Part 27

Liz grinned, surveying the room around her with a satisfied nod, studying the two dressers, side by side, the new pictures hanging on the wall, and the empty boxes that Max was carrying out of the room.

It had been a week since she had made peace with her parents, and since then, life had grown frantic again, as Liz and Max made plans to make Liz’s residence in the Evan’s home a permanent change. Together they planned, plotted, and with the help of the whole group eventually moved Liz right into Max’s bedroom that very afternoon.

The result was apparent all around them, as the room no longer reflected just Max’s personality, but Liz’s too. It became a perfect mix of the both of them…almost a physical representation of their entire relationship…a relationship which was born and thrived on the constant mental connections and mind melds that made Liz and Max so perfectly in tune with each other all the time.

Sighing contentedly, Liz allowed herself to flop backwards onto the bed, where Max collapsed a few minutes before, resting from the day’s physical labor. Her head fell gently on his stomach, using him as a pillow, while his hand instantly began stroking her hair gently, combing through the silky strands, before cupping her cheek, caressing it lovingly. Liz turned her head slightly so she could brush her lips gently across his knuckles, before they returned to their worship of her hair.

"This is amazing, Max." Liz sighed happily. "Like a dream come true."

"A dream come true for the both of us." Max agreed. "I couldn’t be happier than I am right now."

Sitting up, Max surveyed their surroundings, with a half smile on his face, which gave her a warm, content feeling inside. That smile always made Liz melt with happiness, because it was such a rarity on Max’s normally serious face.

"You know…this is so right." Max exclaimed with certainty in his voice. "Our room, I mean."

His voice softened, as a distant look filled his eyes, as his memory flashed back to the many years he spent alone in this very room. In a sad, almost wistful voice, his feelings came pouring out to her.

"I never really felt completely at home here." He explained softly. "My entire life, I always felt that home was somewhere else, out there. And then I found you, and being with you was like coming home for the first time. When you first came to stay with me here, I was so happy, so at peace…I knew this was right. But it still wasn’t home...it felt empty in a sense, because it wasn’t ours. Now, looking around this room…at all of our belongings, at you. It’s just right, Liz. This is finally our home."

"I know." Liz replied simply. "I’ve been imagining this from the first night I slept in your bed. And now it’s finally become a reality."

"I know what you mean." Max agreed softly, as Liz sat up turning to face Max, as she rubbed her hands up his hard chest, circling them around his neck, before pulling his lips down to meet hers.

"Welcome home." Liz whispered against his lips, before closing the final distance with her soft kiss.

Max moaned against her mouth, and it was only moments before the kiss deepened, became hungry, wild…primal. As he devoured her mouth, Max began to slip his hands beneath her loose tank top, pulling it up quickly, breaking the kiss just long enough to slip it over her head, before his lips crashed down to hers once again. Her bra didn’t last much longer, and soon Max’s hands were meeting bare, sensitive skin in a possessive, demanding manner that left Liz breathless, and desperate for more.

Mirroring Max’s own desperation, Liz began to tug his T-shirt up and over his head, while somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that their desperation stemmed from how long it had been since they were able to find time alone like this. With all the new developments in their lives, there was little time to focus on each other.

It wasn’t long before they were both completely bare, Max positioning himself above Liz, as he pulled back from her lips, staring down into her eyes with complete and utter devotion shining straight from his heart into her own.

"I love you." Max whispered, before quickly taking possession of his past and future wife, sliding to his home within her.

Liz gasped at the familiar, beautiful feeling of her and Max becoming one…the way they were meant to be. As he began to move within her, Liz felt herself drifting off into the familiar oblivious ecstasy that came whenever he worshipped her body, as he was right now. There was nothing except Max, and the beautiful pleasure that came with his love, as he filled her whole world with nothing but him.

Moaning his name, Liz felt herself meet his thrusts demandingly, as together they slipped over the edge of oblivion, clinging to each other desperately as they rode out the waves of pleasure as one.

As the haze faded and they returned to reality, Liz sighed, snuggling closer to where Max now lay beside her, on the bed they had slept in for weeks, but beneath the familiar blanket that had donned Liz’s own bed for years before.

"I guess we christened the new room." Liz joked, as Max wrapped his arms around her in a tight, possessive manner.

"Yeah, I guess we did." Max agreed softly.

"Do you feel like everything is perfect, Max?" Liz suddenly asked. "I mean, it seems like things have finally come together. We’re secure in our relationship, living together with the support of our parents. We have our friends nearby, our children…and we’re safe Max…for the first time in a long time we’re safe."

"Safe for now." Max reminded her softly. "It won’t be long before the skins send someone else after us."

"I know…but until then…lets just enjoy this perfection."

The End???