Longing
by Love Of My Life
Rating: PG-13
Category: Max/? Sorry but you will have to read it to find out.
Disclaimer: Nothing Roswell is mine. If only...
Summary: No spoilers. All of season 2 up to and incl. Viva Las Vegas. What we wish for is in our grasp if only we would have the courage to reach out for it.
Distribution: You can always ask, who knows I might say yes.
Part 2
The tension between them is almost tangible. Neither wants to be there. But what choice do they have. They have to wait out the storm and they both need their sleep so the best thing to do is to clench your teeth and get through it somehow. They both lay there wondering why their lives turned out the way they did. Eventually they drift off to sleep. They start to relax and unknowingly turnover on their backs to get more comfortable. Slowly their bodies find each other in the middle of the bed. Him lying on his back and she on her right side moving in even closer as if seeking his warmth, almost needing it, absorbing it. She moves closer to him resting her head on his bare chest and putting her left hand on his stomach. She snuggles closer still. He pulls her in tightly as if he never wants to let her go. His right hand moves over to cover the hand lying on his stomach and moving it up to his heart where it belongs.
The sun rises throwing sunbeams across the two young people lying so closely together on the bed, almost as if they are one being. They lazily stir feeling the warmth of the sun on their skin. Max opens his eyes and sees what happened during the night. His breath catches in his throat. Her beauty is captivating. He wants to caress the soft skin of her cheeks. He longs to kiss her eyelids, her forehead, her throat and her lips, especially her lips. He realizes that he is still holding his breath. He lets the air escape and draws in a fresh breath of air. He looks at her once more and tries to ease away because he feels he has to resist her. He doesn't want to be drawn in by her beauty. But when he carefully tries to remove his arm from beneath her head he sees her eyes flutter and open. He freezes unable to move. He is caught in the gaze of her beautiful eyes. She realizes what must have happened during the night. Their bodies had sought each other out and they had lain like that all night. A blush creeps up on her soft cheeks.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you have to believe me.' She stammers.
Max realizes that she is trying to apologize for the fact that their bodies had sought each other out during the night as if he would accuse her for doing it on purpose. He couldn't really blame her for that. He blamed her for a lot lately. His right hand rises up as of it's own volition and he puts his index finger to her lips.
'Ssshh, I know, you don't have to say anything. It just happened.'
His thumb moves over her lips, he can't resist their softness. He feels the heat rising in his body as he continues caressing her lips. He can't help himself. He can't bring himself to remove his fingers from her face. A force takes control of him and he can't do anything but go with it. She looks up at him with those soft eyes. He sees her longing reflected there for him. She doesn't protest or try to move away from his touch.
Slowly he bends to let his mouth take over from his hand. As his lips touched hers he feels his heart rate increase tenfold. He draws her even closer with his left hand on her back, his right hand moves to the back of her head to bring her even closer to his mouth as if that was possible. He takes her lower lip between his teeth and bites her softly as if he wants to brand her as his. He hears her moan and draws back to see if he had maybe hurt her. He looks in her eyes but all he sees is passion burning in her eyes. Just for him.
He draws her back in again and she puts her arms around his neck to get as close to him as she can. They lay there, passion overtaking every move they make. They feel the heat rising in their bodies. They know they shouldn't be doing this but they can no longer deny the urgency of their feelings. Max kisses her passionately. His tongue seeks hers feverishly. He is unable to get enough of her. He loves to kiss her but it is no longer enough. He needs more of her, to taste her, to see all of her. As he withdraws from her lips she moans in protest and tries to bring his mouth back to hers.
'Sshh, I'm not going anywhere, I couldn't, not now. Nothing can keep me away from you.'
She smiles at him happily. She knows that he will stay with her, make love to her. He removes her arms from around his neck so he can move them over to the middle of the bed. He makes her sit up for a moment. He takes the hem of the shirt she had been sleeping in. He doesn't hear her protest or see anything else but the passionate look in her eyes. He slowly removes her shirt only stopping a short moment when he sees her beautiful breasts for the first time. Then he takes of her shirt in one quick motion. She is now naked from the waist up. She suddenly feels embarrassed by his gaze and tries to hide her nakedness. She tries to cross her arms before her chest. He stops her before she can finish the motion. He looks at her admiringly, gently holding her wrists in his hands.
'Don't, you don't need to be embarrassed. You're beautiful.'
'You really think so?'
'Yes, you truly are.'
A soft shy smile slowly brightens her face. He thinks that she looks even more beautiful if that was even possible. He slowly pushes her back on the bed again. His hands slowly moving up from her wrists caressing her arms all the way to her shoulders and over her collarbone to finally come to rest on both sides of her face. His body covers hers .The feeling is indescribable. Most of his weight is still on his elbows, which rested now beside her shoulders. His breath catches in his throat once again seeing the look of pure unadulterated love in her eyes. Love for him. He slowly puts his forehead to rest against hers as he gently settles his body on hers. He sighs her name as reverent as a prayer.
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