Lost Highway

Rating: ADULT
Category: Dreamer and some Supporting Candy - AU w/out Aliens
E-mail: behrsgirl77@msn.com
Disclaimer: The titles to each chapter as well as the lyrics on the banner, and below each chapter title, were taken from Bon Jovi's Lost Highway album. While they inspired this story, I do not claim them to be mine. The story however, is all mine.

Summary: Sometimes you find love, but it's at the wrong time and the wrong place. Some betrayals can never be forgiven. And sometimes you can't help the one you love, no matter how they came to be.

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Part 6

YOU WANT TO MAKE A MEMORY

If you don't know if you should stay. If you don't say what's on your mind. Baby just breathe. There's nowhere else tonight we should be. You wanna make a memory?

Saturday March 8th
4:55 PM

MAX CUT THE ENGINE AND DREW IN A DEEP BREATH. Liz had asked him over for dinner, but he was early, really early. It was something he couldn't help; not seeing her was hard enough when he was working, but when the weekend came, he could hardly wait the flight to see her.

Her divorce had been final for a few months, and afterwards Max had asked her what she wanted for herself, and she'd smiled up at him and said, "I want my own home in Roswell, near Maria." And that was that. He'd helped her, but with the divorce settlement, she had enough money to buy the house, furnish it and take a few months to decide what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

Liz had decided she wanted to maybe open up her own bakery; which Max was more than willing to be a silent partner in. For now though, she worked at the diner, helping Maria and getting accustomed to having people around, visiting and just living free for the first time in a long time. More importantly Michael and Maria were expecting their first child shortly and Liz was going to be an aunt, a role she had been very serious in up keeping. She'd been planning the baby shower, and helping Maria with whatever she needed.

And Max was happy for her, so very happy.

He just wondered where he'd fit in.

Liz was busy making plans for her life, and they were dating which was great, but he wanted more. He didn't want Liz living in a home that wasn't theirs; he didn't want her going to bed without him next to her, and waking up in the morning to cold bed sheets.

He wanted to marry her. He wasn't sure, however, if Liz was willing to walk down that road again, so soon.

So he'd wait patiently and take what he could get from her.

Max finally made his way to her front door, knocked, because he didn't have a key and waited until he heard her voice saying, "I'm coming!" When she swung open the door, he couldn't help the bright smile that formed on his lips as she let out a squeal of delight and jumped into his arms.

"I missed you! You're early!" she said, kissing his lips.

"Me too, and I know. I figured seeing you early wouldn't hurt, unless you're busy."

"Never too busy for you," she said as she slid down to the ground and ushered him inside.

Max watched as she tried to remove her apron, and couldn't help reaching out, tugging her against his body.

"Don't take it off... in fact, I think you shouldn't be wearing anything underneath that."

"Max!" she swatted him away playfully, and slid out of his arms and ran into the kitchen.

So, she was in the mood for a chase. That, he could handle.

*~*~*

Liz felt the burn in her lungs; Max had been chasing her around the house for the past fifteen minutes. She was going to have to give up, sooner rather than later.

"Take them off Parker," he growled as she ran behind the couch.

"Never!"

Max's head tilted back and a bark of laughter escaped. "Liz, you do know if I wanted to catch you I could. So give it up baby."

"Why do I have to be naked and you don't?" she asked, a pout forming on her lips. She knew it turned him on so she played it up to the fullest.

With his brow raised, he reached for the button on his jeans and within a blink of an eye; he was standing before her naked. She quickly looked around to see that her curtains were closed, and then she plastered a sweet smile on her face.

"You been working out, Evans?" she asked, from her position behind the couch.

"Yeah, I've been working you, now get your sexy ass over here."

"No. I'm making dinner and it's going to burn..."

"I'm burning," he growled and within another second he was standing against her behind the couch. How the hell did he do that?

"Give it up Parker and show me how much you missed me," he whispered into her ear, as his hands skimmed down her back, lifting under her skirt. At least he didn't waste time, she thought with a wicked smile.

She loved him so much. He'd allowed her the time to get through her divorce and to figure out what she wanted, and more than that, he didn't have a problem when she wanted to move out on her own. Max told her he realized her need for some kind of independence, and she loved him more for all of that.

Now, though, she was ready to ask him to move in. Max had his own home in LA, but this place they had picked out together, and he'd helped her with everything. She knew that his job was in LA, but just like Michael and Maria, he traveled to be with her.

Liz knew they could make it work. Her heart was here in Roswell, but if Max asked her she would move back to LA in a heartbeat.

Max had stopped kissing her long enough to ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much," she evaded and kissed him back.

"Tell me," he pleaded, slipping her skirt down to the floor, helping her step out of it.

"Right here?" she asked, gasping.

"Here and now, but answer my question first."

Breathlessly, she responded, "After." With another growl under his breath, he lifted her up onto the edge of the couch. She waited with baited breath for the feel of him, the stretch of her body as he entered hers, the heat of their bodies coming together.

"You are so wet already, you were waiting for me weren't you?"

"Hmm... maybe," she gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and arched her back as he entered her.

"Damn..." he whispered out into her ear, as he slid fluidly in and out of her body.

"Never enough, Liz... I can't wait a week to have you..." His body thrust roughly into hers and she simply crushed her lips to his, allowing him to swallow her moans, taking everything he gave.

It didn't take long for her to reach the finish line, and just as she arched her entire body towards his, he ground down deeply into hers, their bodies shuddering and their kisses growing from hungry to gentle within minutes.

"God, I'm ready to go again, you better go check on dinner," he said, while trailing wet kisses down her exposed neck. Max let her legs go, letting them hit the rug and felt how unsteady she was.

"I can..." she swallowed, "turn it off, it should be done and we can always re-heat it... later."

Max leaned back, looked down at her upturned face. "Yeah?" he asked, a satisfied smile forming on the corners of his lips.

"Hmm... yeah." Liz said as she wobbled out of the room on unsteady legs towards the kitchen.

She hoped he'd make his way upstairs and find what she left him on the bed.

*~*~*

Max quickly grabbed his jeans and made his way upstairs. He swung her bedroom door open and saw a big white box with a silver bow sitting on top.

What the hell? He made his way over, sat atop the bed and saw his name written on a plain white square card.

He pulled the box top off and peered inside, and his breath actually caught in his throat.

"I thought, maybe you'd like to move in with me... here," came his girlfriend's voice from beside him. He'd been so entranced by the two small silver keys that he hadn't heard her enter the room.

He swallowed; "Are you sure?" he turned and pulled her into his lap.

"Never more sure than anything. I know you have a business to run, but I thought maybe at the end of the week you could rest your head, here, with me." Liz looked at him hopeful, and didn't have to wait for an answer, because a moment later she was pinned beneath him, he was poised at her entrance and waited until their eyes locked.

"Does this answer your question?" he asked, thrusting into her. Her legs wrapped around his back, her arms around his shoulders, holding on.

"Yes."

"God, Liz... It's never enough..." he panted against her breast, taking it in his mouth, licking, sucking and tasting every part of it. Sweat forming over his body, their bodies straining against each other, never deep enough, never hard enough... never enough.

"Max!" she screamed, her nails biting into his shoulder, her back arching and his body relentlessly filling her, over and over, pushing over the edge, once... and then again... and finally his entire body stiffened as he filled her in a hot rush.

Max threw himself onto his back, panting for air. Trying to figure out how the hell they could continue at the pace they have. Liz was on the pill, thankfully because while he wanted children, he wanted to enjoy Liz, and he knew she felt the same way.

But damn, the sex was great. He loved her; she wanted him to move in, his mind jumped into alert.

Liz was stirring slightly beside him and he instantly pulled her closer, kissed her lips and moved from the bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Just to get something from my jeans," he said as he leaned down and picked up the discarded denim, reached in his pocket and pulled out what he needed.

Max turned towards her on the bed, her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard. He smiled; she was pink and naked... just perfect.

Without a sound he placed the object on her belly button and waited for her reaction.

Liz felt the cool metal on her skin, and quickly looked down...

"Oh my God! Max... Are you..." she leaned up, plucked the diamond ring from herself, and held it up.

Max dropped to his knee, and smiled. "I didn't think I'd be doing this naked, but I can't wait any longer."

Liz smiled, and cried as he reached for her hand and asked her, "Liz Parker, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she screamed and jumped from the bed into his arms, they tumbled to the ground and she peppered his face with kisses.

"I love you so much, Max. And I'm going to make you so happy." Max held her tighter, "You already do."

They lay kissing for an undefined time, before Liz raised her head and said, "You never answered my question."

"Oh, that one?"

"Yes, that one!"

"I would love to live with you Liz. I want to make memories with you Liz."

"Well, Mr. Evans, I'd say we've already made a few."

"Yeah? You think?"

"Hmm... In case you need a reminder, dessert later should help jog your memory."

Max smiled, pulled her tighter against him and she closed her eyes, thanking whoever was listening for this second chance with him. She was lucky, she was happy and she was more than ready to make quite a few memories in this man's arms.

Not everything was perfect, but she didn't need it to be. For Liz, all she needed was the one thing she once believed she could never have, Max Evans.

- The End -