Max devoured her; loved her with everything he had.

All that had been missing from his life for the past few months was now right in front of him and he couldn't help but lose himself in her.

She was here, in his bed, and there was nothing in this world that could stop him from worshipping her; from showing her exactly how much he loved her.

"Liz," he whispered fervently, as he peppered her face with hot, sweet kisses, nibbling at her jaw line as his hands caressed her sides. "I love you," he declared breathlessly. "I love you so much."

Liz gasped as his tongue flicked across her bottom lip and she grasped his head in her hands as he moved to her ear. "I love you too," she managed. "I'm so sorry, Max; for lying to you all this time."

"Shh," he murmured against her warm skin. "Don't apologise. I forgave you the moment you told me the truth."

Max raised his eyes to her face just in time to catch the smile that passed her lips. Feeling a sudden rush of love towards this wonderful girl – no, woman, he decided – he dipped his head once more to resume his tender caresses. His left hand slowly crept up from its position at her side to cup her bra-covered breast, his thumb lightly moving over her rapidly hardening nipple.

Their shirts had been discarded several minutes ago and were now lying in a heap on the floor, covering their shoes and socks.

"Max!" Liz gasped when his fingers lightly squeezed her breast. "Don't stop. Please."

He smiled against her skin and not ceasing his assault on her neck, he shifted slightly so that he lay at her side, his hand still stroking the sensitive flesh beneath the material of her bra. His leg remained entwined with hers, but now he could see her fully. His lips left her neck and began to trail a path down to her shoulder and along her collarbone. Liz's eyes fell shut at the sensation as his lips moved lower, eventually finding her right breast.

Max's hand left her skin for a moment, gently reaching up to slide the straps of her bra over her shoulders and down her arms, uncovering her to his gaze. A sharp intake of breath from Liz, along with the hardening of her nipples, indicated the moment that the cool air hit her skin, but Max wasted no time in repositioning his hand over her left breast and lowering his lips to her right one. Her fingers buried in his hair and she cried out at the first touch of his tongue on her exposed flesh.

Max gradually made his way down over her body, kissing her bare skin tenderly as he went.

"I love you," he whispered against the warm flesh of her belly as his hands fumbled with the buttons on her jeans. Eventually unfastening them, he slid the trousers down over her hips. Liz helped him by wriggling out of the tight material, kicking her legs so that the garment fell to the floor at the end of the bed.

As Max continued his assault on her body, massaging her legs as his tongue dipped into her belly button, Liz reached behind her and unhooked the bra, tossing it to one side. Quickly becoming impatient with Max's slow torture, she slipped her hands between their bodies and reached for his belt. Max looked up from her skin in surprise, but before he knew it, his jeans had joined Liz's on the floor and she was urging him up her body.

He gasped as Liz's hand came into contact with his erection and began stroking him through the material of his boxer shorts. A few moments later, her fingers slipped into his waistband and he held his breath as she eased the boxers over his hips and down his legs, releasing him from their restricting confines. A moan escaped his lips as Liz's fingers squeezed his butt, holding his hardness against her. They lay like that for several seconds, just enjoying the feel of being pressed together so intimately, but soon Liz became impatient and manoeuvred her own panties over her hips and down her legs. Both naked now, Max stretched out on top of Liz, his erection nestled between her legs.

"Liz? Are you sure?" he whispered gently, hoping against hope that she wanted this as much as he did.

"Yes," she replied firmly, stroking his hair back off his forehead. "Completely sure. I love you, Max."

"Okay," he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to her lips. Sending her an indulgent smile, he shifted his upper body so that he could reach into the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a small, square packet.

"Max," whispered Liz, embarrassed at the sight of the condom, despite the fact that they were both naked and about to have sex.

"Shh, don't worry; I just want to make sure that you're protected and that nothing weird happens when we do this."

"Weird?" she queried.

"Alien," he clarified.

"Oh." She looked down at his hand, before quickly bringing her eyes up to his, a blush rising in her cheeks.

"Hey," Max murmured, "if me this putting this on is uncomfortable or awkward for you to watch, why don't we just get under the covers? It might take away some of the embarrassment of our first time."

She nodded gratefully, "Yeah, I think that might be best."

"Okay." Max slid off her and the bed, before helping her up and they slid under the covers together. They lay facing each other, Liz keeping her eyes on his face as he extracted the condom from its packet and rolled onto his back, his hands disappearing under the sheet.

When the condom was in place, Max turned back to face her, his hand resting gently on her hips.

"So, uh, how do you want to do this?" he asked, suddenly nervous; what if she didn't enjoy it? "I, uh, I mean – "

Liz stopped him with a finger to his lips. "I know what you mean, Max. How about we just go with the flow, see what happens?"

"Okay," he whispered, his gaze falling to her lips. "So, can I kiss you?"

She didn't reply, just grabbed his head and pulled her to him. They devoured each other hungrily for several minutes and in the process, Max ended up on top of Liz once again.

"Now, Max. Please," she managed, gasping as his erection brushed her clit. Gently, Max reached down, sliding a finger against her, making sure she was ready. Carefully, he positioned himself at her entrance.

"I don't want to hurt you, Liz," he whispered in her ear.

"You won't," she insisted, but amended her statement when she heard his sigh, "Okay, so maybe it will hurt a little, but please don't think you have to be cautious because of me. Just go slow to start with, let me get used to you and we'll take it from there."

He nodded against her skin and gently eased himself in. Liz let out a sharp gasp at both the feel of him inside her and the pain she felt as he entered.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine" she whispered. "Don't stop."

Max kissed her lips as he pushed his length fully into her, stilling so that she could get used to him. It took all of his willpower not to move within her until she was ready; she was so hot and tight and he bit back a cry as her walls contracted around him. He almost jumped for joy when Liz whispered for him to continue and they both shuddered with pleasure as he began to stroke inside of her.

"Max! Oh, Max, yes!" Liz cried breathily, clinging to him tightly, her arms around his neck. "Oh, God."

Max placed hot, hungry kisses against her neck as he withdrew from her body and plunged back in again and again. The pressure was building between them and he could feel Liz nearing the edge. He opened his eyes and watched her face as the pleasure mounted within her. Tenderly, he crept his hand down between their bodies until he came into contact with her clit. Teasing it lightly, he grinned against her skin as she bucked beneath him, his name falling from her lips in a cry of ecstasy.

Just the feel of Liz's legs wrapped around his waist as her orgasm took control over her body and her inner muscles contracted around him was enough to send Max over the edge and he came with a deep moan, Liz's name spilling from his mouth in a gasping breath.

Completely spent and unable to control his actions, Max collapsed on top of Liz, scattering soft kisses across her face as her fingers traced languid patterns on his back. They lay together, breathing heavily for several moments, coming down from their high. With one last sweet kiss to her lips, Max gently pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Quickly, he reached beneath the covers and removed the condom, removing the evidence by disintegrating it in his hand.

He turned his head to look at Liz. She was staring at the ceiling, a lazy smile on her lips, her chest still heaving. She turned her head to the side, catching Max's eye.

"Wow," she breathed.


"Makes me kinda wish Maria hadn't walked in on us last year, before we found the orb. We could have been doing this all that time."

Max chuckled at her disappointed, yet playful tone. God, he loved her.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, each contemplating what had just happened between them.

"Hey, Liz?" Max murmured a short while later, his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling; he didn't have the energy to move.


"You said before that we got married in that other timeline," he paused and Liz nodded. "We looked pretty young in the flashes I saw today. We can't have been that old when we married."

"No, we weren't," she agreed. "We were nineteen."

"Shit," he swore softly. "We were nineteen?"

"Yep," she confirmed.

"How did we manage that one? I mean, with our parents and everything?"

"We didn't," she replied wryly. "We eloped."

"Eloped?" he repeated.

"To Vegas. We got married in the Elvis chapel," she elaborated.

"Vegas? Elvis chapel? Wow." Liz couldn't help giggling at his shell-shocked expression.


Max reached towards Liz, his hand finding hers and gripping it gently. He linked his fingers with hers and they lay in contemplative silence. Max was just imagining a wedding in which he and Liz got married, when suddenly and completely unexpectedly, another flash hit, and this time it pulled Liz in too.


"I can't believe we're really doing this!" Liz exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Max's arm as they sat in the foyer of the chapel.

"I know I said we were too young, but right this minute, there's nothing else I'd rather be doing than getting married to you, Liz Parker," he told her earnestly, bringing her round to face him.

"Soon to be Liz Evans," she added happily.

"Liz Evans…Mrs. Liz Evans," Max tried it out with a grin.

"So remind me again why we decided on the Elvis chapel?" Liz wondered, as she turned her gaze to their surroundings.

"Hey, this was your idea, remember?" Max grinned. He couldn't believe that in less than an hour, he would be married to the love of his life; the most beautiful, kind and loving woman he'd ever met; the girl he'd been in love with for as long as he could remember. A thrill ran through his body as he imagined their life together.

"Oh, yeah, so it was," replied Liz with a small sigh. "I'm sorry. It's not exactly the most romantic setting to be getting married in."

"I don't care, Liz. It doesn't matter to me where we get married, as long as we're together and happy."

"Aww, you're so sweet," she teased. "I love you."

"Love you, too," he replied with a smile.

"You know, when I was a kid, I always imagined having an outdoor wedding, in an orchard or a beautiful park. There'd be a marquee, and flowers everywhere, and all of my family and friends would be there; but you know something? As much as I fantasised about a wedding like that, right now, I'm the happiest I've ever been."

"Are you sure? Because I want that for you, Liz, I want you to have the wedding you've always dreamed of. I don't mind waiting, if that's what you really want," Max told her sincerely.

"No, Max, I'm not backing out of this now. We're getting married today and nothing's gonna change my mind now, not even you."

"Well, okay then," he stated. God, he loved her when she got all bossy. He couldn't wait to get her alone later; the things they would do…

"Evans? You're up next." The receptionist's announcement startled Max from his thoughts. He slipped his hand into Liz's, taking a moment to admire her in the knee-length flowing white skirt and matching bodice that she'd picked out for her wedding dress. Three years together, and she still managed to take his breath away. He gently rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, calming her sudden nerves. With another grin, he pulled her to her feet,

"So, let's get married then, shall we?"


"Wow," Liz breathed, as the flash faded. "Our wedding!"

Max turned to her in surprise, "You saw that?"

"Yeah, I did. We were so happy that day, weren't we?"

Max couldn't hold back his smile, "Yeah, we were."

"We'll have that day someday, won't we, Max?" she asked hopefully. "Well, maybe not the Elvis Chapel part, but the wedding, at least?"

"I'll make sure of it," he told her seriously. "I'm not letting you go now. I love you, Liz."

He pulled her into his arms, rolling so that she lay on top of him and placed a tender kiss on her lips

"But, Max, what about everything that Future Max told me, about Tess leaving and the end of the world? He said that happened because we were together," she didn't want to ruin the mood, but what if they got back together and the same thing happened again? She wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened.

"Don't worry, we won't let that happen, I won't let that happen. We'll make sure that Tess doesn't leave, okay? We'll be prepared this time," he assured her, his eyes dropping to her lips as the desire to make love to her took over once again.

"Okay," she managed, as her body became aware of Max's change in focus from their conversation to her. She licked her lips in anticipation as she watched Max raise his head up to her, his mouth dangerously close to hers. Their lips came into contact once again and their kiss deepened. Liz moaned into Max's mouth as his body began to stir against hers and she felt his arousal lengthen against her most intimate area.

"Max," she sighed as her body reacted and she began to rock against him. Taking the initiative, she broke their kiss and used her hands to push herself up. She straddled his waist and braced her hands against his chest as she prepared to sink down onto him.

She was stopped, however by Max's hands on her waist. "Liz, wait."

"What?" She was confused; was this too forward? Did he not want this?

As if sensing her confusion, he smiled reassuringly. "Condom," he reminded her, nodding towards the table. He watched, as her eyes grew wide.

"God, of course, I can't believe I almost forgot about that!" she rolled her eyes and leaned over to slide open his top drawer. Max was suddenly rewarded with a close up view of her gorgeous bare breasts. He swallowed harshly; it took all of his willpower not to lean up and capture a nipple with his mouth without warning her first.

All too quickly, Liz sat upright again, oblivious to his near-drooling state as she stared nervously at the small packet in her hand and then down at his arousal. Max noticed this and offered to help.

"You want me to do it?"

"Please," she replied, cursing herself for her sudden shyness. It wasn't that she didn't want to put it on him herself; she just wasn't sure if she'd do it right.

"Sure," he smiled, taking the package from her small hand.

She watched as his brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully tore it open and slid the condom out. With a small gulp, she moved backwards onto his thighs as he reached down and rolled it onto his length.

With an encouraging smile, Max placed his hands back on her waist and urged her forwards. His gentle actions brought back some of her confidence and she resumed her earlier position, her hands on his chest, her body poised above him. Carefully, Max guided her down onto him and she gasped as he entered her. Leaning down, Liz kissed him as, with his help, she lowered herself fully onto him.

"God, Liz," Max let out in a hiss at the feel of her tight, wet walls surrounding him.

Once Liz had adjusted her body to the new position, she began to move above him, using her leg muscles to raise herself up and then slowly back down on him, all the while, keeping her hands braced on his chest, her fingers pressing into his smooth skin. As she found a suitable rhythm and began to gain confidence in her movements, Max found himself urging her on, gripping her waist with his hands as she rode him.

For several minutes, all that could be heard in the bedroom was the faint squeaking of bedsprings and breathy sighs and moans from both Max and Liz. Max's hands left Liz's waist, creeping up her sides, cupping her breasts as their lovemaking became more urgent.

"Oh, Max; oh God, yes!" Liz cried out, throwing her head back in abandonment as one of Max's hands found its way down to her clit and began stroking and lightly pinching the sensitive nub. Barely a second later, she stiffened above him, a long moan falling from her lips as her muscles clamped down around him for the second time that night.

The vision of her writhing above him in ecstasy, her back arched, her hair cascading down her back, sent Max over the edge too. With a cry of pleasure, he came, his head falling back against the pillow as his hands roamed Liz's body uncontrollably.

Breathing heavily, his eyes closed, Max felt Liz collapse against him, her bare chest coming into contact with his. A thin layer of sweat covered both their bodies, but neither one cared. Max raised his hand to smooth Liz' hair back from her face and he kissed the top of her head lightly.

"Hmm," was her muffled response before she placed her hands on either side of his head and pushed herself up and off him, rolling over to cuddle up at his side. "That was…"

"Yeah, I agree," breathed Max. "We really should do this more often," he said as he lifted an arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him.

He turned his head, bending slightly to caress her lips with his own. It was meant to be a swift, chaste kiss, but he was lost when Liz slipped her tongue inside his mouth and it quickly became passionate.

Unfortunately, the sound of a door slamming downstairs startled them out of their embrace. They looked at each other in shock, but before they could move, Isabel's angry voice came floating up the stairs.

"Max! What the hell did you do to this Christmas tree?"