Title: Sweet Surrender
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell, just my unending obsession with Jason
Author: jake17
Pairings: M/L
Rating: Adult
Summary: Sometimes love can happen when you least expect it.
Authors note: This fic is dedicated to my funny sweet seashell, I don't know what I'd do without you!
Thank you Dreamer19 for my beautiful banner!! It's so perfect!! I love it !! You are such a sweetheart Kristin !!
Chapter 1.
“Liz you are literally saving my life!”
Maria sipped her coffee while the two life long friends sat at her kitchen table
“Maria please it’s two nights out of my week. It’s not like I have anything else to do. It’s nothing really”
Just then Michael turned the corner and took a beer out of the fridge as he stared out onto the over grown lawn.
“Believe me it’s something. Kristin would be destroyed if she didn’t get to play baseball this year. With Michael’s new job and my overtime there is no way we can make her games. How can I ever repay you?”
“Well for one thing you can stop forcing me to go out with every single guy you happen to run into. Seriously no more blind dates for me …understood?”
“Fine but I don’t know how you think your going to find anyone locked away in that stuffy office of yours. You need to get out and meet people Liz.”
“Yeah besides you’re far too young and pretty to be satisfying your sexual needs with something that requires batteries.”
“Michael!!! I told you that was a secret!”
“Oh please Maria she hasn’t had a date in three years. I don’t think anyone would be shocked to hear about her getting some assistance from a certain toy once in awhile -
“Oh my god please will you two just shut up!”
Liz covered her face with her hands as her head came to rest on the table. She wondered if her life could get anymore pathetic.
“I’m never trusting you with another secret again Maria!. I can’t believe you told him that!”
Maria followed Liz out to her car taking the time out to forcefully slap Michael upside the head as she walked by him.
“I’m sorry Liz! Really I am!”
Maria ran after her car as she pulled out of the driveway and onto the oak tree lined street.
“Bye Maria”
“Just remember her game is at six!”
Liz waved and nodded at Maria. She was quietly planning her revenge as she drove towards her tiny loft in the city.
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Once settled under her soft burgundy comforter she opened her laptop and closed her eyes hoping that something would come to her. Nothing did. Taking a long sip of wine she wished for something to happen. Something that would make her feel alive and not like she was just sleep walking through her life.
Liz stared at the blinking curser. She sighed silently cursing her muse for abandoning her.
‘Ugh this is useless! How am I suppose to write romance novels when I have no idea what it’s like to even be in love.’
Liz’s problem was never dating. She could date every night if she wanted to. The problem was there was never any fire. She longed to feel the kind of passion that takes over your body and makes you crazy with desire and need.
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The next morning Liz went through her usual routine. Stopping to say hello to the old woman Mrs. Latanzio who sat in her window sill most every morning and every night listening to her Johnny Mathis records and dreaming about her late husband Anthony.
She was a nice woman who would always try and give Liz some piece of advice about her love life.
“Remember Liz you have to have that chemistry that spark or you’re just wasting you time honey”
“You have a nice day Mrs. Latanzio. I’m going off to find that spark!”
“Oh child you joke now but when it happens it’s going to turn your world upsidedown!”
After she got her usual coffee and corn muffin she settled in at her desk ready work.
Liz had a job with a small company that released paperback novels. These were the kind of books that could be found in airports gift shops and grocery stores. This was definitely not her dream job but it paid the bills. She had always been in charge of writing mysteries. This subject matter came easy to her. She could basically write them in her sleep.
Then one day the woman responsible for writing the romance novels took an early maternity leave and suddenly Liz found herself struggling with phrases like…. “hard manhood and creamy mounds”
She glanced over several of books that had already been published hoping she would get some ideas. No such luck.
After a very frustrating afternoon she was happy to be on her way to pick up Kristin.
Maria and Michael’s daughter was very cool. She was eight years old and a definite tomboy. She insisted on playing little league instead of softball. She thought it was ridiculous that girls had to play with a larger softer ball just because they were girls.
As Liz pulled into the driveway Kristin came running out to greet her.
“Hi Auntie Liz!”
“Well look at you! You look so cool in your uniform! What team are you on anyway?”
“I’m on the Phillies this year and I know I’m going to be pitching! My arm is way stronger then all the boys in my gym class. No one can get a hit off me. Coach Evans has to pick me. He’d be a fool not to!”
“You are definitely your parents daughter Kristin”
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As Liz pulled into the park she was surprised at how professional the field was. There were dugouts and bleachers …even lights for night games.
“Kris are you sure we’re at the right field?”
“Oh yeah … the town built the high school kids this really cool field in the back. As long as no one needs this one we get to use it.”
Liz laughed to herself as she was watched Kristin jump from her car and run to the field.
Her long ponytail was sticking out the hole in her baseball hat bouncing all over in sea of crew cuts.
She reached for her laptop and prayed for some inspiration as she settled into one of the seats closest to the Phillies dugout.
Staring back at the curser on her screen again. Just then she was startled when she caught a glimpse of the coach as he passed by her.
He had gathered all the kids around him to remind them of a few things before they went up to bat.
She was captivated by his voice. It was like no other she had ever heard. It had a deep husky tone to it.
Liz immediately pictured him saying some of the words that she had been reading for her research and became breathless.
“Ok kids remember our practices. Just watch those pitches. If it feels right ..swing hard.”
Liz peeked over her laptop and almost fell out of her seat.
Standing no more than ten feet from her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
He was tall and lean with short dark black hair and soft golden eyes. He had a sleeveless shirt on that showed the well defined muscles of his strong arms. The strange thing was he seemed completely unaware of just how handsome he was. He seemed laid back and sweet as he yelled out words of encouragement to the kids on his team.
Liz continued to stare mesmerized by everything about him.
The coach was looking down at a clipboard reading his notes when he hesitated suddenly. He could feel someone looking at him.
Slowly he lifted his eyes up and caught her gaze. Quickly he looked back down feeling embarrassed that he was being watched.
She did the same.
He felt his heart start to race. Immediately he was struck by her beauty . Her long dark hair flowed around her in the spring breeze. Looking down he was lost as to what to do. Although he was embarrassed by her stare he had to have one more look.
Liz feeling the same slowly lifted her eyes over her computer and was rewarded by a warm smile.
She blushed as she smiled back at him.
“Coach Evans Danny is having problems with his batting helmet.”
He hesitated before reluctantly turning his attention away from her to help little Danny.
As he walked away his face was flushed with thoughts of kissing those soft pink lips and running his hands through her long dark hair.
This was not like him. No had ever had such an immediate affect on him in his life. He looked back one more time as he tripped over a bat that was left on the ground.
She had clearly shaken him up.
Somehow he had to get the courage up to speak to her before the end of the night.
Liz was just trying to get through the next moment without passing out.
‘Wow fire, chemistry, so this is what it feels like.'
Should I continue?
thanks so much for thinking Michael was funny! 
thanks anyway for your fb! 
I promise.. thanks so much Sara!
) after your stories Im kind of embarrassed for you to see mine.. but I really appreciate your sweet words! 
I am dying for more of your story!! Please come back!! So happy this makes you laugh! thank you!