[Jamie's first response is a soft hum, a little shiver running through him in the aftermath, still too spun out for words. His hands run through Max's hair, down his back, affection in every touch, still pouring through him and radiating out into this new thing between them.]
Right here. [Murmured with a quiet sense of awe. It's still hard to believe he gets this. How is it possible he gets all of this?
He nuzzles kisses into Max's skin wherever he can, soft and adoring. He's quiet for a little bit longer before his hand comes up to trace over the edge of the handprint sitting on his chest, thoughtful.] How long did you say it lasts? [It's pure curiosity -- and probably hard to mistake the question for anything negative with the happiness still rising off of him, the way his touch is almost reverent over the spot where Max has marked him.]
[What are words in the wake of what just happened? There's so much still flowing between them, emotions that words will never encapsulate. Max's body still feels like it's thrumming with electricity, he's surprised that he didn't blow out all the lights in the room when they came. As it was, there was only one light that shattered, and he didn't even notice it.
It's only now that he can feel the slight hum of static running over their skin. Concentrating for a second, Max pulls it back and dampens his powers. It's near impossible with the tidal wave of radiating adoration and deep, unyielding passion that Max is feeling.
When Jamie brings his hand up to touch Max's mark, Max covers it with his own hand, holding tightly to this man he loves with an unquestioning depth. ]
It will begin to fade in about three to four days but lasts about a week. If you want, I will renew it when we need to. I want to be close to you.
[It's strange how he feels more aware of the way Max's powers recede than he really noticed them there in the first place. In a weird way, those little spikes have become comforting since he learned about them. It's like a signal of where he is and who he's with. Not that Jamie often forgets, but -- any way he can feel Max with him is something he treasures. Whether that's his arms around him and his powers running over his skin, or the marks that he leaves behind.
Or this, now, something -- not permanent, but so much more all the same.]
I do. Or, I will. I don't want this to go anywhere. [He sounds absolutely sure already -- but he doesn't mind so much if he'll have to tell Max again next time, either, understands why he might worry about it.]
[Maybe it's strange to say now, here, like this, but they've already said it while they were making love, and Max wants to repeat it during the afterglow while they're laying here tied together emotionally, but not in the same overwhelming manner physically.
Inhaling deeply, Max tries to let his body relax against the intensity it's feeling from the mark. He can't remember such a deep influx of emotions before—and why should he? He's never felt like this, never given this much, not even to the first guy he was with, and never with Liz, even if they were engaged at one point.
He knows that one day, he and Jamie will have to talk about that if they ever go back to Roswell. She's not there, but the legend of their relationship is. Plus, Max only ever wants to be upfront with Jamie about his entire life. ]
I'll do my best to remember, and with you living here, it will be easier. I'll be able to see when it begins to fade. It's nice to see you get dressed in the morning and at night. You're so damn good-looking. Rawr.
[It's a gentle tease, and Max smiles lopsidedly to lean in and nip at Jamie's chin before kissing him gently.]
[The teasing draws a little bubble of laughter out of him, muffling against Max's mouth as he leans into the kiss, winding an arm around his neck to keep him there a little longer.]
Yeah? [He's grinning, kissing Max again softly before he goes on, almost still against his mouth.] That's funny, watching you get dressed is kind of a disappointment. I like you better like this. [His other hand skims down Max's side, as if clarifying what he means.
The intensity hasn't completely subsided, the overwhelming sensation of everything mingling at once lingering over him, heavy but comfortable, like a blanket. But more than anything, as the physical side begins to settle and he adjusts to the sensation of Max's emotions butting against his own, what Jamie feels is just happiness. Pure and simple, and practically pouring off of him.
Max loves him; he loves Max. The rest of it's good, but that's all he needs to feel like he's walking on air.]
[Rolling a nipple between his fingers, Max winks playfully and then wraps almost surprisingly strong arms around Jamie and rocks him back and forth in a deeply tight hug, until he has the younger man laying on top of him, completely rested and at ease again-- perhaps chuckling softly from the surprise move.]
Listen, I'm not fucking saying that I don't like you exactly like this, but when we gotta go out, I enjoy watching you slide into those tight jeans and tuck it all away. You do it so well. You could almost be a cowboy.
[Leaning up, Max kisses Jamie deeply -- letting the heavy drag of power and life flow between them. There's an echo of the world as Max can feel it, the way he can take it apart and put it back together that always resides within him, and if he concentrates, he can project that into their bond. It's a gift he didn't know or understand at first, but now it's always there, below the surface. Letting Jamie feel it seems only natural, an extension of their bond. Healing and loving, feeling the balance of the universe around them. ]
[Surprised as Jamie is, he's still perfectly relaxed and pliable for Max to move him around. Trusting. His laugh is pressed into Max's shoulder as he settles over him, nuzzling a quick kiss against the skin before he draws back enough to look down at him again.]
M'not gonna complain. I like you watching. [Which is probably the least surprising thing he could ever say, considering the way he lights up under Max's attention at all times.
He leans down to meet that kiss without hesitation, his hand coming up to touch Max's cheek gently. The power's intense enough to make his head spin a little, sending a little shiver down his spine, but Jamie's fascinated above anything else. As eager to understand more of this as he is everything else about Max. He'll draw out the kiss as long as he can manage, just trying to stay connected as much as he can.]
[There's a still, small voice that tries to chase this all away in Max's head now and then when he gazes at the adoration and love that lingers so utterly in the complete countenance of Jamie's visage. It hungers to tell Max that this will all go away in the same type of instant that it did with anyone else he loved, but there's been no one he's loved like this. In that second, he wants to hurt that voice in his head.
He can feel the storm simmer below the surface, that little dark pit -- the dark possessive side of him grips Jamie's ass a little tighter, even through Jamie's sunlight on his face. He shivers ever so slightly against his lover. ]
We were made to watch and take advantage of. Always need you watching me. Only me, my sweet angel.
[Fingers are gentle as they measure the length of Jamie's spine again. He's so fucking lucky, and he knows it. He won't let his doubts get to him. He won't let any curse of his family tear this apart. His brother and sister both made it. It's his turn now. Sighing, he raises his fingers to laze through Jamie's hair.]
Fuck. I guess we should probably pass out, or I don't know. I'm worked up and tired all at once. It's the strangest feeling.
Only you. It's hard to notice anyone else when you're around. [A soft little reassurance, utterly genuine. Jamie doesn't think he's so much as looked at anyone else since Max came into his life; even his friendships have been suffering a little, all his attention and affection laser focused in a way he's never really been before. His thumb strokes gently over Max's cheekbone, ducking in to press a kiss against his other cheek, soft and sweet.
His head drops to rest against Max's chest at the feeling of fingers in his hair, humming softly, considering.] We can just -- try to relax for a little while. I don't think I could sleep anyway.
I feel the same way. There's only you in the room anymore, only you in my thoughts. I have a feeling you're going to feel me pulsing through that mark quite a bit. It'll take time to get used to, but I hope you will.
[All the intensity of Max Evans was plenty; all of it laser-focused on how he loved Jamie was going to be an avalanche of emotions in the best and worst ways. Max already could feel it inside him, but he trusted Jamie to handle it all, to handle him. Max wouldn't have given Jamie the mark-- or have made love to him in the way he just did if he didn't think they could do this.
Maybe it would blow up in Max's face, but wasn't this worth it-- this night, this love? Having this for as long as he did was worth any amount of pain he might face later. Jamie was worth it all. Max was sure of that now. He leaned against Jamie and watched as the younger male relaxed against his chest, no doubt hearing the pounding of his heart tumbling away in his chest, sighing softly. Max closed his eyes and thought about what the future would bring for them. ]
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Right here. [Murmured with a quiet sense of awe. It's still hard to believe he gets this. How is it possible he gets all of this?
He nuzzles kisses into Max's skin wherever he can, soft and adoring. He's quiet for a little bit longer before his hand comes up to trace over the edge of the handprint sitting on his chest, thoughtful.] How long did you say it lasts? [It's pure curiosity -- and probably hard to mistake the question for anything negative with the happiness still rising off of him, the way his touch is almost reverent over the spot where Max has marked him.]
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[What are words in the wake of what just happened? There's so much still flowing between them, emotions that words will never encapsulate. Max's body still feels like it's thrumming with electricity, he's surprised that he didn't blow out all the lights in the room when they came. As it was, there was only one light that shattered, and he didn't even notice it.
It's only now that he can feel the slight hum of static running over their skin. Concentrating for a second, Max pulls it back and dampens his powers. It's near impossible with the tidal wave of radiating adoration and deep, unyielding passion that Max is feeling.
When Jamie brings his hand up to touch Max's mark, Max covers it with his own hand, holding tightly to this man he loves with an unquestioning depth. ]
It will begin to fade in about three to four days but lasts about a week. If you want, I will renew it when we need to. I want to be close to you.
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[It's strange how he feels more aware of the way Max's powers recede than he really noticed them there in the first place. In a weird way, those little spikes have become comforting since he learned about them. It's like a signal of where he is and who he's with. Not that Jamie often forgets, but -- any way he can feel Max with him is something he treasures. Whether that's his arms around him and his powers running over his skin, or the marks that he leaves behind.
Or this, now, something -- not permanent, but so much more all the same.]
I do. Or, I will. I don't want this to go anywhere. [He sounds absolutely sure already -- but he doesn't mind so much if he'll have to tell Max again next time, either, understands why he might worry about it.]
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[Maybe it's strange to say now, here, like this, but they've already said it while they were making love, and Max wants to repeat it during the afterglow while they're laying here tied together emotionally, but not in the same overwhelming manner physically.
Inhaling deeply, Max tries to let his body relax against the intensity it's feeling from the mark. He can't remember such a deep influx of emotions before—and why should he? He's never felt like this, never given this much, not even to the first guy he was with, and never with Liz, even if they were engaged at one point.
He knows that one day, he and Jamie will have to talk about that if they ever go back to Roswell. She's not there, but the legend of their relationship is. Plus, Max only ever wants to be upfront with Jamie about his entire life. ]
I'll do my best to remember, and with you living here, it will be easier. I'll be able to see when it begins to fade. It's nice to see you get dressed in the morning and at night. You're so damn good-looking. Rawr.
[It's a gentle tease, and Max smiles lopsidedly to lean in and nip at Jamie's chin before kissing him gently.]
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Yeah? [He's grinning, kissing Max again softly before he goes on, almost still against his mouth.] That's funny, watching you get dressed is kind of a disappointment. I like you better like this. [His other hand skims down Max's side, as if clarifying what he means.
The intensity hasn't completely subsided, the overwhelming sensation of everything mingling at once lingering over him, heavy but comfortable, like a blanket. But more than anything, as the physical side begins to settle and he adjusts to the sensation of Max's emotions butting against his own, what Jamie feels is just happiness. Pure and simple, and practically pouring off of him.
Max loves him; he loves Max. The rest of it's good, but that's all he needs to feel like he's walking on air.]
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Listen, I'm not fucking saying that I don't like you exactly like this, but when we gotta go out, I enjoy watching you slide into those tight jeans and tuck it all away. You do it so well. You could almost be a cowboy.
[Leaning up, Max kisses Jamie deeply -- letting the heavy drag of power and life flow between them. There's an echo of the world as Max can feel it, the way he can take it apart and put it back together that always resides within him, and if he concentrates, he can project that into their bond. It's a gift he didn't know or understand at first, but now it's always there, below the surface. Letting Jamie feel it seems only natural, an extension of their bond. Healing and loving, feeling the balance of the universe around them. ]
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M'not gonna complain. I like you watching. [Which is probably the least surprising thing he could ever say, considering the way he lights up under Max's attention at all times.
He leans down to meet that kiss without hesitation, his hand coming up to touch Max's cheek gently. The power's intense enough to make his head spin a little, sending a little shiver down his spine, but Jamie's fascinated above anything else. As eager to understand more of this as he is everything else about Max. He'll draw out the kiss as long as he can manage, just trying to stay connected as much as he can.]
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He can feel the storm simmer below the surface, that little dark pit -- the dark possessive side of him grips Jamie's ass a little tighter, even through Jamie's sunlight on his face. He shivers ever so slightly against his lover. ]
We were made to watch and take advantage of. Always need you watching me. Only me, my sweet angel.
[Fingers are gentle as they measure the length of Jamie's spine again. He's so fucking lucky, and he knows it. He won't let his doubts get to him. He won't let any curse of his family tear this apart. His brother and sister both made it. It's his turn now. Sighing, he raises his fingers to laze through Jamie's hair.]
Fuck. I guess we should probably pass out, or I don't know. I'm worked up and tired all at once. It's the strangest feeling.
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His head drops to rest against Max's chest at the feeling of fingers in his hair, humming softly, considering.] We can just -- try to relax for a little while. I don't think I could sleep anyway.
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[All the intensity of Max Evans was plenty; all of it laser-focused on how he loved Jamie was going to be an avalanche of emotions in the best and worst ways. Max already could feel it inside him, but he trusted Jamie to handle it all, to handle him. Max wouldn't have given Jamie the mark-- or have made love to him in the way he just did if he didn't think they could do this.
Maybe it would blow up in Max's face, but wasn't this worth it-- this night, this love? Having this for as long as he did was worth any amount of pain he might face later. Jamie was worth it all. Max was sure of that now. He leaned against Jamie and watched as the younger male relaxed against his chest, no doubt hearing the pounding of his heart tumbling away in his chest, sighing softly. Max closed his eyes and thought about what the future would bring for them. ]