Hey Readers :) I am a huge fan of Roswell, both the books and the tv series. This fanfic starts after season 3 when everyone is on the run from the FBI, after leaving Roswell. Liz and Max are not married.

I'm Liz Parker, and life has been cruel lately. I don't think any of us have smiled in over a week. Isabelle still cries every night over leaving Jesse back in Roswell. Kyle hasn't said much in over a week. Michael and Maria have found a very loud coping mechanism, which is unusual to their normal use of banter. I know Max is trying to put on a brave face, but he hardly speaks. He blames himself.

"I was thinking that we should go to a party." I stated rather upbruptly from the front seat of the van.

"Maybe that isn't such a good idea." Max said as he took my hand, squeezing it gently.

"I think its a perfect idea. We all need a pick me up."

"Liz, no offense. But I don't think a party is going to help us." Izzy said, as she gazed out the window. I shrugged.

"Just a suggestion." Two long hours passed until we decided to stop. The motel was like every other. Remote, damp, and dirty. We all split into the usual sleeping arrangements. Michael and Maria, Max and Kyle, Izzy and Me. When we were heading to our room Izzy stopped suddenly.

"Is everything ok?" I asked her, touching her slightly on the arm.

"Maybe you should spend the night in Max's room tonight Liz." She wasn't looking at me, but I knew what she meant.

"Its ok Isabelle, there will be time for these things." Izzy shook her head.

"But what if there isn't? Michael and Maria have understood it. By being around us, there is no guarantee of how long your lives may last. Its not going to be long now until the FBI catch up with us Liz. Do you really want to regret the very few moments you have left with the man you love?" She slammed the key into the door, 32B, pushing it open.

"Isabelle.." I said softly.

"You can do what you want Liz, but I would give anything to spend one more day with Jesse."

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I had been pacing outside Max and Kyle's door for a few minutes now. Trying to catch my breath and my thoughts when Kyle opened the door. He didn't say anything, just looked me up and down. Kyle nodded and grabbed his jacket. I gave him the key to Isabelle and my room as he walked past me. Slowly I entered Max's room.

"Liz?" Max sounded surprised as he came out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel. I gulped at his muscular chest. Come on Liz, don't lose your nerve. I locked the door behind me, taking a deep breath before turning around. Max had put a shirt on, and some boxer briefs. "Is everything ok?" He asked as he started to walk towards me. I placed a hand against his chest, to stop him from moving any closer. Looking up into his eyes, I knew this was right. Every inch of my body was clawing at me to touch him. I laced my hands around his neck, drawing his lips to mine. Our kiss quickly turned urgent as he pushed me down onto the bed. His lips found my neck, sucking on my pulse point as a small moan escaped my lips. I pushed my self back up the bed, so that my head rested on the pillows. Max took a hold of my knees pushing them apart so that is legs could rest in between mine. His fingers were playing with the hem of my shirt, instead of pulling it off I heard the soft sound of fabric ripping. My shirt was torn to shreds. But I didn't care as Max's lips found my left breast. He unclasped my bra, throwing it to the ground, before sucking my breast into his mouth. My head thrust back in ecstasy.

"Liz?" Max's voice was muffled against my moans. "Liz?" This time he sounded more serious.

"Is everything ok?" My voice sounded ragged, as I tried to control my breathing.

"Your glowing."

Hey Readers :) Let me know what you think. Should I continue? xx Happy reading