This Kiss
by Elizabeth (CuteDiva)
Author's Note: My first Roswell fic! I absolutely adore the show, and I hope this story gets read and reviewed. Not part of any series, I just wrote it for fun. Liz's point of view.
Here I am, cursed by a destiny that I still don't understand. Why did I have to fall in love with Max? Why does our love reach so many boundaries, that even the fate of the world would be affected by our romance? And now, I have to lie to you Max, and tell you that I really did share a bed with Kyle, tell you that you mean nothing to me, that you and Tess are meant to be. And now, I see you two, coming closer and closer together since your journey to New York. How can we stay just friends, with what we had, with what we shared, with what we both wanted?
I shook myself back to reality, and saw them talking quietly by their lockers. Damn future. If only I'd never met future Max, then present Max would be here with me. My lips are sore from not feeling his kiss, my hands are cold from not being held. My whole body aches, from wishing it would belong to him.
For the past weeks, we've been awfully uncomfortable around eachother. He knows he wants to be more than my friend, but he thinks I've betrayed him. If only I could tell him the truth.
***
It's dark in the night, and I'm lying here with my eyes wide open, thinking. Then, I hear a knock on the window. And there he is. What does he want?
"Max?" I asked him, my voice trembling.
He just stared at me, and said nothing. Then, he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I melted into him, my heart pounding. Then, he pulled away, still staring at me.
"Tell me you don't love me," he said quietly, piercing into me with his eyes. I felt like Max could see right through me, that he could read my mind, decipher all the lies. His force overtook me. I kissed him back, forgetting all about destiny, and what future Max had told me. For awhile, I thought this kiss would solve everything, change the future, change the present. But I was only deceiving myself.
"What have you been hiding from me?" Max asked me. I looked at the floor, then boldly lied, looking in his eyes.
"I don't love you anymore, Max," I said defiantly, quaking within.
"That's what you say, but that's not what this kiss says." He grabbed me again, and kissed me even more passionately, until I gave in. I don't remember anything; just him, me, and a night of not caring about anything, not caring about destiny, or prophecies, or revelations. Then I came to my senses. If the world ended, it would be my fault. and Max didn't know this.
"This isn't right, Max," I told him the next morning. "What we did last night was wrong."
"We made love," Max said, staring deep inside my soul again. "You can't lie to me anymore. You have to tell me the truth. Why did you pretend to sleep with Kyle?"
I shivered. I was going to have to tell him the truth.
A/N: What did'ya think? Sequel? Maybe...
by Elizabeth (CuteDiva)
Author's Note: My first Roswell fic! I absolutely adore the show, and I hope this story gets read and reviewed. Not part of any series, I just wrote it for fun. Liz's point of view.
Here I am, cursed by a destiny that I still don't understand. Why did I have to fall in love with Max? Why does our love reach so many boundaries, that even the fate of the world would be affected by our romance? And now, I have to lie to you Max, and tell you that I really did share a bed with Kyle, tell you that you mean nothing to me, that you and Tess are meant to be. And now, I see you two, coming closer and closer together since your journey to New York. How can we stay just friends, with what we had, with what we shared, with what we both wanted?
I shook myself back to reality, and saw them talking quietly by their lockers. Damn future. If only I'd never met future Max, then present Max would be here with me. My lips are sore from not feeling his kiss, my hands are cold from not being held. My whole body aches, from wishing it would belong to him.
For the past weeks, we've been awfully uncomfortable around eachother. He knows he wants to be more than my friend, but he thinks I've betrayed him. If only I could tell him the truth.
***
It's dark in the night, and I'm lying here with my eyes wide open, thinking. Then, I hear a knock on the window. And there he is. What does he want?
"Max?" I asked him, my voice trembling.
He just stared at me, and said nothing. Then, he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I melted into him, my heart pounding. Then, he pulled away, still staring at me.
"Tell me you don't love me," he said quietly, piercing into me with his eyes. I felt like Max could see right through me, that he could read my mind, decipher all the lies. His force overtook me. I kissed him back, forgetting all about destiny, and what future Max had told me. For awhile, I thought this kiss would solve everything, change the future, change the present. But I was only deceiving myself.
"What have you been hiding from me?" Max asked me. I looked at the floor, then boldly lied, looking in his eyes.
"I don't love you anymore, Max," I said defiantly, quaking within.
"That's what you say, but that's not what this kiss says." He grabbed me again, and kissed me even more passionately, until I gave in. I don't remember anything; just him, me, and a night of not caring about anything, not caring about destiny, or prophecies, or revelations. Then I came to my senses. If the world ended, it would be my fault. and Max didn't know this.
"This isn't right, Max," I told him the next morning. "What we did last night was wrong."
"We made love," Max said, staring deep inside my soul again. "You can't lie to me anymore. You have to tell me the truth. Why did you pretend to sleep with Kyle?"
I shivered. I was going to have to tell him the truth.
A/N: What did'ya think? Sequel? Maybe...