Title: Fall From Grace
Author: jake17
Couple: Z/L
Disclaimer: don't own anything related to the show Roswell
Rating: very, very.... adult (you have been warned)
Summary: Reeling from the break up of a painful relationship Liz Parker, a twenty something, struggling artist decides to retreat to a lake side cabin deep in the woods of Southern Maine. What she was looking for was a quiet place to heal, what she found was a sexual awakening she would never forget...
Chapter one
Staring at the home made drawn map completely lost, Liz sunk down into the seat of her parents old Volvo fighting back tears of frustration.
Six hours of driving with no air conditioner and no radio had left her with little option other then to dwell on her recent painful breakup, and the unexpected loss of a job that all ironically happened on the same horrible day.
Pulling onto the side of a dirt road deep in the dense woods of Maine she suddenly began to question her decision to leave her cozy little apartment in the city.
But the vivid memory of seeing her love in the arms of another woman in the bed they shared gave her little choice.
She had to get out and get away, only this was definitely not what she had in mind.
It was her mother's idea, with her dad away on business, she took it upon herself to grant Liz permission to go to his secret hunting cabin that was usually reserved for 'the guys'.
Which included his buddies from childhood that were scattered across the country but gathered together twice a year for a drunken - poker - eat all you want - hunting and fishing week of debauchery.
Her mother had never been there since women of any kind were strictly prohibited, but she knew where the key was located in case of an emergency, and while Jeff was unreachable at a conference in Florida, she didn't see the harm in letting Liz lick her wounds in his sanctuary for as long as necessary.
To Liz's intense dismay her supposedly solitary relaxing trip was not going as planned.
It had been at least an hour since she had been on anything that even resembled a road and with the sun going down she knew there was no way she would find the cabin tonight.
Hot, exhausted and hungry she sighed looking at the map again before deciding to turn the car around to head back to the highway, that is if she could even find her way out of the many turns she had made on the very indistinguishable roads that were marked by pictures of broken fences, and hollow trees instead of actual names.
Thinking her best bet would be to find a motel and rest for the night she went to start the car only to hear a horrible grinding noise followed by a series of clicks.
“No, no no... please don't do this now... ”
Resting her forehead on the steering wheel she pulled her long dark hair up off of her shoulders and reached for a napkin to wipe the sweat from her neck.
“I can't believe it's this hot in September, I can't believe I'm suck out here, why did I let her talk me into this.”
Hearing a twig snap and the slight rustle of dry leaves she looked up to see a ruggedly handsome man holding a shot gun over his right shoulder with a yellow lab by his side standing on the edge of the road glaring at her with an expressionless gaze.
Not having seen another human being in almost two hours Liz was more than shocked to see not only a man, but a devastatingly gorgeous guy that seemingly appeared out of thin air right before her eyes.
She couldn't help but stare back at him as he stood still as a statue, with an all consuming presence that definitely demanded your attention, especially if you were a heterosexual woman with a pulse.
From what she could make out in the dusk of the early evening he was tall, with jet black hair that swept haphazardly over the most unusual color eyes she had ever seen.
It reminded her of her father's aged brandy that he kept in a crystal jar in his study that was very expensive and off limits.
It wasn't exactly the brandy itself that resembled his eyes, it was more like when the sunlight pierced the fine crystal setting off the fiery aspect of the golden liquor that glowed like a sparkling gem that resembled the specific unique shade.
He features were strong and seductive, like a depiction of an Ancient Egyptian God or Roman Gladiator in one of her Art rendition books.
His jaw was strong and sharp, his lips full and inviting, his cheek bones high and distinct, and his body …
With biceps that looked as if they were carved from Michelangelo himself, and thighs that inspired fantasies that would make even the devil blush, he was without sounding like a trashy romance novel, the sexiest man she had ever seen.
Dressed in a tight dark green tee shirt, camouflage pants and boots, he stood under a towering old Oak tree.
Surrounded by brightly colored red, orange and yellow autumn leaves, hidden by the impending dusk silently staring at her he gave a short sharp whistle to his dog before turning away.
Her eyes widened as he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared just a few seconds ago into the woods.
“Wait!” she called out with no response.
Reaching for her cell she cursed realizing that she was too far out for service, something that her mom had warned her about earlier but she had completely forgot.
Jumping out of the car one foot came out of the pink flimsy flip flops she was wearing as she stumbled to the edge of the thick woods.
“Hey! Please come back! I really need your help, my car broke down and I have no idea where I am - “
Sighing nervously she strained to see through the mass of pricker bushes and pine tree branches as she desperately searched for him.
Hoping he would hear her she hollered out into the woods a second time.
“I don't mean to bother you sir but I really need your help … “
Still holding the napkin she chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she wiped the moisture that had collected inside her cleavage from the oppressive heat.
She cursed under her breath wondering what the hell she was going to do now as she turned quickly to find herself looking right into his broad impressive muscular chest.
“Oh... there you are … “ she whispered softly as the happy lab proceeded to lick her fingers and the palm of her hand.
Keeping her locked in his stare he spoke setting off a quivering onslaught of somersaults in her belly.
“Down Sam.”
Kneeling she smiled and held out her wrist with her fist closed but the obedient dog stood frozen by his owners side.
His unnerving stern deep tone along with his strikingly beautiful features made her stammer slightly as she slowly stood back up to face him again.
“I-I don't mean to bother you, but my parents own a cabin on Echo lake, I was trying to find it when I got lost and my car broke down. I was wondering if maybe you had phone nearby that I could use?”
Looking back at the car he hesitated for a moment before letting his predatory gaze roam unapologetically up and down her young body making her feel incredibly uncomfortable in the most glorious way.
“I know the cabin, but its a long walk and It'll be dark soon,” Studying her feet paying special attention to her sexy painted red toe nails he flashed a disapproving glare back up to her wide doe eyes. “ You'll never make it with those shoes.”
Holding out her hands, signaling for him to stay, she ran to her car and pulled out a duffle bag.
Running his fingers slowly down the ears of his dog he bellowed out to her that her shorts would have to go too.
“If you have any long pants I'd put them on, the trail hasn't been used in years, those legs of yours will get torn up pretty bad if their not covered.”
Nodding quickly she riffled through her bag before finding a pair of canvas sneakers and a pair of jeans.
Glancing back at him she looked down at her cut off shorts and shyly up in his direction.
Getting the hint he reluctantly turned away while she quickly tried to change.
Sighing impatiently he turned back around just in time to see her pull her tight jeans up over the curve of her hips giving him a quick glimpse of her white cotton panties before raising his eyes to her blushing downward gaze.
Giving her a slight momentary smirk of approval, his voice dipped low to a sultry tone that visibly melted her from the inside out.
“We better get going, there's a storm coming."
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