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profitinaecho · 4 years ago

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So You Wanna Spin Ch9

Max skims a hand up Liz’s exposed thigh where her black nightgown rode up in her sleep, smiling as goosebumps erupt over her skin. “Good morning.” His deep voice rumbles as Liz stretches.

“What time is it? You’re already dressed.” Liz remarks, noticing Max is already in crisp jeans and a blue plaid shirt. Liz’s hands flutter around her wild dark mane trying to tame it without a comb.

“9. I wanted to let you sleep. We’re already checked out, you just have to pack.” He watches her wake up fascinated. They always see each other first thing in the morning but they haven’t ever woken up together before.

Liz quickly sits up, flustered, Max’s wandering hand dropping to the bed. They’re running hours behind. “9! Max, we have to be on the road to get to El Paso to check in.”

Max chuckles and rolls her over under him, pecking her nose. “Nobody is going to be hoarding hotel rooms in El Paso in September. Kids are in school, it will be a ghost town. Just like everywhere else we’ve stayed.” Max goes to give her a proper good morning kiss and Liz wiggles out from under him. She’s running and he lets her, because he knows she will make a move on him when she’s comfortable again.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” It’s an excuse while she processes what happened the night before and they both know it. Max will let her run away- for now.

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“I’m sorry the hotel breakfast was packed up by the time we got down there, Liz.” Max glances over at his partner contrite. “We can pick up anything you want on the way out of town that you want. Oh! Look, that place with the croissants you like.” Max automatically turns on his blinker and heads for the small bakery. Liz had had their chocolate croissant three days that week.

Max pulls into the bakery parking lot as Liz’s personal cell phone rings and she picks it up with a bubbly “Hola!”. Max pantomimes nibbling a croissant and sipping coffee and Liz nods. He smiles at her rapid fire spanish knowing she is talking to her father and slips out of his seat leaving her to talk to him in peace.

When he returns with her coffee that is more cream than coffee and her chocolate chip croissant a few minutes later, Liz is giggling and talking about some telenova called Rubi. He can hear Arturo on the other line insisting that she needs to catch up on it so they can discuss the latest developments on it together. Apparently, something scandalous happened in the newest episode and he can only discuss it with Liz.

Suddenly, Liz hears a wail of aye caramba and a crash in the background at the Crashdown. “Papi, are you ok?” Max glances over at her concerned before merging onto interstate 10 towards El Paso

“It’s just Fernando. He forgot to use a potholder again.” Liz can practically see her father shaking his head in resignation that his employee will just drop pots every now and then. “Is Max there?”

Max sits up straighter as if Arturo can see him and smiles nervously at Liz. “Yes he is. Why?” Liz asks her father suspiciously.

“He's treating you right? Keeping his hands to himself?” Arturo growls on the other end of the phone. He is a short man, but he protects his family ferociously.

“Of course, Papi.” Liz sing songs back to him, in a well trained way from teenagehood that probably saved her boyfriend in high school’s life.

“Have a good trip, my amore” Arturo ends the call after another crash in the kitchen.

“Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out I touched you.” Max gulps, moving over a lane to avoid a tumbleweed on the two lane highway.

“He better not. I’m a grown ass woman.” Liz takes a defiant sip of her coffee and unwraps her croissant. She hates it when her father treats her like a baby.

Soon, Max’s personal cell phone rings. His eyes widen comically when his phone begins playing “Bossy” by Kelis and Liz raises an eyebrow at him in question at the bouncy club song. Max asks Liz to answer it since he’s driving and put it on speaker.

“Hello? Detective Evans’ phone” Liz answers Max’s phone after swallowing her mouthful of breakfast quickly, putting him on speaker phone.

“Oh my god, is this Liz?” Bursts an excited female voice. “Don’t worry, this isn’t a booty call. This is his sister, Isobel. He kept talking and talking about you and swearing you were real.”

Liz giggles nervously and Max growls “Isobel!”

“It’s true little brother!” Isobel chirps back at him cheerfully.

“We’re twins and I’m taller than you. So I’m the older sibling…” Max starts, just as they had argued countless times before.

“If you say so. Anyway, did you finally touch her or still jerking it behind closed doors.” They could hear the smile in her voice but nonetheless, Max sputtered.

“Oh my god.” Max blushed from the collar of his shirt to his ears.

“Oh! I finally mastered that hovercrafting technique you walked in on me practicing with Noah, you’ll be glad to know.”

Max gags in response while Isobel laughs delighted at his discomfort in her sex life. “Did you just call to torture me in front of my partner?”

“Of course not. Mom said to tell you to come to dinner next Sunday if you are back by then. You should bring Liz so we can meet her.”

“I’m sure Liz has better things to…” Max offers Liz an out, unsure if he is hoping she will accept or not. On the one hand, he wants to get serious with this woman. On the other, his family is freaking embarrassing.

“I’m free Sunday.” Liz pipes up, listening to the siblings fondly. It makes her miss her sister, Rosa.

“Traitor.” Max mumbles at her.

Isobel laughs delightedly. “Perfect! Just bring yourself. Mom always overcooks and has too much wine.”

“Is there such a thing?” Liz smiles.

“You read my mind! Love you, BABY brother.” Isobel exclaims then hangs up.

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Max breaks it. “So, you’re coming to family dinner.” He sees the sign for Texas approaching up ahead.

“You met my dad. It’s only fair. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re colleagues.” Liz twirls her long black hair nervously.

“Right.” Max smirks at her nonchalance.

“Your sister is a lot. Mine was too.” Liz smiles over at Max then jumps at a sudden loud pop. Max curses as the SUV swerves just as they cross the Texas border and eases it to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

“What was that?” Liz looks around panicked for the culprit of the noise.

“Flat tire. It will be ok. We have a spare.” Max leans across the console to squeeze her hand reassuringly then starts unbuttoning his plaid shirt to go out in the peak Texas sun.

“Max, is this really the time?” Liz flushes, watching his nimble fingers undo the buttons, transfixed.

“It’s hot outside, Liz. You’re lucky I’m not stripping down to my boxers.” Max winks at her then tosses her his shirt playfully. Liz only huffs his rain scented shirt a little.

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Liz bites her lip as she watches Max’s arms flex as he finishes tightening the lugnuts on the spare tire on the back right of the cruiser. Max comes up to her open window drenched in sweat carrying the wrench and shoves his head in her window.

“Ohmygodthatfeelssogood.” Max groans when the cool AC hits his face. He gently hands the wrench to Liz then playfully shakes off his sweaty hair in her direction making her squeal at him. “I got the tire put on. We need to stop at the first safe looking hotel we see to stop for the night. I’m not sure the spare will make it all the way to the hotel we were supposed to stop at.”

He gently takes the bottle of water she hands him and goes around to the driver’s side of the cruiser. He waits until an 18 wheeler passes and there is an opening in traffic before opening his door and hopping in quickly. He whips off his sweat soaked white undershirt and tosses it into the backseat, cranking the AC full blast. Liz traces his tattoos with her eyes before being startled by him clearing his throat.

“Elizabeth, my eyes are up here.” Max gestures at his eyes firmly, before breaking into a grin at her contrite expression. “You're always welcome to look at me, Liz.”

Liz curls into herself at the butterflies that erupt in her stomach at his words, looking out the window for a hotel. “There, Max!” She points one long crimson fingernail at the run down but well lit motel off the side of the road.

“Good eye, Liz.” Max agrees, turning on his blinker. It is Friday night and the small motel is across the street from a busy bar but seems to be relatively empty. Finding a room shouldn’t be a problem.

Max puts his plaid shirt back on and buttons it up smiling lopsidedly over at Liz. “Ready?”

At her nod, he meets her around at the hood of the cruiser, placing his palm gently on her lower back to guide her to the front door of the motel. When they reach the front door, he holds it open for her like his mother always taught him to do then follows her to the front desk.

“Welcome to Motel Del Turo, how can I help you?” A rail thin teenage boy with braces asks from the other side of the counter.

“We need two adjoining rooms, please.” Liz crosses her arms and smiles serenely up at the boy.

“Oh. We only have one room. It has a king size bed.” The boy wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s the jalapeño room. VERY spicy.”

“Oh. No, we couldn’t possibly… I’ll sleep in the cruiser. ” Max starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly! We’re both adults and I will just end up in your room anyway.” Liz argues, placing her hands on her hips.

“You sure?” Max searches her eyes for any hesitation, although she has ended up in his room a lot lately.

“Positive. I don’t want to sleep in this hotel alone, Max.” Liz looks up at him through her long lashes, biting her lip.

“We’ll take it.” Max decides, sliding the teen his company card.

“You guys need condoms, towels or anything?” The boy nods his head suggestively at Max.

“Just the towels, thank you.” Max signs his name on the receipt feeling like he’s having some sort of out of body experience.

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