Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

48. I do I do I do

La Jolla, California
(2010) Max is 25, Liz is 24

The knocking started out timidly, the sound tickling Liz's consciousness. She was vaguely aware of Max's arm around her naked waist, his hand resting against the swell of her breast, as she moved in mild disturbance in response to the sound.

The knocking turned louder and more insistent. Liz's eyes slowly opened; her eyesight blurry with sleep as she focused across the room at the closed door.

Hoping that the knock had been part of her dream, she squeezed her eyes closed and turned in the warm cocoon of Max's arms to face him. Her naked breasts pressed up against his bare chest as she snuggly fitted herself under his chin with a contented sigh.

Still asleep, Max slid one of his thighs between hers and pulled her lower body closer with a whisper of his lips across the top of her head.

Liz was halfway to unconsciousness when the door rumbled with another string of knocks.

"Mmm," she protested, peeking one eye open to see if Max had woken up yet.

His face was peaceful; his long dark lashes resting against the top of his cheeks with stubble covering his lower cheeks and chin. Liz smiled, bringing one of her hands up to brush her fingers through his hair. He had cut it really short just a couple of days earlier and she particularly approved of that look on him.

But then again, he could be wearing a black garbage bag over his head and she would still find him sexy.

The knocking was now loud enough to wake the dead and Liz winced. Watching Max's eyes move restlessly underneath his eyelids, she started to pull herself out of Max's arms when he tightened his hold on her.

"Where're you going, baby?" he murmured, his eyes still closed.

"There's someone at the door," Liz whispered and smiled at him as his husky voice made her heart flutter erratically for a second.

Her lips briefly brushed his before she moved out of his arms.

Max's eyes opened slightly and he groaned in protest, his hand grabbing a hold of her wrist before she got away. "Don't go."

The temptation to crawl back into bed with him almost won, but just as she was about to again curl up against his body the knocking re-commenced and she realized just how annoying that sound was and that the only way to make it stop would be to actually open the door.

"I'll be right back," she mumbled and pried Max's fingers off her wrist. His arm fell limply to the mattress as she let it go but he quickly used it to pick up the pillow and press it over his head to drown out the knocking.

She pulled one of Max's T-shirts over her head, letting it unfold half-way down her thighs as she walked towards the door.

Pulling the door open, she squinted her eyes against the light from the hallway. It was then that she noticed it was still dark outside.

On the other side of the threshold, an impatient Maria was looking at her. "What took you so long?"

Liz raised an eyebrow and went about slowly rubbing her eye as she yawned. "Good morning to you too, Maria."

"We have lots to do. No time for sleeping."

Liz scratched the back of her neck sleepily as she spotted a tired Brenda leaning against the opposite wall. "Hi, Bren."

"Mhmm," Brenda answered in a non-committed tone, appearing as impressed with this as Liz was.

"What's going on?" Max asked from the bed and the three girls looked over to see him pull himself up from the bed, pulling the bed sheets along with him.