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Two Down, Two to Go, Part Eleven

Reply to Watcher Tara

Posted to the RoswellSlash mailing list June 9, 2001


        "Hey Max, can I talk to Isabel?" Alex asked into the phone.

        In the process of grabbing his keys off the counter, Max answered, "She's not here. I thought she was over at your place tonight." His parents were staying overnight in Santa Fe and he was off to convince Liz that they belonged together once and for all. After the revelations from the meeting earlier, Max needed to talk to her about what'd been going on with her and Maria. Plus an empty house could mean some quality make-out time, provided he could finally convince her to give up the whole break-up-with-Max-for-his-own-good scenario for a more favorable one that involved her being naked and in his bed.

        "Nope. My parents are back from their trip to Florida and we're having family bonding fun. Complete with slides." Alex's tone indicated it was more of a torture session than fun. "You know how it is. I was hoping she'd come share the misery with me."

        "Well, I haven't seen her, but I'll tell her you called."

        "Thanks, man."

        Leaving a note for his sister on the fridge, Max hurried out of the house.

        * * * * * * *

        With the sounds of Ricky Martin's "Shake Your Bon Bon" pounding through the speaker system, Liz and Maria were happily bumping and grinding on the floor with everyone else in the place and catching quite a few eyes in the process. Maria's long blond hair was in its customary ringlets cascading down her back. The dark blue sleeveless silk blouse she wore brought out the color in her eyes, and her tight knit skirt accented the curve of her ass and hips, as well as called attention to her long, shapely legs. She looked exquisite, especially next to Liz's stunning appearance.

        Sitting at their table, Tess and Isabel sat watching the two human girls enjoy themselves. Their eyes were glued to swaying hips and reaching arms. They each noticed every glance bestowed upon the two beauties by the hungry men in the crowd as well as the secretive smiles exchanged by the girls themselves.

        "I'm a desperado underneath your window..." Maria sang along with Ricky, really enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. This was how things should always be, she thought as she rolled her hips. Shake your bon bon, shake your bon bon... She and Liz out on the town. No danger or creepiness lurking anywhere. Just the two of them, loud music and about a hundred guys to tease. "We'll go 'round the world in a day. Don't say 'No.' No, shake it my way, oh."

        When the guy behind her 'accidentally' bumped into her for the third time, Maria turned to face him. With a sexy smile on her face, she danced a little closer, looking into his dark eyes. He was tall, maybe as tall as Michael, but lanky like Alex. His cologne was a little overpowering, but Maria forgave him. He seemed surprised at first when she turned around, but when it became apparent that she wasn't going to yell at him for trying to cop a feel, he grinned wolfishly and she discovered that he had a dimple in his right cheek.

        Left without her partner, Liz eyed the guys dancing on either side of her. Both of them had been trying to catch her attention for the last few minutes, but she'd ignored him. Now, she turned and backed up a step to let them into her circle.

        Eyeing each other askance, both boys decided, 'what the hell,' and allowed themselves to be pulled into her web.

        * * * * * * *

        At the CrashDown, Max was surprised to see neither Liz nor Maria working. Catching Michael's eye through the pick-up window, he waved his friend over. At his inquiry, Michael told him, "I don't know. They both got the night off, and they weren't here when I clocked in. They're probably at the library or something."

        Max was about to get up to look for them there when Kyle entered the diner.

        "Hey, Kyle. I figured you'd be at home tonight."

        Shaking his head, Kyle informed them, "No, Tess went out with Isabel. They were supposed to be hooking up with Liz and Maria for some girl bonding time."

        "No way," Michael said, the possibilities swirling around in his head. 'Are we talking bonding or *bonding*,' he wondered, 'and if so, which was the lucky guy who was gonna get to claim his mate, me or Max?'

        "Yeah, Tess said she might be out late, so I'm on my own tonight."

        "Do you know where they went?" Max asked casually. He was afraid his plans were about to be shot to hell, but he wasn't giving up that easily.

        "Someplace to dance. That's all I know."

        "Thanks." He hurried out the door, mentally listing all the underage clubs in the area. There was one in Roswell, and two others not too far away. If the four girls were at any of them, it shouldn't be too hard to find them, he thought.

        * * * * * * * *

        Seeing another guy join in the ever-growing circle around Liz and Maria, who were dancing back to back, Isabel decided enough was enough. Liz and Maria were *theirs* and it was about time all these Romeos knew it. "Come on," she said to Tess as she stood up.

        The two girls had to elbow their way into the group and soon they were all dancing together in time to the driving beat of the music coming through the speakers. They were delighted when the song changed to "Smooth" by Santana. The lyrics and the beat were both provocative enough to suit Isabel's purpose.

        The taller alien danced her way a little closer to Maria, who smiled in greeting.

        "Hey, it's about time you wallflowers decided to join the fun," she chided.

        "Yeah, well, we were admiring the view."

        Maria eyed the gathered crowd appreciatively. "Yeah, I bet. Anyone catch your eye?" she teased, only to be surprised at Isabel's answer.

        "One or two."

        "Really."

        "Yeah. I'm thinking there's one I might even want to take home."

        That answer stunned Maria, since she was aware Isabel and Alex had gotten officially together. "You're kidding, right?"

        "Dead serious. That's not to say I'm going to. But it's fun to think about." Isabel of course had no intention of taking home anyone except for either Liz or the blonde temptress in front of her, but she didn't want to scare Maria off by admitting that fact. So she asked instead, "What about you? See anything you like?"

        "Maybe."

        Isabel smiled wickedly. "You wanna really have some fun?"

        "What do you mean?"

        "Just watch." With that, Isabel moved up behind Maria and lightly placed her hands on the other girl's hips.

        "Isabel! What are you...?"

        "Just watch," Isabel commanded. Sure enough, as the two of them, danced, their sleek movements completely in sync with each other, the guys who were watching practically began to drool.

        * * * * * * *

        It was about ten o'clock when Max entered Hanger 54, Roswell's hottest - and only - underage nightclub. He'd spotted the Parker's sedan and Tess's little foreign car in the parking lot, so he knew he was in the right place. As he pushed himself through the crowds, he heard some guy say to a buddy, "Hey man, you gotta come check this out. There's a couple of hotties getting down on the dance floor. And I mean *getting down.*"

        Another guy, looking toward the dance floor exclaimed, "I am *so* in love."

        His friend answered, "Take a number."

        Intent on finding Liz, Max didn't pay much attention to them. All he knew was that the press of bodies surrounding the floor made it difficult for him to see. Finally, he made it through to where he had a clear view of the people dancing and found himself joining the crowd of dumbstruck men in the room.

        Maria and Isabel were dancing. Together.

        No, Isabel was seducing Maria out there on the dance floor while a roomful of men stood around and gawked. She had the smaller girl's arms raised above their heads, a position which emphasized her beautifully shaped breasts, while keeping their hips pressed together back to front as they did a slow grind. The position of their arms had Maria leaning back into Isabel so that there wasn't an inch of space between them from collarbone to knee. The lighting provided an excellent view of Maria's profile and it was no secret that her nipples were standing out proud and erect against the silk of her blouse. It was an incredible sight and, for just a moment forgetting his true purpose for being here, Max stared at them. He was wishing Michael were here to see this. They were so beautiful. Max felt his body begin to respond to the visual stimulus it was being treated to.

        Maria was in trouble and she knew it. She'd started out wanting to tempt and tease all of the gorgeous men they'd attracted, but now, she realized it was she who was panting with desire. She didn't know what Isabel was up to and she didn't care. Somewhere in the last five minutes, Maria had fallen under Isabel's spell. Feeling her lover's generous curves pressing against her, she decided that she was ready to give the initiation another go. Ready, willing and able, to be more specific. After her adventurous week with Liz, she figured she was as prepared as she was gonna get, and tonight seemed to be the perfect opportunity, if only she could get Isabel to agree.

        As Maria turned her head, Isabel released her arms in order to splay her hands across her midriff.

        "Isabel?" Maria's voice was husky with desire, but there was nothing she could do about that.

        "Hmmm?" It was practically a purr in her ears.

        "Um, can we talk? I... I mean, not here, but go somewhere - private... to, you know, talk."

        Rubbing her hand slowly across Maria's abdomen, while their hips continued to move to the rhythm of the song playing, Isabel questioned, "Talk?"

        "Yeah."

        "Sure." Her casual tone belied the sexual tension filling her body. After hearing what Maria had been up to with Liz this week, she suspected she knew what was coming. It was sooner than she'd thought, but Isabel wasn't complaining. She wanted Maria too badly to play games with her. If the other girl was going to ask her to take her home, Isabel would eagerly oblige her. They still needed to straighten out what had gone wrong with the first initiation, specifically the fact that Tess had needed to participate. Isabel was afraid Maria would shy away once she knew, so she wasn't planning on telling her until the last possible second. Once Maria was nearly incoherent with lust would be time enough to spring it on her. "Come with me," she said, releasing her hold on Maria's body and heading in the direction of the ladies restroom.

        As it happened, the song was ending, so their sudden departure from the dance floor wasn't too obvious.

        Tess and Liz watched them going, one concerned, one curious. They'd both seen their friends hamming it up for the guys around them as they'd continued to dance. Neither one had even contemplated trying to talk the other into mimicking them. Tess knew Liz wasn't ready for that kind of show, and Liz was still unsure how things stood between them. They slowly made their way off the dance floor to their table only to find Max waiting for them.

        "Max! What are you doing here?" Liz asked, stunned. This was the last place she'd ever expected to see him.

        "Looking for you, actually." He turned to the other girl. "Hey Tess."

        "Hey Max."

        "Is something wrong?" Liz asked, worried.

        "No. Yes," he quickly amended. "I needed to talk to you."

        "Right now?"

        "Yeah. Do you mind?" he asked, aware that he was cutting her girl's night short, but for what he had in mind, he hoped she wouldn't mind.

        Liz wanted to talk to him, but... "I'm here with Maria. I drove."

        Tess intervened to put her hand lightly on Liz's arm. "It's ok. Isabel and I will make sure she gets home."

        "You sure?" Liz asked, clearly torn between wanting to go and wanting to stay.

        "Yeah. You and Max go have your talk. We'll catch up with you tomorrow."

        She smiled shyly at the blond girl. "Thanks."

        "Anytime."

        Bending over, Liz retrieved her purse from where she'd stashed it underneath the table. While she was out of earshot, Tess gave Max a mischievous grin, before adding softly, "And you... Be good."

        He rolled his eyes. "Like I have a choice," he muttered for her ears only. Seeing Liz was ready, he followed her outside the club where he invited, "If you want to follow me back to my house... my parents are out, and we should have some privacy."

        Liz felt a small thrill at that. Privacy was exactly what she wanted for the kind of talk she wanted to have with him. Earlier she'd been confused over the two kisses, but the more she'd thought about it, the more she realized that regardless of what had happened between her and Tess and Michael, it was Max she loved, Max she wanted. She figured this would be as good a time as any to let him know that she wanted to be with him. Maybe, she thought, if the talk went well, she'd be able to put that legendary control of his to the test. She hoped so. She was ready to claim one Max Evans as her own.

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