| Title: All Good Things Come In Threes|
Disclaimer: Of course they‘re not mine - if they were the show would be much more fun!
Pairing: M/L, M/L/Mi
Notes: At heart I‘m a Dreamer (still), but Michael is just too gorgeous, so I‘m a Polarist too. I just think he and Liz would be good together.
This is just a little fantasy of mine from Liz‘ POV (and my first Roswell fic). Michael and Maria never loved each other (I wouldn‘t want to hurt the pixie), and Tess and the whole destiny crap don‘t exist.
The title is a translated German proverb - I don‘t know if it has an equivalent in English, but it just fitted the story so well.
All Good Things Come in Threes
Like every girl in school I had a crush on Michael Guerin at one point - I mean, just look at him, he‘s the prototype of the sexy loner. I dreamed of being the one to touch his soft spot, of looking into his normally hard and suspicious eyes and see right into his soul... And of spending nights of passion out in the desert with him. You know, the usual stuff.
But of course that was before I knew that he‘s an alien. And before I fell in love with Max, serious, handsome Max, who saved my life and who‘s also „not from this world“ as he expresses it. My friend Maria and I call the three - Max‘s sister Isabel is an alien, too - the „Czechoslovakians“.
After learning their secret our lives suddenly became very exciting and also very dangerous - but I wouldn‘t want anything else, because in Max I found my soulmate, my other half, my true love - everything you see in cheesy romantic movies is true for us.
That‘s one side of the story of Max and me, the other is the intense sexual attraction between us. I mean, the first time we kissed my world started spinning and I just melted into Max‘s strong arms. And he felt the same. It was really all we could do not to make love right then and there, on my balcony.
After that we spent every minute we were alone in each other‘s arms, making out with a passion I had never before experienced. It didn‘t take too long until we gave each other our virginities, an act that cemented the bond we shared forever.
So I was a very happy and sexually satisfied woman. But still, every now and then I woke up sweating from an erotic dream of Michael, my boyfriend‘s best friend, the man Max shared most things with (including some weird alien genes). The problem was that he was even more attractive once I got to know him better. He‘s probably the most faithful person I‘ve ever known, loyal to a fault and in his heart, buried under years of loneliness and neglection, he possesses the sensitive soul of an artist.
Max I love because he‘s my soulmate, our minds work in similar ways, we understand each other without words. But Michael... He‘s everything I‘m not, the typical bad guy, the rebel, to my responsible, serious straight-A science student. And boy, is Michael sexy!
And that‘s why I didn‘t protest when he kissed me on that fateful night in Max‘s room but kissed him right back.
NO, it was not the way you think it was. I didn‘t betray the man I‘ve just described as my soulmate - and in his own room at that. In fact, Max held me in his arms and caressed my breasts as Michael kissed me.
But let‘s start at the beginning.
I was spending the night at the Evans‘ house, because Max‘s parents were out of town. Isabel slept at a friend‘s place. „I wouldn‘t be able to sleep here - the two of you make way too much noise!“ had been her laughing good-bye.
Max and I had dinner, enjoying each other‘s company. After that we worked in the living room on a biology project, until Max put the book down he was reading in, walked over to me and took away my pencil. He had this look in his eyes that could only mean one thing - work time was over. „Max?“ I asked him anyway. „You know, Liz, I‘ve spent this whole evening in the company of the sexiest woman alive in an empty house and haven‘t kissed her once...“ And with that he pulled me to my feet and started kissing me - and as always I melted...
His tongue slipped into my mouth and started to play with mine, in turn teasing and thrusting. My hands sneaked behind Max‘s back, first to caress his neck and play with his soft hair, then I slowly made my way down until I reached his wonderful sexy butt. I grabbed him, pulling him as near to me as possible. He groaned as his erection pressed into my stomach. I smiled into his mouth - I loved the power I still had over him, no matter how many times we did this.
His lips left mine and he slowly made his way first to my left ear, sucking and whispering his love into it, then to my neck while he lifted my hips up against his hard-on and started to hump me. My panties were soaked and I rubbed against him, trying to release the pressure the felt, as I crossed my legs behind his back. Max backed me up against a dresser and started to open my blouse, kissing each revealed bit of skin as if he had never seen it before. „Oh Liz, you‘re wonderful!“ he said breathlessly as he took off my bra. Then he claimed my breasts, caressing my hard nipples with mouth and hand, while his other hand opened my jeans and sneaked inside. For a second he stopped sucking my right nipple as he looked me in the eyes and said with wonder: „So wet, and all for me!“ I smiled and tried to return his adoring gaze, which was quite hard, because his talented fingers had found my clit and rubbed it gently. „Yes, all... all for you, Max!“ I managed to say with difficulty as his loving ministrations brought me nearer and nearer to the edge. I felt two of his fingers find my opening, slipping inside and I started to pant and moan, holding his head firmly to my breasts. „Yes! - Max! - Harder! - Oh SHIT!“ A third finger had joined the others inside of me while his dumb rubbed my clit in circles. I exploded, everything went blank for a moment and my head fell limply on Max‘s shoulder.
He held me close until the tremors that shook me had subsided, then he kissed me, first tenderly, but quickly I deepened our kiss. Our tongues dueled again as I reached between our bodies and cupped him through his jeans. I felt him get even harder und Max moaned into my mouth. I moved my hand away, and a disappointed „No!“ left Max‘s throat. I grinned and whispered into his ear: „Shhh... it‘s just for a moment, you‘re wearing way too many clothes!“ With that I proceeded to remove Max‘s sweater and his wifebeater in one motion, then opened his zipper. I reached inside for a quick grab, then I hopped from the dresser to kneel in front of Max and pulled first his trousers and then his boxers to the floor.
He now stood in front of me in all his naked beauty and as always I could hardly believe my luck as my eyes roamed his hard muscled body. His broad chest was heaving while he looked down at me and smiled with all the love he felt for me written in his beautiful face. I caressed his firm ass, his thighs and finally his manhood, standing proudly right in front of me. I heard him gasp as my lips closed over him and I started sucking and licking, while one hand played with his sacks and the other grabbed his butt and caressed the slit between the cheeks. He started to thrust into my mouth and I had to concentrate hard so I wouldn‘t choke, his hands held my head and he gasped my name over and over again, until he climaxed, shooting his seed down my throat. Oh, I got wet only from giving Max so much pleasure!
He pulled me up and kissed me passionately, enjoying the taste of himself in my mouth. Then he quickly removed my jeans and underpants, before carrying me to the sofa. There he lay me down and started to kiss me all over, beginning at my toes and working his way up, travelling over my whole body, but carefully avoiding the regions where I wanted him most. It was incredible, I was so turned on that I almost climaxed when his tongue brushed the inside of my right elbow! Finally he had enough of the sweet torture and moved his head between my legs. But that was not what I wanted now. „Max,“ I panted and pulled him up, „Inside of me... NOW!“ He grinned and saluted jokingly „Yes Ma‘am!“, but he was very happy to oblige me.
I felt his hard length against my entrance and opened my legs wider as he braced himself on his arms left and right beside me. Then he pushed and was inside me, the place where he belonged. I sighed happily and crossed my legs behind his back, pushing him even deeper as Max stretched my insides. He responded by kissing me tenderly as the connection between us opened and we felt what the other felt. That‘s what‘s so incredible about sex with Max - the way we‘re able to share our emotions, our thoughts and our passion!
We started to move in unison, feeling not only our own bodies respond, but also the arousal of the other. My fingers dug into his arms and shoulders and I pushed up against him. Quickly Max‘s thrusts became less deep and more frantic, as our instincts took over, urging us both onwards until we fell off the edge together, screaming each other‘s names.
Afterwards I rested my head on Max‘s strong shoulder and he whispered „I love you“ over and over as he lay beside me, his arms protectively around my middle. I stroked his side slowly, our needs satisfied for the moment.
But as he kissed me, passion ignited freshly and I felt my arousal grow again. Max‘s cock also hardened and he pulled me against it as our hands started to wander again. With a low laugh Max stood up, causing me to moan from the loss. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. „Let‘s move this to someplace more comfortable!“ I totally agreed with his proposal but couldn‘t stop myself from cupping his already quite impressive manhood, causing it to grow even bigger and Max to groan and sweep me off my feet and carry me upstairs, kissing me passionately all the way to his room.
Once there he put my feet on the floor and started to kiss my neck, trailing hot kisses down my chest, circling my breasts before sucking hard on each nipple. I whimpered and tried to hold him there, but he was already on his way down, dipping his tongue in my navel before travelling even further south. His tongue circled my clit and lapped my juices from my wet folds, causing shudders of delight to flow through me. I clutched his head and held him in place - something not really necessary, because Max adored to make love to me like that. His hands caressed my back and I started making little noises in my throat as his teeth gently nipped my clit. His tongue darted between my dripping folds and he began to hum, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I threw my head back and screamed his name as my world exploded again and again. Max simply didn‘t stop pleasuring me but went on and on until my trembling legs collapsed and I slid to floor where he caught me in a tight embrace, holding me until the waves subsided.
„Wow, Mr. Evans - you‘re incredibly talented with that tongue of yours...“ I laughed into his ear as we finally got to our feet again. He grinned, very pleased with himself and kissed me. „It was my pleasure, Miss Parker!“ he said jokingly, but after a quick look over my shoulder he got suddenly serious. „Do you think, you‘re up to a bit more, hm, unusual fun, my darling?“ I was a bit confused about the intense look in his eyes and the serious tone in his voice but also feeling a bit aroused because of it. He kissed me again and I had almost forgotten his question when he suddenly turned me around and began to kiss the back of my neck, his hands travelling over the front of my body. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing into my butt as he whispered urgently: „Open your eyes, Liz!“
As I did so my gaze fell directly on Michael.
He was standing beside the open window, looking right at me with eyes dark from passion. I froze and wanted to turn to Max, but he held me gently but firmly in place and whispered softly: „I know you dream about him sometimes, Liz - and that‘s okay, nothing you have to be ashamed of.“ But I was, I was terribly embarrassed. So Max had known about my dreams, probably through our connection during love-making - but what was Michael doing here? At the same time I felt my arousal grow, my juices flowing. Max was still caressing me and Michael‘s gaze had something inredibly erotic as it travelled up and down my trembling body.
„You know,“ Max went on, „he dreams about you, too - always has. Probably only natural, because we‘ve always been so close - and you ARE the most beautiful woman in the world, my love!“ His voice was so earnest as he said this, I almost had to laugh at the absurdity of it. But I didn‘t get a single tone out because now Michael stepped closer, never breaking eye-contact.
When he stood so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face he said hoarsely :„He‘s right, you know. I‘ve always wanted you - and right now I want you so badly that it hurts!“
One of his big, strong hands played with a strand of my hair, the other traced my jawline so tenderly it felt like a butterfly‘s wing.
And then Michael kissed me.
His kiss was so different from Max‘s, hungrier and in a strange way filled with anger. But oh my, it was unbelievably arousing! After a moment of surprised passivity I felt myself starting to kiss him back, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth and relishing his taste, a taste uniquely Michael. At the same time as he tightened his grip on my head I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He was less muscular than Max, lean yet strong, and I felt his arousal as he moaned into my mouth.
And all the time Max didn‘t stop caressing me for one moment. His hands played with my breasts while he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of my neck and shoulders, sometimes pausing to whisper „I love you“ into my ears. It was an incredible feeling, being surrounded by those two sexy men, feeling their hard bodies press into my soft one, hearing them moan when I moved against their erections...
My hands found their way under Michael‘s shirt and I explored his back, then sneaked one hand into his baggy pants to caress his butt, while my other hand reached back to stroke Max‘s manhood that was firmly pressing into my backside. They both groaned and pressed even harder against me, which in turn caused me to exhale sharply, specially when Michael‘s hand moved cautiously between my legs. He rubbed my clit and slid a finger inside me, moving effortlessly because I was dripping wet.
My head fell back against Max‘s shoulder, overwhelmed from feeling four hands and two mouths pleasuring all my sensitive spots at once. Michael‘s mouth was attached to one nipple, Max‘s hand to the other, while his lips and tongue were still busy with my neck. Michael‘s second hand caressed my back and butt and Max traced patterns on my belly. I‘d never felt anything as erotic and quickly lost control. I held Michael‘s head firmly in place, my other arm was wrapped around Max‘s neck.
When I exploded I heard myself screaming both their names. They held me and kissed me, the tastes of their mouths mingling in mine, creating an exciting yet confusing mixture.
With difficulty I regained the capacity to speak after a while and said hoarsely: „Michael - take those clothes off!“ While he stripped quickly I embraced Max and held him close, stroking his broad back and moving slowly against his erection. „Thank you!“ I whispered, all the time enjoying the view of Michael‘s gorgeous body. Max smiled tenderly and kissed me deeply, causing me to almost forget Michael until I felt him stroke my back. I turned halfway around and kissed him, too, cupping his erection lightly, already feeling myself getting wet again.
Michael‘s voice was hoarse as he whispered: „I‘d like to taste you, Liz - the way Max did before...“ The sound of his voice alone sent shivers down my spine.
I looked around, wondering how we were going to do that in a way that included Max. „Okay, Michael, lie down,“ I said, my voice shaking. He did as I told him, looking up at us expectantly. I took Max‘s hands and slowly lowered myself onto Michael‘s face, trembling in anticipation. Michael started to kiss my folds at once, drinking my juices as if they were wine. For a moment my eyes fell shut, then I got a grip on my self and looked up to Max. His eyes were watching us, drinking in the sight. He was very aroused, licking his dry lips, his hands held mine in a death grip. He would have been happy enough just watching me enjoy myself, but I wanted him to take part. I caught his hot gaze, then deliberately let my eyes travel from his lips over his chest, down his washboard stomach until it rested on his erection. I felt his hands tremble slightly as my mouth closed over his shaft and I started to lick and suck in the rhythm Michael sucked and licked me. It was the most amazing feeling!
The whole situation was so arousing that I had real trouble keeping my mind on what I did. I felt waves of pleasure spreading from my center over my whole body and I tried to convey these feelings to Max. It seemed to work, because soon he started to lose control, his hips pushing forward. „God, Liz!“ he groaned and I felt his climax approaching.
I was also getting close and couldn‘t stop myself from grinding my vagina onto Michael‘s face. His strong hands went to my hips to still my movements as in turn his tongue thrust into my opening and caressed my clit. He started to hum softly, causing me to moan against Max‘s shaft. That was all Max needed and he exploded into my mouth, calling out my name. Hungrily I swallowed his seed and released his softening erection. He held me close as I felt Michael‘s tongue flicking over my clit one last time and climaxed. Michael drank my juices as greedily as I had drunken Max‘s. I don‘t know what I screamed, because for a moment I lost myself completely in the powerful sensations that shook my body.
When I came to my senses again I slid from Michael‘s face, still holding on to Max because I didn‘t trust my legs to carry me yet. I smiled at Michael who looked at me in wonder and licked his lips slowly, as if not believing that he could taste me on them. „Thank you,“ I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
He sat up, his beautiful dark eyes still filled with awe and something else - could it be love? I just had to lean over and kiss his sensual lips. Michael‘s hands caressed my face as he responded eagerly to my kiss and I could taste myself in his mouth, mingled with his very own Michael taste and a faint trace of Tabasco - something that reminded me of Max.
Without breaking the kiss I pulled Max down to join us on the floor. He didn‘t hesitate and started to place feathery kisses all over my neck, wrapping his muscular arms around me. „I love you, Liz,“ he murmured in between kisses, making me feel secure and cherished the way he always does. And all the time Michael and I kissed slowly, languorously, his hands in my hair, my arms around his neck, stroking his shoulders and playing with his hair.
I knew we would have to talk about what had happened eventually - but at the moment everything felt just too good, too right to stop. For once (perhaps the first time in my life) I didn‘t want to think, be responsible, and „do the right thing“, whatever that was - I just wanted to enjoy this fantasy come true.
Already heat began to radiate through my body again, despite everything it had gone through this night. It probably had something to do with being naked between the bare bodies of the two most gorgeous men I knew. Michael‘s proud erection pressed against my flesh, reminding me that so far all he had done had been pleasuring me without getting anything in return.
Reluctantly I broke our kiss, causing him to moan at the loss. I couldn‘t help but smile at the expression on his face, like a boy whose mother had taken away his lollipop. A warm feeling grew inside me at the thought that I, Liz Parker, was that lollipop he craved...
„You know,“ I said, not only adressing Michael but also Max who stopped to caress me to listen. „I think it‘s Michael‘s turn now - don‘t you think so, too, Max?“ Michael inhaled sharply, wetting his suddenly dry lips. I heard Max chuckle softly, a sound that always sends shivers down my spine. „Oh yes, love, it‘s definitely his turn now! I‘m more than glad to just sit back and watch - this has been a VERY exhausting night for me...“ I grinned at this comment and turned my head to kiss him, before concentrating on the man kneeling in front of me.
Michael‘s hands were resting on my thighs now, carressing my soft skin. His eyes were fixed on my face, burning with pent-up desire. Already I felt wetness gathering between my legs, after all I had experienced tonight my body was overly sensitive. I wouldn‘t need much, which was good, because Michael probably didn‘t have much control left. Some drops of pre-cum already glistened on the tip of his hard flesh and impulsively I bent over and licked them away.
Michael‘s whole body jumped at my touch and a strangled noise escape his throat. „Don‘t... Liz!“ He pulled my head up, his eyes dark with desire. „Please, I want to come inside you?“ It was more a question than a request, giving me the opportunity to refuse. But how could I refuse him what I had dreamed of doing for so long? I turned once more to Max who was still behind me, his hands resting on my sides. I met his warm gaze and saw his assent. He encouraged me to do whatever I wanted - and right now I wanted Michael.
[size=3]Am I a Dreamer with a Polar streak or a Polarist unable to let go my Dreamer passion?
[size=3]Who am I to choose between Max and Michael...
Edited by - Shirasade on 09/30/2001 07:03:35
Edited by - Shirasade on 09/30/2001 07:05:17