posted on 16-Sep-2001 7:55:04 PM
Title: WSXY Chapter 1
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.


“Please,” Maria begged her three friends. “It’s only for one night and it’s for a free trip to Hawaii! Come on, how hard can it be?” She waited impatiently for her friend’s reaction.

“Let me get this straight. We get naked, crawl into a sleeping bag with each other and can’t get out for any reason until the next morning? This sounds too easy. What’s the catch?” Kyle raised his eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

“Wait, isn’t this being put on by that late night sex show on WSXY radio?” Alex questioned from the couch.

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t mean anything! We’ll probably have to do some couple thing, you know, cuddle, kiss, and stuff like that. We can act! Come on, a free trip to Hawaii! Isn’t that worth making out with me Alex? Or Kyle?” Maria looked over to Liz, “Sorry babe, but they specified male / female partners.”

Liz laughed, “This is ridiculous! I can’t believe we are thinking of doing this. It’s insane!”

“Wait, did you say * we *?” Maria rushed over to Liz. “Please, please, please Liz! We need this. We need to do something totally spontaneous and wild! One last hoorah before our thirties!”

All eyes were on Liz, waiting for her answer. Her reply, “Let’s do it” was drowned out by Maria’s squeal and the laughter from Kyle and Alex.


“Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick,” Liz mumbled under her breath. Maria squeezed her arm, “You’ll be fine, I swear!”

They looked around at the people in the studio. Liz’s eyes caught another group of four across the room. The women were gorgeous; blonde and very well endowed. The guys were handsome, although she thought one of them could be called beautiful. Liz was admiring him when she realized the DJ was announcing the rules. Turning towards the front, she listened, her mouth falling open as they were explained.

“Welcome to WSXY radio’s * I want a new lover * contest. My name is Carla and I will be one of the judges tonight. I can see from the crowd that there are quite a few people looking for a new special someone to cozy up with at night. So, let’s get the show on the road. As you know, you will be ensconced nude in a sleeping bag with someone from the opposite sex. We will be doing an alternative lifestyle contest at a later date, never fear. Anyway, you must stay within the confines of your bag at all times. We have some stunts that will need to be performed and you will be judged on how well you do and how well you look doing them.” Carla turned away to speak to someone. She turned quickly back to the microphone. “Oh, I almost forgot. The whole reason you are here! The person in the bag with you must be a complete stranger!”

Carla prattled on a few more minutes about some radio station sponsors, but three sets of eyes were no longer paying any attention to her. Instead, they were focused on one very nervous blonde.

“Maria! This is just great! It was one thing to be nude with you or Liz, but a complete stranger! Jeez, why do we let you talk us into these kooky schemes!” Alex voiced for the entire group.

“Trip to Hawaii! Just keep reminding yourself about that! We can do this you guys. Just look around, find someone and get naked with them. The human form is a beautiful thing,” Maria smiled at them.

“That’s not,” Liz directed Maria to the man who was eyeing them. The very large man covered in fur.

“Ewww, you’re right,” she giggled.

“I know who I am sacking up with tonight,” Kyle told them as he walked over to the group of people Liz had noticed earlier. They watched him saunter up to the petite blonde and speak with her. Turning, he gave Alex, Liz and Maria a large grin and walked over to the table to register.

“Hey babe, I have to find my lover and so do you. You can do this Liz! Come on Alex, let’s go,” Maria pulled him into the crowd.

“Maria, no! Don’t leave me..” Liz trailed off to the empty space next to her. She jumped as someone tapped her on her shoulder. She turned to see the hairy fellow from earlier grinning at her. Her mouth was frozen as she heard those three little words.

“Be my lover?”

“I, I..” Liz felt a heavy arm drape itself across her shoulders, pulling her close to a hard body. Peering up, she noticed it was the beautiful man she spotted earlier.

“She’s already taken.”

The breath she didn’t know she’d been holding rushed out of her mouth, her body relaxing as Liz realized she wouldn’t be sharing a sleeping bag with Chewbacca.

“Oh God! Thank you,” she told him as fur man made his way through the crowd. Liz noticed his smile, thinking how sexy it was, and how his eyes seemed to be sparkling, possibly suppressing humor at the situation. The ridiculousness of it finally hit her and she burst out laughing. Calming herself, she glanced up at him.

“We should go register,” he told her.

Liz felt the butterflies return as what she was about to do finally sank in. He had his arm held out to her. Placing hers around it, they made their way over to the table. She stopped suddenly.

He looked at her, “Having second thoughts?”

“Ah, no. I just thought we should introduce ourselves. I’m Liz,” she held her hand out to him.

His large palm enclosed her smaller one, “Max.”


They were ready to begin. Everyone stood around in towels waiting to get into the sleeping bags. Liz still couldn’t believe she was doing this. She saw Max standing with a towel around his hips, his bare chest exposed to her gaze, and her mouth went dry. Shaking her head, she decided that being nude with him in a sleeping bag could definitely have some advantages. She noticed Alex with the other blonde from Max’ group and Maria was with the guy. Spiky hair and a rebellious look – just perfect for Maria. Liz was pulled from her thoughts by the announcement from the DJ.

“Ok people, are we ready? Remember that we have some stunts that you will need to perform. If you can’t do them, you’re out. If our judges don’t feel you look like a couple, you’re out. If you exit the bag, you’re out. Let’s not forget that we are all adults here and get ready to have some fun! Alright ladies, you may enter your bags.”

Liz looked at the bag. It was a single and there was * no way * her and Max wouldn’t be touching in there. Kneeling down, she lifted the edge and slid inside. Max stood above her, a smile upon his lips.

“Towels, ladies!” Liz pulled the towel off and placed it next to the bag. A staff member came by and collected them all.

“Gentlemen, you’re next.” Liz scooted over as far as she could and Max kneeled down and slid into the bag with her, zipping them in. She felt his towel on her hip and his arms and shoulders were pressing into her. The heat emanating from his skin seemed to scorch her wherever it touched.

“Towels.” She felt him shift, touching her breast accidentally as he attempted to remove the towel.

“Sorry, this bag is a bit tight,” he told her.

She laughed, “Yeah, I noticed. I think we need to figure out a way to lay comfortably. Right now, your elbow is digging into my side. I don’t think I can stay like this all night.”

Max laughed, “I’ve been trying to squeeze my shoulders together to give you a little more room, but I think I’m cramping. Why don’t you lay on my chest?”


“I can see this is going to be a problem! Shift your ass to the right. NO, *your* right! Michael! What are you doing with your hand? Oh!” Maria shut up.


“So, Isabel, you have a boyfriend? I was just wondering, you know, since I am naked in a sleeping bag with you and you are absolutely gorgeous and things may happen that are beyond my control and I don’t want to die because of my body’s natural reaction. Oh man, I am pulling a Maria. Please kill me now.”

“No Alex, I don’t have a boyfriend. Yet.”


“Tess, mind if I trim your lamp?”

“No, as long as you don’t use the kind with tassels.”

“Hey, I’m a guy! I would only use the kind with balls!”


Liz couldn’t believe she was here. This was so unlike her, she thought, as she rested her cheek and hand on Max’ smooth chest. She was having problems controlling her reaction to him. Any minute now, her nipples were going to drill holes into his flesh. Liz sighed, totally content.

Max’ hand stopped stroking down her hair, “You ok?”

“What? Oh, yeah, just wondering what they have planned for us,” she improvised.

“Get ready, because I think we are about to find out.”


Some couples had already been removed, either because they couldn’t get naked with a stranger or because they just didn’t look * right *. Time to get the show on the road. Carla went back up to the microphone.

“We will begin the first of our stunts in just a moment. You will have a rest period between each stunt, either to get some sleep or to get to know the person next to you. As you can see, our staff placed bowls with fruit and chocolate next to you. It is up to you to feed your new lover,” she paused to let the challenge sink in. “Oh, one more thing. No hands.”

Liz looked around at the other * couples *. She spotted Maria and Max’ friend, Michael, feeding each other. They looked like they had been going out for years instead of just meeting a little over an hour ago. She spotted Alex and Kyle also. Somehow, Alex had chocolate smeared all over his face. Max’ sister soon remedied that by licking him clean. Kyle and the blonde could hardly stop laughing to get the food in each other’s mouth, but somehow they were doing it.

“Ready?” Max questioned her. Nodding her head, Liz raised herself up and stretched across his chest. Lying on him, she picked up a juicy strawberry. Pulling back, she stopped over his face and Max opened his mouth as Liz lowered her head to pass him the fruit. The strawberry went smoothly into his mouth and she watched as he enjoyed the luscious fruit.

“You have some juice on your face, “ she told him.

“I know, I can feel it, but there isn’t a lot I can do right now. I have a feeling this is going to be very messy,” Max smiled at her.

She remembered Alex. Leaning down, her tongue tentatively reached out and lapped up the offensive trail, ending at his mouth. Looking at him, she noticed Max watching her, his mouth slightly open and his quickened breath fanning her face.

“Ready for more?”

His head barely moved as he nodded his acquiescence. This time, Liz picked up a piece of chocolate. It was pretty soft to begin with and started melting as soon as it went into her mouth. Quickly, she moved back over to Max, pressing her lips to his. The chocolate was melting fast and was sticking to her tongue. The only thing she could do was press it into his mouth. Max’ tongue immediately met hers and began to lick the chocolate from it.

Liz’s eyes closed at the sensations. When they finished, they were both flushed and breathing a little heavy. Glancing at the bowl, they noticed they still had a ways to go. Smiling, Liz started the whole process all over again.



Title: WSXY Chapter 2
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.


“Well, you have probably gotten to know your new * lover * these past couple of hours, but how well do you REALLY know them? I mean, what is one thing a lover should know how to do and do it extremely well?” Carla paused as the snickers grew louder. “That’s right. Your new lover needs to know how to give a fantastic full body massage! So we have decided that we are going to help you out by having them demonstrate for you.”

Liz felt Max laugh, as she lay draped over his chest. The lights in the room had been dimmed and more couples had been removed. They were by themselves in the back corner of the room and from their vantage-point, Liz could see that they were down to about fifteen couples now, including her friends. Lifting her head, she turned her gaze upon him.

“Guess it’s my turn,” he told her. “Let’s get you turned over.”

She smiled as she shifted over to the side. Max turned and came up over her back. Placing her head on her arms, she waited for him to begin.

Max lifted her heavy tresses and arranged them over her shoulder before placing his palm on her back. Liz felt goosebumps break out at his touch. He began to knead her shoulder and the nape of her neck and she let out a sigh as she relaxed.

He inched his way down her back, pausing as he reached her buttocks. Liz held her breath in anticipation of his warm grip on her backside. She let out a small moan instead as he placed his lips on the back of her neck and moved them around to her nape. She saw lights at the sensations he was creating. Liz felt herself moisten as his lips followed the same path his hand had earlier, stopping as they reached her buttocks.

Max placed his hand next to her breast, moving it in circles over her side. Liz jumped when he hit her ticklish spot. Max quickly moved his hand away and again began the small circles, moving his way down to her hips where he stopped.

Liz wondered if he would repeat the pattern from earlier when she felt him lean over her back and place his lips next to her breast. Once again, she felt him move his lips down her side and stop at her hips.

Max brought his head out from inside the sleeping bag and moving up to her ears he whispered, “Mustn’t neglect the other side.” At these words, he shifted, lifting himself over her back and moving to the opposite side of the bag.

Liz felt his erection as it brushed tantalizingly over her buttocks before coming to rest next to her hip. She turned her head in her arms and Max repeated the exact same movements and pattern. First hand, then lips.

Liz felt like she was going to explode. She was so relaxed, yet she was so tense. She knew it was Max and what he was doing to her. She waited as he finished up with his lips on her hip, wondering what was next.

Max removed his head from inside the bag before placing his hand on the small of her back. He pressed and circled before moving his way down to the mounds of her buttocks and from there, on to her thighs.

Liz felt like she was coming undone as she felt his hands begin rubbing on the back of her thighs before he moved them down in between. She unconsciously spread her legs apart as her breath became erratic and quiet moans escaped her lips.

Max continued to squeeze, knead, and rub her thighs and buttocks. Liz felt herself begin to shake as she realized that he was taking her over the edge with only a massage.

Burying her head in her arms, she let her orgasm wash over her, stifling the scream she so badly wanted to let burst forth from her lungs. As her quaking subsided, Liz felt Max move his hand up her back and rest it on her shoulder.

“How was the demonstration? Do you think I have that part down?” his breath tickled her ear as he leaned over, awaiting her answer.

Liz said the only thing she could think of at that moment, “Mmm…I think you should stay with your earlier pattern and follow with your lips.”



Title: WSXY Chapter 3
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be *greatly* appreciated!


Carla marched up to the microphone, “ Time to wake up! It’s been a couple of hours since your last stunt so we thought we would give you a break. A bathroom break.”

Sighs and cheers erupted at this announcement. Laughing, she continued, “Hey, we’re not that heartless to ignore the call of nature! But we are going to make this one of your stunts! True lovers have no problem going to the bathroom in front of each other! So, you will need to get yourself to the bathroom in the bag. Once there and inside, you can do your duty. Remember, you have to be back in the bag when the door opens and lights are optional.”

They were down to about nine couples after that last stunt. Liz lifted herself from Max’ chest and glanced around, watching everyone’s reaction to the next stunt. She heard Maria loud and clear.

“We’re going NOW Michael! Otherwise, those wet wipes they gave us earlier are not going to make a bit of difference. “

“Ok, I get the picture. I’m kinky, but not * that * kinky!”

Liz and Max watched their two friends struggling in the bag. They could hear grunts and whispers from Maria and Michael as they maneuvered into position. After what seemed ages, Michael struggled to stand up, Maria on his back, holding up the bag. The room watched them shuffle over to the bathroom and close the door before bursting into laughter.


The next couple to attempt this stunt was Kyle and Tess. The only thing anyone had heard from them all night was laughter, so it was a surprise to hear Kyle say, “Ready?”

“Not really, but let’s get this over with,” Tess giggled. The room roared with hysterics as they watched those two roll to the bathroom.


Isabel and Alex struggled to stand up. They decided they would go next. As they began to hop over to the door, the entire room jumped into a stirring rendition of the bunny hop.


“I guess we’re next,“ Max told Liz. She was still smiling from watching the antics of her friends.

“Yeah, I guess we need to stand up.”

He laughed, “Ok. Let’s roll you over so you are on the bottom, then spread your legs so I can rest between them.”

Liz blushed at what his words implied, but did as he requested. She jumped when she felt him nestled between her thighs. Her eyes raised to his as she felt his body’s natural reaction to their position.

“Sor..” Max started, but she raised her finger to his lips to stop the flow of words.

“Shhh,” Liz hushed him. Max placed a small kiss on the digit over his mouth before raising up to his knees. As he sat up, Liz wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms wove up around his neck, keeping hold of the bag.

Max was kneeling with Liz straddling his lap. “Liz, I need you to drop the bag a little so I can stand up.”

His face was so close, his breath tickled her as he spoke. She pulled her arms from his neck and placed them under his arms, dropping the bag to their waists.

“Ready?” he whispered. Liz thought she was going to faint. Her reaction to his simple question was a pulsing in her lower abdomen that was causing the moistness between her legs to increase.

She gripped him tighter as he rose to his feet, feeling the strong muscles of his thighs bulging with the effort. Every step he took rubbed his erection against her, causing Liz to pant and emit small moans.

They made it into the bathroom and Liz thought she was going to explode. “Max,” she moaned.

“I know. Believe me, I know,” he said as he turned on the light.

Liz unwrapped herself from him and let the sleeping bag fall. They drank in the sight of each other’s bodies, finally seeing what they had only felt before. She couldn’t take it any more.

Stepping closer to him, she reached up and pulled his face down to hers. As their lips met , all the passion and teasing from the past hours collided in a brutal kiss. It was animalistic and feral in nature.

Max hoisted her up again, turning and backing her against the wall, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck as her hands fiercely gripped his hair, drawing him closer.

“Max, please! I want you right NOW!” she ground herself against him to emphasize her need.

He lifted his head, glancing around the room. Spying something, he laughed and moved them over towards the sink.

“Thank God the radio station realized something like this might happen,” he groaned out.

Liz glanced over to where his gaze rested. “Just pick one! I am dying here!” she bit him to punctuate her statement.

Max picked up the foil package and ripped it open. Placing her on the edge of the sink, he rolled the condom on and gathered her back into his arms. Walking back over to the wall, he braced her against it before thrusting into her. It was hard and fast.

As he slammed into her, Liz opened her mouth, gasping as a scream started to form from her impending orgasm. Max placed his mouth over hers as she let loose. Still thrusting deeply, the pulsing of her walls drew him over the edge and his grunts poured into her mouth as his body emptied into hers.


As Max settled them back on the floor in the corner, Liz caught sight of Maria looking at her. Maria’s eyes widened as her mouth formed an * O * before a huge grin appeared. Liz smiled as she settled back on Max’ chest and they both fell asleep.


“Rise and shine. It’s time to announce our winners! This was really hard and we had to vote on all but one couple. We decided they were the unanimous choice.” Carla looked directly over to the corner where Max and Liz lay before stepping over to the table to pick up the list of winners.

At her glance, every eye in the room descended on that corner. Liz blushed furiously and buried her head in Max’ shoulder.

“Way to go Lizzie,” was heard from Maria.

“Maxwell! Didn’t know you could, ahem, * do it *, so convincingly!” came from the other half of that dynamic duo.

“Max!” was all Isabel said.

“Wow Liz, I thought for sure when you pointed out Chewy that you were going to go for it with him. I remember when you first saw Star Wars how cute you thought Chewbacca was and how you said you would love to cuddle up to all that fur! Ow!” Alex shouted as Isabel punched him in the arm.

Of course, the only thing heard from Kyle and Tess was laughter.

Carla moved back up to the microphone, “Here they are. Maria Deluca and Michael Guerin. Isabel Evans and Alex Whitman. Kyle Valenti and Tess Harding. And last, but certainly not least, Max Evans and Liz Parker. Pack your bags people, because you are heading to Hawaii for a week in paradise!”

Maria’s squeal was drowned out by the laughter and congratulations everyone was receiving from the other contestants.

Liz felt Max give her a squeeze, “Do you think you can handle seven more nights with me?”

Raising herself up, she looked at him, “Oh, I think that is a definite possibility!”



Title: WSXY – Hawaii Chapter 4
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.


“Aloha and welcome to the Hilton Hawaiian Village. Name please.”

“Maria Deluca. We are the contest winners for the radio station WSXY.”

“Ah yes, the contest winners. Let me pull up your reservations, just a moment,” the clerk told her as she typed something into the computer before walking over to get a file from the cabinet.

“Ok, Miss Deluca, you and Mr. Guerin are in a dual suite with Miss Parker and Mr. Evans. Are they here?”

“Actually, only myself and Miss Parker are here. The others are arriving later today, “ Maria told the clerk as she pulled Liz forward.

“That’s fine. If you will both sign here I will get you your keys. Are either Miss Evans or Miss Harding here?”

“No,” Liz said, “but Whitman and Valenti are.” She motioned them over.


Alex and Kyle were on a different floor, so Maria and Liz followed the porter to their suite. After he left, Maria ran from room to room, squealing her excitement.

“Liz! Look at this room. Oh, please, can I have this one? The colors, they are so calming and look at that bedspread. I would look so good on that! In fact, I think I have a little something that matches it perfectly.”

“Yes Maria, you can have this room. I’m sure you will look lovely on the bed. In fact, why don’t’ you lay down on it now so I can check the coloring for you,” Liz replied sarcastically.

Maria ignored the sarcasm, dropping down on the bed and giving Liz her best *take me * pose. “So, now that you have seen my beauty on this fabulous bed, answer me honestly. Would you do me?”

Liz couldn’t even answer she was laughing so hard. Waving her hands and backing out of the room, she turned and crossed over to hers. It was similar to Maria’s, except the view was of the ocean instead of the lagoon.


“Can you believe that contest was over a month ago?” Liz had just walked out of her room and joined Kyle, Alex and Maria on the couches.

“Nah, it doesn’t seem that long. But in a way I am glad. It gave us all time to schedule a vacation at work,” Alex answered.

“Has it really been over a month since we met them? Wow, it doesn’t seem like it,” Maria tossed over her shoulder as she went to get something to drink.

“So how long do we have until they get here?” Kyle questioned.

“Around six hours. Their flight doesn’t arrive until nine o’clock. How about we waste some time at the pool?”

“Good one Whitman. We’re on the island of Oahu with the beach twenty feet from the hotel and you want to hang at the pool,” Kyle sniggered.

“Ok, I have some issues with oceans. Ever since I saw
* Deep Blue Sea * I just haven’t felt safe,” Alex batted his eyelashes at the three as they cracked up.

“Suit up! We are heading for Waikiki!” Maria shouted as she ran into her room and slammed the door.


“Liz, you have to get that suit! Come on, it will look fantastic on you,” Maria dragged her into the store. They had spent most of the day on the beach, but it was evening now and they were wandering around until they had to go to the airport.

“But I already have a suit. What do you think I’m wearing?”

“No Liz, you have a * swimming * suit, but you need a
* look at me * suit, and this is it!” Maria pulled out a two-piece thong in fire engine red.

Liz cast her a dubious look, but Maria shoved her towards the dressing room. “Trust me babe, I know what I’m doing.”


“I feel so exposed,” Liz grumbled to Alex.

“I wonder why? Oh, I know, you forgot you watch again. Ow!”

Liz punched him, “Yeah Alex. I’m standing at the airport in a bikini and a sarong but it’s my damn wrist that feels naked!”

Pulling her next to him, he whispered,” Believe me, once a certain someone sees you, you wouldn’t care if you * were * naked with nothing * but * the watch on.”

Maria’s excited yell finished their conversation. Looking towards the gate, they notice Michael walk through and smirk as he caught sight of Maria. She dashed through the crowd, jumping on him before planting a noisy kiss on his lips.

“Oh God, must you?” Isabel shoved past them. Alex let go of Liz and walked over to her. Guiding her to the side, they hugged before sharing a gentle kiss.

“Hey pretty mama!” Kyle yelled from one knee, arms spread wide open in a gesture of welcome.

Tess broke into a grin as she ran over to him and threw herself in his arms as he stood up, “My big strong stud muffin!”

Liz continued to watch the door. And there he was. Finally. She stayed where she was, watching Max Evans walk over, never once breaking eye contact with her. As much as she wanted to do as the others, she stayed put, following Maria’s plan.

She removed the lei from her neck. As Max stopped in front of her, she looked up at him and placed it over his head, kissing him on his cheeks. “Aloha and welcome to paradise.”

Max smiled at her as he reached up to the flower tucked behind her ear and pulled it out. “You need to place this behind the other ear. It let’s everyone know you are already taken.”

He tucked it into her hair before drawing her into his arms. Liz wrapped herself around him and kissed him. After a few moments, they broke apart but continued to stare into each other’s eyes. “This certainly is paradise from where I'm standing,” he whispered.

“Hey lovebirds, let’s go. The night is young!” Maria shouted at them from Michael’s back.


“Did I drink too much?” Liz questioned Maria before she let a little burp into her ear.

“No! What on earth would make you think that?” Maria answered with a burp of her own. They were both standing next to the couch, holding on to each other and trying to keep themselves steady as they twittered and whispered a mile a minute.

“I think it’s time for bed ladies,” Max interjected on their frenzied conversation.

“But I don’t want to go to bed,” Liz pouted before she burst out laughing.

“If I remember right babe, he said it was time to go to bed, * not * go to sleep,” Maria shoved Liz on the couch before she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“Speaking of which,” Michael strolled over to Maria and picking her up, he walked over to their room.

“Say goodnight, Maria.”

“Goodnight Maria,” she hiccuped.

Liz watched Max from her prone position on the couch. Raising her arms towards him, she called, “Max! Take me to bed or lose me forever!” She chuckled at her quote.

Max walked over and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder as he made his way into their room.

“Mmm, you have such a nice ass,” she teased, patting it with her hands. “Ouch, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Behave,” he told her, planting his hand upon her buttock, hard. Placing his knee on the bed, he gently lay her down.

Liz wound her arms around him, “Kiss me.”

Max complied, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. As he lifted his head, she told him, “You’re beautiful,” and promptly passed out.


Liz opened her eyes and quickly shut them. The light from the morning sun sent shards of pain into her head. Opening them again, she stared at the ceiling. Something in her peripheral vision made her turn to the side. Max.

He lay asleep on his back, the sheet bunched up around his waist, one leg sticking out, and one arm above his head. For some reason as she lay admiring his form, a commercial popped into her head. She smiled, coming up with an idea. Slowly making her way over to her bag, she found her camera and walked into the bathroom.


“Ugh, my head! Please, close the curtains. Where are my sunglasses?” Maria plopped down on the couch, her hand thrown over her eyes.

Liz stumbled into the room, “What happened last night?”

“You and Wonder Woman here got rip roaring drunk last night and passed out,” Michael told her as he handed her a mug of coffee.

“Ahhh, Michael, don’t yell,” Maria moaned.

“Wonder Woman?” Liz’s eyebrows lifted at this.

Michael started snickering,” Yeah, except Maria mistakenly thought her outfit was invisible instead of the jet. And her lasso of truth…” Maria somehow mustered the energy needed to jump over and place her hand over his mouth. Liz attempted to suppress her mirth but lost the battle.

“You weren’t any help you know,” Michael directed to her after removing Maria’s hand.

“Me? What did I do?” Wide eyed, she waited.

“Spinning around singing * Wonder Woman * as you attempted to take your clothes off and change into your super hero outfit.”

Maria was cracking up now as Liz blushed, “Oh God! I am so embarrassed!”


“So what’s the plan for today? Don’t we have to contact the radio station? They said we would have to do some promotional work as part of the contest. We are to meet up with another radio station over here, Radio Free Hawaii, I think. Do either of you have the number? Seeing as you are both a little incapacitated, I’ll make the arrangements. I’ll also call Tess and Isabel to see when they want to meet for food. I’m starving,” Michael stated as he went over to get more coffee.

“God, I don’t ever think I have heard him utter that much in my life,“ Liz mumbled under her breath as Maria answered him.

“The number to the radio station is in my bag. They gave me a whole folder, not only of information about the station, but of things to do on the island. Let’s do some touristy things today,” Maria told him.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe take a drive around the island or something?” Liz agreed.

A voice interrupted their conversation, “Ah, Liz? Could you come in here for a moment?”

Liz looked over to her room realizing that Max had woken and found out what her idea was.

“Sure Max, be right in,” she called back to him, giggling.

Maria was watching her, “Liz, what did you do?”

Liz walked over to the door, opening it and stepping through before she stuck her head back out. “Sticky Film,” was all she said before she shut the door.



Note: For those who are rubbing their heads asking, “What the hell is Sticky Film?” Polaroid Sticky Film. It develops the picture on a little sticker……


Title: WSXY – Hawaii Chapter 5
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be * greatly * appreciated.


Max was propped up against the headboard as Liz came in the room. She turned from the door to look at him, “So, what’s up?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving her that sexy half smile as he pointed to all the little squared that seemed to be stuck all over his body and face, “Care to tell me what these are?”

She was completely engulfed in giggles as she approached the bed. Max watched her viewing her handy work. Liz had stuck pictures of herself, or more specifically, pictures of her body parts, to certain areas of his anatomy. He could only see the ones on his torso: a tongue on his nipple, a hand on the other, and teeth on his abdomen. Max could feel and see that there were numerous pictures on his cheeks, forehead, ears, and neck, but he didn’t know what they were of.

He could see that Liz was practically in hysterics now as she pointed to the sheet that was bunched up around his waist.

“What? Did you place more on the sheet?” he questioned, reaching down to see if he could locate them.

“No. Und….und….under,” she gasped out, sinking to the floor.

Max burst into laughter as he lifted the sheet. There, surrounding his penis, were a group of pictures. Picking them off, he noticed a hand, an open mouth, a closed mouth, her tongue, teeth and eyes, but it was the final picture that made him raise his eyebrows at her.

Turning in bed, he scooted over to where she sat on the floor. Looking down at her shaking form, he held the last photo out towards her, “I think I like this one the best. In fact, I’m going to carry it in my wallet and when people ask what you look like, I can pull it out and show them.”

Liz, wheezing, spied the picture, “You can’t! Give me that back! You are not carrying that in your wallet! You can’t show that to people!”

Smiling, Max pulled the photo out of her reach as he backed away from the edge, attempting to vacate the bed. She scrambled up and jumped on him, reaching for the photo. Wrestling around as he kept it from her reach, they scattered the remaining photos and started pointing to each other as they realized * where * they had scattered.

Max’ gaze never left Liz as she reached up, pulled a picture off his neck and then ran her tongue from his neck to his jaw. Seeing what picture she had in her hand, he decided to reciprocate. He pulled a picture of her open mouth from her arm. Leaning down, he placed his firm lips against her wrist and felt her pulse pick up speed as he began edging his way up to her shoulder, his tongue leaving a damp trail that caused the little hairs to stand on end.

She plucked the next photo from his chest. He felt her nibbling on his collarbone before inching her way down to his pectoral muscles. Closing his eyes, he let himself enjoy the sensation of her lips and hair brushing against his ribs as she moved.

His turn. Spotting the picture he wanted, he removed it from her chest before easing his large hand under her shirt, gently massaging each of her breasts. He loved the feeling of her nipples as they rubbed against his palms. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back at his ministrations, a deep breath expelling from her lungs.

Max was waiting patiently for her next move. She opened her eyes and skimmed them over his exposed flesh before stopping near his hip. A small smile appeared and Max felt her press him back onto the bed. Lying there on his back, he lifted his head to see hers drop near his hip. Letting his head collapse back down, his breath became a little more rapid and he gave an involuntary jump as her mouth made contact with his hip.

Eyes closed again, Max relished her tongue as it swirled back and forth across his pelvic region. Every place it touched sent little bursts of electrical pulses through his veins. He felt his erection straining as she teased him, coming closer and closer, but never close enough. His stomach muscles tensed and his breath came out in quick hisses between his tightly clenched teeth.

Her tongue began to move upwards, back towards his chest. Her teeth took a nibble here and there, finally stopping over his nipples. Max gripped the sheets between his fists as the sensations poured over him. When her tongue circled his nipple, he thought he was going to tear the sheet in half. She continued to crawl up his body.

His eyes opened as she straddled his hips, his erection nestled between her thighs. Max looked into Liz’s eyes as she leaned down and claimed his lips with hers, quickly darting her tongue into his mouth and then pulling it out before he could deepen the kiss. He groaned at her teasing.

He felt the hairs on his neck prickle as she moved from his mouth, circling around and settling her teeth on his ear. He reached his hands up, placing them on her hips and squeezing as she moved her tongue and lips around his sensitive lobe.

“Oh God,” Max groaned as Liz took it between her lips and suckled it. He thought he was going to go through the roof as a jolt of pure desire ran down his body and stopped at his pulsing erection. Max couldn’t take it anymore. As she moved to circle to his other ear, he reached one arm up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her to his lips.

Max heard her gasp and he immediately inserted his tongue in her waiting mouth. Tongues dueled as Max pulled her tighter against him. Her whimpers fueled his need and he flipped them over, reaching his hand down to remove her pajama bottoms. He slowly slid his hand over her hip as he pushed them down. She gave a quiver at his touch.

He pulled the arms she had wrapped around him down and broke the kiss. Leaning on one elbow, he ran a finger over her mouth and down her cheek, continuing to her collarbone. Her eyes were closed and he could only imagine that she was feeling the same thing as him. Moving his hand to the hem of her shirt, he lifted it up and over her head, flinging it over the side of the bed.

She had opened her eyes and was gazing at him.

“Keep your eyes open,” he whispered, wanting to see her reaction as he moved his hand down and placed it between her thighs. She gasped, her head tilting back again as he moved his fingers tantalizingly over her sensitive flesh.

Max smiled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes open as he dipped his head down and took her hardened nipple into his hot mouth. Her moan and her hands digging through his hair let him know she was receptive to his action. Moving away from her breasts, he slid his tongue down her torso, enjoying the taste of her skin.

His fingers were still working their magic on her as his head stopped at her hip. Swirling his tongue around, he lifted his gaze back to her face. He couldn’t see her eyes. In fact, he could only see her chin and neck, her head was shifted so far back on the pillow.

Deciding what he wanted to do, Max removed his hand from her flesh and quickly replaced it with his tongue. She keened as his tongue moved against her causing her thrashing to grow wilder. Max continued to pleasure her, her fingers causing a small amount of pain in his scalp where they clutched his hair.

Max knew she was close to her orgasm and wanted to tease her back a little for her joke. When he felt her tense, he pulled his mouth away and began to kiss and lick his way back up her body.

“Noooo…” she groaned, seizing his arms. Max felt her trying to pull him up to her mouth, but he leisurely took his time. By the time he made it up her body, she was grasping and grinding herself all over him. He took her mouth in his just as he felt her wrap her hand around his erection. The pleasure he felt as she stroked him magnified when he reached back down to place his fingers on her wet flesh.

After a few more moments, Max couldn’t take anymore. His control snapped. Removing his hand from between her legs, he pulled hers away from his erection and placed her arm above her head. As he shifted between her thighs, he did the same thing with her other arm. Looking at her face, he could see her ravaged lips and the flush of passion on her cheeks.

“Max,” she intoned to him.

He realized she had lifted her knees on either side of his hips, giving him greater access. Kissing her again, he slid into her depths. He felt her legs wrap around his hips, opening her even wider as he stroked in and out of her, slowly at first, but harder and faster as his orgasm built. Her shrieks sounded in his ear as hers hit, “Oh! Oh! Aaahhhh….”

Closing his eyes, he continued to thrust, feeling her walls clenching him even tighter. That feeling of being squeezed sent him over the edge. He let go of her hands and gripped her hips as he pumped deeply into her. His muscles tensed and he could feel the cords of his neck tighten at the rush of feelings that flowed through him. Moaning, he eased up on the plunging of his hips, finally coming to a complete stop.

Opening his eyes, he found Liz completely wrapped around him, her hands stroking his back, his head buried in her neck. He moved to the side so as not to crush her with his weight but pulled her close against him, kissing her on the top of her head as it nestled beneath his chin and they dozed.


“Hey you two! We’re going down to meet the others and eat. I’ll bring you something back. Also, we are meeting the radio station reps at 1:00, so be ready to go, ok?” Maria’s voice floated through the door, waking them.

“We know you’re in there. I mean, we * heard * you! All I am asking for is a small acknowledgment of my planning skills. Liz, if your mouth is full, just grunt babe, I’ll get the picture,” they heard Maria snort with laughter.

“What Michael? Oh please, so * you * made the phone call, but I’m the one who had gathered all that information in the first place if you will recall. And what? Oh, come on, you’re only saying that because I said it first. You know you were thinking the same thing. Besides, I thought you loved this smart ass.”

“Ok Maria!” Max and Liz both chimed at the same time.

“See, I * told * you they would answer with words. I guess that means I win the bet. Be prepared to pay up, big boy!” Maria’s voice faded as she walked away from the door.

Max felt Liz stretch in his arms. Sliding his gaze over to her, he again was struck by her beauty. Reaching up, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She smiled at his gesture.

Leaning over, he placed a small kiss upon her nose before getting out of bed. “Guess we should go and shower. Join me?”

He watched her eyes travel over his nude form, coming to rest on his eyes. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she stood up and walked into the bathroom


posted on 16-Sep-2001 7:57:40 PM
Title: WSXY - Hawaii Chapter 6
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be *greatly* appreciated.


Liz had just finished adjusting the water temperature when Max walked in. She gave him a sultry look over her shoulder, “Get in. I’ll join you in a sec.”

“Sure, but don’t be too long,” he waggled his eyebrows at her as he stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain shut. Liz walked over to the door, shut it and then turned off the light, shrouding the bathroom in darkness.

“Hey! What happened?” Max’ voice drifted out of the shower. Following the sound, Liz opened the curtain and stepped in.

“Shhh…..just feel,” her voice whispered to him as her outstretched hand encountered his wet flesh.

His arms wrapped around her frame, pulling her close, “Umm, yeah, I think I can do that.”

Liz raised her arms around his neck, drawing him down for a slow leisurely kiss. Their tongues meshed erotically while her hands played with the wet hair on his nape. Max’ hands weren’t idle; roaming over her back and down to her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them.

Liz skimmed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. Pulling away, she lapped at the water adorning his jaw and neck as she moved down to his chest. She lifted her hands and placed them on his torso, finding and pinching his nipples as her tongue drank up more of the water that drenched him. She could hear his breaths as they quickened. She smiled.

Liz continued down towards his abdomen. Max had his hands on her shoulders, smoothing over her skin as she flicked her tongue in and out of his navel. She reached around and gripped his buttocks as she knelt down in front of him.

“You know… Maria gave me a wonderful idea this morning,” she ran her hands up and down the backs of his thighs, the rough hairs tickling her palms.

“Did she?” Max’ voice rumbled above her in the darkness. Liz could feel the heat his skin generated even with the water sluicing down his back and over her hands. She placed her mouth next to his knee, nibbling her way up his inner thigh and taking larger love bites as she edged closer to his core.

“Umm hmm,” she mumbled, the vibration causing her lips to tingle as his leg trembled under her touch.

“Jesus,” he gasped.

Her fingers circled around and began walking up his leg, her tongue still making small circles on his inner thigh. She slid her hand over to his erection, cupping it. Max stepped back at her hot touch.

“Where are you going?” she teased him, moving her head up next to his straining member and allowing it to rest against her cheek.

“Heaven,” he groaned, threading his hands through her tresses as he massaged her scalp.

Unable to resist any more, she shifted her head and fully enveloped him in her mouth. The hands in her hair clutched tighter as her mouth sucked, laved, nipped and scraped along his pulsing erection. She hummed again, her tongue vibrating beneath the underside of his penis.

“Ohhh Christ,” he hissed out above her.

The darkness heightened her other senses. The sound of his breathing, the smell of his wet skin, his absolutely wonderful taste, and the glorious feel of him. It was affecting her more powerfully than she would have thought and she moaned as he began to move his hips against her, holding her head in place as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

She was startled when Max pulled himself away from her and reached down to lift her to her feet. “Turn around,” he growled, using his hand on her shoulder to guide her.

His hands roamed over her torso as his mouth made a meal of her neck. “Liz, I can’t wait anymore.”

“I know, I can’t either. Hurry Max!” she demanded.

She bent over, placing her hands on the back of the tub for leverage. Feeling Max move up behind her, he grasped her hips and with one strong stroke plunged deeply into her. Crying out, she braced herself as he roughly slammed in and out of her. She couldn’t stop the sounds that emerged from her throat every time he went deep. Liz felt herself tensing, her moaning growing louder by the second.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Come on baby. Oh yeah. Oh yeah,” Max urged her on. He reached around her hips and touched her.

Liz felt her orgasm crash through her, “Ahhh….Max!”

“Oh God. Oh God…..Ohhh,” Max plunged a couple more times as his orgasm swept over him.

Pulling out of her, Max lifted her against him and nuzzled her neck. “You are going to kill me one of these days,” he chuckled in her ear.

Liz turned in his arms, “I can’t think of a better way to go, can you?”


Liz found Max picking up the pictures that brought around their morning romp as she walked out of the bathroom.

“I still think this is the picture I want to show everyone,” he held it up, cracking a smile at her.

“Max, no! Please? I’ll get you a much better one. That’s just horrible!” she walked towards him, taking hold of his wrist as she attempted to remove the picture from his grasp.

“Un uh, I’m keeping it. It shows what a great sense of humor you have; besides, it reminds me of our first date,” he snickered at her.

She slapped him on the arm, “You are never going to let me forget that, are you?”

“Nope,” he simply said, pulling her close for a brief kiss. Swatting her on her towel covered backside he released her. “Let’s go eat. I seemed to have worked up a monstrous appetite.”

Liz smiled as she walked over to the dresser, remembering what happened.

*** Flashback to first date ***

“Why am I so nervous? This should be a piece of cake. There is no pressure to sleep together. God knows we already did that! What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? No, scratch that, I most definitely already like him. Ok, calm down. Ugh, my head is killing me. Damn, why do I have to have a sinus infection? Couldn’t it have waited?” Liz wailed to her reflection as she finished up her makeup.

This was her first * date * with Max Evans after the radio contest. It had been a week since they won and this was the first free time both of them could find on their busy schedules.

All she had left to do was remove the giant curlers from her hair. Deciding she would give her hair a bit more time to dry, she reached down and picked up the prescription she had filled this morning, popping one of the pills in her mouth.
Glancing at her clock, she realized she had some time before he got there. Walking downstairs, she plopped down on her couch and turned on the evening news.


“Liz! Liz! Are you in there?”

Liz lifted her head from the couch as the shouting and pounding brought her out of her slumber. “Max,” she tried to call, but her mouth felt like it was glued shut. Trying again, she managed a rusty, “Coming,” and stood up. The room began to tilt. Blinking her eyes, she steadied herself before heading towards the door.
Flinging it open, Liz gave Max a goofy grin. He laughed as he walked in.

“What?” she croaked as she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, trying to work up some saliva so she could speak.

“Uh, Liz, did you just wake up?” Max stood in front of her, lifting her chin, concern evident in his tone.

“I guess I fell asleep. I took something for my sinus infection and sat down on the couch to wait for you,” she raised dazed eyes to his.

“So, you weren’t planning on going out like this?” a smile played about his lips.

Reaching up, she remembered the rollers as her hand encountered them. “Oh! Uh, no, I left these in so my hair could dry. I’ll go up and finish getting ready.”

“Let me help you,” he took her elbow into his hand and followed her back upstairs to the bathroom.

She turned the light on,” Oh My God!”

Liz was never more embarrassed than she was right then. The curlers were somewhat in her hair. Big hunks hung down along with fuzzy clumps all over. Her eye makeup was smeared under her eyes, although one side seemed to have migrated down to her cheek. Lipstick as all over her mouth, chin and cheeks along with some dried drool. While she continued to stare at her reflection, Max moved over behind her and picked up her prescription.

“Is this what you took?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Did you read the warnings on it?”

“Ah, no. I was in a hurry.”

“So you didn’t take this with food?”

She grabbed it from him. There on the bottle, a bright yellow notice * Take this medication with food * and another blue one * May cause drowsiness *.

Liz groaned, “Oh Max, I’m sorry! I wanted this to be perfect. I took this so I wouldn’t be suffering migraines though dinner,” she dropped her head as a few tears ran down her cheeks.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. So far, I couldn’t have asked for a better first date. Why don’t you jump in the shower and then put on some comfortable clothes. I’ll order pizza and we’ll hang out here, just the two of us and your couch. Ok?” he lifted her head up and brushed the tears away.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

*** End of flashback ***

“What are you smiling about?” Max asked her as she sat on the bed.

“Oh, just thinking back to that date and extremely glad there was no photo of that!”

He pulled her up, “I don’t know. This picture of you with your eyes crossed, tongue out and your finger up your nose could give it a serious run for its money.”

“You are bad, do you know that?” she looked at him from under her brows.

“Yeah, I know. Let’s go eat,” he laughed as he dragged her from the room.


“Well, look who finally decided to join us. Guess all that exercise really built up an appetite,” Kyle taunted Max and Liz as they approached the table.

“Where are Alex and Iz?” Max questioned, ignoring Kyle and pulling out a seat for Liz before taking his own.

“They never showed, but I distinctly heard a Tarzan cry coming from their room as we left the suite,” Tess grinned at everyone.

“Tarzan? Oh my God, not a visual of Alex that I want to see,” Maria reached into her bag for some oil. Opening the vial, she took deep breaths of the aroma as she chanted, “Alex is Alex. Alex is not Tarzan,” over and over.

“Maria, I didn’t say it was Alex’s voice I heard,” Tess tried to look serious but at the look on everyone’s face’s, that effort died a quick death.

“Oh God, Isabel? Well, that makes so much more sense to me,” Maria put her oil away and began laughing.

Michael leaned in close to Max, “Guess it runs in the family.”

Liz practically spit her juice out at his comment and glanced at Max, noticing there was some color to his cheeks. She couldn’t help it and joined in the merriment. The others finished up their breakfast and told Max and Liz to meet everyone in the lobby at 12:30 so they could head over to the radio station.


“Maria, would you listen to me? You just passed the building. You need to turn around,” Michael’s frustrated voice echoed through the vehicle.

“Why didn’t you tell me where it was before I passed it?” she griped at him.

“I did! Five times in fact, but you kept saying you had plenty of time to switch lanes. Guess you were wrong, speed racer!”

“Ok Michael. Why don’t you try to be * useful * and look for parking when I turn the car around,” she shot back.


They found a spot near the front entrance of the building. Maria gloated about this all through the lobby and on the elevator ride to the radio station’s offices. They were shown into a conference room where one of the staff awaited them.

“Hi guys, I’m Kailana. I’m Director of Promotions here at the radio station. What I’m passing around to you right now is a general release form that we need to have signed. I’m going to go over some general rules and then answer any questions you have,” she went over to the door and spoke with someone passing by.

She came back to the table and took a seat, ”You will be going up against four other couples that won our contest here in Hawaii. You will, as couples, need to complete 3 or 4 stunts. Some will be onstage in front of an audience, others will not. Staff will be around to judge how each couple completes the requirement. You will receive points for each stunt and the couple with the highest score wins. Some of these stunts will be a little more sexually explicit than you might expect, but it’s all in good fun. If at any point you can’t do anything that is requested, you forfeit your position and are out of the contest. Now, let me answer some of your questions.”

“When does it start?” came from Tess.

“Tomorrow. The station will send a van for you at the hotel. You’ll receive a packet on your way out that lists the schedules and other information about the contest.”

“What are we competing for?” Alex asked.

“The title of * Worlds Sexiest Lovers * and a cover shot on Real Lovers magazine. There is also a cash prize of $5000.”

“What are some of these * sexually explicit * stunts we have to do? I mean, we don’t have to have sex on stage do we, because if that’s the stunt, I’m out!” Maria stated. Liz looked at her and nodded her agreement.

“No, no, you won’t be having sex on stage. If and where you have sex is your own business. We are only interested in getting you in the mood, so to speak. I can’t tell you what any of the stunts are. You will have to wait until the stunt begins. Spontaneity, you know.”

A few more questions were answered. Another staff person entered and handed some folders to Kailana, which she passed out. They finished up their meeting and headed back to the hotel.


TBC…let the games begin…



Title: WSXY - Hawaii Chapter 7a
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: PG to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.


“What kind of stunt is this going to be? They made the guys go early and now we’re just sitting in this room, waiting!” Tess voiced all the women’s concerns. The Hawaii contest winners were sitting with them.

“I have a burning sensation in my stomach. Does anyone have any Tums?” Isabel sat with her hand over her abdomen, rocking.

“Hey Iz, it’s alright. We’re all a bit nervous,” Liz began but was interrupted by the opening of the door.

“Hey ladies! Are you ready to begin?” the guy in the doorway asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. What are we going to be doing that we had to wear our bikini’s?” Maria asked as she walked towards him.

He laughed, “That is for your own benefit, believe me. Now, don’t be nervous. The guys are up on the stage and disguised. All you have to do is identify your man. Doesn’t sound hard, does it?”

“Somehow I get the feeling there is way more to this stunt than he is letting on,” Tess mumbled to Liz.

“I agree. Guess we need to go find out,” Liz said as they walked down the hall and onto the stage. Liz decided she was going to kill Maria for talking her into wearing her new suit.


“Liz, you have to wear your new thong! Max has never seen you in it,” Maria gushed as she lounged on the couch.

“Yes he did. I was wearing it when we met them at the airport,” Liz yelled from her bedroom.

“Granted, you were wearing it, but babe, you had a sarong on. You were hiding the most important part! Don’t you want to get him all worked up so that you can have your wicked way with him later?” Maria teased.

Liz walked out and tried to keep from laughing, “Maria! We are going to be on a stage! As much as I would love to get Max all worked up, the thought of hundreds of people staring at my ass just doesn’t do a thing for me. No, I am not wearing the thong!”

“Liz, come on! You are so exaggerating how many people will be there. Why the hell would anyone in their right mind come hang out at a radio station contest when they could be on the beach? Be daring, wear it. You know you want to. I can see the twinkle in your eye and you forget, I know that look on your face. You are not as innocent as people think,” Maria snickered.

“Ok, fine, I’ll wear it. But only if you wear yours! I’m not going to be the only person on stage in a thong,” she walked back into her bedroom.

“You’re on,” Maria answered as she got up and made her way to her room.


Liz noticed that there had to be close to 200 people in the audience, shouting, whistling and whooping it up as they walked out on the stage. Max wasn’t even here to see her thong, but that huge crowd was. Yes, killing Maria would give her great pleasure.

“Where are they?” Isabel shouted over the sound of the crowd.

“No clue,” she answered. The only other item on stage with them was a white wall.

“Ok ladies, remember what I told you earlier. Just find your man. When you have him, ring the bell so our staff can get you ready for the identification process,” the DJ told them. He began talking into his microphone, introducing himself and the contest. The crowd roared to life as he explained the rules and pointed at the women.

Liz heard a scraping noise and looked over to the white wall next to her. Only it wasn’t a white wall anymore. Sticking out of small openings were eight bright purple butts. “Oh my God!” she started laughing. In fact, all the women were laughing as they stared.

“I did tell you that you can touch, didn’t I?” the DJ smiled at them before walking off stage.

“Hey, I don’t know if I like this. Seven other people will be ogling and squeezing Michael’s ass!” Maria turned to look at her friends, a scowl on her face.

“But Maria, just think, you get to ogle and squeeze seven other asses before you determine which is Michael’s,” Tess pointed out.

“Oh yeah,” Maria’s large grin made everyone laugh.

“I’ll be right back. I need to clarify something with the DJ. Go ahead and get started,” Isabel ran from the stage.

Liz took a deep breath and turned towards the wall. Immediately hoots and whistles began. She blushed red as she remembered why she was getting all the attention. Gritting her teeth, she walked up to the first purple butt. She stared at it for a moment. No need to touch, it wasn’t Max. Too droopy. Smiling, she walked on to the next one. Nope, not Max either. Too flat. The next one made her cringe a little bit. Although it was nicely shaped, she could make out all the hair under the purple paint, bringing back memories of Chewbacca. Definitely not Max. Number four made her pause. Very possible. It had the right shape and looked smooth and firm. Biting her lip, she reached out a hand and gave it a pat. It jumped. She was trying very hard not to laugh at the absurdity of this.

Looking at the other women, Liz could see they were in the same predicament. She watched Maria really lay into the cheeks in front of her. Maria glanced up at Liz, wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. Liz started laughing as she turned back to the cheeks in front of her. Reaching out again, she ran her hands over the taut flesh before giving a little squeeze. They were very firm, smooth and muscled. She would have to remember number four.

Moving on to the next one, she bit her lip. This one looks very similar to number four. Realizing this might be a little harder than she first imagined, she reached out and stroked over the warm flesh. She squeezed it. Again, firm, smooth and muscled. Undecided she moved on.

Number six was too skinny. This had to be Alex. Liz gave it a pinch as she walked by. Number seven was too muscular. She could actually see the striation of each individual muscle as she walked past. Shaking her head, she went on to number eight. Just like four and five. She moved in close and slowly placed her palms on each cheek. Giving them a quick squeeze, she realized this one was just a tad to hard and round. Kyle. She gave him a pinch for good luck and walked back over to number five.

Standing in front of it, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Max standing in front of her, naked, his back to her. When she saw that in her mind, she reached out her hand to the buttocks in front of her. They were too high. Opening her eyes, she smiled and turned towards number four. One of the Hawaii contestants, Stephanie, really seemed to be enjoying herself. At first Liz didn’t care but now that she knew number four was Max, she was put out at what the woman was doing to her guy. Stephanie looked over at Liz and gave her a brief smile before walking away.

Liz jumped in front of number four and began to feel it. She decided to play. Emboldened by the thought that he would retaliate for what she was going to do, she reached a finger out and ran it slowly down the cleft of his cheeks. Liz watched as they clenched in reaction to her movement. She then ran it underneath one of his cheeks before cupping it in her hand. She repeated the whole thing on the other side. Feeling very wicked, she moved closer and ran her finger back down the cleft again. As she neared the end, Liz slowly inserted her finger between his thighs, coming to a halt at his scrotum. She felt his whole body jump at her touch.

“Excuse me, but I would like to feel this one again.”

Liz turned her head to see Stephanie waiting. She exhaled slowly, “Um, that’s not necessary. I’ve already identified this one as mine.”

“You can’t be serious! I’ve been watching you and you only touched three. You obviously need to recheck the ones you missed because I think this one is mine!”

“No. This is my guy and I will not have you mauling him, so go away,” Liz was getting a little pissed at this woman. Who was she to tell Liz she was wrong.

“I will not! You didn’t ring the bell and until you do I have every right to feel this ass if I want to. Now move,” she shouldered Liz out of the way and grabbed *Max*.

“Get off of him! I told you he is mine,” Liz shoved Stephanie away and jumped back in front of the purple butt, patting it as she guarded it and reached for the little bell up above.

Maria walked up to number five, “This one is mine. That yours?”

Liz nodded, “Yes, but that chick won’t believe me. I know this is my butt and I know she knows this is my butt, but she wants my butt because her butt just doesn’t satisfy her! In fact, it’s probably the hairy butt right there!” she pointed to number three.

“Liz, do you have any idea how that sounds?” Maria burst into laughter.

“I don’t care how it sounds. I know my butt and this is it. You know your butt too, Maria.”

“Liz, babe, you are obsessing a little bit here,” Maria turned towards Stephanie, “If I were you, I would step away from the butt. She is very possessive and she doesn’t share her butt with just anyone. Only friends.”

Maria couldn’t resist and reached out, squeezing *Max*,” Ooh, very firm! No wonder you are so possessive Lizzie!”

“Maria! Get your hand off my butt, I mean Max!”

“Cool it Liz, just joking!”

“How do you like the joke?” Liz reached over and began squeezing and kneading *Michael*.

“Hey! That’s my butt! You have your own!” Maria yelled before she and Liz both burst into laughter at their conversation while they reached up and rang their bells.


“Ladies, have you all made your selections?” the DJ asked. A resounding yes answered him back. “All right then! Now that you have selected, it’s time for the identification process to begin. You will each be given a bucket of water and a sponge. You can use your hands, but only on your own body.”

At their collective groan, he continued, “That’s right! You will have to remove the paint from your guys using everything but your hands. You also can’t squeeze the sponge directly onto them. Be creative! Think of another way to get that water on there.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Liz and Maria said at the same time. Liz looked over to look towards Isabel who glared before stepping back as her bucket of water was placed down in front of her.

“How are we going to do this?” quizzed Maria.

“Whatever way we can,” was Liz’s reply as a bucket was placed next to her.

“Now I know why we needed to wear our suits,” Maria mumbled.

Liz looked at the opposite end where Tess was getting her bucket of water. Tess glanced up at her and shrugged her shoulders, giving Liz a crooked smile.

Smiling, Liz gazed at her bucket of water and then at the firm, purple backside hanging out of the wall as she decided what she wanted to do. She bent down and picked up her sponge, dipping it into the cold water. Lifting it out, she turned her torso and squeezed the water onto her thong clad behind.

“Oh!” she gasped as the cool temperature encountered her warm flesh. She backed up and stood on her tiptoes, rubbing her posterior against *Max*, attempting to remove some of the paint. Stopping, she looked back. Just the barest smidgen of paint was now on her backside.

“Sorry Max! I can only imagine what this is doing to you,” she giggled as she tried the process again. Noting that not very much paint had been removed, she turned and faced him.

“Ok, let’s try something else,” she dipped the sponge again and squeezed it on her belly. “Can I just say that this water is very cold?” Liz told him as she moved in and began swaying back and forth, rubbing her stomach across his buttocks. She sighed in frustration. That wasn’t working either. Moving back she dipped the sponge again. Her breath was sucked in as the water now saturated her bikini top. Liz knew her nipples were like little bullets from the coldness of the water and was extremely thankful that she was facing away from the crowd.

Placing both hands on either side of *Max*, she bent over and began rubbing her breasts all over him. “Max, I can honestly say, this is not something I ever thought I would be doing,” she laughed.

When she pulled back, there was definitely more purple paint on her and she could just make out something under the paint on him. “Is that….yellow?” Liz said to no one in particular. Shaking her head, she dipped the sponge again and sprayed herself with the water. As she was undulating against him, Liz could feel herself heating up. God, who knew this would be such a turn on?

“I’m going to try something a little different Max, ok?” she wasn’t expecting an answer, but swore she could see a slight up and down movement from him. Laughing, she drenched the sponged again. Taking a deep breath, she placed the soaking sponge in her mouth and squatting, she pressed it against his buttocks. As the water eased over him, she moved her head back and forth over his firm globes, wiping more paint from him. She moved away, removing the sponge from her mouth and dipped it again.

“It’s working Max! It will be over soon,” she placed the sponge back in her mouth and scrubbed it over the paint again. Her eyes brightened as the purple disappeared to reveal the yellow she had seen earlier. Standing up, she pulled the sponge from her mouth and rang the bell.

“It seems we have our first identification completed. Is this your guy?” the DJ asked.

“Yes, this is Max,” Liz glanced over towards Maria as another bell rang.

“Well, it seems everyone is finishing up,” the DJ walked towards Maria as more bells chimed.

Liz backed up next to Max and placed her hands on him, giving him a final feel before he stepped forward and the slot in the wall closed.

“Oh my God Liz! Could you have ever imagined doing something like that in your life?” Maria was cracking up as they started to walk off the stage.

“Yes Maria. It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine to rub a wet sponge all over my partner’s painted ass. Nothing makes me hornier,” Liz replied.

“You can’t fool me, Lizzie. I know for a fact that your last statement is so true,” Maria smirked.

“Oh right! And you aren’t the least bit turned on by groping your man?” she shot back.

“Me? Are you nuts? I never said I wasn’t. If I recall, that was you. Have I ever told you what a horrid liar you are?” Maria asked as they made it to the dressing room.

“Yes, any number of times,” Liz reached for a towel.

“Cheer up babe, I bet we aren’t the only ones who were affected by this little stunt...”

TBC 7b… =)


Title: WSXY – Hawaii, Chapter 7b
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.

Note: All characters in my story are aged 29 and up. =)


Max gingerly tugged his swim trunks up and over his raging erection. That stunt just about killed him. Not being able to see Liz, but knowing and feeling what she was doing, reminded him of the shower they shared yesterday. It made all your other senses come to life to make up for the absent one. He took deep breaths, attempting to control himself, and opened the door of his dressing room. Michael was waiting.

“I can see you’ve been affected like the rest of us,” he nodded, eyes glancing briefly at Max’ trunks. Max laughed as Michael continued, “Did Liz do anything, uh, unusual to you?”

“Unusual? What do you mean?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

Max noticed redness rising up from Michael’s neck, “Michael, what happened? Oh God, it was Maria, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, of course it was her! She, uh, she did something with her fingers that I wasn’t prepared for. Let’s just leave it at that, okay Maxwell? Come on, let’s go get the second part of this over with so we can head back to the hotel and take care of these,” he gestured to himself and Max.

Max decided to get Liz to find out from Maria what she did. He grinned. Man, he couldn’t wait to get some ammunition on Michael!


“Gentlemen! I know you all want to kill me right now, I can see it in your eyes, but hey, I am only the messenger,” the DJ laughed.

“You know, Joan of Arc was The Messenger and she was burned at the stake,” Alex piped, “so I wouldn’t fall back on that excuse very often if I were you.”

The group of eight guys started laughing at the look on the DJ’s face, “Um yes, I’ll remember that. Thanks. I think. So, let’s get on with the next part. As your ladies had to identify you, so shall you have to identify them.”

Groans were heard at his announcement and Max didn’t know if he liked the sound of this stunt. No, he was positive he didn’t like the sound of it. Images of Liz sticking her shapely posterior out a little hole so seven horny guys could grope her did nothing to assuage him. He was just getting ready to protest when the DJ continued.

“Wait, let me finish. You have to identify them, but not the same way. Like them, you get to use your hands, but unlike them you only get to use your hands.” Max was happy that she wouldn’t be showing herself to this motley gang of contestants, but his thoughts immediately grew troubled as he realized what was actually going to happen. Instead of just being groped on her behind, she was going to be groped all over.

“Hey, I don’t like the thought of Liz being felt up by a bunch of strangers and I’m sure she wouldn’t like it either,” Max began, but was cut off by the DJ.

“Look, I commiserate with you buddy. If my girlfriend looked as hot in a red thong as yours does, I wouldn’t want any of you touching her either, but the fact is, you signed the agreement. You all signed the agreement. There is nothing I can do unless you want to be disqualified. Do you?”

“Come on Maxwell, Liz is a big girl. She can handle it. I’m not thrilled at the prospect of Maria having to go through this either, but I know she would kill me if I had us disqualified. Besides, it’s you that she wants, no one else,” Michael tried to reason with Max.

Thong? She was wearing a red thong? The mental image that ran through his mind was making him crazy. Taking a deep breath, Max exhaled it slowly before answering, “No, I don’t want to be disqualified. Let’s just get the damn thing over with.”

“Okay then, if you’ll all follow me,” the DJ lead them onto the stage and the audience started cheering. They each took a seat in the chairs that were set up, Michael and Alex on either side of Max, Kyle next to Alex.

“Hey Max, you ever think about the fact that your sister is a contestant? I mean, you could inadvertently feel her up. God, she could have felt you up earlier,” Kyle volunteered.

Max suddenly felt ill, “Ah, no Kyle, it had totally slipped my mind until you just brought it up. Thanks.”

“Oh man, I never thought of that either, Kyle. I mean, it’s bad enough for me with Liz and Maria, but it’s not actually incestuous according to the law…”

“Please, Alex, do me a favor and drop it,” Max intoned as thoughts began racing through his mind. Not only did he not want to feel up his sister, he didn’t want the others to feel up Liz. In a thong. A red thong. Oh God, this was hell.

“Ok men, you will be placing the earplugs in and then covering your heads with these hoods. The ladies will be out when you’re ready,” the DJ told them as he passed the items out. “One more thing. The ladies will be blindfolded so they won’t immediately walk to their significant others. You may feel them touching you, but rest assured, for the most part it’s because they need to know where you’re at.”

Max placed the earplugs in, gave his friends a sickly smile and the hood descended over his head. It smelled like menthol. Ah, he got it. It was to mask the smell of the ladies. That was too bad because he would know Liz’s scent anywhere. And so he sat in darkness and waited.

Max jumped when he felt a hand on his knee. Reaching out his hand, he encountered the warm flesh of her arm. His hand circled her wrist and he smiled before he let go. It was too big. Not Liz.

New hands touched him on his shoulders. He let them glide over him as they sailed down his torso. Grasping them, he lifted them off and let go. She was too rough. Not Liz.

More hands landed on his leg. He placed his hands on hers, drawing her closer as he reached out and smoothed his hand over her stomach. The slight bulge let him know to let go. Not Liz.

By now, number four had reached him. Her touch was light as it ran up his arm. His hands went to her waist, slowly sliding upwards, gently brushing the underside of her large breasts. He let go. Not Liz.

Max felt two sets of hands on him. One set slid over his shoulders and down his chest while the other pair moved from his tense thighs to his muscular calves. She tickled the hair on his legs with her fingers while her partner stroked down his chest, resting them on his taut abdomen. Max could feel his desire start as each of them stroked over his hot skin and his hands glided up the arms of the woman behind him while the one in front migrated her hands from his calves to his feet. Max smiled, detaching the woman’s arms from his body. He then leaned forward, reaching out his hands to find the woman by his legs. When he located her, he placed both of his hands under her arms and lifted her into his lap, enfolding her tightly in his embrace. Liz.

She snuggled into him, causing his erection to get harder, if possible, as she ran her hands over his chest and up to his shoulders. She slipped her hands under the hood and teased the hair on the back of his head before traveling back down to his arms. His hood was removed and Max blinked a few times as he adjusted to the light.

Just like he knew she would be, Liz sat in his lap, a blindfold around her head and a sexy smile playing on her lips. He took in her red bikini while her hands were roaming his body. Max looked at her little longer as he realized just how much of her was exposed to everyone. A wave of possessiveness passed through him and he hauled her to him for a kiss. Liz’s mouth opened in surprise and he immediately tangled his tongue with hers as her arms stole up around his neck.

Max wanted her desperately, but knew this wasn’t the place. He ended the kiss and extracted his earplugs. The hum of the crowd roared back to life. He pulled her blindfold off and she blinked a few times before her twinkling eyes gazed at him.

“Did you get my message,” he whispered as he took her earlobe between his teeth. Max felt her give a shiver at his action.

“Yes. Michael brought up that conversation, didn’t he?” she moaned as her head tilted to the side.

“Sure did. Oh, and don’t think I’m not going to retaliate. What you did was criminal,” he nibbled on her neck.

“What? What are you talking about. What did I do?” she questioned him, her head still tilted, allowing him easy access to her neck.

“You know perfectly well what you did. I thought I was going to lose it when you touched me,” he growled.

She lifted her head and looked at him, “Max, what are you talking about? I didn’t touch you anywhere but your cheeks and somehow I can’t imagine that alone would push you over the edge.”

Max froze. God, it was Liz who had been touching him, wasn’t it? What if it had been Maria? Or worse, Isabel? Max closed his eyes as Alex and Kyle’s conversation from earlier played over in his head. He could feel himself begin to sweat and his desire dried up.

He felt shaking and opened his eyes. Liz had her head turned away from him, but he could see her shoulders quivering. Narrowing his eyes, he slid his hand between her legs, causing her to gasp and look at him, her mouth open and eyes wide.

“Max!” she hissed at him, reaching her hand down and clutching his wrist, trying to detach his hand from between her thighs.

“Should we try this again?” he asked.

“Okay, it was me, satisfied? I just wanted to see how you would react if I told you it wasn’t me. Plus, Maria told me I’m a terrible liar and I wanted to prove her wrong!” she pouted at him.

“I also wanted to get back at you for that message. I about died when I saw Wonder Woman in neon yellow on your butt. All I could think was that it was actually Michael I had been teasing. That is, until I saw the message he left for Maria. Then I knew it was a joke. You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?”

Max only chuckled and gave her a sexy smile in response to her question, bringing his fingers closer. He felt her stiffen and watched as her eyes closed. He was rock hard again.

“Max, I can’t believe I am saying this, but please stop,” Liz begged him as she leaned closer and looped her arms around his neck, her panting sounding in his ear.

“We’ll finish this later,” he gave her brief kiss before lifting his hand away.

“Oh yes we will…,” she began, but was interrupted by the announcement from the DJ.

“The point standings are as follows. Seems the mainlanders have beaten our locals in both events. Guess we’ll see if they can keep this up. The next event is tomorrow, but it is not for public viewing. You’ll be able to get highlights on the radio broadcast or on our web site, Thanks everyone and let’s wish all our contestants good luck!”

Max tuned out the crowd and the rest of what the DJ was saying, “God Liz. Do you have any idea how I felt, knowing these other guys, my friends even, had the right to put their hands on you? It drove me insane, thinking of them feeling your body,” he tightened his hold on her.

“Yes Max, I know exactly how you felt. I actually had to watch women putting their hands all over you. God only knows what they did while we were blindfolded!”

Max felt a small shudder wrack her small frame as her arms wrenched him closer, ”You’re mine Max. I even fought a woman for you!”

Max laughed, “I know. Michael and I heard you and Maria claiming our butts.”

“Do you have a problem with me claiming you?” she teased.

“No, you can claim me anytime. Believe me, I could definitely use some claiming right now!” he emphasized his need by grinding it against her bare bottom.

“Max! I am up for pretty much anything, but there is no way we are having sex right here!” Liz angled her head back and looked him in the eyes.

“Liz! As much as I want you, I would never have sex in front of hundreds of people. I was thinking of somewhere more private, like a closet or something.”

“A closet!” she paused, “no, we are not having a quickie in a closet. I am not going at it with a smelly mop next to my head!” she laughed.

Max cracked up at the image she just planted in his mind, “Where do you suggest we go at it then?”

“Hey you two, let’s get a move on. The bus is here to take us back to the hotel,” Isabel hollered from the edge of the stage.

Max suddenly knew where they could go at it. Smiling at the thought, he helped Liz up and they followed Isabel.


Max walked down the isle of the motor coach towards the back. He spied a seat that was separated from the other couples by two rows and there was no one across from it either. He and Liz boarded last and as they took their seats, the bus left the curb. Not one to waste time, Max sat Liz on his lap, “So, where were we? Oh, right, we were thinking of somewhere we could have a quickie that wouldn’t involve cleaning materials.”

Liz giggled as she snuggled closer, “Please tell me you aren’t thinking of right here! Max! There are other people on this bus.”

“Guess you’ll just have to stay quiet then,” his low voice rumbled against her ear. Max had no fear that anyone would see or hear them. The bus was like a Greyhound Bus, with tall seat backs and that loud diesel engine noise. He looked up in time to see Isabel and Alex walk past and head towards the bathroom.

“Besides, I believe the bathroom already has occupants,” he continued his exploration of her neck, placing small love bites all over it. Liz gave a soft moan as he hit the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Shh, we don’t want the others to hear, do we?” Max’ hand progressed down her trembling stomach and came to rest at the edge of her thong.

Her head fell back against the window, “This is retribution, isn’t it?”

He just gave her a low laugh and inched his fingers down under her thong. She gasped as he came in contact with her arousal before lifting her head up and smashing her lips to his in an uncontrollable kiss. Max growled deep in his throat as their tongues dueled, his fingers still working their magic on her. Liz began to tremble and reached her hand down to his, attempting to pull it away. Max wouldn’t have it though. He wanted to watch her go over the edge and he did. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back, as her mouth opened in a silent moan, a flush blooming on her cheeks and descending towards her chest. Max felt her grip tighten on his wrist as her orgasm swept through her. Easing his hand back, he let her settle down for a moment.

Liz opened her eyes and looked at him, “You are very naughty.”

He laughed at her teasing, “You haven’t seen the half of it.”

Placing his hands on her waist, he turned her to face the seat in front of them. He pushed her hair aside and began sliding his tongue over the back of her neck. She sighed and leaned back against him. His large hands came up from behind and cupped her breasts through her bikini top, kneading the soft flesh and enjoying her response to him. He felt her grind down against him and couldn't take it anymore.

He removed his hands and reached down to his swim trunks. Using his legs, he elevated himself, and her, off the seat long enough to yank his trunks down past his erection. Adjusting them so they weren’t bunched under him, he proceeded to reach for her thong, sweeping it down her legs until it caught on her knees. Placing hands on her hips he lifted her up and brought her down over his throbbing penis, entering her slowly. Max bit back the moan that threatened to explode as he sank deeper into her depths. Liz had placed her hands over his and he could feel the tension in them as he lifted her up and brought her back down.

She couldn’t open her legs very wide because of her thong and the restricted space between the seats. The pressure it created on him was unbelievable and his movements became faster and faster. Liz had no leverage and so he was the one doing all the work. His arm muscles were burning as he pistoned them faster and faster but there was no way he was stopping. Max felt her contract around him but still he plunged in and out, his breathing ragged on her neck. Liz slumped back against his chest as another orgasm shot through her. This second one sparked Max’ and he gripped her hips tightly and buried his head in her neck as the explosion rocketed through him. He was still pumping, but his actions had slowed and as the feelings receded, stopped altogether.

Max placed a small kiss on her neck before raising Liz and pulling out of her. He heard her whimper as he left her depths. Setting her in the seat next to him, he quickly adjusted his trunks and settled her back into his lap where she remained for the rest of the bus ride.


“Is everyone ready?” Tess asked. After the torture of the contest earlier, the group decided to head over the Pali to the Kaneohe side of the island for some swimming and a bonfire later in the evening.

“Yeah, I have everything for the bonfire. Isabel, you call in the food order?” Maria tossed over her shoulder as she instructed everyone to pick up the bags.

“We can pick it up now. Let’s go,” she answered. The group headed out to the two rental jeeps and took off.


“Wow Liz, can you imagine anything better than lying on the beach in Hawaii at sunset?” Maria and Liz lay on their towels after spending the rest of the afternoon alternating between swimming, napping and playing.

Liz’s eyes found Max in the surf, “Um yeah, I can think of a thing or two Maria.”

Maria lifted her head and followed Liz’s gaze. A big grin spread over her face, “Yeah, I’m sure you can. Hey, let’s start the bonfire. By the time it really gets going, it’ll be dark out.”

They stood up and set about getting things ready for the fire. After they started it, Liz walked over to one of the jeeps and gathered the blankets. Maria asked Michael to go get the cooler from the other one. Soon the fire was going full force and everyone was sitting together on the blankets and enjoying a drink.


Everyone was a little intoxicated and somehow a tickle fight started. The couples mixed and were now set up as Liz and Michael, Tess and Alex, Kyle and Isabel, and Maria and Max. Liz managed to get away from Michael’s hands and ran towards the water. He took off after her. They were laughing so hard that it was only a minute before he tackled her and the teasing began again. Michael’s hands were everywhere and suddenly they were on her breasts. Liz looked up into Michael’s face, realizing what she wanted.

“Max,” she said, at the same time he said, “Maria.”

He disengaged his hands and stood up, reaching down to help her to her feet. They walked back towards the fire and could make out Maria straddling Max. She was laughing and poking him, her motions too fast for his hands. Maria stopped laughing and leaned down to Max’ face. Liz watched as Maria said something to him and he reached up and kissed her. Then they both stood up, picking up two blankets and walking away from the fire.

Liz felt Michael tense next to her as they watched the two. In their inebriated state, they weren’t catching on very quickly to what was happening. Hurt by what she thought she saw, Liz dropped Michael’s hand and turned, walking down the beach.

It was only a minute later when she heard Max call her name. She panicked. She wasn't ready to confront him, and began running. Max easily caught her around her waist as he stopped them, “Liz, what’s wrong?”

She lifted her head, unshed tears in her eyes, “Nothing Max, I was being stupid. Just kiss me, please?”

He bent his head and lightly touched her lips. Liz sighed at the contact as she lifted her hands and buried them in his hair. She opened her mouth, allowing him access to her sweet flavor and Max held her even tighter as he took her offering and deepened the kiss. They stood there in each other’s arms, the world around them forgotten.

Max lifted his head and tugged on her hand, “Come on.”

When they arrived back at the bonfire, they realized that everyone else had the same idea as them. She watched Max retrieve a blanket before drawing her along behind him, back down the beach. They rounded a corner and he dropped the blanket to the sand.

“Let’s go swimming,” Liz suggested, dropping his hand and quickly stripping. Max followed suit and soon they were in the cool water, splashing each other. They played for a bit before Max drew her close to his body. Liz appreciated his warmth since her teeth were starting to chatter.

“Cold?” Max asked.

“Just a little,” she stuttered back to him.

“I know what we can do to warm you up.”

Liz inclined her head enough to see a huge grin on his face, “Really? Care to share?”

“Oh, I think I could share with you, given the right incentive.”

“The right incentive, hmm?” she ducked her head under his chin and ran her tongue over the growth of whiskers that had sprouted. She rasped against them, coming up the side of his jaw and ending at his ear, tugging it between her teeth.

Max continued to tread water as she did the same thing with the other side before placing her legs around his waist. She continued to nibble on his neck, her hands splayed across his back.

“You’re going to have to do all the work this time if you want me to keep us afloat,” Max’ voice came from above her head.

Liz giggled, “I think I’m getting the better end of this bargain.”

She lifted her head up and could see the moonlight reflected in his eyes. Her hands rose from the water and tugged his head towards hers. She placed small, whisper soft kisses on his lips. Max opened his mouth but she just shifted to the side, stroking her tongue down his jaw line before coming back up. As she closed her mouth over his, he thrust his tongue in, mating it with hers. A flash of desire ran straight down to the pit of her stomach and she released a moan into his mouth.

Max’ arms circled around her and they sank beneath the surface. Sputtering, they broke through the water and began to tread. Liz’s hair was plastered down her face and back.

“You look like Cousin It,” Max laughed.

“Gee, I guess I should be thankful you didn’t say Chewy,” she grumbled as she pushed her hair out of the way.

She floated in close again, “No touching Max. You said I needed to do all the work, remember? You touch, we sink. Got it?”

Their kiss began again, going deeper this time. Liz knew it was killing him not to be able to touch her. It was killing her, too. She missed having his hands on her bringing her unimaginable pleasure. Guess she really was going to be doing all the work. Her hand went down between them, brushing over his hardened nipples, stroking over his taut abdomen and making contact with the hard flesh that was resting against her stomach. Never breaking their kiss, she grasped him in her hand and began to stroke it up and down, sliding it between her palm.

Liz decided she needed a little pleasure of her own and let go of him, her hand coming to rest between her thighs and she stroked her own hot flesh. She closed her eyes, her mouth drawing away from Max in a gasp of pleasure.

Max stroked his tongue over her chin, “Do you know what this is doing to me, knowing you are pleasing yourself on my body and I can’t do a damn thing about it?”

Liz snapped her eyes open at the gruffness of his tone, “The same thing it’s doing to me knowing you can’t touch me and I need to be touched.”

Max took her mouth in a ferocious kiss, her arms around his neck as her legs encircled his waist. They stayed like that until Liz could hardly stand it. She ended the kiss and reached down with one hand, grasping him, as she shifted her position and placed him at the entrance to her body. She gazed into his eyes as she slid it home, Max groaning as he went deep.

They continued to stare into each other’s eyes, joined, connecting on a level they had never reached before. Liz placed her hands on his shoulders and began to ride him. The water kept it slow and steady as they looked into each other’s eyes. As their passion began to crest, Liz tried to move faster but she couldn’t get enough leverage. She could see him alternating between gritting his teeth and panting.

“Liz, I think we need to take a deep breath because I can’t take much more of this.”

“Neither can I. Finish it Max, please?”

They both inhaled deeply when Max clutched her bottom and he thrust into her over and over as they submerged. Liz spiraled out of control and came vigorously against him. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she tried not to give up her supply of oxygen. She felt Max tense and heard his groan in the water. His hands left her backside and he propelled their bodies back towards the surface.

They gasped for air against each other before Max began easing them back towards the shore. Liz didn’t relinquish her position but did use her hands to help Max push them. Max was able to stand after a few minutes and he did so.

The minute his feet touched bottom, he hauled her into a crushing grip, his mouth latching onto hers. Liz kissed him back, her body still gripping him as he grew hard again inside her. Max walked out of the surf and broke their kiss long enough to locate the blanket. Kneeling, he lay her down and followed as he rested most of his weight on his arms. Liz felt him thrusting as he reached down and stroked her. The orgasm came fast, making her toes curl.

This time, her scream echoed off the palms along with Max’ shout as they both exploded. Max rolled onto his back bringing Liz with him. She lay on his chest, lethargy settling into her bones.

“I love you Max,” she whispered, afraid to say it in case he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, but just as afraid not to say it because she wanted to be honest with him, regardless of what happened. The hand stroking her hair paused and Liz tensed.

“I love you too, Liz.”


I'm a Spoiler Slut FanFic Whore and damn proud of it!

posted on 16-Sep-2001 7:58:58 PM
Title: WSXY – Hawaii – 8a
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to the WB, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.

FYI: The waterfall in this sequence is based loosely on a hike I did about a mile north of Hauula on the island of Oahu, near the North Shore. Any readers from that area, I just borrowed the name and location, that’s it.


“Remind me again why I agreed to hike up to some waterfall this early in the morning?” Maria yawned.

Liz watched as Michael swiveled his body around in the passenger seat and looked at Maria. The gaze he settled on her was hot enough to melt wax as he crooked a finger at her. Maria leaned in. Michael whispered something and Maria’s eyes grew wide before she blushed and sat back. After Michael turned around, Liz poked Maria in the side, “Do we want to know what you agreed to?”

“Babe, that is for me to know and for you to never find out!” she laughed. Liz cracked up. Her eyes drifted up to the rearview mirror where she caught Max staring at her. He had the most expressive eyes and she knew what he was thinking at that moment. She cocked an eyebrow at him and blew him a kiss before turning back to Maria.

Max pulled the jeep into a small dirt parking lot. The sign identified it as Sacred Falls State Park. Everyone clamored out of the vehicle and gathered the items they brought with them. Michael and Max were pouring over a map of the trail while Liz and Maria waited.

“I don’t think I like hiking.”

“Maria! Have you ever been hiking?”

“No, that’s why I don’t think I like it.”


“Well, doesn’t it make sense that I would have gone hiking at some other point in my life besides now? Since I haven’t, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t like it,” she leaned against the jeep.

“That’s the craziest analogy I think I’ve ever heard. Let me ask you a few things. You like going for walks, correct?” Liz sat on the fence rails they were parked by.

“Yes, but…”

“You like nature, you know, flowers, trees, animals, things like that, correct?” Liz interrupted her.

Maria drew out her answer, “Yes.”

“You like water don’t you?”

“Yes, but Liz…”

“And you like Michael, right?”

Liz watched Maria glance over to where the two guys were standing. As if by magic, Michael stopped what he was saying to Max and looked over to where Maria stood watching him. He smirked at her before continuing his discussion with Max. “Um, yeah, I like Michael a lot. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone as much as I do him,” Maria confessed.

“Well, then how can you say you don’t like hiking? It has all the elements you just said you liked,” Liz smiled at her.

Maria shut her mouth, speechless for a moment. Only for a moment. “Your logic scares me sometimes,” she huffed.


“I don’t like hiking.”

“Uh, what was that Liz? I don’t think I heard what you said,” Maria asked loudly. Liz turned and gave her a dirty look. Max and Michael stopped.

“What’s up Liz? I didn’t hear what you said,” Max smiled.

“Oh, something about hiking, wasn’t that it Liz?” Maria asked sweetly.

“What about the hike? Isn’t it fantastic?” Max swept around to encompass the guava forest they were in. While the scenery was breathtaking, the hike itself was grueling. They were only 2 miles in and they were basically climbing a cliff. Liz’s feet were killing her, and her knuckle had been scraped on an outcropping of rock. She looked at Max’ exuberance and couldn’t quash it.

“I said I love it,” she smiled at him.

“Are you sure Liz? I could swear you said…”

“I love it Maria, ok?” Liz gritted out.

“If you say so, babe,” Maria chuckled.

Liz laughed and shook her head, “Ok, I asked for that.”

“Yes, you did,” Maria replied before yelling at the guys. “Hey, when are we going to take a break? Some of us aren’t used to this much strenuous activity.” Michael opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Maria beat him to it. “Don’t. Even. Think. About it!”

He put his hand over his face as he burst out laughing. Smiling, Max caught Liz’s eyes, “Can you make it one more mile? We’ll be about halfway by then and we can grab a snack and sit down.”

Liz nodded her head and turned back to Maria, “Come on, let’s go Sheena.”


“Oh it’s beautiful! I don’t know if it was worth the hell I just went through to get here, but it definitely makes it worthwhile,” Maria stood gaping at the view.

Liz concurred. It was beautiful. The waterfall was in the side of the cliff on a small plateau, thus the need to climb up the face of it. The water poured down from the top about 100 feet above them. There was one main fall and a number of smaller ones that branched off of it. The water was crystalline and gathered in a deep pool. The lava rock nearest the falling water had been smoothed to a glassy finish. Like obsidian. It reflected the sunlight, causing the area to be filled with rainbows as they bounced around the mist. Wild ginger, hibiscus and orchids were growing all over, creating an oasis effect amongst the tropical foliage.

Her observations were interrupted by a splash. “How about a swim, ladies?” Michael shouted from the center of the pool. Maria was already removing her shoes.

Liz watched Max pull his shirt over his head. The muscles in his abdomen rippled with the movement. She thought about how gorgeous he is. And it wasn’t just looks. The thing about Max is that he doesn’t even realize just how beautiful he is. It just wasn’t in his personality. He knows he is attractive to the opposite sex, but he doesn’t realize how charismatic he is to all sexes. He draws people to him like bees to honey and treats everyone equally. Liz smiled and realized it was his down-to-earth qualities that made her love him so much.

Max pulled off his shoes and socks before climbing up onto a rock and jumping into the water. He surfaced, shaking his head, water droplets flying everywhere and glanced around until he spotted her. “What are you waiting for?”

Liz realized she hadn’t moved since she stopped to admire the area and was, in fact, the only one of them not in the water. She sat down and removed her shoes, noticing a red spot on her heel. Liz pressed a finger against the tender skin and inhaled sharply at the burning sensation. A blister. Maybe the water will help it. Shrugging, she stood up and removed her shirt and shorts. Stepping gingerly on the rocks, she dipped a foot in when she reached the edge. Felt like warm bath water. The lava rock must conduct the heat from the sun and keep it a fairly even temperature. Sighing, Liz eased herself into the pool.

Gliding towards the center, she spotted Michael and Maria splashing and dunking each other over near the falls. She felt hands glide up her legs, pausing a moment on her bottom before moving up and sliding around her waist.

“Hi!” Max said into her ear as he surfaced behind her.

“Hi yourself,” she giggled.

“What do you think? Was it worth the hike?” he rested his chin on her shoulder, his fingers absently drawing circles on her belly.

“Yes! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it in my life! How’d you find out about it?”

“One of the DJ’s told me about it. Said Kailuwa’a Falls was one of the more secluded waterfalls on the island. Most people don’t want to climb the cliff, so it doesn’t get as much attention as the other falls. Not many tourists bring hiking boots to Hawaii.” He continued to rub her belly.

“So I noticed. I’m glad I brought some sneakers but even so, I have the beginnings of a very nasty blister on my left foot. It was worth it though. Thank you for bringing us up here.”

“My pleasure. I wish we could do more stuff like this while we are here, but the contest times kind of prevent it. It’s hard to believe we only have 3 days left. On the plus side, that means we only have one more stunt after tonight,” he chuckled.

“Hey guys, let’s wrassle,” Maria shouted from the top of Michael’s shoulders. Before Liz could say anything, Max released her and sank beneath the water. She felt him spread her legs and move his head between them. Liz grabbed onto his hair as he surfaced. She hitched her legs under his arms and around his back to keep her balance.

“What’s the rules,” Liz asked Maria as she and Max moved in towards them.

“There are no rules. Whoever falls off first has to…umm…do some type of stunt that the winner picks.”

“Couldn’t we just buy dinner and drinks?” Max asked.

“What’s up Maxwell? Think you’re gonna lose?” Michael challenged.

“We are not going to lose!” Liz growled.

“That’s it babe! Are we on?” Maria glanced between Liz and Max.

“We’re on, and I can’t wait to come up with something for you two to do!” Max replied.


“Liz, how could you fall off?”

She and Max were sitting on the rocks over near the falls and eating some of the guava they picked on the hike up. Liz just glared at him over the piece of fruit she was nibbling on. When she was finished she still glared at him. “Do not think that I am to blame for this Maxwell Evans! If I remember correctly, you were the one that agreed to the bet.”

“Yeah, after you said we wouldn’t lose!” he glared back at her.

“How was I suppose to know that Maria was playing dirty?” she yelled at him.

“She’s your best friend, how could you not?” he yelled back.

“Ahh, you are impossible! Fine! It’s my entire fault! Happy? I’m going back to the jeep. I can’t be around you right now.” Liz slipped into the water and began swimming to the other end. She heard a splash. Deciding she needed to cool off, she swam faster, trying to get some distance between herself and Max. Unfortunately for her, Max was quicker.

“You aren’t going back to the jeep by yourself,” he told her as he clasped her ankle and halted her progress.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I was going to get Maria to go with me, not you. Now let go!” She tried to kick loose.

“No. And Maria doesn’t appear to be around, so I guess you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.” Max tightened his grip on her leg and began to reel her in.

“I’m a big girl Max. I can manage on my own. What are you doing?” Liz narrowed her eyes at him.

“Nothing,” he smirked at her as his free hand traveled up the length of her leg.

“You are most definitely doing something! Now let me go!” She used her free leg and braced it on his chest, pushing herself free of his wandering hands. Her move surprised him and he let go. Taking advantage of her freedom, Liz turned and began swimming, but her freedom was short lived. Her ankle was grasped again and she was pulled back towards the waterfall. She could feel the pounding of the water as they neared the main fall. It was so loud now that the roaring of the water swallowed everything she said. Max moved off to the side of the main falls, finding a smaller tributary.

When he turned around, Liz could see the anger in his eyes. They were glowing, like a piece of amber held up to the sun. She’d never seen him like this before and it shocked and excited her at the same time. Granted, they had never had a fight before this. Hell, this wasn’t even a fight, per se, but a disagreement that was rapidly getting out of hand. She knew she should back down but she didn’t want to. She wanted to see how far this would go. How far he would go.

She stopped struggling when she noticed his eyes and Max took advantage of her momentary stillness. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around hers, trapping her.

“You are going to listen to me. Don’t think you can run away when we fight. You may have done that in your past relationships, but not with me!” Max spoke loudly into her ear so that he could be heard over the sound of the falls.

Liz struggled and said loudly, “I was not running away! I just didn’t want to be around you at that moment and I still don’t! Now let me go so I can calm down.”

She felt the change in him immediately. The way his muscles relaxed and yet his hold on her tightened, pressing her against him. “Don’t you know that I’ll never let you go,” he said to her as he nuzzled her neck.

A flash of hunger shot through Liz so fast all she could do was gasp as her head fell back to allow him access. As Max moved his tongue down and over her collarbone, his hands reached up and unclasped her bikini top, flinging it away. The hunger in Liz made her dizzy and she held on tightly to Max. She’d heard about how great sex was when you were angry, but she had never experienced it. Until now.

She felt Max lift her out of the water and place her on a ledge above him. The water from the small waterfall, trickled over her head and body like a warm shower. She could smell the wild flowers that were growing next to her, they were almost overpowering, their nectar so sweet. Max grabbed hold of her bikini bottoms and ripped it off of her, quickly replacing it with his mouth. The first upward stroke of his tongue had her screaming his name and clutching his hair. Liz attempted to pull him closer, but Max resisted. He kissed the inside of her thighs before taking another taste of her. This time, he rubbed his stubble-covered chin over her engorged clit. Liz arched her back and clasped him to her, lifting her legs and enveloping him within the circle of her thighs. Max lapped at her, teasing her with slow and fast strokes. Her excitement during the argument fueled her orgasm and she came against his mouth, her legs squeezing his head tightly as she yelled out her release.

Max unwrapped her limp legs from his neck and bracing his arms on the ledge, lifted himself out of the water. Liz was leaning back against the foliage growing on the wall behind her. She leaned forward, into the stream of water, and clasped her arms around Max before planting her lips on his. The water from the falls trailed over their heads and faces as they opened their mouths and swapped tongues, each dueling for the ultimate prize.

Max stood on the rocks beneath the ledge she was sitting on and Liz swept his trunks off, using her feet to push them down and he kicked them free. She leaned back and scooted her hips down closer to the edge, wrapping her legs around his waist. The water from the fall was spraying down on his back, cooling their overheated skin. Staring at each other, the want was evident in each other’s eyes.

“Max,” she implored, her eyes closing. She had no need for the preliminaries they usually went through.

Max grasped her hips and eased the tip of his penis into her entrance before stopping. “Do you want this Liz?” He shifted his hips to emphasize his question.

Liz was trying to force him into her, but his hands held her fast. Her eyes flew open, “Yes! Max, I want it right now! Please…” He sank a little deeper.

“Are you sure? You’re not just caught up in the moment are you?” he gyrated his hips.

“No! I always want this! I always want you! Forever!” she was panting at the torture he was putting her through.

“Forever?” he questioned, sliding backwards and stopping again, his tip anchored in her wetness.

Liz was frantic with hunger and practically in tears; her need for him so fierce. She was clutching at his back and using her legs to try and get him to sink deeper, to give her what she wanted. “No! Come back, please Max. I love you! I’m yours! Forever. Please Max!”

“Forever Liz. You are mine forever,” Max growled as he thrust deep. Her nails scored his down his back and her neck arched as he penetrated her deeply.

“And you’re mine Max. Mine forever,” she gasped as her orgasm built. The pounding of the falls on the rocks next to them reverberated through their bodies as Max drove hard into her. Their fusing was hot, wild and swift, and they climaxed together, his raw moans drowning out her keening ones.


“Do you see my suit?” Liz asked. They decided to find Maria and Michael and head back down to the jeep.

“Ah, no. Seen mine? They should have floated over here.”

“Oh my God Max! Come here!” Liz called to him from the rocks. When he reached her, she was sitting on the rock, a piece of paper in her hand, her other one covering her eyes. He took the paper from her and read it.

Hey Liz!

We were going to tell you what your stunt was, but when we came (no pun intended – LOL) upon you getting serviced, well, I decided not to interrupt you! (Michael wanted to – you owe me big, girlfriend!)

Anyway, we decided to head down to the jeep and wait. We took everything with us, so just grab your clothes and head on down. Oh wait, Michael said to meet us at the coffeehouse we passed about a mile down the road.


P.S. We took your suits!

“Liz, it’s not that bad. I mean, yeah, it’s a bit embarrassing…wait, ok, it’s a lot embarrassing, but we’ll live.”

She knew he was trying to make it sound like getting caught having sex by their best friends wasn’t that bad, but that wasn’t the worst part. “Not that bad! Max, have you looked at our clothes? Did you read the P.S.?” she dropped her hand.

“What?” Max glanced down noticing his shirt and shoes. He reread the note. “Shit!”

“That’s right, shit! We have to climb down half clothed,” she whined.

Liz reached out and lifted up her shorts, ”They left my shorts, which, there is no way you can wear, and your shirt, which I can wear but would leave you buck naked!”

“I’m going to kill them when I see them next!” he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Let’s get this over with and pray that no one else decides to hike up here,” she stood up and pulled on her shorts. “If you wet your shirt, it should stretch enough to cover you.”

She finished putting on her shoes and looked up at him. He still stood naked, holding the note. “Max, as much as I would love it if you decided to hike nude, I think you might regret it if we meet other people on the trail,” she laughed. Max bent over and picked up his T-shirt, placing it in the water. He wrung it out and put it on. It stretched to the middle of his thighs. Liz watched him glance down at the hem.

“Shit!” was all he said as he bent down to get his shoes.


Liz was enjoying the view as they made their way down. Every time Max bent over or down, she caught an eye full of his ass. “So Max, how’s it hanging?” Liz laughed at her corny line.

He stopped and turned towards her, lifting his shirt up. “Straight down,” he panned. Liz burst out laughing.

“Nice set Liz,” he raised and lowered his brows at her.

“Yes, aren’t they?” she giggled, putting one hand on her head and the other on her hip, posing pretty for him. Her smile disappeared and her hand covered her breasts. Max gave her a funny look.

“Max!” she hissed, indicating over his shoulder with her head. She knew the minute he figured it out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Turning, he greeted the group of hikers on the trail in front of them. They looked to be in their mid-sixties.

“Hi! Nice view, huh?” he questioned.

“I’ll say,” came from a woman in the front. As the group passed, Liz and Max gritted their teeth and smiled at the comments that came their way.

“Well! I never…”

“She is a lucky young lady…”

“Do you think he is wearing any underwear…”

“Must be some new trend…”

“Doesn’t she look perky…”

“I used to be that perky…”


When they finally made it down to the parking lot, they realized the jeep wasn’t there. “Oh Christ! We have to walk along the highway to that coffee shop. Somehow I mistakenly thought they would leave the jeep. How stupid of me,” Max cursed. They started to walk the mile to the meeting place. A car drove by, honking as it passed. Max’ shirt fluttered and lifted in the breeze.

“Max!” Liz shouted, reaching her hands out to keep his shirt from baring him to the passing cars. More honking and shouts erupted as Liz’s bare breasts were exposed to the next set of cars. She let go of Max’ shirt and re-covered her breasts.

“Max, hold your shirt down or all these drivers are going to get an up close and personal view of what I consider mine!” she yelled at him. Max gripped his shirt next to his thighs.

It only took them a few more minutes, and a lot more honking and yelling, before they made it to the coffeehouse. They spotted Michael and Maria lounging at a table laughing hysterically. “Keys, now!” Max demanded.

Michael tossed them to Max and sat back, slapping the table as he cracked up. Liz just glared at Maria before turning and following Max to the jeep. They crawled inside and found their clothes. Max jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling up near the porch.

“Get in now or we leave you here.”

Michael and Maria scrambled to the jeep and jumped in. It was dead quiet as they drove out of the parking lot. Liz caught Max’ eyes in the rearview mirror again and they couldn’t contain it any longer. They both started laughing. Max looked over to a grinning Michael, “I’m never taking a bet with you again!”




Title: WSXY – Hawaii – 8b
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they all belong to UPN, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.


“What the hell are these?” Michael held up the little strip of silver fabric.

“I’d guess it’s a G-string. Are we suppose to wear it?” Alex too held his up for inspection.

“Um yea, I’d guess it’s our uniform for the next stunt. Please Buddha, don’t let it be in front of a huge group of people,” Kyle shook his head.

“Do you think the girls have to wear this also?” Max questioned. He wasn’t thrilled with the thought of putting this scrap of material on, but his brow furrowed as he imagined Liz in something like this on a stage. He was not a happy camper.

“Maxwell, I’d say the answer is a yes, except they get something to cover the top half too,” Michael spun the offending garment around his finger. “Let’s get it over with.”


“This is really uncomfortable!” Kyle yelled from the bathroom.

“You know we can’t say anything about it though because the girls all wear thongs and they will just make some comment about how they wear them all the time. That they grow on you. What the hell does that mean, they grow on you? Do I want this to grow on me?” Alex asked, his hands moving to his backside as he attempted to adjust the string from its current location.

“Well, I know I don’t want it growing on me, but hey, whatever turns you on I guess,” Kyle laughed, walking by Alex and snapping the string.

“Just doesn’t have the same effect as when I’m wearing shorts, does it?” Alex quipped.

“I’m going to have to agree with you there. Not the same at all,” Kyle answered as he and Alex fingered the string.

“There is just something so wrong with this picture,” Michael mumbled.


Max stood outside the door, a towel draped low on his hips. The hallway was empty and he was the last of the contestants to locate his room. He ran a hand nervously through his hair, asking himself, “What the hell is this stunt?” Reaching for the towel, he glanced in both directions before letting it hit the floor. He had to leave it outside. Part of the rules. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and stepped through, closing it quickly behind him. Surveying the room, his eyes alighted on Liz.

She smiled at him, her hips swaying back and forth as she moved to him. “Hey sweetie.” As predicted, she was wearing a small silver bikini. Liz’s eyes shifted down to the scrap of fabric that was covering him. To say it barely covered him was an understatement, but it was rapidly coming true as Max watched her eyes inspect him while he in turn took in her body. He watched her smile grow larger as he did too.

Noting his reaction, she cocked her head to the side and gave him a sly look, “Glad to see me?”

“How’d you guess?” he panned.

Her laugh tinkled as her hand rubbed slowly over his cheek, “Oh, my astute powers of observation led me to that conclusion.”

Max pulled her hand to his mouth, brushing his lips over the back of it softly before letting go. “Do you have any clue what the stunt is? I was simply handed this,” he pointed to his G-string, “and told what door to enter.”

“I have an idea,” she told him as she turned and walked towards a table. Max’ eyes were drawn to her firm bottom as she moved away from him. It was as exposed as his was. He heaved a sigh of relief that it was only he and she in here. The thought of other men seeing Liz dressed, or undressed as the case may be, in that sliver of fabric gave him chills.

Max was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t realize she was headed back towards him. Blinking a couple of times, his gaze focused on her face. She had a glint in her eyes and as he wondered what put it there, her hand came out from behind her back. Before he could react, his face became the intended target of the pie she’d hid back there.

Max felt the fluffy concoction splat onto this smiling face and licking his lips, he tasted coconut. Reaching up, he wiped the pie out of his eyes and made out Liz laughing hysterically. Spying the pies on the table, he silently moved past her and picked up one. Gliding over to a still laughing Liz, he waited until she bent over again before moving the pie under her face and pushing her head down.

He watched in satisfaction as she sputtered and coughed the creamy confection from her mouth. Straightening up, she wiped her eyes and glared at him for a moment before giving a squeal and running for the table. Max shot over to it and reached it in time to get slammed with pie in the chest. With a roar, he grabbed a pie and squashed it on Liz’s derriere. The sound of her outrage was lost when a pie hit him on the side of the head.

His next hit was right on her chest. Her next hit was his groin. Her head. His butt. Her back. His shoulder. Her stomach. Laughing, they realized they were out of pie.

“What now? Are you sure we weren’t suppose to eat these Liz?” he wheezed.

“No. While we were dressing some staff person told us we needed to throw the pie. Besides, I don’t think we could eat a dozen pies, do you?” she gasped out at him.

“So what’s next? Is this it? Oh Jesus, they’re going to make us go onstage and get hosed down aren’t they? In front of an audience. Why couldn’t we have just worn regular bathing suits instead of these embarrassing things?” Max shuddered as he thought up the scenario.

“No! You don’t think we’ll have to do that, do you? Maybe this is it.” Liz was wringing her hands. Max opened his mouth to say something when a speaker in the ceiling crackled to life.

“Good evening contestants! You are probably wondering what’s next now that you are covered in pie. Never fear, you won’t be in front of people for the next part. I can hear the sighs now. Remember, we said that this stunt was not for public viewing. We aren’t that evil. So here’s the deal. You made a mess of yourselves I’m sure, so now you need to clean yourselves up. And don’t worry about the room because it will be cleaned later. I’ll be checking on you in a bit,” and the speaker crackled as it died.

“We have to clean each other off? That doesn’t seem too difficult,” Liz looked at Max.

“Liz, do you have anything to wipe up with because I don’t. In fact, the only things in this room are us, a table and pie tins,” Max pointed to each as he spoke.

“Oh. Well damn! How are we suppose to…” her voice trailed off.

Max was looking at her with a raised brow, “Come here.”

Max held out his hand to her. The smile she gave him seemed a little naughty when she placed her hand in his and let him pull her close. Their pie-covered torso’s slipped against each other as he circled her with his arms. “I can only think of one way to clean the pie off of us. Think cats,” he growled into her ear.

Liz’s eyes grew wide for a moment before she swooped down and swirled her tongue over Max’ cream covered neck. His hands slid in pie as he attempted to grip Liz. Her mouth continued down his chest, circling his already raised nipple before drawing it into her mouth. Max sucked in a deep breath at her ministrations. His hands had moved down to her bare buttocks and began massaging them, the cream acting as a lubricant over her skin.

Seeming satisfied that his nipple was clean, she licked a trail over to the other and began to clean that area. When she pulled away from his chest to eye her handy work, Max moved his hand to her shoulder, preventing Liz from starting on the next spot she had selected.

“My turn,” he whispered, taking a step back and bending down towards her face. Her eyes were open and watching him as his tongue traced it’s way over and around her lips. A breathy sigh escaped her and Max took advantage of Liz’s parted lips, dipping his tongue inside and teasing her.

“No pie in there, guess I’ll have to check elsewhere.” He traced a trail down her neck and across her collarbone. Max kneeled to get a better angle as he skimmed the side of her bikini top along the outer area of her breast. Slipping his tongue under the edges, he followed the fabric a bit before looking up at Liz. Her head was back, mouth open and panting, eyes closed, and her hands were griping his slippery cream covered hair. He retracted his tongue from beneath the fabric, still watching her.

“Nope, that’s clean too. Guess I don’t need to go under that.” He smiled at her groan of frustration as she looked down at him.

“Ah, but this, this is very messy.” Max reached out and lapped at the topside of the fabric. It was a rough material and it seemed to stick to his tongue as he passed over, removing any traces of cream from Liz’s breast. Her hands tightened in his hair as he moved around the little triangle of fabric before finding her nipple and sucking the cloth-covered digit into his hot mouth. Circling it with his tongue, the material didn’t impede his progress as he bit and nibbled at the protuberance.

A soft groan was heard from her as he lifted his head. The shiny material glowed at him with the protrusion of her nipple in the dead center of it. “One down…” Max moved over to the other side and repeated the whole process.

Next, his tongue ran down between her breasts and left a clean mark to the border of her bikini bottom. He cleaned the edges again first as Liz tightened her grip on his hair. He could feel her trembling as he moved further in, his tongue scrapping over the coarseness of the cloth. Glancing to his right, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. Clasping her hand in his, he maneuvered them over to the table. “Now lean against this and open your legs for me. I intend to be very thorough,” his wicked voice told her as he knelt before her again.

This time, Liz was gripping the surface of the table instead of his hair as he again placed his tongue over her bikini bottom. As he moved down, he felt her trembling increase. Max smiled at the thought that he was driving her insane. Her “Oh!” was an indication that he had hit a sensitive spot. Continuing down, he slid in-between her thighs and could smell her arousal. The mixture of Liz’s scent along with the coconut was killing him. Max continually lapped at her bikini, making sure every bit was clean and pie free.

Liz now had one hand in his hair while the other clutched the table for dear life. Her pants and moans spoke volumes to him about how excited she was. Deciding to torture her a little bit, knowing their coming together would be all the sweeter and more explosive for it, he gave her a final lick before standing up.

“All clean. I don’t think a hand washing could have done a better job than I just did,” he smiled and stepped back.

Groaning, her eyes popped open as she reached out for him, “Max.”

“Liz, don’t you remember? This is a contest and we need to do what we are told. Don’t you want to win?”

“No! I don’t give a shit about winning right now. I only care about you and your tongue. Please Max…” she pleaded.

“Liz, baby, I swear, I’ll continue with my tongue on your skin as soon as this stunt is done,” he bargained with her. Max watched the expression on her face change from one of longing to one of steel. She reached out to him and swapped places with him. Max slammed into the table, his startled eyes taking in the hunger on Liz’s face.

“You better hold on Max because I’m about ready to clean your pipes,” she hissed at him before her tongue flicked out on his chest and began moving downward.

“You’re happy trail is a bit dirty, better clean that up for you.”

Max watched her tongue lave down the middle of his chest before reaching his abdomen. His muscled clenched in anticipation as she teased her way down his body. Max grasped the table, his reaction to her evident through the tiny bikini he was wearing.

He sucked in a breath as Liz reached the shiny fabric covering his over-abundant arousal. He could feel her inch underneath the boundary of the cloth, running her tongue along the edge and removing any traces of pie. She was doing the same thing to him that he had done to her. Max looked down at her and could see her staring at the bikini covered flesh in front of her. She licked her lips and Max let out a groan.

Liz lifted her eyes to his before giving him a wicked look,” Spread um.”


“You heard me. Spread um,” she demanded.

The sexual fog lifted from his brain enough for Max to figure out she was talking about his legs. He did as requested, leaning back on the table. He watched her attention turn back to his erection. The minute her tongue reached out to touch the material, he closed his eyes and tensed. The fabric pulled taut over his penis as she stroked the frothy confection from his front. He groaned as he felt her tongue stroking down towards the sacs that were pulsing with desire. Max’ head fell back and a loud moan erupted from his throat as Liz continued to torture him through the bikini.

“Liz! God, please…” he tried to get out of his parched throat but was interrupted by the crackling of the speaker. He couldn’t make out what was said, his mind focused solely on what Liz was doing to him.

“No,” he voiced and opened his eyes as he felt Liz pull away.

“Max! Max…” he focused on Liz’s mouth, knowing she was saying something to him, but he couldn’t figure out what.

“What?” he stumbled as she stood up quickly and grasped his hand, drawing him towards the door.

“What? Liz! Liz, we can’t go out there…” he argued with her as she continued to try and drag him with her.

Max’ head finally cleared enough and he figured out what she was talking about, “…over with! Oh God, we didn’t clean each other very well. I think we lost this round.”

Her words sank in and his erection died a quick death as they rushed to the door. Opening it, they peered outside and noticed all the other couples already standing there. Liz stepped out and Max followed. Looking at the others, Max realized how clean they all were. Maria and Michael were probably the closest to them in terms of still having globs of cream on them, but even they were cleaner than he and Liz.

Liz glanced up and caught his eye, a small smirk covered her lips. He leaned down, “Guess you were right. We didn’t win.” She chuckled.

One of the DJ’s came down the hall eyeing all of them. Max and Liz were at the very end and they watched the DJ stop in front of Michael and Maria, saying something to them in a low voice. He turned at last towards Max and Liz and his eyebrows shot up. Max tilted his head and shrugged, a smirk on his lips. The DJ laughed and turned back to the rest of the group.

“Well, it appears that Max and Liz are the winners of this event.”

Amid all the grumbles and shouting, Max and Liz stared at each other, confusion evident in their expression. Liz turned to the DJ, “Wait! What do you mean we won? We aren’t clean at all. That couple over there is spotless, shouldn’t they win?”

The DJ spun back to Max and Liz, laughing. Calming himself, he explained the decision, “This contest is to find the best lovers so we had you cover each other with pie and clean yourselves off. Now great lovers would get caught up in the cleaning, distracted by each other. Get it? Now you two obviously fit that to a tee because as we can all see, there are only a couple of spots cleaned on each of you. Spots that true lovers would focus on, not because they were trying to win the contest, but because it’s what felt good. Hell, I’d bet at least one of you said to forget about the contest, right?”

Max heard Liz gasp and watched as the blush rushed up her neck and into her face, suffusing it with color.

“By your reaction, I guess that was your line, huh babe?” Maria chortled.

“Why don’t you all hit the showers and we’ll see you tomorrow for the final stunt,” the DJ told them as he walked down the hallway.


“Hey Liz, shower’s free,” Maria called out to her.

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.” Gathering her bra and panties she walked into the bathroom. Stepping under the warm spray, she removed the bikini. She bit her lip as she came in contact with her overly tender flesh. Leaning back, she let the water pour over her for a moment as she tried to calm herself down. Turning, the water sluiced down her hair taking with it most of the pie that was embedded in it. Picking up her shampoo, she lathered up, scrubbing the sticky stuff from her scalp. A small shriek escaped her as she felt a muscular body press up against hers.

“Liz, you ok?” Maria shouted.

Liz tilted her head back and began to rinse the suds from her eyes. “Um, yea Maria. Someone must have flushed,” she improvised.

“Max! What are you doing here?” she whispered as Max nuzzled his face into her neck.

“I would think that was pretty obvious by now,” he whispered back, brushing the ‘evidence’ against her thigh.

“Oh, I hate that! It throws the water pressure off too!” Maria yelled back.

“Well, I know that, but how did you get in here?” Liz asked him as he turned them around in the small shower stall and pressed her back against the wall.

“I snuck in when Maria was pulling on her shirt. I think her head got stuck,” he ran his hands over her breasts, tweaking the already sensitive nipples. Liz laughed at the image he planted in her mind before a small gasp escaped.

“What’s so funny? Hey, I’m going to finish putting my makeup on in here. The mirror is larger and the light is brighter. So?” Maria’s voice came from just outside the shower curtain.

“Oh, um, I was just picturing the look on that one couples face when they found out they didn’t win,” Liz improvised again. She was attempting to keep her mind clear but Max was making it very hard. He moved his hands down and placed her legs around his hips while nibbling on her earlobe.

“Oh God, that was so funny. Especially when she cuffed him. Wasn’t she the one you got in the fight with over--,” Maria was abruptly cut off.

“Max!” Liz panted out.

“Uh, yea Liz, Max. Are you ok?”

“Yes! Sorry Maria, um, you know how my mind wanders when I think about Max," Liz apologized. She was again biting her lip to keep quiet when Max reached down between them and began rubbing his finger against her delicate flesh. When he inserted a finger in her depths, she slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the moan.

“Ok, so tell me, what do you think of Alex and Isabel? That whole jungle thing from a couple of mornings ago. I never would have thought of Alex as being so kinky. I mean, can you even imagine what they were doing?” Maria prattled.

“Oh God!” Liz moaned, unable to contain herself as Max brought her to orgasm.

“I know, I know. Now Kyle, yes, I can totally see that, but Alex? It must be Isabel’s influence, don’t you think?” Maria asked.

“Yes!” Liz practically shouted as Max slid his throbbing penis deep into her, moving a bit awkwardly in such a confined space. But he was moving and it was pulling Liz up to her crest again.

“I’m glad to see we agree on this. I think I will talk with him about this later. Ok, I’m finished. I’ll see you at the hotel. Bye Max,” Maria said smoothly.

Liz’s eyes flew open at Maria’s goodbye and Max stopped what he was doing. They stayed like that until they heard the door closing.

“Finally,” he growled as he began moving in and out of her depths again. Liz’s cries reverberated off the walls of the small shower stall. Max’ grunting grew louder as he braced he feet on the lip of the cubicle and pounded into Liz. She couldn’t get enough. The foreplay with the pie sparked a carnal drive in her that wasn’t being assuaged. Something inside of her shifted and grew. Liz ravaged his mouth, taking everything she could get and it still wasn’t enough for her; for them.

Max suddenly stopped, looking at her, his eyes glowing with an animalistic sheen, “Turn off the water.”

Liz complied and Max swept the shower curtain aside, striding over to a stool, still sheathed deeply within her. Sinking onto it, his hands moved to her hips, “Ride me.”

She braced her hands on his shoulders and unwound her feet from his back, placing them on the floor. Using her thigh muscles, she raised and lowered herself on him. She was in control now and set a hard, fast pace. Guttural sounds burst from her throat as the pleasure swept through her. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pulled herself closer to him as she continued to bury him deep within her body.

Max must have reached his limit because his hands began to lift and lower her at an even faster pace and he began to thrust himself in her. Liz’s muscles were screaming in protest and welcomed him taking some of the burden off of them. A ball of fire began in her toes and worked its way up her body, bursting forth in a scream as her orgasm took her to new heights. The flexing of her inner walls squeezed Max tightly and he yelled as he came.

Shaking, her head fell onto his shoulder, her small breaths panting against his neck. He stroked his hand through her hair and down her back, soothing her. She gave him a shaky laugh, “Max, have you ever felt…”


“It was like something took over my body. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to control it. Max, you bring something out in me, something primal; physical, and yet somehow you seem to touch every emotion that resides in my soul. Thank you.” She looked into his eyes when he lifted her chin and brushed a soft kiss over her lips.

“The same thing happened to me. It’s not just wanting to possess you, it’s like I need to be one with you, like you’re my other half or something. It’s crazy, but I wouldn’t go back or change anything. Ever.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before rising up and heading back to the shower.



I'm a Spoiler Slut FanFic Whore and damn proud of it!

posted on 16-Sep-2001 8:04:25 PM
Title: WSXY – Hawaii – 9a
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they belong to UPN, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.


“Are you sure this is the right place, Isabel?” Liz looked at the sign on the building they were standing in front of.

“According to the address the station gave me this is it,” she answered, consulting the paper again.

“But it’s a..a..” Maria began.

“Sex shop!” Tess yelled.

The four of them looked at each other. “Why do you think they sent us here? What do we need to get at a sex shop?” Liz questioned.

“I’d say sex but we know that isn’t the case for you Liz,” Maria joked.

“Shut up Maria. I distinctly remember hearing some odd noises coming from your room this morning,” Liz answered, her face bright red.

“Maria, before you bring it up, I don’t want to hear about my brothers sex life. That’s just gross,” Isabel shuddered.

“I guess we should go in and find out what’s going on,” Tess, the voice of reason, tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the door.


“Ladies! Welcome to Firestarter! We stoke ‘em, you poke ‘em, so to speak. Ok, never mind. I can see by the confused looks on your faces that the radio station didn’t fill you in? Well, I’m Dennis, the owner. Why don’t we go in the back and I can explain everything.” He waved his hands in the air as he ushered them to the back room of the establishment.

“Chop, chop. You can be a looky-loo later,” he motioned to Maria. Once they were settled down he began.


Dennis had finished telling them what they had to do for the next stunt. Four pairs of raised eyebrows were evident on all their faces. “Ok, who’s first?” Dennis sat, hands clasped under his chin looking at the four.

“Well, uh, can we just look around?” Isabel asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s a splendid idea. Why don’t you look around. If you find something you like, just let me know,” he told them, standing up and sweeping aside the curtain that led back to the main room.


“Oh my God! Liz, would you look at this stuff? I always thought I was wild but after looking at some of this stuff, I’m thinking I need to reassess my wardrobe,” Maria chatted as she pulled out another outfit and held it up for inspection.

“Maria, I don’t think I can wear any of this stuff. I mean, this is not me. Maybe silk or lace, but leather and latex?” Liz held her hand over her queasy stomach.

“Babe, you’ll be fine once you are in something. It’s a disguise, just remember that. Think how freeing it will be. Think of what Max will look like.” Maria gave Liz a sly look.

A huge grin appeared on Liz’s face as she though of how Max would look before it turned to a frown.

“What’s the matter? I think the guys will look hot!” Maria stared at Liz.

“Yeah Maria, they will look hot. Very hot. But others will be looking at them too! They will be looking at us also. What if Max looks at someone else and decides he likes them better?” A worried look crossed Liz’s features.

“Are you nuts? Max looks, but he doesn’t notice. I’ll bet money that he will be freaking out trying to figure out where you’re at. The man is crazy about you. Michael told me how he spaz’s out whenever he thinks you’re going to be exposed to other men. Believe me, once he steps through that door his mind will be on finding you. So come on, let’s find us some wild outfits and have fun,” Maria linked arms with Liz and they set off for the next rack.


“Honest opinion here,” Maria said as she walked out of the dressing room.

Liz’s mouth flew open as she took in the outfit.

“Girlfriend, that is so you! If you don’t take it, I will!” Dennis admired as he stopped next to Liz.

“Really? Liz?” Maria asked hesitatingly.

“Um, wow Maria. Dennis is right, you should get that. You look fantastic!” Liz nodded her head as she complimented her friend.

Maria stood there in bright green latex. The top was a halter style with a giant keyhole in the middle. The skintight material barely covered her nipples and created a rather deep valley between her breasts. The collar buckled around her neck as did the closure on her back. The bottom was a pair of hot pants that were cut very high in the back, almost a thong style but not quite. The front contained a large buckle that matched the ones on her top. A pair of stiletto platform green latex boots completed the outfit. Liz lost count of how many buckles there were on them.

“Ok, I’ll take this. Let me change and then it’s your turn Liz,” Maria told her as she stepped back into the dressing room.

“Oh boy,” Liz mumbled.


“Well?” Maria prompted.
“Well what?” Liz returned.
“Are you coming out to show me?”
“What? Why not?”
“Maria, this outfit…it…I…nothing…”
“Liz! Let me see! Open the door right now!”
“Holy Shit!”

Liz watched her friends face, “So, uh, what do you think?”

“You so have to get that!”

“What? You’re kidding, right?”

“No! Liz, you look phenomenal. Is it heavy?”

“Surprisingly no,” Liz answered as she went to view herself in the full-length mirror.

She was fully covered in a ‘dress’ that came down to mid-thigh. The catch was that it was completely comprised of small horizontal chains. The halter style exposed her shoulders and it wasn’t until she moved that anything became exposed beneath it. The back was low, just covering the slope of her buttocks. The small G-string she would wear would be invisible beneath the red color of the chains. A pair of red chained sandals finished the outfit.

“Liz, I know what you are thinking and trust me, this dress cover’s you more than you know. It gives a peek of what’s beneath, but you don’t see the whole package. I’m telling you, get this. Have I steered you wrong yet?” Maria caught Liz’s eyes in the mirror.

“Ok,” Liz let out on a breath, accepting her fate.

“Good. Now go change and let’s get our wigs and masks. What do you think Isabel and Tess are wearing?” The foursome had split into pairs and was going to surprise each other as they dressed for the stunt.

“Leather, definitely leather.”


“I kind of like this wig,” Maria admired herself in the mirror. It was short, spiky, and jet-black. She was adjusting it when Liz walked in. “Ooh, I like it,” she squealed as she spied the platinum bob that Liz was now sporting. They just needed to put their masks in place and then they were ready to go.

“I’m really nervous about this. What do you think the guys will be wearing?” Liz patted a hand over her wig making sure everything was in place.

“If it’s anything like what we’re wearing I’m going to burst into flame.”

Liz chuckled, “But what if we can’t recognize them?”

“Liz, there are sixteen contestants and we’ve seen the other guys before. Believe me, we’ll be able to identify them.” Maria placed the mask on her face and turned to Liz.

“Maria, if I didn’t know it was you I wouldn’t recognize you. Ok, tell me what you think.” Liz placed her own mask on.

“Liz! Oh my God, you look great. I didn’t even know it was you.”

Liz and Maria turned towards the door at Isabel’s shout. She and Tess were standing in the long trench coats Dennis had handed them on their way out of his shop.

“And Maria!” she continued.

“Drop the coats you two, let’s see the goods, “ Maria smiled.

Tess dropped hers. She was in a white latex tank dress. It hugged her like a second skin. It looked normal enough until you noticed the clear latex cutouts. A rectangular one was pressed against her very red nipples and another one exposed her jeweled royal blue G-string. The back had another clear window over her buttocks. Her wig was also royal blue and very curly, pouring over her shoulders in ringlets and stopping midway down her back. White latex platforms with a clear plastic heel completed the ensemble.

“Jesus Tess, and I thought they said eyes were the windows to the soul, “ Maria burst out causing everyone to laugh.

“Ok Isabel, your turn,” Liz wheezed, trying to catch her breath.

Isabel dropped the coat and she was in, what else, but black leather. A leather spider web would be the easiest way to describe the outfit. A large circle in the midriff was connected by vertical bands of leather that stretched up to the collar and down to the bikini bottom. The bands of leather wrapped her entire body. One strategically placed horizontal band completely covered her nipples. The back was the same way, except the vertical bands continued down, loose, to form a skirt over her buttocks. Black leather elbow length gloves and knee high boots finished to look. A shocking long pink wig was on her head. It was pulled into a ponytail on the top and banded with leather; a cat-o-nine swung in her hand.

“Somehow we knew you would be in leather. A dominatrix, huh? Suits you perfectly,” Maria teased as she went to grab her and Liz’s coats.


The limousine dropped them at the house. Music was blaring and people were wandering everywhere, dressed just as wildly, if not more so, than they were. Liz leaned over to Maria.

“It will be so easy to spot them. I mean, there are only sixteen of us and we’ve already seen the other contestants, “ she mimicked.

“Shut up Liz,” Maria gritted out.

“How are we suppose to find them? Who knows what they will be disguised in. Look at these people. I thought we were dressing wildly!” Liz gestured as a woman walked by dressed in electrical tape.

“Let’s get in the house and begin the hunt. You know we are going to have to separate don’t you? I can’t very well win if I’m helping you look for Max, now can I?” Maria gave Liz a smile as they stepped through the front door.

“I know. How about this. We stay together and get the lay of the land. Once we’re comfortable with the layout we separate,” Liz suggested.

“Sounds like a plan. Shall we get a drink?”

They walked farther into the room noting the dancing that was taking place in the living room as they passed on their way to the kitchen. A door opened on the right and they could see it was a bathroom, but it certainly wasn’t being used that way. More like an orgy room. Liz shook her head and noted not to go there to use the facilities. They passed an open door that led to the basement. A loud moan emanated from its depths and Maria giggled next to her. They finally made it into the kitchen where a full bar was set up.

Getting a drink, they went through the opposite door, which took them into the dining room. A man was sitting in a chair while another man kneeled on the floor next to him, a dog collar around his neck. Leering at Liz and Maria, the man jerked on the leash, “Say hello to the nice ladies.” The other man whispered a ‘hello’ to them. “Would you like to have the services of my sex slave? He will do whatever you wish,” the man in the chair told them.

“Um no, but thanks, we have our own sex slaves and we are looking for them now,” Maria improvised.

“Ah yes, I hate it when mine escapes me. But it does make for some fun punishments later on, doesn’t it?”

“Sure,” Liz nodded her head and pushed Maria out the door.


After exploring a little more and getting another drink, they made their way out of the kitchen, being sure to avoid the dinning room. Rounding a corner Liz grasped onto Maria’s arm, halting her. “Oh! Maria, did you see that guy?”

“Where? Point him out,’ she was craning her neck in the direction Liz was pointing.

“That’s not…”

“I think it is!”


“Yes! Come on, let’s go see,” Liz pulled Maria through the crowd and approached the man in question.

“Hey stud,” Maria stretched up on her tiptoe and spoke into his ear.

Liz watched him swing around towards them, a huge grin on his face. It faded quickly.

“Shit! I told them the three of us would be able to recognize each other. Whoa Liz! Max is going to be happy but not happy when he sees you dressed in that,” Alex told her.

“You’re one to talk. What the hell is that contraption? It looks like a harness,” Maria cracked up.

Leather straps started from a metal circle in the center of his chest and spread outward, wrapping around him and connecting all together in the back with hooks. He can’t get out of it until he is let out of it. A black leather loin cover with spikes drew the eye downward and a half hood covered his face leaving his mouth and chin uncovered.

“I don’t really know what the hell it is but Dennis recommended it. I have to admit, I like the spikes,” he pointed to his crotch and they all started laughing.

“Are you two working together?” he asked when they’d calmed down.

“No, we were just getting used to the place. We are splitting up as soon as we leave you,” Liz answered.

“Gotcha. Ok, well, I have to look for Isabel. Give me a hint, what’s she dressed in?” he pleaded.

Liz looked at Maria before turning back to Alex. “Leather!” they both chorused.


Liz wandered though the doorway, squeezing her way through the crowd. There was a lot of noise coming from inside this room so she thought she would come in and investigate. She was glad she went back for another drink after splitting with Maria. It made her not so jumpy when she felt hands on her. They were mostly on her back but sometimes someone would pull her against them and ‘freak’ on her backside while telling her in explicit terms what they wanted to do to her. She played along for a minute before quickly escaping their clutches.

“God Max, where are you?” she mumbled under her breath as she broke out of the crowd. Her eyes about popped out of her head. Isabel was taking the dominatrix costume a little too seriously. She was using her cat-o-nines on a man that was chained to the wall. Shaking her head, Liz pushed her way back into the hallway.

Emerging from the room, she felt herself pulled back against a hard form. A strong arm encircled her waist and eased between the chains to rub her skin.

“Hey pretty mama, looking for someone?” the voice rasped in her ear.

“Kyle?” she turned her head to see who was holding her.

“Liz? “ he questioned back as his arm released her. “Oh God, Liz! I didn’t recognize you. And, well, you and Tess are about the same height,” Kyle trailed off and whistled.

“Has Max seen you yet?”

“Yes Kyle, that’s why I’m walking around by myself,” Liz rolled her eyes.

Kyle shrugged his shoulders and gave her a goofy grin. “Gotta tell you, you look hot Liz,” he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Liz stood back and checked out his outfit. He was wearing shiny black latex chaps and a matching loin cover. That was it besides the matching boots on his feet, the cowboy hat, and the small mask on his face. “Wow Kyle, I’d have to say the same thing. The Lone Ranger certainly doesn’t have anything on you! I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“I don’t. Dennis suggested it and it’s just a stick- on. It’ll wash off in the shower.”

“Oh. Well, I guess I’d better head off. Have you seen anyone else?” Liz asked.

“Yeah. I was catching Isabel’s show when I spotted you. That outfit really seems to fit her. I feel sorry for Alex.”

Liz laughed, “I don’t know, I bet he has already met this side of Isabel many times.”


TBC =)


Title: WSXY – Hawaii – 9b
Author: hipntrendy
Email: hipntrendy⊕
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Roswell, they belong to UPN, Jason Katims and Melinda Metz. I only claim ownership of my own characters.
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: AU – No Aliens, M/L and a radio station contest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.


“No. We aren’t doing it.”
“I’m not a chicken.”
“Bwock, bwock, bwock.”
“Michael, drop it. It’s not happening.”
“Fine, be that way…”
“We aren’t joining that poker game.”
“Why not? I’m feeling lucky.”
“Wait. Watch this hand and look at what the loser has to do. If you still want to, then go right ahead.”
“Max, it can’t be that ba…Oh shit!”
“Oh man, no, I don’t want to see,” Michael was shaking his head, looking anyway.
“Let’s go,” Max steered them out of the room and back into the hallway.
“I can barely imagine doing that with Maria, let alone some stranger, some guy! God, I need a drink,” Michael laughed.
“I know what you mean,” Max chuckled.


“How long have we been here?” Max asked as they stood on the deck, overlooking the lush backyard, filled with people enjoying the pool, Jacuzzi and sauna.

“About an hour I’d guess. Do you think the girls are here?” Michael leaned against the railing.

“I hope so and yet I don’t. I can’t imagine Liz here; not exactly her crowd,” Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the island air.

“I don’t know Max. I bet Liz is having a blast. There is something wild in her eyes, something that she doesn’t let loose very often. She’ll probably surprise you. What do you think she is wearing? I can certainly picture Maria...” he trailed off, nudging Max for an answer.

“Liz? Well, I see her in something silky; maybe even lacy. Whatever it is, I know she is probably overdressed at this event. Unlike us,” Max smiled, opening his eyes as he imagined what she would be wearing. “How ‘bout you. What’s Maria wearing?”

“Maria will be in something with…feathers.”

“Feathers?” Max raised his eyebrows and laughed. “I don’t even want to know why you brought up feathers.”

Max watched Michael give him a wicked smile.

“Hey, is that hot?” Max inclined his head towards Michael.

He was talking about Michael’s get-up for the stunt. He was in blue latex. The pants were low-riders with lacing up the sides of the legs and anyone who looked would know that he was going Kamikaze. There was a lacing up the front also, but it luckily didn’t show anything. He had on skin-tight muscle shirt, which was short so his abs were visible. Michael had been working out and it was beginning to show. It was Dennis’ idea that he show off his burgeoning six-pack. The shirt also showed his pecks and the upper part of his abs.

“Yeah, this plastic shit is hot as hell. I think Maria is going to have to cut the shirt off of me. Should fulfil any fantasy she has about ripping my clothes off,” Michael joked.

Max shook his head, laughing.

“Hey man, as fun as this is, I think we should start hunting for our women,” Michael placed his cup down and turned towards the yard.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll see you around,” Max put his cup next to Michael’s and walked in the opposite direction.


Max entered the living room where the dancing was going strong. It was jammed and he squeezed his way through the throngs of people as he searched for Liz. He put his hands on a woman’s hips in front of him, intending to move her out of the way so he could continue on. Instead, she backed into him and began to grind her backside on him. Her short black hair tickled his chin as he moved his face next to her ear, “Excuse me.”



The woman turned and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. “Isn’t this the wildest party?”

She pulled back and Max had his first glance at her outfit. No feathers. Michael is going to be disappointed, but not very, he concluded. He smiled at her.

“You like? Do you think Michael will approve?” she twirled and his eyes widened at the quick view of her butt.

“Wow Maria, you’re looking damn good. Michael’s going to go nuts, although the lack of feathers may be a bit disappointing to him,” he teased her.

“Feathers, huh? Maybe later,” she laughed up at him as they danced.

“Seen anyone else,” he questioned.

“Yeah, Liz and I happened upon Alex but that’s about it. You?”

“Just you. So, uh, how does Liz look? Is she, um, uncomfortable here?” he swayed in time to the beat.

“Liz? Oh, she looks so hot. I wish I had found her outfit. Hell, as soon as we walked in the door we were being propositioned left and right and I probably should not have said anything about that to you,” Maria finished as he clenched his jaw.

“Come on Max, don’t tell me you haven’t been propositioned in that get-up. Jesus, look at you. I wouldn’t have recognized you if you hadn’t said anything to me. Can I just say that Liz is a very lucky woman.”

Max blushed. ” I seriously doubt you have been left wanting,” he smirked at her.

It was her turn to blush, “Um, no, you’re right. You are most definitely right. Anyway, never fear, all Liz kept asking was how she was supposed to find you.”

Max’ face relaxed and a huge grin appeared at that last bit of information.

“So, how does Michael look?” she interrupted.

“Uh, like Michael,” Max shrugged at her.

“No, is he hot looking? Will I be drooling?” she stared at him.

“I don’t know; I don’t look at him that way. He looks like Michael. Um, but if this helps, Dennis was fanning himself when Michael walked out of the dressing room,” Max made a face at her.

Maria laughed, “Yeah, that helps. I’m going to go with the assumption that he is hot. Well stud, as much as I would love to stay here and let people think that you and I are going to hook up and go have amazingly hot and steamy sex, it ain’t going to win me a prize, so I’ll see you later.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, pinched his ass and blended into the crowd.


Max walked down the stairs to the backyard and wandered around. He found himself passing the Jacuzzi. Trying not to watch what the group of people was doing, he continued by until his hand was grasped. Stopping, he looked and realized a woman in the tub had grabbed it and was pulling him closer, asking him to join them. Shaking his head no, he released himself and walked away quickly. He also noted not to let any of his friends’ go near it when he saw them next.

A petite figure moving in the crowd caught his eye on the other side of the pool. He moved swiftly but by the time he reached that side, she was already gone. Looking around, he noticed her walking across the deck of the house. “Liz!” he called out as he rushed across the lawn and pushed past the people on the stairs. He was about to enter the house when someone touched him on his arm.


He turned quickly, “Liz!”



I know what you perv’s are screaming at me about and you will get to read about Max’ outfit soon.
“An-tis-ipaaation…” (A very BAD rendition of Carley Simon…)