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Title: Taken
Author: jake17
Pairing: L/Z
Disclaimer: I don't own anything roswell
Rating: Adult
Summary: Liz is married to a very conservative Max Evan's who wants his wife to become someone she can't possibly be, what happens when his cousin Zan comes to town and falls for the woman she already is...
Chapter 1.
It’s seven thirty in the morning and already I’m apologizing.
As I dump his burnt toast and bitter coffee down the garbage disposal I hear him faintly calling for me outside.
Damn I forgot his briefcase.
Blowing my hair out of my face I rush to bring Max his briefcase as he calls for me incessantly from his extravagant brand new Mercedes, something I would be extremely uncomfortable driving.
“Liz, I’ve got to go, I have a meeting at eight!”
“Sorry, I ran as fast as I could.”
He looks up at me frustrated as he throws it on the seat next to him.
“Don’t forget to pick up the dry cleaning and call the plumber for the down stairs bathroom.”
I nod as I lean in to try and get a kiss from my husband of five years.
“Come on Liz I told you I was late!”
“Sorry Max, have a -
I manage to get out half of my sentence before the window rolls up and he is backing out of the driveway.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother talking at all.
Looking down at my clothes I can’t say that I blame him, sweatpants and his college tee shirt isn’t exactly sexy I guess. Not that it would matter, I can’t remember the last time he actually looked at me.
As I put my hand on the doorknob I hear my neighbor next door and sigh. I don’t even want to look. Shelby Carter has made my life a living hell ever since she and her perfect husband Clark Carter moved in two years ago.
Shelby is of course the head of the PTA at her daughter's school, which she does in her spare time between working as a successful lawyer and exercising religiously. Have I mentioned that her house always looks like a museum and a magnificent dinner is served promptly at six thirty every night?
And just in case I forget any of Shelby’s amazing qualities Max is right there to remind me of them.
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Nighttime has fallen over our little house and no one is happy.
A spark of hope runs through me as I wonder if my husband is actually going to touch me tonight.
Getting under the covers I snuggle up to him only to get literally pushed away.
“Liz come on I’m exhausted.”
I move away and pull the covers up to my chin. I thought men always wanted sex. It’s been two months since Max and I had made love, although I wouldn’t call the absence of foreplay and two minutes of grunting making love.
“You forgot the dry cleaning Liz.”
I turn over and stare at the crack of light coming from the bathroom. I’m not sure if I have ever felt so alone.
“Max can we talk?”
I look over to see him completely on the other side of the bed facing the wall. I can almost feel his frustration at my request.
“About what.”
“About us.”
“Liz is almost midnight, I have a freaking headache from working all damn day and now thanks to you I have to get to the dry cleaners before work tomorrow. What exactly do you want to talk about?”
“Nothing, forget it.”
As I lay in bed I realize I’m just wasting my breath, it’s not like we haven’t had this conversation a million times. I have seen the women that he works with, women like Shelby Carter. I know that deep inside he wishes I was just like them. Women who manage to bring home a big paycheck and still deliver an elegant dinner party at the end of the day. Women that were the complete opposite of me.
Familiar tears fill my eyes as I drift off to sleep speculating on how long it’s been since I’ve actually been kissed… funny I can’t even remember.
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It’s Friday morning; I have a list of errands in my hand and a job interview in an hour and my car is dead.
“No not today!”
Finally the car starts but the sound it’s making is extremely disturbing.
Grabbing my cell I call my husband who yells at me for wasting his valuable time.
“God Liz can’t you handle anything on your own? Take the car to the garage, Uncle Lou will take care of it.”
“Sorry Max I didn’t mean to bother you I just … well I wasn’t sure-
“Are we done here Liz I’ve got someone on the other line.”
“Yeah we’re done sor-
I stare at the phone hearing the stark sound of the dial tone and stare at the check engine light that is blinking at me like flashing failure sign.
As I pull up to the garage I audibly groan. I hate coming here. Larry is a filthy man in his sixties who’s always scratching himself and humming. It's hard to believe he's related to someone as clean cut and reserved as Max.
Timidly I walk threw the door and I’m immediately attacked by biggest dog I have ever seen in my life.
I scream as the large black dog that I’m expecting to rip my head off drops a wet ball by my feet and leans up against my chest.
I jump again as I hear a deep husky voice cross the room.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.”
Looking around the corner I see a muscular tattooed arm resting on the front of an old rusted car. The hood of the car is blocking the rest of him, which forces me to walk closer.
“Sam!”
Instantly the dog jumps down and runs towards him with his tail wagging a million miles a minute.
I stare with great curiosity as he slams the hood down revealing to himself to me for the first time. Stumbling backwards a little I loose my footing as I gaze up at this man that is shockingly beautiful and extremely familiar.
I’m rendered speechless as I stare at what could be the twin of my husband in total disbelief.
“Well that explains it.”
Swallowing hard I search for my voice as my eyes travel over every inch of him.
“W-What?”
“Sam has very good taste.”
I stutter as my face turns bright red from his unexpected complement.
“W-Who are you?”
He cocks his head to the side, as he looks me up and down making me blush even brighter. Pulling out a red rag from his pocket he wipes the grease off his hands and approaches me.
His voice is low and sensual and very deliberate. I can tell he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me as his mouth curves up to one side.
“I forgot we’ve never actually met. I’m Zan your cousin, well actually your husbands cousin.”
“Oh I-I’m sorry, I’m-
“Liz. Yeah I’ve seen pictures of you before.”
I’m completely stuck at how similar but completely different they are. The seconds seem like forever as we stare just a little too long at each other.
“Larry’s away,” His eyes lock with mine and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. “Is there something I can help you with?”
I proceed to tell him about my car and the noise but all I can think about is how incredible he smells and how hot it suddenly has gotten.
He takes a step towards me and I back away worried that he can see right through me.
I can hear my unsteady breath as he walks close to me. Brushing his body against me he reaches his hand around my waist and stares at my lips that are trembling slightly from the intensity of his gaze.
He's nothing like my husband at all.
Looking up into his beautiful amber eyes I anxiously put my hand against his chest not understanding his motives.
He gives me a wide grin as the front of the garage rises up into the air.
“You were leaning against the button.”
“Right, sorry I –
“I didn’t say I didn’t like your hands on me.”
I bite my lip as his hand covers mine and holds it against his chest.
“There’s no need to apologize.”
“Right, sorry.”
Shaking my head I just realized that I apologized again. Why am I acting like I’m sixteen?
“Why don’t you give your keys so I can take a look.”
Awkwardly I pull my keys from my pocket and stare back at the ground.
After a few failed attempts at starting my car he walks back to me.
“You’re going to have to leave it here.”
“Oh.”
Spotting Shelby at a convenience store across the street I think quickly to myself that I could get a ride home with her.
This thought stays with me until she drives away.
I watch him closely as he grabs a coat off a hook by the door and motions for me to follow.
I walk around the back of the garage to find him holding the door of an old Ford truck open for me.
“It’s going to take a while, I think I should drive you home.”
Nodding slowly I begin to shake again as I walk towards his truck. He watches me closely as he leans against the door. As I try and step up to get into his truck my foot slips, instantly I am in his arms. Slipping onto the seat I feel a shiver run through me as he moves close to my ear and whispers softly.
“Careful Liz.”
I repeat the words to myself as we silently drive down the road.
Careful Liz.
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