Rating: PG13 for some language and very mild sexual content.
Category: All M/L at this point, but be warned that it's not your typical dreamer story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, it is now owned by UPN. I do own Jason Behr and Brendon Fehr though, both of whom reside in my closet and are my personal sex slaves ;) I also do not own The Crow or When Harry Met Sally, or the song Insensitive by Jann Arden.
Distribution: I'd be flattered if you liked it enough to take it, just please ask first.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. I'm still a novice at fanfiction so be kind.
Author's Note: This story is AU! For those of you who don't know, that means Alternate Universe. So kiddies, no aliens, just a straight story involving most of the characters. And honestly, some of the characters are going to be completely different from how they are in the show. But I think you'll enjoy it...
How do you cool your lips?
After a summer's kiss...
August 29, 2001
Dear Diary,
My name is Liz Parker and tonight I'm going to tell you a story. A story of love, destiny, and heartbreak. It all started a little over two years ago...
Fireworks exploded, birds sang, and violins played as the two embraced tenderly before moving together for a searing kiss. Simultaneous awws were heard from the girls as the guys began to pelt the screen with popcorn.
"Enough of this chick flick crap," Kyle said. He pulled out another video and held it up for the guys' approval before unceremoniously shoving it into the VCR.
"The Crow?" I said. "But isn't that just some stupid action-" I was cut off as the boys launched another popcorn attack, this time directed at me instead of the TV.
"The Crow is not stupid!" Alex shouted. "The Crow is possibly the best movie ever made! And anyway it's better than that shit you made us sit through, When Harry Met Susie or whatever."
Guys are so stupid. "It's When Harry Met Sally dumbass, and for your information it's pratically a classic."
Kyle joined in the argument as well. "Classic means boring. Always does. Only good part was when the blond chick had a fake orgasm."
I could see quickly there would be no winning this argument, not when guys have about two brain cells, both of which are probably used up between thinking about cars and sex. Finally things began to quiet down as the movie got under way. It actually turned out to be really intriguing, so much so that I almost missed Max drawing me towards the back of the room. Almost but not quite.
"Hey," he said, his comment sounding more like breathing out then an actual word. But he didn't need to say anything. He never did; I was always transfixed the second I looked into those beautiful eyes.
"Hi," I whispered back, suddenly feeling so awkward and unsure of myself. This was Max Evans, the guy of my dreams, the guy I'd always wanted but never truly had...what the hell was I doing standing in the back of a dark room with him?
I had my answer as he slowly encircled my body with his arms, pulling me to him. He brushed his thumb over my lips, then followed it with his mouth. And you know what? I'm pretty sure those violins played for us too, because I have never felt anything more incredible in my life then the feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue seeking entrance before lightly caressing my own. Nothing after that kiss ever felt as right, and I know that at that very moment I feel hopelessly in love with a man who would be my downfall.
But I've gotten ahead of myself; you must be confused; so I'll explain as best I can. The people you have already met are some of my friends, and more will enter later. Alex is a good friend of mine, and we used to fool around a little(what I can say, a girl gets urges sometimes). Second there's Kyle, another friend who I happened to have gone out with four times...I swear it's not as bad as it sounds! Roswell's just a small town, and you end up having a lot of history with the people in it. And Max, well you can figure out what he is to me. The forbidden treasure. Maybe not so forbidden anymore...
Pulling his lips away from mine, he searched my eyes before leading me back to where the others were. He made himself comfortable in an easy chair before pulling me down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. Is it possible for a person to melt? I'm sure I must have melted into a pile of romantic goo right then. Or maybe I was just drooling. If you saw him you'd understand why. Handsome doesn't do him justice, it implies a roughness in the face, but that wasn't Max at all. His features bordered on feminine, and the only word I know to truly describe him is beautiful.
After we all left from Kyle's house I practically flew up the stairs to my room. I exited through my window and grabbed my journal, preparing for a very long entry. To my surprise, I found I couldn't even put into words what I was feeling. Maybe that's why it's taken me so long to write down my whole story. But at that time all I could do was sprawl out on my lawn chair, tracing my lips with fingertips. I could hardly believe that not more than an hour ago his mouth had covered mine with a breathtaking intensity. Staring numbly at the sky, I wondered what on earth I could have done to make the heavens be so good to me.
I wish I could have foreseen the danger. Maybe in a way I did, because from the very start I knew that it was all too good to be true. And now, even two years later, I am still not happy. It's been so long since I was truly happy that my memory of it has been distorted into these choice events that I pass on to you. Back then I didn't have this nagging feeling in my stomach telling me I was about to lose it all. I can live without him, I've done it before. But I don't want to. He is my happiness.
Category: All M/L at this point, but be warned that it's not your typical dreamer story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, it is now owned by UPN. I do own Jason Behr and Brendon Fehr though, both of whom reside in my closet and are my personal sex slaves ;) I also do not own The Crow or When Harry Met Sally, or the song Insensitive by Jann Arden.
Distribution: I'd be flattered if you liked it enough to take it, just please ask first.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. I'm still a novice at fanfiction so be kind.
Author's Note: This story is AU! For those of you who don't know, that means Alternate Universe. So kiddies, no aliens, just a straight story involving most of the characters. And honestly, some of the characters are going to be completely different from how they are in the show. But I think you'll enjoy it...
How do you cool your lips?
After a summer's kiss...
August 29, 2001
Dear Diary,
My name is Liz Parker and tonight I'm going to tell you a story. A story of love, destiny, and heartbreak. It all started a little over two years ago...
Fireworks exploded, birds sang, and violins played as the two embraced tenderly before moving together for a searing kiss. Simultaneous awws were heard from the girls as the guys began to pelt the screen with popcorn.
"Enough of this chick flick crap," Kyle said. He pulled out another video and held it up for the guys' approval before unceremoniously shoving it into the VCR.
"The Crow?" I said. "But isn't that just some stupid action-" I was cut off as the boys launched another popcorn attack, this time directed at me instead of the TV.
"The Crow is not stupid!" Alex shouted. "The Crow is possibly the best movie ever made! And anyway it's better than that shit you made us sit through, When Harry Met Susie or whatever."
Guys are so stupid. "It's When Harry Met Sally dumbass, and for your information it's pratically a classic."
Kyle joined in the argument as well. "Classic means boring. Always does. Only good part was when the blond chick had a fake orgasm."
I could see quickly there would be no winning this argument, not when guys have about two brain cells, both of which are probably used up between thinking about cars and sex. Finally things began to quiet down as the movie got under way. It actually turned out to be really intriguing, so much so that I almost missed Max drawing me towards the back of the room. Almost but not quite.
"Hey," he said, his comment sounding more like breathing out then an actual word. But he didn't need to say anything. He never did; I was always transfixed the second I looked into those beautiful eyes.
"Hi," I whispered back, suddenly feeling so awkward and unsure of myself. This was Max Evans, the guy of my dreams, the guy I'd always wanted but never truly had...what the hell was I doing standing in the back of a dark room with him?
I had my answer as he slowly encircled my body with his arms, pulling me to him. He brushed his thumb over my lips, then followed it with his mouth. And you know what? I'm pretty sure those violins played for us too, because I have never felt anything more incredible in my life then the feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue seeking entrance before lightly caressing my own. Nothing after that kiss ever felt as right, and I know that at that very moment I feel hopelessly in love with a man who would be my downfall.
But I've gotten ahead of myself; you must be confused; so I'll explain as best I can. The people you have already met are some of my friends, and more will enter later. Alex is a good friend of mine, and we used to fool around a little(what I can say, a girl gets urges sometimes). Second there's Kyle, another friend who I happened to have gone out with four times...I swear it's not as bad as it sounds! Roswell's just a small town, and you end up having a lot of history with the people in it. And Max, well you can figure out what he is to me. The forbidden treasure. Maybe not so forbidden anymore...
Pulling his lips away from mine, he searched my eyes before leading me back to where the others were. He made himself comfortable in an easy chair before pulling me down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. Is it possible for a person to melt? I'm sure I must have melted into a pile of romantic goo right then. Or maybe I was just drooling. If you saw him you'd understand why. Handsome doesn't do him justice, it implies a roughness in the face, but that wasn't Max at all. His features bordered on feminine, and the only word I know to truly describe him is beautiful.
After we all left from Kyle's house I practically flew up the stairs to my room. I exited through my window and grabbed my journal, preparing for a very long entry. To my surprise, I found I couldn't even put into words what I was feeling. Maybe that's why it's taken me so long to write down my whole story. But at that time all I could do was sprawl out on my lawn chair, tracing my lips with fingertips. I could hardly believe that not more than an hour ago his mouth had covered mine with a breathtaking intensity. Staring numbly at the sky, I wondered what on earth I could have done to make the heavens be so good to me.
I wish I could have foreseen the danger. Maybe in a way I did, because from the very start I knew that it was all too good to be true. And now, even two years later, I am still not happy. It's been so long since I was truly happy that my memory of it has been distorted into these choice events that I pass on to you. Back then I didn't have this nagging feeling in my stomach telling me I was about to lose it all. I can live without him, I've done it before. But I don't want to. He is my happiness.