Part 34

It was late that night when the party finally slowed to a halt, and Max and Liz were able to retire back to the Tumbleweed Inn.

Overjoyed since his talk with Jeff Parker, Max pulled Liz inside the room with a laugh, whirling her around to bring her flush against his body. Staring down into her eyes with a dreamy gaze, Max pressed his lips to hers kissing her softly, sweetly. The slow kisses didn’t last long though, as they quickly heated up, and Max’s hands roamed in search of the zipper on the back of Liz’s dress.

"I think it’s time for our own private celebration." Max mumbled between kisses, his hot hands sliding the dress from Liz’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.

"No arguments here." Liz replied breathlessly, as her shaking hands fumbled with the buttons on Max’s shirt. "I missed you today…its definitely time to make up for the time apart."

"At least now that everyone knows, they’ll understand why we can’t be apart." Max muttered, as quickly unclasped Liz’s bra, peeling it away from her skin, as his lips began to travel down her neckline. "I don’t want to have to spend another day without you…they’ll just have to learn to deal with it."

"Enough talking." Liz ordered, as she pushed his pants to the fl oor and attacked his lips hungrily.

They fell back onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs, as both tried to get as close as possible to each other…trying to sink within each other’s souls.

Fire was surging through Liz’s veins as her body exploded more and more with every touch of Max’s lips against her skin. He was everywhere at once, his lips roaming her body, his hands seemed everywhere at once, and his arousal was pressing insistently into her, thigh, making her moan with the reminder of what was yet to come.

"Please Max." Liz cried desperately. "I need you inside me…please."

Max could do nothing, but comply with her wishes. In a quick thrust, they were joined physically, as completely, as two people could. Suddenly, the world seemed to slow, the fire and desperation hushing. They had needed to be one, and now that they were, they wanted to make it special, love each other for as long as possible.

Slowly…steadily…their bodies began to move as one, as they whispered sweet words of love to one another, bringing each other closer and closer to that moment of completion.

Their names on each other’s lips, eyes connected in a tearful gaze, they finally gave in to the moment, pouring their love into one another, as their souls joined together as one.

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After their sweet, passionate lovemaking, Max and Liz lay there quietly in each other’s arms, drinking in the sensations of their lingering connection, mixed with the physical evidence of their experience, the smell around them, the warmth of each other’s bare skin, the soft, gentle caresses.

"Max?" Liz asked softly, breaking their comfortable silence, leaning her face into his hand, where it lay near her cheek, gently stroking her silky, soft skin.

"What’s up, love?" Max mumbled in a slightly distracted voice, most of his attention still focused on the goddess beside him, and the feelings she aroused within him.

"What would you think if I said I wanted to move back to Roswell?"

Max propped himself up on one elbow, his focus now completely on her words. Leaning over, Max stared deeply into Liz’s eyes, searching her gaze in surprise.

"Is that what you really want to do?" Max inquired gently.

"Yeah…" Liz sighed distantly. "It’s like, ever since we got back, it’s really felt like I’ve come home…not just back to my past, but to where I actually belong. I never realized how much I missed Maria, and Alex, and my parents, until I actually saw them again. And now that we’re here…I don’t want to leave."

Max opened his mouth to respond, but Liz rushed on, babbling away nervously.

"I mean, I know we have our lives there, but we can pick them back up here easily. I could get a job teaching at West Roswell with Alex, and you could go to Las Cruces if you want. We could get our own little home…the apartment isn’t big enough for us and the baby anyway, so we’re going to have to move as it is. So why not here?"

"Liz…sweetheart." Max grinned, silencing her with his bright eyes, shining with love. "I would love to move back to Roswell. You’re right…it’s home. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d like our child to grow up."

"Really?" Liz asked with a shy grin.

"Yes, really." Max laughed. "Plus how is Maria supposed to be a surrogate aunt with us a thousand miles away? I don’t think she’d let us go back if we tried!"

"Yeah." Liz agreed, her eyes exploding with laughter. "You’re probably right about that."

"Mmm…" Liz murmured, as she snuggled in closer to Max’s warm body. "I can’t wait."

"Me neither."