Title: Not Just Another Girl 2
Category: M/L as well as the whole gang.
Summary: It's been a little over a year since we looked in on the gang. Some very big changes have taken place and are still to come. Some relationships will falter while others will flourish. And a pretty big secret will be revealed.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Roswell characters or anything connected with the show.
Liz hid her face against Max's shoulder only peeking out now and then. She listened as Alex regaled the entire gang about her incredible blunder at last weeks Pepsi Smash in Los Angeles. Due to their busy schedules Maria and Isabel had been unable to attend. This was their first time hearing the story.
Alex was at his comedic best as he took center stage in the living room of Max and Liz's apartment. His hands gestured wildly as he smiled wryly recounting the story.
"So we're like standing around back stage at the concert right. And Seacrest is out," he waged his eyebrows amusingly, "on the main stage doing his shtick before announcing the next performer. This incidentally happens to be Fall Out Boy. So Pete, the lead singer, walks over to Liz and begins to flirt." There are several groans at this as well as a few knowing head shakes.
"He's going on and on about how sexy Liz's voice is and, about how much he likes her debut song. Not ours, mind you hers." Alex rolled his eyes in irony. "Meanwhile, Max who was just returning from the little boy's room stands to the side fuming. No lie." Alex laughs. "I mean if spontaneous combustion was possible our boy would have been a goner. A freaking goner." This produces several stifled giggles from both Maria and Isabel as Max shoots a glare at Alex who shrugs. Michael merely stretches and gives a tired yawn. He's bored with the whole conversation.
"Anyway," Alex continued, "after Pete is done praising Liz to the heavens she smiles blindingly and says, "I really like your music too. Dirty Little Secret is one of my favorite songs."
There are several gasps at this and Liz buried her face deeper into Max's shoulder.
"Liz you didn't," said Maria.
"She did," Alex deadpanned.
Isabel smirked. "I bet Pete from Fall Out Boy just loved that."
"Not likely," Alex laughed shaking his head. "In the middle of the conversation he simply walked away."
Maria frowned. "That was incredible rude."
"No. That was incredibly restrained," Michael added. "How would you like it if someone told you they loved your song? A song that just happens to be sung by another group."
"So. It was an honest mistake," Isabel defended.
"Was it?" Max smirked, now having had time to reflect on the incident.
All eyes immediately centered on Liz. Even with her head buried in Max's shoulder she could feel the weight of their combined gazes. Lifting her head to meet their eyes she said, "So my rejection was less than subtle."
"Like a brick to the head," Alex said and everyone laughed.
Liz shrugged nonchalantly and Max smiled placing a butterfly kiss against her temple.
"Aww," Maria sighed dreamily.
"On that note," Michael said rising to his feet. "I think it's time we were all going."
"Yeah," Alex agreed. "We have an early meeting with Steve tomorrow." He was referring to their manager. "Now that our single has broken the top twenty it's time to go over some projections for the album."
"Who knew the music industry involved so much business?" Maria shook her head in bemusement while climbing to her to her feet.
Michael grimaced as they headed toward the front door. "Too much business if you ask me."
"Poor baby." Isabel laughed as she and Alex followed Michael and Maria to the door. "Looks like you'll need your head for more than just shaking your hair while playing the drums."
Max and Liz both cracked up on the sofa. This was followed by a chorus of goodnights by everyone.
"Alone at last," Max sighed contentedly once the door shut.
"And just what did you have in mind?" Liz leaned back in a supine position and blinked innocently up at Max.
Max lived by the philosophy that actions spoke louder than words. With that in mind, he shifted on the sofa rearranging his and Liz's various limbs until he lay overtop of her. Braced on his forearms, their bodies were mere centimeters apart.
Liz gasped as she felt the heat from Max's body begin to radiate through hers. Lowering her lids seductively she whispered, "I like a man who knows what he wants and goes after it."
"Only like?" Max lowered his mouth and began to nibble her left ear.
Liz's breath hitched in her throat as she tried to respond. Finally she moaned, "I think you may have orbited straight into love."
"You only think?" Max paused to whisper into her ear, his hot moist breath causing her to shiver. "How indecisive. I guess I need to do a better job," he mumbled, just before leaning down to suck on the side of her neck.
"Oh god…." Liz moaned loudly, her arms and legs wrapping around Max like a tarantula. He knew that was her spot, she thought incoherently. Why did he have to be such a tease? Two could play that game.
Turning her head to deny Max access to neck, Liz began a little nibbling and sucking of her own. She started at his neck slowly working her way up to his chin. By the time she reached his lips Max was doing a little gasping of his own.
Plunging his tongue deeply into Liz's mouth, Max began a series of slow, deep, wet, kisses that had Liz tightening her legs around his hips and rocking against him. It didn't take much to ignite Liz's fire, Max thought smugly. From the first moment he met her he'd known she be a firecracker in bed. The year and a half they'd been together surpassed all his expectations. He fell deeper and deeper in love with her everyday.
"Aaaaah," Max disconnected his mouth from Liz's as she slid a tiny hand down the waist of his jeans.
She giggled and kept heading south as his body began to shudder. She'd nearly reached her destination when the phone began to ring.
"Let it ring," Max insisted breathlessly when she paused.
Liz was about to follow his instructions but something just felt off. Something told her she needed to take this call. Quickly removing her hand from Max's jeans and her legs from around his hips, Liz nudged his shoulder until he rolled to the side releasing her.
Max sighed deeply as Liz got up to answer the phone. He lay back on the couch with his eyes closed and one arm flung behind his head as his body throbbed in time with his heart beat. Whoever it was better have one hell of a reason for calling, he thought miserably.
"This is Liz Parker," Max heard her say.
"Yes, I know who you are."
Max listened as she paused. Then said:
"I see. Thank you for informing me."
Max heard the snick as the phone was placed back into the charger. Then nothing. He opened his eyes and sat up on the sofa to stare at Liz. Noting the pale and frozen expression on her face he asked worriedly, "Baby what's wrong?"
"My dad is dead," Liz said flatly, staring at him blindly. "My dad is dead."
A/N2: Yes, yes, I know. I said I was done with Roswell. But I couldn't help it. All the angst in Landslide was getting to me. Plus, I always intended to write a sequel to Not Just Another Girl. I just never got around to it. Now that summer semester is over I have lots, ok not lots, but some time on my hands. Let me know what you think guys. Is this worth continuing or what?
tbc…maybe