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Something to Believe in PART 29 As
she pulled into the driveway of his house, Isabelle took in a deep breath.
During the journey from the hospital to where she was now, she’d
deliberated constantly whether this was a good idea or not.
When Liz had suggested it, Isabelle had thought it was a logical step to
take. But now, as she arrived outside his house with her courage
beginning to falter, she wasn’t so sure. Trepidation
filled her body as she walked up the three steps to his front door, before
gently rapping the large brass doorknocker.
Part of her was excited, that perhaps what Liz had said was true, but the
other part afraid that she would leave with no hope at all.
Rejection was one thing to accept and take, but to have no possible
glimmer of future hope was even too much for Isabelle to cope with. “Isabelle,
hi!” Alex greeted, surprised to
see her standing on his doorstep. “Hi
Alex.” She replied. “Is
there a problem? Is Max and Liz
ok?” He queried, wondering why
she was there, and indeed how she had found out where he lived. “No,
there’s no problem. They’re
both fine, I just needed to talk to you about something.
Can I come in?” She asked,
hoping he would say yes. Having an
intimate conversation while standing in the doorway wasn’t her idea of fun. “Sure,
of course.” He encouraged, guilty
he’d forgotten his manners and not invited her in already. Ushering
her inside, Alex pointed towards the living room and then followed her inside.
His mind was racing, confused as to why she had just turned up at his
house. He was sure he hadn’t told
her the address, and the only phone number she had was his office number. “So
………. Can I get you a drink or anything?”
He queried, breaking the silence of the room as they both sat down on a
plush cream coloured couch. “No,
I’m fine thank you.” She
replied politely, glancing around his scantily decorated room.
A
silent thought that a man had clearly decided on the décor jumped into her
mind. Pictures and personal
artefacts were non-existent, the only personal item was a picture of a beautiful
young girl with eyes just like Alex’s placed in the middle of the mantelpiece
just above the open fire. She must
be his sister, or niece or similar, Isabelle denoted, wondering why Alex had no
pictures of his other family like parents or such. “Ok
….. so erm, what can I do for you?” Alex
asked, pulling Isabelle from her thoughts. “I
came to talk to you if that’s ok.” “Oh
no, you didn’t. Erm ….. Liz
gave it to me actually.” Isabelle
responded somewhat reluctantly. The
last thing she wanted to do was get Liz in to trouble with Alex for her actions. “Liz?
She gave you my address? But
why?” He asked. “Because,
like I said, I wanted to talk to you.” “Us?
No offence Isabelle, but there isn’t actually an ‘us’.
We never have been and never will be an ‘us’.”
He said somewhat brutally. “That’s
exactly why I’m here Alex.” She
said simply, glossing over his harsh words.
“I don’t understand why there will never be an ‘us’.
I really like you, you’re funny, you make me laugh, and you’re a
perfect gentleman. You’re
everything I’m looking for in a guy and so much more.
Why won’t you give me a chance?” “Why
not Alex? How can you say that
without even trying? Don’t I
deserve a chance?” She said
angrily. “I
just know ok. I am not the
carefree, happy person you think I am. I
have a lot of baggage Isabelle, what you see is not all you get.
My family is a mess, my head is screwed up, I can’t ask you to step
into my world.” “That
isn’t your decision to make Alex.” She
said adamantly. “I deserve the
right to choose.” “It
is my decision Isabelle, because it’s my life you would be entering.
You’re young, free and want to have fun in life.
I can practically guarantee what I am looking for out of life right now,
and it’s not what you want.” Ok
then, how about you tell me Isabelle? Then
I’ll know for sure.” He
countered. “I
don’t really know right now. I
want someone who makes me happy and will love me for me. I don’t want someone who likes me because I will make a
great asset for their arm at parties, or someone who talks business constantly.
I want ……….. you Alex.” She
said. “Great,
so now I know what you want, and you’ve confirmed my suspicions.
We want differently things Isabelle, our relationship would never
work.” “Humour
me then, tell me what you’re looking for.”
She pressed. “Ok,
yes I’m looking for someone who will make me as happy as I do them.
But my life is complicated. My
parents are divorced and constantly arguing over my sister who’s been gone for
years. I want a family of my own, whom I can take care of in place
of my own screwed up parents. I
want a wife and children to fill my house with noise.”
He told her. “But most of
all I need someone who will look after me and give me back some of the love my
life has been missing for so long.” He
added, saying the last part softly as if he was ashamed of it.
He
wasn’t used to being so brutally honest about his feelings, unused to
admitting his dreams and hopes for the future.
But that was what Isabelle did to him, she made him feel relaxed, happy
and most of all made him want to tell her what she could do to make things
right. Yet despite that he didn’t
want to drag her down, bring her into his life and then slowly but surely
extinguish the sparkle in her beautiful dancing eyes. “Then
why can’t I be the person to give you back love in your life?”
She asked gently. “Because
you’re so young. You deserve fun,
not someone that needs you more than you need me.
You don’t want to settle down and commit to all the things I’m after.
I can’t do that to you Isabelle, and I won’t.
You’re an amazing person full of so much vibrancy and happiness, I
can’t go out with you and watch you diminish as a person because of what I
need and want from a lover. It
would break my heart to see you do go through that and change as a person.”
He said sincerely. “You’re
not even giving me a chance though Alex, you’re dooming us before you’ve
even given it a go. I won’t
profess to know that things would be rosy and work out perfectly, but you
can’t just brush me aside because you don’t think I can live up to what you
want. Yes I’m young, but I do
want to get married one day and have a family.
Maybe I don’t what those things as quickly as you, but compromise is a
wonderful tool in a relationship. If
you hate me then fine, but if you’re just scared then don’t throw me away on
a whim.” She told him, sounding
much more wiser that her 22 years. Her
hopeful eyes and determinedness in her voice shone back at Alex as he stared at
her. A small, tentative smile
crossed her lips, trying to plead with him to give her a chance.
It was all she desired, just an opportunity to give it a go and see where
love could take them. His
heart screamed loudly as he tried to keep his composure.
He’d convinced himself that he would never experience the exquisite
touch of Isabelle. He’d thought
he had managed to get his heart to accept that it was just the way things went,
just one little fish in a very big sea. But,
as she sat beside him, her big brown eyes projecting optimism his way, his
resolution finally broke. Acting
on pure instinct, rather than rationale, he fixed his eyes on her lips before
slipping his hand around her neck. Capturing
a handful of hair, he allowed it to slip through his fingers as he covered the
distance between them. All rime and
reason flew out the window, instead he just allowed his emotions to rule his
head. Knowing
what was about to happen, Isabelle responded, wrapping her own hand around his
neck, to make the journey towards her easier.
In a split second her dreams would finally come true. As
his lips finally touched hers, she was catapulted straight into heaven.
It was a soft, sensual kiss sealing all of the emotions of the room.
Melting into his embrace, she allowed him to deepen the kiss and heighten
the emotional feeling flooding her body. The
tenderness of his embrace crashed through her body at an alarming rate.
His lips caressed hers, stoking the fire in her stomach to raging levels.
His tongue darted across her bottom lip, stroking and probing for entry
into the depths of her sensual mouth. Obliging
with eagerness, she parted her lips and accepted the onslaught that came her
way. Never
before had she been kissed so openly passionately and recklessly, it was as if
all his restraint had culminated in this one moment of weakness.
All his feelings were displayed in the embrace, signalling it had taken
great superhuman strength to keep Isabelle Evans at arms length.
As
they finally drifted apart, she subconsciously bit on her bottom lip; afraid he
might slip back into darkness and denial. She’d
finally had what she wanted, a small taste of him, and she knew in her heart
that wasn’t enough to quell the flames deep inside her.
She’d tasted sweet heaven; anything else would always be second best
from that moment onwards. For
a moment he sat in silence, just stroking the back of her hand with his
fingertips. He stared down at the
carpet, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
His head was awash with images of their kiss, his skin prickling due to
her close proximity. He couldn’t think clearly, all he could sense was the
feelings and emotions of Isabelle. He’d
dreamed of kissing her for so long, and now that dream had come true, but where
to go from here he wasn’t sure. For
so long he’d lectured himself to keep Isabelle away for his own health, and
now he’d tasted her he was genuinely afraid on how to regain his control
again. “Alex.”
She said softly, using her other hand to still his movement and attempt
to gauge his reaction to the kiss. “Yeah.”
He breathed, finally turning his head towards her so she could see the
mist forming rapidly in his eyes. His
open show of emotions tore at her heartstrings. It was clear their embrace had blown him away just as much as
it had her. Reaching her hand to
his face, Isabelle gently caressed his cheek, the warmth in her smile showing
him she was overwhelmed with happiness. “I
know how you feel.” She said
simply, moving in to place a gentle kiss on his lips once more. “Who
are you Isabelle Evans? What spell
have you spun over me?” He
whispered, taking a strand of her hair and pushing it neatly behind her ear. “I
think it’s called love.” She
responded, her own eyes welling up due to the immense feelings swirling around
the room. “I
hardly know you ……. But for some reason I think you might just be right
there.” He replied, slipping an
arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his body for another embrace. They
didn’t know what the future would hold, whether things would be perfect or
not. But between them, that day,
they had silently agreed to give it a go. Lying
in bed, his hands instinctively moved to rest on top of her stomach.
She smiled against his chest as she felt his fingers caress her soft
skin. Things were far from a
hundred percent perfect between them, but the first big steps towards their
future had been trodden. Michael
had finally accepted the baby, and his responsibility to Maria.
But, inside, it was more than that.
As she lay in his arms, he finally realised he had everything he’d ever
craved. He’d never admitted it to
himself, but he was more content than ever before at that moment. The
wonder of Maria carrying his child was awe inspiring to him.
The thought that a little person that he had helped make was growing
inside her was incomprehensible. He
wasn’t sure what it would be like to become a father, to hold a tiny being in
his arms and protect them from the horrors of the world, but he was certainly
going to try. He not only owed that
to Maria and the child, but he owed it to himself, for he knew he’d regret it
for the rest of his life if he ran. “Feels
strange doesn’t it.” She said
softly, feeling his fingers run across her stomach. “Yeah,
I guess it does.” He admitted. “It’s
taken me a while to accept there’s something in there too.
Guess once I start showing it’ll be easier to think about it.” “Yeah,
probably. Talking about that, when
do you want to tell your mother?” He
asked. He knew it wasn’t going to
be an easy talk, but it was an essential one.
“Soon
I guess, better to get it out of the way than dwell on what she’ll say.
I’m sure she will be angry, but it’ll be easier now you’re with
me.” Maria told him. Stepping
out of the shower the following morning, Maria shook back her hair and fumbled
around for her pink towelling robe. Slipping
it over her damp skin, she grabbed her hairbrush before pulling her wet strands
into a hair clasp. Hearing the
front door open, Maria assumed it was Michael, guessing he was putting out some
trash or something. He was
downstairs preparing her some breakfast, the only stipulation being nothing
fried. Her morning sickness
wasn’t quite so ruthless now, but the smell of fried cooking in the morning
always made her loose her stomach in the most spectacular fashion. Closing
the door behind her, Amy nearly fell over a large pair of Doc Martin boots.
Wondering to herself whose shoes they were, she slipped off her coat
before heading towards the kitchen. She’d
been travelling most of the night and a cup of coffee would be a godsend at that
moment. The
sight in her kitchen, however, startled her beyond belief.
Instead of finding her daughter, who Amy had expected, she had found a
man. And not just any man, no this
was a young, viral specimen. He had
bare feet, faded blue jeans that rode low on his slender hips and absolutely
nothing on his upper body. His hair
was an unruly mess and she guessed from the beads of moisture that he hadn’t
long since stepped out of the shower. Busily
preparing what looked like waffles and maple syrup, he was clearly engrossed and
hadn’t noticed her at all. “Maria,
the pancakes are rea …………. “ He
yelled turning to find a woman in the doorway.
“Oh, erm, hi.” He added,
doing his best to keep hold of the plates and not drop them over the floor
through shock. He didn’t know who
this woman was, but Michael didn’t really need a million guesses. Her
short brown hair was different, but she had the same interesting eyes, high
cheekbones and full lips. There was
no doubt in Michael’s mind that this older woman had to be Maria’s mother. He had never met her, only heard Maria’s descriptions, but
being stood in her kitchen with very little on, Michael was sure they were in
for trouble. “Hello
right back at yah.” She drawled,
luring him into a false sense of security.
“Wanna tell me what you’re doing standing in my kitchen at 8.30am in
the morning with next to nothing on?” Amy
added, the tone of her voice turning serious. Of
course, Amy didn’t really need to know what he was doing, that was plainly
obvious. Oh yes he was making
breakfast, but her real question was where had he spent the previous night. As long as it was far away as possible from her daughter and
more importantly Maria’s bed, Amy would be happy.
Her heart, however said that wasn’t the case. “Oh,
I er …… am …..” He stumbled, clearly lost for words which was something
of a rarity for the normally calm, cool and collected Michael Guerin. “Thanks
Mickey …….. oh I mum!” Maria
suddenly said, seeing her mother staring intently at her boyfriend. “Micky?
I guess that must be you.” Amy
said, narrowing her eyes towards him. “Actually
it’s Michael.” He responded
weakly, feeling very lost at that moment. “Maria,
how are you sweetie? Fine?
Good. A word, in private,
now!” Amy said sternly, the look
given to her daughter just as firm. “No
Mum ……” “Now
Maria!” Realising
it was a loosing battle, Maria reluctantly followed her mother into the lounge,
leaving a bewildered Michael still standing in the middle of the kitchen with
two plates in his hand. “Mum,
it’s not what you think …….. ok well maybe it is.”
Maria started. “Save
it Maria. Answer me this, did he
stay here last night?” Amy asked
pointedly, not really wanting to know the answer. “Yes
he stayed the night.” “In
your bed?” “Yes
in my bed.” “And
you stayed where?” “……..
with him ……” Maria finally
answered, knowing it would open the floodgates to a barrage from her mother. For
a moment Maria actually thought her mother might burst.
Amy’s face was bright red, her eyes bulging outwards.
Thrusting a hand through her short unruly hair, Amy blew out a deep
breath. Well at least her daughter
had been honest, she couldn’t fault Maria there.
But to hear it in cold hard words that Maria had obviously been sleeping
with Michael, well that was too much. Her
daughter may be 23 years old, but that didn’t stop Amy wanting to wrap her up
and never let her out of her sight, or anywhere near Michael in particular.
“And
just what happened to our agreement that while I was out of town you wouldn’t
be entertaining young men in our house?”
Amy finally asked. “Mum
I’m 23 ……” “Yes
Maria, I am well aware of that.” “So
then if I want Michael to stay over that’s my choice.” “Fine,
no problem, then I’ll go back to Michael’s if it makes you feel better.”
Maria countered. “That’s
enough young lady. You know the
whole reason I don’t want you sleeping with someone is so that you don’t
turn out like I did. I missed out
on so much Maria to have you. You
know I love you to death and wouldn’t change a thing now, but there is no way
I want you to make the same mistakes I did.”
Amy said sincerely. For
a moment Maria felt consumed with guilt. She
knew how much her mother wanted a different life for her, yet Maria had still
managed to fall into the same trap. The
only difference being that her father’s baby was sticking around and they were
planning to move in together to create a proper home for their child.
Maria’s father, on the other hand, had hotfooted it in the opposite
direction the moment Maria had been born. It
wasn’t the best time to tell Amy with her mother’s anger already riled up at
the thought Michael had stayed the night, but in her heart Maria knew there
would never be a good time to announce her news.
Her mother would freak no matter when or where the news was broken, so
why not now. “Look
mum, can you excuse me for just a minute.”
Maria said, holding up her finger before heading out of the room. “Michael,
it’s time.” “Time?
But haven’t you got months to go?”
Michael queried, getting the wrong idea of Maria’s words. “No
silly, I mean time, you know, to tell my mother.” “Are
you sure? I mean I’ve only just
met her?” “Yes,
I’m sure.” “But
she doesn’t seem to like me.” He
countered. “Michael
….. we have to tell her, and now.” “Ok.”
He finally replied. As
they walked back into the lounge, both Maria and Michael had a sense of dread.
He knew he was walking into a lion’s den, he had no doubt Amy would
tear strips off him once she found out Maria’s pregnancy was his doing.
He had to keep telling himself though, that he was a grown man, not some
seventeen-year-old high school student who had just got his prom queen pregnant.
“Mum,
look there’s something we need to tell you.” “Really?”
Amy queried, not liking this at all. “Yes.”
Maria started, pausing to look at Michael for some moral support. “Look
Ms DeLuca, I know you don’t know me really, but I love your daughter very
much. We’ve been seeing each
other for a while now, and we’re really happy.” “Is
that so?” Amy responded, an
inkling that an engagement was coming hit Amy hard and made her suck in a deep
breath. “Yes,
and …….” “And?” If
Maria had thought her mother would burst before, she was now sure Amy was going
to faint or have a heart attack, whichever came first.
Her normally rosy cheeks now held a deathly pale complexion, her eyes
glazed over as if unable to completely believe what she had just been told. “You’re
pregnant?” She reiterated, shock
covering her face. “Yes.”
Maria said gently, sitting down on the sofa. “I
don’t believe this!” Amy
roared. “Tell me it isn’t true,
tell me this is just some sick joke. Please,
tell me that my only daughter hasn’t just fallen into the same trap I did?” “You
think love is going to be enough? Geez
Maria haven’t I taught you anything? Don’t
you realise that love isn’t enough, love won’t buy things for the baby, love
won’t put food on the table and love won’t hold you together when he
realises just how hard raising a child will be.”
Amy said, tears filling in her eyes as her heart broke for her daughter. “I’m
not expecting this to be easy Ms DeLuca, I know raising a child will be tough.
But as for the money side, I can assure you your daughter will want for
nothing. I won’t say when I found
out Maria was pregnant that I was ecstatic, I wasn’t, but I’ve come to
realise that I need her in my life. She’s a special person, and although we didn’t plan this
child, I can say that I am the happiest I have been in a very long time.” “You!
You come here and tell me you’ve got my daughter pregnant, tell me
it’s the happiest you’ve been and then expect me to be happy?
For god sake haven’t you kids heard about contraception!”
“Yes
of course we have, and we were careful …..”
Michael started. “Well
not careful enough clearly!” “Mum
please ……..” “I
don’t believe this! Maria what
about everything I’ve taught you, about being responsible, about not jumping
into bed with men. God if you’d
just have listened to me you wouldn’t be having to deal with this now.” “I
know you’re upset Mum, I know you feel disappointed in me and I’ve let you
down. But please, let me be happy,
accept that this is my life and I want to live it my way.
I want this baby, I am happy about this baby, all I need is your blessing
to make it perfect.” Maria
pleaded, praying her mother would accept her words. “How
can I give my blessing to you when I know you’re making the biggest mistake of
your life?” Amy countered. “By
trusting me.” Maria replied
simply. Mother
and daughter sat staring at each other, as if time had stood still.
Silent tears escaped down Amy’s cheeks, tears of part sadness that her
daughter hadn’t learnt, but also tinged slightly with happiness.
For Maria looked to have found the one person in her life that Amy had
been searching for, the one person she’d tried to find for many years.
Michael’s arm was protectively placed around Maria’s shoulders, his
spare hand covering hers, love flowed between them, Amy was sure of that.
But there was a pang of jealously, for Amy’s true love still eluded
her. She’d loved Maria’s
father, but it hadn’t meant to be, and now, once Maria moved out, she’d be
even more alone in the world. Amy’s
desire to find a special person to live out the rest of her years with suddenly
doubled in size. No matter what she
said to Maria now Amy knew she’d lost her, no longer would Maria see her
mother as the only special person in her life.
Options spun around her head, one, she could shun Maria tell her she was
making a huge mistake and then watch her daughter walk away without looking
back. But option two meant she had
to bury her own deep seeded feelings and back Maria with her whole heart.
She may not agree with her daughter’s choices, but thoughts of loosing
her only family helped make the decision infinitely easier. “Ok,
I’m not saying I like it or I approve, but I do trust you Maria, I always
have. I love you.” Amy conceded. “And
if you hurt my daughter I’ll personally hunt you down and make you sorry!”
She warned flashing narrow eyes in Michael’s direction.” Now
that her mother knew, Maria could put their plan in action.
Michael’s bachelor pad certainly wasn’t big enough for the three of
them once the baby was born, so a new house was needed. They’d both looked through the local papers, trying to find
a nice four-bedroom house in a smart neighbourhood of Beverley Hills.
Although giving up his apartment tugged at his heart slightly, Michael
conceded it was for the best. He
was finally growing up, accepting responsibility of Maria and the child and with
that meant giving up his apartment and with it his playboy image.
Soon too would come all the baby paraphernalia, buggies, cots, bottles
and mountains of clothes. But, to
his amazement, Michael was actually looking forward to that time.
Then there would be a little person, part of him to look after and care
for, and it made him feel warm inside just thinking about it. It
had taken a while, but a woman had finally tamed him, and Michael couldn’t
think of a better person than Maria to have done the job,
PART 29 - *NC-17*
Two
weeks after he finally came round from the coma, Max was able to go home. At first his mother had tried to persuade him to come back to
the family home, at least until he was back on his feet properly.
But Max would have none of it, insisting he could manage.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate his family’s efforts to rally
round, more that he wanted time alone to spend with the new woman in his life. The
cast on his ankle came off six weeks later and his wrist unstrapped a week after
that. After physiotherapy he was
eventually allowed to resume full work activities.
Throughout all the time at home he continued worked, but in his heart Max
itched to be back at his desk controlling the company properly.
Being on the front line and being able to visit his clients was of
paramount importance to Max. To him, it was the only way he could give the level of
service he believed his clients deserved. The
only good part about being sidelined at home, however, was the quality time
spent with his new girlfriend. Liz
was fast becoming a permanent fixture at his Beverley Hills apartment, and he
liked it. They were still taking
things slowly, one day at a time, but it was more than enough for Max. To kiss her whenever he liked and to hold her close in the
evenings was more than he’d dared dream could happen before the accident. “So
what is it tonight, a dose of humour with Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blond, or
some romantic Titanic loving with Kate Winslett and Leonard DiCaprio?”
Liz asked, sieving through Max’s extensive DVD collection before
turning to face him as he sat on the sofa.
It
had become a regular habit, watching a movie together on a Thursday night. LA was normally quieter on Thursdays as it geared up for
hectic weekends and busy premiers. Watching
movies gave Max and Liz quiet time together, but also an insight into the other.
He’d surprised her with his vast knowledge of fun, girl flicks, along
with the action movies he still loved to watch.
But to Max, watching Bridget Jones make a fool of herself in a bunny suit
was acceptable if Liz Parker was giggling infectiously right beside him.
“Me
huh? And just what did you have in
mind Mr Evans?” She queried
sexily, perching up on her knees and leaning over his body so she could capture
his lips. Despite
the closeness that ran between them since finally getting together, they
hadn’t ventured further than passionate kissing.
It wasn’t that Max didn’t desire Liz; he did with all his heart. It was more that he was happy to take things at his
girlfriend’s pace, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off by moving too
fast in their still new relationship. No,
this time he was going to do things right, slow the pace and enjoy the small
things in a relationship. Holding
hands, the shiver as fingers brushed together, the cute somewhat shy smiles and
the wonderfully passionate kisses. Pulling
her into his arms, he swung her round so that she laid out across his lap
staring up into his deeply dark brown eyes.
A sexy, somewhat shy smile crept across her face as he looked at her
intently. Her chestnut brown hair
fanned out behind her head, falling lightly over his jeans.
Running his fingers through the strands, he marvelled at their velvet
silkiness. Sweeping the pads of his
fingers across her forehead, they then lightly caressed her soft cheek before
bushing over her delicate lips. It
was a surreal, peaceful moment in which Max took in every wonder of the beauty
lying in his arms. Her
eyes shone back at him full of inquisitiveness, her brow creased slightly as she
wondered what had inspired his quiet moment.
It was something she’d learnt soon after Max had been discharged; he
clearly loved his tranquil moments. He
enjoyed just sitting and watching her, stroking her hair and allowing his eyes
to take in her features. At first
it had been uncomfortable for Liz, being in the spotlight wasn’t normally her
favourite pastime. Being at the
head of a power meeting was attention Liz could handle, but someone mulling over
whom she was inside was different. But
over the previous weeks she’d come accustomed to his intent staring.
To Liz it was as if he was desperately trying to commit to memory her
every feature and curve just in case she disappeared again under the cover of
darkness. “You
ok?” She asked softly lifting a
hand to cup his cheek, not wanting to break the spell he was clearly under. “Yeah.”
He replied, a warm smile decorating his face.
“Tell me again what I did to deserve you.”
He queried, sweeping her hair away from her face so as to fully
appreciate her beautiful face. “Can’t.
Guess you didn’t do anything.” She
responded playfully. “Well
then, better get as much of you as I can before someone realises they’re
missing you.” He said, his eyes
dancing with fun. Slipping
an arm under her neck, he lifted her upper body so he could connect with her
warm lips. Caressing them gently,
the tender kiss stretched for an eternity as they both relaxed into the embrace.
His free hand instinctively found her silky brown hair, taking a handful
and knotting it in his fingers before releasing and recapturing once more.
Her hands laid tense across his chest, as if she was so concentrated on
the kiss she’d forgot to move, much less breathe.
Despite
the laziness of the kiss, having Liz lying across his lap was playing havoc with
Max’s self control. She was so
close to him, her tiny frame stretched across his, his head felt light just at
the thought. Slipping his hand from
her hair, he moved it down her neck towards her hip. Feeling
his hands roaming over her clothes clad body made Liz feel dizzy, her skin
heating up under his miniscule touch. She
could feel her red cotton top slowly rising before swallowing his fingers
underneath. Sighing further into
the embrace, Liz allowed her tongue to dance tantalisingly over his bottom lip,
eager to gain entry to the vast cavern of his mouth. Running
his fingers up her sides underneath the top, he marvelled at the silkiness of
her skin. Moving his fingers across
he found her lace clad breast and couldn’t resist allowing his fingers to
dance across it. He could hear her
gasp of breath under his touch even though her lips were fused to his in a
passionate kiss. As
their tongues duelled for supremacy, Liz didn’t even notice her top riding up
further to expose her creamy flesh to Max.
His simple touch was driving her insane, one step closer to the heaven
she hadn’t experienced in such a long time.
Sighing once more, she leaned closer into his touch loving the feel of
his hands on her body. Finally
relinquishing his hold on her sweet lips, Max pulled back slightly to look into
her eyes. They had taken things
slowly since Liz had finally let him in, always giving her time to air any
worries or concerns troubling her. They
had not ventured this far before. Never
had he seen her exposed flesh and he was slightly concerned he’d overstepped
the mark and moved too quickly for her. Resting
his head gently against her forehead, he dragged in a shaky breath trying
desperately to regain control of his body and mind. “Is
this ok?” He queried softly,
needing to know she was still happy. “Yeah.”
She breathed, her face flushed pink with emotion.
At that moment she wasn’t sure what she was thinking or doing, all she
could feel was the emotions Max conjured up deep inside her. Raising
her arms slightly, she gave a clear indication on what she wanted him to do.
Grasping hold of the cotton material, Max gently swept it up and over her
head, allowing it to fall onto the floor with a satisfying thud. Her
dark eyes shone bright under the delicate orange glow of the table lamp. Eagerly, she mirrored his actions, removing his black t-shirt
with the simplest of ease. His
ripping chest was quickly exposed in all its glory to her eagerly pleasing eyes.
Without hesitation, she reached out to allow her fingers to explore the
hills and crevices of his toned upper body. His
head felt fuzzy as she explored his body, her light touch driving him to the
brink of insanity. Trying to remain
in control was testing his strength, his breathing visibly labouring as her
fingers danced and caressed his bare skin.
Throughout her exploration of his upper body, he battled to keep himself
under control. His body was quickly
developing a will of it’s own, eager to show Liz how her drugging touches
affected him. Having her still
lying across his lap was making it increasingly more difficult though, as her
touch continued to arouse his body further. In
an attempt to regain supremacy, he deftly unfastened her bra and discarded the
lace material in the direction of the floor.
With one arm underneath her neck to support her head, his free hand was
allowed to roam over her exposed body. Eagerly,
his fingers caressed her thin neck and scrupled shoulders as they continued
their quest to their destination. As
his hand finally cupped one of her breasts, Liz couldn’t stop a soft moan pass
her lips. Feeling him gently
squeezing and moulding her delicate mound in his fingers sent more pangs of
passion straight to her stomach. And
as his fingers rubbed over her nipple she moaned once more and involuntarily
pushed her upper body further into his touch. “God
your beautiful Liz.” He murmured
as he dipped his head to capture her mound with his lips.
Kissing and nipping at both breasts, he continued upwards, along her
shoulders and up her neck before nibbling gently at her jaw line and ear.
Delicate kisses around her cheek and chin ensued before she brought her
arms around his neck and moved so their lips collided once more rich with
passion and emotion. His
hand stretched down her legs, resting on the nearest thigh.
Gently he massaged her thigh, every so often allowing his fingers to
brush the inside of her legs, teasing her by almost touching where she ached the
most. Her fingers dancing around
his side and teasing the waistband of his jeans brought Max back down to earth.
Breaking
contact with her lips, he gently kissed her nose before resting his forehead on
hers. They were both breathing
heavily, both trying to work out what had come over them.
They’d been so restrained, so happy to take things slowly, yet so
quickly things were spiralling quickly out of control.
With
his hand still resting on the inside of her thighs, Liz couldn’t help but pull
her legs together slightly, clearly indicating what she wanted and needed the
most. She craved his touch so
badly; hell she needed it to keep herself alive she was sure of that. Despite
his clear desire for Liz, sensibility still reigned supreme in Max.
He was still scared to move too fast, afraid she would bolt if he pushed
to far. Taking in gulps of breath
he tried to relax his body in case she needed to slow down.
“Do
you want to slow down?” He
queried softly, looking into her burning eyes for any flicker of fear. “Do
you?” She countered. “
…….. no ………” He replied
honestly. “But I will stop if you
need me to.” He added. “I
……. don’t think I want you to stop.”
She said, reaching up and touching his cheek with her fingers. It
had been a long time since she’d made love to anyone and despite the
overwhelming feelings engulfing her body, Liz didn’t feel fearful.
Kyle had been her only partner, the only person to share her body, so by
rights she should be running scared about now, she countered. She was not only inexperienced, but this was Max, someone who
she cared so dearly for, someone who she loved with all her heart.
But she didn’t feel afraid by the feelings he was conjuring up inside
her, or the clear magnitude of his emotions for her.
She trusted him, her heart clarified, she knew he wouldn’t do anything
to hurt her, but instead allow her to experience the wonder of love with him. “Are
you sure?” He murmured against
her forehead, holding his breath as he waiting for her answer. “Yeah.”
She replied, reaching up to kiss his lips once more as if to cement her
words. Placing
one arm under the crook of her knees, the other already planted firmly under her
neck; he quickly stood up, sweeping Liz into his arms in the process. Manoeuvring them out of the living room, he headed straight
towards the bedroom before gently placing Liz down on his king sized bed. Her
dark brown hair fanned out across the cream coloured pillows, her eyes dancing
with excitement and anticipation. For
a moment a smile danced across his lips, she was finally back; he had her in his
bed once more. Only this time she
wasn’t going to leave the following morning, at least not after what he had
planned for them! Looming
over her tiny frame, Max peered into her soulful pools before capturing her
sweet lips in yet another searing kiss. Allowing
his lower body to gently cover hers, he continued to explore her lips as her
fingers danced across his bare back. Desire
was pumping around her body at an alarming rate, having Max laid out along the
length of her body heightening it to dangerous levels.
Unable to resist, she rocked her hips gently, grinding into his body as
she moved. His desire was clearly
evident by the large bulge in his jeans and as she rocked she lifted her hips
slightly to push into his body and further connect them. He
was quickly loosing sight of the goal and control rapidly spinning out of the
bedroom; Max knew he had to slow them down in an attempt to regain enough
composure to carry on. Gently
rolling across, he settled on his side into the crook of her arm, and allowed
his fingers to lazily trace circles across her bare stomach. Yet
Liz was in no mood to slow the pace, she needed him, and needed him badly. Allowing her own fingers to move down past his ribs, she
paused at his bellybutton for a moment before continuing. She reached a barrier when she hit the waistband of his
jeans, but that had been her quest. Quickly
she pulled the buckle on his belt, releasing it and removing the leather from
the bands of the trousers. Allowing
the belt to fall with a noisy clatter on wooden floor, she turned back to his
jeans and moved her fingers eagerly towards the row of buttons that held the
trousers up. As
each button was slowly released Max felt the growing sweet torture.
Throwing his head back he pushed it deep into the plump pillows as deep
breaths were dragged into his lungs. His
eyes fell to half-mast, rolling to the back of his head before returning to
glance at Liz’s exquisite touch at undoing the shiny silver buttons. Once
the last button was finally released, she pushed back the sides of the jeans to
expose his jet black Calvin Klein boxer shorts.
Glancing up she looked towards his face to see his reaction to her touch.
His thrown back head and closed eyes clearly indicated he was enjoying
her actions. Taking a moment, she admired what lay beneath the jeans
before slowly moving her fingers so the pads gently brushed over the surface of
his desire through the cotton material. She
was taking him to heaven with her simple touches, that he knew for sure. Yet despite the wonderful feelings she was conjuring up
inside him, he could tell she was tentative.
Her touches were hesitant and somewhat cautious, as if she were making
love for the very first time. Finally
pushing her wonderful touch away, Max propped himself up on one arm allowing the
other to gently caress her cheek. A
shy smile crept across her face and her wide eyes showed signs of nervousness. “I
won’t hurt you Liz.” He
whispered softly, brushing away stray hairs from around her face. “I
know, I love you so much Max.” She
responded quietly, smiling softly as if to indicate he should continue.
“I
love you too.” His
fingers made light work of the button and zip of her black trousers, peeling
them away and down her body with immense ease.
Her long shapely legs were just as perfect as he had imagined them to be,
her curvy hips framing her body with ease.
His fingers danced tantalisingly across her creamy flesh, up along her
legs to her thighs before halting their quick progress.
Once
more, as always, Max aired on the side of caution and glanced up to Liz. He needed confirmation, an indication that she was still
happy with the pace they were moving at. If
she said stop he would, he knew it, no matter how much self control it used up. Her
heavy lidded eyes and slight nod of the head was all the confirmation he needed
to continue. Brushing his fingers
across the lacy material he finally touched Liz where she desired it the most.
Instinctively she arched her lower body up into his touch, driving him to
continue. Stroking her continually
through the lace material, he listened intently to the sudden change in her
breathing, which quicken rapidly under his touch.
Pausing
to finally remove her lace underwear and push his own jeans away, Max glanced at
Liz. She was lying on his bed in
all her glory, and she looked simply breathtaking.
The
large window that framed one wall allowed the soft white moonlight to shine in
giving Liz’s skin a silver glow. The
white chiffon curtains billowed in the room as the gentle wind from an open
window caught and wiped them around slightly.
The room was almost enchanting as he returned to Liz’s side; the
passion of the moment caught and hung high in the midnight blackness. Feeling
her hands slip under the band of his boxer shorts caused Max to suck in a
breath. She was rapidly shattering
his normally steely control, and at that moment he really didn’t care.
Feeling her fingers encircle around him made his eyes roll backwards once
more as her spellbound touch engulfed his senses. Seeking
her out also, Max touched Liz intimately, stroking and caressing her to the same
speed in which she touched him also. For
a few moments they were both content, feeling, touching and experiencing what
the other was feeling in their own emotions.
Finally
the last of his resolve broke free, the hum in his body needing release quickly.
Pushing away his boxer shorts, Max swiftly moved across so that his body
rose above Liz’s once more. Keeping
their lower bodies purposely apart, he looked back into her eyes for acceptance
before he went further. His wildest
dreams were about to become reality, and the mere thought nearly made Max loose
control. She
nodded her head softly as her hands snaked around to cup his bare buttocks. Kneading them gently, she pushed his body down towards hers,
needing to feel him finally. All
fears and nerves flew out the open window at that moment, instead she felt
totally at ease as Max kissed her lips in a soft embrace. Gently
allowing her to pull his body down, Max rested between her legs before rising up
on his forearms and slowly, ever so gently, entered her.
A slight suck in of breath was heard from Liz as she felt him finally
join them as one. Despite the fact
it wasn’t her first time, there was still an amount of initial discomfort, it
being so long since she’d been with a guy. He
used immeasurable control to stay still then, instead dipping his head to gently
kiss her lips. He was determined to
take it slowly, despite his own body’s incessant need.
No matter what he wasn’t going to hurt Liz in favour of his own
pleasure. Prising his lips slowly
away from hers, he proceeded to kiss her jaw line, neck and shoulders, enjoying
each time she quivered underneath his gentle touch.
His kisses were sending her insane, her pulse was racing, her whole body
ached for his touch and she needed him more than she ever thought possible.
Her
slight rocking movement of her hips indicated to him she wanted more, kissing no
longer quelled the raging fire deep inside her stomach.
Seeing that she was ok, Max took the lead, and slowly rocked back and
fourth. The
feelings engulfing her body were running riot.
All sane thoughts and rationale had long since flown out the window, all
they could concentrate on was the feeling of Max moving gently inside her.
His tenderness brought tears to her eyes, he cared so deeply for her, of
that she knew, and being gentle with her despite what pain it inflicted on his
own body was all he cared about. As
they became accustomed to their rhythm, the passion in the room rose higher and
higher, both Liz and Max savouring every moment of that night.
It didn’t take long before they both hit their height of passion, both
drowning in a sea of amazing feelings and vividly coloured images.
Wave after wave of incomprehensible emotions hit them and mixed eagerly
with the awe-inspiring feelings flooding their bodies. Quickened
shallow breaths were eagerly dragged in as Max rolled on to his side. Her shy smile returned and stared up at him as he looked down
at Liz. Slipping an arm under her
neck, he pulled her into his body so that her head rested just under his chin.
“I
love you Liz Parker.” He
whispered breathlessly. “And
I love you too Max.” She replied,
tracing delicate circles across his bare chest. “Then
let’s go away.” He suddenly
said, as if having just thought of the idea. “Away?”
She queried “And
just when are you thinking of arranging this little excursion?” “The
sooner the better.” “But
work ……….” She started,
only slightly protesting. In truth,
going away with Max sounded like heaven, “Forget
work, it’s time we put energy into our personal relationship rather than our
jobs.” He said brushing away her
protests. “Leave it to me, I’ll
organise it. Just make sure you can
get Jim to sanction next week off for you.”
He added lightly kissing the top of her forehead. The
billowing chiffon curtains and sparkling white moonlight continued to shine
brightly into the room as the young lovers finally gave into the urge to sleep.
And as midnight darkness filled the room, they both slipped into a deep
sleep, both completely content in what they had just experienced together,
knowing in their heart it was the cementing of their already strong
relationship.
TBC ............................?
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