things are starting to get real between kyle and liz...i don't think this fic has much longer...
Something happened to Liz. Something happened that he can’t explain. But everything has changed. Kyle knows he is right about this feeling he has. All the wrongness that has been building up around them seems to have touched everything in his life.
He doesn’t want to admit that it’s over. But she pulls away from him when he tries to touch her. Her eyes, that used to draw him in and hold all the love in the world, skitter past him and lock with Max Evans.
Kyle isn’t stupid. He’s a jock, but he’s not dumb. And Liz knows this. She used to be the person who knew him best, and he thought he’d known her too.
But he realizes he was wrong about this.
He loved her and she broke his heart. It’s only a matter of time before everything they had is best forgotten.
She finds him at the swing set. “Hey,” Liz says softly.
Kyle doesn’t want to have this conversation. He looks up at her stonily and replies, “You don’t have to say it.”
“I wanted to explain,” Liz tries, but Kyle cuts her off.
“It’s over. I know it. You know it.” He shrugs. “I guess it didn’t mean as much as we thought in the first place.”
Nodding her head, Liz looks off into the distance. Kyle suspects she’s looking at Max, but he’s not going to give that suspicion any power. He’ll bounce back from this, because the truth is, he is used to the women in his life leaving.
I don’t just give in to Liz’s demand for a kiss. I have wanted to set my lips on hers for years now. And if this is my one and only chance, I want it to be everything.
I cup Liz’s face between my palms and trace the curve of her cheeks. Her eyes flutter close and I slowly bend to taste her lips. The moment our mouths touch the head between us flares out of control.
She tastes sweet with a hint of spicy that messes with my mind. I lick her lips apart with a groan and tangle my tongue with hers. Wet and warm and fucking delightful, this kiss consumes me. I feel like I’m burning alive.
When we break apart, I say, “Fuck, Lizzy.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me that was as good for you as it was for me?” I ask between breathless pants. My heart is racing. I don’t know what I’ll do if this was a failed experiment in her eyes.
“Better,” she whispers as she curls her fingers into my hair and rises up to kiss me again. I moan and am lost to the temptation that is her mouth.
It was fucking better for her.
And it finally sinks in, Liz is choosing me. She wants to build a life with me. She’s not pretending or playing games her. She’s serious about this. I have to stop thinking that the other show is going to drop and expect her to leave.
When Liz sent the aliens away, when she decided that I was the person she wanted most in her life, that meant everything. Because for the past three years, she’s chosen them over me, over the possibility of us. And I had stopped believing she’d ever change her mind.
But this kiss. Her actions up until this moment cannot be ignored. I could be setting myself up for disaster here, but something tells me the reward is worth the risk.
Kyle had known that there was something off about Liz’s new crew. He hadn’t expected to find out that they were fucking aliens from out of space.
He also hadn’t expected to have been shot. Or to have been healed by fucking Max Evans and now owing the guy his life. It was hard to feel grateful to the guy your ex picked over you.
It was even harder to accept his new reality.
So when the assistant coach suggested he try meditation he laughed his ass off in public. But then he borrowed some tapes from the library and started reading every book there was on meditation and yoga and Buddhism.
His teammates made fun of him, but his games improved and he found it easier to deal with the shit that pissed him off. He was calmer. More centered.
When things started to go sideways, which let’s face it, was a common occurrence when the aliens were around, he could rely on a saying or a meditation to help him get through everything without going crazy.
And when he found himself staring at Liz and imagining things were different, he could close his eyes and breathe through it.
Part 9
Something happened to Liz. Something happened that he can’t explain. But everything has changed. Kyle knows he is right about this feeling he has. All the wrongness that has been building up around them seems to have touched everything in his life.
He doesn’t want to admit that it’s over. But she pulls away from him when he tries to touch her. Her eyes, that used to draw him in and hold all the love in the world, skitter past him and lock with Max Evans.
Kyle isn’t stupid. He’s a jock, but he’s not dumb. And Liz knows this. She used to be the person who knew him best, and he thought he’d known her too.
But he realizes he was wrong about this.
He loved her and she broke his heart. It’s only a matter of time before everything they had is best forgotten.
She finds him at the swing set. “Hey,” Liz says softly.
Kyle doesn’t want to have this conversation. He looks up at her stonily and replies, “You don’t have to say it.”
“I wanted to explain,” Liz tries, but Kyle cuts her off.
“It’s over. I know it. You know it.” He shrugs. “I guess it didn’t mean as much as we thought in the first place.”
Nodding her head, Liz looks off into the distance. Kyle suspects she’s looking at Max, but he’s not going to give that suspicion any power. He’ll bounce back from this, because the truth is, he is used to the women in his life leaving.
I don’t just give in to Liz’s demand for a kiss. I have wanted to set my lips on hers for years now. And if this is my one and only chance, I want it to be everything.
I cup Liz’s face between my palms and trace the curve of her cheeks. Her eyes flutter close and I slowly bend to taste her lips. The moment our mouths touch the head between us flares out of control.
She tastes sweet with a hint of spicy that messes with my mind. I lick her lips apart with a groan and tangle my tongue with hers. Wet and warm and fucking delightful, this kiss consumes me. I feel like I’m burning alive.
When we break apart, I say, “Fuck, Lizzy.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me that was as good for you as it was for me?” I ask between breathless pants. My heart is racing. I don’t know what I’ll do if this was a failed experiment in her eyes.
“Better,” she whispers as she curls her fingers into my hair and rises up to kiss me again. I moan and am lost to the temptation that is her mouth.
It was fucking better for her.
And it finally sinks in, Liz is choosing me. She wants to build a life with me. She’s not pretending or playing games her. She’s serious about this. I have to stop thinking that the other show is going to drop and expect her to leave.
When Liz sent the aliens away, when she decided that I was the person she wanted most in her life, that meant everything. Because for the past three years, she’s chosen them over me, over the possibility of us. And I had stopped believing she’d ever change her mind.
But this kiss. Her actions up until this moment cannot be ignored. I could be setting myself up for disaster here, but something tells me the reward is worth the risk.
Kyle had known that there was something off about Liz’s new crew. He hadn’t expected to find out that they were fucking aliens from out of space.
He also hadn’t expected to have been shot. Or to have been healed by fucking Max Evans and now owing the guy his life. It was hard to feel grateful to the guy your ex picked over you.
It was even harder to accept his new reality.
So when the assistant coach suggested he try meditation he laughed his ass off in public. But then he borrowed some tapes from the library and started reading every book there was on meditation and yoga and Buddhism.
His teammates made fun of him, but his games improved and he found it easier to deal with the shit that pissed him off. He was calmer. More centered.
When things started to go sideways, which let’s face it, was a common occurrence when the aliens were around, he could rely on a saying or a meditation to help him get through everything without going crazy.
And when he found himself staring at Liz and imagining things were different, he could close his eyes and breathe through it.
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