posted on 28-Nov-2001 1:54:26 PM by Trinity Star1323
Okay, I'm posting this for my sister, so any and all updates will be posted by me.

Title: No Ordinary Love
Author: Carmen
Email: carmen_52423⊕hotmail.com
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: UPN owns Roswell, the characters, and situations. No infringement intended. Nothing is mine.
Summary: Viva Las Vegas revised. Everyone gets what they need, but not necessarily what they thought they wanted going into this.
Category: Zan/Liz with others.
Authors Notes:

The arcade was bursting with children who were running around, finding one game after another to waste their money on, only to win some inexpensive junk that would ultimately end up in the trash. In the center of all of that was a very pissed off Tess, and beside her was Liz, who looked just as unhappy. They had just been thrown out of the casino due to their youthful good looks and were confined to the hotel suit and the arcade.

“You know what it is? It's because we're small. If we weren't so damn short, he would have totally bought that we were 21, so what I'm going to do, I'm going to mindwalk the security guard, making him think that we are 5' 10'' and then we just go in,” Tess complained as Liz rolled her eyes. This had not been her idea of a good time. To be stuck with Tess in Las Vegas was the last thing Liz ever wanted.

“Tess, just give it up,” Liz argued. Right now she really didn’t want to hear about Tess mindwalking or doing any other alien powers in her presence. The reminder that not only was this the same town she had married Max in, combined with the fact that the woman standing beside her was preventing that from happening did not make for a very good environment.

“Great. I'm stuck in the party capital of the world with Liz Parker. No, if we're feeling dangerous we could challenge a couple of 8 year boys to foosball or go for the ice capades,” Tess retorted sarcastically, causing Liz to openly glare at her. Tess was ready to burst. Originally she had planned to spend the time with Max, but now it seemed as though she was stuck with little Miss Priss Parker.

“You know, for your information I didn't want to come to Vegas in the first place. I knew that this was going to be the most miserable trip of my life. I knew it, but I didn't listen to my instincts. And by the way Tess, I don't enjoy being stuck with you either,” Liz screamed, causing the crowd of people around them to stop playing and stare at the two girls in confusion. However, before Tess could respond with some snappy comeback, Liz was gone, stomping off towards the front door and out into the big, bad world.

“Fine,” Tess mumbled, watching Liz’s retreating figure. She knew they were supposed to stay with another person, but right now Tess didn’t really care. Originally this trip should have been an alien get away, not a human/alien vacation where Michael stole Max away and Kyle went off with Alex. And worse off, Liz was not supposed to get the last word and tell her that she didn’t want to hang out with her; that was completely Tess’ job- or so she believed.

Nearly six hours later, Tess was still in the arcade. She had been playing pinball and was just about fed-up with the game when she started to become good. So she had continued to pump quarters into the machine while trying to achieve the highest score. Of course she knew she could be out in the casino if she chose to, but this was good enough for the time being.

“Not bad,” Max said softly, making Tess jump slightly. She turned and looked at him sheepishly. This was not the way she wanted Max to see her.

“Oh, well, yeah. Yeah after playing 6 hours and a 1000 quarters, you sort of get a rhythm going,” Tess explained shyly. Max nodded. He was slightly surprised to find Tess in the arcade, though it was Maria or someone who had told him she was down here. He had been looking to talk to Liz- to tell her goodbye, but no one knew where she was. So Max had decided he would go look for Tess and ask her, after all, Tess had been the one who had gone off with Liz.

“Yeah, I heard you were down here. I just want to let you know I'm leaving,” Max replied, his voice slightly off key as he remembered the conversation he and Michael had had in jail. Michael was one hundred percent correct, he was a machine, and machines had no place in Las Vegas unless they handed out money.

“Oh! Is everything okay?” Tess asked worriedly. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, letting all of her love and devotion pass through her and hoping he would pick it up.

“Yeah, yeah. It's just... Vegas. Kinda makes your skin crawl,” Max lamented. He had really hoped to become better friends with Michael this weekend. But once again, his attempt had failed. Now Liz was missing in action, Maria was sobbing about one thig or another, and Michael wouldn’t even talk to Max. All in all Max couldn’t find one good thing about this trip. “Anyway… I was ju-just wondering if you’d seen Liz around?”

“No,” Tess answered curtly. On the inside, Tess was seething at the audacity Max had. To come to her only to ask where Liz was- that was the final straw. If he wouldn’t come to her naturally she would use her powers. After all, once he figured out that she was what he really wanted, it really wouldn’t matter.

“Well, I’ve got a plane to catch, so…”

“Yeah, bye Max,” Tess said sweetly, again placing a hand on his shoulder as she forced a connection to flare up between them. And in the next moment, Max was putty in her hands.

* * * * * * * * * *

Everyone arrived at the suit minutes after one ‘clock in the morning- all except Liz, who was still out on the town, or so everyone believed. Max and Tess were holding hand and everyone was laughing. They had just had dinner together and afterwards had danced the night away. All of which came from Michael, who single handily put together the affair, as well as Maria’s chance to sing on stage.

However the jovial mood died down as soon as they all caught sight of Sheriff Valenti, sitting on the couch and holding up the “Guerin Party” sign. Everyone froze as they tried to determine just how much trouble they were in. All in all, Valenti looked pissed.

“At 3:30 yesterday afternoon, Vice-principal McClure contacted me. Apparently, my son didn't show up for detention. Newsflash to me, so I called some of Kyle's friends. Nobody knew where he was. So I made a few other inquiries, and without alarming any of your parents I deduced that you were all missing. By 4:30 I was in a panic. Thought maybe it was a mass kidnapping or an invasion. I knew you guys had to be in some kind of trouble, because there was no way that you would just take off without telling me,” Valenti finished, giving everyone a stern glare.

“We just took a little vacation,” Max argued. He tightened his grip on Tess’ hand and in return she gave him the strength to stand up to the Sheriff.

“So you skipped school. Missing class is excusable if it involves saving a planet-- yours, mine, or any other. It is not acceptable if it is done in the name of under-age gambling. Is that clear? Each one of your parents is going to hear from me later today. I expect you back in Roswell this afternoon. Kyle, get in the car,” Valenti yelled, making his statement quite clear. There was no room for argument and everyone knew it.

“I was up $1,600…” Kyle started to protest, but was quickly cut off.

“Now!” Valenti bellowed. He ushered Kyle out, but suddenly stopped and turned on his heel. Then he asked the one question that had been plaguing Kyle and Maria’s minds all night, “Where’s Liz?”

“She-uh, sort of took off,” Tess answered sheepishly. This of course earned everyone an icy cold glare compliments of Sheriff Valenti.

“Find her, and tell her that I expect her back in Roswell this afternoon as well,” Valenti stated before turning and leaving with Kyle by his side.

“I’m glad I’m adopted,” Michael quipped, hugging Maria to him as he watched the two Valenti men disappear.

“Yeah, me too,” Tess added; though soon she too was proven wrong.

“Tess! Don’t make me come back in there…” Tess didn’t say a word as she disentangled her hand from Max’s and fled from the room. The remaining five stared at each other in hopeless abandon. How were they supposed to find Liz in Las Vegas at this hour? She could be in a thousand different places, and right now no one had the first clue. However it was Maria who finally took the initiative to find her best friend.

“Ok, Max, you take the north section of town, Alex you take the west wing, Michael and I will take the south, and Isabel will check out the east side,” Maria instructed. And before anyone knew it, they had left and were scooping out the town.

Three hours later they returned without any clues as to where Liz could be and worried that maybe something had happened to her.

* * * * * * * * * *

The sun shone down on Liz’s face and as much as she wanted to retreat from it, she found that she was unable to move. The dull throb in her head worsened, as the persistent sunrays became brighter with each passing moment. A part of her wondered where she was and why she could feel the sun permeating her skin, but the other part of her was content being pressed against the hard body next to her.

The hard nude body next to her.

The hard nude body pressed tightly against her own naked form.

Fear coursed through her as she scrambled to free herself from the man’s arms, but with each movement she made, the man tightened his grip. She shifted her legs, only to find that they too were tangled with the man beside her. Again she tried to open her eyes, but her headache only worsened. It was too bright and at this point Liz knew she was powerless to do anything.

The weirdest part about all of this, Liz wasn’t afraid of the man beside her, she was afraid of what they were doing out in the middle of a desert in a convertible, completely naked. She was almost positive of what had taken place between them, and while the thought should sicken her, Liz had this undeniable feeling that it didn’t.

Stretching as best as she could, Liz soon came in contact with more of the man’s muscular body. First were his arms, which were tightly holding her against his well-built chest, which she was currently using as a bed. Then of course there were his legs, which were tangled with her own.

Suddenly Liz’s eyes snapped open as she registered something else- he was still inside of her. She could feel his hard member pressing into her wetness, and as much as she wanted to be disgusted by what she was now positive of, she couldn’t be. His was right.

With her eyes now open, Liz removed her head from where it had previously been buried in his neck, and stole a glance at the man whom she had lost her virginity to. Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she took in Max’s sleeping face. Only, it wasn’t Max.

“Oh my god,” Liz whispered. This time she forcefully tried to pull herself from this man’s arms, only he wouldn’t have it. Liz was at a complete loss. Zan was dead, and yet here he was, right beneath her and completely naked. Could it really be Zan or did this guy just happen to look identical to Max Evans’?

The next thought to occur was of course connected to that of Max and her visitor from fourteen years in the future. She had broken her promise to Future Max. She had cemented her relationship, though she wasn’t sure if this really counted. After all this wasn’t exactly Max, this was Zan- or someone who looked a hell of a lot like Zan. She could clearly see all of his piercing and tattoos, some of which were in some pretty interesting places.

Wriggling about, Liz tried to get a better look at the man who looked so much like Zan.

“Mine,” Zan mumbled as he felt her move about. He tightened his grip around her waist, and feeling that he was still buried deep within her, a smile formed on his lips as he began to slowly thrust into her. His hands moved to her butt, bringing her all that much closer.

His lips searched for her chin and he nibbled very gently as Liz breathed in his ear and felt him caress her tighter. Without even meaning to, Liz began reacting and moving with him. Their bodies were intertwined now, their legs pressed between each other's. Zan had begun to fondle and kiss her breasts, unable to keep his hands off Liz for too long. Even though she felt a small bit of pain, it didn't compare to the way it felt to finally be completely with Zan, or whoever this was. A connection flared to life like never before, and both Zan and Liz relished the fact that they could be so open and free when they were joined together.

Once he was sure she was ready, Zan began by lifting Liz's hips so as to start the rhythm that she seemed incapable of beginning herself. She quickly followed his lead as her instincts took over and she used her muscles to increase the friction of him going in and out of her. Loosening and tightening them as he moved in and out of her faster and harder. Her body rapidly approached another wave of pleasure and Liz didn't know anything except how it felt to have Zan stroking up and down inside of her. Her hips moved involuntarily as she began to hit her peak with each succeeding stroke of Zan.
Breathing became difficult and Liz couldn't control her body, and she needed Zan to take complete control now. The muscle contractions were animalistic, caused by the intensity of Liz's pleasure, not by conscious effort. This increased Zan's desire, as he was very close now. Wanting to please Liz, Zan tried to hold back, until she begged for him to come with her.

As Zan approached his climax, Liz felt a wave take her higher than ever before. Zan continued to hold her hips as he continued to pump into her and watched as her head fell back causing her hair to cascade down her back and a moan escaped her lips. Her lips were slightly pared, her eyes shut tightly, and to Zan she looked unlike any creature he had ever seen before. He watched in awe as the light shinning down on them out lined her body, making her look like some sort of heavenly creature. Her chest heaved and a blissful smile graced her lips.

“Baby…” Zan bit out as he felt himself spilling his seed inside of her.

"Zan!" Liz’s strangled moaned of his name only turned Zan on even more, but he chose to ignore it, just as she ignored the images that fluttered through her mind. She didn't want anything to interrupt what their love making, including flashes. Collapsing on his chest, Zan caressed Liz's soft skin, and pulled her tightly against him, never wanting to let go of her again. Zan smiled down at his angel and kissed the top of her forehead gently

He placed another kiss on the crown of her head before pulling her body tightly against his and resting his head near hers. However a moment later, Liz popped up and looked at Zan in surprise.

“Oh my god!” Liz exclaimed. Her eyes danced about the barren desert. She couldn’t believe what she had just done, or more importantly whom she had done it with. She was completely clueless as to how this had come about. Aside from that, Liz couldn’t fathom how she had been able to do it in such a public place. Granted no one was around, but they were out where anyone could catch them, and they were in a car that was completely visible. “What have I done?”

“Mmm, you’s mine,” Zan answered for her with a lazy smile. And that was the first time Liz saw the small slip of paper lying on the dashboard. It was framed with a tacky gold frame, but the words were what was important, not the frame. After all, how many times did someone see the words: Marriage License.


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posted on 28-Nov-2001 1:55:06 PM by Trinity Star1323
Chapter 2

The seven teens gathered around the Parker’s living room. Isabel and Max knew they were in a great deal of trouble already, but it was the Parker’s presence that really scared them. They had been unable to find Liz anywhere and right now everyone was out of ideas. The Las Vegas police force had been notified and when asked if a Shirley Temple or Liz Parker had been dropped off they found no one. No one had a clue as to where Liz ran off.

Maria kept blinking to keep the tears away, and Michael held her tightly in his arms, knowing that he was going to receive the burden of taking the blame for this. After all this was his trip and he had been the one to let Liz come along, thus he was responsible. He had a hard time believing Liz had just run off, especially when she was Miss Responsible. This just wasn’t her deal.

Max and Tess stood beside each other with their hands entwined and a goofy grin spread of Tess’ lips. While a part of her wished that Max would come to her willingly she didn’t mind having to use her powers to get win him over. Though now it appeared as though Little Miss Perfect was gone, and for that Tess was quite grateful. No longer would she have to fend off Max’s emotions that swirled around inside of him, all of which pertained to Liz. Max on the other hand was staring down at the ground, arms crossed, and unwavering as they were lectured. He was still trying to figure out what he had seen before the dinner the night before. He had clearly seen himself and Liz; complete in wedding attire- only it wasn’t exactly him.

Alex and Isabel were off to the side. For Alex it was hard to believe that his best friend could possibly be gone. He had known that Liz and Max was going through a tough time what with Tess around, and now that it appeared as though Tess and Max were an item he could see why Liz might take off. But not without telling someone. And Isabel couldn’t believe that Liz was putting them through all of this. Had she come home with the rest of them then their parents never would have been the wiser and they could have gotten off scotch free.

Kyle stood beside his father, who was animatedly waving his hands about, yelling, and telling their parents about their wild weekend. It concerned him that Liz was gone, but he also knew that she was tough enough and could take care of herself. After all she had taken care of herself for a whole year prior to his knowing about the aliens and she could continue to do so. Beside these aliens weren’t any help.

The parents couldn’t believe their children had done this. Disappointment was the only emotion running through the room, making all the teenagers feel sorry for their irrational behavior. The idea that their children had made fake ids and used them in Las Vegas for illegal purposes appalled them. But the fact that they lost one of their friends and never even thought to find her completely took them by surprise.

Mr. Parker kept glaring at Max, but he wouldn’t look at anyone except Tess. And Mrs. Parker went between shaking her head in disappointment and glowering at Max for turning her little baby into a runaway. She was positive all of this was Max’s fault.

“What I want to know is where my daughter is!” Jeff finally bellowed over Sheriff Valenti. Jim looked up, startled by the normally quiet café owner. He had never heard Jeff so mad before, though he fully understood his anger. Had it been Kyle who was gone he would be equally angry.

“Max? Michael? Would you two care to explain?” Jim implored, looking at them pointedly.

“Hey it was a free for all. They were supposed to stick with a buddy, and obviously Liz didn’t,” Michael supplied the answer, only it wasn’t quite the answer anyone was looking for.

“Why you…”

“Jeff, calm down… we’ll find Liz and make sure that she gets home safely,” Jim said calmly. “Now Tess, you were the last one to see Liz. Where did she go?”

“I don’t know, she just stormed out of the casino,” Tess explained. It was a bogus answer and she knew it, but at least it was the truth. Beside having Liz around was detrimental to Max’s min and heart, at least it was where Tess was concerned.

“Fine, until further notice you are all grounded. No going out, no telephone or television, no extra curricular activities- nothing. You are all to come home immediately after school and help Jeff and Nancy in finding Liz,” Jim instructed. He and the other adults had discussed this before hand and had decided this was the best possible route. “Now, come on, we have to work to do.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Yo, you’s okay?” Zan asked. He glanced down at his wife who was snugly tucked under his arm. They were driving down the highway back towards Roswell- her home. The wind whipped her hair around, which she would continually push away. Her clothes were gone and all Liz had was her wedding dress to wear much to Zan’s liking. Her wedding dress blew in the wind, clinging to her small frame, and it took all of Zan’s strength to not pull over and strip her from it once again. She looked just like an angel and she was all his.

“I-uh… yeah, I’m fine,” Liz sniffled, trying her best to keep from crying. After the initial shock wore off, and after Liz had thoroughly freaked out, everything had been better. She wiped at her eyes and then resumed clinging to Zan. She wasn’t crying because she was sad, but rather she was crying because she knew her parents would never understand and Liz knew she couldn’t live without Zan. It was as though she couldn’t get enough of him, and though she knew next to nothing about him or how he had survived, she still couldn’t bring herself to pull away from him. Future Max had been right when he had said they were inseparable.

Zan nodded, placing a light kiss on the crown of her head. He glanced down at her and watched as she brought her legs up to rest on the extra seat space. He noticed the way she slightly winced in pain upon moving her lower half. He had known she had been a virgin and he had completely forgotten that she would experience some pain.

“I hurt you,” Zan whispered, his voice thick with pain. It had never been his intention to hurt her. And to think they had made love two more times this morning before finally taking off. Taking a hand from the steering wheel he reached down and ran his hand up her dress to her waiting heat. He almost lost control of the car at the feel of her wet heat, but he quickly regained his composure and healed her. “Better?”

“Thank you,” Liz mumbled against his broad chest, which she was now caressing. Zan never took his hand out from under her dress, and Liz never protested. She couldn’t get enough of him. However, she also couldn’t stop questioning how this had come about. “Wh-what happened?”

“You knows what happen-I healed you,” Zan answered simply. He knew she knew about his alien heritage and he knew that she was part hybrid like him, but he didn’t know how.

“No, I know that, but between us- what happened? Ho-how did we get married?” Liz implored though never ceasing from caressing his bronze skin and sculptured chest, which was bared to the world at this point. She toyed with his nipple ring, scraping her fingernails over it before giving it a light yank. She bit back a smile at his low growl, however Zan soon had his own revenge and it was Liz who was left moaning as his fingers danced up and down her thighs, over her waiting heat.

“You’s don’t remember?” Zan asked. He had known she was drunk, but she still had had all her senses and there had been no doubts for either of them as they had tied the knot or made love. Then again he had been slightly drunk as well.

“I remember walking away from Tess after getting in an argument, and I remember going to a pool hall… I was playing when I saw you. I don’t remember anything after that,” Liz said, tucking a foot beneath her, trying to stop Zan’s roaming hands. She bit back a moan as he pushed aside her panties. This was not good. “I sort of remember talking with you and then we went and played some pool, right?”

“You’s was pretty wasted by then,” Zan added. Which was funny considering she had only had a sip of his beer, a practically full beer that had been making Zan just as tipsy. However all of that wore off as soon as he had laid eyes on her. It was funny he knew that she knew what he was, and he was pretty sure that she was like him, but there were some subtle differences. He would bring those up later, after he had had some time to think those differences through- when he was far enough away from Liz so he could think clearly.

“Oh god,” Liz moaned as his hands continued working their magic. Her eyes fluttered shut as she fought to remain in enough control to continue this conversation. After a moment or two her breathing returned to normal even though Zan was still going. “I-uh… I was drunk?”

“Yeah… you’s came into the bar all angry and shit. I offered ya a sip of my beer, next thing I know we’re gettin' kicked out of the bar for indecent exposure,” the image of he and Liz going at it on the pool table fluttered through his mind and instantly he regretted remembering that. Everything was still slightly hazy and I Zan knew anything then he and Liz would remember soon enough. He glanced down at Liz and watched as she licked her lips and then locked eyes with him. Her cheeks were all flushed and he knew that what he was doing was causing all of this, and that alone made him want to continue.

“Wh-what happened afterwards?” Liz asked, though afraid to ask. She still couldn’t believe that she had done this. What was she going to tell her parents? What was she going to tell the others? What was she going to tell Max?

There was no way her parents would ever accept or understand the fact that she had not only married this man who was Max’s duplicate, but that she actually loved him and wanted to be with him. It was something that was slightly strange for Liz, especially since she had only known Zan for a little over twelve hours or so. But she knew that she loved him, though she could offer no explanation on as to why or how.

“I don’t ‘member. We’s got hitched at some Elvis chapel and you’s was spouting off something about how we’s supposed to waits till we’re nineteen…” Zan chuckled, but again the memory was vague in his mind. He couldn’t help but think that there had to be things that had happened in between the time they had gotten married and everything else.

“Oh,” Liz said blankly. She contemplated telling him about future Max and everything that had happened with him, but it seemed a little too late to say she couldn’t be with him because he needed to be with Ava. Everything Future Max had said had happened, just the time line was a little askew. They had made love and married, thus connecting them forever. And maybe that was why Liz hadn’t even though of Max in the last five minutes. “I have to admit, its sort of weird seeing and feeling you right now- Ava said you were dead.”

“Almost dead, not completely. Protector saved me,” Zan answered gruffly, and Liz could tell by their connection that he didn’t want to talk about it. Not that they needed to talk for Liz to find out what was wrong. She picked all of it up through their connection. “What yous did wasn’t right… my dupe don’t deserve you.”

“You know?” Liz asked skeptically. She knew he was talking about Future Max. Beside that, Liz was taking Zan’s return from death very well, though she guessed that was because of their connection.

“Everything,” Zan replied quietly. His hand stilled for a moment and he simply cupped her heat as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I never woulda believed ya if it had been me seein’ you. He saw into your soul when he saved ya, he shoulda known ya better.”

“I didn’t think he’d believe it either, but I guess that’s the difference between you two,” Liz mused. Smiling up at him, Liz sighed, completely content with the moment upon them. Her parents still didn’t know and for right now it was just the two of them. Life was perfect.

“Ya betta’ believe that’s the difference. I knows you better than anyone- yous mine,” Zan proclaimed possessively. He could tell that there were other things plaguing her, such as how he had lived, why he wasn’t with Ava, what her parents would think, and at the forefront of her brain was the question of how this had all come about. He was just as confused about how they had gotten married and ended up in the desert, but it didn’t take a scientist; though he had found out Liz was just that last night. They had gotten drunk and done what they wanted- they were completely uninhibited. Repeating his words from before, Zan smiled as he chanted the statement once more. “Yous mine.”


posted on 28-Nov-2001 1:55:30 PM by Trinity Star1323

Chapter 3

Mrs. Zan Antar. Mrs. Liz Antar. Liz Antar. No matter how many different ways Liz said it, it always brought a smile to her lips. She couldn’t hide how deliriously happy she was over the fact that she and Zan were married, even if they did know nothing about one another.

The few things that she did know was that Zan was everything Max had been before Tess and the word destiny came along. And while she knew it was selfish to even think of remaining with Zan while he was supposed to be with Ava, Liz couldn’t bring herself to tear herself away. It was like Future Max had said, they were inseparable, and it was all because they had made love. Beside she had given up so much already.

Liz had absolutely no memories of their night, but she knew that she and Zan had indeed made love and that they had gotten married. How she would hide these facts from her parents and what she and Zan would do evaded her at the moment, but they had a good four hours to figure it out.

They had yet to extract themselves from each other’s embrace. Liz was still tucked under Zan’s arm, staring up at him in wonder and adoration as he drove, sneaking glances at her every few seconds. Since their earlier conversation nothing much had been said. Both were too content in each other’s arms to even bare thinking about something as horrible as having to break apart.

But the matter did need to be dealt with, and as much as Liz wanted to wait until they drew closer to Roswell, she figured it would be better to get their stories straight. They also needed to work out how they would fit Zan into Roswell without everyone connecting him to Max, as he was an exact replica, despite the piercing, hair, and taste in clothing.

There were quite a few issues to be talked about. The marriage was at the forefront of those as it would have the greatest effect on just about everything. Liz knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay away from Zan and vice versa-- Zan quickly agreed this upon as he whispered in her mind that he wasn’t about to let her go anywhere far. Then of course was the problem that Liz was still seventeen, thus making her a minor. Zan had remedied this when they had gone to the chapel, though neither Liz nor Zan knew what he had done as her license was back to normal. Liz had a sneaking suspicion that he had merely forged some sort of note or release from her parents, giving them the right to be married, though at this point anything was possible since there was no proof.

The next issue to work through was what to do about Max. In no way did Liz want to hurt him, but she loved Zan. And despite her normally strong feelings for Max, they all seemed to have disappeared, only to be replaced by her love for Zan. Again Liz guessed this had something to do with the fact that she and Zan had cemented their relationship. And again Zan quickly agreed, only this time it was with a kiss to her forehead.

Another problem was that they couldn’t get enough of each other. They always had to be touching each other in some way or another. This would prove to be one of their biggest problems because both knew that without each other they would be lost. Which was a surprise for Liz because she hardly even knew Zan. And yet, in some strange way, Liz knew more then she would ever need to.

The next pressing issues were Liz’s parents. This was more of Liz’s concern then Zan’s. All Zan cared was that he and Liz remained together, and if that meant taking her away from her parents then he would. He would have no one stand in his way when it came to Liz. It had been that way the night before and he would continue to keep her by his side not matter what. Liz, on the other hand, was unsure of how to deal with this. She would have to come up with some sort of story to tell her parents as well as the others as to why she came home a day later. She too was unwilling to give Zan up, but she didn’t want to hurt her parents. However, if she had to choose, Liz knew whom she would pick.

And finally there was the small problem of the others. Liz knew that the moment Max, Michael, Isabel and Tess got wind that Zan was alive and kicking they would want to meet him and find out as much as possible. They’d also wonder how he had survived, something Liz still wondered. Then of course there was Ava, Rath and Lonnie. While Liz knew that Zan felt nothing for any of them anymore she also knew that the others wouldn’t believe him, especially after what Lonnie and Rath did. And they would also wonder why he was with Liz.

“Wh-what are we going to do?” Liz asked tentatively.

“Bouts’ what?” Zan questioned back. Not that he wasn’t worried about what would happen when they got back, he just didn’t see a reason to think about it now. Right now he just wanted to savior being completely and utterly surrounded by his wife. She was the woman he had always been waiting for, this he knew not only in his heart, but mind, body and soul as well. She was what completed him.

“I’m only seventeen, Zan.” Liz stated seriously. She reached into his pants and took out his wallet, causing Zan to squirm in the process. She leafed through his wallet, trying to find what she was looking for. “And you are twenty according to your ID.”

“So? Plenty of women marry older men.” Zan retorted but knowing exactly what his wife was talking about. “Sides, you’ll be eighteen soon…”

“In six months…” The gears in her mind began to turn as she thought of a way to work through this. “So if we can keep this under the table for six months… then everything should work out. We could run away on my birthday…”

“Have a six month anniversary honeymoon.” Zan interjected with a grin on his face. He loved the idea of running off with Liz for some time away from everyone who was obviously going to cause them problems. But he didn’t like the idea of hiding the fact that he and Liz were married because that left Liz available to other men. And if there was one thing Zan was not willing to allow was another man touching his wife. “But you’s mine. You’s my wife.”

“I know… I’m yours forever.” Liz whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips before returning to her resting-place with her head cradled against his chest. “But there is no way my parents will allow me to get married or to be married. There will be too many questions. We just have to be creative about things, not let people know that....”

“No, you’s my wife. You are mine.” Zan said fiercely. His arm, which had been slung around her shoulders, moved as he lifted her dress and pointed to the small swirling symbol he had placed on her thigh. It looked identical to the symbol on the orb Liz and Max had found only a year ago. It was his symbol, showing that she was indeed his mate, queen, wife, and lover. “This makes you mine.”

“But Zan, my parents will flip out. If they find out that I got married to a complete stranger- a stranger as in someone they don’t know- then they will take me away and I will never see you again. And I can’t live without you so I think that just pretending for six months that I’m not married is for the best.” Liz argued.

“We could run away together. We could go anywheres you wanted. Anything for my queen” Zan offered. His voice was hushed and slightly husky. Liz immediately picked up the underlying meaning of his words and had to shut her eyes to fight off the urge to have him pull over so he could fill the hunger that had suddenly surged through her. “Costa Rica, the Bahamas, Hawaii, anywhere. Just you, me and a sturdy bed.”

“Oh god, Zan…” Liz purred as fleeting images of she and Zan naked on the beach making love entered her mind. She could see it all so vividly. The sun would be going down and their bodies would be covered in sweat as they fell apart in each other’s arms over and over again. “Please…”

“Please what?” Zan asked; his voice still soft and suggestive.

“No… we have to talk. And… and we can’t run away from our problems.” Liz had no clue where she was finding all this control, but she was definitely glad that she found it because there was no way she would normally be able to resist the things Zan was doing to her. “Please, Zan… please.”

“All right, I’ll be good.” Zan promised. However Liz was far to distracted, for somehow or another Zan’s hand had crept back up her wedding dress and was gently massaging her thighs, caressing the symbol he had branded her with sometime during their love making. She swallowed the lump in her throat and fought to remain in control of her dwindling control. “So whats else do wes got to discuss?”

“Huh? Liz asked distractedly cause Zan to smile in satisfaction. Cshaking her head to clear the fog from her mind, Liz looked up into Zan’s laughing eyes and laughed softly to herself. “Well, first thing is first… I need to get out of this wedding dress and…”

“Oh, see that I can help yous out with…” Zan chirped in, his hand moving a little closer to her heat. He could feel how hot and ready she was, and as much as he wanted to take her he knew that she was trying to be serious right now. Anyway, they had already stopped two times since they had started off to Roswell.

“And I intend to give you that privilege again, but as I was going to say, I need to get some normal clothes. I can’t go back to Roswell in my wedding dress, no matter how badly I want to.” Liz insisted and Zan merely shrugged. Just as long as he got his way with her and he was the one to remove that dress then he really didn’t mind.

“Back to the problem before.” Zan suddenly instructed causing Liz to sigh. This would be a hard situation to come over and right now Liz only saw it as a lose-lose situation. She thought for only a minute before voicing her first idea.

“It’s going to be hard explaining to everyone that knows about you how you are alive and how we got married. And there is no way my parents will go for me being married to anyone right now. So we could wait the six months and then I could convince everyone to go back to Vegas- school will be out so it’ll be a party and a vacation that our parents can’t protest. You could be there and I could go off and meet up with you… then we could regroup with my friends the next morning and tell them what happened… only we’d tell them it happened that night.” Liz knew she was stretching it with this, but there really was no other option at this point.

“No. I won’t wait six months to be with you.” Zan protested ardently.

“No, no… for the six months while I’m still seventeen we’ll just have to be careful.” Liz agreed adamantly. “First we’ll have to find someplace for you to stay. Because you can’t stay at my place unless my parents are gone and you’ll need someplace to stay while I’m at school. And you can’t walk around Roswell with that look because everyone will notice you and wonder what’s going on.”

“So I stays out of sight during the day, gots it. But yous sleep with me.” Zan instructed. He wasn’t about to give up the feeling of holding his wife in his arms while they slept, or didn’t sleep as the case might be. There were just some things Zan wasn’t willing to give up.

“Yeah… yeah you can sneak into my room at night, or I can tell my parents I’m at Maria’s or Alex’s for the night and just come to you.” The only problem with this was that if she used this excuse then she would have to tell Maria and Alex about Zan. She would have to come up with something to tell them as well. As much as she hated lying to Alex and Maria she knew that she couldn’t tell them about Zan or their marriage because then Michael, Isabel, Max and Tess would know. “An… and if need me or if you need to get in contact with me during the day you can just call me… or if its urgent then…”

“Then I’s can change myself to look like cornball.” Zan finished for her. He knew that she didn’t like the idea and he didn’t either, but if it were the only way that he’d be able to see Liz then he would do it. However, Liz didn’t like the idea because if Tess saw Zan looking like Max and found she and Max together then the end result would be disastrous.

“Fine, but only for emergencies. And we can only talk… Tess can’t see us together.” Liz agreed reluctantly. It was too bad Liz didn’t look up to see Zan grinning as he thought about how much fun it would be to not only play Max Evans’ but to take Liz right in front of Tess every chance he had. Tess had hurt Liz and Zan had no problem in getting her back for all the pain she had caused. However, he couldn’t help but thank Tess for occupying Max because it gave him, Liz.

“What the queen wants, the queen gets.” Zan murmured before sliding his hand over her waiting heat and giving her the release he knew she needed, all while planning his new life with Liz. A life that included everything that she and he had always wanted.


posted on 28-Nov-2001 1:55:59 PM by Trinity Star1323

Chapter 4

For the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes the sales manager looked over at the dressing rooms incredulously, waiting and wondering just how much longer it would take the young lady whom had entered over twenty minutes ago. She had wondered why the girl was in a wedding dress, but the young girl had shrugged her off when asked. When she had ventured towards he room she had heard labored breathing, but brushed it off as her imagination as she was positive that the young woman was alone-- though stranger things had happened.

Finally she decided to give the brown-eyed bride five more minutes before going and knocking to make sure everything was ok. Of course her mind changed when she heard a loud moan followed by a mumbled name. The few other customers in the area looked over towards the dressing room, some in shock others in amusement.

It was definitely time to intervene.

Inside the dressing room…

“Zan…. Zan…. Zannnnn…” Liz whimpered. Her wedding dressed was carelessly thrown to the corner, along with any other garments she had been wearing. Her hands clamped down onto the top of the dressing room sidewall as her thigh tightened around Zan’s neck. But despite her prior pleas for him to stop and give her the break she needed, he continued to feast upon the sweet nectar that came from her body.

The way Zan saw it he only had a few hours before he had to give up his wife and hide, only to see her at night. Not that he was complaining as he planned to use their nights wisely. He also planned to pay Tess back for her little tricks towards Liz, though he couldn’t help but thank Tess for helping in him finding his true wife and lover. And lastly, until he had had his fill he would continue to do as he pleased.

Pulling away slightly, Zan gazed up at his wife and smirked at her sated look. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, short, soft pants were escaping her mouth, and her head was cocked back as she continued to hold onto the top of the stall with her fingers, which were now a off-white color. This was exactly what he had wanted. To give her everything she had always deserved, and he planned to keep things that way.

“Z-zan…” Liz whispered. Her voice was shaky at best and he could tell how hard it was for her to even think at this point. Of course this only elated him even more so as it showed how well he had done at the task in hand. Though, the task hadn’t been one Zan had minded all that much.

However as soon as her eyes opened, Zan was blown away by what he saw. He had thought he had seen her, that he knew her, but now he knew there was a side to Elizabeth Parker-Antar that even he didn’t know.

“Zan, please,” Liz pouted playfully, but the lustful look in her eyes was anything but playful.

In the next moment he was standing on his feet and crushing his lips against her own, using his body to pin her against the wall while her hands fought to free him from his pants. Neither could stop the force driving them towards each other, and while Liz had hoped to wait awhile before doing anything with Zan, she couldn’t fight this.

However, the store clerk could.

“Excuse me… ma’am, is everything alright in there?” The young clerk asked as she skeptically eyed the closed dressing room door. She had distinctly heard the name Zan as well as quite a few moans. And she wasn’t the only one who had heard anything. A few customers were gathered around the entrance to the fitting room- most younger or teenage girls- waiting to find out what was going on. Some were giggling and others were mainly staring in shock at what they were hearing.

In the next moment a low growl and a few sound curses were strung out which were promptly followed by what sounded like a almost inaudible whimper from a more female voice.

“Yesss….” Came from the stall once again with a female tone to it. Of course it was what came next that shocked everyone.

Striding out of the dressing room with a satisfied smirk across his lips, Zan winked at the sales woman as he passed her. A few audible gasps could be heard along with numerous giggles and hushed whispers of “oh my god” and other such nonsense. Many of the teenage girls swooned as they watched the handsome but rebellious looking Zan walk past them, but he paid them no heed, and instead he walked straight up to the register and waited, his eyes glued to the stall which he had just walked out from.

A moment later, walking out on wobbly legs, Liz carefully picked her way towards her husband and the cash register with her wedding dress slung over her arm and wearing the clothes she had chosen, or rather the clothes Zan had chosen for her. It was more then obvious what had just happened, as the rumpled look on Liz told all it needed to. Nothing could compare to the way she was feeling right now, and as much as she hated admitting it, Zan had every right to wear the smile he was right now.

As soon as she reached Zan he possessively wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, letting anyone and everyone around know that she was his and he was not going to stray. The teenage girls scoffed at the girl, or as it seemed, wife of the handsome man, as they couldn’t see what he would ever see in her unless he put out, as it appeared she did.

“Littl’ help?” Zan snapped after he and Liz had waited for a minute. They had already caused enough of a scene, and as much as Zan liked letting everyone know that Liz was his, he still wanted some alone time with her before they reached Roswell, which was only a short ways away.

Snapping out of her shock, the sales woman jumped slightly before quickly walking over to the cash register. She looked at the couple and noticed how the man was completely absorbed by the woman hiding against his side. And it appeared as though the woman was just as besotted with the man holding her so tightly to him.

“Wa-di-ho-wh-“ the sales woman tried to speak but nothing would make its way out of her mouth, as she wasn’t sure what to say. Usually the store would have someone arrested for such behavior, only she hadn’t caught them in the act and there really was no tangible proof.

“Spit it out,” Zan prompted angrily. His time was precious, and even more so as it was growing late. Their plan was for Liz to return home, tell her parents the story they had concocted, and then around midnight or one in the morning, Zan would sneak in.

“How can I help you?” The woman squeaked.

“We’ll just take these,” Liz smiled shyly at the woman as she set down the tags of the clothes she was now wearing: a red tank top, a simple white cotton ribbed long tank gown with venice lace up front and thigh high side slits. Liz had opted for a something simple and it had been Zan who had found the perfect dress, it was simple yet sexy, something Liz was positive Zan liked. Then of course Liz also had to get a pair of shoes, which again she opted for a simple pair of sandals.

After they were all rung up and paid for, Liz and Zan started back towards their car, both dreading what was about to happen. Liz wasn’t sure how she was going to get through six months without Zan, but she prayed that she would be strong enough. And as for Zan, he couldn’t wait until they reached Roswell because not only would he make Tess pay for hurting his wife, but also he would show Max exactly what he had lost.

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As they approached the Crashdown Zan slowed down to the slowest possible speed he could get away with without completely stopping. He wasn’t ready to let Liz go, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it aloud. They had prolonged their trip for as long as possible, but now it was time for the inevitable.

Parked out front of the Crashdown were Maria’s Jetta, Max and Isabel’s Jeep, Kyle’s Mustang, and Michael’s motorcycle. This of course frightened Liz as she had hoped to only face her parents and not the whole group. Glancing over at Zan, she suddenly leaned over and kissed his cheek. She needed to feel him one last time to know that he was real and would be there for her when all of this was over.

Pulling over to the curb, Zan gazed at his wife. She looked like an angel sent from above with her hair down and the white dress he had insisted she buy. It suited her angelic features, making her look like the heavenly creature she was. He couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving his side, and he too understood her need to feel close.

“You’s sure ya don’t wanna go’s away?” Zan asked suddenly as he stopped the car a block away. Immediately he pulled her onto his lap and held her close, reveling in everything that made her, her. Her soft skin caressed his own and her silky hair over his skin like silk or velvet. The thought of her going loomed over him like an impending death sentence and all he prayed was that she would agree to let him whisk her away for the next six months.

“You know I want to… but I can’t do that… not to my family and not to my friends.” Liz whispered as she gloried in the protective hold in which Zan held her. She too wished that she and Zan could simply leave for six months and hide away on some beach where no one would bother them, but she knew that would destroy her parents and friends with worry.

“I know… and that’s why I love you’s so much,” Zan admitted bashfully. However at Liz’s questioning glance he elaborated. “You’s care for everyone so much and you’s never once thinks about your own needs.”

“But I did… I married you- that was selfish.” Liz confessed sadly.

“No, that wasn’t selfish, that was right… that was fate steppin’ in and correctin’ things.” Zan corrected her softly before capturing her lips in a sensuous kiss. They remained together for a moment until Liz pulled away. She knew it was time to say goodbye and to face the music. Beside, the sooner she finished this, the sooner she could see Zan.

Pulling apart, Liz slowly extracted herself from Zan’s lap and opened the door. She left her wedding dress in the trunk- Zan promised he would bring it back when he came over that night. For a moment the two simply stared at each other, both dreading their impending separation, no matter how short it was.

And then Zan did something he never thought he would do. Jumping out of the car, he ran up to his wife and scooped her up in his arms, holding her as close as possible.

“I love you.” Zan whispered as he continued to hold her. The smile on Liz’s lips grew as tears streaked down her cheeks and she hugged him back. It was the first time h had really spoken the words to her, and to finally hear them from his mouth made everything suddenly seem all right. “And I’m coming for you Liz Antar… I’m not letting anyone come between us… and I’m not letting you go.”

“I love you too.” Liz whispered before pulling away and hesitantly walking towards the door of her house. She didn’t know what lie ahead for she and Zan, but she knew whatever it was they would be okay because they were together.


posted on 11-Feb-2002 2:48:06 AM by Trinity Star1323
Okay everyone. Originally this was my sisters fic. Now she's in college and complaely swamped trying to become a doctor. Thus, she has turned it over to me. I'll be contiuing it. However, the first part might be a little choppy as I did not originally write this and I have a completely different idea as to what I should do.

But, suggestions are welcome!

Joey
posted on 15-Feb-2002 1:34:37 AM by Trinity Star1323
Ok, I've been sitting on this fic for a few days trying to think of what to do, but so far I've come up with nothing. So I really need your help. Any and all ideas would be great. Thanks!

Joey
posted on 3-Mar-2002 1:54:52 AM by Trinity Star1323
Chapter 5

Sheriff Valenti shifted nervously from one foot to the other as he stood in front of Nancy and Jeff. He was trying to explain that while they hadn’t found Liz yet they were still looking. And they would find her.

The Las Vegas police department had been alerted to the situation. Currently they were reviewing the tapes from the hotel so as to get some clue as to where Liz might have gone. But so far there were no leads and it didn’t appear as though one were about to drop into their laps.

Michael and Maria were manning the phones trying to contact different locations throughout Las Vegas. They were asking if anyone had seen someone who looked like Liz. However, more than often, the reply was always the same. The owner would explain that thousands of young girls with brown hair and brown eyes came in and they were sorry they couldn’t help.

While Michael and Maria called around, Isabel and Alex worked checked with airports and other transportation systems. Isabel didn’t believe that Liz would just up and leave, but Alex insisted that he knew Liz better and he had a sneaking suspicion that she probably just took off. With all the trouble Tess had caused, and after everything that was going on, Alex wouldn’t even blame Liz for bailing out on them. She had put up with so much crap.

Finally, Kyle, Max and Tess were working in the sheriff’s office doing anything else that might need to be done. They worked with Hanson and the other officers, trying to come up with a clear map of where Liz might be or where she could have gone. But so far they had had no success.

“Nancy, we’re doing the best we can…” Sheriff Valenti started, only to be interrupted by the door brushing against his back. He watched Nancy’s mouth fall agape as her tears and slight crying turned into sob.

“Lizzie? My baby!” The words hadn’t even left her mouth before both she and Jeff had Liz tightly encased in their arms. They held their daughter tightly to them, unwilling to let her go in fear that she would disappear, or that this would turn out to be a dream. “Oh god, don’t you ever do that to us again, do you understand?” Nancy scolded, though her voice still came out in a choked sob. She started to pull away so as to look over her daughter, but decided not to, needing instead to hold Liz for just a few more seconds.

“Jesus, do you know what you put us through? We thought you were dead,” Jeff whispered gravely as he too held his daughter and wife tightly to him. He reveled in the feeling of his family being back in his arms. It had almost killed him to believe that he might never feel this again.

“I’m sorry dad, mom… I didn’t mean to scare you,” Liz cried. She hadn’t known how much she had put her parents through until now. But hugging them and watching them and hearing them crying, proved to her how much her parents loved her and how much they cared for her. “I’m sorry… so sorry.”

For a moment Valenti simply watched the reunion. He knew he needed to bring Liz down to the station and find out what happened, but for right now he would give Nancy, Jeff and Liz some time alone. They deserved that much, if not more.

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The sheriff’s office was small and dingy, just the way Liz remembered it. The window’s were dirty, the desk and shelves cluttered with various papers that had been strewn about. The floor was skuzzy and badly in need of being vacuumed or swept up. And the same old looking sheriff was still sitting behind the big, oak desk, swamped by papers, old lunch bags, and even a few drink cups and coffee mugs.

After spending most of the day with her parents explaining what had happened and why it happened and promising never to let it happen again, Liz finally found herself at the police station. She knew she would have to give a report. Luckily she and Zan had thought out a plausible story that no one could question except for she and Zan.

Beside it wasn’t a complete lie.

“Let’s go over this again, Liz,” Sheriff Valenti sighed. He was having a hard time believing any of what Liz was telling him. It just sounded so unlike Liz.

“I got drunk and ended up in the dessert where I passed out. The next morning I started hitching my way back to Vegas only to find my friends were gone, my purse was gone, and all my belongings were gone. Thus I had nothing else to do but hitch a ride back,” Liz reiterated her story for what seemed like the fiftieth time. She was growing agitated with the sheriff’s constant questions.

And she really missed Zan.

Since she had arrived home she had been hugged to death, lectured, hugged some more, and finally lectured again as to why she should and could not pull a stunt like that again. But Liz agreed completely with her parents. She felt absolutely horrible about stressing them out so much.

However, she did not feel bad about the reason behind it.

Marrying Zan was one of the best things she had ever done- that Liz was sure of because of what her heart was saying. Maybe it was because hey had made love, or maybe it was because he had grown on her in the few hours, but now Liz knew that Zan was her meaning to life.

And while that scared her, it also made her completely ecstatic.

“Liz, you’re talking to me, not some police officer who doesn’t know what s going on with you kids. So what really happened?” Valenti asked, again. He too was growing frustrated, but only because he knew Liz was lying.

Caulking an eyebrow, Liz surveyed Sheriff Valenti with a careful eye. For a moment she considered telling him the twisted tale of her marriage to Zan- Max’s supposed dead dupe.

But just thinking about it made Liz want to laugh. How would it be possible for her to tell him when she wasn’t sure she even believed it- yet.

Instead she smiled, leaned in so that her elbows were resting on the edge of his desk and said, “Sheriff, you’ve known me for a long time. You know I wouldn’t lie to you,” Liz insisted with a slight shrug. “I got drunk, passed out, and hitched my way back.”

“Liz, you are right, I have known you for quite some time. And for that reason, I’m sticking with my original question: what really happened?” Jim countered just as difficultly. “Listen, I don’t know what happened, but you’ve changed Liz. I can see it. The way you’re acting, the way you talk back, even the way you’re sitting right now. It’s all so un-Liz like… it’s alien.”

“Well, let’s just say I found the heart of myself in Las Vegas,” Liz bit out. She was trying to be cordial, but Valenti was right. Something was changing in her, and Liz didn’t know what it was or what was causing it this time.

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“Oh my god!” Maria exclaimed as she, Kyle and Alex jumped up from their seats in the Crashdown and rushed over to their best friend. It was almost eight in the evening and the Crashdown was closed. However, Maria, Alex, Michael, Isabel, Kyle, Tess and Max sat in the small restaurant waiting for Liz and her parents to return from the police station.

The moment Jim had seen Liz and returned home he had told Kyle, whom had immediately told the others. Word had spread quickly, but not fast enough for as soon as the gang had arrived at the Crashdown they found that the Parker family was gone.

Dropping her attitude, Liz ran to her friends and embraced them. She didn’t need her friends getting as suspicious as the sheriff was. He had flat out told her that she had changed during her four-day vacation and that he planned on finding out what caused it.

So did she.

One thing Liz knew was that she needed to talk to Zan and find out what was going on with her. She didn’t know how long she would be able to keep up the pretense that she was her old chipper self, especially when this change so suddenly made itself present. Liz wasn’t even aware when her transformation to super bitch took place, but she had a pretty good idea, and that time took place when she told Tess to stick it where the sun didn’t shine.

Sure she hadn’t used those exact words, but before she had so abruptly left Tess, she had told the blonde bimbo that she didn’t give a flying ta-hugtie as to what she thought or said.

“God it’s so good to see you,” Alex whispered as he hugged Kyle, Maria and Liz. For some time he had actually believed that Liz would simply up and leave, as had Kyle once Alex explained his theory.

Had she left the small human group wasn’t sure what they would have done. It wouldn’t be the same without Liz. They would be outnumbered.

But seeing their friend made everything better. Liz made everything even between humans and aliens.

“It’s good to be back,” Liz responded softly. As she hugged her human friends she peered at the table where Michael, Max, Tess and Isabel sat. Michael and Isabel were staring down at the floor, Max was staring at her strangely and Tess was hanging all over Max, whom didn’t seem all that bothered by it.

And neither did Liz.

“We were so worried. We thought you might have left or gotten kidnapped or raped or murdered, or god knows what else. I kept telling Michael that we should go back and look for you, but he wouldn’t hear it. He kept telling me you’d come back in your own time. And thank god you did, but I swear, you’d better not do that to me ever again!” Maria rambled.

Liz nodded in response as she rolled her eyes. Some people were so naive.

“Geez, Maria, make it sound like I’m some sort of handicapped freak who is unable to take care of myself,” Liz spat out softly. The moment the words left her mouth Liz knew she had messed up.

Pulling away from their friend, Kyle, Maria and Alex stared at Liz in disbelief. Had those words just come from perfect little Lizzie Parker’s mouth? Glancing back at their friends at the booth to see if they noticed anything different about Liz as well, it was only then that Kyle caught site of the light mark on Liz’s collarbone. He scrunched his eyes u and stared at it, trying his best to see exactly what it was. Alex and Maria didn’t seem to notice it, but Kyle was positive that he wasn’t hallucinating.

Liz had a glowing hickey.


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posted on 6-Mar-2002 2:10:10 AM by Trinity Star1323
Chapter 6

For the remainder of the night Liz spent time with her parents and friends. While she did miss Zan, she also knew that she couldn’t blow their cover by feigning tiredness every night just so she could be with her husband. So she stayed with her friends, trying as best as she could to hold a conversation and not think about Zan.

But despite her best efforts, Zan was really all she could think about.

“… looked all over, but no one knew anything,” Maria blabbered on. Liz only rolled her eyes in response as she fought to concentrate on what her friend was saying.

“So what was it like?” Kyle suddenly asked. Like his father, he too could see that something was different with Liz. He had only dated her for six some odd months. So Kyle was positive he would be able to spot some sort of difference.

And if Max weren’t so preoccupied with Tess than he was sure he would notice the changes in Liz as well. Kyle was also positive that Max would have seen the glowing hickey resting beneath Liz’s jacket. He had only caught a glimpse when she had turned a certain way, but it was there, that much Kyle was sure of.

For the most part Kyle didn’t care if Liz had been fooling around with some guy. God knew she deserved a good guy in her life for once, especially with Max’s sudden interest in Tess. But what scared Kyle was the fact that she had a glowing hickey.

A glowing hickey, from all that he knew, only came from aliens. And if Max was in Roswell with them, as were all the other aliens in their little group, it only left one conclusion in Kyle’s brain.

Some psycho alien had kidnapped their Liz and this was a skin that was having kinky sex with another alien or skin while pretending to be their friend. Did skin’s leave glowing hickeys or was that just Max, Michael, Isabel and Tess that could do that?

But Kyle did know one thing. These skins were getting crafty.

“What was what like?” Liz asked as Kyle’s question snapped her out of her stupor. She had noticed that he had been staring at her strangely for quite some time, but she deduced that down to the fact that he probably wanted to see how she was going to react to Max and Tess.

It didn’t bother her in the least.

“Hitchhiking back. Meet any interesting people? Maybe an alien or two?” Kyle asked pointedly. Isabel, Michael, Maria, Max, Alex and Tess stared at Kyle in horror. What had gotten into him?

Liz’s mouth fell agape. She tried to come up with some quick and witty response, but for the moment she was left speechless. How had Kyle known? Had he seen she and Zan in Las Vegas? Maybe he could help piece together their time together if he did.

But as she continued to stare at Kyle she noticed that he was genuinely curious, and the way he was looking at her it looked as though he distrusted her. It was as though he didn’t believe it was really she.

This only caused Liz to smile.

“Well, there was this one guy,” Liz laughed and winked suggestively at Kyle. She decided she might as well play along. At least this way Kyle would think she was only kidding and he would never figure out anything about Zan.

Max’s head snapped up at the words from Liz’s mouth. Did she say there was another guy? He glanced at Liz and noticed the radiant smile gracing her face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful she was.

But had she been telling the truth? Had she met another guy or was she just playing around with Kyle? And why was she being so flirtatious with Kyle?

“So what did you end up doing?” Tess asked as she grazed her hand over Max’s thigh, hoping to drag his attention back to her.

“Well a little bit of one guy and little bit of another guy,” Liz said cockily as a Cheshire cat smile curved up her lips. She was sick and tired of Tess and her smugness, and Liz was not about to let Tess push her around anymore.

Maria and Isabel’s mouths fell open in shock and Michael and Alex chuckled. Kyle eyes narrowed at Liz’s response as he continued to study her: there was that damn glowing hickey again. Tess simply stared in disbelief at the once mouse Liz Parker. And Max looked hurt and stunned.

“Well, it looks like its my bed time, so I’ll see ya guys tomorrow,” Liz insisted as she faked a yawn and started to get up. Again she caught site of Kyle’s incredulous stares, Tess’ shocked face and Max’s shattered look, and for the first time Liz felt good. They should feel bad; after all they had made their life a living hell. Well, Max and Tess had. As for Kyle, well, she would deal with he and his father.

And before anyone could protest Liz was walking through the back doors of the Crashdown, leaving six very stupefied friends.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He didn’t even wait for the doors to close before his hands were pulling her into his embrace. His mouth clamped down over hers, diffusing any muffled cry for help or scream from fear. And within a second he had her backed up against the wall as he pushed her thighs apart and forced them to wrap around his waist.

Their tongues dueled as their hands caressed, roamed and teased. Wherever the other touched it was like being touched by fire and it ignited a fire deep within the other. Neither could deny their need for the other and they didn’t think they ever would be able to again.

He had tried to stay away. It had taken all his strength to drive away. At first he had done exactly as she had told him. He had rented a room just outside of town. And at first he had been good, or at least as good as he could without his wife, love and mate by his side.

Using his powers he had changed the room, making it nicer than it actually was. The normal cotton sheets were changed to black satin, the drapes were changed to a burgundy velvet, and the carpeting was transformed into a fur-like feel.

He had even gone out and picked up some essentials he was sure he and his new wife would need: food, drinks, soap, shampoo, conditioner, tooth brushes and tooth paste, some new clothes, and finally a truck load of condoms.

What with this being their honeymoon, Zan had planned on bringing Liz back and showing her everything he done. Then he would wine and dine her, once again showing her how much he cared for her. And finally, he would have spent the night cherishing her body, letting her know that he not only loved her mind and soul, but her body as well.

On that hadn’t worked out. After an amazing six hours away, Zan had grown restless. He itched to touch Liz. He needed to kiss her. He needed her like a man needed water.

So he had done the only thing he knew to remedy his problem. He knew it was dangerous and that Liz would probably kill him for coming, but he could also feel through their connection that she needed him just as badly.

He drove to the Crashdown in record time and waited in the backroom for his wife. He knew her parents were up stairs probably watching television and he had watched as Liz had hung out with her friends. It had nearly drove him up the wall to watch Kyle and Alex hugging her, however, if he had learned anything through their connection, it was that Kyle and Alex were of no worry to him.

But what had driven him absolutely batty was watching his dupe being mind warped by Ava, or Tess, as she was called. Didn’t he know that Tess was fucking with him? Or was he seriously attracted to Tess? Either way Zan really didn’t care as long as it kept Max away from his Liz. Liz was a married woman now and Zan had every intention of flaunting it in front of Max as best he could.

Even if it meant showing himself a few times.

Tearing his mouth away from Liz’s, Zan began burning a trail of kisses up her collarbone, over his earlier marking, and up her neck, making a beeline for her lips once again. Just tasting the sweet nectar from her lips and mouth helped ease his craving and need to see her.

“Never, again,” Zan panted before he once again claimed her lips with a passion unknown to Liz. He conveyed through his kiss how much he loved and missed her in their short time apart. Of course, just the fact that Zan had come to the Crashdown was enough for Liz to know that he had missed her as much as she had missed him.

However, right now, Liz didn’t want to think about missing Zan, she wanted to think about being with Zan in every way possible for as long as possible. She was completely dazed and could do nothing but feel. The fire Zan was igniting deep within the pit of her stomach was growing with an intensity unknown to her, and she prayed that he would diffuse it soon.

“Never,” Liz promised breathlessly. She didn’t care about the fact that Zan wasn’t supposed to pick her up for another three hours and she certainly didn’t care that he was ravaging her in her own home where anyone could see them.

In fact, while having someone catch them sounded dangerous, it also sounded fun.

“No exhibitionism- you’re mine,” Zan hissed as he laved at her neck, paying special attention to her pulse. He loved feeling her steady pulse; it let him know she was alive and really his.

“And only yours,” Liz moaned as he hit an especially sensitive spot.

Knowing that they couldn’t make much noise, Zan muffled Liz’s moan as best as he knew how.

Liz reveled in Zan’s expertise in kissing. Sometimes his kisses were soft and sensual, other times he would cherish her body by kissing anywhere and everywhere he could, and finally, there were the mind blowing kisses that stole her breath and made her completely weak in the knees. It was the latter kisses that Liz loved the most, for it left her wanting and needing Zan with a passion; something Zan was always up for.

Literally.

Fumbling with his zipper, Liz fought to free her lover from the restraints of his jeans. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted him to be bury inside of her, she wanted to feel completely surrounded by him.

But Zan had different plans.

The moment he felt Liz’s hands on his erection he pulled away. He had to use all of his control to stop himself from sinking into her upon hearing her groan of protest, but Zan was not about to completely ruin their night together. Tonight was special. Tonight was for his Liz and he planned to make it the best night of her life.

“Zan, please,” Liz whimpered. In response Zan peppered her face with kisses, hoping that she would later understand his reasoning behind this. He knew he should never leave a woman wanting, especially his wife, but tonight was an exception.

“I love you so much,” Zan whispered, causing Liz’s face to break out in a smile. Zan grinned right back at her.

“I love you too,” Liz cooed. Her eyes shone brightly, but with a slight hint of mischief. Zan almost lost all of his control as he took in her appearance. Her clothes were rumpled, her lips red and puffy from his rough, bruising kisses, and whole body was flushed. He could only imagine what he looked like.

“Good, then go up stairs, tell your parents yous goin’ to take a shower and go to bed. Once they’s asleep, you’s come and meet me outside on your balcony,” Zan instructed. He slowly let his wife slip down his body, letting her feel how excited he was and how much he wanted her, despite the fact that he had pulled away. “Pack enough clothin’ for a few nights and for the mornin’ that way ya ‘rents don’t get suspicious. An’ bring somethan’ nice for ta-night.”

“Okay, but are you sure there’s no way I can convince you to join me in the shower?” Liz queried wickedly. Little did Liz know that her simple, but sexy, request would derive such a response from Zan. For the moment the words left her mouth she found herself pressed against the wall, again, with her lover feasting on her mouth.

Finally forcing himself to pull away, Zan made sure Liz was steady enough to walk before letting her go.

“Now go, and I’ll be waitin’ for ya.” Again it took everything Zan had to not haul Liz over his shoulder and have his way with her. However, before he left her completely out his sight, he gave her one last sound kiss goodbye.

posted on 18-Apr-2002 7:54:32 PM by Trinity Star1323
Its coming, its coming, I swear!
posted on 29-May-2002 2:49:45 AM by Trinity Star1323
Chapter 7

Smoothing out the creases in her dress, Liz stared at her reflection contemplating whether or not she needed to add anything else. Having already told her parents goodnight and after taking a shower, packing some clothes, and picking out a nice dress, Liz was sure that she was almost ready.

In preparation for her night with Zan, which Liz had no idea what it would entail, decided to look elegant, but tried not to get too dressed up, as she knew how she and Zan got around one another. Liz knew it was likely that Zan was just keeping to his word by insisting that she always sleep with him. But what confused Liz about that was why he wanted her to get dressed up. If Zan was merely taking her back to his room to sleep, or whatever, than why did he want her to dress up?

But in the end Liz decided that simple was best. She kept her makeup light, curled the ends of her hair, wore a simple black dress that she had often worn whenever she had gone out with her parents, and some low heels. However, underneath her dress was what really counted; Liz counted on collecting from Zan’s earlier teasing.

With her dress of Liz thought herself to look seductive but with a hint of innocence, and with the dress on she looked casually elegant.

Quickly checking to make sure she had everything, Liz grabbed her bags and headed towards her window. As quietly as possible, Liz threw her bags out the window near Zan’s body, which she could see outlined by a nearby light. He had waited, just as she had expected, and just as he had said he would.

But what Liz had not expected, was to find a dozen white roses, neatly wrapped, waiting for her in his hands.

“Zan…”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips, ceasing her from saying anything else. “You deserve more than these silly things, but I know how much you love’m,” Zan explained. In response, Liz attempted to kiss her husband, but he avoided her lips, and Liz instead ended up giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

She watched as he led her toward the ledge of her balcony, where upon he quickly descended the ladder with her bags, only to return a moment later for her.

“Zan…”

“Shh,” Zan insisted, again. This time though, instead of his finger, he used his lips. Their mouths fused together and immediately electricity seemed to spark between them. However, before they could go too far, Zan pulled away. “Now keep quiet and let me woo ya, like I’m supposed to.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” Kyle asked angrily. He glared at Michael’s retreating figure before giving him the finger.

At first he had tried to talk to Max, but that hadn’t gone over well. Kyle was positive that something was going on between Max and Tess, or rather, something was going on with Tess. She was working her alien voodoo on Max, that much Kyle was sure of, because if Max wasn’t under one of Tess’ spells, than Kyle was positive that Max would have listened to him about his suspicions about Liz.

However, when Kyle had confronted Max, Max had gone postal, saying things about Liz that Kyle had never even thought would come out of Max’s mouth.

Tess was definitely behind this.

But Michael, Kyle had been positive that once Michael heard what he had to say about Liz that he would help do something, especially if it involved skins or other possible alien related threats. However, instead of jumping up to help, Michael had stared at Kyle for a minute, than promptly started laughing.

He was still laughing.

“She’s a skin, I tell you, a skin!” Kyle shouted after Michael, whom promptly turned around and laughed louder.

“Okay, Kyle,” Michael finally got out once he had finished his bout of laughing. “Okay, let’s, for a minute, pretend that your theory holds water. But why? Why Liz?”

“Think about it!” Kyle said through clenched teeth. His shook his fist in aggravation and it looked like the veins in his neck were about to pop out. “One, she is the one person that is really connected to Max; I mean, everyone knows that; even Nicholas. Two, if a skin was considering taking over anyone, than Liz is the person who is the least likely to be checked or cared about, especially when Max is in the psycho-alien-voodoo stage, but can still get the most information. And three, she had a glowing hickey! Now, if you remember, only Max was able to give Liz a glowing hickey, thus only aliens…”

“Maria hasn’t had a glowing hickey.”

“Exactly. Liz didn’t get a glowing hickey until after Max saved her, so at that point he had already changed her, thus she can be considered an alien of some sort at the time of the given hickey.”

“I can’t believe we’re having a discussion about hickeys,” Michael grumbled.

“Thus, if the skins did their homework, than they would know that it is either I or Liz who would have to be taken. Why, because Maria hasn’t been changed, neither has Alex, so they are automatically exempt from getting a glowing hickey,” Kyle explained as best he could. “And they wouldn’t want me because I hate Max.”

“But how do we even know that that wasn’t some sort of freakish alien-human/alien thing?” Michael argued.

“Well, we don’t… but we could find out.”

“How?” Michael asked with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, like I said, Maria and Alex are out of the question, and I’m pretty sure we can count Liz out, so that only leaves…”

“Kyle, we might be friends, at most, but I am not giving you a hickey.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Pulling up to the hotel, Liz wasted no time pulling Zan into his bedroom. They both knew what was going to happen, and both wanted it; needed it. But they were both bashful and reserved about starting. Luckily, Liz took the initiative to start things off. Who had once been a shy and timid girl, was now a seductive tigress, wanting nothing more than to tear the clothes off her husband and make love to him all night.

“Zan… look at me,” Liz said as she led him to his bed. Immediately Zan’s eyes flew open and stared into her beautiful, doe brown eyes. “God I missed you.” Her lips fused against his and suddenly Liz knew she needed this. Even if it would kill her to leave the next morning, she wanted this; she wanted him.

“I missed you even more…” Zan insisted raggedly against her lips.

“I want you.” Liz smiled before she slowly stood up in front of him. Glowing with passion and lust, her hands leisurely wandered up her body to the thin spaghetti straps that clung to her petite body, and pulled the silk clothe away from her skin. With her eyes on his the entire time, she watched as his eyes grew wide as the material gradually slid down her body.

“Tell me you want me,” Liz whispered as the dress fell to a poll at her ankles. At this point Zan’s mouth was agape and he mumbled a few words as he continued to gaze at Liz’s practically nude body. It was obvious that he was shocked at the situation at hand, as he had never seen Liz act this way. Before she had been timid as it had been her first time and he had initiated all of love making marathons.

“I want… you,” Zan finally stammered.

“Tell me you need me,” Liz continued as she carefully edged closer toward him, narrowing the gap between his face and her flat stomach. She could feel the tiny puffs of his breath as she grew closer, and when she glanced down she smiled in appreciation at the bulge growing in his jeans.

Swallowing the lump that had suddenly lodged itself in his throat, Zan nodded in agreement, as his eyes remained glued to his wife’s glorious and beautiful body. “I-uh… I need you,” Zan finally managed to reply.

“You can touch me, Zan; it’s okay… I want you to,” Liz stated softly. She liked this; she liked being in control and knowing that Zan was slave. Reaching down, Liz grasped one of his hands in her own and placed it on her hip.

At first, Zan clumsily let his hand fumble about on her perfect skin. But soon his hand grew steady and he started a slow, careful massage. He watched as Liz’s eyelids fluttered shut and he knew that his actions were exactly what she wanted. He reached up and grasped a stray strand of her luscious brown hair that dangled freely around her neck and shoulders.

It was a sharp contrast; his bronze hued hand pressed against her pale ivory skin.

As Zan explored her body with his hands, Liz rid herself of her black lace bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her dress. Immediately Zan’s hand reached up to cup her breasts, as he could already tell that by her taking off her bra, she was offering that portion of her body to him. Only Liz never expected Zan to do anything but touch her. Which is why she gasped in surprise when she suddenly felt the smooth skin of his cheeks brush against her cleavage. Both moaned upon the intimate touch and contact, and both began to breath a little quicker. Letting Zan have free reign over her body, Liz ran her fingers through his thick, spiky hair as she moaned in delight. And soon Liz found herself straddling him, her knees sitting on each side of his jean-clad legs.

The smoothness of his actions made each breathe hitch in the back of Liz’s throat. It was like he was intentionally taking his time and exploring each and every crevice of her body so as to not forget. And as Liz closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but think that tonight he was all hers and Liz was not going to waste their time.

Locking lips with Zan for the first time since they had left the her balcony, both Zan and Liz shuddered upon contact, and both felt a wave of hunger wash over them as their tongues dueled and mated together. Their lips lingered for another moment before Liz suddenly ripped her mouth away and fell to her knees.

Flicking at the zipper with her fingernails, Liz deftly unzipped Zan’s pants while her eyes remained locked with his. She rid him of his jeans, but only after taking off his shoes and socks; this was not going to be some romp in the park, Liz wanted to remember this forever.

As she crawled back up his body, Liz’s mouth curved upwards upon the sight of his erection. Just knowing that he was ready for her in such a manner made her heart lurch forward in her chest.

Liz parted her lips as she lowered her head so as to take her first taste of him. But before she could do anything she felt a tug at her head as Zan pulled her upwards. “You… you don’t have to… I mean…” Zan murmured, though he stopped his ramblings and a deep blush crept up his face. He couldn’t believe how brazen Liz was acting, and how big of a moron he was becoming; no woman had ever made him act in this manner. “God I love you…”

Liz’s only response was to ease her tongue out and run it across the tip of his trembling erection. As her tongue felt the velvety skin covering the hardness of his head she parted her lips further, causing a large amount of her saliva to flow down his shaft, so as to act as an aide for her coming feast.

Gagging at first, Liz engulfed Zan’s member, and soon it was covered in her sweltering saliva. It glistened as she bobbed her head up and down his incredible length. She purred as she felt Zan’s hands come to rest upon her head, where he gently ran his fingers through her long tresses. And she smiled in response. He wasn’t forceful and he didn’t slam her head into an unnatural rhythm.

He gasped.

She swallowed.

“Ah shittt…” He bucked.

She swallowed more.

As Zan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire body began to thrust and buck as her low moans vibrated against his member, sending him into convulsions. He almost fell out of her mouth, but Liz held Zan to the bed, making sure that he didn’t get too far away. Her palms secured themselves on his sweaty chest.

Liz’s lips held their lock, her tongue secured beneath the head of his shaft. A rainstorm of his seed jolted from his member and into the confines of her mouth. His fingertips dug into her skill and Liz winced slightly in pain and pleasure. And soon another thick overflow of Zan’s seed filled her mouth. She held as much of it in as she could, but there was too much.

Gooey dribbles of his sperm spilled from Liz’s lips as she pulled away and looked up at him under hooded, passion-filled eyes. But it was seeing his wife like this that sent Zan over the edge. Soon Zan had caught his breathe and he stared down at his wife in utter amazement. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, letting the tip of his still-hard member graze her cheek.

He began to caress her sweat soaked scalp as he continued to try and catch his breath. Even looking at her was too much sometimes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Liz suddenly instructed. Zan dutifully followed his wife’s directions, and as soon as he had shed the remainder of his clothing, Liz did the same. Zan was captivated by her nude body. Though he had seen numerous times, it never ceased to amaze him how beautiful she was.

Deciding it was his turn to have some fun, Zan quickly turned the tables on his wife. Without preamble, he stood and scooped her up off her feet and into his arms. Liz merely laughed at his actions. One minute she was seducing him and the next he was being a romantic.

“What are you doing?” Liz queried thoughtfully. Her amusement faded as Zan strode purposefully toward the door.

“It’s our honeymoon, and for now this is our home,” Zan informed her as he quickly opened the door, took a step out only to turn right back around and stride back through it. “And as is customary, I’m carryin’ ya over the threshold.”

Liz smiled and let herself enjoy the sudden affectionate side of Zan that she so rarely saw. Usually he was the tiger and she the affectionate lover. He carried her across the room and back over to his king size bed.

“God you’re beautiful,” Zan whispered reverently as he gently eased her frame onto the bed.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Liz quipped as she glanced appreciatively at her husband. With his numerous tattoos and piercings and spikes he looked like a sexy rebel, but Liz knew the real Zan, and deep down he was one of the most endearing and thoroughly-loving man.

“And you’re all mine,” Zan responded playfully.

Liz echoed his opinion by positioning herself comfortably by easing her legs apart as he positioned himself atop her. Her hands came to his lower back as he lunged forward to kiss her. And since her earlier act, this was his most aggressive move all night. But Liz had no complaints.

Their kiss matured as their tongues twisted together in a passionate exchange.

Swiftly, Zan guided his throbbing erection to the outer lips of his wife’s quivering core. And between whispered words of love and promises of forever, he eased his eager shaft inside of her. Liz gasped as she felt every inch of him move inside of her. Recoiling on the bed, her lungs heaved in breathless foresight.

They were one.

“Zan…” Liz moaned raggedly. She tried to say more, but found it hard to speak at all. It had never felt like this; it had never felt so complete or as perfect as it did right now.

“Liz, I…” Zan, too, tried to speak, but his senses were on complete overload, taking away his ability to do anything but love his wife. He shifted inside of her as his hips began to rock, forcing his shaft in and out of her wet recesses. In response her legs stretched outward and came to lock around his hips.

“Deeper, Zan… please, deeper,” Liz pleaded breathlessly. She could feel her whole world slowly falling apart as she fully gave into the sensations running through her. And as she gazed up into her lover’s eyes she was taken away by the intensity that she saw within them. They were black as coal as he drove his body into her.

“Yes… yesss,” Zan hissed upon his wife’s request. His hips began to move in piston like movement, moving faster and faster as he drilled into his lover’s forgiving body. He was positive he would break her, but no matter how hard her tried to slow down, he couldn’t.

This was their time.

As their eyes met, Liz gasped as she was suddenly taken away by a new awareness. It flowed through her and warmed her heart. “Yo-you’re mating with me… aren’t you?” Liz panted in breathless anticipation.

“Yea,” Zan grunted in-between thrusts. His eyes closed in bliss as he began to feel everything tilt within his world; everything was changing. He tried to stop it; to stop what was happening, but again he could not. And Liz saw it all.

“Don’t be afraid… Zan, don’t worry… I want you; I want all of you.” The look on his face made Liz smile as suddenly his thrusts grew stronger and faster and deeper, penetrating her whole being. The look in his eyes made her so happy.

Sweat began to collect on each of their bodies as they both began to chant words of encouragement, love, devotion, and promise.

“You have me, Zan” Liz cooed in his ear, and with his head resting on her shoulder and his lips to her ear, Liz could tell that that was what he had needed to hear. He quickly jolted, responding to her encouragement. His shaft surged deep within her aching womb and they both gasped as thrusts became more insistent.

Sitting up on his hands, Zan began to use all of his potential. Soon the slaps and grunts of the two lovers filled the room. But Zan needed more; Liz was his wife, lover and mate; and right now was about mating- about becoming one with her. Forcing her to shift to the side so that he could penetrate her from the side. Liz seemed to like it, as did Zan.

But still it was not enough; he needed to be deeper.

Shifting her yet again so that she was on all fours, Zan placed his hands on her petite hips and began pounding away. Both of their cries filled the room as they found everything was becoming too much. A blinding white light filled both of their vision Zan emptied himself within his wife, his essence coursing throughout her.

And while Liz knew it was too soon, she knew there was nothing to be done; beside, at this point she wanted it just as badly.

As the night evolved so did their lovemaking. It started with the simple missionary style, but soon escalated to more curious, experimental copulation. And for six hours they made love. The pleasure Zan induced upon Liz was unlike anything she had ever felt. And in the end, as they both lay asleep on the bed in each other arms, neither could deny that their honeymoon had truly marked the beginning of their lives together.

AN: Again a major thank you to my friend for helping me write this part; hope it was okay.

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posted on 14-Jun-2002 12:19:44 AM by Trinity Star1323
Okay, I have a question....

I'd really like to take this fic in a new direction, however, in the end it would be Max/Liz and not Zan/Liz...

Otherwise I don't know where to take this fic. Any other ideas would be great.

Joey
posted on 1-Jul-2002 12:33:40 AM by Trinity Star1323
Okay, I think I've come up with a plot, but I want to make sure that no one will be too mad... otherwise I will just write a quick ending and let this fic, well, end.

Anyway, the question is: How many people would go for a Zan/Liz/Max ending? Max would be doing a lot of groveling and in the end he, Liz and Zan would be together. Yes? No?

Joey
posted on 19-Jul-2002 12:26:03 AM by Trinity Star1323
Well, after thinking about everything and going over osme ideas, I have decided to keep this a Zan/Liz fic, just as my sister started it. Unfortunately she didn't tell me where she was going with it, so I have to take things into my own hands.

I do have the first part of the next chapter done, and hopefully, if time permits, I will have it done by the end of this weekend. Hopefully.

Joey
posted on 20-Jul-2002 11:07:47 PM by Trinity Star1323
Chapter 8

Books in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder, Max strode purposefully through the halls of West Roswell High. Max was a man on a mission and he was not going to let anyone stop him right now. He paid no heed to Michael or Isabel as they came upon him, calling out to him, asking what was going on.

Anyone who saw him would be able to tell that something had changed; something major.

Even when Tess strutted up and wrapped an arm around his waist, Max paid no attention to her; rather he roughly pushed her away as his eyes remained glued to the hall in front of him. He didn’t even hear Tess’ protests, nor the slight tug on his mind as she once again tried to mind warp him back under her spell.

Tess gaped at Max’s retreating form, trying to figure out what had just taken place, or, more accurately, what hadn’t. Her mind warping had been working so well for the last few days, but now he seemed to be completely immune to it. She contemplated following him; a part of her wanted to see what was driving him forward, while another part feared the worst.

In the end her curiosity won out and she quickly scuffled past the people in the halls so as to catch up with her destiny.

The moment Max saw her long brown hair cascading down her back and heard her musical laughter he knew he had found whom he had been searching for. Already he could feel his stomach tying up in knots as he tried to process what was driving him towards Liz so suddenly.

The past few days had been hazy, but now everything was so clear; so Liz.

The previous night Max had hardly slept a wink, at least he didn’t think he had. Instead he had been plagued, if that was even the correct word, by detailed images of he and Liz together in the most intimate of ways. He had watched image after image unfold in his mind throughout the night. In each one he and Liz were together, literally.

Only something had been off. For in each image Max hadn’t seen himself, per say, rather someone who looked exactly like him, only tougher. Piercings, tattoos and spiky hair had adorned his body.

He had tossed fitfully throughout the night, trying his hardest to fend off the images. And the first time he thought he had succeeded, only to find that he could suddenly smell her. Her scent had surrounded him making it impossible to think of anything but her.

At that point Max had been sure that nothing could get worse; just the thought of Liz was driving him crazy with need, especially with the images that were assailing him.

But it did get worse; far worse than Max could have ever expected.

Sometime after three in the morning the images had suddenly stopped and Max had sworn that his torture was over. But, as usual, he was wrong. Instead of images, Max suddenly found himself in a movie, of sorts. No longer was he seeing images, rather one show after another of this alter ego of him and Liz. And somehow, through it all, Max felt himself falling into them. He felt everything they did to one another; felt every touch, every lick, every throbbing penetration.

There were no loving touches, no words of promise or love; in the most simplistic words possible, they were fucking, mating, doing only what Max dreamed of.

Throughout the night Max had found himself being tortured with these dreams, these fantasies, of he and Liz. And they were just that- fantasies. At least, that’s what Max believed them to be. He knew that he and Liz had never done anything near what they had been doing in his dreams; yet, even now, Max could swear that whatever he had seen and felt last night were anything but dreams or simple fantasies.

Since Liz had slept with Kyle, Max had been assaulted by images of she and Kyle, lying in bed together, laughing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. And Max had been sure that it had been jus that, because Max knew Liz would never have sex; she was above that.

Yet, after last night, Max knew without a doubt that Liz not only loved him, but felt something much deeper, something that surpassed anything anyone could ever name.

“… I’m telling, you’re glowing!” Maria proclaimed softly as she and Liz walked toward their first class. Both were unaware of Max as he stalked closely behind them, listening intently to their conversation.

“I’m not glowing,” Liz protested meekly. Who was she kidding? She was lit up like a glow-bug, and it was all because of her “honeymoon” with Zan. They had stayed up all night making love, fulfilling every desire and need that the other felt. Liz hadn’t slept a wink, and yet, as she walked down the hall, arm in arm with her friend, Liz couldn’t stop the slight bounce in her step; she didn’t feel the slightest bit tired. How could she when she was so ecstatically happy?

“Liz, you’re glowing brighter than a Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve,” Maria stated with confidence. Liz merely rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics. Sometimes she really didn’t get Maria. “You’re glowing like how my mom says women glow when they got some.”

“Maria!” Liz hissed, though the mischievous glint in her eyes told a completely different story to her friend.

“Oh. My. God,. you did! You got some!” Maria nearly screamed, though Liz quickly clamped her hand over her friends’ mouth. A bunch of students near by stumbled and stared in shock at the two, and Max nearly fell flat on his face at Maria’s declaration.

“Maria, be quiet!” Liz said angrily. She did not want the entire student body talking about her sex life; they didn’t know a thing about it and Liz planned to keep things that way.

“You got laid! You had sex and you weren’t even going to tell me! “ Maria scoffed, her eyes nearly bugging out of her as she continued to rant about how Liz was required to inform her of such advances in her life.

“I didn’t have sex, Maria,” Liz insisted, though she was quite positive that Maria could tell she was lying.

“Yeah right! You’ve got all the signs… Oh. My God. Was it Max? Did you and Max finally make up? You guys had sex! Yesterday he was drooling all over that stupid blonde bitch and now you two are doing the nasty!” Again, Maria found a hand clamped over her mouth as she and Liz now stood in front of their class.

“Maria, I’m going to take my hand away and you are going to keep your mouth shut, do you understand?” Liz asked pointedly. She waited until her friend nodded in agreement before pulling her hand away. But as soon as she saw Maria open her mouth, Liz placed her hand back over her mouth. “Max and I did not have sex. Max and I aren’t even together, so there is no way I would even think about sleeping with him. Besides, like you said, he’s with Tess… and I’m fine with that. He’s moved on—good for him, that’s what he was supposed to do.”

“Mzz, vu van’t ne terious,” Maria mumbled against Liz’s hand. Shoving her friend’s hand away, Maria steadied herself before continuing. “Liz, you can’t be serious! You and Max are soul mates…”

“Max and I are not soul mates; he made that abundantly clear when he kissed Tess last year. Ever since then…”

Before Liz could finish, and before Maria could probe her for more, Liz found herself being pulled around. She closed her eyes and reveled in the touch of her lover as he forcefully pulled her to him; sure she had told him to stay away, but both had known they would not be able to stay away from one another.

The moment his hand came in contact with her arm, Max was bombarded with images, sensations, tastes, scents, and much more. Suddenly his tormented night paled in comparison to what he was going through at that very moment. Not even Liz’s fantasy—the one where he caught her in the shower in the girl’s locker room- from sophomore year, or their time out in the desert when they had been driven on to find the orb could hold a candle to what was transpiring between them at that moment.

“Tell me you want me,” Liz whispered as the dress fell to a poll at her ankles. At this point Zan’s mouth was agape and he mumbled a few words as he continued to gaze at Liz’s practically nude body. It was obvious that he was shocked at the situation at hand, as he had never seen Liz act this way. Before she had been timid as it had been her first time and he had initiated all of love making marathons.

“I want… you,” Zan finally stammered.

“Tell me you need me,” Liz continued as she carefully edged closer toward him, narrowing the gap between his face and her flat stomach. She could feel the tiny puffs of his breath as she grew closer, and when she glanced down she smiled in appreciation at the bulge growing in his jeans.

Swallowing the lump that had suddenly lodged itself in his throat, Zan nodded in agreement, as his eyes remained glued to his wife’s glorious and beautiful body. “I-uh… I need you,” Zan finally managed to reply.


Liz’s cheeks flushed and her blood began to simmer as memories of her night with Zan resurfaced. She could still hear the desperate need in his voice, his pleas for her to give him the release he needed.

“You can touch me, Zan; it’s okay… I want you to,” Liz stated softly. She liked this; she liked being in control and knowing that Zan was slave. Reaching down, Liz grasped one of his hands in her own and placed it on her hip.

At first, Zan clumsily let his hand fumble about on her perfect skin. But soon his hand grew steady and he started a slow, careful massage. He watched as Liz’s eyelids fluttered shut and he knew that his actions were exactly what she wanted. He reached up and grasped a stray strand of her luscious brown hair that dangled freely around her neck and shoulders.

It was a sharp contrast; his bronze hued hand pressed against her pale ivory skin.

As Zan explored her body with his hands, Liz rid herself of her black lace bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her dress. Immediately Zan’s hand reached up to cup her breasts, as he could already tell that by her taking off her bra, she was offering that portion of her body to him. Only Liz never expected Zan to do anything but touch her. Which is why she gasped in surprise when she suddenly felt the smooth skin of his cheeks brush against her cleavage. Both moaned upon the intimate touch and contact, and both began to breath a little quicker. Letting Zan have free reign over her body, Liz ran her fingers through his thick, spiky hair as she moaned in delight. And soon Liz found herself straddling him, her knees sitting on each side of his jean-clad legs.

The smoothness of his actions made each breathe hitch in the back of Liz’s throat. It was like he was intentionally taking his time and exploring each and every crevice of her body so as to not forget. And as Liz closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but think that tonight he was all hers and Liz was not going to waste their time.

Locking lips with Zan for the first time since they had left the her balcony, both Zan and Liz shuddered upon contact, and both felt a wave of hunger wash over them as their tongues dueled and mated together. Their lips lingered for another moment before Liz suddenly ripped her mouth away and fell to her knees.


Max could feel his body heating up and responding to what was going on. Yet, as he continued to watch the flashes fly past his mind he couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t he that was in these flashes, rather someone who looked like him, only with more edge.

Gagging at first, Liz engulfed Zan’s member, and soon it was covered in her sweltering saliva. It glistened as she bobbed her head up and down his incredible length. She purred as she felt Zan’s hands come to rest upon her head, where he gently ran his fingers through her long tresses. And she smiled in response. He wasn’t forceful and he didn’t slam her head into an unnatural rhythm.

He gasped.

She swallowed.

“Ah shittt…” He bucked.

She swallowed more.

As Zan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire body began to thrust and buck as her low moans vibrated against his member, sending him into convulsions. He almost fell out of her mouth, but Liz held Zan to the bed, making sure that he didn’t get too far away. Her palms secured themselves on his sweaty chest.

Liz’s lips held their lock, her tongue secured beneath the head of his shaft. A rainstorm of his seed jolted from his member and into the confines of her mouth. His fingertips dug into her skill and Liz winced slightly in pain and pleasure. And soon another thick overflow of Zan’s seed filled her mouth. She held as much of it in as she could, but there was too much.

Gooey dribbles of his sperm spilled from Liz’s lips as she pulled away and looked up at him under hooded, passion-filled eyes. But it was seeing his wife like this that sent Zan over the edge. Soon Zan had caught his breath and he stared down at his wife in utter amazement. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, letting the tip of his still-hard member graze her cheek.


Maria watched in fascination, as her two friends remained gazing at each other. Liz could say anything she wanted, but Maria had the evidence standing right before her. Max and Liz was a couple again, and they had done the deed.

“Liz, I…” Zan, too, tried to speak, but his senses were on complete overload, taking away his ability to do anything but love his wife. He shifted inside of her as his hips began to rock, forcing his shaft in and out of her wet recesses. In response her legs stretched outward and came to lock around his hips.

“Deeper, Zan… please, deeper,” Liz pleaded breathlessly. She could feel her whole world slowly falling apart as she fully gave into the sensations running through her. And as she gazed up into her lover’s eyes she was taken away by the intensity that she saw within them. They were black as coal as he drove his body into her.

“Yes… yesss,” Zan hissed upon his wife’s request. His hips began to move in piston like movement, moving faster and faster as he drilled into his lover’s forgiving body. He was positive he would break her, but no matter how hard her tried to slow down, he couldn’t.

This was their time.

As their eyes met, Liz gasped as she was suddenly taken away by a new awareness. It flowed through her and warmed her heart. “Yo-you’re mating with me… aren’t you?” Liz panted in breathless anticipation.

“Yea,” Zan grunted in-between thrusts. His eyes closed in bliss as he began to feel everything tilt within his world; everything was changing. He tried to stop it; to stop what was happening, but again he could not. And Liz saw it all.


The moment the flash ended, Liz jerked away from Max. No longer was she in her lover’s embrace, but someone else’s; someone who felt familiar, but who was not Zan. Her eyes flashed upwards to meet Max’s for only a moment before she sharply turned on her heel and walked into her classroom, her face aflame, her body yearning, and her whole persona completely shaken.

What had just happened?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Zan jolted up from his bed, his whole body covered in sweat and trembling as he fought off the heinous images in his mind. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t forget the look of his dupe touching his wife.

Jumping from his bed, Zan hastily ran about his room, throwing any clothes on that he could find. He needed to get to West Roswell High and find his wife and show his dupe that no one was to touch her so intimately except Zan.

Screw not showing his face around town during the day. Screw what Liz had told him about not coming unless it was an emergency. And screw waiting until night to see his wife.

This was way more important than that.