Author: Karen OmarsFan1@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Paring: M/L
Disclaimer: I only own a Roswell watch…the last time I wore it people looked
at me strangely, so I put it back in the box where it now stays hidden it its
little bed of puffy cotton.
Muse #1 - Something new
"Please, Max?"
"No."
Max Evans rolled onto his side, away from his girlfriend.
A devilish smile on her face, Liz Parker peered over his shoulder, saw that he was frowning. She placed a kiss on his bare shoulder, then rested her chin on the same spot. "You know I'd do it for you. In fact, I've already done it for you."
Max worked his mouth, shook his head. "I can't."
"Yes, you can." Liz wiggled her body, letting her bare breasts rub against
the skin of his back.
Max jumped a little and Liz smiled knowing she'd gotten to him.
"You want to, don't you?" she teased, her lips close to his ear.
He bit his lip and continued staring at the wall - anywhere but at her.
Liz placed a kiss against his earlobe and felt him shiver. "I know you want to," she whispered to him, moving down to kiss his neck, then back to his ear. "You want to for me."
Max drew in an uneven breath and rolled onto his back, his arm coming up around her naked shoulders and pulling her body against his. He couldn't resist her and realized he would do anything she wished as long as she let him kiss her. Now and forever.
When they parted, Liz's eyes held victory in them. "So, is that a yes?" she prompted. "Does it mean you're willing to give it a try?"
Max looked uncertain and pulled the sheet up to his armpits, covering his nudity self-consciously. "What if I can't?"
Liz shrugged. "Of course you can. Everyone can if they try."
His eyes darted to hers, then quickly away again. "But what if I fail? What if I'm not good enough?"
Another nonchalant shrug. "Then you can be good at other things." She reached out with anxious fingers and pulled the sheet down to expose his muscular chest. "God knows you're already great at some things." She giggled.
Max reddened, then slowly nodded his head.
Liz's eyes flew open wide and she let out a little squeal. "You mean it? You really want to try it?"
Max closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded again, knowing he'd hate himself for it. "Yeah."
Liz let forth with another squeal and patted his chest in anticipation. "Tell me when you're ready to start."
He looked at her, dark eyes so anxious, so eager and hoped that he wouldn't let her down. He'd tried this before and he'd known that her uncomfortable, self-conscious reactions had only been to lessen his embarrassment. So this time he hoped he was able to go through with it and it wouldn't be a disaster that would haunt both of them for the rest of their lives.
"Could you…" he began. "Could you not stare at me?"
"Oh, sorry." Liz flipped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Her whole body was shaking in anticipation and it was all she could do to not burst out laughing. God, that would be the worst thing to do right now. "Are you ready?"
Max blew out a sigh. "Yeah, I think so." In a purely sub-consciously defensive move, he pulled the sheet back up over his chest, trying to become as small as possible.
Liz waited, gave an impatient little frown. "Any time now, Max."
He swallowed hard. "Um, okay. A grasshopper walks into a bar."
She rolled her head to the side to watch him, saw the agony written on his face and felt a sudden burst of pity for him.
"You said you wouldn't stare at me," he reminded and she looked back to the ceiling with an apology. He sighed and started over. "A grasshopper walks into a bar and sits down at the bar. The bartender asks what he wants and the grasshopper orders a beer."
Liz felt the corners of her mouth starting to curve upward and forced herself not to laugh yet.
"As the bartender puts the beer in front of the grasshopper, he says, 'You know, we serve a drink named after you.'" Max swallowed again, preparing for the punch line. "And the grasshopper says, 'You have a drink named Larry?'"
Liz looked at him, her mouth agape as a deafening silence filled the room. That was the best he had? Feeling somewhat slighted, she started to protest when she saw the fear in his eyes. Loosening up, telling jokes was new to Max and she was about to tell him his first attempt was lame.
Instead, she burst out laughing. Not at the joke, but at the horrified look on her lover's face. He didn't know what she was laughing at, but he suddenly looked relieved and laughed with her.
"I told you you could do it!" Liz said as she rolled on top of him and kissed him.
Max laughed and brushed her dark hair away from her face. "Yeah, well, turnabout is fair play."
Liz's dark eyes were suddenly worried. "What do you mean?"
"I never tell jokes. I just did." An evil smile curved his lips and Liz felt her blood go cold. "But, I won't tell another one until you do somethingyou never do."
Liz's heart was suddenly beating a little faster. From the look on Max's face, he was holding a hell of a hand of cards. "What?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"One day I will tell another bad joke," Max began. "When you feel comfortable enough to pass gas in front of me."
The End
An author's note: I guess I was in a stupid mood for that one *looks around
wondering where the men in the white suits are* An explanation of the title
- When I get a little uptight, I have a friend who always yells, "Jesus,
loosen the bone, Wilma!" It's a Flintstone's reference, meaning the bone in
my hair is too tight and is making me crabby, therefore loosening the bone
would be to lighten up...okay, backing out of the room now.......
