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 3

Fantasy Zan

The train rattles on its rails, shaking her body as it carries her homeward, but the vibration of the subway car is nothing compared to the tremors in the pit of Liz’s stomach.

Closing her eyes as she lifts a shaking hand to her swollen lips, Liz flushes involuntarily at the sensory memory of his touch. The glorious ache between her thighs is proof of the way that fantasy has become flesh, and desire has taken solid form.

Her eyes catch those of the woman sitting across from her whose gentle smirk makes her wonder to herself – is it that obvious? Do I look like a woman who has been ravished beyond her wildest dreams?

The train is practically empty at this early hour. Too early for most commuters and too late for late night revelers – now is the time for love’s nomads.

She had been slightly anxious when she arrived at his show last night. Had it all been a dream? Even though she saw him all the time in the light of day when he came in to the café for coffee trailed by the ever effusive Rath, seeing him on stage was a different, other worldly experience. Under the hot lights, it was Zan who was electric. Especially now, given her new intimate knowledge of his every sinew, every secret place hidden beneath leather and faded denim. Each movement was a reminder of the libidinal magic he could work on her under cover of darkness…in his bed, propped up on the bathroom counter, the kitchen table…

The usual crowd of screaming admirers were already in full force. Liz slid between their frantic dancing bodies, holding her secret close to her chest. I have felt this man inside me. I have collected his moans and swallowed his kisses whole. She marveled to herself as she moved through the crowd as if hypnotized, finding herself staring up at the stage. All her hesitancy evaporated when at last he saw her and she knew that it had been no dream. His eyes looked greedily upon her slight form as he continued to sing, to growl and chant in her direction. She could feel his words as well as his stare inject themselves into her as his voice called out to her, “I want you.”

She smiled up at him, knowing now that his words were true and that they were meant for her alone. They fell from his lips like a promise, no longer felt like any kind of threat. In his arms she had found her wildness released and now it could not be contained. But she didn’t care, didn’t want it stop; she couldn’t bear for these feelings to go back underground.

For a moment she forgot the crowd, lost touch with everything except for herself and the gorgeous man on stage and the heat unfurling between them.

Song after song, the whole set went by in a blur as her anticipation grew over the course of the night. Maria stayed with her after “the Screaming Aliens” had finished playing. They laughed and clinked beer glasses together and vaguely watched the next band as the boys packed up their gear. But Liz’s mind was elsewhere and thankfully, this time, Maria pretty much left her alone about her absentmindedness. Liz suspected that this might be because Maria was experiencing a preoccupation of her own with a certain swarthy drummer but whatever the reason she was thankful for the near absence of teasing.

However, despite having been so good all evening, Maria couldn’t help but get one little poke in as Liz got up to go to the bathroom just as things started to die down. Cocking an eyebrow and tossing her hair over the shoulder of her too-fabulous-for-this-world pink fake fur jacket, Maria caught Liz’s arm and simply said, “So I imagine I won’t need to be escorting you home this evening, huh Chica?”

Liz blushed and was on the verge of stammering when Maria answered her own question. “No worries babe. I’ll see you…when I see you.”

Liz smiled thankfully and took off for the bathroom.

Staring into the smudged mirror in the women’s room, Liz felt as though she could hardly recognize this woman whose face stared back at her from between the scratches and graffiti – her eyes glittered with expectancy of the exquisite indecencies to come and she felt…beautiful.

Working hard to collect herself, Liz opened the door and stepped into the hallway only to be ambushed immediately. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips firmly through the material of her short black skirt as his lips found their way to her neck. She sighed as she brought her arm up behind her to grip the back of his head, pushing him further into the carefully coifed chaos of her hair. Rivulets of desire cascaded through her as she felt his hot breath on her skin, his hardness pressing up against her insistently as he licked and sucked at her neck. She leaned her head to the side, eyes closed in pleasure as her gestures gave him all the permission he needed.

Still grasping her hips he swung her around to face him.

“I’ve been waiting for you Angel.”

Up close she could see how the slight sheen of sweat on his face made his cheekbones glisten under the dim red light emitted from the exit sign at the end of the hallway. She could taste his scent in the air in the way that you only can once you’ve become lovers. He brought a finger to her lips which she took into her mouth and bit playfully. He closed his eyes briefly as her teeth made contact with his skin, opening them wide the next second as he stepped even closer to her. Drunk on his scent and made brazen by the strength of her desire, Liz took the opportunity to lift her hands to his chest and push him against the wall. His breath caught in his throat as his back made impact with the concrete wall of the corridor. He grinned in response, his smile daring her to keep going.

Keeping her hands pressed against the muscled contours of his chest barely covered by the thin material of his T-shirt, Liz scanned his body with her eyes. She looked him up and down, making her lust apparent in a way that she never would have believed possible just a week before.

“See something you like?” His voice came out breathy and low.

Liz lifted an eyebrow at his teasing question, the force of her lips against his her only answer.

In her seat on the subway, Liz still feels the burn of his lips. She blinks, suddenly remembering where she is. She knows that she should feel tired; she has been up all night after all. But all she can feel is the lingering excitement pumping through her veins. Shifting in her seat, she feels as though she cannot contain all the feelings welling up inside her as she relives the evening’s encounters in vivid detail.

They had fucked up against the wall barely two steps inside his apartment, his pants in a pool of leather at his ankles, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She lifted her arms around his neck as he drove into her, feeling weightless as he held her up with those arms.

Liz feels her pulse escalating as she closes her eyes, remembering the chiseled lines of his wrists. Was there a part of his body that didn’t make her panties wet, she thinks to herself, incredulous. Those wrists, attached to those arms, the lines of his lower abdomen leading down…

She had come screaming his name smashed up against the wall in the entranceway to his home. Now, as the train hurtles along, she can feel that primal scream echoing in the moisture pooling between her legs as she thinks about it. Her inner walls contract, feeling the absence of his cock.

All night their passions raged on, proving that this was no one night thing – this was a full fledged inferno of sexual obsession.

They finally made it to the bed after spending some time on the floor in the living room before getting caught in the hallway on their way to the bedroom.

As they fell onto the bed, Zan caught her up in his arms once again, kissing her slowly this time, his tongue tasting her lips. As he moved his head away from hers he lifted a hand to her hair, threading his calloused fingers through the soft layers. Liz gazed at him entranced, watching as his eyes roamed from where his hands were touching her hair back to meet her eyes. A look of wonder crossed his face as he said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”

There was something about the tenderness in his voice juxtaposed with the forcefulness of the way that he had just fucked her that made her heart contract. Here was a man who didn’t think that she would break, who knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure, yet also looked at her so reverently it seemed to consecrate the unholy way that their bodies burned for one another.

Liz shivers as she recalls the way that he had slowly undressed her, his eyes ravenously taking in each newly exposed part of her body as it came into his line of sight. He stripped off her top and buried his face in her chest, his tongue moving deliciously over the soft swell of her breast. It seemed like forever until he finally made contact with her already hardened nipple under the satin casing of her bra. He lingered there before lifting a hand behind her back to unhook her bra. When her breasts were freed from their binding he began to suckle her in earnest, looking into her eyes as his mouth nipped and teased. She let out a moan that felt like it was erupting from her soul.

Responding to the obvious need in her voice, Zan hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her skirt, pulling it down with one hard yank. She lay there trembling with need, wearing nothing but her panties and the pair of fuck me heels she had plundered from Maria’s closet for the occasion. Zan smiled seductively as he moved his head down to kiss the sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh. Her uncontrollable trembling told him exactly what to do so he pulled her panties off, balled them up in his hand, smirking as he looked at the crunched up wad of red silk in his hand before tossing it aside. He dipped a lone finger into her opening, using the moisture he found there to lubricate her clit, moving his fingertip in expert circles.

Liz thrust her head back, calling out to him, “Zan, I need to see you too.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said in an amused yet aroused tone.

He proceeded to stand up, leaving her lying there watching him from the bed as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head. He looked up at her with a teasing expression on his face as his hands moved to his already open belt buckle, stopping there for a long moment until he heard her call out once again.

“I want you now Zan. Stop toying with me.”

“Don’t worry Angel. I’m coming to you.” He pulling his belt through the loops with a snap and his pants once again cascaded to the floor. He wriggled out of them quickly and gracefully, freeing himself from his boxers as he climbed back onto the bed where she was waiting.

Liz’s mind focuses on the way it felt to have him slide into her, filling her to the hilt. In spite of herself, she feels her breath quickening and her inner walls contract once more. Practically involuntarily she squeezes them around his phantom cock, feeling a jolt of pleasure shock her system as she does.

In her mind’s eye, he is fucking her into oblivion. The strength of the memory is so great that her body continues to react. She can practically feel his warm breath against her shoulder and his weight against her body. She can feel him pushing into her through the walls of her fantasy.

Pleasure rockets through her entire body as her walls pulse and squeeze in on themselves leaving her breathless and in shock.

Jesus Christ, she thinks to herself as the train comes to a screeching halt. He gets me off even when he’s not here.

No, this is no one time thing – this affair has changed her…for good.


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