Author: Zanssoulmate08
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Nothing (except for the sexual fantasies I have about Zan) belongs to me. Roswell is owned by the brillant Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. "Fever" is sung by Eva Cassidy and as far as I know, belongs to her.
Summary: It's been three months since Zan and Liz have seen one another and Liz can't seem to stop dreaming about him.
A/N: This is the sequel to my fic You're Beautiful
3 months later...
Never know how much I love you, you never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a feeling that I just can't bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.
I can feel Zan inside of me. That hard, thick length of him pounding relentlessly into my body. I can't help the throaty moans that keep coming out of my mouth, and as I feel myself shatter into a million pieces, Zan swallows my screams before following me over the edge.
I wake up, sweaty and panting beside my husband.
Bless my soul I love you, take this heart away
Take these arms I never use them
And just believe what my lips have to say
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night
"Did you have another nightmare?" Max mumbles sleepily beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You feel a little warm," he murmers, "Do you have a fever?" He presses his lips to my forehead to check and I pull away. I can't stand to have him touch me when I can still feel Zan's warmth inside of me.
"I'm gonna take a walk, the cold air will do me good." I assure him, pulling on a pair of jeans and a black sweater.
"Baby, it's four-thirty in the morning. I've gotta get to work in an hour and you've got dance practice tonight. We won't see each other until tomorrow. Come back to bed." He's already half asleep and feeling guilty, I kiss him lightly on the cheek, "I'll call you before practice." I promise, slipping out the bedroom door, and making my way out of the apartment.
Bless my soul I love you, take this heart away
Take these arms I never use them
And just believe what my lips have to say
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night
The cold air does feel good, but it does nothing to cool me down. I head for Chinatown, making my way through an empty alley and taking comfort in the fact that if push comes to shove, I can blast anyone who tries to mess with me.
"Angel?" A gruff voice behind me asks in shock. "What are ya doin heres alone? Ain't Evans takin propa care 'o yas?" He asks sharply, his voice posessive and clearly unhappy with the idea of Max anywhere near me.
"I needed to see you." I tell him, shocked to realize that it's the truth. I could feel him calling to me, making my body ache and burn for him. "I needed to make love to you." I whisper, leaning my body against his, and nipping lightly at his ear.
I can feel him harden against my stomach and his voice comes out hoarse, "This ain't a good idea Angel." he whispers into my air.
"On the contrary, Zan. It's a very good idea." I lean against the wall and draw him towards me. "My name is Liz, by the way. I wanna hear you scream it when you come."
He loses all control then, unzipping our jeans and lifting me up so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. I moan in ecstacy when he thrusts his hips, driving himself deep inside of me. This is what I've been waiting for. All my life, this is what I've needed.
The sun lights up the daytime, the moon lights up at night
My eyes light up when you call my name,
Because I know you're gonna treat me right
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.
You give me fever, you give me fever, oh yeah,
Fever all through the night
Our mutual grunts are drowned out by the sounds of the city waking up. The sun's beginning to rise, and I can see Zan's face clearly before my vision begins to blur with passion. "Say yo mine Liz." He growls in my ear, somehow driving his thick cock deeper inside of me, "Say yo only mine. That no otha man eva has 'o eva will take you this way." His voice is growing desperate and I can feel his smooth movements become jerky.
"Only you." I pant, mindless with pleasure, "Always you... No...one...else... Oh God, Zan!" The orgasm hits me in a powerful wave and my body covulses as I scream his name to the heavens.
"Fuck, Liz!" Zan finds my mouth with his, his tongue echoing what our bodies are doing so perfectly. With one final thrust, he spills his hot seed inside of me. He leans his forehead against mine and holds me to him, reluctant to pull away. I pull air into my lungs, trying to stop gasping so I can express what I'm feeling for him.
"He'll neva be able to do this ta you, Liz. Yo mine now, mind, body, 'n soul." He tells me softly before I can get the words out.
I kiss him firmly on the lips and look deep into the hazel eyes that are so very much like my husband's, but at the same time so completely different, "You forgot heart, Zan." I tell him gently, smiling at the look of wonder on his handsome face, "My heart belongs to you, too." I kiss him again and lean my head against his strong shoulder, "You give me fever."
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A/N: The next story in the series "Just Friends" will be up in a couple of weeks!
-Sarah
