posted on 10-Sep-2001 6:31:49 PM by Kapone224
Author: Kapone224
Title: My Life, My Body, My Choice
E-mail: scoobie224⊕hotmail.com or kapone224⊕yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my thoughts, dreams, and aspirations.
Summary: Liz has an important decision to make that will affct her life for the rest of her life. The results that follow are quite interesting.
Rating: Little bit of this, Little bit of that. *smile*
Author's note: First fanfic, feedback is always appreciated. Also, I am working on putting the first 26 parts on the repost board. Enjoy.

Part 27

Ring, Ring.

Who the hell is this calling at….6:45 in the morning? I blindly search for the phone with my hand, and hope that the incessant ringing doesn’t wake Zan.

“Hello?” I answer with a frog in my throat. Whoever this is better have a life or death emergency for calling my house so early, particularly when this is one of my days to lay around and do nothing.

“Lizzie? Hi sweetheart.” Only my mother would call at the crack of dawn.
“Mom? Why are you calling so early? What’s wrong?” Since it’s almost seven here, then that means it’s almost four back in Roswell. What the hell is going on here?
“Nothing is wrong, honey. Gosh, can’t I call my daughter just to say hi?”
“Mom, it’s almost four in the morning where you are. Since when do you make your house calls this early?” I inquire rolling over so I won’t be talking in Zan’s ear.
“Well, I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t know what time you had class today so I decided to try to reach you before you went to class,” she replies exasperated. “So how are you doing?”
“Fine, Ma.”
“How’s school going? How is everything?” She is not calling me at the crack of dawn to ask me about school, I do not believe this.

“School is fine. Everything is good,” I yawn.
“Really? Well I’m glad. I ran into the Evans’ and they told me that you and their kids have been having some trouble getting along lately. But if you say everything is fine, then I’ll believe you.” So this is what she called to talk about. I sit up in the bed and lean against the bed’s headboard. This should be an interesting conversation.

“Mom, we had a disagreement, and we don’t speak anymore. Nothing more, nothing less,” I tell her. I wonder exactly how much she knows.
“A disagreement, huh? Funny you should put it in those terms, Liz, because where I’m from it’s called beating someone up.” Okay, she knows more than I thought. “And how does Max feel about you beating his sister within an inch of her life?”

Max who, I want to ask her. After last night, Max is nothing but a distant memory in my mind. I smile at the thought of Zan, and suddenly I feel him lay his head across my lap and wrap his arms around my waist.

“Mine,” he murmurs in his sleep. I run my fingers through his unruly hair.
“Max and I are not together anymore, we haven’t been together for a while,” I inform my mother.
“I figured as much. I knew something was up when you didn’t come home with him for Christmas break.”
“You weren’t even in Roswell, Ma. You and daddy were at Aunt Ruth’s house,” I sigh into the phone.
“It doesn’t matter, you know we live in a small town, word travels quickly. I was also told that Max was beat up by some gang members before he got back, at least that’s what he told his parents. Did you hear about that, Liz?” my mother inquires.

It’s all I can do not to laugh at her. Gang members beat Max up, now that’s a riot. I’m pretty sure if Michael heard this, he would be quite pleased with his handiwork.

“No, Mom. I didn’t hear about that,” I say coughing over my snickers. Suddenly everything is silent, and my mother doesn’t attempt to renew the conversation. “Mom, you still there?”
“Yes, Liz.”
“What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Her silence is really beginning to scare me.
“No, everything is fine. I just worry about you so much sometimes. You are growing up so fast, you’re no longer my little girl,” she says beginning to cry.
“Ma, don’t cry, please.”
“I can’t help it. Me and your father just miss you so much, and we worry about you being in New York all by yourself. At least when you were with Max, we could count on him to protect you,” she continues to gush.

I swear we have this conversation every time she calls. The material she uses has got to come straight from the Parents Handbook to Making Your Children Feel Bad. I’m almost 22, but from the way my mother is talking you would think I was 11.

“I know you guys worry, but believe me when I say I’m doing just fine protecting myself. Wait a minute, I thought you guys didn’t even like Max,” I reply incredulously.
“Well he hung around for so long that he kinda grew on us,” my mother answers sniffling. “After all this time, we thought you guys would eventually get married.”
“No. It will never happen. You don’t ever have to worry about Maxwell Evans being your son in law.” Now Alexander Evans, that might be a whole different ball park. I smile inwardly.

“Liz, how are you ever get married if you keep throwing away the men you date?” my mother ponders. Yet another line from the Guilt Handbook.
“Can I graduate from college and get a career started before you marry me off, please? Can I make sure that one little detail is taken care before I settle down with someone for the rest of my life?” I ask her.
“But of course, dear,” she chuckles. “I’m sorry for being pushy, but I just can’t wait until I have some grandbabies running around here,” she finishes.

Grandbabies, huh? I feel a tear slide down my face from the memory of the one I could have given her, but lost. She had been a grandma and hadn’t even known it.

“You’ll have your grandbabies eventually,” I promise her. “All in due time.”
“That’s what I’m worried about, Liz. You stay so cooped up in your dorm room with your nose in those books that I’m afraid there will never be a ‘due time,’” she sighs. “Do you even have some prospects lined up, Lizzie?”

“As a matter of fact I do,” I say smiling down at the chocolate head that is resting on my lap. I continue to play in his hair.
“Do tell, Liz. What is this mystery man like?” Mystery man is right. I might as well tell her the truth now…well, as much of the truth as I possibly can anyway.

“His name is Alexander, and he’s 25. He works for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter, and he is absolutely positively gorgeous.”
“So have you two gone out yet?”
“Yes, we’ve been dating for a while now.” Dating and doing other things. Other things she doesn’t need to know about.
“Why haven’t you said anything about him, Liz? I am your mother, I have a right to know who my baby is going out with,” she starts, getting overprotective.
“I’m sorry, I just really didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you would be devastated that I wasn’t dating Max anymore,” I tell her. Well, at least she got part of the truth.
“Any chance that your father and I will get to ever meet him?” I can see her rubbing her hands together. The wheels in her mind are turning, and the scheming for grandchildren has officially begun.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how serious this is going to end up being.” Bad, Liz, bad. “I have to see if he even wants to come home with me if it even boils down to that.”
“And why wouldn’t he want to meet us? Any self-respecting man would want to meet the parents of the woman he is dating. I tell you, things sure have changed from when I was growing up….”

At this point I tune my mother out, because I have heard this rant twice a week, every week since I was about 14 years old. I’m rolling my eyes and actually about to fall back asleep when I feel light kisses being placed on my tummy.

“Liiiizzzz,” Zan whines. His hands are massaging my lower back and I can feel his face sliding lower.
“Zan, I’m on the phone with my mother,” I hiss at him. He raises his eyes to look at me, and I see the devilish glimmer that lies within them. He lowers his head once again and continues his assault on my lower body.
“Are you paying attention to me, Elizabeth?” my mom suddenly shrieks.
“Yes, you were talking about how daddy asked grandpa for your hand before you two even started dating,” I answer.
“Oh, okay. So like I was saying….” If I had a quarter for every time we had this conversation I would be a rich woman.

Zan’s nipping and nibbling are creeping lower and lower down my anatomy. If he keeps this up, I swear I’m gonna…

“Zan!” I yell into the phone. Zan’s laughter is vibrating against my inner core; everything this man does to me feels so good.
“What did you say, honey?” my mother suddenly asks me.
“Uh, I never told you the name of the guy I’m dating, his name is Zan,” I barely spit. His licks have become fast and furious, and I’m slipping into oblivion fast.
“Zan? I thought you said his name was Alexander. Is he European?”
“No, it short for Alex---ZAN!---der,” I shriek. He’s is really getting a kick out of this, I’ll fix his ass though.

“Honey, there is no need to scream, I can hear you just fine,” my mother informs me and sighs. “I can only hope that you really like him and he treats you right.”
“YES!” I scream. Oh my God, I am being serviced while I’m on the phone with my mother. God is truly going to punish me for this.
“Well, I’m glad you are so enthusiastic about him, Liz.”

There is a moment of silence. I am trying so hard not to moan into the phone, but in a minute I’m about to lose all control. Zan has me pinned down to the bed by my waist, and the only thing I can do is squirm under his hold. I’m almost there; I feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head when my mother starts speaking again.

“So in the event that your father and I do meet him, what should we call your mystery man? Alexander or Zan?” she inquires.
“Zaaann,” I slur and let the phone fall out my hands. Houston, we have just touched down, and it’s good.

“Liz! Liz!” My mother’s shrill voice is coming from the floor. Zan rolls off me and retrieves the phone. He hands it to me with a smirk on his face.

“Liz!”
“Sorry, Mom. I dropped the phone,” I say. At least I’m not lying to her.
“Okay,” she says suspiciously. “Well I’m going to let you go now…”
“Wait! Would you like to speak to Zan?” I suddenly ask her looking at Zan. He raises his eyebrow and looks at me as I smile devilishly at him.
“Yeah, is he there?”
“Uh huh, hold on a second.” I push the hold button and hand the phone to him. “My mother wants to talk to you,” I smile sweetly at him.

The look on his face is priceless, I wish I had my camera. He clears his throat and pushes the talk button on the phone.

“Hi Mrs. Parker,” he says sweetly and gets out the bed. He’s walking towards the bathroom when suddenly he stops. “Actually I was just about to take Liz out for something to eat when she handed me the phone…no, I already ate.” He winks at me and laughs. “Fine…yes….with all my heart. Sure, I’ll come….no, I set my own hours…Junior Vice President. No, I went to NYU. It’s okay…it was nice talking to you, too, Mrs. Parker.” He laughs again. “Okay, I will. Hold on, okay?” He hands me the phone with a smirk planted firmly on his face. “She wants to talk to you” is all he says and then he walks out the room.

“Mom?”
“Liz, he’s a keeper,” my mother breathes.
“How do you know that? You only spoke to him for like five minutes,” I reply.
“Trust me, I’m a mother, I know these things. Anyway, I told him I wanted to meet him and asked if he would come to Roswell with you on your next vacation break. He said yes, so you have no excuse, missy,” I am informed.
“Okay, we’ll see,” I smile into the phone.
“Well, I’m going to let you go so you can go to breakfast. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”

I hang up the phone, and sit in utter amazement. In the five minutes that Zan was on the phone he managed to totally enchant my mother; it took Max almost five years to do the same damn thing. Now all he has to do is meet my father. Oh, this should be loads of fun.

“Zan?” I call walking into the kitchen. I glance around and see he is nowhere to be found. I turn around to head back into the bedroom only to run right into him.
“So how did I do?” he asks taking me into his arms. He kisses my forehead.
“You did damned good. My mother hates all the men I’ve dated, how did you do that?”
“What can I say? Women love me, I have a gift,” he grins. I tweak his nipple ring.
“Are you trying to tell me something, Mr. Evans?” I smile up at him.
“Only that I love you,” he replies and takes my lips in his.
“Hey, didn’t you tell my mom you were going to take me out for breakfast?” I inquire as I pull away. A familiar haze of love and lust settle over his eyes.

“Yeah, and I will.” Zan kisses me again. “After I finish with mine.” He winks at me, hoists me over his shoulder, and carries me back into the bedroom…




Edited by - Kapone224 on 09/29/2001 00:29:53

[ edited 1 time(s), last at 13-Oct-2001 1:25:45 AM ]
posted on 10-Sep-2001 8:52:12 PM by Kapone224
Angela, you have missed no parts. This chapter is the next morning after Zan's possessive episode. You are all up to date.

As far as the madness that we are experiencing, I'm holding up pretty okay, but if I see them (the news) show one more person jumping from the WTC, I'm going to have a breakdown. Fanfic and God are really going to have to be my therapy for the next few days.

How's everything with you? How are the kiddies?

PS: Zan cloning has ceased, I don't have a man so he's all mine. That's the way it has to be for now. *wink*



I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
*Dreamer*Candygirl*Truckstopper*TessHater*Roswell Lover*Kapone224
posted on 12-Sep-2001 2:43:07 AM by Kapone224
Part 28

February 4, 2005

“So, what are you and Zan doing for Valentine’s Day?” Maria asks me as we walk into the commons area. It’s funny to think that just a month ago we were in the same place discussing Isabel’s treachery, and just two hours later I would find her in the cafeteria and beat her senseless.

“I have no idea, but if I know him the way I think I do, I’m guessing that he is planning something incredibly romantic even as we speak,” I reply smiling at my friend. We sit down at our usual table and take off our coats. “How about you and Michael? You guys have anything planned?”

“Michael doesn’t know it yet, but I do have a little something something planned,” she whispers with a mischievous gleam in her hazel eyes.
“Ah, do share,” I whisper leaning forward.
“Well as soon as his last class is over, I’m going to take him back to my dorm and we are going to have a nice candlelit dinner,” she begins.
“Wait a second, won’t it be a little early for dinner?” She shakes her head.
“No, he doesn’t get out of class until 5:30 that day. We will be in dinner mode by then.”
“Okay. So candlelight dinner, anything else planned?”
“But of course,” she grins. “After we finish dinner, I am going to blindfold him, and we are going to see the Rangers and Kings play.”
“Rangers, as in the New York Rangers, and Kings, as in the Los Angeles Kings?” Maria nods and smiles. “Girl, you are going to have Michael eating out the palm of your hand by the end of the night.”
“That’s the plan, Liz,” and we both dissolve into giggles. When we finish, she continues.

“I know that Michael really isn’t into the whole touchy feely thing, and he has a hard time expressing his feelings. He has been doing a whole lot better letting me know how he feels about me since New Year’s Eve, though.” Her eyes are misting over at the thought of that night, but I don’t blame her. Mine are misting up just thinking about his public declaration of love, too. “He has been trying so hard to make things in our relationship perfect, and I just want to show him how much I appreciate his efforts. If going to a hockey game is going to make him as happy as he’s made me over this past month, then I have no problem doing this for him.”

“That is so sweet of you, Maria. I am so glad things are working out for you guys now,” I say reaching across the table to hug my friend. For the first time in a long time, I can see it with my own eyes that Maria is truly happy.
“Yeah, I have Zan to thank for that,” she smiles. “Any ideas on what you’re going to get him yet?”
“None. It’s kinda hard to get or do anything for Zan, because he usually beats me to the punch.”
“Well what does he like to do, Liz? I mean besides love you,” she laughs. I laugh with her.

That’s a really good question. In all the time that we’ve been together everything has pretty much been about me and my needs. This may be harder than I originally thought.

“Maria, I have no idea. Part of me wants to believe that he is just like any other man, so any present I get him he’ll enjoy, but I know this isn’t true. He’s a special man, and he deserves to see how much he means to me.”
“So why don’t you just do show him how much you love him?” Maria responds.

Suddenly a thought comes to me, and a smile creeps across my face. I have got the perfect Valentine’s gift for Zan.

“Maria, you are a genius!” I exclaim and clap my hands together.
“You say this as if I already didn’t know it,” she counters and laughs at my excitement. “So you know what you’re going to do?”
“I have a pretty good idea, but I’m going to need Michael’s help.”
“Michael? Mr. Unromantic?” Maria inquires raising her eyebrow at me.
“If I do recall correctly it was Mr. Unromantic who pronounced his love for you on national television in Times Square on New Year’s Eve,” I answer pointing at her.
“He had help from Zan though.”
“Maybe Zan has rubbed off on him then. Whatever the case I’m willing to take a chance.”

Maria shrugs at me and then stretches her arms. She’s about to say something when we both notice Isabel coming into the commons. Without hesitation, we pack up our things and start walking towards the exit. We are walking out the door when we hear Isabel speak.

“My God, I didn’t know that white trash was such a problem at this school.” I turn around and take a look at her. Her face is still somewhat swollen, and her nose is still broken. The scratches that were once red are now dull in color, but the goose egg remains firmly attached to her head. I’m about to open my mouth and let the sailor that lives inside come out when Maria holds her hand up in front of my face. Suddenly she turns around and faces Isabel.

“Sanctuary, sanctuary!” she yells and points in her direction. “Quasimodo is among us!”

If that wasn’t enough, Maria begins to do this hunchback shuffle and crooks her arms into her chest. She crosses her eyes and begins to hit herself in the chest with her arms. People are beginning to look up from their work and giggle at Maria’s antics. I stopped trying to hold in my laughter a long time ago; I’m about to hit the floor I’m laughing so hard. Maria stops in front of Isabel and then resumes her normal posture.

“You should really learn when to close your mouth, bullshit really isn’t attractive,” she states. She points her finger to her temple and thinks for a moment. “But then again, neither are you. Oh yeah, tell Alex I said hello the next time you speak with him.” Maria turns on her heel and then walks back towards me.

“Let’s go,” she says and pulls me through the door. I’m still laughing as we cross the campus. I love my best friend.

“So when does Michael get out of class today?” I ask after my giggles have subsided.
“Uh, he should be out in about 20 minutes,” she responds while looking at her watch. “Exactly what are you planning on doing for Zan?”
“Now Maria, you know you can’t hold water in a metal bucket so what makes you think I’m going to tell you?” I smirk at her.
“Well forget you then, I don’t want to know anyway,” Maria responds crossing her arms over her chest.
“You are such a bad liar.”
“I know.”

We look at each other and burst out laughing again. After making plans to go shopping later that week, Maria and I part, and I head to Michael’s class so I can meet him. I get there just in time; he’s walking out the door when I turn the corner.

“Michael!” I call and begin to run towards him. He turns around and stops when he sees me.
“What’s up, Liz?” he smirks.
“Hey. I need to ask you for a favor,” I tell him.
“Let me guess. This has to do with Zan and Valentine’s Day.” I nod in amazement.
“How did you know?”
“Let’s just chock it up to alien intuition,” he smiles at me. I’m suspicious now.
“Hold on, did Zan say something to you about Valentine’s Day?”

Michael gives me a blank stare and crosses his arms over his chest. When I sigh, a chuckle slips from his lips.

“So what exactly did you need?” he smiles.
“Can we walk back to your apartment and talk about it there? It’s kinda cold out here,” I shiver. He nods, and we make the two block walk to his house. We go inside and immediately Michael goes to the kitchen.

“You want some hot chocolate?” he asks. I nod and plant myself on the couch. Minutes later he comes back with a steaming mug and hands it to me. I thank him and Michael sits down next to me.

“So what’s up, Liz? What is it you need me to do for this wonderful holiday that approaches,” he inquires rolling his eyes.
“Um, I was kinda wondering if you could…um, I want you to…” I stutter and finally pause. “Maybe I could show you so you could get a better idea of what I need you to do,” I suggest.

“You want me to connect with you?” Michael raises his eyebrow at me. I nod. He thinks for a second. “Alright, clear your mind.”

I do so, and I immediately feel him inside my head. Twenty seconds later, the connection is broken, and he is staring at me with awe on his face.

“You really love Zan, don’t you?” Michael asks. I blush and cast my head downward.
“With all my heart,” I whisper.
“What I just saw….I have no words to even….”
“I know. Well you think you can do something with it?”
“I can try. When do you need it by?”
“How about the twelfth? That’s eight days, will it be enough time for you?”
“Yeah, I should be done by then. Consider it as good as done,” he nods. I reach over and hug him.
“Thank you so much, this means so much to me, Michael. You have no idea,” I whisper in his ear. He pulls away and just shrugs. Ah, that’s Michael for you.

“So what are you and Maria doing?” I casually ask hiding my smile in my mug of hot chocolate.
“I’m not sure yet,” he says rubbing his hands together. “I’m actually trying to think of a way to top the New Year’s Eve thing.”
“Maybe you can just do something simple this time around to reinforce how much you care,” I suggest.
“Not sure about that. You know better than all us that Maria is not a simple person by any means,” he responds and I giggle. He’s learning. It’s been a slow process, but he actually seems to be getting the hang of Maria DeLuca.
“Well, I’m sure something will come to you eventually.” I stand up. “Thank you so much for helping me and thank you for the hot chocolate.” He nods and a small smile spreads across his face. I head towards the door, and then I hear Michael call my name. I turn around.

“Tell Zan that when he’s ready for his next ass whipping on the Playstation that I am ready for him.” A smirk is planted firmly on his face.
“Will do,” I nod and smile.

I’m about to walk back to my dorm room, but inspiration strikes me and I decide to go to Zan’s job instead. I hop on the subway, and twenty minutes later I’m standing in front of a 60-story building that seems to be constructed of glass. I push my way through the twirling glass door, and manage to jump in the elevator before the doors close. I quickly scan the directory and push the button that will take me to the 27th floor. I take a step back and lean against the elevator wall.

“You look a little young to work at Morgan Stanley,” a voice speaks. I turn around and see a man in his late twenties smiling at me. Damn it, he scared the shit out of me. His ass almost got maced.

“I’m just here visiting someone,” I respond politely.
“Lucky person. I wish someone as beautiful as you would come and visit me,” the man says. Not in this lifetime, buddy. I can’t really come up with anything to say so I just smile. Can’t this thing go any faster?

“My name is Damon,” he continues holding his hand out for me to shake. When I don’t tell him my name he just plows along. “I work for Morgan Stanley, too.”
“Is that right?” I look up and see that we’re only passing the 14th floor. Damn it.
“Yes. Hopefully the next time you come to visit your friend you can visit me too.” He’s still smiling at me.

I dip my head so he won’t have to see me laugh outright in his face. When I look up, I see him holding something in his hand.

“Here’s my card in case you ever need some financial advice. Or anything else for that matter.” He winks at me and it’s all I can do not to throw up on his wing tips. Finally the elevator door opens, and I all but run out. I walk to the receptionist’s desk and am greeted by a woman with a graying bun and a warm smile.

“Excuse me, but I’m looking for Alexander Evans’ office?” I inquire.
“He’s at the end of the hall, last door on your left, Hon,” she points indicating the way I should go.
“Thank you,” I reply and walk down the hall.

As I walk down the halls, I suddenly pick up a snatch of a conversation that is taking place around the coffeepot.

“I swear to God that I want that man more than anything in the world. He is so damn hot!” someone exclaims.
“Tell me about it! I was in the elevator with him earlier this morning, and I almost attacked him. I could eat him with a spoon, Cheryl,” another voice replies. Office gossip, this should be good.
“Who are you telling?” a third voice chimes in. “The man wears sex like a coat, good God. What I wouldn’t do to get a piece of that!”
“I can’t believe you lucked out like that, Shannon,” the first voice, Cheryl, says. “The gods must have been smiling on you the day you became Alexander Evans’ assistant.” What the hell?
“Don’t I know it!” Shannon exclaims. “He is epitome of fine. There have been so many days when I just wanted to lie naked across his desk and seduce him. It is so hard sitting outside his office sometimes.” Oh is that a fact? Maybe we can arrange for you to sit somewhere else Miss Hot in the Ass.
“I wondered how you did it!” a different voice adds. “Just the other day I was walking behind him, and I must say that he has the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to reach out and touch someone, mainly him,” the voice laughs. Keep your hands where they belong, bitch.

“Does anyone know if he has a girlfriend?” Hell yes, he does.
“Do I care?” Shannon asks smartly. “Mark my words, I will be Mrs. Alexander Evans before the end of this year. I can guarantee that. He will be mine.”

At this point, I don’t know whether to continue lurking in the shadows getting information, or break up their little hen meeting. My decision is made for me when I hear them beginning to disperse, and return back to their respective desks. I resume my walk down the hall, and finally reach his corner office. The door is slightly ajar, and I’m about to knock when I hear laughter coming from the inside of the office. I know I shouldn’t, but I eavesdrop. If that bitch Shannon is in there, I’m opening a can of whup ass all through this building, that’s a promise.

“I swear man, she was the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” a male voice says. It’s the flirting idiot from the elevator, Damon. I let out a sigh of relief. “I think I’m in love.”
“She was that great, huh?” I hear Zan ask.
“Man, if you could have seen her, you would have fell in love too. She was like a goddess. I wanted to do her right there in the elevator.”
“Did you at least get her name?”
“Unfortunately no, she was a little on the quiet side,” Damon remarks sadly. “She did say that she was visiting someone here, though.”
“Well maybe you’ll run into her again before she leaves.”

I choose this moment to knock on the door.

“Come in,” Zan calls. I push the mahogany door open and step inside.
“Hey you,” I smile at him. Surprise, shock, and happiness flood his eyes. He stands up and crosses the room, leaving Damon sitting at the desk with a stupefied look on his face.
“What are you doing here?” he asks and then kisses me gently. He takes my hand and leads me to a chair.
“I thought I would surprise you, and see what it is that you do all day. Are you surprised?” I tease.
“Most definitely,” he nods. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day.’
“Are you hungry? I was hoping we could go to lunch.” ‘You miss me today, baby?’

Zan cocks his head to the side and the infamous smirk slides across his mouth.

“Yeah, I haven’t gone to lunch yet.” ‘How about I lay you across this desk and show you how much?’
“What do feel like eating?”
“I’m not sure; a little bit of this, a little bit of that.” ‘You.’
“Hmm, okay.” ‘Is that right? Well here I am, seasoned to perfection. You want a taste?’
Zan clears his throat and covers his smile with his hand. He suddenly turns to Damon.

“Where are my manners? Damon, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. Liz, this is Damon,” he says gesturing to ashen looking man in the chair three feet away from mine.
“Oh, we met in the elevator about 10 minutes ago,” I say smiling. Damon pales even further.
“Nice to meet you,” he mumbles and stands. “Well I’ll just let you guys go to lunch,” he says quickly and basically runs out the office. I giggle and Zan closes the door.

On his way back to his desk, Zan makes a detour and grabs me out my chair. He runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me in for a kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked through the door, sweets,” he murmurs in between kisses. I moan into his mouth and pull him closer.
“You still hungry?” I lustily ask. He laughs at me.
“Yeah, but unfortunately my stomach is going to win the war today.” He kisses me again. “Where do you want to go?”
“Back to my room,” I smile. He rolls his eyes and laughs again.
“Sweets, get your mind out the gutter. If I go back to your room, then I’m not coming back to the office. I can promise you that.”
“And what’s so wrong with you staying shacked up in a room with the woman who adores you?”
“I gotta meeting in about two hours that I absolutely positively must go to.” I poke out my bottom lip. “Babe, don’t do that! You know I want to go with you, but I can’t. I gotta be a grown up today,” he whispers and smiles.
“Fine, “ I sigh. “Can we go to Gino’s then?”
“Consider it done,” he replies and kisses my forehead. Zan picks up his coat and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

We walk out into the hallway, and make our way to the elevator. As we wait for one to come, a red head with the biggest set of breasts I’ve ever seen approached us. Zan looks up and smiles at her.

“Shannon, I’m going to lunch now.” Behemoth breast woman is Shannon? I wonder what would happen if I kick her in the chest. Would I be sprayed by silicone or would her chest cave in? “I’ll be back in about an two hours.”
“Yes, Mr. Evans,” she answers while batting her eyes. Her eyes slide over me.
“And Shannon, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Elizabeth.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says holding her hand out to me hesitantly.
“I bet,” I reply and look at her hand. Just then our elevator comes and we step inside.

“What was that all about, babe?” Zan asks me.
“Let’s just talk about it at home. I want to enjoy our lunch,” I tell him as the elevator door closes.


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posted on 14-Sep-2001 3:43:43 PM by Kapone224
Part 29

“Maria, it was horrible. I have never seen anything like it,” I tell my best friend. We’re sitting in my kitchen eating ice cream, and I’m telling her about my surprise visit to Zan’s job.

“So a couple of women think your boyfriend is hot, big deal,” she says placing a spoonful of rocky road into her mouth. “It could always be worse.”
“How so?”
“They could think that he is ugly as all outdoors, and then I would have to question your taste in men."” Maria smiles at me.
”Maria, I’m serious.” She sighs and stares at me.
“Have you taken a moment to really look at Zan? Liz, I hate to break it to you, but Zan is one gorgeous hunk of man. If I wasn’t with Spaceboy and you weren’t my best friend, Lord knows that I would try to date him.”
“Maria!” I gasp as my spoon drops to the floor.
“Chica, it’s true. I mean, put yourself in their place. They work with a man who is young, highly successful and intelligent, doesn’t seem to have any emotional trauma in his life, and he is fine. Can you blame them for wanting him?”

Now that she puts it like that, I really can’t. If I weren’t already with Zan, then I would try to date him too. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed it before, but Zan really is a terrific guy.

“I know what you’re saying, Maria, but you weren’t there. You didn’t have to hear them talk about wanting to eat him up, or wanting to lay across his desk naked and seduce him. It’s almost like they knew I was standing there, and they were saying that stuff on purpose to spite me,” I whine.

“Liz, they were just being women. How many times have we talked about a guy like that?” she asks raising her eyebrow at me. I lower my head and giggle.
“We did it all the time,” I laugh.
“Exactly. To be honest with you I think you’re reading way too deep into this. So what if they want to jump his bones? I don’t care if this chick Shannon’s boobs were as big as Isabel’s and a cantaloupe combined, Zan is not interested. It’s obvious that he doesn’t feel the same way, because he comes home to you every night. Who did he buy that gorgeous promise ring that I am so jealous of for? You. Who does he practically live with, Liz? You. Who did he support during their disciplinary hearing? That’s right, Liz, you. Who did he stand by during the miscarriage? Once again, you. Zan loves you, and only you. Why don’t you see that?”

Maria stares at me for a minute, and then walks to the sink to rinse out her bowl. I hate her when she’s right. But even more, I hate myself for even doubting what Zan feels for me. I shake my head and chuckle at myself. Me and these damned insecurities.

“Did you talk to Zan about this?” Maria inquires as she returns to the table.
“No, I just told him we would talk about it later. I’m actually kinda hoping that he will have forgotten all about the incident and won’t even mention it, considering how idiotic I feel right now,” I sigh. “Why can’t I just get it through my thick skull that Zan loves me and only me? Why must I complicate things?”
“Because you aren’t used to things being simple in a relationship and working out,” she simply states. “You and Max didn’t have the easiest relationship, and you’ve got to remember that the relationship you guys had is pretty much the yard stick for every one after that. I can say the same about me and Michael’s relationship. If we ever break up, I feel sorry for the guy who comes after him. It’s going to be okay though, Liz. You just need to remember that you are the only one that Zan cares about, it’s you that he loves.”

“I’ll try, but it’s just so hard sometimes. I’m just a girl from a small town and this city has so many beautiful people in it that sometimes I don’t understand why he’s with me. I mean I’m grateful he is, but I really don’t understand it,” I say.

“He’s with you, because unlike a lot of these people walking around here you are real. I seriously doubt that Zan would waste his time on a person if he didn’t have genuine interest in them. All you need to understand is that he wants you.”
“But---“
“I don’t want to hear it, Liz. Case closed,” she cuts me off. “Moving on to other topics, did you talk to Michael about the Valentine’s gift?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a smile on my face. “He’s going to help me out.”
“Well good for you. At least something is going right for you,” she laughs.

Just then there is a knock on the door. I make my way to the door and open it, only to have Zan pull me out into the hallway and shut the door behind us.

“Zan, what are you doi---“ I don’t even get a chance to finish, because before I can blink Zan is kissing me with an intensity that can’t even be described in words. He pulls back and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Maria in there?” he asks in a hushed tone, his voice a little raspy from the kiss. I nod. “That’s what I thought. I didn’t want to gross her out or anything, sweets.”
“Please, like I didn’t know what was going on out here anyway,” Maria says stepping through the doorframe. She’s holding her purse and her coat.
“Hey Maria,” Zan smiles. She just looks between the both of us and shakes her head.
“Just remember to wear a condom,” she replies waving her hand in the air as she walks down the hall. She disappears around the corner and we walk inside.

“So how was your meeting?” I ask and sit on the couch. Once I am situated he lies on the couch and positions his head in my lap.
“Boring as hell,” he quickly replies.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss his nose. “Did you at least have fun at lunch today?”
“Anytime I’m with my girl is a good time,” he smiles up at me. “Thank you for rescuing me today.”
“You are quite welcome,” I reply.
I nudge him to sit up and he does. I walk to the bathroom, and just as I’m about to close the door a thought occurs to me. After I finish in the bathroom, I walk back to the couch and sit on Zan’s lap.

“Zan?”
“Yeah sweets?”
“Do you ever regret spending so much time with me?”
“What do you mean?” he asks raising his eyebrow at me.
“It’s not that I mind or anything, but we are always together. Sometimes I feel like I’m not letting you have a life,” I explain. “Like before you met me, what did you do when you weren’t working?” He just shrugs his shoulders.
“I went out to clubs and hung out with the guys on occasion, but pretty much I just stayed at home and read or did more work,” he answers.
“Don’t you miss doing that? Just hanging out with your friends?”
“Are you asking this because you feel like I’m smothering you?”
“No!” I gasp and shake my head. “I love being with you, if I could I would put you in my purse and carry you around with me everywhere I go. It’s just that I have Maria, Michael, and Alex. I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up going out with your friends and doing things that you want to do so you can be with me.”

“Sweets, I could be anywhere in the world right now if I wanted to, and I choose to be here in this dorm room with you. When me and the guys would get together, all we were really doing was looking for women to take home; well they were anyway, I just went along for the ride. The truth of the matter is once I found you, it was like I didn’t need to be with anyone else but you. I still talk to my friends and we go to lunch sometimes, but to be completely honest I just want to be with you,” he finishes rubbing his lips against my forehead. He looks into my eyes for a moment. “Do you not want me to come over as much or something?”

“Zan, that is not even the case! I just want you to know that I’ll understand if you want to be with the guys, or be around someone other than me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be around me every second of the day to make me happy. I know you had a life before me, and I want you to…” I gesture with my hands, hoping he understands what I’m trying to tell him. He nods at me.

“So if I want to go out with them every now again, you’d be cool with that?” Zan asks.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“And if I asked you to come out with me and my friends you wouldn’t mind?”
“I would love to meet your friends, Zan.” I kiss eyebrows and nose. I stand up and walk towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry, Zan?”
“Nah, but I do have something to ask you.”
“What’s up?” I call to the living room. The carrot cake in the fridge is calling me and I have every intention of answering it.

“What was with you and Shannon today?” The question hangs in the air for about 30 seconds, and then he waltzes in the kitchen. I’m leaning against the counter with the plate in my hand, and all I can do is stare at him.

“If I wouldn’t have known better, I would say that someone is jealous,” he teases taking a piece of cake off my plate and putting it into his mouth.
“Nothing, Zan. Everything is cool,” I nonchalantly answer and sit at the table.
“That shit didn’t look like nothing to me. Babe, you should have seen the look on your face; you looked like you were about to bitch slap her,” he chuckles.
“It’s not like she wouldn’t have deserved it,” I murmur and he looks at me intently. Oops, did I say that out loud?

“What are you talking about?” I sigh and look him in the eyes.
“When I came up there today, I heard Shannon and some of the other secretaries talking about how they wanted to do you and how fine you are. Shannon was talking about how she wanted to lie across your desk naked and seduce you, and then she started talking about how she was going to be Mrs. Evans by the end of the year,” I finish.
“Babe, she was just playing,” Zan gently says taking my free hand in his.
“She didn’t sound like she was playing to me,” I answer coldly. “The woman has an agenda, and she seems very intent on keeping it.”
“Sweets, they talk about all of us like that. It’s no big thing,” he tries to reassure me, but it’s not working.

“You weren’t there and you didn’t hear them saying all that stuff, I was. It’s a big thing to me, because they want what I have,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling. “God, when I actually did see Shannon, I….”
“You what, Liz? What happened when you saw her?” Zan probes quietly.
“It’s like I took one look at her and got scared. I was really hoping that she would be some shriveled up old hag, but she wasn’t. She’s really pretty and voluptuous, Zan, and I’m just plain old me. I can’t compete with that.” Tears are now running down my face.

“Baby, come here,” he whispers and pulls me onto his lap. He kisses my forehead. “You don’t have to worry about competing with her, because I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else but you. Nothing in the world is ever going to change that. They talk all that shit amongst themselves, Liz, but not once in all my time working there has any one of them ever stepped to me. Yes, Shannon is pretty, she is very pretty, but Liz, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman in the universe as far as I’m concerned, and why would I settle for someone who is pretty when I’ve already got beautiful?” He kisses my lips gently. “Besides, I’m really not a fan of silicone.” I can’t help but giggle at his last remark.

“You love me, Liz?”
“With all my heart.”
“Good, ‘cause I love you with all mine. Wouldn’t want you running off with strangers you meet in the elevator.” His eyes are sparkling with laughter.

When I groan into his shoulder, he chuckles and he stands with me in his arms. Zan carries me into the bedroom, and sets me down on the bed. He strips down to his boxer briefs and then dresses me in my pajamas. He turns down the covers and we lie down in my bed.

“Thank you, Zan,” I say as he strokes my hair. I can hear his heart beating underneath my ear.
“For what, sweets?”
“For understanding me, for loving me,” I whisper.
“No thank you.”
“For what, Zan?”
“For finally letting me in.” He kissed the crown of my head, and we close our eyes, letting sleep take over us.



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posted on 17-Sep-2001 5:20:25 PM by Kapone224
Here is the next part, check back for part B in a couple of hours. love the FB, Love you guys. Kim

Part 30A

February 9, 2005

“I miss you so much. Can’t you just transfer out here?” I ask Alex. We are having out weekly telephone conversation.
“As much as I would love to, I can’t, Liz. I’m actually almost done, and will be graduating after next semester,” he sighs.
“Are you serious? Exactly how did you manage to get out of school a semester early?”
“Because I’m a genius, Liz. Stop pretending like you didn’t know,” he teases. We both laugh at his last comment. “So how are things with Zan? I know you and Loverboy have something planned for Valentine’s Day.”
“Me and Zan are doing great. I’m so in love with him that I can hardly breathe sometimes, Alex. It’s like when I’m with him, nothing else in this world matters. Have you ever felt that way?”
“Yeah, actually I have,” he replies sadly. Shit, Isabel.
“I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t mean to---“
“No, it’s okay, Liz. You asked a question so I answered it,” he cuts me off.
“So how are you doing with that,” I timidly ask. I feel so bad for even bringing it up.
“I’m good, Liz, really I am. I have my good days where I don’t even think about her, but then there are days when she’s the only thing on my mind. It’s tough sometimes, I’m managing though,” he finishes.
“That’s good to hear, Alex.” I feel like such a chump right now. A moment of silence passes.
“Well, I guess I’ll call Maria now so she won’t cuss me out later on,” Alex announces. “You take care, Liz.”
“Will do. You do the same.”
“Love you, Liz.”
“Love you too, Alex. Bye.”
“Bye.”

I hang up the phone and am greeted by a heart full of hurt for my friend. How could I even bring up being madly in love to Alex? As much as I hate the girl, Isabel was his sun, moon, and stars, and though I hate to admit it, she did bring out the best in him and make him happy. Alex seems to be doing fine, but then again you can really tell with Alex since he’s always been Mr. Happy Go Lucky. I’m seriously contemplating calling him back so I can apologize for being so mindless and we can really talk when the phone rings. Maybe Alex was reading my mind.

“Hello?”
“Sweets, whatcha doin’?” Zan drawls. Just the sound of his voice is enough to bring a smile to my face.
“Hey you. I just got off the phone with Alex, and I was about to go get something to eat. What’s up?”
“You got plans for tonight?”
“No, why?”
“Tonight my job is doing this lame ass karaoke night type deal, and we are all required to go. Please come with me so I won’t have to kill anybody. Maybe you can fake sick or something so we can leave early,” Zan pleads.
“It sounds like fun, Zan. Me and Maria used to go to the karaoke bar and sing all the time. Have you ever tried it before?”
“Liz, let’s be serious. That shit sounds lame and you know it. Do I look like I would go to a karaoke bar?” Zan asks. I can’t help but to giggle at the ghastly tone of voice Zan is speaking in.

“Zan, trust me when I say it’s fun. You don’t even have to sing, part of the entertainment is watching people make fools of themselves.”
“So you’ll go?”
“Yeah, I’ll go. I might even get up and sing a song or two.” Yeah, right. I’m as tone deaf as they come.
“Can you fake sick so we can go home early?” He sounds like a six-year-old.
“Zan.”
“I can make it worth your while,” he whispers seductively.
“Oh yeah? And exactly how do you plan on doing that?” My tone of voice matches his.
“Babe, I don’t want to tell you, I’d rather show you.”
“You can’t even give me a hint?”
“Nope. I think you need to feel rather than be told,” he continues.
“You aren’t being fair,” I whine.
“Trust me, you’ll thank me later.” I sigh to myself. The man is like Fort Knox when he has a secret he wants to keep. “It starts seven, so I’ll come get you at about 6:45. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah. Any particular way I need to be dressed?”
“Bra and panties work for me, babe,” Zan whispers in the phone.
“Zan!” A blush is creeping over my face and hands. He’ll pay for that comment later on tonight.
“What? Okay, you can wear whatever you want just as long as you look good.”
“I always look good,” I tease.
“Don’t I know it,” he answers. Once again a blush covers my cheeks. “I’ll see you later then, sweets.”
“Alright. Love you, Zan.”
“Love you, too, babe.”

We hang up and I walk into my bedroom. After setting my alarm clock, I lay down and prepare to take a nap. For some strange reason, I am beat and the need for sleep is kicking my behind. I curl up under my favorite blanket, close my eyes, and fade into the realm of unconsciousness….

The blaring bleeping of my alarm clock scares the shit out of me. I look at the clock and see that it’s 6:00. After a 3-hour nap, I still don’t feel quite right. Maybe I’m just really tired from school and everything else that has happened for the past couple of months. Trudging to the bathroom, I strip and take my shower. After I’m done, I stand in front of my closet and play the game of “What Is Liz Going to Wear Tonight?”. Suddenly I wonder if that bitch Shannon is going to be there. Without any hesitation I pull out a white square necked sweater that dips low enough to show all the cleavage I can possibly muster and my tight black ankle length skirt with the white flowers that seem to dance on it when I walk. Next I look in my drawer for the infamous aqua bra that Maria wore in high school and so graciously passed on to me. I am not even playing around, tonight is war. Once I finish getting dressed, I grab my coat and walk into the living room only to be greeted by knocking at my door. I glance at my watch; it’s 6:45 on the dot. It can only be Zan. After grabbing my purse off a chair, I open the door and step out into the hallway.

“Hi Zan,” I say and quickly kiss him on the cheek. When I step back I notice that he’s staring at me with a look that I can’t quite place. “Is something wrong with the way I’m dressed?” I look down at my outfit.
“Babe, you have to change your clothes,” he replies seriously.
“Why? Am I not dressed right for the occasion?”
“It’s not that, Liz. You just look….I mean….Liz,” he falls over his words. “You are just too beautiful. I don’t want to have to fight tonight.” I grin up at him.
“You won’t have to fight, I promise. I’ll be good,” I tell him.
“It’s not you I’m worried about, sweets. It’s everyone else I’m worried about.” He looks me up and down once again. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” The look of pure wanting and frustration that crosses his face is priceless. He looks so torn, and it’s hilarious.

Zan grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway, all the while with me laughing in tow. I take advantage of the view I have of Zan’s backside. That secretary was right, he does have a nice ass. This only makes me laugh harder. I’m still giggling when we get in the car.

“And just what is so funny, Ms. Parker?” he asks with his eyebrow raised.
“Nothing,” I say trying to quiet my giggles.
“I think you’re lying,” he replies bringing his face closer to mine.
“And I think you are gorgeous,” I reply bringing my lips in contact with his. The kiss we share starts off sweet, but by the time we break away lust and wanting are hanging in the air.
“Do we really have to go to this stupid thing?” Zan whispers and kisses my chin. His hands are bringing my face closer to his, and his eyes are gazing intently into my own.

Now here’s the thing: everything in my body is telling me to jump out the car and race back to my dorm room so I can have my every wish granted by this man. My body is aching in anticipation to be consumed by him until the wee hours of the morning, and I want to call his name until my voice no longer works. This is an easy decision, right?

“Zan, we have to go. Let’s just see what they have planned and then we can leave,” I tell him.

Wrong. The moment the words came tumbling out my mouth I regretted them, and a feeling of dread settled over my chest. After about 20 minutes of driving through traffic, we arrive at Chi Chi’s, a restaurant known for its margaritas and karaoke singing. Zan crosses to my side of the car and opens my door, pulling me close to him as he helps me out the car.

“You sure you want to do this? We can always just get back in the car and drive to the apartment, it’s only ten minutes from here,” he pleads and kisses the crown of my head as if to convince me to go along with his plan. I just sigh.
“Zan, we’re already here. Let’s just go inside and get this over with,” I respond.

After holding each other for another five minutes, we finally move away from the car and towards the entrance of the restaurant. He holds the door open for me and we walk inside.

“Evans, you finally made it! And who is this lovely young woman you have with you?” a silver haired gentleman asks while shaking Zan’s hand.
“Mr. Fox, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. Liz, this is my boss, Mr. Fox,” Zan introduces.
“Nice to meet you,” I say extending my hand to him.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he winks at me and then kisses my cheek. Blecchh. He’s old enough to be my grandfather, and smells like one too.
“So are you guys going to grace us with a song tonight?” Mr. Fox asks. Right then we hear cheering and yelling from the other side of the restaurant. When Zan and I look at each other, Mr. Fox just chuckles and says, “That must be Wayne from accounting, he’s sang almost six songs already. They love him.”

“Zan might sing something a little later on, but we’ll have to see,” I smile at Mr. Fox. Zan is squirming and his grip on my hand has just gotten tighter.

‘Why did you tell him that?’
‘Because I like to see you squirm.’ I look up at him and smile.

“Well, I’ll sing if Elizabeth sings with me,” Zan promises the old man. ‘Who’s squirming now?’

“Alright. Go inside and have a good time then, I’ll see you guys later,” Mr. Fox replies and then walks off. As soon as he walks off, I turn and face Zan.

“There is no way in hell I’m singing,” I tell him.
“Then I guess that I don’t have to sing either, now do I?” Zan answers. He kisses my forehead. “Come on, let’s see what these idiots are up to so we can go home.”

We walk into the lounge and automatically my eyes fall on the behemoth breast beast, Shannon. She has on a moss green low cut sweater and these pants that I can guarantee will give her a yeast infection they are so tight. She’s sitting with a group of women who I can only guess are the crows from the coffee pot gossip hour, and they all begin to whisper when they see me and Zan together. My chest is beginning to tighten and my breathing is becoming faulty when I feel Zan lean over and kiss me. I let his tongue part my lips willingly, and our tongues begin the gentle massage that we have long since grown accustomed to. When people begin to hoot and holler, whether for us or the singer on stage I’m not sure, I pull away from him and stare into his eyes.

“What was that for?” I ask when I finally find my voice.
“Because I love you, and no one else,” he answers and the lop sided grin appears on his face. “Remember that, sweets.” I smile back at him and we find a table to sit at.

Whisper about that, Shannon.



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posted on 17-Sep-2001 10:42:48 PM by Kapone224
People, I am sitting here with a big cheesy grin on my face because unlike the last couple of parts I have posted, I actually like this part and think you guys will like it too. Leave me some FB so I can know you enjoyed reading this part as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh yeah, songs belong to Aaliyah, Monica, and Prince in that order. Kim *big*

Part 30B

“You can’t tell me this isn’t fun,” I whisper to Zan as I sip my rum and coke.

We’ve been sitting here laughing at his co-workers for the past 30 minutes, and we can’t stop. Some people should really just know when not to touch a microphone, but obviously they don’t. For example, there is a man on stage at this very moment singing “Don’t Be Cruel” and he actually sounds pretty good, but the thing that’s so funny is he has a heavy German accent and it keeps chopping up some of the words. I don’t know these people so I can’t just outright laugh at them, at least I’m trying hard not to.

“Babe, you were right,” Zan says wiping the tears from his eyes. “I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow, I wish I had a video camera with me.” Just then “Don’t Be Cruel” ends and we all applaud.

“Alright. Let’s welcome our next performer to the stage, Helen Reeves from the mail room!” the announcer enthusiastically states. We give our obligatory courtesy clap as a heavyset blonde with a double chin and coke bottle glasses walks to the stage. I can feel the giggles already bubbling up in my throat. Zan places his hand over mine, and bows his head.

“Babe, please don’t start. If you start laughing again, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop,” Zan whispers to me.
“Okay, let me calm down a little.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can do this, really I can.

Then the song comes on. It’s “Kung Fu Fighting” by Carl Douglas.

“Oh-hoh-hoh-hoahhh,” Helen sings in a high operatic voice. She can’t be serious.

I look at Zan, and he looks back at me. Then simultaneously, we burst into giggles. I don’t even think I remember her finishing the song, because I was laughing so hard. Zan pretty much just put his head on the table so no one would see him laugh, but I could see his body racking with laughter. When the song was over and he eventually raised his head from the table, tears were streaming down his face. I hand him my napkin so he can fix his face. We are still laughing so hard that we don’t hear the next performer being called to the stage. When we hear a woman’s voice vocalizing we turn our attention to the stage, only to find Shannon and her big breasts walking towards our table.

Maybe I'm just wrong for feelin the way I do
Thoughts indecent, want to put those down to you
I know you have a girl, I don't want to tie
When you're free one night just make those hours mine

I can be another woman in your life
I can be the other reason you're out at night
I can be all the things you thought she might
I can be on the side
That would alright, alright, alright


I’m sitting here wondering what would happen if I got up from this table and beat her ass to a bloody pulp. I look over at Zan, and find that he is wearing a blank expression on his face. Shannon comes around to Zan’s side of the table and begins to wiggle and gyrate in front of him as she continues to sing. If her breasts get any closer to his face, I’m going to take my mace out of my purse and hose her ass down.

Love just ain't my thang, but half of you might be
Enough for two or more, no her to me and me
Fine like expensive wine, drunk off one glass of you
I think that might be too much, so weekends for me are cool

I can be another woman in your life
I can be the other reason you're out at night
I can be all the things you thought she might
I can be on the side
That would alright, alright, alright


I don’t even wait for her to finish singing the chorus again; I jump up from the table and race to the bathroom. Once inside, I walk into a stall and close the door before sliding to the floor. The bitch just blatantly disrespected me in front of my man and the rest of his co-workers. If murder weren’t illegal in all 50 states, I would go back out there and stab her with a broken beer bottle. I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up when I hear people walking into the bathroom.

“Did you see the look on her face when she walked away from the table? I just know she was crying,” I hear a familiar voice say. It’s one of those cows from the coffee pot roundtable.
“Damn, Shannon. Did you have to pick that song to sing to Zan?” someone else chimes in. “He is your boss, how are you going to face him tomorrow?”
“The same way I face him everyday, Cheryl: with a smile on my face and thoughts of him naked running around in my head,” she says laughing. “I told you guys before and I will tell you again, Alexander Evans will be mine.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Shannon,” another voice pipes in. I look through the cracks of the bathroom stall and see a black haired woman with blue eyes staring Shannon down. From what I can see her finger is in Shannon’s face and she looks kinda angry.

“What do you mean? Are you still caught up on Elizabeth?” Shannon asks pointedly. I hate the way that bitch says my name. “You shouldn’t be, Lisa. Obviously she can’t handle Alexander or what goes on in his life, because if she could she would still be sitting at the table with him instead of running out the restaurant like the little girl she is. Please, she just relinquished any claim she had to him.” Lisa just takes this all in stride and chuckles.
“Do you really think that you have ‘won’ Evans by that little pitiful gyration show you just put on out there? Please, get a life and get a clue. Don’t think that just because you threw the silicone in his face that he’s going to come running after you now. You’ve been his assistant for how many years now, and he still hasn’t come after you, has he?” Lisa finishes.

“You are so transparent. We all know that you’re just jealous of me.” To this comment Lisa chuckles louder. “You can laugh all you want, but we all know it’s true. You’re jealous because I’m Alexander’s assistant and you aren’t. You’re jealous, because when I’m out on dates at night, you’re stuck at home miserable. You’re jealous because I have this great body that men flock to, and they just pass you by.”

“I will have you know that if I wanted your body, I could have it, Shannon. All I have to do is swing by my local plastic surgeon and that could be arranged. As for the other things you want to assume, keep lying to yourself. If it makes you feel better and helps you get through the day, then by all means lie until your lips fall off,” Lisa finishes menacingly. “It’s trash like you that makes women like me look bad.”

“Whatever,” I hear Shannon scoff and she turns to walk out the bathroom with the rest of her crew. When they are gone, I open the stall door and quietly walk out to find Lisa standing in front of the mirror with both her hands planted on the sink and her head cast down.

“I hope his girlfriend comes back and kicks your ass,” she mutters to herself.
“I don’t think Alexander would appreciate that too much,” I softly say and Lisa’s head shoots up in surprise. She turns to face me.

“You were in there that whole time?” she whispers shocked. I nod my head.
“Thanks for standing up for me, Lisa is it?” I ask and she nods.
“She’s a bitch, plain and simple. She thinks that just because she has breasts that she’s someone special when really she’s just an insecure little whore,” Lisa states. I can’t help but giggle. I take a deep breath and look into the mirror.

“Could you do me a favor?” I inquire of Lisa. When she nods I continue. “I know I just met you, but could you please go explain what happened to Alexander and let him know I’ll be out in a couple of minutes? I would really appreciate it if you would sit with us for the rest of the night, too.”

Lisa smiles at me and nods. “I would be happy to sit with you guys. The conversation at my table was kinda dry anyway. I’ll just go tell him you’ll be a couple of minutes.” She smiles again and walks out the bathroom.

I’m standing in the bathroom contemplating my next move. Shannon has to pay for her acts, and I refuse to let her think that she won and that Zan is now fair game. She hasn’t won shit, and she never will. After a couple of minutes of serious thought, I dab my face with a damp paper towel and walk out the bathroom. I walk to the DJ booth and signal the announcer to come to me.

“Are you still doing karaoke?” I ask him. When he nods, I whisper into his ear and walk towards the stage.

“People we have a treat. We have another brave soul ready to perform so let’s give it up for Liz!” he shouts. People are looking around in confusion, and I hear a couple of gasps as I step on the stage.

I lied. I can sing almost as well as Maria. The thing is I just get really embarrassed at the thought of someone other than me or my best friend hearing me. My parents don’t even know I can sing. I look out into the crowd and see shock written across Zan’s face. I nod at Lisa who is sitting a safe distance away from Zan, but close enough to ward off random women. She gives me two thumbs up and smiles at me. The music starts and I begin to sway with the beat. My cue comes and I open my mouth, letting the words flow out in perfect time and melody.

You need to give it up.
Had about enough.
It's not hard to see,
the boy is mine.


Now I know that this song usually requires two people to sing it, but since the words are what’s really important here, I’ll just sing both parts. I’m every woman, it’s all in me; at least it will have to be tonight.

I think it's time we got this straight,
let's sit and talk face to face.
There is no way you could mistake him for your man,
Are you insane?
See I know that you may be
just a bit jealous of me.
Cause' you're blind if you can't see
that his love is all in me.
See I tried to hesitate,
I didn't want to say what he told me.
He said without me
he couldn't make it through the day,
ain't that a shame.
And maybe you misunderstood,
Plus I can't see how he could
wanna take his time and that's all good.
All of my love was all it took
The boy is mine.


I don’t know if people are enjoying my singing, nor do I care. I feel really good, and as I’m singing I feel all the tension and anxiety lifting off my body.

You need to give it up.
Had about enough.
It's not hard to see,
the boy is mine.
I'm sorry that you
seem to be confused.
He belongs to me
the boy is mine.


By the end of the chorus, I don’t even realize it, but I have walked off the stage and am now standing in front Shannon and her cronies. My finger is in her face, and I’m singing as if my life depended on it.

Must you do the things you do
Keep on acting like a fool
You need to know it's me not you
And if you didn't know it girl it's true.
I think that you should realize,
And try to understand why
He is a part of my life
I know it's killing you inside.
You can say what you wanna say.
What we have you can't take.
From the truth you can't escape.
I can tell the real from the fake.


At this point in the song I actually point at her breasts. I hear giggles all across the room.

When will you get the picture.
You're the past, I'm the future
Get away it's my time to shine
if you didn't know the boy is mine.
You can't destroy this love I've found
Your silly games I won't allow
The boy is mine without a doubt
You might as well throw in the towel
What makes you think that he wants you,
when I'm the one that brought him to
The special place that's in my heart,
he was my love right from the start


I walk around the table and stand directly in front of Shannon, not once taking my finger out of her face. She is livid, I can see it in her eyes. I dare her to do something about it though. I continue to sing as loud as I can without being off key so she can here me.

He belongs to me
The boy is mine, not yours
But mine!
Not yours!
But mine!
Not yours!
But mine!
I'm sorry that you
seem to be confused.
He belongs to me
the boy is mine.


I stare at her for a minute before backing away. I’m not even aware of the catcalls and cheers that I am receiving. After returning the microphone to the DJ, I walk back to the table and sit next to Zan.

“Oh my God! You have the most incredible voice,” Lisa gushes. “I swear, I thought I was gonna pee on myself when you walked off the stage and walked over to their table,” she continues laughing.

“Zan?” I whisper. In all the time that I’ve been sitting at the table Zan has not said one word. I don’t know if my little public display pissed him off or what’s going on in his head. I just want him to say something. After a minute of just staring at me, he pushes the some hair out of my eyes and smiles.

“I love you, Liz.” His smile continues to grow until it’s a full on cheese. I blush and duck my head.

‘You’ll never know how much I love you for doing that, babe.’
‘Maybe you can give me some kind of indication when we get home.’ I smile at him.
‘I’ll have to think about it.’ His face is beaming, and the light shining in his eyes is all the approval I’ll ever need in this lifetime.

“Maybe I should just leave….” Lisa trails off. I was so busy staring at Zan that I forgot she was there.
“No, please stay. I really appreciate what you said, you didn’t have to but you did anyway,” I tell her.
“Yes, and I have something I would like to discuss with you,” Zan says turning to face her. “It looks like I have a new opening for an assistant, how would you like it?”

A smile as brilliant as the sun crosses Lisa’s face. Her blue eyes are glittering with happiness.

“I would love to work with you, but I’m already working with Mr. Baker,” she replies.
“If I could handle the details with Baker, would you be able to work with me?” Zan asks.
“Of course,” she nearly shouts and then giggles at her response.
“Consider it done, then,” Zan states and holds out his hand so she could shake it. She does so and the brilliant smile never leaves her face. I can’t help but to smile, too. I’m so happy for her. “Ladies, excuse me for just a moment. I have some business I need to handle.” Zan kisses my forehead, smiles at Lisa, and then walks towards Shannon’s table.

“Congratulations,” I smile at her.
“Thank you so much,” she smiles right back. We both look towards the other side of the room. “God, if I could only be a fly on that side of the wall.” I realize why I like her so much, she reminds me of an older Maria.

Zan finishes his business at the table and then disappears. Lisa and I are caught up in polite conversation when the announcer’s voice rings through the club once again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Alexander Evans!”

At the mention of his name, I turn and face the stage. This should be good.

“Ooh, I think someone is about to be serenaded,” Lisa whispers in a teasing tone. I blush and look away from her. The music starts and a voice that I’ve never heard floats out of Zan’s mouth.

Could you be the most beautiful girl in the world, ah
It's plain to see, you're the reason that God made a girl, mmm

When the day turns into the last day of all time
I can say, I hope you are in these arms of mine, mmm
And when the night falls before that day I will cry
I will cry tears of joy 'cause after you all one can do is die

Could you be the most beautiful girl in the world, ah
It's plain to see, you're the reason that God made a girl, mmm
Oh yes you are


I am sitting here with a smile on my face as big as the Grand Canyon. This beautiful with his beautiful voice is singing to me in front of all the people he works with. I want to blush and cry and scream and stand up and dance and just show the rest of this room how happy I am. I turn to Lisa and smile, but she only points back at the stage with a smile on her face. I turn back around, only to see Zan standing right in front of me singing now.

How can I get through days when I can't get through hours, mmm
I can try but when I do I see you and I'm devoured, oh yes
Who'd allow, who'd allow a face to be soft as a flower, oh
I could bow and feel proud in the light of this power
Oh oh yes, oh oh

Could you be the most beautiful girl in the world, ah
It's plain to see, you're the reason that God made a girl, mmm
Oh yes you are


Zan extends his hand to me and I take it. He pulls me out my chair and pulls me into his chest so we can dance. He’s still singing the whole time, and out the corner of my eye I see Shannon stand and leave. Oh well.

And if the stars ever fell one by one from the sky
I know Mars could not be too far behind
'Cause baby, this kind of beauty has got no reason to ever be shy
'Cause honey, this kind of beauty, the kind that comes from inside

Could you be (could you be)
The most beautiful girl in the world
So beautiful, beautiful
It's plain to see (plain to see)
You're the reason that God made a girl

Could you be the most beautiful girl (you) in the world
(You're my girl, ah yeah)
It's plain to see (ooh)
You're the reason that God made a girl (you're the reason, oh)
If the stars (could you be) ever fell one by one from the sky
(The most beautiful girl in the world) oh woh, oh yeah
I know Mars (it's plain to see) could not be too far behind
(You're the reason that God made a girl)
Could you be (ooh) the most beautiful girl in the world
(Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)
Could you be (ooh) the most beautiful girl in the world


I know that I have soaked the shoulder of Zan’s shoulder, but I don’t care and neither will he. I am so happy that all I can do is cry. The announcer must have sensed that Zan wasn’t walking back up to the stage so he walked over to our table, took the microphone, and walked back to the DJ booth. His co-workers are hooping and hollering, but we are in our own little world.

“Why did you do that?” I whisper.
“I told you I would sing if you sang. A promise is a promise.” He shrugs his shoulders and smiles at me.
“Where did you learn how to sing like that?” I inquire.
“You’re not the only one with a few secrets,” he continues to smile. “You ready to go sweets? I got another promise I need to make good on with you tonight.”

If the look in his eyes is just a fraction of the satisfaction I’ll be receiving tonight, then I was ready an hour ago.

“I’m ready, Zan,” I respond.
“I hope so,” he counters and winks at me. I’m still in his arms when he turns to Lisa, who is holding up my purse and our coats.
“I thought you would be needing these,” she says coyly. Zan smiles at her and takes our things.
“See you tomorrow,” he waves as we make our way through the door and to the car.


I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
*redface* *Dreamer*Candygirl*Truckstopper*TessHater*Roswell Lover*Kapone224

Edited by - Kapone224 on 09/18/2001 22:48:58
posted on 19-Sep-2001 3:33:16 AM by Kapone224
People, inspiration struck me and I had to post, which is why I'm up at the wee hours of the morning. I think you guys will like this part and another part will follow tomorrow. Love you guys, love the FB. Enjoy, Kim *smile*

Part 31A

February 13, 2005

“Michael, are you sure this is going to work?” I ask nervously. We are standing in the middle of Zan’s apartment setting up his Valentine’s Day present, and I am a nervous wreck.

“Yes, Liz,” he sighs. “Everything is going to work just fine. Why don’t you go sit down or something.”
“And all he has to do is touch it?” I’m wearing a hole into the Persian rug I am standing on. I can’t help it, I just want everything to be right; I want Zan to appreciate everything that I’m trying to do for him tonight.
“Liz, sit,” Michael yells at me and I do as I’m told. Ten seconds later, he steps away from his masterpiece. “It’s done, Liz. Would you like to see it?”
“No, I’ll just wait until I give it to him and see it then.” I stare at the seemingly blank surface. “Michael?”
“It’ll work, Liz. If it doesn’t then you can tell my secret to the world,” he says with a smirk on his face.
“You’re that sure everything is going to work out?”
“Positive,” he says nodding his head. He then walks towards me and sits down on the leather couch. “Everything is going to be alright. Even if it didn’t work he would love you for trying. Trust me,” he finishes putting his hand on my shoulder.

I sigh and stand up from my place on the couch. I take a look around Zan’s apartment and take a deep breath. This night should be interesting if all else fails.

“I’m gonna go now, Liz,” Michael states grabbing his coat and walking towards the door.
“Okay. Thank you so much for helping me out,” I reply rushing over to him to give him a hug. “You will never know how much I appreciate this.”
“Whatever. Just have fun tonight.” Michael looks at me and the trademark smirk slides over his face.
“Believe me, I plan on it,” I smile at him. He just shakes his head and waves as he walks through the door.

After going to the bedroom and changing my clothes, I walk to the middle of the apartment and just stand there, letting the scene I have created overtake me. To my right I have dressed a table in white linen, candles, china, and hand crafted sterling silverware. Lobster tails, shrimp scampi, seafood jambalaya, salad, and sparkling cider adorn the table as well. To my left stands Zan’s present, and on the other side of the room the fireplace is roaring to life, courtesy of Michael and his manly skills. I look on the ground and smile at the intricate trail of rose petals that will lead Zan from the front door to the dining room table to the bathroom to the bedroom and then back out into the living room. Finally, I give myself a once over and chew on my bottom lip. Zan is not an ordinary man, but tonight I’m going to need him to be as far as my wardrobe is concerned. Draped on my frame is the thigh length black satin chemise gown and matching robe that Maria and I purchased from Victoria’s Secret earlier today, and underneath all that is a simple black thong. I have no idea what Zan likes as far as lingerie is concerned, but I hope he likes it nonetheless. Now all he has to do is show up. Here we go.

‘Zan!’
‘Babe, what’s wrong?’
‘I need you to come home right now!’
‘Sweets, where are you?’
‘I’m at your apartment, please hurry! I need you here now!’
‘Liz, I need you to calm down. Baby, just tell me what’s wrong.’
‘Zan, I can’t! Just hurry!’

After my last message I block our connection and a devious smile slides over my face. I give him five minutes tops before he’s running through the front door frantic. Now he’s either going to love me, or kill me, but hey that’s a chance I’m willing to take. I’m not even going to sit down or make him try to find me. I’m just going to stand here and be a part of the ambiance when he walks through the door. About three minutes later I hear footsteps barreling up the stairwell. He didn’t even take the elevator, how cute. The footsteps are getting closer and closer still to the door at an alarming and then everything goes silent. He must be reading the instructions on the door. I smile to myself as the door swings open.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” I grin at him. The smell of the rose petals must have just hit his nostrils, because suddenly he looks down. Zan looks up at me, and cocks his head to the side.

“Liz?” He begins to move towards me, but I shake my finger at him.
“Ah, ah, ah. Shoes must come off before you enter this house and you must stay on the rose petal road,” I continue to smile. When his shoes are off, Zan walks towards me hesitantly.
“Baby, are you okay? Is everything alright?” he asks cautiously as he stops in front of me. Concern and worry are burning in his eyes. I stand on my tiptoes and draw his head towards my face. I let my arms snake around his neck and kiss him gently. When I pull back, the worry is gone.

“Now Mr. Evans, why would you think that something is wrong?” I wink at him, and suddenly it’s like the light comes on in his head. He tilts his head down even further towards mine and lets our heads rest against each other.
“Baby, say it ain’t so,” he whispers with a smile on his face.
“It is,” I smile back at him. “Surprise.”

Zan wraps his arms tighter around my waste and draws me into his chest. My nature is rising at the mere caress of his body against mine, and I can tell that my body is having the same effect on him. I take a step back before things get heated, and he moans at the loss of my body heat.

“Follow the path to your first destination, and I’ll join you in just a second,” I tell him.
“Liiizzz,” he whines.
“For me, Zan, please?” I ask with my bottom lip poked out a bit. Desire races through his eyes and he quickly seats himself at the table.

“Here, let me help with that,” I whisper as I saunter to the table. After I make him scoot his chair away from the table, I straddle his lap and begin to loosen his tie. I pop open the first four buttons of his white dress shirt, and leave a trail of soft open mouthed kisses on his chest. When I chance to look at his face, I see his eyes are closed and he’s chewing on his lower lip.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. Fuck, Liz,” he whispers with his eyes still closed.
“We’ve got all the time in the world for that, Zan,” I whisper back and move off his lap. His eyes open and he stares at me in disappointed shock. “For now, bon appetite.” I hand him his white linen napkin and head to my end of the table.

“You are an evil woman,” Zan replies to my retreating figure.
“Yeah, but you like it,” I smile as I seat myself. Zan continues to stare at me with the same intensity in his eyes he had the night I made it clear to Max that it was over. I quickly look away for I am sucked into the rapture in Zan’s eyes and pick up my fork. “You better eat, Zan, before it gets cold.”

Zan picks up his fork, but not once does his gaze towards my end of the table falter. He’s trying to formulate words to say, but nothing is coming out. After another 10 seconds of silence he finally speaks.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone like you love me?” he asks with a smile on his face and love in his eyes.
“Because you had the courage, strength, determination, and faith to love me,” I reply.

He bows his head down at my response, and after a moment he digs into his food. For the next 20 minutes all that can be heard are moans and groans of gustatory satisfaction. I really shouldn’t but I can’t resist.

‘You know that’s what you sound like when we make love, right?’ I gaze into his eyes with a smirk on my face, and he begins to blush profusely.

“Now you know what I felt like when you said it,” I giggle at him.

We finish our entrees, and Zan stands up with his plate in his hand. I stop him before he has a chance to successfully walk into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I ask standing with my hands on my hips.
“Sweets, you cooked this bomb ass meal so I was just gonna wash the---“
“Uh uh. Not tonight, you aren’t. Does the rose path lead into the kitchen?” When he shakes his head timidly, it’s all I can do not to giggle. “Drop the plate, Evans.” He does as he is told.

I walk to his end of the table and hold out my hand to him.

“Shall we?” I ask with a grin on my face.
“We shall,” he answers and takes my hand. He kisses each knuckle and then sucks on my pinky. When I shiver in response, he smirks at me. “Glad to know I’m not the only one affected here, sweets,” he chuckles

Trust me, Zan, you aren’t.

I lead Zan into the bathroom where the scent of vanilla and sandalwood candles greet us, and close the door. When we are standing in front of the tub, I let go of his hand and cross my arms over my chest.

“Strip,” I command and obediently Zan begins to take off his clothes. I turn my back to him, because if I don’t, there will be hell to pay in this bathroom and I can’t afford for that to happen since I have a couple of more surprises in store for tonight. I catch a glimpse of Zan’s naked thighs and behind, and almost have a seizure. After regaining my composure, I walk to the sink and grab a wash cloth. I sit by the edge of the tub on my knees, and soap the rag.

“What, you aren’t getting in with me?” Zan asks with the curiosity of a little boy.
“Nope,” I say shaking my head. “Tonight is all about you, love. Tonight is about making you happy.”
“Why are you doing this for me, baby?” he whispers.
“Because you deserve it, Zan. You are a king among men, and it’s time that you are treated as such,” I reply kissing his nose. “To be able to do this for you is an honor and privilege for me, because of the love I feel for you.”

I wash his body down, making sure not to “accidentally” stay in his erogenous zones too long for fear that my plans will be ruined and I will end up seeking my own personal pleasure. Zan needs to know that tonight is solely about him; if something happens and I end up being pleased in the process then so be it, but that is not my main purpose tonight. I just want him to feel as loved and wanted as humanly possible. After Zan is clean, I remove him from the tub and dry him off. I wrap a fresh towel around his waist and we follow the path into the bedroom.

“Lie down on your stomach,” I gently order and once again he does as he’s told.
“I’m beginning to think you like this little dominatrix game we’re playing, sweets,” Zan winks at me. “All you need is some high heeled boots and a whip, and I’d be convinced.”
“I tell you what: if you buy it, I’ll wear it,” I smile and kiss his back. I climb on the bed and straddle his back.
“Sweets, don’t tease me,” he chuckles and I giggle with him.

I reach down on the side of the bed and grab the vanilla scented massage oil that I bought earlier this week. After rubbing a generous portion in the palms of my hands, I gently knead the kinks and knots out of Zan’s back and arms with both the fronts and backs of my hands.

“Shit, that feels good,” Zan moans. He stretches his torso further to give me full access to his back.
“You like that, baby?” I whisper.
“Mm hmm,” he moans and gasps in pleasure.

I bend my head and increase the pressure as I massage directly down his spine. With every stroke and knead of my hands, Zan’s body is becoming looser and his moans are growing louder. After moving off his back, I remove Zan’s towel and toss it to the side.

“Liz?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not through yet.”

I rub some more oil in my hands, and then work by way down his behind and legs. When I finish with his ankles, I kiss his feet and gently work my way back up my Adonis’ body.

“Baby, turn over,” I tell him. There is a moment of hesitation.
“You sure about that?” he whispers deviously.
“Positive.”
“Fine by me,” he laughs.

Zan rotates his body and the first thing I see is little Zan, which isn’t so little at all. My face must have betrayed my feelings, because the first thing he does when he looks at me is laugh.

“You asked for it, sweets,” he tells me still laughing.
“Yeah, I did,” I blush. Please God, give me strength not rape him in his present state at this present moment.

Twenty minutes and several “ooh, baby”, “shit, that feels good”, and “you just don’t know what you’re doing to me”s later, I hand Zan his boxers and lie next to him on the bed. He pulls me into his arms, and I am rewarded with several passion inducing kisses.

“Thank you for my night,” Zan whispers. He kisses my nose and strokes my breast with his left hand.
“Ah, but your night isn’t over yet,” I reply. “There is one more thing you need to see before the night will be officially through. You feel up to it?” I seductively whisper.
“Anything you want to give me, I will gladly take, babe,” he replies and kisses me once more. We stand and I take his hand in mine. I lead him out the bedroom, and back onto the path.

We continue down the path and stop at our last destination, and I continue to hold his hand. Zan stares at the framed blank surface he is standing in front of, and then looks at me.

“Baby?” I gaze into Zan’s eyes and put my finger over his lips.

“I love you with all my heart, Zan. Not a day goes by that I don’t fall in love with you more, or my love doesn’t grow. I know that sometimes I’m difficult and insecure, but I do know that you love me and I want you to know that I care about you in a way that I have never cared about anyone else. You are my everything, and I need you like the air I breathe. I’m not sure about a lot of things in my life and I am scared about what the future may hold, but as long as I have you by my side and I can love you, I know that I will be able to make it through anything this world might throw at us. Words will never express how much you mean to me, Zan; there simply aren’t enough and there isn’t enough time for me to say all the things I want to say about our love. Instead I want to show you.”

I raise the hand that is still holding Zan’s to my lips, and kiss it. Please don’t fail me, Michael.

As I place Zan’s hand on the canvas, I can literally see life being birthed on the surface. The many scenes of our love are playing out right in front of our eyes. A collage of thousands of individual pictures of Zan and I appear on the canvas, and as Zan continues to touch the surface, each individual picture becomes larger and even begins to play as if it were a movie. All the kisses, hugs, tears, secretive glances, episodes of lovemaking, shared baths, laughter, and moments spent looking into each others eyes dance across the canvas as we watch. In essence, Michael has created an almost living testament of my love for Zan. When he moves his hand, a picture is suspended on the canvas and I am almost brought to tears. With the thousands of scenes so intricately painted on the backdrop, a large image of Zan and I dancing in the falling snow is centered proudly in the forefront.

Zan turns to me with tears in his eyes. One hand caresses my face while the other gently pulls me towards him.

“How did you….when did you….” He’s speechless, and with good reason since I’m pretty damn speechless myself.
“Michael,” I simply respond and he nods. He then frees his hand from my hair and plants both hands on my waist. As if I weigh nothing, Zan lifts me off the ground and hugs me close to him.

“I love you so much, sweets. I will love you until the last breath leaves my body. Thank you for loving me,” he whispers in my ear.

I wrap my legs around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder. After a moment I lift my head and let my lips descend upon his. Our kiss is fueled with love and passion, as our tongues duel and plead for further entrance into each other’s mouths. With every press of our lips, every massage of our tongues, our love is being deepened and fortified. A wall is being created that will never be able to be broken or bulldozed. Never breaking the kiss, Zan unwraps my legs from his waist and lets my body slide down his until my feet hit the floor.

“I want you, sweets,” he whispers in between kisses. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone in this lifetime.”
“I’m yours, Zan,” I moan into his mouth. “For now and forever.”

Zan undoes the knot in my robe and slides it down my shoulders, letting it fall on the floor in a puddle. He begins to kiss down the side of my neck as his fingers push down the spaghetti straps of my short nightgown. It slides down my frame easily and is soon lying in the puddle that my robe has created. Zan’s fingers hook under the sides of my thong and gently pull downward. I am now standing in front of Zan with anticipation racking through my body causing me to tremble, naked yet not ashamed.

“You are so beautiful,” Zan whispers in awe.

Though his eyes are drinking in the sight of me, his thirst has yet to be quenched. Before I can truly comprehend what is happening, Zan has scooped me into his arms and is carrying me towards the fireplace. He lays me down with the type of gentleness in which you treat antiques, sheds his boxers, and positions himself in between my legs. The flames are reflecting off our skin, and truly reflecting the emotions and desires that we hold in regard for each other. Zan’s mouth is gently caressing every portion of bare skin he can touch, and his hands are stroking the inside of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist in an attempt to get him closer to me, get him inside of me, but he won’t allow it.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, babe. I just want to love you right now,” he whispers stroking my face. “Let me love you.”

I nod at comprehension to what he is saying, and try to calm my body down long enough so he can love me the way he wants to. Every part of me is being thoroughly loved as his mouth and hands graze my neck, arms, breasts, and stomach. His head dips in between my thighs, and he begins gently lick and suckle that special bunch of nerves as if a cat with a bowl of cream. He just feels so good, everything he’s doing is so right.

“Zan, please. I need you,” I plead with him. I don’t think I can take much more of this sweet torture without dying a premature death. I cannot do this alone; he has to be with me, always and forever with me.

Zan lifts his head, and I close my eyes as he slides into me. It isn’t long before our bodies are covered with a light sheen of sweat, and the slow sweet pace of our lovemaking has turned frenetic. Zan’s panting matches mine and I know that we are both so close to the pinnacle of our lovemaking.

“Baby?” Zan pants.
“Yes,” I moan in response.

He picks up the pace another notch, and moments later I am spiraling over the edge with Zan falling over with me. I wrap my arms tighter around him savoring the feeling of his pulsating member still inside me, and I kiss the top of his head, which is lying on my chest.

“I love you, Zan.”
“I love you, too.”



I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
*redface* *Dreamer*Candygirl*Truckstopper*TessHater*Roswell Lover*Kapone224
posted on 25-Sep-2001 11:54:42 PM by Kapone224
I'm really sorry that it took me so long to post, but I have been kinda depressed for the past week and not feeling the whole love thing. Sorry if this chapter is not up to par, please forgive me in advance. FB to let me know if I should continue writing or not. Hope you enjoy. Kim

Part 31B

February 14, 2005

I now know the true meaning of torture. It’s not being yelled at by parents, or having water drip on your forehead until your ready to go absolutely insane, or even being forced to listen to your professor ramble on about things that are not only irrelevant to the class he is teaching but life as well. Torture is the pain and suffering I am facing at this very moment. Torture is being at school instead of snuggled in the arms of the man that I adore and left in bed this morning. At this very moment, torture is not being with Zan. I sigh as I walk into my bone structure class and am about to sit down when something on my desk catches my eye. It’s a single white rose. I pick it up and place it to my nose as I sit down.

“I hope I haven’t overstepped my boundaries,” a voice whispers. Max.
“You left this for me?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Liz,” he shrugs. “I know white roses are your favorites.”
“Max, you didn’t have to do this,” I respond shaking my head at him. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Just be my friend, Liz. That’s all I ask.”

Before I can respond, Professor Grady steps to the podium and begins to lecture. As he is going over the exact length of the average fibula bone, I can’t help but to wonder why Max is trying so hard to stay in my good graces. We aren’t together, and I have no intentions of ever getting back together with him. I want to believe him when he says he only wants to be my friend, but for some reason I’m starting to think he has ulterior motives. But what could those motives be? Max has no power over me anymore, this is common knowledge to both of us. What could he possibly want with a woman who doesn’t love him anymore? I’m still pondering this as the bell tower chimes signaling the end of class. I’m putting my things away and am about to walk out the door when Max calls my name. I turn around and face him as he walks towards my spot by the door.

“So I take it you and Zan have plans for the evening,” Max states rather than asks.
“Yeah, we do,” I reply even though I have no idea if we are doing anything. After last night’s love fest the only thing I want to do is lay down in my bed and sleep with my Zan security blanket wrapped around me. Hmm, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.

“Well I hope you guys have a good time tonight,” Max quietly says. Even though his head is cast downward pain is permeating his speech, and I’m pretty sure hurt lies in his eyes also.
“Yeah, well you have a good time, too.” Silence. “So, you have a hot date lined up for tonight? You are Max Evans, mystery man extraordinaire, you know,” I joke trying to lighten the heavy mood that has been created in a matter of seconds.

“Nah, I’ll be officially attending a meeting of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club tonight,” he says with a small smile spreading across his lips. “It’ll just be me and the boob tube.” He gazes into my eyes, but for some reason quickly lets his gaze fall.

“Well.” I really have nothing to say after that comment. I mean, what is there to say? ‘Gee, Max, well I guess that’s what you get for being an asshole to me. Suffer, bitch’? He put me through a lot, but I would never add insult to injury. It’s just not in my heart right now.

“So.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I gotta go meet Maria for lunch. I guess I’ll see you next week in class,” I finally conclude.
“Yeah, okay. Um, have fun tonight,” Max states and walks away.

I stand there for a second and try to gather my thoughts before meeting Maria. If I let her see me with this amount of confusion on my face, she will have no hesitation to turn into the FBI, CIA, and any other probing government agency to find out what’s wrong with me. As I walk to the cafeteria, I quickly think happy thoughts of me and Zan’s rendezvous from the previous night. Ah, that’s a little bit better. I drop the rose on the walkway as I walk to meet Maria. Max who?

“Chica!” Maria screams as she runs up to me. I smile as my disheveled friend makes her way towards me. “So how did everything go last night?” she asks wiggling her eyebrows at me.

At the thought of last night’s events and activities, I only smile at her. Not your ordinary smile either. The smile I’m wearing on my face is one that only a completely happy, completely satisfied, completely enamored and enraptured person could wear. To this, Maria does what any best friend would do: she starts jumping up and down, screaming and shrieking loud enough to wake the dead.

“Oh my God! I knew he would like it! I am so happy for you guys! Details, details, details!” she shrieks as she engulfs me in an embrace and proceeds to jump up and down while turning us around in a circle. We are laughing, and we are extremely giddy. I’m a girl in love and my friend is genuinely happy for me. If the passers by don’t like it, they can go to hell. No one is going to rain on our parade.

“Oh. My. God. Maria, last night was one of the most spectacular nights of my life,” I tell her. “Everything went perfectly without a hitch, I couldn’t have asked for a better night.”
“I knew it!” Maria shrieks again. She glances at her watch quickly. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I gotta run. I gotta finish making Michael’s dinner.”
“But Ria, weren’t you supposed to be doing that last night?”
“Yeah, but Michael ended up coming over, and I couldn’t finish cooking. I’m hoping he doesn’t suspect anything thus far.”
“But we were supposed to have lunch today,” I whine. Poking out my bottom lip, I give her the best puppy dog eyes I can muster. She just laughs at my antics.
“I’m not Zan, Liz, or Max for that matter,” Maria giggles. “I’m sorry, but I gotta bail on you today. We can do something tomorrow,” she suggests.

“I suppose. You’re lucky you are doing this for love, because if you weren’t…” I shake my fist at her.
“I know, I know. But see, that’s why you’re my best friend. You understand me and my craziness for this man. We’ll do something tomorrow, I promise.”
“Would you just go already? I would hate for your surprise to be ruined, because you were standing here running your mouth with me,” I smile. With that, she sticks her tongue out at me, waves, and then breaks into a full sprint in the direction of our dorm.

I smile as I walk to the cafeteria and grab something to eat. Maria and Michael, what a concept. Who would have thought that two people who were always at each other’s throats would actually end up this happy and in love? I wonder what Michael ended up getting Maria for Valentine’s Day. I’m sitting at the lunch table alone eating my lunch and pondering my best friend’s good fortune when a voice snaps me out of my reverie.

“Are you Elizabeth Parker?” an unfamiliar looking man asks. He’s dressed in a gray suit and is wearing leather gloves. I suspiciously nod at him. When I do a smile lights up his rather drab looking face. “Ah, my name is Jared and these are for you.” He then proceeds to pull two dozen white roses from behind his back and place them in my arms.

“Who are you?” I inquire in a voice laced with suspicion.
“It’s not who I am, but rather who sent me,” he smiles and gestures to the card in one of the bouquets. I take the card out the envelope and quickly scan it.

These are just a token of my love for you. Though they are beautiful, they could never be as beautiful as you. Hope your day is at least half as wonderful and beautiful as our night will be. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love you sweets. Zan.

I look up into Jared smiling face and a smile of my own crosses my lips.

“Are you almost finished with you lunch, Ms. Parker?” Jared asks. I look down at my almost empty plate of fettuccini alfredo and then nod. “Very well, I’ll just wait for you and then we can leave.”
“Excuse me?”
“We have a couple of stops to make, Ms. Parker.” He continues to smile at me. I nod once more and get up to throw away my lunch trash. After I grab my backpack and roses, I follow Jared out the cafeteria. This should be interesting.

Jared then leads me to a stretch black limousine, and opens the door for me. I’m pretty sure that my mouth is hanging wide open, and that all the flies in the surrounding area have found a new home.

“Ms. Parker?” Jared asks as he stretches his hand out toward me. I let him take me roses and then he gently helps me into the car. Once inside, Jared closes the door and I begin to take in my surroundings. The limo is complete with black leather seats, telephone, a wet bar, and a state of the art entertainment center. I marvel at everything as if I am a kid in a candy store. I let my fingers run across the Italian leather seats and the oak wood of the wet bar. I want to pick up the phone and call Maria so I can share my excitement with her, but she has her own fish to fry so I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, trying to calm my nerves. All too soon the car stops, and I can only assume that I am at my first destination. The door opens and I see Jared’s faithful hand reaching out to me once again.

“Ms. Parker.”
“You know what, call me Liz,” I smile as I take his hand. “Ms. Parker is my mom.”

He nods, and that slight smile settles on his lips. I step away from the limo and take in my surroundings. Skyscrapers line the sky and boutiques decorate the busy New York streets. I give Jared a questioning look, but he only smiles as he opens the door to the shop in front of us.

“AH, YOU MUST BE ELIZABETH PARKER!” a man in his mid thirties yells above the music playing in the salon I am now standing in. “COME, COME! LET US START!” Start what? Exactly what is going on here?

“My name is Rudolpho,” the man says holding his hand out to me so I can shake it. When I do he continues. “Mr. Evans told me how beautiful you were, but I never imagined you would be this divine.” I blush at his comment.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Oh, and you’re modest too! That is just too cute! You must not be from around here, dear,” he laughs and I laugh with him. Oh, if only Maria were here right now.

Rudolpho leads me to a shampoo bowl and drapes me with a gown to keep me from getting excessively wet. He gently removes the rubber band from my hair and combs it loose with his fingers.

“You have such beautiful hair, oh my gosh! Are these extensions?” he gasps.
“Nope, it’s all mine,” I answer shaking my head.
“Well don’t you worry one hair on your pretty little head, you are going to look all the more fabulous when you walk out of here, or my name isn’t Rudolpho!” he declares.

After the most relaxing yet exhilarating shampooing I’ve ever had in my life, Rudolpho then leads me to his chair so the real work on my hair can begin. He stands in front of me with his hand propped under his chair and just stares at me. He then snaps his fingers in the air twice and suddenly two people I can only guess are his assistants run over and begin to stare as well. Seconds later Rudolpho breaks the silence.

“People, do you see what I see?” he asks. His assistants nod furiously.
“What is it you---“
“Silence, Ms. Parker! We are working out your beauty,” Rudolpho cuts me off. Oookay.

The assistants disappear and Rudolpho begins to blow dry and style my hair. Seconds later, the assistants are back with makeup and manicure kits. I feel like the porcelain doll I used to play with and dress up as a child. As I think about the doll whose ultimate fate was to have a pink and green mohawk, fear begins to bubble up into my throat. Could this be payback for my ill treatment of Betsy? I hope not.

“Now Ms. Parker, I need you to close your eyes and not open them again until I tell you to,” one of the male assistants tells me. I take my last look around the salon and warily close my eyes….

About an hour and a half later, the combing and gentle tugging of my hair cease, as do the light strokes and touches to my face and hands. Nervous doesn't seem to quite define my state of mind at this moment. Petrified is more like it.

“You may now open your eyes, Ms. Parker,” Rudolpho exclaims. I do and my chair is suddenly swiveled so I am facing the mirror. Oh my God.

This beautiful woman sitting in this chair can not be me. Gone is the mousy Liz Parker who carelessly throws her hair in a ponytail, or doesn’t even bother to curl the ends of her hair when its down. The woman sitting in this chair is beautiful beyond words. Rudolpho has styled my hair so it is pinned up into an intricate twist of spiral curls with a couple of tendrils flowing down my neck. He has also placed a tiny amount of iridescent glitter as well as tiny diamond rhinestones in my hair so when I turn my head or move it in a certain way I appear to be glowing and sparkling under the light. I look at my makeup and manicure, they are flawless as well. The assistants have touched up my face with the most natural looking makeup they could find, and the only hint that I am wearing any is the iridescent eye shadow and soft glittery lipstick that grace my eyes and lips. A French manicure rests upon my fingers and a single diamond rhinestone graces each finger. For the first time in my life, I feel truly beautiful, so beautiful in fact that I think I’m about to cry.

“Oh my God, you don’t like it!” Rudolpho shouts. His arms are flailing through the air and he looks as if he’s going to cry himself.
“I love it, Rudolpho! Thank you so much,” I whisper and smile at him. He breathes a sigh of relief and lets me out his chair.
”Thank God! If you didn’t like it, I had no idea what I was going to do with myself,” he sighs.
“I hope Mr. Evans likes it as much as I do,” I say.
“Honey, he’ll love it! You are so fierce!” he says snapping his fingers at me. I giggle as I thank him again and then am escorted back to the limo by Jared.

“May I just say that you look wonderful,” Jared breathes as he helps me into the car.
“Thank you,” I blush and soon we are on our way to our next stop.

Traffic is thick as the limo navigates us through the streets; it takes us 45 minutes to get to our next destination. My door opens and for the second time today my mouth hits the floor in wonder and surprise. Jared escorts me through the doors of the Donna Karan store, and at the front of the store waiting to greet us is none other than Donna Karan. This can’t be.

“You must be Elizabeth Parker,” Donna smiles warmly holding her hand out to me.
“Oh my God, it’s you! I am such a fan of your work, I even snuck into your show last spring to see your latest line before it came out in the stores. My best friend and I just love your stuff. We always said that we would come here and shop after we got out of college when we had jobs and enough money to afford it. I can’t believe this is happening, it’s been one of my dreams to meet you for like forever! I am so honored to meet you,” I babble. I’m about to drop to my knees and kiss her hand in a second.
“Thank you so much,” she continues to smile. She glances over my appearance and thinks for a moment. “I see you have been to Rudolpho.”
“Yes,” I nod.
“Well come on to the back. I have some things I think you might like.” I have died and gone to heaven.

I follow Donna to the back of the store and am greeted by greens, blues, reds, pinks, and purples I never knew existed. I try on dress after dress, just reveling in the way the soft material feels against my skin and the designs accentuate my body. After almost an hour of dress up, my dress calls me and I can’t deny it’s request for me to wear it. Comprised of a silk slip that perfectly matches my skin tone and an iridescent lace overlay, the dress reaches my ankles and hugs all my curves in ways I never thought were imaginable. There is a split on the left side, which allows me to show a little leg, and the spaghetti straps that are holding the dress on my shoulders are almost invisible against my skin. To a person not really paying attention, it would appear that I am only wearing sheer lace over my otherwise naked body. Completing the outfit is a pair of clear, almost glass slipper type open toe sandals with little iridescent sparkles that are strappy and add about three inches to my height, and a matching clutch purse. Zan is going to die when he sees me.

“I’d say that we have a winner,” Donna smiles at me. I can’t help but to beam back.
“Oh thank you so much!” I shriek as I hug her.
“You are so welcome, Elizabeth. Let me just say that you look 100% gorgeous. Do you have any idea where Alexander is taking you?”
“Not a clue,” I shake my head. I look at my watch. “I’d actually be at home doing homework right now,” I giggle.
“Ah, I see. Well let me be the first to say that no matter where you go tonight, you will be stunning.” We turn and begin to walk towards the door when a thought crosses my mind.
“How do you know Alexander?” I inquire. I am no fool, Donna Karan does not give clothes away to just anyone, particularly non-celebrities such as myself. A small smile spreads across her face.

“A couple of years ago, I ran into some financial trouble, and Alexander helped me out greatly. Let’s just say I owed him big, and he called in one of his favors,” she replies. Jared opens the door to the boutique, and helps me into the limo. When I am inside I roll down the window, and call to her.

“Ms. Karan?” She turns and looks at me expectantly. “Thank you for making one of my dreams come true.” I smile whole heartedly at her and she smiles back.
“Any time,” she responds waving as the limo pulls off.

We have been driving for about twenty-five minutes when suddenly the partition slides down, and Jared turns around. We are at a stoplight.

“Liz, we will be at our next destination in about 10 minutes,” he tells me.
“Will this be our final stop?”
“It will be for a while,” he says and then smiles. Seconds later, the partition is rolled back up and I am once again left with my thoughts.

If I weren’t already in love with Zan I would be by now. I can’t believe he would do all this for me. The truth of the matter is all I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day was be with him, and enjoy his presence. I would have been completely satisfied to just lay in bed with him and watch movies for the rest of the night. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be completely pampered like this. I have got to be the luckiest woman in the whole world to have a man like Zan love and dote on me the way he does. Suddenly, the familiar buzzing in my mind gets a little stronger and I can tell that Zan is nearby. The limo stops and I hear Jared’s footsteps as he approaches my car door to open it. Here we go....



I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
*redface* *Dreamer*Candygirl*Truckstopper*TessHater*Roswell Lover*Kapone224
posted on 26-Sep-2001 4:23:01 AM by Kapone224
A treat for the late night creepers and early morning risers. Enjoy. Kim *smile*

Part 31C

I step out of the limousine, and happen to glance up at the sign hanging over the entranceway. The Bowery Ballroom? Glancing at Jared, I see the faithful smile readily sitting on his lips.

“Jared?”
“Something tells me that the man who loves you with all his heart is in there waiting for you," Jared replies. He’s still holding my hand as he leads me to the front door and opens it for me. “Have a lovely evening,” he says as he pushes me inside, but remains where he is standing. I take a deep breath and continue my walk. When I arrive at my intended destination, my breath is literally taken away.

The walls are adorned with red velvet tapestries and are trimmed in gold. Roses of every hue imaginable have been shaped into heart formations and are strategically strewn across the room. To my left, chefs are slicing and dicing with the greatest of ease, and a large ice sculpture of two swans kissing graces the main banquet table. On each side of the room are about 25 tables, which are dressed by the purest white linen table clothes I have ever seen and seat approximately six people. Each table contains six sets of sterling silver place ware and dishes that appear to have been imported straight from China, as well as lead crystal goblets containing what I can only imagine is Dom Perignon. In the middle of the room is a dance floor, and a large orchestra is playing big band and traditional ballroom music on the stage in front of the room. To the left of the band a DJ has set up his equipment as well. People are milling all around, gentlemen in their tuxedos and ladies in their formal gowns. I take a tentative step forward and scan the room for the love of my life. After about ten seconds, I find him.

Zan is wearing a black 5 button Mandarin Collar coat that fits like a traditional Chinese high collar jacket with black tuxedo pants. This is not your traditional tuxedo but then again Zan isn’t your ordinary, traditional man. The jacket is buttoned up completely except for the top button and the hint of the white shirt and silver paisley vest he is wearing is a result of the top button of his coat being undone. Zan’s hair has been trimmed to the point where it is still long enough to be spiked up, but it’s not nearly as long as it was when I left him this morning. It kinda reminds me of Michael’s hair in the tenth grade but it’s a little bit longer, a little bit tamer, and a little bit sexier. His goatee is neatly trimmed, and he has dimmed all his piercings except the ones that remain in his ears and eyebrow. I wonder if his tongue ring is still intact. I can only hope so.

As I begin to walk in his direction, he suddenly stops talking to the people sitting at his table and his head swivels in my direction. I stop walking and he stands up. He begins to stride purposefully to where I am standing, and a mere three seconds later he is standing in front of me. For what seems like an eternity we just stare at each other, taking in one another’s appearance, scents, and emotions.

“Words fail me,” he finally speaks and takes me into his arms.
“I know the feeling,” I whisper back and smile at him. Zan steps away from me so he can fully take in my appearance, and then lets out a low whistle.

“Damn it, sweets,” he murmurs grabbing my hand so he can twirl me around.
“You like?”
“You really gotta ask?” he counters. I reward him with a smile and a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Thank you for today, I had no idea this was gonna happen,” I whisper.
“Hence the meaning of ‘surprise’,” he smirks at me. I kiss him again, but before it can get too hot and heavy he backs away. “Come on, I got some people waiting to see you.”

Zan then leads me to the table and I see two familiar faces. I smile brightly as I attack them.

“Robert, Kristine! What are you guys doing here? Happy Valentine’s Day,” I shriek as I hug each of them.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too!” Kristine shrieks right back. “I just love your dress, Liz. Model for me, girlfriend.”

I take a step back and twirl for Zan’s mother. By the time I sit down, we are both giggling and giddy. Zan pulls my chair closer to him and drapes his arm around my shoulders. He then deposits a kiss to the top of my head and proceeds to whisper in my ear.

“You hungry, babe?” I nod furiously. Between the butterflies and the excitement of the day, my stomach is rumbling up a storm. “Be right back,” he whispers and signals for his father to join him. Robert kisses Kristine on the cheek, and they both depart to the banquet table.

“So how have you been, Liz? We miss you guys around the house,” Kristine tells me with her emerald eyes gleaming. She looks absolutely fabulous in her red halter cocktail gown and matching ruby slippers. Half of her flowing black hair has been pinned up, and the other half is down in loose curls with long bangs framing her face.

“I’ve been really good. I’m just trying to get into the groove of school and all, but other than that everything is wonderful,” I tell her.
“And how are things with you and my Alex?” she inquires. When I just let out a contented sigh, she just laughs and pulls me close for a hug. “That is always a welcome sound to these ears,” she giggles.

“Zan is so perfect, you have no idea. He makes me feel so…” I gesture with my hands trying to complete my sentence.
“Wonderful, beautiful, special, loved, and complete,” Kristine supplies.
“Yes! That and so much more!” I shriek and she giggles again. “How did you know?”
“Because that’s the way Robert makes me feel,” she whispers with a smile on her face.
“Sometimes, I’ll just be sitting in class and I almost start crying because of how lucky I am to have Zan love me the way he does. It’s still so early in our relationship, and even when I had doubts that I was rushing or feeling things too early, he never did,” I explain and Kristine nods. “It’s almost as if I’ve known him my whole life and the two months we’ve been together is two decades.”

“Let me let you in on a little secret,” Kristine whispers. “Usually when two people are truly in love that’s what happens. I hadn’t known Robert but three days, and I knew I was going to marry him. I didn’t know when or where, but I knew he was the one.”

Talking to Kristine is like talking to the mother I never had. My mother and I never really talked about my relationship and my love for Max. Our conversations were more along the lines of “You are to remain pure until your wedding night, you got me?”, never how I felt. My mother. A frown suddenly crosses my face.

“Dear, are you alright?” Kristine asks taking note of my facial expression.
“Not really,” I sigh. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, anything,” she replies turning her chair to face me.
“How did you take the news when you found out that Zan wasn’t from around here?” I inquire in a hushed voice. She thinks for a second.
“I never stopped loving him, if that’s what you mean. I just thought he was a special child and that was that,” she explains. “Why do you ask?”
“Zan is coming home with me for Spring Break so he can meet my parents.”
“Ahh, I see.”
“Now as much as I love my parents, I will lie to the high heavens if it means that Zan and I will be happy. Did Zan ever tell you about my ex boyfriend…Max?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah, and let me tell you, we had some conversations about that boy!” she responds.
“Did he tell you that Max…”
“Isn’t from around here, either? Yeah, he told me that, too.”
“Okay. Well the thing is, Max and Zan are in essence the same person. Their physical makeup is completely identical, and besides Zan’s piercings and hair, they look exactly alike.”
“I see your dilemma, Liz,” Kristine says resting her arms on the table. “The problem is how are you going to explain Zan to your parents without them linking him to Max or some other strange phenomenon.”
“Exactly.” This woman is good.
“Unfortunately, Liz, I can’t give you the answer for that. This is one of those things that you’re going to have to judge for yourself. You know your parents better than I do, how do you think they would react?”

“To be honest I have no idea,” I say as I glance to the buffet line where Zan and his father and chatting and laughing over something. “I do know that I love your son with all my heart, and I will do whatever it takes to keep him safe and happy. Telling my parents about his heritage is not worth jeopardizing his life.” I look back at Kristine. “I love him too much to be that foolish.”
“Well then I have faith that you will make the right decision. If it’s the right thing to tell them, then you’ll know in your heart. The same thing applies if it’s not safe to clue them in. The signs will be there, Liz. Just let them guide you,” Kristine finishes as she pats my hand.

“I guess you’re right.”
“Trust me, I’m a mother. I’m always right,” she responds and we both giggle.
“So what is this place exactly?” I ask changing the subject. Enough Czech talk for tonight, let’s move on to love.

“This is the annual Sweethearts Ball, which has been held by the New York City Lovers Society every year for the past 73 years. The rule is you aren’t supposed to come until you find your one true love, and bring her with you,” she winks at me.
“You don’t think---“
“Hey, I’m not at liberty to say anything. I will say this though: my son is madly in love with you, and if you aren’t the one then I don’t know who could be. The way Zan talks about you and fawns over you, a person would think you were the next best thing since sliced bread.”

At this remark I have to laugh. In fact, Kristine and I are still laughing when Zan and Robert approach us with our food.

“And what’s so funny, Liz?” Zan questions as he seats himself and sits my plate down in front of me. Filet mignon, asparagus tips, a baked potato, and Caesar salad decorate my plate. I am so going to enjoy this.
“Nothing, just girl talk,” Kristine and I say simultaneously and burst into giggles once again.

“You know, Pop, I don’t like this,” Zan says winking at his father. “You know how it is when women get together.”
“Son, I would like to tell you they grow out of it, but your mother is pure proof of the opposite. All I can tell you is to suck it up and be a man,” he winks back. At this, we all laugh and then settle into our dinner.

“Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” Zan inquires as he holds his hand out to me. We have just finished dinner and I am stuffed.
“But certainly,” I reply smiling.

I take his hand and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor. The orchestra is playing a slow waltz, and I let Zan mold my body into his as we sway to the music.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” Zan whispers in my ear and I smile.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Evans.”
“You” he tilts my chin up with his fingertips so we are looking in each other’s eyes “are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on. Baby, when you walked in here with that dress on, I almost hit the fucking floor. You are the most gorgeous, extraordinary, ravishing, divine, graceful, exquisite, marvelous, resplendent woman in this entire universe,” he smiles at me. It’s a good thing I’m in his arms, because otherwise I would be in a puddle on the dance floor.

“I love you, Zan. So much that love doesn’t even fully cover the way I feel about you anymore,” I whisper back at him as I let myself sink further into his embrace.
“I love you, too sweets. You’ll never know in this lifetime alone how much I love and need you,” Zan whispers into my hair as we sway to the rhythm of the music. Once the song finishes we return to our seats.

“You guys looked wonderful out there,” Robert states with a smile on his face. “You almost looked as good as your mother and I did when we first started coming here. Ah, the glory days,” he sighs.

“Glory days, my behind! I will have you know that I still have it, Mister,” Kristine shakes her finger at her husband. “If you want to put your first foot in the grave, then that’s your business, but I still got it.” She shakes her head defiantly and Zan and I laugh. Just then our waiter serves us all our dessert: strawberry cheesecake. I pick up my fork and am about to dig in when Zan gently places his hand on my wrist.

“Here, let me,” he softly says as he takes my fork out of my hand. He places a bit of cheesecake on the fork and places it in front of my lips. “Open up,” he smiles at me and I do as I am told. God, I love this man.

“You guys are so cute! I wish I would have brought my camera,” Kristine grins.
“Ah, but I did,” Robert counters pulling out a disposable camera from his jacket pocket.
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Kristine jokes and kisses his cheek.

What is it with parents and cameras? Zan and I took pictures standing up, standing together, standing individually, feeding each other cheesecake, and kissing each other. I thought I had left my picture days behind at Prom, I guess not.

“Ma, you through?” Zan asks Kristine exasperated.
“Keep it up, young man and I’ll go buy some more film,” she warns.
“Yes, ma’am,” Zan replies casting his head down and I giggle. There is nothing like a grown man being chastised by his mother, nothing like it in the world.

Twenty minutes and two additional slices of cheesecake later, Zan stands and pulls me to my feet. He pulls me close to him by my waist and whispers, “There’s more.” He releases his hold on me and smiles. I raise my eyebrow at him, but he only smiles wider.

“Are you guys leaving so soon?” Kristine sadly asks. When Zan nods affirmatively, she and her husband stand, and we all exchange hugs and kisses.
“You guys take care, and be careful,” Robert says as Zan and I head to the door.
“We will, Pop. Take care of Mom, okay? I’ll call you guys this weekend. Love you guys, bye,” Zan waves as the cold February air greets us. Zan opens the door to our limo, and slides down the partition.

“Jared, to our last destination, please,” Zan requests and Jared winks at us. The partition slides back up.

“Thank you for tonight, Zan. It was special and beautiful and I will never forget it as long as I live,” I say kissing him gently. He returns my kiss and provides entrance into his mouth, which I gladly take.
“Sweets.” Kiss. “Tonight.” Kiss. “Is far from.” Kiss. “Over.” Kiss and moan.

Zan’s hands slide around my waist and pull me into his lap. For the life of me, I don’t understand why he won’t just unzip my dress, take it off me and make love to me in the back of this limousine. I want him so much that I can hardly breathe, or think about anything else except for him loving me thoroughly. Suddenly the limo stops.

“Come on, baby. We got some business to attend to.” He waves his hand over my ravaged mouth and instantaneously I am a perfect picture once again. Jared opens the door, and for the last time that night, helps me out the limo.

“Have a good evening,” he says nodding at the both of us.
“Don’t worry, we will,” Zan grins as he tips Jared. He then picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and jogs us into the….Four Seasons Hotel? Oh, he can’t be serious.

After the minute ride to the penthouse suite of the hotel, Zan takes the key out of his pocket and opens the door. Once inside, he finally allows me to stand on my own to feet.

“What is it with you and penthouse suites?” I question him with my hands on my hips.
“It’s my way of connecting my existence here on Earth with my existence in the stars,” he explains. “Besides, I like the view.” He shrugs like a little boy and I laugh.

I take off my shoes and begin to walk around the suite, and sweet it is. Underneath my feet is plush emerald green carpet that melts under my feet when I walk on it. The walls and décor are meticulous wonderful, with an eclectic mix of pictures by Picasso, Rembrandt, and Matisse adorning the walls. Green couches with gold trim and crystal coffee tables reside in the living room area as well as statuettes and busts of Greek figures. The bathroom is no less magnificent with it’s emerald green marble floor, deep seated Roman style tub, and it’s crystal clear view of the city. The sink’s counter top matches the marble floor and the gold trim around the faucet and water handles gleam in the light. But the master bedroom takes the cake. On the king sized canopy bed that stands before me sit green and gold goose-down pillows and duvets, Frette sheets, with matching terry cloth robes and house shoes. A fireplace has already been set into motion, and the flames are reflecting off the cream colored walls which peak into a cathedral ceiling. A bottle of chilled apple cider sits in the corner, and directly in front of the bed is a state of the art entertainment center. There is a door leading to the balcony, which allows one to see as far as the eye can reach. I walk over to the door, push it open and step out unto the balcony. The busy New York streets are filled with cars and people, and the lights of the night are sparkling like jewels in a nocturnal jewelry box. After I have had my fill of the city’s lights, I turn my head upward and observe nature’s. There is a full moon, and the stars are twinkling brightly. I close my eyes and smile as I bathe in the light of the night.

“Liz,” Zan whispers as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You like it?”
“It’s beautiful, Zan. More than I could have ever asked for,” I respond turning around. A look of seriousness inhabits his eyes and he pulls me closer.
“I have something I need to ask you, babe.”
“Yes, Zan?” He looks deep into my eyes and strokes my face.
“Would you be my Valentine?” he whispers in my ear and his trademark lop sided grin slides over his face.
“You had to ask?” I counter and smile at him. He lifts my wrist and lightly kisses it. Zan then pulls an oblong black velvet box from behind his back and hands it to me.

“What’s this?” I inquire raising my eyebrow at him.
“Why don’t you open it and find out?”
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” I tease him.

I take the box from him and when I open it, I gasp. Inside sits a diamond and amethyst bracelet that matches perfectly with my earrings and promise ring. Tears are running down my cheeks when I look at him.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper and move closer to him.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers back and pulls me back inside the room. He shuts the door and turns to face me. “Want me to put it on you?”

“No, we have plenty of time for that. Right now I want to take some things off.”

I unzip the zipper on my dress and slide the spaghetti straps down my shoulders. As I stand perfectly still, the dress slides down my frame and I am standing before Zan wearing nothing, but a thong. I step out of the puddle that is my dress and advance towards Zan. After getting two of his coat buttons undone, he gently moves my hands and brings them to his mouth kissing each palm.

“Here, let me do that,” he speaks and waves his hand over his body, causing him to be just as naked as I am.

Zan gently brushes his lips against mine, and immediately the passion that was ignited in the limo is now roaring to life. I step closer to him and wraps my arms around his neck, all the while our tongues are dipping and sliding in the dance which is our love. Zan’s hands are gently caressing my back and the back of my neck when suddenly I begin to feel a light tapping on the top of my head, shoulders, and arms.

“Zan,” I whisper into his mouth.
“Open your eyes and let me show you how much I love you.”

Zan tilts my head back and when I open my eyes I see a shower of rose petals, hearts, and stars raining down on us. I close my eyes and revel in the manifestation of love that Zan has bestowed on me. With one quick motion, Zan picks me up and carries me to the bed.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweets,” he murmurs as he kisses me. “I love you.”



I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
*redface* *Dreamer*Candygirl*Truckstopper*TessHater*Roswell Lover*Kapone224
posted on 28-Sep-2001 12:26:26 AM by Kapone224
Here is the next installment of the story. Hope you guys enjoy it. *evil**tongue**wink*Heehee Kim
Part 32A

April 3, 2005

It is finally time for the moment of truth, the moment where the reality as I know it will either continue to exist, or be forever changed. Zan, Michael, Maria, and I are all cruising at about a 32,000-foot altitude at this current moment. Our destination: Roswell, New Mexico.

“Are you sure these things are really safe? I read in a magazine once that the only truly safe airline is Quantis,” Maria asks nervously as we fly through yet another pocket of turbulence. It’s still early in the day and the flight has only begun, but flying with Maria…please, someone just shoot me now.

“Blondie, just calm down, we’re going to be alright,” Michael soothes as he pulls her into his embrace. “Why don’t you try to take a nap or something? Maybe that will help your nerves.”
“Nerves? My nerves are just fine, it’s the rest of me and my eternal fate on this plane that have me worried,” she whispers as she sniffs from her vial of cedar oil.
“I have an idea,” Zan whispers to me. “Maybe if we get her something to drink, she’ll calm down and loosen up a little bit.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Zan,” I whisper back shaking my head. The last time Maria got drunk it was not a pretty sight. She ended up bowing to the porcelain god for about three hours before falling asleep on the toilet.

“We don’t have to give her that much, just a enough to calm her down,” Zan assures me while flagging down the flight attendant in charge of the drinks. She walks over and smiles at us.

“Hi, my name is Kathleen, is there something I can help you with or get you?”
“Yes, I was actually wondering if I could have two waters and---“ Zan leans in front of me and gets Michael and Maria’s attention. “You guys want something to drink?”
“Grape juice,” Michael responds.
“I’ll have a coke,” Maria answers and then shrieks as the plane dips.
“Okay, so that’s two waters, a grape juice, and a coke,” Kathleen repeats and Zan nods at her. He then beckons her to come closer with his fingers and then whispers in her ear.
“I was wondering if it would be possible for you to put some Jack in the coke. As much as you can without going overboard if you don’t mind,” he smiles at her. She raises her eyebrow and looks at us suspiciously.
“I’m not sure I can….”
“Please,” I beg her. “Our friend is terrified of flying and we just want to calm her down a little. She’s having a tough time on this plane.”

As if to prove my point, Maria suddenly screams, “I am going to die on this plane! Please God, help me! Don’t let me die!”
“Jack and coke coming right up,” Kathleen smiles and proceeds to fix all our drinks.

Zan smiles at me, and kisses my cheek. I sigh and lean my head against his shoulder.

“Trust me, everything is going to work out just fine,” Zan states as he hands Kathleen the money for our drinks and begins to distribute them amongst us.

I pass Michael and Maria their drinks, and Maria immediately gulps hers down. I open my water and take a swig, and Zan does the same. Seconds later, Maria belches and lets out a little giggle. No, she can’t be.

“Zan, be a doll and call the flight attendant back over here. I want another coke, it was really good,” she whispers. I look at Zan and he just shrugs at me.
“Hey, at least she’s not screaming anymore,” he winks at me. I look at Michael, and find that he is staring at Maria strangely. Oh boy.

Zan calls Kathleen over once again, and she giggles as he asks for another “coke.” She’s in the process of handing it to him when the plane hits yet another pocket of turbulence, and some of the drink spills on Zan’s hand.

“Sir, I am so sorry! Let me get you a towel so you can clean up,” Kathleen whispers apologetically.
“Don’t worry, it’s no problem,” Zan replies as he licks the coke and rum off his hand. He laughs and then passes the drink to me to pass to Maria. She takes the drink readily and drinks two very large gulps before leaning her head back on her seat.

“Your drink is good, Maria! I might have to get one,” Zan giggles. Wait, Zan giggling? Something is not adding up here. Oh. My. God.

“Uh, I was thinking about getting a coke, too,” I say to Maria. “Can I have a sip of yours? I mean, just a taste.”
“Sure, Liz! Of course you can have some, you’re my best friend silly willy,” she says cheerily and passes the drink to me almost sloshing it on Michael’s pants. “Oops,” she giggles.

I take the drink from her and put it to my nose. The rum fumes shoot up from the glass and nearly singe my nose hairs. I take a taste, and am barely able to hide my grimace. There is definitely rum in this glass, as for coke I am not so sure. Maria’s drink is more like rum with coke flavoring rather than rum and coke.

“It’s good, huh?” Maria whispers loudly. I shake my head and give her a small smile.
“Yeah, it is,” I lie. “Uh, Maria are you hungry?” Please let the fates be kind to me.
“God, Liz how did you know! I haven’t had anything to eat since last night,” she practically yells. Why do these things always happen to me?

“Blondie, you feeling alright?” Michael asks raising his eyebrow at Maria.
“Of course! I’m right as rain,” she shouts waving her hands in the air and giggling. Michael then looks at me with daggers in his eyes. Uh oh.

“Liz, what happened to her?” he questions me, and I sigh.
“Well Zan thought it would be a good idea if we got her something to drink since she seemed so tense about the flight, “ I whisper with my eyes cast downward.
“So that wasn’t coke you guys gave her?”
“Yeah, it was coke, but there was a generous portion on rum added to it.” Maria is now staring blankly out the window, waving at God knows who.
“Hello Clouds! Good day to you, too, Wind!” she laughs.
“Liz, we have to fix this,” Michael says sternly. “We can’t let Amy see her this way, or anyone else for that matter.”
“I know that, Michael, but I have no clue….” Suddenly I feel fingers combing and tugging in my hair. I turn in my seat and look at Zan, or at least the man who is now occupying Zan’s body.

“Hair is pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty,” Zan repeats and laughs. I glance quickly at Michael and see the smirk on his face. It’s pretty fair to see that I won’t be asking him for any help. I face Zan once more.

“Hi,” he whispers and dissolves into giggles.
“Hi, Zan,” I say quietly. He is slouching in his seat and his eyes are kinda glazed over. There is a perpetual grin on his face, and he’s fiddling with his eyebrow ring.
“I have jewelry on my face,” he whispers again. I sigh. This is going to be a long flight.

Michael has put Maria’s headphones on in attempt to quiet her, and it’s actually been working. Until now. Obviously Maria knows the words to the song, or she thinks she does, because suddenly she is singing at the top of her lungs, and nothing can be heard except for her off key screeching. Damn you, Michael.

“I’M EVERY WOMAN, IT’S ALL IN ME!” Maria sings at the top of her lungs.
“Oh my God, Liz! I love this song!” Zan shrieks. He begins to clap off beat and dance in his seat.

People are starting to look at us from all over the plane, and I know my face is crimson by now. I nudge Michael to get some help in the damage control department, but when I actually look at him, I see that he has taken off his jacket and put it over his head.

“Michael!” I hiss at him pulling the jacket off his head. “We have got to do something!” He looks at me with amusement in his eyes.

“ANYTHING YOU WANT DONE, BABY! I DO IT NATURALLY!” Maria continues to sing and now she’s clapping her hands and moving her head from side to side.
“Liz, why didn’t you tell me that she could sing good like that?” Zan asks loudly. He’s still clapping and dancing in his seat. “Go Maria! You be every woman!” he shouts. Oh God.
I look at Michael again and find that now he has doubled over into his lap and his body is shaking. Please tell me he isn’t crying. I push him back in the upright position and when I do I see tears running down his face and laughter pouring from his lips.

“This is not funny, Michael! We have to do something,” I moan, but he keeps on laughing.
“Hey, it was your bright idea to get Maria drunk,” he continues to laugh. I can not take this.
“Fine. I’m going to the bathroom, so keep an eye on these two. When I come back, we are going to figure out a way to fix this,” I whisper.

After I unbuckle my seat belt, I walk down the aisle and towards the back to the restroom. I haven’t even been inside for a full ten seconds when someone begins to knock on the door rapidly. I open the door. Sigh.

“Zan, what are you doing?”
“I was afraid,” he whispers in a childlike tone. “You left and you didn’t say where you were going.”
“Baby, I was just going to the bathroom,” I explain gesturing to the compacted space I’m standing in. “I can’t go to far, we’re on a plane remember?”
“Yeah, but I missed you,” he says with tears threatening to spill over. “I didn’t know when you were coming back. God, Liz, don’t do that anymore,” he sobs and sinks to his knees.

Now if I laugh at him in his drunken state, I could possibly cause Zan to tumble into an emotional outbreak that no one on this plane could possibly begin to handle. So instead I hold in my laughter and look into his glazed eyes.

“I won’t leave you alone anymore, okay Zan?” I tell him and a smile reappears on his face. “But I do have to go to the bathroom right now.”
“Nooooo,”” he whines and does this little tantrum dance in front of me.
“Yes, I won’t be longer than 30 seconds, okay?”
“Can I come in with you?”
“No, Zan. I have to do this by myself. I can do it, I’m a big girl.” He nods and turns to leave.
“Thirty seconds, right?” I nod. “Okay I’m going to count on the way to my seat. If you’re not back by then I’m coming back to get you,” he warns me.

As Zan begins to walk away, I hear him giggling and counting the whole time. I close the door and burst into giggles. Who would have known that Zan is such a cute drunk? I finish in the bathroom and quickly run to my seat only to find Maria and Zan talking like they had known each other their whole lives.

“Lizzie!” Maria shrieks when she sees me. Michael has put the jacket back on his head. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s drunk, too.

“So like I was saying, I bet you Liz loves me more than you love Michael,” Zan whispers to Maria. At the mention of his name, Michael takes the jacket off his head and sighs.
“Nuh uh.”
“Uh huh.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Uh huh.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Prove it!” Zan shrieks and claps his hands in delight.

“You guys, come on. Let’s just enjoy the flight,” I try to say, but they both ignore me.
“Fine, Zan, I will prove it,” she hisses back and sticks her tongue out at him. She then turns to Michael and puts on the most serious face she can muster.

“Michael, I love you so much, I have always loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. Everything about you turns me on, whether it’s your spiky hair, or your bad attitude, or the way look at me, or the way you make pancakes.”
“Maria,” Michael begins, but then she puts her fingers over his mouth.
“Shh,” she slurs. “You don’t have to say anything, because I know. I love you, too, Michael Guerrin. I always have and I always will.” She then attempts to plant a kiss on his lips, but her drunken aim only allows her to kiss his chin. Then she dramatically drops her head to his chest.

“That was beautiful, Maria, just beautiful,” Zan whispers with tears in his eyes. Maria lifts her head from Michael’s chest and then begins to giggle.
“I meant every word, too,” she says shaking her head. “Michael, will you marry me?”

I can’t help it anymore, I have to laugh. The shocked look on Michael’s face, Zan’s emotional tears, and Maria’s drunk slurring and professions are just too much for me to handle and hold in. I lean my head against my headrest and openly guffaw. I wish I had my video camera.

“Liiiiizzzzz, I’m hot,” Zan whines. He’s pulling at his sweater and kicking his way out his shoes. The fidgeting he’s doing could put a three year old to shame.
“We’ll be there in a couple of hours,” I patiently tell him. “Can you wait until then?”
“You are so pretty, Lizzie,” he smiles at me as he rubs my face. “You are the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.”
“I dare you to say it to someone else,” Maria shouts suddenly. “I double dare ya!”

One of the flight attendants happens to be walking by when Maria makes her dares. Zan reaches into the aisle, grabs her hand, and drags her closer to us.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” she asks with her eyebrow raised.
“Yep. You see the girl sitting next to me?” The flight attendant nods. “She’s the prettiest girl in the whole wide world, and she’s mine!” Zan shouts. He lets go of the attendant’s hand and turns back towards Maria. “Told you I could do it,” he laughs.

Maria laughs and Michael and I shoot each other looks that clearly read “We need to do something fast”. Michael is about to put the headphones back on Maria’s head when I snatch them out of his hand and throw them down the aisle.

“Didn’t you learn the first time?” I hiss at him. He gives me a sheepish grin.
“I want to dance, Michael. You have to dance with me,” Maria demands suddenly.
“Ooh, me too, Liz. Can we dance with Maria and Michael? It’ll be fun,” Zan begs.
“There isn’t any music playing, we can’t dance right now,” Michael tries to explain.
“That’s okay, I can make music,” Zan squeals.
“No!” Michael and I shout simultaneously, but it’s too late.

Zan has snapped his fingers, and music is now wafting through the plane. I moan when I recognize the music. Zan has chosen “Shake Ya Ass” by Mystikal, and now he is in the aisle truly following the song’s directions. Michael is trying to keep Maria planted in her seat, but she has managed to wiggle by him and now she is in the aisle dancing and singing along with Zan.

“SHAKE YA ASS, BUT WATCH YOURSELF! SHAKE YA ASS, SHOW ME WHATCHA WORKING WITH!” Maria sings along as they both dance in the aisle, drawing all kinds of unnecessary attention to themselves. I put my head down in my lap, and don’t know whether to laugh or cry. It can’t get much worse than this.

“Oh my God!” Michael screams and I quickly look up. Looks like I spoke too soon.

Zan has stopped dancing, and is now stripping. His sweater has been flung down the aisle, and he is waving his shirt over his head while he thrusts his pelvis to the beat of the music. Zan’s taut body is glistening with sweat, and his tattoos have taken on the appearance of winking at me. Maria is cheering him on, and it looks like she is about to become his stripping partner in just a second. Zan drops his shirt and pulls his belt out of the loops. He’s now swinging that over his head. The looks on the passengers’ faces are a mix between shocked, amused, and terrified. Zan drops the belt and is now beginning to unbutton his pants. Oh hell no, I have to stop this now.

I grab both Zan and Maria by their wrists and drag them back to our seats. Michael then grabs them, and forces them to sit down. While he’s buckling their seatbelts and listening to them complain, I make my way down the aisle and collect Zan’s clothes while apologizing to the passengers of the plane. After I make my way back to my seat, I throw Zan’s clothes at him and sit down.

“You don’t love me anymore,” Zan says in a low tone and then bites his lower lip.
“Zan.”
“You’re mad at me, and you don’t love me anymore,” he repeats and puts his face in his hands as he sobs. I look at Michael for help, but I see he is already occupied with an emotional Maria.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, Zan. You just made me a little mad by stripping in the aisles,” I sigh.
“I’m sorry, Lizzie. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you not mad at me anymore,” he whispers as he wipes his tears from his face.
“If you want to make me happy, then you’ll go to the bathroom, put your clothes back on, and then come back out here and sit with me,” I reply.

Zan nods eagerly and shoots from his seat with his clothes in hand. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer that Zan will not get caught up in anymore mischief while he is putting his clothes back on.

“Hellooo? Is this thing on?” Zan’s voice floats through the plane’s intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the---“
“Hey, give that back! I need to tell somebody something, mister.”
“Sir, would you just please go back and---“
“If you don’t give me it, I’m gonna sock you,” Zan warns. I just shake my head. Why me?

“Okay, like I was saying. My name is Zan, and I am flying to Roswell. My girlfriend’s name is Liz, and she’s flying with me today. She is the prettiest, most beautifullest girl, and she’s smart and I love her with all my heart. I just made my girlfriend mad, and I wanted to say that I was really, really sorry, and I promise that I won’t do it again. Ever,” Zan slurs into the intercom. People all over the plane are giggling and “oh, how cute”s and “ahhs” can be heard all across the plane. I want to be embarrassed, but I can’t muster up an ounce of embarrassment to cloak myself in. I’m actually honored and proud to be Zan’s girl, even if he is drunk as a skunk.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, Liz, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Zan sings sweetly. The intercom then shuts off and the whole plane explodes in clapping and cheering. The cheering becomes even louder when Zan appears from behind the partition and walks back to his seat.

“That was so beautiful,” Maria gushes and begins to cry. Michael sighs and draws her to him as she sobs into his chest.

“Are you still mad at me?” Zan asks timidly. His eyes are still glassy and a grin is planted firmly on his face.
“No, baby, not at all,” I whisper and kiss his forehead.

Zan sighs and lays his head on my shoulder, allowing sleep to overcome him. I glance at Maria and find that she is snoring into Michael’s chest. To our satisfaction, Zan and Maria remain sleeping for the remainder of the trip and have to be woken once we touch down. After a couple of minutes of gentle prodding and coercion, we are able to get them up and off the plane. Neither of them seems to remember anything that occurred on the plane, and if they do they are quiet about it. We reach Roswell in record time, and sooner than I realize, Zan and I are standing in front of the Crashdown.

“You ready sweets?” Zan asks lacing his fingers through mine. There isn’t a trace of his previous alcoholic episode present.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I smile and together we walk through the Crashdown doors.


I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it-Spike, BtVS
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posted on 12-Oct-2001 1:22:38 AM by Kapone224
Guys, I know it's been a while since the last time I posted, but I am back with a fresh fire and new zeal in my heart (wow, where did that come from?) Enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Kim

Part 32B

“You know it’s not too late for us to leave, sweets,” Zan whispers in my ear. We’ve been standing in the front of the Crashdown for about five minutes, but have made no attempts to find my parents.
“We’re here now,” I sigh. “Even if we did leave, we’d still have to come back here eventually. Might as well get this over with now.”

Noticing my despair, Zan pulls me into his embrace and kisses the crown of my head. He rubs my back gently as he whispers words of comfort and reassurance into my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, sweets. I think you’re making this out to be worse than it actually is. It can’t be that bad,” Zan whispers as he kisses my temple.

I take a couple of deep cleansing breaths to calm myself, and turn to face the counter. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

“Lizzie!” my mother screams as Zan and I walk towards her. She runs from behind the counter where she and my father are standing, and nearly knocks me over with her fierce embrace. My father only smiles at us.

“Hi, Mom,” I giggle as I return her hug. With the way she’s acting, an outsider would think we hadn’t seen each other in years instead of a few months. I pull away from her and resume my position next to Zan.

“Mom, this is Alexander Evans,” I say pointing at Zan. He extends his hand to my mom.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he smiles as he shakes my mother’s hand.
“Likewise,” she replies, but a puzzled expression slides over her face.

Her eyes take Zan in from head to toe: they start with his spiky hair, land on his eyebrow ring and earrings, continue down to his goatee, and then slide down the rest of his body, only to take the journey back up again. The scariest thing about my mother’s silent interrogation is that it only took about five seconds. The wheels are turning in my mother’s head, and suddenly I’m very afraid.

“Not quite what you were expecting, am I?” Zan whispers to my mother and begins to laugh.
“Definitely not,” she admits as she laughs along with him. I let out a sigh of relief and let down my guard a little. One down, one to go. I leave Zan with my mother and walk over to my father. This battle won’t be so easily won.

“Hi Daddy,” I smile as I walk around the counter and hug him.
“Lizzibeth!” he cries as he picks me up and spins me around. “How was your flight?”
“Interesting,” I smirk. If only he knew.
“Interesting good, or interesting bad?”
“Just interesting.” Zan and Maria’s antics flash across my mind and I begin to giggle. I wonder what Michael could do with those memories.

“So that’s him,” my father states. He is watching Zan as my mother drags him through the restaurant, blabbering on about only God knows what.
“Yep, that’s Zan.”
“Hmm.”
“Daddy, promise me you’ll be nice. I really like him. A lot,” I emphasize.
“And when haven’t I ever been nice?”
“You weren’t nice to Max.”
“Max was too quiet and you know what they say about the quiet ones,” he says and I sigh. “Besides, I know things about Max that you think I don’t.”
“Like what?” Please don’t say it.
“I know that he wasn’t good for you in any way, shape, or form. Don’t think I didn’t hear you crying all those nights in your room, either. I still have a good mind to find him and beat his---“
“Daddy!” I exclaim. I know my father was never really fond of Max, but I never really thought he harbored these types of feelings towards him. That was my mother’s job.

“Do you love Zan, Liz?” he asks seriously.
“Very much,” I nod and he sighs. He stares at me for a second.
“Fine. I’ll be nice,” he mumbles and I attack him with a bear hug. “Just know that when he steps out of line, his ass is mine. Come on, let’s go meet lover boy,” he sighs.

I place my hand in my father’s and drag him from around the counter. As we get closer, I can hear my mother babbling on about me as a child. I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I know I’m about to be embarrassed.

“For the longest time, Jeff and I weren’t sure if we’d ever be able to take her out in public. She just couldn’t seem to keep her clothes on,” my mother laughs.
“Oh really,” Zan smirks at me.
“Yes! It didn’t matter where we were- grocery store, mall, a friend’s house- if we left Lizzie alone for more than a couple of minutes, she would take her clothes off and run around naked. Sometimes we wouldn’t be able to find her clothes for hours!”
“Mom!”
“Well it’s true,” she simply states and shrugs. Ah, my mother; you gotta love her. I turn to my father.

“Daddy, this is Alexander Evans,” I say pointing at Zan.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Parker,” Zan courteously states and extends his hand towards my father.
“Likewise,” my father nods and shakes his hand.

His eyes slide over Zan and I begin to panic again. This is so nerve wracking. His eyes are boring holes into Zan’s face, and it’s almost as if my father recognizes him. Uh oh.

“I trust you guys had a good flight,” my dad asks suddenly snapping out of his trance.
“It was pretty good, sir. There was a bit of turbulence, but I slept for the duration of the flight,” Zan answers politely, and before I know it I’m giggling. I can’t wait to tell Michael about this.

“Are you guys hungry?” my mom asks. “I could whip up something to eat.”
“Actually, Liz and I wanted to take you guys to dinner. That is, if you don’t mind,” Zan adds quickly and I nod in concurrence.

My parents share a look, and then my father speaks.

“That would be nice,” my father says and then he glances at his watch. “Would two hours be enough time to get settled in?” Zan and I nod, and we pick up our bags as we move towards the stairs that lead to the apartment. After depositing our bags in our respective rooms, I flop on the couch, pooped beyond belief.

“You tired, babe?” Zan inquires sitting down beside me. He stretches his legs lengthwise on the couch and pulls me flush against his body so I am laying completely on top of him.

“Yeah, I had to baby sit for a good portion of the flight,” I answer giggling. When he raises his eyebrow at me, I full out laugh at him. “I’ll tell you one day,” I yawn.
“Just rest,” he whispers as he strokes my hair. “Something tells me that we’re going to need all the strength and energy we can get…”

Two and a half-hours later, my parents, Zan, and I are sitting in The Silver Mine, a restaurant famous for having steaks almost an inch thick. So far we’ve entertained ourselves with polite conversation, but from the look on my father’s face I know that the big guns are about to be pulled out.

“So, Zan, how long have you been dating my little girl?” my father asks.
“We’ve been together for four months,” he answers and clasps my hand under the table.
“Four months? Lizzie, didn’t you tell me you guys met in October?” my mother interjects. Here we go.

“We met in October, but we actually didn’t start dating until December,” I state.
“And you’ve already met his parents? Don’t you think that you guys are moving a little fast?” my father inquires. His penetrating gaze is beginning to give me the creeps.
“Well, Dad, the only reason I met Zan’s parents so soon is because they invited me to their house for Christmas and I went,” I say defending myself.
“So you met his parents after not even being with him for a month? How is it that I just recently found out that he even existed?” Why is he talking about Zan like he isn’t at the table? I’m beginning to get pissed and Zan can tell, because he gently begins to stroke my hand.
“Now, Jeff, that’s not true. I told you about Zan almost two months ago when I found out about him,” my mother intercedes on my behalf. “Stop acting like you just found out about him yesterday.”

My father remains silent as our waiter places our food in front of us. It is not until the waiter leaves that he speaks again.

“So Nancy tells me that you are the Junior Vice president of Morgan Stanley Dean Witter,” my father states nodding at Zan.
“Yes sir.”
“Aren’t you a little young for that position?”
“Jeff!” “Daddy!” my mother and I both exclaim at the same time. He is really pushing it.
“What?” he asks, oblivious to his rudeness. “I’m just asking, because that’s a really high position for someone as young as Zan.”

“Well, Mr. Parker, I started working for Morgan Stanley when I was 22, right after I got out of college. I started as an assistant to the then vice president of the company, and after about two years of grunt work and many projects that went into the wee hours of the morning, my hard work was recognized and I was promoted to Junior Vice President,” he finishes. He’s still holding my hand and I squeeze it gently to reassure him that he’s doing fine. I glance over at my mother and she mouths the word “keeper.” After I smile at her, I turn my attention back to Zan.

“Hmm. They let you go to work with all those piercings?” my dad inquires and takes a bite of his steak. A thoughtful expression crosses my mother’s face as she peers at the four silver hoops hanging from his ears as well as the hoop in his eyebrow.
“They actually don’t look upon them too fondly, sir. I take them out before I go to work,” Zan answers looking my father in the eye.
“Did they hurt, Zan?” my mother asks timidly. Her fascination with Zan’s piercings amuses me; she looks like she wants to reach across the table and touch them.
“Not at all,” he smiles and takes a bite of his baked potato that is drenched in Tabasco.

“So what’s your relationship like with your parents? Nancy tells me that you’re adopted, what’s that like?”

What the hell is going on here? Who is this asshole that has taken over my father’s body? He is never like this, ever. Even as much as he hated Max, he was never this rude.

“Dad.” I scowl at him and then turn to Zan. “It’s okay, Zan. You don’t have to answer him if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay, Liz. I don’t mind,” Zan reassures me patting my hand. He looks at my father. “My adoptive parents and I are quite close. I love them with all my heart and they love me with all theirs. We talk almost everyday, and we get along really well.”
“25 and you sill talk to them almost everyday?” my mother repeats and Zan nods. “Maybe you can teach Lizzie a thing or two about picking up the phone every now and then.” She smiles at us and I smile back at her. Thank you, Mom.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do your parents do?” my father probes as he finishes his steak.
“Well my mom is a seamstress with her own shop, and my father works for Virgin Records as the head of advertising and merchandising department,” Zan responds.
“Hmm,” my father replies and continues with his meal.

I guess my father has gotten all the answers he needs, because he is silent for the rest of the evening. Zan, my mother, and I continue to pleasantly chat amongst ourselves for our remaining time in the restaurant as well as in the car on the way home. We are passing the park when I signal for my father to stop the car. He gives me a strange look, but he does pull the car over and let’s us out. I wait until the car pulls off, and then I turn to Zan.

“I’m so sorry about the way my father acted tonight, I have no idea what got into him,” I say to Zan. I’m holding his hand and leading him to the swing set. The moon is high and full, and the warm evening breeze is caressing our skin.

“Don’t worry about it, sweets. The way he acts doesn’t make me love you any less,” Zan responds as he sits down in a swing and pulls me into his lap.
“I know, but that still doesn’t excuse the way he acted. How would you have felt if one of your parents treated me the way my father treated you tonight?”
“Babe, he’s only acting like this because he’s scared.”
“Scared of what, Zan? What does that man have to be scared of?”
“Losing his little girl,” Zan answers softly. “The whole time we were sitting at the table I could feel the fear radiating off him in waves. He thinks I’m gonna steal you away from him.”
“But why would he think that?”
“I don’t know, babe. I guess it’s just a typical fatherly fear,” he murmurs into the back of my neck.

We sit in silence for a while, and I sigh as I let my body totally relax into his embrace.

“What’s wrong, sweets?” Zan inquires twisting a lock of my hair in his fingers.
“Nothing, I just don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight without you by my side,” I whisper. His grasp around my middle tightens and he pulls me further into his chest.
“Personally, I don’t think it’s the actual sleeping with me you’re gonna miss,” Zan teases and I giggle. He does have a point.

After another 15 minutes of just talking and enjoying each other’s presence, we exit the park and walk back to the apartment hand in hand. I walk him to his room, but don’t immediately let go of his hand.

“If you need anything, I’ll be right down the hall,” I say pointing to my room.
“Actually, there is something I need, sweets.”
“What?”

Zan pulls me towards him by my waist and gently kisses my lips. Simultaneously our lips part and what was once a simple good night kiss is quickly turning into a prelude for what could be an evening filled with passion and ecstasy.

“Zan, we have to…”
“Stop. Yeah, I know, babe,” he whispers before his lips become attached to my neck.
“Zaaaannnn,” I moan as I take a shaky step away from him.

As much as I want him, my parents are right down the hall and I don’t think they would look upon our actions too kindly. Zan places his hands on top of his head and laces his fingers together. He steps forward, places two chaste kisses on my lips, and then steps back. His hands are still on top of his head.

“Goodnight, sweets. I love you,” he says with his eyes still dazed with lust.
“Goodnight, Zan. I love you, too,” I reply and take a step towards him, but he inches away from me.
“Take another step towards me, and your pops is going to have a real reason to be scared,” Zan warns me. I giggle, but heed his warning and back away. After what seems like hours, Zan finally walks into his bedroom and closes the door, and I walk down the hallway to my room. I’m almost there when the sound of my parents’ voices stops me.

“Jeff, he’s a lovely young man. Why are you so resistant to giving him a chance?” my mother is asking.
“Simple, I don’t want another Max situation on my hands,” my father states. What?
“Jeff, he’s nothing like Max. He’s honest, hard working, dependable, and he loves Liz. What more do you want?”
“The boy is adopted, which means he has no real roots.”
“Negative. His roots are now with his adoptive parents.”
“Did you see all those piercings he has? He looks like he volunteered to be a pincushion! Maybe you missed it, but did you notice that your daughter has a piercing of her own?”
“Her tongue? Yes, I saw it, and I happen to think it’s cute, just like I think Zan’s eyebrow ring is adorable, too.”
“You can’t be serious, Nancy!”
“Oh, but I am. So what if he has piercings? So what? That has nothing to do with his character and the way he feels about our daughter. In case you had missed it, he is totally smitten with her. Did you see the look on his face when she went to the bathroom earlier tonight? I almost thought he was going to get up and follow her he was so entranced.”
“Whatever, Nancy. I’m going to bed.”
“No, you are not! I know Liz is your little girl, and she always will be, but you are going to have to let her go. She can’t stay little Lizzie all her life; you have to let her grow up and experience things for herself. That’s why she went to New York, remember?”
“I know, but it’s so hard sometimes. I look at her sometimes and still see the little girl that was begging me to take her to the park and push her on the swings. I don’t think I’m ready for the beautiful young woman that’s sleeping down the hall.”

“Well that’s too bad, Jeff, because whether you’re ready or not she’s here, and frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t speaking to you after the way you treated Zan tonight. It was rude, and you need to apologize to him.” What is this I’m hearing? Mom, it that really you?

“Apologize?”
“Yes, apologize.” I hear the covers rustling and I can only assume that they are settling in for the night. “We raised a wise young woman. We may not like some of the things she does, or some of the people she dates, but it’s her life, and we have to trust in the life skills we gave her that she will make the right decision. Not the decision we think is right, but the decision she thinks is right.”

My father doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I hear my mother sigh.

“I’m going to say one more thing, and then I’m going to hold my peace. You may not like Zan, because you think he’s trying to take your little girl away from you. I understand that totally. What you don’t seem to understand is that if you keep pushing away the man she loves, you’re gonna push her away too, and then you won’t have to worry about Zan stealing her, because she will walk away freely. Mark my words.”

Where did my mother find this knowledge? I am amazed at all the things that just came out of my mother’s mouth. It’s almost like she grew sensible overnight. I ponder this as I lay down in my bed. I just hope my father listens to her, because even though I hate to agree with her, my mother was right on the money with her assertion…

‘Morning, babe. How’s my favorite girl doing this morning?’

Zan’s voice in my head right when I wake up, yummy.

‘I am wonderful, but I missed you last night and this morning.’
‘Why don’t you get dressed and meet me downstairs in the restaurant so you can show me how much you missed me?’
‘I think I can do that.’

I smile inwardly as I jump out the bed and head into the bathroom. After quickly taking a shower and throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt, I run down the apartment steps and into the Crashdown. Zan is already sitting at the table with breakfast in front of him, and I slide into the booth next to him.

“Hey, Stranger. Long time, no see,” I smile and kiss him.
“Who you tellin’,” Zan responds and kisses my forehead. “How’d you sleep?”
“I missed you last night, but other than that I was okay.”
Just then my father comes over with a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, and sets the plate in front of me. He smiles at Zan and me.

“Everything okay, Zan?” my father smiles.
“Perfect,” Zan answers and smiles back. A look passes between the both of them, and they nod at each other. Something has definitely changed since last night.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say and he smiles at us once more before departing back into the kitchen. “Okay, what was that about? I obviously missed something here,” I direct at Zan.

“Just man stuff,” he smirks at me and kisses me once again on the forehead. I put my head on his shoulder, and just then the door chimes ring.

“Max, Isabel! It’s so nice to see you guys again,” my mother greets them. Oh shit.