Title: "Show Me The Way"
Author: Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Genre: Crossover; Drabble
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Roswell belongs to Metz and Katims and I still don't know who the Covenant belongs to except some really, really rich movie making people. Who is not me, by the way.
Summary: Girls, boys, and motorcycles
Rating: MATURE for language, intense making out
Pairing: Hmmm….Covenant boy and motorcycle, now witchever one...?
Show me the Way
Liz hummed in pleasure, arching into a familiar touch, loving and needing to feel those warm, powerful, and unusually gentle hands on her, on her skin. Her small hand fisted into long strands of straight blond streaked hair, the other clutching and bunching worn leather on lean shoulders.
"Isn't this the point where you ask me to take you to bed or lose you forever?" a husky voice teased her throat where he was laving little nips on her exposed pulse point, soothing any sting with tongue and lips.
"Po-ogue," Liz drew out his name, leaning farther against the support of the handlebars, trusting in her boyfriend's ability to keep them safe from toppling over.
Pogue Parry mumbled noncommittal noise as he chased his own shadow against the creamy flesh before him, and Liz yipped, grinding against chrome and denim.
"Pogue!"
"Yes?" Pogue lifted his head from under his girl's jaw, eyes smoldering black with desire.
"Take my breath away," she panted, curving her lips in a smiling invite.
He arched one defined brow but leaned in for the Eden of her mouth. None of this was what it was supposed to be, but he'd show her the way.
