Melting (UC, Liz/Rath, Adult) Complete ~ 4/29
Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:06 pm
Title: Melting
Spoilers: All of Roswell is up for grabs, very very AU post Departure.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all characters and original Roswell settings belong to other very lucky people.
Pairings/Couples/Category: UC, Liz/Rath, total smut
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Naughty sexy fun, definitely adult.
Summary: Rath surprises Liz at college, sexy and fluffy hijinks ensue. Follow-up to Heat Stroke.
A/N: This is a very belated birthday present for Ashita, one of the most amazing betas and writers in all of fanficdom. Happy Belated B-day! You Rock!
Liz sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck, trying to relieve the tension induced ache that lingered there and failing miserably. It was the fourth and final year for both her majors before she entered law school, and not even two months into the first semester, she already felt like she was going insane. Why had she decided to double major again? When had she gone from your average bookworm over-achiever to her current preposterous goals?
Oh right, when she was being stalked by a disturbingly persistent ex-boyfriend and trying to channel her intergalactically traumatic high school experience into something worthwhile. How silly of her to forget.
Before the past summer, those two things had kept her focusing very well, as had the fact that while she had a few friends at Stanford, and Ava who was attending San Jose University, her social life had been limited, by choice and necessity. But then she’d agreed to go home, and she’d run into him, simultaneously discovering both her libido and the most effective way to get rid of her stalker, and now her body and brain seemed far less inclined to focus on her studies to the exclusion of all else. If her alarm clock woke her up from one more sex dream before it finished, she would not be responsible for her roommate discovering she had alien powers when the damn thing blew up.
Her pocket started to vibrate and she almost jumped out of her skin, before surreptitiously sliding her phone out of her jeans and flipping it open behind the text book propped in front of her. The professor for this class was the most boring lecturer she’d ever had the displeasure of encountering, and she learned far more from her own studying than the class itself, leaving her with no guilt for ignoring him entirely.
Hey Cornball, guess what I did last night? Hint, it involves the Jell-O shots you never showed up for, and the hot guy who keeps ‘accidentally’ getting my mail. With the way he handled my slot, I think the government should make him an honorary postman.
Liz turned bright red and almost dropped the phone, a strangled noise escaping her throat that thankfully eluded the professor’s attention, although it earned her an odd look from a boy two seats over. It was so perfectly Ava to condense a guilt trip and a dirty mental image into one text. She quickly typed a reply back, cheeks still slightly flushed, partly in embarrassment, and partly in envy. Now that she knew what she’d been missing last year, remaining Ava’s celibate gal-pal was decidedly less enjoyable.
Sorry, fell asleep in the library and almost got locked in. Although it sounds like you should be thanking me for ditching you, dirty girl.
Her phone vibrated again almost immediately, and she opened the message to see not another text, but a nude picture of a very handsome young man, sound asleep on Ava’s purple silk comforter, making her choke again. Was the blonde trying to get her kicked out of class? Clearing her throat, she shot an innocent smile at the other students, and the professor who’d actually noticed the disturbance that time, and waited patiently until the lecture resumed before glancing back down at her phone and reading the text that had come in during the meantime.
Oh I definitely appreciate it. He’s making me breakfast right now, and since I hid his clothes, I think I’m going to use him as my plate. Luckily for me, I already got you a present, so I don’t owe you this time. Just promise to use the present wisely when it arrives and we’ll call the whole thing even. ; )
Liz grinned at first, another blush tinting her cheeks at the images her mind conjured based on the picture the other girl had sent, then frowned. When had Ava gotten her a present? And more important, knowing the blonde’s sense of humor, what had she gotten her? If it was a sex toy of any kind, Ava would get a first hand lesson in just how advanced Liz had gotten with her abilities. The blonde didn’t reply to the next two texts Liz sent her, so the brunette reluctantly turned her attention back to the teacher, knowing that the mystery, however unwanted, would be solved soon enough.
Her next class was far more interesting, and far more challenging, sending her tension headache spiraling to impressive new heights as she made her way across the quad, stopping for a coffee on her way back to her room, where she had a paper she wanted to polish one last time before her evening class. Living on campus might involve less privacy and space than she preferred, but the convenience given just how many classes she was taking, was too useful to give up.
She frowned when she reached her door and juggled her coffee and books for a moment in an attempt to free a hand. Why was there a male voice in her room? Her roommate, Tina, preferred girls, and was currently single anyways, and neither of them tended to bring friends back to their decidedly small living quarters. Finally freeing her right hand, she punched in the door code and pushed it open with her foot, her jaw dropping when she saw the tall and muscular body lounging on her bed, lips curled into a devilish smirk and caramel eyes glinting with amusement and desire.
“Rath?! What are you doing here?” She asked dumbfoundedly, barely noticing her roommate chuckling as the redhead gathered up her things and headed for the door.
“Didn’t Ava tell you, sweetness?” Rath drawled, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine as she gaped some more, then blushed, recalling Ava’s statement about sending her a present and using it wisely, and her own suspicions of a sex toy.
Coughing, she stared down into her coffee, mind and body temporarily frozen as she tried to reconcile her unexpectedly steamy summer, and her school mentality, now colliding in the same space. Tina snorted and hip checked her out of the doorway. “Well, I’m off to class, and I think I’ll be spending the night at a friend’s, so you two enjoy the privacy. It was delightful to meet you Rath, and please, make sure this girl spends her weekend engaging in wild debauchery instead of studying in the library.”
Liz’s head snapped up and she glared at her traitorous roommate, who merely laughed and left after chucking Liz on the chin, closing the door behind her and abandoning the brunette to a room that had never seemed smaller, thanks to Rath’s presence, both literal and figurative. The man in question rose to his feet, radiating confidence and sheer sexuality, making her mouth go dry as he stepped into her personal space and took her coffee and her books out of her hands, setting them on her desk and pushing her against the door, one hand settling on her hip and the other sliding into her hair as he tilted her head back so that she had to meet his gaze.
The tantalizing fire in his eyes made her knees go weak as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, lips brushing against hers teasingly until she whimpered and arched towards him, craving his heat. No longer gentle, he greedily ravaged her mouth, the kiss all tongue and teeth and unleashed passion that made her burn all the way down to her toes, and lasted until spots appeared behind her eyelids from lack of oxygen.
Reluctance in every line of his body, Rath pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, chuckling softly. “I guess you did miss me, kitten.”
Still floating in a lustful haze, Liz couldn’t even manage a blush at his suggestive tone, or the nickname that still made her tingle every time she heard it, even when other people brought it up in random conversations, a rather awkward reaction given how common the internet had made kitten pictures and videos. Rath’s fingers wandered up her ribcage, beneath her shirt, focusing her attention away from her nearly incoherent mental ramblings as his thumbs brushed the undersides of her silk covered breasts, making her sigh in appreciation.
“I definitely missed this.” She practically purred, once her befuddled mind had finally processed his words, and almost missed the faint flicker in his eyes as he chuckled again and leaned forward to nip at her bottom lip, the electric zing the faint pain sent into her bloodstream not quite enough to distract her from the unexpected glimpse at his emotions.
“I think Ava was wrong, I do owe her after this. You as a present far exceeds anything I’ve ever gotten her.” She added lightly, and felt a strange flicker of her own as his gaze intensified for a moment before he kissed her again, a fierce claiming of her mouth that had her moaning breathlessly and melting against him as molten heat rushed through her veins.
His tongue was curling against hers and his thumbs had moved up to caress her pebbled nipples, but despite the incredibly delicious sensations pulsing through her body, part of her brain couldn’t stop dissecting those flickers, his or hers. When had this, them, become more than just the most fun she’d ever had in a bed, or on a couch, or in the shower, or on the kitchen counter, or, wait, focus Liz – when had they started to care?
Her life didn’t have room for caring, didn’t have room for mind blowing sex either, not that she intended to protest that very much, okay, at all. But back to the point; after this already insanely hectic year, she’d be in law school, with an even tougher work load, and then, well that depended on a variety of things she’d been considering, and none of them included a, a whatever Rath was to her.
His mouth, his gloriously hot and talented mouth, had moved down to her pulse point, and somehow they’d both lost their shirts, possibly forever if alien powers had been involved, and as she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips and rocking helplessly against him in a frenzy of need, she realized that room or not, plan or not, he was already something to her, and a something that wasn’t going to go away, even if she’d wanted it to.
Spoilers: All of Roswell is up for grabs, very very AU post Departure.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all characters and original Roswell settings belong to other very lucky people.
Pairings/Couples/Category: UC, Liz/Rath, total smut
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Naughty sexy fun, definitely adult.
Summary: Rath surprises Liz at college, sexy and fluffy hijinks ensue. Follow-up to Heat Stroke.
A/N: This is a very belated birthday present for Ashita, one of the most amazing betas and writers in all of fanficdom. Happy Belated B-day! You Rock!
Liz sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck, trying to relieve the tension induced ache that lingered there and failing miserably. It was the fourth and final year for both her majors before she entered law school, and not even two months into the first semester, she already felt like she was going insane. Why had she decided to double major again? When had she gone from your average bookworm over-achiever to her current preposterous goals?
Oh right, when she was being stalked by a disturbingly persistent ex-boyfriend and trying to channel her intergalactically traumatic high school experience into something worthwhile. How silly of her to forget.
Before the past summer, those two things had kept her focusing very well, as had the fact that while she had a few friends at Stanford, and Ava who was attending San Jose University, her social life had been limited, by choice and necessity. But then she’d agreed to go home, and she’d run into him, simultaneously discovering both her libido and the most effective way to get rid of her stalker, and now her body and brain seemed far less inclined to focus on her studies to the exclusion of all else. If her alarm clock woke her up from one more sex dream before it finished, she would not be responsible for her roommate discovering she had alien powers when the damn thing blew up.
Her pocket started to vibrate and she almost jumped out of her skin, before surreptitiously sliding her phone out of her jeans and flipping it open behind the text book propped in front of her. The professor for this class was the most boring lecturer she’d ever had the displeasure of encountering, and she learned far more from her own studying than the class itself, leaving her with no guilt for ignoring him entirely.
Hey Cornball, guess what I did last night? Hint, it involves the Jell-O shots you never showed up for, and the hot guy who keeps ‘accidentally’ getting my mail. With the way he handled my slot, I think the government should make him an honorary postman.
Liz turned bright red and almost dropped the phone, a strangled noise escaping her throat that thankfully eluded the professor’s attention, although it earned her an odd look from a boy two seats over. It was so perfectly Ava to condense a guilt trip and a dirty mental image into one text. She quickly typed a reply back, cheeks still slightly flushed, partly in embarrassment, and partly in envy. Now that she knew what she’d been missing last year, remaining Ava’s celibate gal-pal was decidedly less enjoyable.
Sorry, fell asleep in the library and almost got locked in. Although it sounds like you should be thanking me for ditching you, dirty girl.
Her phone vibrated again almost immediately, and she opened the message to see not another text, but a nude picture of a very handsome young man, sound asleep on Ava’s purple silk comforter, making her choke again. Was the blonde trying to get her kicked out of class? Clearing her throat, she shot an innocent smile at the other students, and the professor who’d actually noticed the disturbance that time, and waited patiently until the lecture resumed before glancing back down at her phone and reading the text that had come in during the meantime.
Oh I definitely appreciate it. He’s making me breakfast right now, and since I hid his clothes, I think I’m going to use him as my plate. Luckily for me, I already got you a present, so I don’t owe you this time. Just promise to use the present wisely when it arrives and we’ll call the whole thing even. ; )
Liz grinned at first, another blush tinting her cheeks at the images her mind conjured based on the picture the other girl had sent, then frowned. When had Ava gotten her a present? And more important, knowing the blonde’s sense of humor, what had she gotten her? If it was a sex toy of any kind, Ava would get a first hand lesson in just how advanced Liz had gotten with her abilities. The blonde didn’t reply to the next two texts Liz sent her, so the brunette reluctantly turned her attention back to the teacher, knowing that the mystery, however unwanted, would be solved soon enough.
Her next class was far more interesting, and far more challenging, sending her tension headache spiraling to impressive new heights as she made her way across the quad, stopping for a coffee on her way back to her room, where she had a paper she wanted to polish one last time before her evening class. Living on campus might involve less privacy and space than she preferred, but the convenience given just how many classes she was taking, was too useful to give up.
She frowned when she reached her door and juggled her coffee and books for a moment in an attempt to free a hand. Why was there a male voice in her room? Her roommate, Tina, preferred girls, and was currently single anyways, and neither of them tended to bring friends back to their decidedly small living quarters. Finally freeing her right hand, she punched in the door code and pushed it open with her foot, her jaw dropping when she saw the tall and muscular body lounging on her bed, lips curled into a devilish smirk and caramel eyes glinting with amusement and desire.
“Rath?! What are you doing here?” She asked dumbfoundedly, barely noticing her roommate chuckling as the redhead gathered up her things and headed for the door.
“Didn’t Ava tell you, sweetness?” Rath drawled, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine as she gaped some more, then blushed, recalling Ava’s statement about sending her a present and using it wisely, and her own suspicions of a sex toy.
Coughing, she stared down into her coffee, mind and body temporarily frozen as she tried to reconcile her unexpectedly steamy summer, and her school mentality, now colliding in the same space. Tina snorted and hip checked her out of the doorway. “Well, I’m off to class, and I think I’ll be spending the night at a friend’s, so you two enjoy the privacy. It was delightful to meet you Rath, and please, make sure this girl spends her weekend engaging in wild debauchery instead of studying in the library.”
Liz’s head snapped up and she glared at her traitorous roommate, who merely laughed and left after chucking Liz on the chin, closing the door behind her and abandoning the brunette to a room that had never seemed smaller, thanks to Rath’s presence, both literal and figurative. The man in question rose to his feet, radiating confidence and sheer sexuality, making her mouth go dry as he stepped into her personal space and took her coffee and her books out of her hands, setting them on her desk and pushing her against the door, one hand settling on her hip and the other sliding into her hair as he tilted her head back so that she had to meet his gaze.
The tantalizing fire in his eyes made her knees go weak as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, lips brushing against hers teasingly until she whimpered and arched towards him, craving his heat. No longer gentle, he greedily ravaged her mouth, the kiss all tongue and teeth and unleashed passion that made her burn all the way down to her toes, and lasted until spots appeared behind her eyelids from lack of oxygen.
Reluctance in every line of his body, Rath pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, chuckling softly. “I guess you did miss me, kitten.”
Still floating in a lustful haze, Liz couldn’t even manage a blush at his suggestive tone, or the nickname that still made her tingle every time she heard it, even when other people brought it up in random conversations, a rather awkward reaction given how common the internet had made kitten pictures and videos. Rath’s fingers wandered up her ribcage, beneath her shirt, focusing her attention away from her nearly incoherent mental ramblings as his thumbs brushed the undersides of her silk covered breasts, making her sigh in appreciation.
“I definitely missed this.” She practically purred, once her befuddled mind had finally processed his words, and almost missed the faint flicker in his eyes as he chuckled again and leaned forward to nip at her bottom lip, the electric zing the faint pain sent into her bloodstream not quite enough to distract her from the unexpected glimpse at his emotions.
“I think Ava was wrong, I do owe her after this. You as a present far exceeds anything I’ve ever gotten her.” She added lightly, and felt a strange flicker of her own as his gaze intensified for a moment before he kissed her again, a fierce claiming of her mouth that had her moaning breathlessly and melting against him as molten heat rushed through her veins.
His tongue was curling against hers and his thumbs had moved up to caress her pebbled nipples, but despite the incredibly delicious sensations pulsing through her body, part of her brain couldn’t stop dissecting those flickers, his or hers. When had this, them, become more than just the most fun she’d ever had in a bed, or on a couch, or in the shower, or on the kitchen counter, or, wait, focus Liz – when had they started to care?
Her life didn’t have room for caring, didn’t have room for mind blowing sex either, not that she intended to protest that very much, okay, at all. But back to the point; after this already insanely hectic year, she’d be in law school, with an even tougher work load, and then, well that depended on a variety of things she’d been considering, and none of them included a, a whatever Rath was to her.
His mouth, his gloriously hot and talented mouth, had moved down to her pulse point, and somehow they’d both lost their shirts, possibly forever if alien powers had been involved, and as she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips and rocking helplessly against him in a frenzy of need, she realized that room or not, plan or not, he was already something to her, and a something that wasn’t going to go away, even if she’d wanted it to.