Title: Mad about You

Summary: Max and Liz are troublemakers who have tried to start over. But what if trouble comes after them?

Category: Max and Liz 100%

Rating: R- Nc-17: for Language, Violence, Sex, and all that good stuff.

Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it. Like I’d want to be associated w/ JK anyway right now…

Author’s Note: This is an AU Dreamer fic. Max and Liz live together in an apartment in LA Max is a mechanic and Liz is a waitress. They both go to UCLA. I’m definitely a Polarist (shhh) but Michael and Liz are brother and sister in the one. Love that idea too. Ummm, anything new I’ll just let you know in that part.

(By the way, I’ve noticed a lot of Roswell quotes and I was wondering where this one came from: On the plus side, you killed the bench, which was looking shifty.)…eh?

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Part 1

The two young lovers strolled into the convenient store around 1 A.M. The cashier, a portly old woman kept a wary eye on them as they traveled to the back of the store. Liz giggled as Max pinned her against the ice cream shelf. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he whispered in her ear and nuzzled her neck. “Max,” Liz moaned, “you know we can’t get in trouble again. You’re on probation as it is.” Max groaned and pulled Liz flush against his hard body. “Yeah, but does that mean we can’t fool around a little bit?” Liz laughed and pushed him away. “Not in a convenient store. No more disturbing the peace.” Max grinned and pinched Liz’s butt. “Can we disturb the peace when we get home?” Liz smiled flirtatiously and pulled Max into a deep kiss. “Hell yeah baby,” she cooed.

The lady cleared her throat loudly, effectively pulling Max and Liz out of their world. Liz glared at her while Max smirked and pulled Liz behind another shelf. “Why are we here again?” he whined. Liz pushed herself in his arms and Max moaned with need. “To get some cherries,” she said huskily, “some whipped cream,” Max was starting to pant, “some chocolate sauce,” Max squeezed his eyes tightly, “and some…” she waited for Max to finish. “Nuts,” he croaked. Liz laughed. “Yeah, nuts.”

She walked away, leaving Max to contemplate what she had in mind for the rest of the day.

TBC… I know I know short, but I’m home all day and I guess I’ll be writing. It’s just an idea that I’ve been thinking about, and I had this weird dream about it multiple times, so I’m just working from scratch here.

~Camille

LEAVE FEEDBACK…

Part 2

Liz laughed again as Max chased her into their apartment. He had finally had enough of her teasing him like she was in the convenient store. Throwing her over his shoulder, he climbed the stairs to their bedroom. He threw her on the bed, just reveling in the sounds of her infectious laughter. Leaning over her body, he kissed her sweetly and whispered, “I love you.”

Liz smiled at him and whispered back, “I’ll love you always and forever.” Then she grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of her, kissing him deeply again. “Now let’s fool around,” she giggled. Max, in an attempt to hurry, tripped over his pants, which were around his ankles. He fell lightly on his side, still trying to kick his pants off. Max could feel Liz’s mirth through their connection. “Maybe you should have taken your shoes off first,” she laughed. Max grinned up at her from his position. “Maybe you could help me,” he said back.

Liz climbed off the bed and straddled Max’s hips. “And then again maybe I couldn’t,” she whispered as she nipped at his neck. Max groaned and cupped her ass in his large warm hands. Liz pulled Max’s shirt above his head and threw it across the room.

“Let’s see if you can handle me,” Liz challenged.

Max grinned and ripped Liz’s black tank top down the middle, exposing her ripe breasts. “You’re lucky I have a million of those,” Liz growled before taking his mouth with her. Max’s hands ran up her stomach before cupping her breasts and massaging her nipples. “Oh god yes,” Liz moaned. Max flipped them over so her was on top again. He hastily unzipped Liz’s pants and pulled them down. He was momentarily extricated from his lust filled daze when he heard Liz’s gasp of pain. “What’s wrong,” he demanded. “Rub burn,” Liz said sheepishly.

Max smiled and picked up Liz and placed her on their bed before climbing on top of it with her. “Okay?” he asked gently. Liz nodded and resumed her exploration of his lower body. She caressed his stomach and pushed her hand past the waistband of his boxers. Max hissed with need. “Oh god yes,” he cried through gritted teeth. Liz stroked his manhood from base to tip; feeling the silky liquid that came from the head.

Max, also exploring Liz’s body, slid his hand past her panties, stroking her lips and enjoyed her wet warmth. “Ahhh, Max,” she moaned. “I can’t take it anymore,” Max cried. He pulled her panties off and pushed his boxers down. “Make love to me Max,” Liz panted. Max pushed himself into Liz’s warm, wet passage. Liz clung to his shoulders, sinking her fingernails into his skin in exquisite torture. “Oh my god. That feels so good Max,” she said. “I love you so much.” Max pulled out almost all the way and plunged back in. He began thrusting in and out of her heat, her cries urging him on. “Harder, harder,” she shrieked. “Liz,” he cried.

Liz’s inner walls clamped down around his pulsating erection, triggering his orgasm. They cried out each other’s names, before slumping over in exhaustion. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies, and Liz lay stroking Max’s back. They were still joined, basking in the afterglow of their love. They feel asleep to each other’s mutterings of love and commitment.

TBC….What’d I say?? So what’d you think? I need lots of feedback because this was my first attempt at Nc-17.

~Camille

Part 3

Max woke up first, and turned to face Liz. She was still asleep, facing him, her cheeks flushed and her lips moist and puffy. Max gently pushed a lock of hair behind her ears and skimmed over her jaw line. He kissed her lightly on her lips and got an idea. Smirking devilishly, he trailed kisses down her throat and past the valley of her breasts. Liz moaned but didn’t wake up.

Max pushed her lightly so she was lying on her back. He kissed down to her belly button and pushed her thighs open. “Maaaax,” Liz moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. She was obviously having a great dream about him.

Max kissed to her lower lips, where he spread them and licked at her clit. Liz’s gasp of excitement urged him on as he closed his lips over her clit and sucked. “Ahh, god Max,” Liz cried. Max pushed his tongue into her and began an age-old rhythm familiar with both of them. Liz wrapped both of her hands in Max’s dark tresses and arched into his face. “Max, I’m about to-” she was cut off when her large, extensive orgasm ran through her. She screamed as her liquid flowed into Max’s mouth like rivulets. Max lapped it all up greedily, still holding Liz’s thighs apart, not allowing her to move.

When Liz calmed down, Max moved up her body, taking her mouth savagely, pushing his tongue past her lips. When they finally pulled apart for air, Liz panted, “Max, we can’t be late for class today. Remember, Mr. Gaudreault said that if we were late again, then we have to do community service.” Max groaned in frustration and pushed himself off her. “Fine, fine,” he conceded. While Liz went to make coffee, Max took a shower. It was a silent and mutual agreement that if they took a shower together, then they wouldn’t get any cleaner.

Liz pulled her crème silk robe more tightly around her and tied the belt, before moving to the fridge to get the coffee bag. Humming a song she’d heard on the radio, Liz lost herself in getting ready. She never saw the shadow that was coming up on the outside of the kitchen door, until he knocked loudly and rather rudely.

Liz jumped, knocking the mug on the floor, causing it to shatter. “Shit,” she cursed, walking over the pieces to answer to door. She opened the door and rolled her eyes at the visitor. She should have known. “Officer Kyle Valenti,” she mocked, “to what do we owe this pleasure.”

Kyle looked Liz up and down and smiled. “Elizabeth Parker,” he purred, “just doing checks of the neighborhood. Making sure everything looks good.” He stared her down and Liz was thinking about calling Max when she decided she could handle it herself. “Kyle, I think you should leave now. Everything over here is fine.” She attempted to close the door but Kyle foot prevented it from closing all the way. “Liz,” he cooed mockingly at her, “you should be careful what you do. It could be misconstrued as assaulting an officer.” He pushed his way into the kitchen. “Where’s Maxwell today?” he asked as he took an apple off the table.

Liz crossed her arms and stood her ground. “He’s in the shower,” she stared at him defiantly. Kyle approached her. “And that doesn’t scare you at all?” he asked curiously.

“What?” Liz asked warily.

“That Max might not even know I’m here. That he might not hear you if you screamed. You could be in mortal danger and he wouldn’t even notice.” He now had Liz cornered against a wall. “That doesn’t unnerve you the least bit?” Liz glared at him.

“Kyle,” she started, making sure she had his attention. “Get the fuck out of my home now. Or I will not only file a complaint against you, I’ll make sure you’re suspended for trespassing and harassment.”

Kyle’s eyes narrowed and her leaned dangerously close to Liz. She prepared to knee him in the crotch if necessary. “You need to learn, Liz,” he whispered, “because sometimes people aren’t so patient to get what they want. If I see Max anywhere he shouldn’t be, his ass is mine. I’ll put him away as long as humanly possible.” Liz shuddered and pushed his shoulders roughly. She made her way to the door and held it open for Kyle. “Get out,” she managed through clenched teeth. Smiling smugly, Kyle strolled out the door.

Trying to hold back the tears, Liz dropped to her knees to pick up the pieces of the broken coffee mug. Throwing them away, she cursed as she cut her hand on a piece. Crying softly, she made her way upstairs to the bedroom she shared with her soulmate. Liz sat on their bed, cradling her wounded hand and sniffling.

Max came out of the shower with soap still on his back. He was in a haste to get the shampoo out of his hair and see what was bothering Liz. He could feel her fear and annoyance through their connection. He also felt the distant stinging of pain. He found her crying on their bed, with blood dripping down her wrist.

“Shit,” he cursed and ran over to kneel in front of her. He gently took her wrist in his hand and healed her bleeding palm. But Liz was still crying. “What happened sweetheart?” he asked, trying to get her to look into his eyes. “K – Kyle Valenti was here,” she muttered, still not looking at him. “What did he do?” Max demanded. “What happened? Did he did this to you?” Max cried. He hurriedly jerked some clothes. “Max what are you doing?” Liz demanded tearfully.

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” Max growled. “No, Max. Just let me explain okay?” Max looked at Liz, who was looking so small and fragile against the strong, large, king size bed she was sitting on. He nodded and sat down next to her, pulling her against him.

Liz took a deep breath and began. “Okay, he came over saying he was doing this check of the neighborhood, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I tried to make him leave, but he pushed the door open and just let himself in.” At Max’s tortured expression, she continued. “I threatened to have him suspended if he didn’t leave, and in return, he got in my face and threatened-” she choked back a sob. “He threatened to arrest you and put you in jail for as long as possible. He’s trying to take away our happiness Max,” she cried helplessly. “Why won’t he just leave us alone?”

Max pulled her into a tight hug and let her cry against him for a while. “Come on baby,” Max said, “let’s go get that shower.”

They never made it to class that day.

TBC…huh??? Three parts in a day, that’s gotta be a record on my part…tell me what you think…ok?

~Camille

Part 4

Liz lay awake later that night, staring at Max’s tanned, muscular physique. After she had been so upset, Max had taken her into the bathroom and gently washed every inch of her body. It felt as if he were washing all of her troubles away. Afterwards, they had made sweet, slow love all night. After the fifth time, Max rolled over, claiming to need sleep. Liz had laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around his waist, allowing him to relax and fall asleep immediately.

Now she was lying awake, thinking. She remembered the first time she met Max. It was at a club and they were both dancing with their significant others when they bumped into each other.

**Flashback**

You’re contagious
Touch me baby
Give me what you’ve got
Sexy lady
Drive me crazy
Drive me wild

~Isley Brothers featuring R Kelly and Chante Moore

Liz was dancing with Brent, her current boyfriend. She was getting wild and bumping into everyone.

Max was dancing with Tess, his pet/girlfriend. Tess had a glass of beer in her hands and was waving it everywhere, carelessly getting it on everyone. Suddenly, she whacked Liz on the side of the head with the glass and dropped it to the floor.

Liz was surprised and dazed at the sudden object practically hurled at her head. However, she was drunk, as was Brent and Tess, so she stumbled to the ground.

Brent and Tess obviously thought that another person’s pain was amusing and they burst out laughing. Max, on the other hand, was immediately concerned about the young victim on the floor moaning.

He knelt down to her level and helped her up. Her head was slightly bleeding, but otherwise she just looking out of it. Max waved his hands in front of her face to get her attention.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked. “Oh um, yeah sure,” Liz slurred. She turned to walk away, when all of a sudden she stumbled again and Max caught her before she hit the ground.

“Come on, you need to get cleaned up.” Holding an arm around her waist, Max took Liz to the exit. “Wait where are you taking me?” Liz asked panicked. “I’m taking you to get cleaned up,” Max said. “Where’s Brent?” Liz asked. “Freak dancing with my now ex-girlfriend,” Max muttered darkly.

They got into Max’s car, a navy blue Toyota Celica, and drove to a nearby 7-Eleven. Getting out of the car, Max went around to Liz’s side and opened the door. “You’re gonna need to bandage your head. It looks pretty nasty.” Liz gently probed her head to felt the sticky blood that was flowing from her cut.

Max went to the back isle where all of the bandages, adhesives and creams were. He ripped open a box of wipes and went over to Liz, gently wiping away all of the extra blood. He then took a butterfly bandage and placed it over her cut, already stopping the flow of blood.

Liz took in a shuddering breath and looked into Max’s eyes. “Thank you, um, I don’t know your name.” Max smiled at her. “You’re welcome and my name is Max. Max Evans.” Liz held out her hand and Max grasped it gently. “Nice to meet you.”

They were interrupted from gazing into each other’s eyes when two men burst into the store, shooting towards the ceiling. “Give me all the money now!” one of them shouted, while the other one looked around for any other people in the store.

When he spotted Max and Liz, he yelled at them to come forwards. “You two! Get up her now!” he bellowed. Cautiously, Max and Liz made their way to the front of the restaurant, dismayed to see that they were the only customers. “Put the money in the bag fat man!” the other robber yelled at the clerk. Trembling, the clerk reached for the cash register, pulling out the money.

The other robber, kept a good eye on Max and Liz. “Mark, hurry up,” he shouted over his shoulder to the one pointing the gun at the cashier. “Dammit Jorge, I told you not to say my name,” Mark screamed. “Fuck this,” Mark said.

A shot rang out.

Liz screamed.

The cashier slumped over onto the counter. Mark put a bullet between his eyes. “Oh my god,” Liz cried, covering her mouth and squeezing her eyes closed. She leaned on Max for support. Mark jumped over the counter and started pulling money out of the cash register. “Stupid, slow fuck,” he muttered.

Jorge continued to stare at Max and Liz. “Just stare where you are,” he demanded. Max pulled Liz slightly behind him. “Done,” Mark said proudly as he jumped back over the counter. He eyed Liz as if he’d seen her for the first time. “Well what do we have here?” he said, sliding closer to her. “Hey, baby, what’s going on?” he flirted. Liz flinched and moved away. Mark narrowed his eyes and grabbed her wrist. Max moved to get in front of him, but the gun facing him and Liz stopped him. “I said don’t move, asshole,” Jorge sneered.

Mark pulled Liz to him. “So why don’t you and me go have some fun?” he asked, trailing the gun down her face. It was still warm from when he’d fired it earlier. “Please,” Liz whimpered, “just leave.” Mark pulled back, and pushed Liz into a counter. On reflex, her hands went to either side of the counter to brace herself. Mark got into her face and snarled, “Now why don’t we got have some fun?”

“Leave her alone,” Max growled. “You’ve got the money, just get out of here before the police come.” Mark rolled his eyes and turned to Max. He hit Max hard in the face, causing Max to stumble. “Max,” Liz cried, tears coming to her eyes. “Shut. Up.,” Mark said.

“Mark, come on man, let’s just leave,” Jorge pleaded. “Go wait in the car,” Mark commanded. Jorge acquiesced, giving Max and Liz one last look before leaving the store. Mark turned his attention to Liz. Suddenly, and without warning, he crushed his lips to hers. She struggled and pushed at his shoulders, causing him to fall back. When he did move backwards, Liz slapped him hard across the face, not exactly fully aware of what she’d just done.

Mark turned angry eyes on her and punched her, knocking her to her knees. Max, seeing an opportunity, threw himself at Mark, trying to wrestle the gun away from him.

They struggled.

The gun went off.

Liz screamed.

For a while, no one moved. Then Max sat up slowly. “Max, oh my god are you okay?” she asked. Max didn’t answer. He just kept staring at his hands, which were covered in blood. Not his blood.

“I killed him,” Max said softly. “He would have killed us both,” Liz argued quietly.

The police arrived on the scene later, seeing two dead bodies, and two others, huddled together, wrapped around each other.

Kyle Valenti, one of those policemen, arrested Max, charging him with murder. Max and Liz argued and tried to tell their story, but with no surveillance camera and no live witnesses, they had no immediate evidence. Max had to spend four months in jail before his trial, and he was immediately released, with the only evidence being the gun that went off both times in Mark’s hands.

Max was released, and the first person he saw was Liz, waiting for him. She hugged and kissed him and offered him a place to stay, because Tess kicked him out to live with Brent. Liz was convinced that she owed Max her life, and she was dedicated to making it up to him.

**End Flashback**

Max rolled over, opening his eyes to stare into Liz’s dark chocolate ones. “You know I love you,” she whispered to him. Max nodded and pulled her to him. “I love you more than words can express,” he whispered into her ear. “Now go to sleep.” Liz smirked at him at lowered her hand beneath the covers.

“But I don’t want to sleep.”

"Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains"

-Jean Jaques Rousseau