Got an itch to do a dialogue prompt, stumbled across “I’ve missed this”, and immediately thought of Liz & Max, so this happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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“I’ve missed this.”
Liz hummed the words into Max’s collar bone, pressing close as his arms wrapped around her. Her leg slipped between his, and the cotton of his boxers tickled against her bare thigh as she tilted her head up, nose sliding against his chin.
“I love you,” he whispered back. The words slid across Liz’s ear like a shiver. She pressed up, finding his lips and grabbing his face; words never seemed to catch up to action where Max Evans was concerned. She vocalized the words back, resulting in little more than a desperate moan as she slid her body atop his.
His hands came to rest at her hips, long fingers nearly meeting over her spine as her back dipped and raised like a wave, heat pooling low in response to the light touch. Max kissed back gently, holding her close as sweet little noises bubbled up from his throat.
God, but she loved this man.
It had been too long - months - since she’d gotten to touch him, and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it. The room seemed to blur and swirl around them, so insignificant in the presence of Max that it almost seemed to disappear. She wanted more of him - wanted to feel the heat and weight of him.
Pressing her thighs tight around him, Liz lurched to the left, falling back onto the bed and pulling Max with her, barely giving him a moment to chuckle and catch his balance before her lips were on his again. He seemed to read her mind, pressing down heavy atop her as she tucked her calves against the backs of his thighs. Liz was almost surprised she could still breathe through the pressure on her lungs, but she didn’t spare it a full thought - she needed this too badly. She slid one hand into his hair as the other slipped up over his shoulder and down his arm to intertwine her fingers with his, squeezing with both hands.
It was close to bliss, this feeling. Max slipped inside her - she didn’t even remember getting naked - and Liz groaned, body clenching at the feeling. She’d almost forgotten what this felt like, she’d almost started to lose the memories, she’d come so close to losing him forever-
No. She was Liz Ortecho. Not even death could keep Max from her.
Liz gasped awake and lurched forward to sit up, tossing the sheet and leaving a cold draft of air in its wake. She shivered, breath heaving in and out of her body as she blinked in the darkness around her. She was alone in the bed, and it took the moment of her eyes adjusting for her to realize this was not the bed at Max’s.
This was her apartment in California.
Dammit.