by livE
Rating: ADULT
Category: Canon AU
E-mail: lieselvw@mweb.co.za
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Roswell, only a vivid imagination...
Summary: Accompanied piece to The Experiment Series. Set in the (happy) future. Max and Liz got married after school, had children some years later and are still very much in love and
lust! Liz is planning something special for Max for Valentine's Day.
"Daddy!" Max tried not to smile as his daughter's stage whisper drifted towards him from the side of the bed. He had woken up when Liz got up earlier and had dimly heard his wife and children
doing something in the kitchen. He knew he had to pretend to be surprised when they came in later, or Liz would kill him for disappointing their kids.
"Daddy!" A little louder.
"Hmmm," he mumbled dutifully.
"You have to wake up now." He felt the small body of his 3-year old daughter climbing onto the bed behind his back.
"Why?" He managed to still sound sleepy. He could feel Liz's mirth through their connection.
"Cause mommy said I must give you a big kiss for val-valem-valemday," Belle-Mari announced proudly.
He heard an exaggerated sigh from the direction of the door. "It's valemtime day, Belle!" It was his five-year old son Matthew.
Turning over onto his back, his breath caught in his throat when he saw his precious little family. All he ever wanted in this life.
His beautiful miniature version of Liz was regarding him with dancing chocolate eyes before climbing onto his stomach and pasting sloppy kisses all over his face. While hugging her to him and sitting
up, he smiled at his son who was holding his wife's hand. Just like his father, Matthew liked holding hands with Liz. "Did you give Mommy a kiss, Matt?"
Matthew nodded his dark head earnestly and held up two fingers. "I gave her two!"
Meeting Liz's loving gaze, he asked: "Is it my turn to kiss mommy now?" She was still wearing her silk pajama's that clung to her curves.
"Uhm..." Matt sounded hesitant, he knew how his parents got when they kissed and he really wanted breakfast. "Okay, but... but only one kiss, daddy."
Max got up, still cradling Belle and walked over to the love of his life.
They kissed with warm lips, gently sliding into the familiar territory of each other's mouths. Max curved his free arm around her waist, arching her against him as she wrapped her free arm around his
neck.
Liz parted her lips and deepened the kiss by pulling his head down to hers harder. Their tongues slid over each other, tenderly caressing and communicating for long minutes. Eventually, she pulled
back slightly to whisper: "Happy Valentine's Day. I love you."
Not having had nearly enough of her sweet mouth, Max kissed her again, but a small voice interrupted the second kiss. "Daaaaddy! I told you only one kiss!"
He leant his forehead against Liz's with a sigh and then broke away to meet her gaze. "Later," he promised her.
"Oh definitely," she replied, her eyes smoldering. "I have plans for you..."
"You do?" he asked as he took her hand and walked them all to the kitchen.
"Ohh yes!" she grinned. "You better have a good breakfast."
"We made cakes, daddy," Belle told him.
"Pancakes, sweetie," Liz corrected her gently as Max settled the apple of his eye at the breakfast table. They ate pancakes with various toppings of honey and Tabasco sauce. And after breakfast, Matt
told his parents to stay at the table for a few minutes while he dragged his sister off.
"Have I told you that I love you yet?" Max asked as he leaned over to run his fingers up and down Liz's bare arm, watching her shiver under his touch.
The kids came back with their hands behind their backs before she could answer. They went up to Liz first.
"We love you, Mommy!" Belle-Mari said, giving Liz a drawing of the four of them standing next to a house with lots of flowers.
"Yeah," Matt chimed in. "You are the bestest, prettiest mommy in the world."
"Yes, you are," Max smiled as she hugged her children and looked up at him with moist eyes.
They came to stand in front of Max next and Belle gave him another drawing of the four of them, only this one was filled with stars and planets. "We love you, Daddy!" Belle cried and jumped into
Max's arms. It was clear that Matt had coached her on her part of the announcements.
Matt held back a little, his serious eyes meeting those of his father. "You are the bestest daddy in all the stars," he stated slowly. For a fleeting moment, Max and his son stared at each other in
absolute understanding. Matt knew his daddy was "different" and that he was too as a result. He also knew that his daddy was a very important man. But in spite of all that, his daddy was just his
daddy. Someone who played with him in the back yard, who healed his scrapes when he fell, who read him stories about pirates and space men before bed and who hugged him when he cried.
Max gave Belle a kiss on her cheek and knelt on the floor so he could hug his son with his free arm. "I love you both too. You are special gifts to mommy and I."
After more kisses were exchanged, Liz said: "Alright, everyone go get dressed."
Matt hurried off to his room while Liz took Belle-Mari to hers and Max cleaned up the breakfast mess quickly. Liz found him in the shower a few minutes later.
Hearing the shower door open, Max swung around to find Liz staring at him hotly. She ran her eyes over every naked wet inch of his body so that it felt like she was touching him with her hands. She
was still wearing the silk and he could see the hard tips of her breasts clearly. "Liz..."
She stepped into the shower, her eyes clinging to his, and was drenched in seconds. Max had never seen any thing so erotic in his life. The water made the silk nearly transparent and it clung to her
from breasts to thighs. And he stood there like a statue, completely frozen as his desire increased.
Taking his hand and placing it over her breast, Liz stepped closer and moved to tiptoe. "This is a teaser for later," she told him huskily and ran her tongue over his lips. His body came to life
instantly and he dragged her against him, covering her mouth with his and plundering her depths.
Allowing them to kiss for a few brief moments, Liz broke away from him and stood in front of him. They were both panting and Max's eyes were drawn to the agitated movement of her breasts. He lifted
his hand towards her again, but she stepped away.
"Later, Mr Evans."
Max could only stare after her stupidly as she exited the shower stall and the bathroom. How the hell did she expect him to go to work after this?
Liz had no idea how she was going to concentrate at work. She had made all the arrangements with Max's secretary the day before, and now she only had to live through the morning. She wanted to
surprise Max and make him hot. But in the process, she was exciting herself too. Goodness, she never had been able to see Max all wet and glorious and not react like a horny schoolgirl!
They finally managed to get themselves and the kids into the Cherokee and Max drove off to the kids' pre-school first. He kept giving Liz the evil eye for her games, so she increased her teasing.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she placed her hand high on his thigh.
"Liz!" He sounded strangled. "This is so not fair!" He ran an agitated hand through his hair. "And I'm going to crash the car of you keep that up."
But he didn't stop her. He let her grope him to her heart's content while he gripped the steering wheel tighter and fought to keep his breathing normal.
At the school, Liz got out with the kids after grinning at Max impishly. He was trying to get himself under control before he actually had to enter his own office so he did not walk the kids in like
he normally did. Instead, he lifted Matt and Belle onto the front seat with him to give them hugs and kisses before watching them clamber out and walk into their school holding onto Liz's hands.
The teacher was looking out the window when she saw Mrs Evans get back in the car with her husband. Her husband who immediately kissed the daylights out of her. Her small gasp drew Matt's attention.
"My daddy and mommy kiss a lot," he told the teacher helpfully after also spying the kissing going on in the car. The teacher shook her head and watched as the Evans' finally drove off. They
depressed her with their happiness. They were great parents, always there to watch their kids taking part in school activities. The only times Liz came alone was on the few occasions when Mr Evans
was away on business. They had beautiful kids and they still looked seriously in love. Maybe one of them is having an affair, she soothed herself. Such joy is just not natural.
Arriving at the lab he had quietly bought a few years ago, Max parked the Jeep in his spot and came round the front to open Liz's door. She was wearing a dress of sheer floral-print material that
ended just above her knees over a tight-fitting sheath dress. She looked good enough to eat. He held her hand as they walked into the building and enjoyed a fleeting moment of pride in his lab. He
had unexpectedly found out a while ago that being an alien King meant having a lot of money and he decided to start up this lab to do some research that would assist aliens on earth, as well as alien
hybrids like his children. He was mostly doing administrative and management work now, while his clever wife worked in the lab. Most of the other scientists working in the lab had been carefully
screened and now knew exactly what they were doing. They were pioneers.
Liz left Max at the entrance to his office with a wink to his secretary and practically danced off to her own office. She was stunned when she got there. The room was filled with white roses and on
her desk lay a simple white sheet of paper with Max's distinctive scrawl on it. It said simply: "You own my heart."
The morning couldn't pass quickly enough after that.
*~*~*
Just before lunch, his secretary brought him a large red envelope and just grinned when Max looked at her quizzically. Inside was a key to a hotel room, a note... and a red lacy thong. Max was glad
the secretary had left before he had opened it, because his arousal from this morning had come roaring back. He stuffed the thong into his pocket and opened the note.
Meet me at the Plaza at 12h00. And bring your fantasies...
L
Glancing at the clock, he saw it was a quarter to twelve and he hurriedly grabbed his jacket and the room key. Finally, some alone time with Liz! He threw a hasty goodbye in the direction of his
secretary, who was laughing by now, and took off.
*~*~*
The heavy drapes in front of the windows were drawn, casting the room into semi-darkness. Liz had lit candles and had dressed in a transparent white teddy, over which she wore a short white silk
robe. This was their afternoon for fantasies. No threat of kids interrupting, no phones ringing, just Max. Max with his dark eyes and magic hands.
She heard the key in the lock and the hesitation as Max probably found the single white rose petal she had left him on the doorstep. Straightening, she opened the robe to allow him a glimpse of what
she wore underneath.
Both of them held their breath as the door swung open and Max entered the room.
His eyes were black when they found hers, sending an involuntary shudder through her body and a rush of heat pooling between her thighs. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. The way his
dark hair fell over his forehead, his mesmerizing eyes, those kissable lips, the strong lines of his body, they all made her mouth water.
He took a step closer, shedding his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a ball of red lace. "Can I put this on you later..." His voice was low and
thick.
"You're going to have to undress me first," she replied, walking towards him with softly swaying hips.
"Okay..." His eyes were drinking her in thirstily, charting every inch of her body.
She reached him and started untying the knot of his tie. When it was undone, she pulled him forward by tugging on the ends. "Kiss me, Max..."
Max slid his arms around her waist underneath the robe and arched her into his body. He let his lips graze hers lightly and slowly ran his tongue over her top and bottom lip, wetting them. He felt
the puffs of her breathing against his skin and brought her closer between his legs with a groan.
The kiss instantly deepened as they hungrily devoured each other's mouths. Max pushed the robe from her shoulders and moved a thigh between hers, reveling in her moist heat that he could feel even
through the layers of clothing.
Liz whimpered and he gentled the kiss, teasing her with light touches of his lips and tongue until she pulled back.
"Tell me your fantasy," she whispered, causing such a riot of lust in his body that he shook with the force of it.
"You are."
Licking her lips, she smiled a sultry smile. "Tell me your fantasy about me then."
He groaned. Was she kidding? He had so many fantasies about her that he wouldn't know where to start!
She licked his lips. "What do you want me to do to you, Max?"
"Oh god..."
Another lick. "What do you want to do to me?"
"Liz!"
He crushed her mouth underneath his, filling his hands with the softness of her bottom and pressing her against his hardness urgently. She arched her neck as he rubbed her against his arousal and he
attacked the long sensuous line of her throat, nipping and sucking at her skin so he could hear more of the little mewling sounds she made.
He loved hearing her moan. It was such an involuntary sound. A helpless sound that indicated just how deeply he was arousing her.
Reaching the valley between her breasts that the plunging neckline of her teddy revealed, he slowly dragged his tongue around the edge of the lacy material hugging her curves.
Another low moan erupted from her.
He had just covered her breast with his mouth when she pushed him away. "This is your gift," she lifted her hands and fluffed her hair, knowing all too well he would have trouble deciding
where to look: the wet material of her teddy or the sexily tousled hair he loved so much.
"Tell me," she urged him throatily, causing his temperature to climb another few degrees.
He cast around desperately for something to ask from her. Something that wasn't too kinky and could be done in a hotel room without getting them arrested. His eyes fell on a big bowl of strawberries
sitting on the bedside table. "I-I want you to-to eat strawberries and cream off me." He flushed. Had he really said that aloud? "Uh... wearing this..." He waved the red thong at her. Well, 'in for a
penny, in for a pound'.
Her eyes were starting to glitter.
"If-if that's okay with you?" He watched her anxiously.
Liz had to stifle a moan. Was he kidding? Who would not want to eat off his glorious body?
"More than okay." She tangled their hands together and pulled him towards the bed. "But we have to get you out of these clothes first."
She undressed him leisurely, running her hands and her mouth over every part of skin she exposed. By the time she was finished, he was very, very aroused.
He stopped her when she moved to take off the teddy. "I want to. Please."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, caressing her calves first and then her thighs before grabbing her rear and bringing her closer to his mouth. He kissed her quivering stomach through the thin
material, all the while inching lower and lower until he reached the moisture between her thighs, making Liz moan. He teased her lightly with his tongue while unsnapping the teddy and allowed himself
one last intimate kiss before standing to his feet and dragging the teddy up her body.
Lifting her arms dutifully so he could slide the garment off her, Liz wondered how she was going to live through her promised strawberry seduction. He was way too clever for his own good and she was
just this side of release after his sensual undressing as it is. She sighed his name as his hands came back to cover her breasts immediately after tossing the teddy away.
"You are so beautiful," he told her in a gravelly tone, snapping her out of her erotic stupor.
Putting her hands over his, she pulled them away from her body and pushed him down on the bed. He looked up at her with a mixture of lust and amusement. "The thong, remember?"
Damn, she had forgotten. She gave him a stern look and found the scrap of red lace on the floor.
He took it from her hands gently and held it out for her to slide her feet into. Leaning her hands on his shoulders, she made a show of getting the thong around her calves, hearing his soft curse
with relish.
He made her pay, though. He dragged the material up her legs excruciatingly slowly, trailing his fingertips over her heated skin. Rounding her hips, he moved the thong in place carefully, taking his
time to tuck it in all the right places, in the process driving Liz even more insane.
She caught his wandering hands. "Stop that, or we'll never get to the strawberries!"
She waited until he had settled on the bed before crawling over him to straddle his thighs. Lifting up the bowl of strawberries, she ate one with relish, sucking the succulent fruit before biting it
in half. Max's eyes had widened as he watched her and she saw him clench his hands into fists by his sides.
Giving him a sultry smile that made him groan, she rubbed the fruit over his chest and leaned down to lick it off him. His breathing was becoming labored while he watched his wife's dark hair spill
over him as her tongue followed the path of stickiness over his body. She moved inexorably lower, halting every once in a while to kiss his mouth. He wasn't sure which was more arousing, her mouth on
his skin or her strawberry kisses.
Liz paused to rub more strawberry juice on his upper thighs, adding some cream too. She looked up at Max. He was lying back with his eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripping the sheets
furiously.
"Max?" she called him softly. "Look at me."
A groan was torn from deep inside his chest. "I can't..."
A few deep breaths later, he spoke again. "Please, Liz. I want to be inside you when I... Don't make me..."
"I won't," she promised him as she swooped her mouth down again.
The combination of cold cream and Liz's warm mouth was lethal. He felt a shaking start deep inside his gut and spiral outwards until his whole body was trembling. Her lips teased him, took him in and
promised him heaven.
And he was helpless in her thrall. Helpless to stop the involuntary movements of his body and helpless to stop the shuddering calls of her name tumbling from his lips.
She kept her caresses up until they both felt the anticipatory tightening of his body. He lifted her over him then, challenging her to take what she wanted, how she wanted. He was there for her,
primed and positioned, and his hands slid to her bottom, squeezing her, urging her into aggressive action.
She took him, lowering herself slowly, feeling her muscles convulse around him in response to the exquisite sensation of him moving into her, deeper and deeper.
She closed her eyes and lifted herself, reveling in the reverse slide, wanting to feel it all over again, exulting in the control he had given her. His hands stroked up her back and lifted her hair
forward, over her shoulders. As she moved over him, he curtained her breasts with the long silky tresses, caressing them through the soft texture in the same rhythmic movement she used on him,
evoking a wild eroticism that dove her into moving faster, until suddenly she was shaking, unable to direct anything.
Max whirled her onto her back and took command, poised over her with his powerful body and the stroking inside her was different now, hard and urgent and fast. It pushed them to an incredible peak
and burst into an explosion of intense melting sweetness and fused their bodies together and left them collapsed on each other, saturated in heat.
The only sounds in the room for a long time were their heavy breathing and the gentle slide of skin against skin.
They would take a shower soon, maybe make love one more time before they had to go pick up the kids.
Max pressed his forehead against Liz's. "Wow. Thank you." He kissed her softly, still not able to remove himself from the heaven of her embrace and her body. "I love you."
Liz just smiled against his throat. She had probably enjoyed that more than he did. Her life was perfect.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Max."
- The End -