I Want You

Author: femmenerd
Title: “I Want You”
Pairing: Zan/Liz
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Roswell is not mine.
Summary: Zan is the lead singer and guitarist of “the Screaming Aliens” and the object of many people’s desire. But all he really wants is Liz Parker. But will she allow herself to put aside her fears and give in to temptation?

Part 2

No Sleep for the Wicked

Even while sleeping soundly Zan seemed to pulse with energy, glowing with an erotic force that Liz thought might be able to power the entire city if need be.

Her eyes slid over his slumbering form, feasting on every glorious inch of him. She couldn’t sleep she was too wound up, energized by the transformation deep with her that his touch had inspired. Her blood was still boiling from their passionate couplings; long into the night the fire had raged…

She watched his sculpted chest rise and fall with each heavy breath that he took. He was lying on his back with one arm behind his head, bringing the taut muscles of his bicep clearly into her view. The black fabric of the sheets wrapped around his lower body seeming to caress the toned lines of his lower abdomen, leading down…

Liz couldn’t believe that she had waited so long for this. Knowing what she did now, how could she have held back? Ever since they first met all those weeks ago, it had been like an alarm was ringing inside her body every time they saw each other.

She had been waiting patiently for Maria back stage, like the ever dutiful best friend that she was. It had been Maria’s first real gig since they had come to the city and they had both been wrapped up in the excitement ever since Maria found out that her band would be opening for “the Screaming Aliens.” Liz had been so proud of Maria that night. Despite the serious case of nerves that had attacked her before the show, Maria had overcome her anxiety and given the performance of her life. Singing her heart out, Maria had managed to entrance everyone that night, accomplishing the difficult task of getting the crowd to pay attention to an opening band, especially considering the enormous popularity of “the Screaming Aliens.”

Fiddling with her hair as she waited on the couch in the back room, Liz wondered what the hell was taking Maria so long. She couldn’t wait to celebrate with her friend. It was one of the things that she treasured the most about their friendship – the way that they both supported one another’s various endeavors. Liz smiled. Maria even managed to be enthusiastic when Liz talked about her work in the lab. Even though science was Liz’s passion, she was aware of the fact that it was not exactly the most exhilarating topic for the majority of people. But Maria always listened patiently and when Liz had won an award for being the top chemistry student at Columbia you would have thought that it was Maria who was receiving the honor – she was that excited for Liz.

Liz looked down at her watch. Where was that crazy girl?

At first she didn’t notice him come into the room. But then she heard a rustle by the door and looked up only to find herself up close and personal with the most beautiful man that she had ever seen leaning against the wall and staring at her with those electric eyes. In Liz’s view he was an exotic creature…NOT at all like the kind of guys she was used to growing up in little old Roswell, New Mexico. Kyle Valenti he definitely was not. Her high school boyfriend had been handsome to be sure, but this man was smoking hot in a way that hinted at dangerous pleasures she couldn’t even fully imagine. Watching him on stage that night she had tried to resist being swept along with the tide of female adoration but found it impossible to resist. The way he moved on stage was magnetic – Liz couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“What’s up beautiful? You waiting for me?” his speaking voice came out scratchy yet melodic, maddeningly self assured. His low tones reverberated through her body, vibrating in her secret regions.

Liz felt tongue tied, confused. “I…”

Before Liz had a chance to fumble at a retort, Maria bust through the door in a full blaze of diva glory.

“You know you want it Rath. Just admit it. I know it. You know it. But it ain’t gonna happen for ya buddy.” Maria was laughing hysterically as she sashayed into the room. She was glowing from her success, a beer in her hand and a silly grin on her face.

A tall, broad-shouldered punk with a sandy Mohawk stumbled in after Maria who Liz recognized as the drummer for “the Screaming Aliens.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Deluca,” he growled.

“Sweetie!” Maria exclaimed as she saw Liz, coming over to wrap her arms around Liz. “There’s my best girl.”

Raising her beer in the air Maria shouted animatedly in the Rath’s general direction. “Whatever Rath. This here is my date for the evening so I’m sorry but you’re just going to have to cry yourself to sleep…again. This, boys, is my girl Liz, the brightest star in Columbia’s premed department. She’s too good for the lot of you.”

Maria wasn’t sloppy drunk, but she definitely had a buzz going, not just from the beer but also from her triumphant turn on the stage that evening.

Liz blushed at her friend’s remarks, still feeling Zan’s eyes burning into her despite the commotion that was Hurricane Maria.

“Nice to meet ya Liz. Make sure you get your crazy friend home safely. I think she’s having hallucinations or some shit,” Rath said with an amused tone.

Maria stuck her tongue out at him, tossing her long blonde hair flirtatiously.

Rath punched Zan in the arm lightly. “Hey Zan, get your ass in gear. We gotta go help the guys pack up the gear. I’ll see you later Roswell…in your fantasies.”

“Ya, OK dude. Chill.” Zan reluctantly removed his eyes from Liz as he and Rath headed for the door. On his way out, Zan turned around. “Nice work there Maria. Seriously, you rocked.” Then he shifted his gaze to Liz, smirking just the tiniest bit. “Nice to meet ya Angel. I’ll be seeing you.” And they were gone, leaving just the echoing sound of their heavy boots stomping in their wake.

Once the boys were safely out of earshot Maria turned to Liz and let out an ecstatic moan. “Oh my god Liz. Can you believe it? Me, Maria Deluca, singing on stage at a sold out show. It’s too much, isn’t it? Now tell me honestly, how was it?”

Liz smiled indulgently at her friend. “You were amazing hon. Really. And I’m not just saying that ‘cause I’m your best friend. You brought down the house. Now, tell me, what the hell was that just now?” Liz cocked a knowing eyebrow at Maria.

“Oh that, with Rath? I just like to taunt him. He’s just so easy to tease.”

“Sure. Sure.” Liz smiled at Maria, knowing there was more to the story that would come out in time. But in the meantime, she couldn’t stop thinking about the enigmatic lead singer and his mysterious last words.

*********

And see him again she did. Frequently in fact. After that night he and Rath took to coming to the coffee shop where both Liz and Maria worked nearly every day. While Rath and Maria flirted and traded barbs, Zan proceeded to worm his way deeper and deeper into Liz’s subconscious with each visit.

When he asked for a cup of coffee it sounded like a proposition and Liz found herself having trouble keeping her hand steady as she poured his coffee. Black, lots of sugar.

He was so straight forward it unnerved her. And when he spoke his voice gave her chills. Perhaps the weirdest thing was how she found herself telling him things she never would have expected she would say to anyone. When he asked about her studies, she found herself spilling forth about her most longed for ambitions. And when the subject was family she unloaded about all of her grief for her grandmother’s death that she hadn’t even shared with Maria. There was just something about the steadiness of his gaze that made her brave, well at least about that kind of thing.

She still fought the undeniable attraction between them. If she told him some of her most guarded secrets in casual conversation then what the hell would happen if she slept with him; what would be revealed?

The raw nakedness of her desire. That’s what had frightened her, Liz decided as she came back to the present.

Lying there watching him sleep she was inundated with his scent, musky yet sweet, overpowering her senses. Liz shifted a bit in frustration. How could she still want him after the night they had had? But then she had been waiting for this, maybe she hadn’t been willing to admit it to herself but she had been.

Slowly, hesitantly, Liz began to touch herself, slipping a finger down to her pussy, feeling it slick with desire once again. Lying flushed and naked in Zan’s bed, Liz felt more open and brazen than she ever had before.

She closed her eyes as she continued her erotic ministrations. Her mind flooded with images, sensory fragments of the way he had fucked her so completely just hours before. Her breath caught in her throat as she picked up her pace, increasing the pressure on her clit as she breathed in his nearness.

It wasn’t the first time that she had stroked herself with Zan on the brain. Since they met that night at the show, her fantasy lovers had all eventually worn Zan’s face, even if she tried to think about something or someone else as she got herself off in the privacy of her own room. And it was Zan’s voice that echoed in her mind as she came, over and over, thinking of him the entire time.

Liz felt herself grow warmer as she came closer and closer to the edge. She opened her eyes once again to look at him and was surprised to find him awake, gazing at her intently.

She knew she should be embarrassed but the way he was looking at her just turned her on more. So she didn’t stop touching herself, seeing his eyes drift down hungrily.

“You are so fucking hot Liz,” he whispered. “You turn me on more than anyone ever has before.”

She moaned, somehow knowing that he meant it, and it wasn’t just because of the way that his swollen cock was making a tent in the sheets.

He moved closer, bringing his lips to her ear. “I want to see you get yourself off. There is nothing more beautiful than your face when you come.”

His words alone nearly brought her to orgasm. She looked into his golden eyes as she began to shudder with pleasure. As she came, the rhythmic waves of her orgasm ripped through her with almost unprecedented intensity, leaving her breathless and shaking under his gaze.

She lay back on the pillow as he covered her mouth with his sensual lips, teasing her tongue with his.

Abruptly she broke off the kiss as a wicked grin spread across her delicate features. She pushed him onto his back, climbing over to straddle him, feeling her juices wet his cock as she rubbed against him teasingly. Then she draped her hair across his chest to tickle him before moving her mouth down to take his nipple into her mouth. She laved it with her tongue before grasping his silver nipple ring in between her teeth, pulling lightly until he moaned with pleasure. Slowly she moved her attentions southward, nipping and kissing the flesh of his rippled abdomen on her descent.

She kissed the inside of his thighs as she grasped onto his hard cock firmly with her hand.

“God Liz,” he moaned. Her name on his lips was music to her ears as she took her tongue to his dick, licking from base to tip, slightly tasting herself on him from before. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis, enjoying how his body reacted to her, tasting his precum on her lips.

“What do you want Zan?” she asked teasingly, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“I want to feel your beautiful lips around my cock,” his voice sounded ragged, almost desperate with need yet still somehow strong even in the heat of his raging desire.

She took all of him into her mouth, sucking strongly. She could feel his hands shake as he stroked his fingers gently through her hair. She felt a tremendous surge of power, knowing that she had him at her mercy - he wanted her so much. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock like an ice cream cone, looking up to see him throw his head back, lost to his passion. She formed a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down as she took all of him in her mouth.

Sucking cock hadn’t always been her favorite activity but with Zan it was different. She got off on his pleasure and the knowledge that she could make this tough, gorgeous man helpless to his own desire…for her.

As it became clear that he was headed straight for the abyss Liz snaked her hand around to put pressure on the sensitive spot behind his balls and Zan came, growling her name as his hot seed spurted into her mouth. She swallowed, feeling very self satisfied.

“Holy shit Liz. That’s all I can say.” Zan panted, pulling her up into his arms, wrapping them around her as he kissed her passionately.

“You’re full of surprises Angel. I think that fucking you might be my calling.”

Liz smiled as she rested her head against his chest, feeling his pounding heart beat against her cheek. She hoped so.