exactly.” His eyes darken as his chest rests on top of hers, “Seems that I’m not the only one that is no longer putty. As to your dilemma, why live in the past?” She was about to say something but didn’t get the chance as his lips captured hers for a long, hot, tantalizing kiss. Finally coming up for air for a few moments, her mouth puffy and swollen and oh so tantalizing, she tastes like honey to him and he’s always had a tremendous sweet tooth, “God, you’re beautiful.” He’s about to take a taste again, when she puts her free hand on his chest, for him to stop. He looks at her confused for a moment as she starts to wiggle out from underneath him. He gives her an adorable hurt look, “What’s wrong?” As she slides out from underneath, she never relinquishes her hold on him. They come to be lying side-by-side for a moment before she pushes him onto his back with her free hand. While hovering over him, “Nothing, just staying on top of things. That a problem?” He rests his head on his pillow and takes delight in watching her in this new position, “No, but there is another problem that is getting more pronounced every second. What do you plan on doing about that?” She’s busy running her free hand along his chest and enjoying the tremors that her touch causes in him, “One problem as a time, Max.” – Hmmm, Liz is definitely a take charge kind of girl with a plan, don’t you think?

Part XX

Previously on Taffy’ Roswell…

He rests his head on his pillow and takes delight in watching her in this new position, “No, but there is another problem that is getting more pronounced every second. What do you plan on doing about that?” She’s busy running her free hand along his chest and enjoying the tremors that her touch causes in him, “One problem as a time, Max.” – Hmmm, Liz is definitely a take-charge kind of girl with a plan, don’t you think?

His body involuntarily shudders under her ministrations, “Uh, Liz? You wanna be careful there or we’re going to need a towel.” She gives him a challenging glare, “What’s the matter? Loosing some of that stubborn self control are we?” His lips turn up in delight, “I bet I can make you lose your self control before I do.” She gives him something between a chuckle and a laugh as her fingers continue to tease, “Oh really? Prove it!” His hands slip up along her sides drawing her down to him as his mouth hungrily seeks hers. He can’t stop kissing her. Her taste intoxicating, he has to sample her chin, neck, and shoulders. His hands tug at her t-shirt as they long for the silkiness underneath. As his hands explore her tautness, he can feel a muffled moan reverberate from deep within her, urging him on. As his lips move to replace his hands, he smiles against her delectable skin, as it is her turn to tremble underneath his touch. – Taffy fans herself, is it hot in here or what? How am I going to post much more of this without getting in trouble?

Part XXI

Previously on Taffy’ Roswell…

As his hands explore her tautness, he can feel a muffled moan reverberate from deep within her, urging him on. As his lips move to replace his hands, he smiles against her delectable skin, as it is her turn to tremble underneath his touch. – Taffy fans herself, is it hot in here or what? How am I going to post much more of this without getting in trouble?

He nibbles his way over her, fanning the flames of desire in both of them. The more their desires build the more it takes for them to maintain control, causing their desires to build, to not lose control, desires, control, she lets out a cry of frustration, “ARGHHH, Come here!” He doesn’t even try to hide his triumphant smirk, which is quickly hidden by her lips pressing hard on his. As their tongues finally finish their battle and they catch a breath of air, his smug grin returns “I win.” Arching her eyebrow, “Really? Are you sure? I see no evidence.” He gives her an incredulous look, “You’re not playing fair.” As she rakes her nails across a rather sensitive subject, surprising him, “Are you sure you want me to play fair?” – ahem, sometimes it’s better not to win after all, isn’t it?