for @eusuntgratie <333 for Fandom Trumps Hate, and the request of these three getting together and being hot
Max’s hands find Liz’s waist. His palms fit perfectly, like they were designed to hold her close as she danced. Almost as if their bodies were two puzzle pieces that clicked together effortlessly. More than that, he was drawn to her, magnetic attraction, electric energy, the very seams of the universe seeming to draw them together across time and space. In this case the dance floor.
She was gorgeous, hips swaying to the beat of the music, hands raised in the air as she focused on the sound cascading around her, through her. And Max can feel it, not just reverberating through his own body but through hers. Their psychic connection flaring with the beat and the sway of Liz’s body. Electricity cascades around him as she grinds back into Max’s hips, their bodies and energies mixing into an iridescent aura that seems to coil around them, flaring brighter everywhere their bodies touch.
Max drags his lips along her neck, nuzzling impossibly closer as she reaches back fingers splaying into his hair and holding him in place.
“Max,” she breathes out. Not audible due to the live band not five feet away, but Max feels it, like a prayer falling from her lips.
“Liz,” he mouths into her neck. Body barely swaying as he holds her close. Not so much dancing as becoming an extension of her as she does.
Liz grinds back into him a smile playing at her lips. He groans into her neck half hard already. She smiles brighter than the sun, leaning back into him as she turns for a kiss. Their lips lock together, bodies fitting like specially carved puzzle pieces, as Max all but melts into her.
She pulls back with a wild gleam in her eyes. “Lets get a drink.”
Then she pulls away, hand slipping out of his hair before interlacing with his fingers and tugging him after her. He follows easily, a laugh tumbling out of him as she drags him to the bar.
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