Return - Part Two
Disclaimer - (see part one)
Liz leaned towards him revelling in the electricity that seemed to spark between them. Just before their lips met another pair of feet could be heard clanking up the steps to the balcany. Liz and michael sprung apart as Max's head became visable. "Hey Liz, you look nice. Oh, Michael you're here already. Good. Izzy's in the car, let's get going." Max started back down the ladder without waiting for a reply from either of them. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them until Michael let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the ladder.
"Max is wrong Liz, you don't look nice, you look gorgeous." Liz didnt know what to say. Michael just threw her a grin and climbed down to meet Max and Isabel. Liz climbed back through her window, locked the house up and met Max, Isabel and Michael for their night out.
The night went by in a blur. Liz plastered a smile on her face and tried to ignore the awkwardness between Michael and herself. Apparently during the day they'd aquired a flat for Michael and another one for Maxand Isabel seems their parents had left Roswell after their departure.
Michael left two hours early muttering something about needing sleep, but much to Liz's dislike the feeling's she'd had for Michael on the rooftop didnt fade once he'd left.
When Max dropped Liz home he leant to give her a kiss goodbye, but Liz pulled away.
"What's the matter Liz? You're not acting normally."
"Two and a half years does alot of different things to people, including me Max, you cant expect things to be the same as when you left." And with that she walked inside.
~The next morning~
Liz's alarm screamed at her 6 o'clock the next morning. She jumped into a hot shower and got dressed in her crashdown uniform so she could prepare for the day's opening. When she got downstairs she went through the normal procedures, turning the lights on, setting the chairs up etc. She noticed with some comfort that it was raining. Walking through to the kitchen she nearly screamed when she saw someone in the fridge but when Michael emerged she settled on a death glare.
"Michael what the hell are you doing here?" She noticed he was carrying various ingredients needed for the day.
"I thought i'd take you up on your offer. I decided I'd come and work today. Help you open too." He held up the dishes to show he was doing just that.
"Michael I don't need help to open and I have a cook rostered on today. Just....Just go home okay?" He sat the dishes down and sighed, walking towards her. He spoke quietly.
"What's the matter Liz?" She looked down as he stopped infront of her.
"Nothing's wrong Michael. I told you I already....." She paused as he ran his fingers lightly over her hand sending goosebumps up her arm. "I already have a cook rostered on Michael." She finished unsteadily, having trouble breathing normally. He continued to look at her eyes as she continued to look down.
"Give him the day off. I thought you missed me Elizabeth...." She lifted her gaze as he linked his fingers through hers.
"I did miss you Michael. But so much has happened and I....I can't do things just because they feel familiar." He pulled her close against him and felt her sharp intake of breath match his own at their contact.
"This isn't familiar." She looked into his eyes, deep and inviting.
"I'm scared Michael. This feels so strong. Stronger than anything I've ever felt. I.... I don't know how to deal with it... " His voice came out a rough whisper that caressed her.
"Stop fighting Elizabeth."
For the first time his lips claimed hers. There was nothing gentle about their meeting, Passion met the electricity between them and something exploded inside them. As Michael pushed her up against the bench, trying to get closer to her,Liz moaned his name into the heavy air and there was no going back to the way things had been.
To be continued....
Disclaimer - (see part one)
Liz leaned towards him revelling in the electricity that seemed to spark between them. Just before their lips met another pair of feet could be heard clanking up the steps to the balcany. Liz and michael sprung apart as Max's head became visable. "Hey Liz, you look nice. Oh, Michael you're here already. Good. Izzy's in the car, let's get going." Max started back down the ladder without waiting for a reply from either of them. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them until Michael let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the ladder.
"Max is wrong Liz, you don't look nice, you look gorgeous." Liz didnt know what to say. Michael just threw her a grin and climbed down to meet Max and Isabel. Liz climbed back through her window, locked the house up and met Max, Isabel and Michael for their night out.
The night went by in a blur. Liz plastered a smile on her face and tried to ignore the awkwardness between Michael and herself. Apparently during the day they'd aquired a flat for Michael and another one for Maxand Isabel seems their parents had left Roswell after their departure.
Michael left two hours early muttering something about needing sleep, but much to Liz's dislike the feeling's she'd had for Michael on the rooftop didnt fade once he'd left.
When Max dropped Liz home he leant to give her a kiss goodbye, but Liz pulled away.
"What's the matter Liz? You're not acting normally."
"Two and a half years does alot of different things to people, including me Max, you cant expect things to be the same as when you left." And with that she walked inside.
~The next morning~
Liz's alarm screamed at her 6 o'clock the next morning. She jumped into a hot shower and got dressed in her crashdown uniform so she could prepare for the day's opening. When she got downstairs she went through the normal procedures, turning the lights on, setting the chairs up etc. She noticed with some comfort that it was raining. Walking through to the kitchen she nearly screamed when she saw someone in the fridge but when Michael emerged she settled on a death glare.
"Michael what the hell are you doing here?" She noticed he was carrying various ingredients needed for the day.
"I thought i'd take you up on your offer. I decided I'd come and work today. Help you open too." He held up the dishes to show he was doing just that.
"Michael I don't need help to open and I have a cook rostered on today. Just....Just go home okay?" He sat the dishes down and sighed, walking towards her. He spoke quietly.
"What's the matter Liz?" She looked down as he stopped infront of her.
"Nothing's wrong Michael. I told you I already....." She paused as he ran his fingers lightly over her hand sending goosebumps up her arm. "I already have a cook rostered on Michael." She finished unsteadily, having trouble breathing normally. He continued to look at her eyes as she continued to look down.
"Give him the day off. I thought you missed me Elizabeth...." She lifted her gaze as he linked his fingers through hers.
"I did miss you Michael. But so much has happened and I....I can't do things just because they feel familiar." He pulled her close against him and felt her sharp intake of breath match his own at their contact.
"This isn't familiar." She looked into his eyes, deep and inviting.
"I'm scared Michael. This feels so strong. Stronger than anything I've ever felt. I.... I don't know how to deal with it... " His voice came out a rough whisper that caressed her.
"Stop fighting Elizabeth."
For the first time his lips claimed hers. There was nothing gentle about their meeting, Passion met the electricity between them and something exploded inside them. As Michael pushed her up against the bench, trying to get closer to her,Liz moaned his name into the heavy air and there was no going back to the way things had been.
To be continued....