Part 24

Lightning flashed before her eyes, stars shining, the thundering of incoherent thoughts sweeping and rambling through her mind. Ecstasy…unimaginable, mind-blowing ecstasy…it was all she could feel…besides Max.

Max filled her completely…he filled her body with a deep, physical connection that left her entire being humming with pleasure, and his mind…his mind was inside of her own, bonded with her, occupying her every thought…and their souls were completely in tune with one another. They were one, as together they plunged over the edge of sanity into oblivion.

Liz gasped his name out again and again, her voice hoarse and breathless with emotion, as her heart pounded so wildly, she was afraid it would leap right out of her chest.

And Max was lost…all he could feel was Liz…all he could think was Liz. Tonight had been all about her…about pleasing her…about taking the next step with her. As they had taken each other to the brink, he wasn’t thinking about himself…all he was trying to do was please Liz as fully and as completely as he possibly could.

Moaning softly, Max felt the tremors within him begin to slow, and in turn, he began to ease the slow, steady motions as he rocked against Liz’s body.

He couldn’t let himself end this though…not yet. It had been too memorable…too mind-blowing…he wanted this night to last as long as possible, with him and Liz connected together as completely as two people ever could be. So instead of pulling himself away, separating himself from his Liz, Max rolled them both to the side, Liz laying flush down against him, as his back sank into the soft bed.

Liz sighed happily as Max wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she dropped her forehead to his so that she could stare deep into his eyes. Her hands flat on his chest, Liz could feel Max’s heart fluttering beneath his skin, and Max surged with pride as he could feel the cool metal of the new ring on her finger against his warm skin.

Liz had cried openly when he had explained the ring to her. She didn’t understand it at first…the stone was strange…almost unearthly. She had never seen anything like it before.

She was right…it was unearthly. It was a special stone that Max brought back with him from his home planet. He felt silly trying to explain it’s meaning to her, as he told her how he carried it with him all the time there, because it was so beautiful with it’s colors shimmering deep within it, that it reminded him of Liz…and he felt like if he cherished something, anything, while he was away, it would keep him strong for his Liz.

Of course, Liz hushed him in his embarrassment, telling him that his heart was beautiful…it was one of the many things she loved about him.

And then they made love…and Max took Liz’s breath away, as he loved her slowly, worshipping her, reminding her just how much he cherished her. Fire boiled through Liz’s veins, as his hands and lips roamed every inch of her body, leaving her breathlessly moaning in ecstasy.

One thing was certain to Liz as she lay there in the aftermath…Max would never let Liz forget how much he loved her. For the remainder of their lives, he would be constantly showing her…and Liz fully intended to turn that around on him as well.

Someday…but not today.

Sighing happily, as their sexual haze began to fade, leaving a content warmth inside of her, Liz snuggled a little closer to Max, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she faded off to sleep.

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Max’s lips curled upwards into a happy, peaceful smile, as he awoke to the feeling of Liz curling up tighter against him. With a deep breath, Max pulled her a little closer, burying his face in her hair as he breathed in the deep scent of her.

"Good morning sleepyhead." She giggled.

Max pulled away slightly, grinning down at her.

"Sleepyhead, huh?"

"Yeah…I’ve been awake for a while, watching you…you know it’s almost noon?"

"Mmm…only noon? I could stay in bed all day with you." Max murmured, kissing her bare shoulder a few times to accentuate his point. "So you were watching me, huh? Did you see anything interesting?"

"Mmmm…" She moaned, as he continued his assault on her shoulder, before moving up her neck. "Just the man I love…you. You know, they say when you’re sleeping, watching someone, it’s like seeing them in their rawest, purest form…like your soul is completely open for them to see."

"And what did my soul show you?"

"Nothing I didn’t already know…that you have a beautiful heart, Max. That you’re completely at peace with yourself right now. That you’re happy. That you love me as much as I love you."

"Sounds like my soul speaks pretty true."

"Yeah…" Liz moaned as she arched against him. He was setting fire to her just with a few simple kisses… "Max…" She groaned. "If you keep that up we are never going to get out of this bed today…and I want us to do something special today."

Max sighed, pulling away. "I know…you’re right."

Liz rolled over, pushing herself out of the bed. "I’m going to take a shower…then we can get our day going."

Max sighed, watching as Liz headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Closing his eyes, he groaned softly to himself. Lazy was right…it was nearly noon and he didn’t want to move. He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, breathing in Liz’s scent all around him, as he felt himself beginning to doze off again…only to be interrupted by an insistent knocking on the door, right as Liz’s shower sprung to life.

Max groaned, willing the loud rapping away with no success, as it got louder and more determined.

"Liz?" A woman’s voice called out. "Come on, girl! Open up!"

Sighing, Max pulled himself out of bed, and quickly searched the room for a pair of boxers. His stuff was still everywhere from the move, and it was difficult to find anything. Slipping the boxers on, he grabbed an old gray T-shirt, tugging it over his head as he padded to the door.

Flinging the door open, Max found himself standing face to face with a tall girl with short, blonde hair, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a blue sweater…a girl who was now staring at him in shock, her mouth hanging open.

"Hi." Max greeted her as he raked one hand awkwardly through his hair. "Can I help you?"

The girl stared at him for a few more seconds, too shocked to speak, before finally she managed to fumble out. "Is Liz here?"

"Uh, yeah…she’s in the shower. Do you want to come in and wait?"

The girl nodded silently, and Max stepped to the side to let her in. Stepping past him, Max noticed her eyes widened in surprise at the boxes stacked all around the apartment…this was obviously someone comfortable in Liz’s apartment.

As if finally getting the picture as to what the deal with Max was, the girl turned around and smiled at him.

"I’m Megan…Liz’s roommate from school." She introduced herself, offering him a hand, which Max readily shook.

"Right…I’ve heard about you." Max responded quickly as his mind processed the connection between the name, and the girl that Max had read about in Liz’s journals. By the sound of it they were very close friends.

"I’m Max Evans." He responded quickly. "Would you like some coffee or something? I can brew some up pretty quickly."

"Sure, that would be great." Megan smiled, following Max into the kitchen, as he began moving around easily making the coffee. "So…how long have you and Liz known each other?" She asked curiously. "Because she’s never really mentioned you or anything."

Max froze at her words. Liz lived with this girl for four years and she never once mentioned him? There was a slight surge of unavoidable hurt at the thought, before Max found himself reminding him that it was probably too painful. Their separation was difficult for both of them.

"Um…we’ve known each other since we were eight years old." Max replied easily.

"Oh…you’re from Roswell?" Megan asked curiously.

"Yeah."

"Wow…that’s great. Know any aliens?"

Max stared at her in surprise.

"Just kidding…sorry…bad joke. I’m just surprised though. I thought Liz didn’t talk to anyone from home anymore."

"Um…she doesn’t, although I’m hoping to change that. The two of us just kind of ran into each other here in San Francisco…"

"That’s really great. Yeah…I don’t know why Liz wouldn’t talk to anyone from home. I never understood it really. Anytime I mentioned Roswell, she would get this painful look in her eyes, like something had really hit her hard when she left…something terrible. She refused to ever talk to me about it though."

Max nodded silently, his own eyes dropping sadly at the thought of Liz being so completely miserable…because of him having to leave. Tensing up awkwardly, Max handed Megan her coffee, before taking a sip of his own, relieved as they fell into a deep silence, waiting for Liz to emerge from the bathroom.