:: aliensister ::

Woot!

2009-10-03T05:38:39Z

You Scored as Cordelia

You're Cordelia! You think it, you say it. Though you can be quite superficial at times, your love for your friends motivates you to fight the good fight.

_

2009-09-25T09:01:38Z

iz </3

I need opinions

2009-09-22T07:51:52Z

I can't find a fandom to scratch this itch inside me, I can't find a show with punk/roller derby/tattoo and piercings influence...

So my thought is that I should create one myself (i know this is gonna make it sound like I am an incredible comment whore) but I don't know if anyone will read it. I just want to point out that I don't write because I want people to praise me but like a lot of fanfic writers my muse thrives on comments...

*implodes with confusion*

Fandom

2009-09-15T13:16:46Z

It's come to my attention that I'm looking for a new fandom to write in, I'm sick of writing for dead fandoms...
well maybe 'dead' fandoms is the wrong wording I want a show that's currently on air. Roswell will always be my first love, BTVS and Angel will always be fav reading and I am in no way quitting writing these fandoms but I need a show that is still going so that I can get emerged in it...

I <3 Dollhouse but it's not the sort of show I could write fanfic for but there is this show called Glee where the ad has caught my attention... so using Paul's foxtel iq to tape it so if I miss it I can watch when I come back up here for the weekends.

Blessed Be,

Mel

So Little Time!

2009-09-08T01:54:29Z

I'M JOINING THE ROLLER DERBY!

Now, for the bad news :( I had planned to once again do NaNoWriMo but seeing as November will be filled with me doing to Fresh Meat Course( the beginer course) I wont have time...

Anyone who has seen Roller Derby knows its kind of a violent sport so I'm expecting quite a few injuries but I'm sooooo looking forward to it!
This is the team I'll be doing my FM course with http://www.sydneyrollerderby.com/ ;

Never Gonna Fly To The Top Of The World

2009-09-05T14:17:48Z

The two little girls moved about their mother’s room quietly as possible, whispering and smothering their giggles as they did. Their mother was fast asleep on the lounge, sleeping off the massive hangover she’d gotten from a night out on the town the night before. The television was on softly, telling the uncaring room of the racing car scores, the only thing that was on, on a Saturday afternoon. An almost empty bottle coke sat beside the lounge along with the spread open paper from the fish and chips they had eaten for lunch, the margarine and half a loaf of bread littered the floor too.

The girls closed the bedroom door over, so not to wake their mother, knowing she would get angry at being woken up. First the little girls picked up the clothes their mother had worn the night before, pulling them on over their own clothes, pretending to be her. Pulling their hair out of ponytails and flipping their heads over to fluff it up like they had seen her do so many times. They posed in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, giggling and deciding to rifle through her draws next, they wanted to look just like mummy.

Dresses, leather mini skirts, shirts that were more holes then fabric, trying on her bras and filing them with socks to fill them out. Outfit after outfit, until they found ones they liked and then came the jewellery. Especially quiet the girls separated the wooden necklaces from the jingling bracelets, placing the large hoop earrings over their ears as they weren’t pierced. All of mummy’s jewellery was used, long necklaces wrapped around waists like belts or around heads like headbands.

Then came the makeup, dark lipsticks, that, in their eyes made them look so much older and so much like their mummy, without realizing it their giggles became louder and their whispers more excited. Mummy’s boots with their chunky heals were pulled on, clunking along the floor as the girls walked around in them. The lounge creaked and the girls froze, their mother rolling over, the older girl looked at the younger one sternly, her finger to her lips, signalling her to be very quiet. A grumble and disgruntled shush came from the lounge room and playtime was over.

They quickly pulled off mummy’s boots and clothes, flinging them into the bottom of her wardrobe and shoved the jewellery off shushing each other if they made any noise. Peeking around the door the girl’s checked to see if mummy was still asleep or at least turned towards the back of the lounge. Once they were sure they were safe they ran to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing off the make up they had applied and brushing their hair back into its normal state.

Their mother stirred again and they rushed into their bedroom, giggling quietly as they pulled out their dolls, glad they had not been found out.

The little girls grew up, so why can’t their mother?

I Just Want The World To Know...

2009-09-01T22:10:51Z

I AM NOT DEAD!

I have glandular fever, guh!
It sucks hard... I want to write but im either too sick or too tired and it sucks!!!!!!

Writer's Block: Memo to Myself

2009-08-11T06:10:10Z

If you could travel back in time, what advice would you give to your younger self?

View 550 Answers

Stick to a Fuck and Run life... sure, its freaking lonely as hell but it's a lot less painful!

Nekid Numbers.

2009-08-10T17:33:52Z

Title: Drawn to the Ink (1/ ? )

Author: lidda_anne aka aliensister

Disclaimer: Pfft like I would be writing fanfic if I own the damn thing lmao!

Rating: Adult(Drug use, sex and swearing)

Summary: Takes place after the Angel Finale.

Prompts: Lindsey or Darla / Painting / Bath or Shower / Tattoo Kink

Warning: I write this part in the wee hours of morning so if something doesn’t sound right please tell me! Also this is not only my first Nekid numbers but my first BTVS fic so fb is sooo appreciated!

~*~*~ Drawn to the Ink ~*~*~

“Soddin’…hell,” echoed through the dark night air in a downtown factory district as a drunken figure swaggered with a slight stumble through the alleyways between buildings. Moonlight glimmered off the neon white hair of the figure; the rest of him covered head to toe in black as he moved towards on of the buildings, pulling the rusted door open with an obviously inhuman strength. Pulling a cigarette and lighter out of the pockets from the great black coat he was wearing, the man clicked open the silver lighter, holding the flame in one hand. Placing the cigarette in his mouth, the bottle of bourbon gripped in his strong two fingered grip he lit the cigarette and headed into the condemned factory slamming the heavy steel door behind him.

Down a flight of stairs into the bowels of the building, stumbling along as he continued to knock back the litre of bourbon he had stolen from the liquor store. Heading into the room he’d claimed as is crypt for the last couple of weeks, switching on the stolen lamp with the stolen power he’d rigged when he found the place. Falling back onto the makeshift bed, he swallowed the last of the bourbon and threw the empty glass bottle, listening to it as it smashed against the cement wall.

“Charming.” Came the soft, whimsical drawl from across the other side of the room, making the man on the bed’s head jerk up glaring at the woman, dressed in a gauzy white dress, through bleary eyes before letting his head drop back to the mattress with a thump.

“Bloody hell… Thought you were dead, again, bint.” He growled with distaste, as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Nice to see you too, Spike.” He could hear the smug laughter in her voice, his hand automatically rising to give her the one fingered salute.

“Darla, what the soddin’ hell are you doing here, bothering me?” Spike asked exasperated, raising his head to stare at her. All Spike wanted to do was spend the next century or so get getting sloshed, fucking and fighting, he wanted no part of the whole Powers That Be or the white hats, it never ended well for him.

“The Powers need your help…” Darla started and then rolling her eyes as Spike quickly interrupted, jumping up from the bed and stalking over to her, the effect only slightly hampered by his unsteady steps fuelled by his intoxicated state.

“No, no bloody way!” Spike snarled, his face practically pressed against Darla’s very unimpressed one.

“Seen it before, William… so back up and this is help you already promised.” Darla calmly explained one eyebrow raised waiting for Spike to move back out of her face.

“What the bloody hell are you on about?!” Spike growled pulling out another cigarette and lighting it furiously, still eyeing Darla. He’d seen enough of the Powers That Be, to see that when you were selected for a challenge by them you tend to not be able to get out of it. Pacing across the floor Spike wished he’d grabbed another bottle of Jack at the Liquor store.

“The Key, Dawn… she’s in trouble.” Darla’s words were soft but they seemed to scream in Spike’s ears, his nibblet was in trouble, his pacing paused and his shoulders slumped as he remembered her face the last time he saw her. The look of disgust and betrayal, was still so clear in his mind, no trace left of the wide eyed trust and love he’d come to know the summer of Buffy’s death.

“So let Big Sis or the Scoobies to look afta’ her.” Spike answered, drawing back, hard on his cigarette. He knew he would head out and find Dawn, not that he would let himself be seen by her but even if her body was filled with hate for him, she was still his little nibblet. Spike would protest and lie to Darla just to keep face but he knew he was going to find her and so did she.

~*~*~*~*~

Stubbing out another cigarette beneath his boot, Spike leaned back against the stolen black Desoto, just like the one he’d lost back in the gaping hole that was now Sunnydale. There was no way he was going to have a repeat of his trip to Italy with the Poof. Spike may have ridden a Vesper there but he was in Amsterdam and unlike the Poof he had some self respect and was no riding a bicycle like the locals. Darla had let Dawn’s location slip “just in case” he changed his mind and decided to find the lil bit. The only thing she didn’t mention was what exactly it was that he was supposed to be protecting her from or why it was that Darla had said that letting the Scoobies know of his presence wasn’t the best idea.

Amsterdam made sense to Spike, as a place for Dawn to run, what better place to rebel your way out from underneath Buffy’s over controlling nature. Arriving in the country, after stealing his ride Spike had made his way to Dawn’s apartment, just in time to watch her walk down the street to an over crowded café. His car was parked in a well shadowed area so he didn’t bother leaving it to watch over her, it was the first time he’d seen her in nearly five years, and he almost couldn’t believe the change in her, almost. He’d always known she would be a knock out, as much as he had cursed himself for thinking it when she was just a scrawny kid but he had been right, so very right.

Dawn had most definitely grown into her body, luscious curves in all the right places and long, thick, wavy, silken chestnut hair flowing down her back and the fact that her jeans and red tank top looked like they’d been painted on her really wasn’t helping the tightness of his own jeans. He watched the snivelling little boys sniffing around his nibblet and couldn’t hold back the growl that formed in his throat. Spike’s fangs came out and his eyes yellowed into his feral state as he watched one of the boys wrap their arm around Dawn, handing her a drink and watching as she chugged it down. He’d been around long enough to know that the giddy look in the kid’s eyes that the drink wasn’t just alcohol.

It took all the patience that he’d gained in his long lifetime to wait till the drink had started to take affect before pulling Dawn out of the party like he planned to. He may not have been around Dawn in a couple of years but he well and truly knew the stubborn nature of the Summers’ women and if he tried to remove her from the party before she realised anything was wrong, he’d probably cop the punch in the nose he deserved. Also, it occurred to Spike that if he waited until she was a bit intoxicated she would care less when he stuck his fist down the little creep’s throat.

Spike watched Dawn with a mixture of surprise, amazement and a lot of lust as she moved about the café, taking a puff of cigarette and then a joint, all the while sipping her drug tainted beer. It was easy for him to see that this was not a first time for Dawn, as she smoked a joint with ease. His little Dawnie had become a bad girl and it made him a very, very bad man to be thinking about her the way he currently was. He watched as his girl started to sway slightly and the ponce who’d given her the drink come up beside her, his hand sliding up the back of her shirt and he leaned in to whisper in her ear and Spike had to fight his demon not to speed over there and rip the little shit’s head off.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike walked onto the café premises, completely ignoring the heated looks and whispers of the girls and some of the boys in the place; he was here for one girl. After he beat the snot out of the Nancy boy for giving his girl a spiked drink he was taking her out of this joint and planned on giving her a right talking to for being so careless. Any demon could have snuck in and caught her unaware instead of it being him.

He could see the frown on her face as the ponce obviously tried to get her to leave with him, Dawn was swaying and looking kind of pale and Spike’s fists tightened as he walked closer. Spike knew the minute she saw him because he heart pounded in his ears and her eyes went wide, like he remembered from when he would tell her tales of the Big Bad.

“I suggest you take your hands off ‘er, mate.” Spike warned with a smirk on his face but his eyes solely for Dawn who was still swaying. Anyone with half a brain would have known to step back, out of the way between the Big Bad and his nibblet but of course this prat didn’t have that as he puffed his chest out and tried to step forward. He saw Dawn roll her eyes and he smirked, his fist flying out and hitting the little gobshite on the face once and watched Dawn’s face as her date hit the ground. Spike had to admit he was slightly disappointed he would have liked a little bit more of a fight so he could have really beat the snot out of the kid but it wasn’t surprising, seeing as the prat was about as scrawny Dawn when she was fifteen. Dawn gripped the railing beside them so not to sway as she glared at him.

“Well, geez, thanks Spike you knocked him out now you can go crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out from under…” Dawn slurred and Spike shook his head, there was no chance he was going to leave her alone.

“Sorry pet, you’re coming with me.” Spike shrugged, falsely apologetic and trying to resist grinning as Dawn shook her head wildly, stepping backwards and nearly falling over due to her intoxication.

To Be Continued.

Things I need to beg my muse to sit for...

2009-08-10T04:25:23Z

Works In Progress: August

Roswell. Liz/Max(zan like max) Max is a tattoo artist and Liz wants more tats, raunchy love occurs. That's all im saying cause thats all I know.

BTVS. I'm working on a Nekid Numbers piece for Nekid Spike comm.

Tin Man. The sequel to Bryce's Missing Princes...which I'm hoping to have done for her birthday :P

SAD FACE

2009-08-05T11:20:50Z

livejournal hates me! :( it wont send me notifications! and that means if someone replies to a comment of mine I DONT KNOW! DX

(8) You can't be me, I'm a rockstar! (8)

2009-08-03T07:58:30Z

Today was actually quite boring *snore*

OOH! except for the fact I got my Proof Of Age card and the photo didn't suck! LMAO
I'm still trying to get used to the contacts... I think I managed to leave a smudge on the right one when I put it in the morning(it was being unco operativ when I was trying to put it in) lol!

Blessed Be!

P.S. I SEVERELY need to clean my room tonight hahaha!

Sydney Aquarium and Wildlife Park

2009-08-02T13:14:27Z

Today was my cousin Sheree's birthday and so we celebrated her birthday and my neice Miley's birthday (which is in a couple of days) by travelling up to Sydney to see the Aquarium and wildlife park in Darling Harbour. First we got majorly lost! lmfao! but we eventually made it to the car park, from there it was a journey on the monorail(my first).

We went to the Wildlife park first and managed to see the release of the butterflies buuuut there weren't that many :( but it was amazing to watch them fly around us! After the park we went over to a nearby cafe to have lunch, me and my cousin, Beau(Miley's dad and Sheree's brother) ordered the same thing and he got his first and after his first bite of the burger, he discovered it was raw! mine was then delivered and I asked the server "Is mine gonna be like that? Cause if so I'm gonna need it taken back and cooked some more." LMAO! the server's face turned horrified and he kept offering to take Beau's back and get him a new one but my cousin had pretty much lost his appetite. Thankfully mine was cooked well!

Then we were off to the Aquarium!! Which was my favourite cause I just am amazed by fish and sea creatures! I took like a million pics on my phone and OMG! they had Dugongs!! I LOVE them! There was was also penguins, coral and starfish! and *SQUEE* Giant Sea Turtles! they are so graeful and elegant!! and we got to watch them from the underwater tunnels, watching them as they swam over top of us to close that if you lifted your hand to the glass it was almost like you were touching them as they went past. It was awesome! OH! and then as I was watching the dugongs out of no where a HUGE mantaray suddenly appeared in front of me! like 5cm in front of my face, SCARED THE HELL OUTTA ME!

Then it was home again! Such an awesome day!

(8) A whole new world! (8)

2009-08-01T06:36:00Z

I know am the proud wearer of contact lenses!! WOOO!

I have been wanting them for ages but couldn't afford them and wasn't sure I could wear them but I have them money so I went to the optomitrist and yay!

I wow'ed my optomitrist by the fact that I managed to get them in and out successfully on the first go! =D

Also been finally filling my disney DVD collection up, added Aladdin, Sleeping Beauty... lol

(8) I love it, when I have you in my arms (8)

2009-07-30T14:53:57Z

I BOUGHT AN IPOD!

never have a I before had the sort of money to justify spending like $320 on an mp3 no matter how good :P

I LOVE my ipod.... I just love it!

Update

2009-07-29T11:02:34Z

So I figured that I should post since its been so long that I can't even remember the last time I posted lmao!

My life has changed a lot lol!

I'm back at TAFE, doing a women's education course... it seems really good so far *two days into it* lol

I made the big 21! Wooot! I got awesome presents such as the one from my monkey man paul, who paid for 13 red and black stars on my neck!

I finally got my trust fund! Yay so am finally getting my sleeve done! =P

My muse isn't letting really letting me write at the moment but I'm trying... I have this urge to write an original fiction but its in the very early planning stage, also using Bryce's story create a sequel of sorts and I have fallen in love with the Dean/Faith (BTVS/SPN) which for anyone who knows me knows its freaking insane!! I'm not a big crossover fan but there is just something about this ship that i LOVE!

I really need to try and update more often, or else I forget everything that has happened! lol

~ Blessed Be ~

Lissa xx

HOLY SHIT! I wrote something!!!!

2009-07-05T07:12:04Z

Title: One Step Closer
Author: aliensister aka lidda_anne
'Verse: Roswell
Claim/Characters/Pairing: M/L
Rating: Adult

Warnings: Hate sex?
Disclaimer: If I owned it do you seriously think I would be writing fanfiction?
Summary: A story about two people’s love tarred by hate and how they briefly express it. Hate sex, be warned!
Table/Prompt: Plot? What Plot?/ Hate!sex

This wasn’t what she wanted; she wanted to be able to live without him, to get over him while he moved on with his wife. She’d pushed him into Tess’s arms, at future Max’s request and for that she hated him, her teeth bit down on the soft bottom lip and a taste of metal filled her mouth. He groaned into her mouth and his fingers roughly grabbed her backside, lifting her and pulling her up his body, his hard arousal pressing into her as she wrapped her legs around his body. This was his fault, all of it, she felt disgusted with her self, she wanted to leave, to walk away and never look back but yet again she found her self punishing them both with this act. A small, almost dead part of her cried, deep down inside of herself but she ignored it, her heart was filled with anger and malice.

Liz’s hands tightened in his hair, grasping it tightly as he plundered her mouth. Revulsion ate at her insides; this was not the sweet making of love that she had imagined as a naïve sixteen year old. No, this was the hard and rough fucking of a seventeen year old who had the world placed on her shoulders and told that if she didn’t give up the one thing that made her feel strong the world would crumble around her. Her back slammed against the rough brick wall and she growled against the pain, he had lied to her cause she’d given up Max and the world had still ended, for her anyway. The sound of Max’s zipper lowering seemed faint amongst their harsh breathing and the sounds of cars driving past on the road just outside the alley they were in.

She felt his fingers moving the panties beneath her Crashdown uniform to the side as he slid inside her; the feeling of being full and of coming home was tainted with the reality of the situation. This was not the happy coupling of two people who couldn’t wait long enough to find a room, no, this was the anger and hate filled fucking of two people who had hurt each other so badly but couldn’t let go of the pain. Liz only opened her eyes to glare at him as he pounded into her, his eyes were closed but the harsh scowl on his face was obvious, even in the dim light of the street lamps out on the road.

One hand braced against the wall holding them up and the other biting into her leg, she knew they would leave marks, just like every other time they had done this. His rhythm changed and she knew he was close, the hand on her leg moved down to her ass, holding her up as the hand on the wall moved down to rub her clit, he always made her cum, he knew that she hated it, it made him feel powerful. Rough brick was biting into her skin through the thin uniform but she hardly felt it as her body shuddered, cumming. Her jaws were clamped tight, he may get to feel her insides fluttering but she would not give him the satisfaction of listening to her scream.

Liz felt him cum as she was coming down from her high and her legs automatically unwrapped from around him, sliding back down his body as he pulled out. She fixed her clothes back into place as Max tossed the condom and fixed himself up as well.

“Thanks.” Max said, she could hear the smug and conceited tone in his voice and it made her fume.

“Fuck you!” Liz seethed, glaring at him as he turned to walk out of the alleyway.

“Already did…” He growled back to her not even stopping or turning around to face her. Liz waited till she couldn’t see him anymore before turning and kicking the wall behind her; she wouldn’t let him hear that his comments got to her. A wetness slid down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, not acknowledging that it was a tear because Liz Parker no longer cried, dead people didn’t cry and that’s what she was, dead.

MUSE, in need of

2009-06-09T20:19:13Z

UGH Inspiration!

I NEED to write or I shall go crazy but NOTHING is inspiring me!

*CRIES*

LOL stolen from Erin Wooot

2009-06-04T13:34:38Z

Your result for Howard Gardner's Eight Types of Intelligence Test...
<h3>Linguistic</h3>14% Logical, 22% Spatial, 49% Linguistic, 43% Intrapersonal, 8% Interpersonal, 16% Musical, 25% Bodily-Kinesthetic and 47% Naturalistic!<img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/12637356656465928895.gif" width="320" height="381" /><div>"Verbal-linguistic intelligence has to do with words, spoken or written. People with verbal-linguistic intelligence display a facility with words and languages. They are typically good at reading, writing, telling stories and memorizing words and dates. They tend to learn best by reading, taking notes, listening to lectures, and via discussion and debate. They are also frequently skilled at explaining, teaching and oration or persuasive speaking. Those with verbal-linguistic intelligence learn foreign languages very easily as they have high verbal memory and recall, and an ability to understand and manipulate syntax and structure.
Careers which suit those with this intelligence include writers, lawyers, philosophers, journalists, politicians and teachers." (Wikipedia)</div><a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/howard-gardners-eight-types-of-intelligence-test">
Take Howard Gardner's Eight Types of Intelligence Test</a> at <a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/">HelloQuizzy</a>

Stranger then fiction!

2009-04-25T00:09:40Z

Are you ever completely amazed by how something so small can completely change your life, or even just the reality you surround yourself with? how one decision can change the path you thought you were destined for?

I'm having some what of an epiphany, or maybe it's just a realization of how much 2009 has changed my circumstances, within my self and the world around me. I don't want to compare last year to this year, seeing as we're only four months into it or even state the amazing things that have come into my life, that have bought around this change because I don't think I could limit them. So the list would be too long lol. I would love to be able to pin point the moment that it began to change, for my self and my own curiousity but I have so many little moments that spring to mind that I'm not sure which was the big one.

I am sure at one stage or another the person, who has some what helped my change, will read this. Darling, while I love you, it's not all about you, so do not get a swelled head LOL!

Blessed Be,
Lissa x x x

Hells Yes!

2009-03-30T01:37:47Z

*DANCES*

Ok, so my muse appears to be back.... though I'm not counting on her staying cause Paul is coming over on Wednesday and apparentely she finds it impossible to concentrate when he's around... not that I can blame her :P

I've found the thing that seems to spark her though is anything to do with Tattoos and piercings, which means a lot of dupe writing lol I've been writing with Storm and Becky all morning, tis good :P

And ooooh seriously, realised that ff.net has an original fiction sister site, so I made an account and I'm thinking about putting up The Wrong Sister (my NaNo attempt) I'll probably leave a link here once I've done it...

That's all for the moment lol, will totally be back when I think of something else :P

OH, OH, sent an email of to an awesome piercer I met last week, asking for some tips on how I would go about getting into the business lol :P hehehe That would be so mind blowing, to be a piercer and then *fingers crossed* a tattooist...

EDIT: I posted the story, http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2653370/1/The_Wrong_Sister PLEASE, please go and check it out... it's my first original fiction piece and I love comments lol I'm such a comment whore lmao!

Don't...

2009-03-27T12:04:29Z

You let me down again and you didn’t even do it wrong this time,

You did what was right but I didn’t want to go back to this place,

You make my chest hurt cause as selfish as it is; I wish you weren’t so fucked up.

Then in my head I know that I don’t know you as anyone else, as my child like screw up.

Waking me up at one in the morning to make chocolate cake or keeping me home from school to look after you, after you drunk so much you were close to having your stomach pumped.

Everyone says that this time it’ll be better, you’ll be better but we know the truth, it’s all wrong.

Wishful thinking of a better time that I imagined as a child,

Of a world where you were dependable and I could count on you

Don’t tell me that it’ll be ok because it makes me pissed off,

It’ll never be better; this time will not make a difference.

You and I know what set this off, your baby is grown up, you missed it and now you feel guilty.

You wished it was different and in a couple of days you will get worse because you want to go,

But wont, because you don’t wanna miss the baby’s day of birth

I blame you,

Because now I have to listen to the little one bawling her eyes out on the phone and all I want to do is scream at her to shut up.

I don’t want these feeling; don’t wanna feel the mixture of numbness and anger that fills my chest.

…

…..

Fuck you, for making me confused, for screwing all this shit up in my head.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (1/?)

2009-03-23T02:50:59Z

Title: “It seemed like a good idea at the time” (1/?)
Author: aliensister aka lidda_anne
'Verse: Roswell
Claim/Characters/Pairing: Z/L M/A (along with M/L and A/Z)
Rating: Adult
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: If I owned it do you seriously think I would be writing fanfiction?
Summary: AU w/out Aliens. Ava Harding and Liz Parker realise they have been dating the wrong Evans twin, when Zan and Max swap girls. Twins + Alcohol + Half cocked idea = New Relationships.
Table/Prompt: Phrases/“It seemed like a good idea at the time”

‘Evans’ twin tycoons add another million to their names.” Zander Evans read out loud, leaning back in the soft Italian leather high back chair. His feet, crossed at the ankles and covered in Gucci leather shoes, were propped up on the polished mahogany desk. His eyes scanned over the article with lazy interest as he lifted the steaming cup of coffee to his lips.

“Geez, can’t they get anything right, it was a billion, not million.” Max said, with a mock huff, as if he was put out by the mistake of the reporter who had written the story. Max chuckled lightly, from the middle of the room, their large shared office, where he was practicing his putting. Max had stripped off his black suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbows but was still wearing his black tie. He was the more, clean shaven of the two but his hair was about an inch longer then Zan’s, where as Zan had a thin goatee and short hair that was slightly spiked on the top.

Zan glanced up idly, looking over the top of newspaper he was reading from, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Leaning over his golf club as he placed his ball down in place for another swing, Max looked up, giving Zan a devious smirk, which Zan returned. Even though it was technically their day off, both of them were dressed in their suits and at the office. They had spent the morning and most of the afternoon tying up the any loose ends in their latest big successful business deal. Maxwell and Zander Evans were twenty seven year olds who had the world at their fingertips. They both had started out at the bottom of their father’s company, Evans’ Inc. and had quickly climbed the ladder to become their father’s right and left hand men.

Devastatingly handsome, the boys had had their pick of the women in their younger years, a fact that they had very much taken advantage of, but that had all changed in the last year. Their father, Philip Evans had suffered from a heart attack and though he’d recovered, he’d told his sons that he wanted to see them have families. Max and Zan, loyal sons that they were had worked to fulfil their dad’s wishes. Max had become engaged to Elizabeth Parker, a sweet debutante who came from a wealthy New York family, whom he had met six months ago at business dinner. Zan had met and started to date Ava Harding, a social worker who he had met in a coffee shop.

There was a quick knock on the office door a second before said door was pushed open to reveal their father; Philip Evans dressed in his trademark grey suit. Despite the heart attack, Philip had been back at work after three months, although his workload had been extremely reduced. His sons taking the majority of the business, his job now was mostly overseeing and schmoozing some of the higher paying clients.

“Boys, another job well done,” Philip proclaimed as he walked into his son’s office, a proud smile covering his face as he looked between his sons. He couldn’t be more proud of them, everyday they continued to make him more proud. After losing his wife, in childbirth with the twins, he’d been given two options. He could hand the boys over to nannies and private schools and go back to work, missing the one; or rather two things left of Diane, growing up or give up his lifetime work and look after his children. Philip Evans, being the unconventional and innovative business man that he was, had chosen neither. He’d wanted the best of both worlds, and he had worked to get it.

Of course it had been extremely difficult, but Philip had brought the twins into the office with him. Helped by nannies but he was the one who had cared for them, scheduling his meeting around them, his sons had always come first. They had grown up and followed in his footsteps and both graduated Harvard with honours and he had no worries that they would take over the business when he retired. The only thing that gave him any worry with his children was their personal lives. He knew their decision to start families had been because of him and his heart attack. Philip had easily fallen in love with Ava and Liz; they were both smart and charming in their own ways. He had to admit though, something about their relationships with his sons didn’t seem right.

He’d noticed that on her own, Ava was a very strong and compassionate woman, capable of handling the troupe of rough teenagers she worked with. However when she was around Zan, she became meek and had a tendency to bend to his will, he didn’t think his son even realised it was happening. As for the relationship between Max and Liz, there was no passion. Certainly, not the type of passion one would expect for a couple in the honeymoon phase, ready to get married.

“Well, I say its celebration time, so come on, we’re going out.” He announced with a clap of his hands, chuckling as Zan grinned and jumped up from the chair. It had become somewhat of a tradition when closing a big deal, especially one as big as the one the boys had done the day before, to head out the exclusive gentlemen’s club that they were members of and celebrate with a few drinks. Actually they tended to get very drunk and stagger home, up until his heart attack it had been the three of them, now he was cut down to only a few drinks. Zan was the wilder of the twins and very much had always enjoyed the party as much as he enjoyed his work, much like Philip himself until he’d met Diane and had the boys.

Max on the other hand was the more serious of the two, much more like his mother. So, Philip wasn’t surprised when Max grimaced slightly frowning at his brother and father. Philip had noticed the sadness growing in his younger son for a while. It was obvious to him that his son was trying his best to throw everything he had into his relationship with Liz, trying to eradicate the awkward politeness between them. Philip could see that Max and Liz had warm feelings for each other but they way they acted was more like friends.

“I can’t, I told Liz we’d go out tonight, to make up for me working today…” Max apologised with a frustrated sigh. He didn’t know how he could have slipped up and forgot about their usual tradition, except that he did. Liz had been so joyous and excited about the closing of the deal that he had decided he would take her out, hoping to see more have her bright carefree mood. Only when he woke up this morning, Liz had been back to her polite self. She only pecked him on the cheek when he told he was off to work before turning back to the book she had been reading, not even looking at him when she did it.

Zan groaned and his shoulders slumped, he knew by the look on his twin’s face that Max didn’t really want to stay home. Being twin meant that they were finely tuned into each other, but the hesitation and disappointment on Max’s face was quite clear for anyone to see. He also had selfish reasons for wanting his brother to come out with them, if Max stayed home, Zan had no excuse to Ava for going out, not that she would really protest much. Ava really never minded too much when he went out, she understood about their family tradition but he made a mental note to take her out, soon.

Zan turned to face Max, fixing him with a determined look; he had twenty-seven years of pulling Max into doing what he wanted. Catching his eye, Zan silently told him there would be no getting out of this, Max sighed, easily swayed into doing something he wanted to do and Zan grinned in victory.

“Right then, reconvene in two hours at the club?” Philip asked the unnecessary question, knowing they would agree before they nodded at him, smiling their identical smiles.

***

Max apologised again as he pulled his clean pants up onto his freshly showered body, after their father had left the office he and Zan had only stuck around for another half an hour. Making sure everything that all the paperwork had been filed before heading home to the large penthouse apartment they shared. He and Liz had decided that they would be moving out into their own house once they were married. For now, they would stay in the apartment Max and Zan had bought when they first moved out of their dad’s home.

Max tried to not let it bother him as he looked around the bedroom, the room he and Liz had been sharing for the last three months, bared no evidence that she live there at all. There was a picture of the pair of them on the bedside table, but other than that, nothing. She had her clothes neatly taking up one side of closet and one drawer in the bathroom; it saddened him that she seemed like a guest in their bedroom. Stepping into the walk-in wardrobe, Max pulled on a button down shirt, pulled it on and grabbed a suit jacket, heading back into the bedroom. He laid the jacket down onto the burgundy chaise lounge, where his shoes were resting.

Buttoning the blue silk shirt, Max looked over at his fiancé who was perched on the end of their bed, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap like the proper little lady that she was. Liz’s long brown hair was twisted up behind her head like usual and she was dressed in a knee length floral print summer dress and black heeled sandals. Max couldn’t remember a single time he’d seen her not perfectly dressed or a hair out of place, even when she woke up in the morning. Liz smiled at him politely, shaking her head.

“Max, its fine,” She told him, standing up from the bed and walking over to him, pecking him on the cheek as she left the room. Max couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he let out a sigh and sat down to pull his shoes on. That was how Liz was, she was polite and kind and though they were the things that had attracted him to her, now they were the things that made his heart ache. Liz was kind of cold, not in the nasty way but even when they made love, she was passive, quiet, like it held no interest for her.

***

“Come on babe, you know I couldn’t say no… it’s my dad and Max.” Zan called out to Ava from the bathroom, as he stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. Using his hand he wiped steam from the large mirror over the basin, grabbing his razor he started to trim his goatee. Unlike Max, he hadn’t told Ava he would be in tonight but he did get why she would be a bit upset. Such a big deal meant that he’d been spending a lot of nights at the office, even when he was home he was working to some degree.

“Yeah I know…I just wish we could have spent the night together,” Ava said sadly as she came to stand in the doorway, dressed in a pair of old, navy sweats that had a hole torn over one of her knees and a faded grey t-shirt. He watched her reflection in the mirror as she tied her wavy blonde hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head before leaning against the door jam. Her bare toes peeked out from underneath the raggedy hem of her sweats and Zan smirked as he noticed the fresh pink polish she had applied.

“Sexy, babe,” Zan said hotly, wiggling his eyebrows at her, causing her to roll her eyes at him.

“Zan…” Ava sighed and he could hear the slight frustration in her voice. Zan felt a pang of guilt in his chest, he knew he should want to spend the night at home, knew he should want to romance Ava, like Max wanted to do to Liz. Putting down his razor, Zan walked over to Ava and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his still wet body. One of his hands wrapped around the back of her neck, he pressed his mouth against Ava’s, pushing his tongue into her mouth for a quick and hot kiss. When he pulled away Zan tried not to frown and the furrowing of Ava’s brow and the slight turned down corners of her mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you babe, I promise.” He said, he swore he would seriously try to make it up to her. Leaning down he pressed a kiss on her creased forehead before walking past her into their bedroom to get dressed.

***

Philip Evans had left around eleven, which had been about three hours ago, Max and Zan had been tipsy then and now had entered the realm of drunk. Before leaving Philip had ordered the barman to keep the drinks flowing, rationally he knew he shouldn’t be encouraging his sons to drink. To him though, one night of partying after so much hard work didn’t seem so bad. Both boys sat at a table with a glass of Whiskey and a bottle of beer in front of them, they’d also done shots earlier. They never let it be said that they didn’t know how to go all out. Alcohol flowed till Zan and Max’s heads were fuzzy and like most drunken idiots they started to bemoan their issues. Which in Zan and Max’s case; was their girlfriend and fiancée.

“She’s just so inhibited…so closed off.” Max said, his words slightly slurred as he shook his head, whiskey sloshing in his glass.

“Even when we make love, it’s almost like she’s bored.” He said with sad frown, downing his glassful and signalling to the guy behind the bar to refill him.

“Ava only wants to make love, and I mean it’s good but, I want more… I suggested that we fuck on my desk to spice things up; she wouldn’t talk to me for like two days!” Zan exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“She looked at me like I’d slapped her in the face,” He muttered staring into the swirling brown liquid in his glass, in his drunken mind he could be honest with himself. He wasn’t right for Ava, he didn’t deserve the wonderful person she was. Silence fell over the brothers, both thinking about their ladies and sucking down drink after drink.

Another glass of whiskey and it was a light bulb was switched on over Zan’s head, in his drunken haze he found nothing odd with the words that were about to leave his mouth as he slammed down his glass.

“We should swap.”

“What?” Max asked looking perplexed as he turned to look at Zan.

“We should swap, you go with Ava and I’ll go with Liz.” Zan explained drunkenly to Max who was shaking his head emphatically.

“They’re not toys, Zan. I mean, really, I think the girls would probably have something to say about it.” Max announced with a roll of his eyes, trying not to think about how his body had tingled at the thought of making love to Ava. He had become good friends with her, her easy, open personality and how well conversation had flown between them. With her bright blue eyes and her soft lips that when they broke into a smile, it made you feel warm.

“We don’t tell them, and it would just be for tonight, we’ll pretend to be each other…” Zan said enthusiastically but Max still looked hesitant. Zan was pleading in his head for his brother to agree, he knew it was selfish of him but if anyone deserved to be with Ava it was Max. He also thought about Liz, he had a theory about the uptight rich girl. With her upbringing Zan thought she’d never had anyone to show her how to get in touch with her inner sex kitten and knew he could really show her a thing or two.

“We used to do it to dad all the time… no one will get hurt.” Max thought about making love to Liz, the way her eyes remained closed, and how she never seemed to enjoy it. Then a picture of Ava popped into his mind, her joyous laughter and her easy affection and he couldn’t help but imagine the way she would feel to make love to. Max gulped down the glass of Whiskey, this was so wrong but damn him if it didn’t feel so right.

To Be Continued…

You Spin Me Right Round...

2009-03-22T10:46:16Z

What a fricken crazy week...

I have met a ~~boy~~ man, he's like 8years oldr then me but possibly the most sweetest person ever. We are friends with benefits lol for two reasons, he's getting over the heartbrake his ex left him with... still healing and I have major commitment and trust issues, so we are just taking it slow, just going with the flow :P lol! He messages me in the morning with kisses and tell's me how much he will miss me until he sees me and them sends me a message before he goes to sleep to wish me goodnight. So busy and it meant my muse has been somewhat preoccupied by P. and hasn't allowed me to do any writing but tonight, I will force my self to sit down and write.

I will succeed to write something!

Stolen from the loverly jovialien

2009-03-09T11:31:47Z