Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

29. Over the Rainbow

Max's Apartment
Early Thursday morning
(2008) Max is 23, Liz is 22

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was his eyes observing her quietly.

"Hey," she said softly.

Everything was different now.

He smiled slowly and whispered, "Hey."

In only a couple of hours and with only a few words, everything had changed.

His hand brushed against her forehead. "How did you sleep?"

There were still a lot of conversations that needed to be explained and forgiven, but right now they were both content knowing that their feelings were reciprocated.

She smiled, a warm shiver rushing through her at the touch of his fingers against her skin. "Good. Really good."

He had barely slept at all. He had kept waking up to check if she was really there. Still sleeping next to him. But she hadn't moved an inch all night.

"Good dreams?"

She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand as she mumbled, "Can't remember."

"I bet you had a good conversation with someone at some point," Max said.

She looked at him suspiciously and said slowly, "Maybe..." Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you say that?"

He grinned. "You tend to talk in your sleep."

His grin widened as she looked stunningly chagrin. "I do not."

He chuckled. "Yes you do."

"I do not."

"'Oh Max ooooh Max'," he moaned and broke out in laughter as she flung herself at him.

"Shut up," she warned as she pressed her hand against his lips to stop them from making those embarrassing sounds. "You're full of it, Evans."

He grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her currently semi-draped body more fully on top of his, which had her loosening her grip on his mouth.

Her body heated by its own device as he kissed the palm that was against his lips.

"But it's true," he murmured against her hand.

She looked down at him, momentarily having forgotten what they were talking about.

"You do talk in your sleep," he continued.

"We've been in the same bed a lot of times," she said, feeling her heart thumping against her ribs as she watched him slowly cover the entire surface of her palm with kisses. "Why haven't you noticed before?"

He stopped his ministrations and instead placed her hand down on his T-shirt clad chest, right above his heart.

The twinkle was back in his eyes as he said, "Who says I haven't?"

She groaned and rolled off him, pressing her arms over her face so that her voice came out muffled. "Do I even want to know what I've told you throughout the years?"

"There's been a lot of moaning and...my name of course," she heard Max say as the blood flushed to her face.

"You're lying."

She felt him pull at her arms and finding no use in even trying to resist, she let him pull the arms away. With her eyes still firmly pressed together she felt him move closer, from the heat of his skin and his warm breath fluttering across her face. She trembled as he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.