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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L ~ mature) Pt10 7/21

Post by RoswellOracle » Wed Aug 12, 2009 3:31 pm

Thanks for the feedback guys!!! Here is the next part!



Part 11


Zan pulled his hand through his hair as he paced through the training room. So many thoughts were rushing through his head about what had just happened on Liz’s balcony, and he was trying to make sense of them.

What he’d heard Max and Liz discussing had really confused him. Max and Liz used to be together, but they weren’t any more and it seemed to be because of Tess.

It was clear that Max still wanted Liz, but Liz kept denying him and telling him he had to be with Tess. She had sounded almost panicked that Tess would leave town if Max wasn’t with her.

He just didn’t understand. Why would Liz care if Tess left? Why would she be pushing Max to be with another woman?

He’d never really paid attention to Tess. Of the Roswell hybrids she was the least important to him, but maybe he’d discounted her too soon. She seemed to have power over both Max and Liz. Maybe she was threatening them.

Tomorrow he would definitely ask Liz what was going on.

He felt a jolt in his gut. Liz.

The kiss they’d shared had been so sweet that it would have been worth Max punching him in the face.

Zan sighed. It seemed that Liz was still in love with Max, but there was no doubt in his mind that she was interested in him too. He’d felt the struggle inside her, and she’d finally given in to her desire and kissed him. It was burned into his mind.

He’d never forget the way her lips had felt against his, the weight of her hands as they rested on his chest, or the way her body had pressed into him.

But he’d told Max the truth. He’d had no idea that Max loved Liz, and he would never come between them. Not only did he need their help, but he wanted their friendship, and it just wasn’t honorable.

Plus, he knew exactly how Max felt. They both loved Liz, and she wasn’t with either of them. And if Max shared one tenth of the connection with Liz that he did, Max was in a lot of pain.

Zan imagined it was a lot worse for Max. After all Max had been in a relationship with Liz. Max had known the happiness of being with her, of having her love, and it had all been taken away.

With a wave of his hand, Zan turned a folding chair into a padded armchair and threw himself into it.

The connection, he thought. How could he possibly have a connection with her?

It didn’t make any sense.

He’d never met her, never connected with her, but he’d felt it the first time he’d seen her, and even stranger, Liz had felt it too.

It was impossible, but that was why he was still convinced they were meant to be together.

He had never expected to find someone he would love instantly, much less someone he could share a connection with.

It was also why he had to be careful around Liz. After their kiss, he wanted her more than ever, and now he had to fight every instinct he had not to give into temptation.


After Max left her balcony, Liz cried quietly for a while, finally giving into the overwhelming feelings surging through her. She felt broken inside, guilty, empty, hopeless.

There was no solution. She could see that now. Max would never be with Tess, but he couldn’t be with her either. She couldn’t allow anything to develop between them again and risk Tess leaving.

Somewhere inside, she realized she’d held onto some hope that someday she and Max could be together again, but now she had to let it go. She had to accept that she’d never be with him and never be happy.

She also had to deal with her feelings for Zan.

Since he’d come to town she’d denied that she had feelings for him, insisting it was just leftover feelings for Max. But she couldn’t lie to herself any more.

When Zan had come to her balcony and confessed his feelings, he’d stirred something inside her that she had only ever felt with Max.

She would have said it impossible that she could have anything close to what she felt for Max with anyone else, but it was happening.

In a way it made sense, she guessed. It was like Maria said. Max and Zan were made from the same man, they both had a lot of similarities. In hindsight, she should have predicted it.

Raising her hand to her lips, she couldn’t believe they still tingled from when Zan had kissed her.

He’d definitely taken her by surprise with his confession of his feelings and the kiss. Otherwise she would have never let him.

Liz groaned. She couldn’t believe she’d kissed him back.

She felt so guilty because not only had she responded to him, but she’d liked it. And then Max had seen them.

Her stomach turned at the thought that she’d caused Max more pain. Poor Max had never done anything but love her, and all it had gotten him was heartache. He deserved so much better. He deserved love and happiness, and so did Zan, but neither of them would ever find it with her.


Kyle glanced at Ava beside him in the car where she was still talking about the movie they had just seen. He smiled. They had only been out three times but he’d never been happier, never felt more connected to anyone.

It amazed him how many things they had in common, like their taste in movies. They were just driving home from the theater where they’d seen a horror movie, and it had been Ava’s choice. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t had to practically drag a girl to a scary movie.

And it wasn’t just their taste in films that attracted him to her.

Ava was beautiful, sexy, and she was fun to be with. Kyle couldn’t believe his luck that she was into him. He just hoped he didn’t do anything to screw it up.

He still couldn’t believe that Zan wasn’t into her. What wasn’t to like? But like Max, Zan wasn’t interested in his former wife, and Kyle wasn’t going to question his luck.

Within a few minutes they arrived at her place. Kyle pulled his car into the lot and shut off the motor, turning to Ava.

“And I just loved when the guy jumped out and cut off the monster’s head,” she said enthusiastically.

Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was animated as she talked and her face shone with happiness. He thought she’d never looked so beautiful. His heart pounded. He wanted her so much, but he didn’t want to go too fast. Sure he’d been out with girls that would give it up on the first date, but he wanted so much more than that from Ava.

“Me too,” he agreed, and then rushed on nervously. “The special effects were great.”

Ava giggled. “Yeah, all the blood and guts, and the monsters looked so real. You could see the scales and bumps on the skin…”

Suddenly Kyle couldn’t wait any longer and he reached out, taking her face in his hands, and kissed her.

He could tell she was surprised, but she kissed him back, and when her hands twined into his hair, all of his nervousness left him. She wanted him too.

Ava smiled as she kissed Kyle. She’d been hoping he’d make a move when they got to her place, or she was going to do it herself.

It’s not like she knew anything about dating. She’d never dated anyone, even Zan. From the time they were little they knew they were supposed to be together, so they had never really been on a date.

But she thought three dates was more than enough before a first kiss. She suspected Kyle was trying to take things between them slowly, and she appreciated that he was interested in more than a physical relationship. But she wanted him.

She had certainly never expected to have those feelings for anyone except Zan. And she would have said it was impossible to feel so strongly for anyone so soon after Zan had told her he didn’t want to be with her, but she did.

And the strangest part was that the feelings she had for Kyle were already stronger than anything she had felt for Zan. She’d thought she was in love with him for years, but now she could see that it just wasn’t true. Maybe she’d thought she was supposed to love Zan, so she’d just convinced herself that she was in love.

But Zan hadn’t listened to the destiny propaganda. He’d followed his own heart and found love, and now she was doing the same thing.

The thoughts flicked through her head in a second, and then she turned her entire attention to the kiss with Kyle.

He was a good kisser, practiced, she thought, but he was gentle. A soft moan escaped her, and she flicked her tongue across his lips, inviting him in. He groaned, sounding strained, and suddenly his control seemed to break. His kisses turned hungry, and his arms wound around her, pulling her to him.

Suddenly he released her, sitting back. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. It’s too soon.”

Ava smiled. “I’m not sorry,” she said, just as breathlessly. “I’ve been waiting for you to do it.”

“You have?” he asked incredulously.

She nodded, and cocked her head to one side, playfully. “You’re cute when you don’t know what to say.”

Leaning in she quickly kissed him again. “I like you Kyle,” she said softly, “I like you a lot.”

He nodded. “I like you too, and I think we could have something, so I don’t want to go too fast.”

Ava shook her head. “Who says going slow is any guarantee of a good relationship?” she purred. “I think we should get to know each other much better.”

He would have never thought that he would stall when a woman offered him more. “But…”

She laughed again. “I’m not saying I’ll sleep with you on our next date, but I definitely think we should be alone.”

He nodded again, his mind on overload. Ava wanted to sleep with him. “Um, sure,” he said, trying to get his brain to work. “Right, somewhere alone.”

“Maybe I can get Zan to leave,” Ava mused. “I’ll tell him I’m bringing you over.”

“No!” Kyle burst out, and then lowered his voice immediately. “No,” he said quickly, trying to picture Zan’s reaction to her request. “My Dad is working the night shift on Tuesday, so we’ll have my house all to ourselves.”

Ava smiled approvingly. “It’s a date then.”

“Yeah,” he agreed a little breathlessly. He couldn’t believe how fast things were happening, but he liked it.

He reached out touching her cheek. “You’re certainly different than any other girl I’ve dated.”

“That’s okay, right?” she teased.

“Oh yeah,” he said seriously, and kissed her again.

The kiss lasted longer than the first and by the time they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily.

Ava gathered her things. “See you Tuesday,” she said.

Kyle watched her get out the car and go inside. Normally he would have walked her to the door, but his very obvious erection made him stay put.

He still couldn’t believe that she wanted more so quickly. But like Tess, Ava seemed to have a much more casual attitude about sex than any human women he knew. Putting the car in reverse, he started making plans; romantic movie, flowers, delivery Chinese, maybe candles, check the condom supply. He wanted the evening to be perfect, and he was going to be prepared for anything.

Ava closed the door smiling and practically hopped up the stairs. She knew she was moving fast, but she really didn’t believe in wasting time. She wanted Kyle, and she knew he wanted her, so what was the point in waiting?

She stopped in the doorway of the small living room, where Zan was lounging on the sofa, watching TV.

“You’re back early,” he said, looking up at her. His eyes traveled over her face, taking in her smile. “You look happy. So you like this guy? Is he treating you right?”

Ava’s smile widened. It was funny to see Zan in protective mode. “Yeah, I do like him, and he’s okay, Zan.”

He nodded. “I just have to make sure,” he said seriously. “You deserve a good man who will treat you right.”

“And what would you do if he wasn’t?” she teased.

“I’d kick his human ass,” Zan said, with a raised eyebrow, “the old-fashioned way.”

Ava’s voice lowered almost to a whisper. “And what if I’m in love?”

Zan sat up straight. “Are you?”

She nodded almost imperceptivity. “I think so,” she said softly.

“Ava, that’s great,” he said, getting up and crossing to her. He hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Looks like coming to Roswell was good for both of us,” she said, hugging him back. “We both found love.”

Zan didn’t want to talk about his disappointment with Liz, and simply nodded. “You’re absolutely right.”


Rath pressed buttons furiously as he guided the ninja on the screen, jumping, slicing with his sword. Holding the controller out before him, he leaned and twisted it as if the added body-English would translate to the character he was playing.

Hearing a noise he glanced up briefly to see Lonnie coming down the tunnel toward him, and then turned his attention back to his game.

“Yo,” he called out in a greeting, still pressing buttons. “How’s the scrub?”

Lonnie slung herself onto the sofa next to him. “Still annoying, still keeping his mouth shut about what he is really doing.”

Rath leaned the other direction as his character continued the attack. “He didn’t give it up when he saw your spectacular body?”

Lonnie rolled her eyes. “I’m not sleeping with him.”

“Why the hell not?” Rath demanded, his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Well,” Lonnie explained, “if I give him the goods, then I have nothing to tempt him with.”

Rath tossed the controller aside, focusing on Lonnie. “He hasn’t given you anything?”

“No,” Lonnie said, “like I already told you. He hasn’t said shit.” She shrugged. “But it hasn’t been that long, maybe he isn’t sure if he can trust me yet.”

Rath nodded. “Maybe, but we’re not just going to sit on our asses while this conference happens around us. We’re going to make sure that we get what we want.”

He snorted, “And we’ve gotta do it before Zan comes back. We can’t risk sneaking around meeting Nicholas with him here.” He met Lonnie’s eyes, “When is that brother of yours coming back?”

Lonnie shrugged. “How should I know? He didn’t say exactly, just before the conference.”

“Great,” Rath bellowed, “the scrub could be back any time!”

“I don’t think so,” Lonnie soothed.

“We should call him,” Rath suggested. “Find out when he’s coming back.”

“No,” Lonnie said. “He might get suspicious if we call.” She reached out touching his leg. “He’s only been gone a little over a week. Just chill for now.”

She leaned across to kiss him. “Zan’s never really been anywhere, and he and Ava can spend a lot of time alone there. I bet he doesn’t come back until he has to.”


(Sunday, October 29)

Zan waited nervously for Liz to arrive for practice. He wasn’t even sure she’d show up.

After the fiasco on her balcony yesterday, he’d understand if she didn’t want to train with him anymore. But Liz hadn’t said anything about canceling, and he was pretty sure she wouldn’t just leave him hanging.

He ached to see her, but at the same time it made him sad since they weren’t together like he wanted.

The sound of a car pulling into the lot made his heart race, but he didn’t rush to the window like he wanted to. Instead he pretended to be busy straightening up some items on a table.

He forced himself not to look up until he heard the door opening, but when he did, his breath was nearly knocked from him. Liz was so beautiful, and the softness of her lips, the feeling of her body pressed against his, came rushing back to him.

She stopped just inside the door, and they stood staring at each other.

Liz met Zan’s eyes, her breathing fast. She’d lectured herself over and over that she couldn’t let him see her reaction to him, and she thought she had herself under control. But seeing him again brought a rush of feelings that she had been trying to repress.

She could still hear his words from yesterday, and a shiver ripped through her as she relived the moment Zan took her head in his hands and kissed her.

Suddenly they both seemed to come back to the present, and moved toward each other, speaking at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” they said in unison, and then both smiled.

“I’m really sorry,” Zan said, recovering first. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Liz shook her head. “You didn’t know. It wasn’t your fault. I should have told you about Max.”

She took a breath. “I’m the one that’s sorry, Zan.” She blushed furiously. “When Max attacked you, I should have said something. I should have told him…” she trailed off, looking down in embarrassment.

“No,” Zan said softly, coming closer to her. “You love him.”

Liz felt tears gathering in her eyes. She nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said again.

“Don’t apologize,” he said gruffly. “I’d give anything for you to love me.”

Liz’s head jerked up, meeting his eyes. “Zan,” she said with a choked voice.

He shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly. “I know it’s impossible. Even though you’re not with Max, I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt him, or ruin the chance of a friendship with him.”

Liz nodded. “It’s an impossible situation all the way around,” she breathed. “I do love Max and he loves me, but we can’t be together. He has a duty to his people, your people, and I can’t stand in the way of that.”

“Who says you would be in the way?” Zan asked.

Liz smiled sadly. “Max is meant to be with Tess. She’s his wife. She’s part of his unit. Without her they wouldn’t be strong enough.”

“So,” Zan said softly, “you think if Tess isn’t with Max, that she will refuse to be part of the unit?”

“Yeah,” Liz sighed. “I know she will.”

Zan’s brow creased. “Should we be worried about her? About her loyalty?”

“No,” Liz hurried to assure him. “No, Tess is completely loyal, I just have to stay away from Max.”

“That doesn’t seems fair,” Zan said. “Tess keeping you two apart.”

“She’s not,” Liz explained, “but I know she’ll feel like she doesn’t have a purpose, and she’ll leave.”

Zan met her eyes. “She told you she’ll leave?”

“Well, no,” Liz admitted. “I, um, I just know she will.”

He took a step closer, seeming to be searching for something in her eyes. “How do you know?”

“Ummm,” Liz hummed, stalling. Her heart was pounding as her mind raced. She’d said too much already, and there was no way she could explain the truth about Future Max to him. So she lied. She gave a small shrug. “I just know.”

Zan nodded. “Maybe it’s something to do with your powers,” he suggested, still looking skeptical.

“Yeah,” Liz said quickly, “maybe.” She was afraid Zan would continue asking questions, just like Max.

“Well,” she said, moving farther into the room, quickly changing the subject, “should we get started?”

She could still feel Zan’s eyes on her, and nervously reached out to a tennis ball on the table. Suddenly all the nervous energy rushing through her seemed to focus, running down her arm and out into the ball. It shook for an instant and exploded.

Liz screamed, jumping back and automatically covered her face with her hands.

Zan was at her side in less than a heartbeat and with a glance he assessed the situation, looking at the table first and then Liz. He took her hands away from her face, searching for injuries. When he didn’t see any, he grasped her upper arms, rubbing them gently. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re okay.”

“What happed?” Liz gasped, stunned. She looked rapidly from the pieces of the ball to Zan’s face.

Zan smiled. “You just got powers, baby.”


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L ~ mature) Pt11 8/12

Post by RoswellOracle » Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:53 pm

Thanks to everyone reading, and to the brave souls leaving feedback.

AlysLuv – I’m glad everyone is liking Ava/Kyle!
Smac – it certainly is complicated
Destinyc – lol, give Tess a boy toy
Alien_Friend – I know you always love Zan! Lol
DaleStateShorty – awww, you’re so sweet. Glad you’re enjoying!

Here's a new part!!


Part 12


(Saturday, November 4)

Max couldn’t sleep. The darkness outside his window and the bright red numbers on his clock showing the lateness of the hour seemed to mock him.

Restlessly he paced in his room, trying to dispel some of the energy that seemed to fill him all the time lately. His thoughts were a jumbled mix of longing for Liz and concern for her.

He wanted her all the time and he couldn’t stop thinking about the time they had spent together. But he wanted much more than what they had already shared. He wanted to slowly strip off every piece of her clothing and explore her body with his hands and mouth before he slid into her, giving them both the ultimate pleasure.

Just thinking about it made him shake with desire. The need inside him seemed to be growing every day, every moment.

It seemed like being with her, kissing her, having sex with her was all he could concentrate on. He daydreamed about her in school, at home, whenever he wasn’t with her. At night his dreams were full of her, naked underneath him, arched in ecstasy as he thrust into her.

With a supreme effort, he pushed the thoughts aside.

He had to find a way to get her back. He was going crazy without her.

She had agreed to study with him almost every day, but since the argument with Zan on her balcony almost a week ago, she seemed to be keeping him at arm’s length again. He wondered if it was because of what he’d done or said, but somehow he knew it wasn’t.

Liz was determined to keep them apart, and she wasn’t backing down.

Okay, Max said to himself, you just have to find a counter argument that will convince Liz it will work out if we’re together.

In his mind he laid out Liz’s worries. Tess will leave if we’re not together, or she’ll leave if Liz and I get together, and then we won’t be strong enough to defeat Khivar. But Liz won’t let me talk to Tess to try and work it out, because she thinks Tess will feel left out and leave.

The nagging feeling started in the back of his mind again, and he concentrated, trying to bring it to the surface.

Liz is afraid Tess will leave and our unit won’t be strong enough without her to defeat Khivar.

His brow knotted. How does Liz know anything about how strong Khivar is, and what it will take to defeat him?

None of them knew anything about Khivar except his name. But somehow Liz knew more, and the knowledge scared her so much that she was willing to sacrifice their love to make it right.

But how did she know? How did she know any of it?

Grabbing his keys he headed out his window. It was late, but he had to see her now.


Despite the late hour, Liz sat on her balcony in the darkness, touching her finger to a tennis ball, practicing her powers. The green fuzzy ball turned red with yellow stripes and she smiled. Now that she knew how to access her powers, she was working hard to gain control of them.

It had been almost one week ago that she had first accessed the power running through her, and Zan was helping her get it under control. She practiced every spare moment so she wouldn’t have any more accidents like she did at Zan’s place when she blew up the first tennis ball. She couldn’t afford to something like that in public. They might all be exposed.

She was still meeting with Zan every day, and at first she had been afraid it might be awkward after their kiss. But he was so casual about it and his attitude calmed her down and allowed her to concentrated on her practice.

He made no secret out of the fact that he still wanted her, but he didn’t pressure her. And it also made it easier for her to keep her own feelings under control. Because no matter how much she pretended she didn’t want to be with him or Max, they were constantly on her mind.

She would have said it was impossible to be so attracted to two men at once, but it was definitely happening. She loved Max with all of her heart, and as ridiculous as it sounded, she was quickly falling for Zan too.

It was becoming harder and harder to be around them though, because it seemed like all she could think about was sex. She found herself continually looking at their bodies, thinking about the way they felt so hard and strong when they were pressed against her. How it would be to touch and kiss their sculpted chests and abs, and be touched and kissed in return.

Her nights were filled with erotic dreams featuring Zan or Max thrusting inside her as their hands and mouths roamed over her body, bringing her to climax again and again. And she couldn’t stop wondering if it would be that good between them in real life.

There was some strange force, some undeniable need inside her that was rapidly taking over and she wondered how much longer she’d be able to control it. She’d felt something similar when she and Max had been looking for the orb, but this time it was much stronger and it was directed at both Max and Zan.

She swallowed hard, dragging her thoughts away from sex and back to her practice. In a quick succession she turned the tennis ball blue, orange, pink and then into a deep purple.

The deep voice startled her out of her concentration. “You’re getting really good at that,” Max said, lithely jumping over the edge of the ladder.

Liz smiled to hide the sudden rush of desire at just seeing him. She quickly took in his strong body. “Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve been practicing a lot.”

She got to her feet a little unsteadily. “So did you come to check up on me?” she asked teasingly. But immediately she could see that Max wasn’t in a teasing mood. “What’s wrong?” she said, suddenly concerned.

“Everything,” Max said, coming to stand beside her.

His eyes met hers. “Liz, I can’t go on like this. You’re all I think about.”

“Max, please,” she whispered. “Please don’t,,,”

Cupping her face, he cut her off. “Don’t what, Liz? Don’t tell you I love you more than anything? Don’t tell you I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life without you? Don’t tell you I want to kiss you at this moment more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life?”

Tears started in her eyes hearing his beautiful words. “Max,” she breathed.

They moved toward each other at the same time and their lips met hungrily, the kiss picking up like they hadn’t been apart for months. Liz melted against Max, and he buried one hand in her hair while the other rested on the small of her back, holding her close.

For once Liz didn’t think at all, she just felt, and put all of her love for Max into their kiss. Her lips moved against his, savoring every moment. The kiss went on and on, deep and sensual, and when he flicked his tongue across her lips, she automatically opened to allow him inside.

Their tongues dueled together, caressing, tasting, and their breath came in gasps. Max took her bottom lip between his, pulling gently on it before his lips met hers again.

Desire filled them both as the kiss continued, and their bodies pressed more closely together. . Liz’s fingers dug into his shoulders and she moaned as she felt his erection against her.

His lips left hers, kissing her chin and then they found her throat. With a gasp, Liz let her head fall back into his hand, and she twisted her fingers into his hair. He devoured her neck, kissing, sucking, grazing her skin with his teeth.

“Liz,” he breathed between kisses, “I love you.”

More than anything Liz wanted to make love with him, and she rapidly felt her control spinning away, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Future Max’s prediction.

Suddenly strength surged through her, and she pulled out of Max’s arms. “Stop, Max,” she panted, attempting to catch her breath. “We can’t do this.”

“We love each other, Liz,” he groaned, “we want to be together. That’s all that matters.”

Liz shook her head. “You don’t understand,” she said, trying to remain calm. “Everything depends on us staying apart.”

Max pinned her eyes. “You keep saying that,” he said softly, “but how do you know it?”

“I…I,” she stuttered, “I can’t tell you.”

“What?” Max asked incredulously. “You’re asking me to give up everything and you won’t tell me why.”

He shook his head. “I can’t do it, Liz, I won’t. I love you, and I’m never going to stop trying to get you to be with me unless you can give me a good reason.”

Liz was starting to get desperate. What was she supposed to do?

“Max,” she said, trying to sound reasonable, “you have to believe me, you have to trust that I’m doing what’s right.”

“I do trust you,” he said, “and I know you think you’re doing the right thing, but I think you’re wrong.”

Liz was disappointed that he would say so, but she could understand his frustration. He was also coming too close to the truth so she changed her tactic. “Max, whether I’m crazy or not, it doesn’t matter. I won’t do this. I won’t risk that you might die because of what Tess might do.”

Max dragged his hand through his hair, his face twisted with anger. “Tess,” he spat, “this whole thing keeps coming back to Tess. I’m so sick of hearing her name. I wish she’d never come to Roswell,” he bellowed. “I’m going to go to her, and find out what she thinks, and if she’s going to abandon and betray us because I won’t be with her.”

“No!” Liz shouted, and immediately lowered her voice as she gripped his arms. “You can’t. You promised, please.”

“Liz,” he said angrily, “what am I supposed to do? You won’t let me ask questions. You won’t let me talk to Tess. You won’t let me be with you. What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m sorry, Max,” Liz started, as tears gathered in her eyes. But Max cut her off.

“Why is this so hard?” he shouted. “We’re in love, we should be together.”

“We can’t,” she said again, starting to cry. “We just can’t.”

His anger dissolved as he saw her tears, and he wrapped her in his arms.

“Please, Max,” she sobbed into his chest, “don’t do this. Please don’t make it harder.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly into her hair. “I don’t want to upset you, but we have to figure out a better solution. We’re both miserable. We can’t live like this.”

He kissed her head. “It’s so late,” he said. “We can talk about it tomorrow, when we’re both less upset.”

Liz nodded, agreeing with him so he would leave, but inside she was in a panic.

Max wiped at her tears. “I love you,” he said softly, “and we’ll figure this out.” Gently he placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She nodded and tried to smile as he climbed over the rail and down the ladder. But she waited until she heard the Jeep start before she gave way to the feelings inside her. Falling to her knees, she sobbed, letting all of her heartache and frustration out.

Max was getting more determined and more aggressive with every day that passed, and he wasn’t going to stop asking questions.

What was she going to do? Should she tell him the truth? Future Max had said that Max could never know, but he’d had no idea about how stubborn Max would be. And what would happen if she did tell Max the truth? Would it fix anything or would it condemn them all?

The more she tried to figure out what to do, the more upset she got. How could she make a decision like this all on her own? She didn’t have any information, and the wrong choice would doom the entire world and everyone who lived on it.

She felt like running and screaming, but all she could seem to do was cry. Nervous energy rushed though her, making her feel like she had to move, do something, do anything. Suddenly she jumped up and raced through her window. Frantically she grabbed for her car keys and burst out of her room.

Thankfully her parents were already in bed. She didn’t want them to see the condition she was in. Hastily she scrawled a note, telling them she was at Maria’s and then she headed for the door. Getting into the car, she put it in gear and just drove.

She didn’t have a destination in mind, she just needed to get away.


Zan pounded down the dark street, his legs pumping faster and faster. He’d been running for a long time, but he couldn’t seem to shake the restless feeling inside him.

It had been almost a week ago that he had kissed Liz and he thought by now he’d be able to get his feelings under control. But he wanted her more every day.

Again and again, he relived the kiss, savoring the sweetness of her lips and triumphing in her response to him. And he only wanted more. He wanted to feel the weight of her breasts, to caress her naked back, to kiss and lick every inch of her. He wanted to feel her small body wrapped completely around him as he surged into her, and see the expression on her face as he brought her to climax.

He felt himself growing hard and increased his pace. He had to think about something else or he was going embarrass himself on a public street.

His mind automatically turned to the other subject that he’d been considering. Tess.

After his talk with Liz about the blonde, he’d been watching her closely. All week at practices he’d seen the way the others interacted with her, or didn’t interact with her was more accurate.

Max, Michael and Isabel were close, and no doubt that was because they’d been together for years. But Isabel was the only one who seemed to spend any time with Tess.

Michael tolerated Tess, but Zan could see Max’s dislike of her clearly written on his face. And Zan couldn’t blame him. If Tess had tried to come between him and his love, he wouldn’t like her either. But to defeat their enemies, he was sure Liz was right and they all needed to work together. They could certainly use all the help they could get.

So during the course of the week, Zan slowly started paying more attention to Tess. He talked to her, worked with her, and tried to get her to open up to him a little.

In the practice session that morning, he’d even given up his time working with Liz to practice with Tess. And while they’d been working, he’d started questioning her.

“It must have been hard for you growing up without the others,” he started slowly. “Not knowing if you’d ever find them.”

Tess nodded. “It was lonely. There was no one else like me, no one I could talk to, and I didn’t know if my family was alive or dead.”

“But now you’re all together,” Zan prompted.

“I might as well be alone,” she said with a shrug. “Isabel and I hang out sometimes, but Max acts like I don’t exist most of the time.”

Zan nodded. “So you and Max aren’t together?”

“No,” she said petulantly. “He only wants Liz.”

“But you still want him,” Zan observed.

“Well, he is my husband,” she said, a touch of anger entering her tone.

Zan nodded again. “Sometimes things don’t work out though. Ava and I tried to be together, but we decided it just wasn’t want we wanted.”

“So you dumped her,” Tess said, making it more of a statement.

“No,” Zan said softly. “Does it look like I dumped her? I brought her here with me, and she still lives with me.” He held Tess’ eyes, letting her see how sincere he was. “Ava is the most important person in my life. She’s my friend, my family, and I would do anything for her. Just because we’re not involved doesn’t mean she’s any less important to me.”

Tess didn’t say anything and he continued. “And if you’re not with Max that doesn’t mean you are left out either. You will always be important to all three of them. You will always be part of the group, part of the family.”

They didn’t say much after that, but Tess seemed to be considering his words. He’d started the conversation to try and get a read on her, to see if Liz was right about her loyalty, but he really couldn’t tell. Tess seemed spoiled, childish, and he wasn’t sure what she might do.

He would have to continue talking to her at the training sessions and try to get to know her better, he thought, something Max had obviously not tried to do.

Zan couldn’t help but wonder at the differences between Tess and Ava. Tess didn’t seem to care about anyone but herself, and what she wanted. She didn’t care if she made everyone around her miserable.

Ava was completely different. She was kind and loyal and caring, and Zan knew she always had his back.

Even though he hadn’t said anything to her about his disappointment with Liz, she’d known something was wrong. She had seen it in his sleep-deprived face. He was going to tell her anyway. He couldn’t risk her saying anything about it.

So over breakfast the next morning he’d told her everything; how he’d gone to Liz’s balcony and kissed her, how Max had discovered them, and the conversation he’d overheard when he left them.

Ava listened intently, and didn’t speak until he was finished. “I’m, so sorry, Zan,” she said. “I didn’t have any idea Liz and Max were together.”

Reaching out she touched his arm. “Are you sure she still wants to be with him? You said she responded to you, that you had a connection, maybe…”

Zan cut her off with a shake of his head. “She’s just confused that’s all. And even though she’s not with Max, she’ll never stop loving him and she’d never hurt him by being with me.”

He could see the sadness in Ava’s eyes but he hadn’t told her to gain her pity. He forced a smile. “I’ll be okay,” he assured her. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t say anything to Kyle or any of the others about me and Liz,” he said softly. “We need them and we can’t risk the group being torn apart taking sides over this.”

Ava nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I won’t say a word.”

The next few days she had watched him closely. She knew he was hurting but she hadn’t said anything, and he was glad. He didn’t need to talk about it to know how much he’d lost.

Zan kept running as he’d worked out the thoughts in his head, but now his breath was coming fast and his legs ached, bringing him back to the present. Looking around he noticed that he was almost back to his street.

He had run until he was exhausted, but he only felt more and more restless. He jogged into the parking lot and went inside, climbing the stairs two at a time. With a glance he noticed that Ava was gone, probably out with Kyle, and he headed straight for his shower.

Stripping off his clothes he stepped under the hot spray, letting it wash away all of his troubling thoughts. He went through the mechanics of washing himself like a robot, trying to concentrate on nothing else other than getting clean. He’d never get to sleep if he didn’t calm his racing mind.

Turning off the water he drew a hand through his hair, slicking it back. Stepping out of the shower he reached for a towel and slung it over his shoulder as he padded into his room.

Zan toweled himself dry, quickly rubbing his hair, and then pulled on boxers just as he heard knocking at the door downstairs. It was late and he couldn’t imagine who was there, but he grabbed a pair of jeans and slid them on, working the buttons as he headed down the stairs.

Glancing out the window, he couldn’t see anything in the darkness and opened the door cautiously. But he got the surprise of his life when he saw Liz standing before him.

She was crying, and obviously had been for a while. Tear tracks lined her face, and her eyes and lips were swollen. She looked miserable, broken.

Automatically he reached out, pulling her against him, taking her into his arms. “What’s wrong, baby?” he said softly into her hair, leading her inside and closing the door.

“Max,” she said softly, her voice chocked as a sob racked her body. “We had an argument.”

He rubbed her back soothingly. “What about?” he whispered.

Liz wiped at her eyes and suddenly realized where she was and how unfair it was to Zan. She pulled away from him. “I’m sorry, Zan,” she said shakily. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t be bothering you with any of this.”

Zan knew she was hesitating because he had feelings for her, and she didn’t want to take advantage of him. But he was happy she’d come. “Hey,” he said, “we’re friends, right? And you came to see a friend because you’re upset, and you want to talk about it. And I’m honored you picked me.”

She smiled sadly at him and nodded. Her eyes roamed over him and for the first time realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Okay,” he said, “then let’s go upstairs and sit down, and you can tell me what happened.”

Liz looked at him, thinking rapidly. She couldn’t tell him the truth, what was really upsetting her, but it would be nice to talk.

“Okay,” she agreed. She really didn’t want to be alone.

Zan had tried so hard not to think about her, but now she was right in front of him, and she needed him. Swallowing hard, he motioned for her to go up the stairs in front of him, and as they climbed he couldn’t help letting his eyes roam over her body. She was so small and graceful and he loved the way she moved, the way her jeans incased her thighs and ass.

He felt his whole body harden just looking at her and instantly his thoughts took off.

Never had he wanted any woman half as much as he wanted her. He felt like there was fire in his veins and the only way it would be quenched was with her. More than anything he wanted to take her in his arms, kiss and touch every inch of her and bury his aching cock deep inside her liquid heat, making her scream with satisfaction.

He was sincere about wanting to be her friend, and offering her comfort and sympathy, but he also just wanted any excuse to be near her. He had to keep himself under control, he reminded himself though. Liz belonged to Max, and she had only come to him to talk.

Zan wanted to take her into his bedroom, but he thought she might feel uncomfortable or pressured. So instead, he led her into the living room.

Liz looked around as they entered, noting the sofa, two armchairs and a big TV. Zan took a seat on the sofa, and she sat down next to him.

Even though her heart was in shreds she couldn’t help noticing the way the muscles in his arms, chest and stomach flexed and bunched when he moved, and her heart beat faster.

Zan saw Liz looking at him and a surge of satisfaction rushed through him. She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off his chest, and he was glad he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. She was attracted to him, wanted him, he could feel it.

As she examined him, he let his eyes move over her, and even though she was crying and devastated he couldn’t stop himself wanting her.

“So,” he started again softly, “do you want to talk about the fight?”

Liz took a deep breath. “It’s just the same thing,” she said. “Max came to my house and told me he wants to be with me. He said he wasn’t going to give up and he’d wait his whole life if he had to. But it’s impossible. I told him again we can’t be together, and he’ll just have to accept it.”

She paused, once again distracted by Zan’s chest. He really was beautiful, she thought, and as crazy as it was she wanted him. She swallowed hard, refocusing on her story.

“Max got so mad,” she continued, “he said he’d go to Tess. But he can’t. Even if he won’t be with Tess, I can’t let him be with me. I don’t know what to do,” she finished softly.

Zan smiled understandingly. “Of course he won’t give up,” he said, “he loves you. He can’t give up, because it’s all he has and all he wants. He’ll never accept that you won’t be together.”

“I know,” Liz said miserably, “because I feel the same way. And that’s why it is so impossible.”

Zan nodded. “I know exactly how he feels,” he said.

Reaching out to cup her cheek, he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “I love you more than anything, and I know we’ll never be together, but I’ll never stop hoping.”

Liz’s gaze met his, and he continued. “No matter how many times you tell me we won’t be together, I’ll never accept it.”

“Zan,” she said breathily, her heart racing, “you shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved slowly closer. “It’s just the truth.”

“But,” she protested, as more tears spilled from her eyes, “I love Max.”

Zan nodded, leaning in slowly, kissing the tears from her cheeks.

Liz held herself completely still, her eyes squeezed shut. She was desperate for him to kiss her again, but at the same time she was terrified. Her whole body seemed to pulse with desire and she felt an undeniable need to have his body pressed to hers.

Zan could feel her heart racing, and he somehow knew without a doubt that she was wet and ready for his total possession. “Yeah,” he whispered, inches from her lips, “you love Max, but you still want me.”

Liz felt panic rising inside her. “I…” she started, but it was cut off as Zan’s lips met hers.

This time she didn’t hesitate in kissing him back. It was like something inside her had been let loose and she kissed him hungrily, winding her hands in his damp hair and pressing herself against him.

Zan kissed her like he’d never get enough, drinking from her lips as he pulled her closer. At first the kiss was gentle, coaxing, but it quickly got out of their control.

He wrapped her tightly in his arms and they ate at each other’s mouths like a couple who’d been apart for weeks. Their lips crashed together as they tried to breathe around the kiss, and slowly Zan lowered her to the sofa.

His body pressed to hers as he settled between her legs, and she felt the solid length of his erection. An ache filled her whole body and she arched up into him.

Zan’s lips left her mouth and moved to her neck, kissing, sucking greedily, and Liz threw her head back, giving him access. His teeth scraped her delicate skin and a shiver of pure desire rushed through her, making her gasp. “Zan.”

He growled and his hand came up to cup the underside of her breast, his thumb sweeping over her already hard nipple.

Liz had been so wrapped up in the sensations, but the feeling of Zan’s hand on her breast started to bring her back to the surface. She had only been touched there by one other person. Max.

And suddenly she was flooded with guilt. She pushed at Zan. “Stop,” she pleaded. “Zan, stop.”

Immediately he rose up, looking into her face. “Liz?”

She pushed harder at him. “We can’t,” she said, scrambling up off the sofa. “We just can’t,”

Turning, she raced from the room, and down the stairs.

Zan was so stunned that it took him a moment to react, but then he ran after her. Liz was already at the door by the time he reached the top of the staircase and he called out. “Liz, wait! Liz…”

But she was already through the door and into her car.

Running down the stairs, Zan could see through the window as headlights lit up the darkness outside and quickly swung out of the parking lot. And by the time he hurled out the door, she was gone.

He stood panting, feeling a mixture of exhilaration, sadness and guilt. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking helplessly into the night where she had disappeared. “I’m sorry, Liz.”

She had come to him looking for a friend, needing comfort and he hadn’t been able to control his raging lust. He wouldn’t blame her if she never forgave him.


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L ~ mature) Pt12 9/30

Post by RoswellOracle » Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:47 pm

Thanks for all the feedback, and the begging! Lol

Janetfl – glad you found the fic and are enjoying

Here’s a new part to keep you occupied!


Part 13


(Sunday, October 5)

Liz had barely slept. After she’d left Zan’s place she’d driven around for a while but it hadn’t made things any better. She had too much stuff rushing around in her head.

Pacing around her balcony, she tried to alleviate some of her excess energy.

She couldn’t believe she’d kissed Zan again. And she hadn’t just kissed him, she wanted him. The sensation had practically been overwhelming. She wanted Zan the same way she wanted Max.

Something was definitely wrong with her. She couldn’t seem to control herself and she didn’t know what she was going to do. She was supposed to see Zan later for her training session and she was scared to go.

But that was only part of what was bothering her.

Max was demanding answers and he’d said he was coming to get them today. He might show up at any moment and she still didn’t know what to tell him.

She’d been thinking about it for hours and she kept coming to the same conclusion. But was it right?

Future Max had said Max must never know and she’d been holding on to that. But had he really thought it through. Had he considered that his younger self wouldn’t give her up no matter what?

She was sure he had. So what did he intend to accomplish with his plan? Their feelings for each other hadn’t changed, Max hadn’t turned to Tess. All that had really happened was that she and Max had been apart longer.

But maybe, somehow that was Future Max’s plan had been all along. Maybe something had changed because she and Max hadn’t slept together months ago. But there was no way of knowing for sure.

Suddenly a familiar sensation rushed through her and she knew without looking that Max was coming. She turned toward the ladder and waited for him.

“Hey Max,” she greeted softly.

He smiled when he saw her. “Hey Liz.”

She crossed to him and took his hands leading him to the lawn chair. “Can we sit down and talk?”

Max nodded, looking a bit confused, and Liz wondered if he’d been expecting another argument.

“Max,” she started as they sat, “I’ve been thinking all night and I’ve come to a decision. I just hope I’m doing the right thing.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding encouragingly.

Her hands fidgeted in her lap and tears pricked her eyes.

Max could tell something inside her had changed. She was still scared, but she’d decided to share her burden with him. He reached out taking her hand and squeezed gently. “It’ll be okay, Liz,” he assured her.

She met his eyes. “I hope so.”

Taking a deep breath she told him the whole story. Starting with the night Future Max arrived, she told him everything his other self had said and everything they had done to fulfill his plan.

When she was finished Max was shaking his head. “I’d say I don’t believe it, but with who we are and all the crazy stuff that’s happened…’ he trailed off, meeting her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Liz that he did this to you, to us.”

Tears spilled from her eyes. “They all died, Max. He came back to try and save us all.”

They were both silent for a moment.

Liz wiped at her cheeks. “Did I do the right thing telling you? I couldn’t think of what else to do. You kept asking questions and I didn’t know what to tell you. I didn’t want to lie to you anymore, but what if I’ve condemned the world again?”

“No,” Max said softly, reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’m glad you told me, and it explains everything. I knew you’d never throw away our love without a good reason.”

“Max,” she stared, looking for a way to explain, but he shook his head.

“I understand, Liz,” he said. “You were in an impossible position.”

He squeezed her hand. “So why did you decide to tell me now?”

“I wanted to talk to you about that too,” she said. Point by point she went through everything she had been considering, about what Future Max’s intentions had been, and what exactly had happened because of his visit.

Max nodded when she was finished. “You’re right,” he said, smiling sadly. “I can’t be with Tess,” he said, “not even to save the world. I love you. I only want to be with you, and he would have known that.”

He held her eyes. “He would have known I’d never give up. So the only thing that was accomplished was that we were apart longer.”

“And maybe,” Liz said, “that made the difference between Tess leaving and staying.”

“I still think we should talk to her,” Max said, “tell her our concerns and let her know that she is still an important part of the team.”

“I don’t know, Max,” Liz started.

Max rubbed her arm soothingly. “We’ll talk about it, decide what to say to her.”

Liz nodded, agreeing even though she was worried. She had told Max so he could help her make the decision, and she trusted his instincts.

“But Max we still can’t be together,” she said, “you’ve got to see that now.”

“No,” Max said, reaching up to touch her cheek, “I have more hope now than I’ve had for months. We might have to wait a while, but we will be together. I’m sure of it.”

She smiled in spite of herself, and he leaned in kissing her forehead.

“I’m glad I told you,” she said, feeling almost faint with relief. “I hated lying to you.”

“I’m glad you told me too,” he said, holding her eyes. “And,” he said, “I think we should tell Zan everything.”

Liz was surprised. “Really? I thought after last week…” she trailed off, knowing Max would understand she was talking about when he’d found Zan kissing her.

“Yeah,” Max said. “I know it’s weird, but I trust him and I think he needs to know. He might be able to help us.”

“What about the others, Michael, Isabel, Tess and Ava?” Liz asked.

Max shook his head. “I think the fewer people we tell the better. For now we’ll keep it to ourselves.”


Lonnie sat at the kitchen table picking at a waffle as she considered what she’d learned last night. Once again she’d been with Nicholas and he’d finally opened up to her.

Actually she suspected that Nicholas had been playing her, artfully keeping the information from her and then giving her just enough to make her even more curious and cooperative.

He’d told her that Khivar not only wanted Zan dead, but he also wanted an Antarian artifact that had been sent to Earth with them. The Granolith.

Nicholas had asked her if she knew what it was, and when she said she didn’t, he’d briefly described it to her. She’d told him truthfully that she’d never heard of it and had never seen anything like it.

He’d simply nodded as if he hadn’t expected her to know about it.

Lonnie had left him soon after and her mind had been on overdrive since then.

First she was positive that Nicholas had lied about the Granolith’s importance. He’d claimed it was simply a religious artifact, like the Antarian Holy Grail. But the interest he’d shown in it made Lonnie think it was much more, possibly a weapon.

She also had to wonder who did have it. If it was sent to Earth with them, where was it now? And why wasn’t it in their possession? Their protector had never even mentioned it to them.

Lonnie knew the shapeshifter had kept things from them, but now she really wondered what else they had never been told.


Zan had hardly slept either. He’d been up most the night worrying about Liz.

He still couldn’t believe that he’d taken advantage of her when she’d come to him looking for help. Sure she’d wanted him too, but he knew she was upset and vulnerable and he hadn’t been able to control himself.

He didn’t think she’d ever trust him again, and she’d probably never forgive him either.

At any moment he expected Max to show up and beat the crap out of him, and he wouldn’t blame him. If anyone had done that to his woman, he’d take great pleasure in making them bleed.

The knock at the door downstairs didn’t surprise him. In fact he smiled.

Jogging down the stairs, all he could think of was he was surprised that Max didn’t break the door down to get to him.

Seeing the Jeep outside the window confirmed his suspicion and he threw open the door ready to take a beating.

But he stopped in amazement when he saw Max with Liz. He certainly hadn’t expected Max to bring her and he noted in passing their clasped hands.

Zan looked from one to the other expecting to see anger, betrayal. Liz looked a little guilty and scared but Max just seemed serious and concerned. Instantly Zan was sure Liz hadn’t told Max what happened between them, but he was sure something big was going on.

“So,” he said cautiously, “what’s up?”

Max spoke. “There’s something we need to tell you,” he said. Glancing momentarily around he met Zan’s eyes. “Are you here alone?”

Zan nodded. “Yeah, Ava’s out.”

“Good,” Max said. “We should keep this just between us for now.”

Stepping aside, Zan let them in. “Okay,” he agreed, now getting worried himself.

“Liz has been keeping a secret about something that happened a few weeks ago,” Max said, “but today she told me the truth, and I think you need to hear it too.”

Zan was really confused now, but he looked at Liz.

She shifted nervously and he could see the discomfort in her. With a swipe of his hand he turned a table into three chairs and offered one to Liz. She took it gratefully.

“I didn’t tell Max,” she started, “because he told me not to. I promised him. I thought all of our lives depended on it.”

Zan’s brow creased. “You promised who, Liz?”

Liz looked at him. “Max,” she said.

Zan shook his head, confused.

“I’ll start at the beginning,” Liz said, “so it will make sense.”

Taking a deep breath, she told the whole story for the second time. Zan listened intently, sitting forward, anxious to hear.

When she finished, Zan spoke up. “Exactly when did this happen?” he asked.

Liz didn’t even hesitate. She’d never forget the date Future Max had come and stolen all of her dreams of happiness. “It was just over a month ago, the night he first came,” she said. “October tenth.”

“Shit,” Zan hissed. He jumped up, rubbing his hands over his face, pacing back and forth. “I can’t believe this. He must have had it planned all along.”

Max and Liz both looked at him.

“You know something about this?” Max asked.

“No,” Zan said. “This is the first time I’ve heard anything about it, but something happened to me on October ninth.”

He nodded to Liz. “I told Liz a little about it. It’s how I knew Lonnie and Rath were going to betray and kill us. An informer came to me and told me the whole thing.”

Liz gasped. “You said you trusted him like yourself.”

Zan nodded, confirming her guess. “Yeah it was Max from the future. He was the one who told me about the summit, told me that you existed, and he gave me the plan to come to Roswell and lure Lonnie and Rath here.”

Both Liz and Max got to their feet too. Max looked shocked, but Zan continued. “I didn’t even know anything about the four of you before he told me, and I had no idea that Lonnie and Rath meant to kill me.”

Zan focused on Max. “The other Max also told me not to tell anyone that I’d seen him.”

“So,” Max said, “my future self breaks up Liz and me and just the day before sends you to Roswell. He must have wanted you here for a reason.”

Zan looked longingly at Liz. The first thing his mind jumped to was that Future Max wanted him to get together with Liz. But he didn’t say it out loud.

And he wondered if Liz wasn’t thinking the same thing because she suddenly looked away from his knowing gaze.

Liz cleared her throat drawing both their attention. “Well,” she started, quickly glancing at Zan, “what would you have done if you didn’t know to distrust Lonnie and Rath? I mean what would you have done about the invitation to the summit?”

Zan rubbed the stubble on his chin, thinking seriously. “Just coming out of the blue like that, it would have scared the shit out of me,” he said. “We have very little information about our past, no one ever contacted us before, and suddenly we get an invitation to a peace summit. I think I’d have said it was a trap.”

“So you wouldn’t have gone?” Liz asked.

“No,” Zan agreed. “I would have thought they were trying to lure us out.”

“And you would have told Lonnie and Rath no,” Liz mused, “and maybe they would have tried to persuade you to go…”

Her head jerked up and she looked from Zan to Max. “Or maybe they would have just come here to get a different king.”

Both Zan and Max nodded.

“It makes sense,” Liz continued. “That’s why Future Max sent you here, because he knew Lonnie and Rath would come here anyway.”

“And that’s why the plan will work,” Max said.

Zan spoke up. “What about Tess? Is she so spoiled and self involved that she’s not going to help us?”

Liz shook her head. “No, it’s Tess that helps us win.”

“According to Future Max’s predictions,” Max said. “Even he didn’t know for sure.”

“I’ve been talking to her,” Zan said. “Nothing heavy,” he assured Liz, “just getting to know her kind of stuff, and I’m not sure about her at all. She seems to care much more about what she wants than she cares about anyone else, otherwise she wouldn’t be trying to force Max to be with her when he loves you.”

“No,” Max said, “she’s not that bad. She’s really lightened up since she came here, stopped forcing visions on us and stopped talking about our destiny all the time. I think it was mainly Nasedo who was telling her to be so aggressive. She’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” Zan said with a crisp nod, “we should definitely keep this to ourselves for now anyway. We don’t want it getting around that your Granolith is a time machine.”

“Yes,” Max nodded. “That’s what we think too. And it doesn’t really change the plan since it was his idea anyway.”

“And,” Max added, taking Liz’s hand and squeezing it lightly, “I’ll try to be nicer to Tess.”

Zan could actually feel the love between them, and now that he knew the real reason why Liz had been pushing him away, he felt like scum for kissing her.

Then a thought suddenly solidified in Zan’s mind. “That’s why you never asked me to connect with you and find out what power you have, isn’t it?” he said to Liz. “Because you were afraid I might see the stuff about Future Max.”

“I wondered why,” he continued without waiting for her answer. “I thought maybe you didn’t trust me.”

Liz tried to remain calm on the outside, nodding serenely. “Of course I trust you,” she said softly, “I just didn’t want you to find out about him.”

Inside her emotions were churning faster than she could name them. She knew Max would expect her to connect with Zan to discover her power. He would think it was strange if she didn’t.

Zan was right about Future Max, but she had another reason now that she didn’t want to connect with him. She was afraid he would see in her mind that she was attracted to him, but more than that, she wanted him, loved him.

Max was speaking but she only caught the end of his sentence. “…to know what Liz’s power is,” he said excitedly.

Suddenly Zan realized his mistake. He hadn’t meant to push Liz to connect with him, he’d simply been stating his realization out loud. And now he had put Liz in a position where she had to connect with him or they had to explain to Max about the kiss last night.

He could see the panic in Liz’s eyes. “Well,” he said, making up an excuse, trying to get her off the hook, “we don’t have to do it right now. She might not have enough control of the power inside her for me to be able to tell.”

“We’ll never know unless you try,” Max said, being practical. Turning to Liz, he smiled. “I know you’d like to find out what powers you’ll have. The curiosity must be killing you.”

Liz nodded, because she couldn’t do anything else. “Oh yeah,” she said stiffly. She really did want to know about her powers, but the last thing she wanted to do was connect with Zan.

She had no idea how to block things from people when they connected, but she had to try. Inside her mind, she imagined taking all the feelings she had for Zan and locking them securely inside a large bank vault and sealing it shut. She just hoped it was enough.

Zan looked at her and he was sorry he’d even brought up the subject, but there was nothing he could do now. He had to connect with her.

And even though he was reluctant, he was excited too. The thought of getting to have even the smallest glimpse into Liz’s mind and soul was something he craved almost as much as the joining of their bodies.

Even with Max right there he had the urge to take her head in both his hands and make the connection as their lips crashed together and he kissed her senseless.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself, and simply reached for her hand. Liz put her hand in his and he could feel her shaking slightly.

The connection slid into place more quickly and easily than any other he had made, and he took it as even more proof that he and Liz belonged together. A rush of images and feelings deluged him from Liz’s life and he momentarily let himself get lost in the sensation of being one with her.

He felt the softness of her as if their bodies were tangled together, making love. He was surrounded by her, drunk on her intoxicating scent, and soothed by the sweetness of her soul.

The knowledge of her power came to him without him looking for it and even though he felt like he was losing a part of himself, he reluctantly withdrew from her.

Opening his eyes he held her gaze, gently stroking his thumb over her hand as he spoke. “You have the power of connections,” he said. “You can join with anyone more easily than the rest of us, you will be able to reach out over distances to join minds, and you will get images and feelings just from touching objects and people.”

“Wow,” Max said excitedly. “That explains all the flashes you were getting about the orb.”

Zan continued. “You will also have a shield, similar to Max’s. It can’t be a coincidence,” he said, “somehow it must be because Max healed you.”

Liz nodded dumbly and gently pulled her hand out of Zan’s, even though she was sure it was too late. Zan had a soft, dreamy expression on his face, and Liz was sure he’d seen her feelings for him. She flamed red and took a few faltering steps toward Max.

Max could feel her confusion and worry but he it took it for surprise about actually hearing that she was getting certain powers. He put his arm around her, rubbing her shoulders. “It will be okay,” he assured her. “Now you can concentrate on building up those powers and controlling them.”

They talked for a few more minutes about the possibilities of her powers but Zan was hardly paying attention. He kept trying to catch Liz’s eye to apologize silently for kissing her, for putting her in a position where they had to connect, but she wouldn’t even look at him.

Finally Zan couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m sorry,” he burst out.

Liz’s head jerked up and Max looked at him confused.

Zan knew now that he should have just told Max in the first place, but he wanted to spare Liz’s feelings, and by keeping his mouth shut he’d just made things worse. He spoke softly, holding Liz’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, Liz,” he said.

He turned his gaze to Max. “I can’t stop thinking about her, man. I’m so in love with her that I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. She came over last night, upset and needing a friend and I kissed her.”


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, mature) Pt13 10/26

Post by RoswellOracle » Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:17 pm

Gasp! Yes, another part already! lol
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Part 14


Finally Zan couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m sorry,” he burst out.

Liz’s head jerked up and Max looked at him confused.

Zan knew now that he should have just told Max in the first place but he wanted to spare Liz’s feelings, and by keeping his mouth shut he’d just made things worse. He spoke softly, holding Liz’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, Liz,” he said.

He turned his gaze to Max. “I can’t stop thinking about her, man. I’m so in love with her that I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. She came over last night, upset and needing a friend and I kissed her.”

Max didn’t feel the rush of jealously he expected. He only felt sadness and sympathy. He had loved Liz without hope for months and he realized that Zan was feeling exactly the same. They both loved her and it was one more similarity between them, one more thing that connected them.

Smiling sadly Max nodded. “I know how you feel.”

Liz’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at Zan. She opened her mouth to speak but he shook his head.

“You don’t have to say anything, Liz,” he said. “You went running out of here last night before I could tell you. I just wanted to say I’m sorry and I hope you can forgive me someday.”

Liz felt even more miserable. She had wanted Zan, and she’d kissed him back, but he was taking all the blame for it again. She needed to talk to him but she couldn’t in front of Max, and she didn’t know what to say anyway. She was the one who was out of control wanting two different men.

“I’m sorry, Zan,” she said simply.

There was an awkward silence for a moment as no one knew what to say.

Max glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to get going,” he said apologetically. “I have to go to work.”

He started toward the door, but Liz hesitated. “It’s close to my training time,” she said. “If Zan wouldn’t mind taking me home afterward, I could just stay.”

Zan felt a rush of relief. Liz trusted him enough to be alone with him. “Sure,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.

Max nodded, looking from Zan to Liz. “I’ll call you later,” he told her.

“Okay,” she agreed.

Liz and Zan stood silent until Max’s Jeep pulled out of the driveway, and then both spoke at once. “I’m sorry.”

Holding up her hand, Liz cut Zan off. “No, let me talk,” she said.

He nodded and she continued. “Thank you, Zan, for not telling Max the whole truth about last night. It would hurt him so much. He is the love of my life, but I feel totally out of control when…” she looked down trailing off.

Zan stepped closer to her, cupping her cheek, lifting her head so she had to look at him. “When you are around me,” he finished.

Her first instinct was to deny it but she couldn’t lie to him. “Zan” she said, covering his hand on her cheek with hers, “it doesn’t matter what I feel for you, we can’t be together.”

“You’re wrong,” Zan said. “What we feel for each other does matter.” He stroked her cheek. “I love you, I want you, and I can feel the desire in you right now.”

“But Max,” Liz said desperately.

“I know,” Zan agreed. “I don’t want to hurt him either, or you, and I’m trying to fight my feelings for you, but it makes it so much harder knowing you want me too.”

Liz nodded and he continued. “I just hope you can forgive me for being weak last night,” he said. “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again.”

She smiled nervously. “I trust you, Zan,” she assured him. She just didn’t know if she trusted herself.


Once again Max found himself stuffing the intestines into a rubber alien in the autopsy display at the UFO Center. It seemed like someone was always pulling them out. Actually, he didn’t mind. He often volunteered to straighten up the displays. He didn’t have to deal with customers and it gave him time to think.

He had spent most of his shift cleaning up, and the whole time he thought about Liz.

He was glad he’d pushed Liz to tell him the truth. It made him feel so much better to know that she still loved him, and it gave him hope for their future together.

But their future couldn’t come fast enough for him. He wanted to be with her all the time, touching her, kissing her, making love.

He was craving her more and more, and it seemed like their connection was getting stronger every day too. He could feel when she was near and he could tell when she was experiencing strong emotions even when he was halfway across town.

He’d told her he would call her tonight but what he really wanted was to see her.

Even though she kept denying him, he’d been making progress in the fight to win her back. He even had a perfect excuse to see her. He’d tell her he wanted to talk about her newly discovered powers. He knew she would be excited to discuss it.

And while they were talking he’d slowly move closer to her and take the first opportunity to kiss her.

Just thinking about it filled him with longing. He wanted to take her into his arms and caress her soft skin. He wanted to slowly strip her clothes off and kiss every inch of her.

Suddenly a wave of desire slammed into him and he knew it wasn’t his own. It was Liz. He could feel her through their connection, and she wanted him.

He glanced at his watch. Finally it was closing time and she was right across the street. It would only take moments for him to be with her, but he would have gone to her if she’d been halfway around the world.


After Zan had taken her home, Liz tried to do her homework.

When she had discovered she had powers she’d asked her parents for fewer shifts at the Crashdown, supposedly so she could concentrate on her studies. But really she just hadn’t wanted to risk having any accidents in front of a whole restaurant of people.

Sitting down she opened her Biology book. It was hard concentrating with everything else on her mind, but it would look funny if her grades started going down when she was supposedly spending more time studying.

She used to love school and learning but it just seemed so unimportant with all of the alien stuff going on. Not to mention she was having a hard time thinking of anything other than Max and Zan.

Suddenly her whole body was hot and aroused. It was like she could feel hands and lips moving over her skin. Just thinking about Max and Zan was enough to do it to her, but now she had experiences with both of them that filled her head.

It was insane wanting both of them, but she did. She wanted them so much that she could hardly resist them, even though she knew that she couldn’t be with either of them.

And she didn’t just want them, she loved both of them. She’d known Zan less than a month but she’d fallen for him hard.

He and Max were very similar, but there were differences too.

They both were gorgeous and had incredible bodies. They both were kind and intelligent, natural leaders, stubborn and sexy as hell. They both went after what they wanted, and they both wanted her.

Zan was more aggressive than Max, more confident with himself. Max was more shy but he was romantic and persistent.

Getting up she started pacing in her room. She felt agitated, like she needed to be doing something, but she couldn’t get the pictures of Zan and Max out of her mind.

She’d fooled herself into thinking that she didn’t want Zan, but her body had known the truth and responded to him like she’d known him for years. And even though she hadn’t been with Max for months they had picked up exactly where they’d left off, like it was only yesterday they had been together.

Just then the feeling she associated with Max filled her up and she knew he was coming. She turned toward her window and saw him climb over the top of her balcony wall.

He reached her window as she raised it, and climbed inside. She was glad to see him. Her whole body seemed to crave him. “Hi Max,” she said huskily. I thought you were going to call.”

Moving closer so that their bodies touched, he stroked her arm. “I wanted to see you,” he rumbled. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

“Liz,” he growled.

They moved at the same time, their lips crashing together.

Max slid one hand into her hair, holding her to him as they devoured each others’ mouths. His other hand rested on the small of her back, pressing her tightly against him.

She wrapped her arms around him, melting into him, wiggling against him as if she couldn’t get close enough. His body responded immediately and he felt himself growing hard.

He could feel his own desire mixed with Liz’s and it made him lose control completely. Walking them backward he lowered Liz to her bed, and barely broke their kiss to join her. He settled next to her, resting his hand on her waist.

Liz tangled her hand into his hair, pulling him down to her. A shudder ripped through him as her tongue stroked into his mouth, making him groan.

He moved so that one leg rested between hers, pressing his erection into her. She gave a little gasp and it was like fire in his veins.

His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, slowly caressing the soft skin of her stomach, the feel of her skin made him hungry for more.

Sliding his hand up he brushed over her breast, but instead of stopping like he always had before, he slipped into her bra, really touching her. Cupping her roundness, he swept his thumb over her nipple again and again, causing it draw to a tight point.

Liz made small whimpering sounds into his mouth and her body started to move rhythmically against him.

Max wanted to see and taste all of her. He left her lips, kissing and licking a trail down her neck.

“Liz,” he growled in between kisses, “I love you.”

He removed his hand from under her shirt and quickly undid her buttons, as his mouth moved lower. Once again he brushed over her breast as he slid her bra aside.

For the first time he saw her rosy breast and he looked at it intently, trying to memorize everything about her. But then his desire got the better of him and he dipped down, closing his mouth over her sensitive flesh.

Liz gasped, arching up into him and he moved fully on top of her, settling between her legs. She grasped at him, holding him tightly and he could tell she was just as aroused as he was.

Slowly he explored her breast with his mouth, tracing his tongue around her areola before finally sweeping over her hard nub. A sort of strangled cry escaped her that made his body feel even harder.

He wasn’t surprised to discover that her breast was as sweet as her lips, and it made him wonder how the rest of her would taste. He released her breast, intending to sample the other one, but Liz’s voice stopped him.

“Max,” she panted, her voice coming in quick gasps. “Max, we have to stop.”

He knew she was right. Her parents might come in at any moment. But he didn’t want to stop and he knew she didn’t either.

It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done helping her cover up her prefect breast and then getting up from between her legs. He sat on the bed next to her and cupped her cheek, kissing her lightly.

“I love you, Liz,” he said again.

“I love you too,” she said. “But Max, we can’t do this,” she protested weakly. “You know we can’t be together.”

“I know you’re worried,” he said, “but I promise you we’ll find a way to make it work.”


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, mature) Pt14 11/03

Post by RoswellOracle » Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:00 pm

Thanks for all the support guys! Glad to know you are still enjoying!

Earth2Mama – that Tess is always the problem. :lol:
Janetfl – yes I am a tease, but here is the remedy :twisted:
Moomin – if I were her, I’d do the same
Alien_Friend – I know. I wish Max would have been more like this on the show. I would have been swooning every week. lol :shock:
Scorpio6 – Max is more surprised than anyone. :wink:
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Part 15


(Tuesday, November 7)

Two days.

Max did another chin-up on his doorframe, contracting his muscles and then slowly lowered himself, stretching out.

It’s been two days, he thought as he pulled himself up again. Two long days since he’d been with Liz in her bedroom, and he felt like he was going insane without her.

Yesterday she had to work a closing shift and he’d gone to the Crashdown, staying all night to watch her. And when her shift ended he thought they could spend some time together.

He’d seen the longing in her too, felt her desire, but she begged him not to kiss her. “Please Max,” she said huskily as he held her in his arms, “please don’t do this until we can get everything figured out.”

Leaning in he nuzzled her cheek, inhaling her scent. “It might take us a while,” he answered, his voice just as rough with desire. “I don’t think I can wait.”

Liz’s fingers curled in his hair, and he knew she was holding on to her control by a thread. “Let’s at least figure out what you should say to Tess.”

The mention of his former wife was enough to dampen his surging hormones, and he sighed, releasing Liz.

They talked for a while, getting nothing accomplished other than frustrating the hell out of both of them, and he left Liz unkissed.

All night he’d dreamt of her, steamy, erotic dreams where she hadn’t stopped him, and they explored each other for hours before finally giving into their ultimate desire.

And then all day in school he replayed the time he’d spent with her two days ago, kissing her, touching her, finally seeing her breast and tasting the soft, sweet fullness of it in his mouth.

His whole body tightened with arousal and he knew he was right. He couldn’t wait to be with her again. He was only working out to kill time and expend his excess energy until it was late enough that he could go see her.

She was with Zan, having her lesson, and afterward she’d go home, do her homework, eat dinner with her parents, then go to her room to read. And that’s when he would go to her. He’d climb up her balcony, take her in his arms and kiss away all her worries.

They were meant to be together and maybe he’d finally convince her of it tonight.

The next pull-up made him grunt with exertion. He’d been doing them unconsciously for a while, not paying attention to the number, and his muscles were aching with the strain. He lowered himself to the floor and stood. Maybe he’d work on his abs for a while.

Sitting down, he’d just started on his crunches when he suddenly felt another rush of desire, but this time it was Liz’s.

Instantly he leaped to his feet as the overwhelming sensation rushed through him that he had to get to her. But the strangest part was that somehow through their connection he knew exactly where she was. He could have found her anywhere.

He also knew who she was with and what was happening. Zan was kissing her, and Max was going to kill him.


Tess dropped her school bag in the living room as she entered the dark Valenti house. She knew the Sheriff worked the late shift on Tuesdays and lately Kyle was out all time. He must be dating someone new, she thought with a shrug.

She and Isabel had been at the library doing a school project, and luckily they’d gotten done early. She was sick of school, but Max insisted they try to blend in.

Not that Max had much of anything to do with her, especially after she’d sent him up to Liz’s balcony. She’d hoped that seeing Liz with Zan would end Max’s crush on Liz forever, but the whole thing had backfired in her face.

Switching on a light, she headed for the kitchen. Quickly she took out the ingredients for a sandwich.

Max seemed even more awkward around her after that. When he did talk to her it was in a stiff, wary way that made her think he couldn’t wait to get away from her.

She shouldn’t have been the one to tell him about Liz and Zan. She saw that now. Max needed to see that Liz wasn’t the one for him, but he had to figure it out on his own. She had to simply be his friend, and wait for him.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, she rolled her eyes. She was so sick of waiting. Maybe there was a way she could push Max in the right direction without him knowing it. And she was pretty sure the answer was Zan.

He loved Liz. Maybe she could still use that to turn Max against Liz. She could convince Zan not to give up on Liz, to fight for her, and then it was just a matter of time before Max caught them together again.

She smiled. Maybe she’d go see Zan now.


Zan paced around Liz, watching her intently as she held out her hand.

“Okay,” he said, “now remember what it felt like when you changed the color, and do the same thing, but just push your power farther, across the room.”

Liz’s brow wrinkled in concentration and Zan felt his gut tighten. He was in trouble.

He’d told Liz that he would do his best to keep his hands off her, and already he was losing the battle. It seemed like he had no control over himself when she was around, and it was getting stronger each day.

Zan couldn’t stop himself looking at her. He’d told himself he was moving around Liz to walk off some of his energy, but he had to admit it was so he could see all of her. While she wasn’t looking at him, he let his eyes roam over her freely, taking in every inch of her.

She was wearing jeans that hugged her hips and thighs, and a clingy top that outlined her perfect breasts. Of course he had the pleasure of holding her soft mounds in his hand, and he swallowed hard remembering.

Shit, he wanted her.

Glancing at his watch, he was glad to see that their time together was long over for the day. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave, but he didn’t want to break his promise he’d made to her only two days ago either.

Power arced out from Liz’s hand, shooting wildly, completely missing her intended target.

“Oh crap,” she said, frustrated. “I can do it when I’m touching it,” she said, turning to Zan, “but across the room is harder.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s a different control,” he said huskily. “And we’ll work on it more next time.”

Liz met his eyes, and to Zan it seemed like she was really looking at him for the first time since she’d come an hour ago.

“That went fast,” she said softly.

In her eyes he saw the same fevered desire that was rushing through his body, and he knew she was fighting it just like he was. They both simply stood where they were for long moments.

It seemed like the whole room was charged with static and if either of them moved they would combust into flames.

“You should take me home now,” Liz said breathily.

“Yeah,” he agreed, but still neither of them moved.

Liz had been barely holding on to her own control the whole time she’d been with Zan, and now it was breaking. She’d never been so aroused, and she felt herself leaning toward him.

The small movement was all it took to make Zan lose control too. He surged forward, taking her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers.

“Liz,” he whispered, between fevered kisses, “oh Liz.”

He held her face in his hands, placing short, stinging kisses on her lips again and again, and she returned them enthusiastically. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

The urgency lessened after a few moments and they slowed down, their kisses becoming long and deep.

Liz grasped handfuls of Zan’s hair and moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer, settling her against his erection. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, stroking her own, and Liz felt a throbbing need deep inside.

Zan leaned her back and his lips found her neck, nipping, sucking her delicate skin.

Gasping for air, Liz held on to him tightly, feeling as if they were falling. And then the flashes started.

An underground tunnel.

Busy, rain-slicked streets.

Images of her and Zan intertwined in bed.

Stars streaming past her.

“Oh Zan,” she panted.

His mouth closed over hers again as his hand cupped her head.

Liz only had a second’s notice, a stirring feeling inside her before a bellowing voice made them jump apart, turning toward the door.

“You bastard!” Max yelled, slamming the door behind him.

She quickly took in Max’s appearance. His face was twisted with fury and he hadn’t even stopped to put on a shirt. Somehow she knew that he’d simply climbed out his window and driven as quickly as he could to get to them.

Max rushed at Zan intending to beat the crap out of him, but Liz stepped between them, her arms outstretched.

“No!” she said frantically. “No, please!”

Max stopped inches away from her and she pressed her hand into his bare chest. At the same time she touched Zan’s chest with her other hand.

Instantly a surge of white-hot energy rushed through the three of them, nearly lifting them off the ground. They seemed to glow with the power as it swirled around and through them, making them gasp with the strength of it.

For a handful of moments none of them could move. It was as if the power was holding them in place.

Feelings were passed freely between them, the strongest of which was desire. Zan and Max’s longing for Liz was amplified even more, and Liz felt like she might pass out from her feelings of need.

Finally the energy seemed to calm, turning from white, to yellow and then to blue, and they were able to move

They looked at each other, stunned.

Max and Zan turned to Liz at the same time and spoke together. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, not feeling capable of speaking.

“Holy shit,” Zan said, unconsciously taking a step closer to Liz. “That was incredible.”

“What was it?” Max asked, panting, and pressing his body to Liz’s.

“I don’t know,” Zan said, stroking her arm. “But if we could figure out how it works, we’d be unstoppable.”

Max nodded, nuzzling the side of Liz’s face.

She turned toward him, unable to stop herself and their lips met. With a sigh of relief, she kissed him hungrily, wanting to drown in him.

Max cupped her head, holding her close, growling into her mouth. He’d never wanted her more. He’d been so scared for her, but the power that had filled them seemed to have broken all of his control. He had to touch her, to kiss her, and he wanted to make love to her. He didn’t even care that Zan was there.

Zan knew he should move away and leave them alone, but he couldn’t. He continued to caress Liz’s arm as he slowly pressed his body to hers. It was like some other power was controlling him but he didn’t care because it was giving him exactly what he wanted.

He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Liz’s neck. He kissed her softly at first, but within moments he was devouring her skin, nipping, sucking as he’d done earlier. His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt and she shivered with desire as he stroked her skin.

Liz’s mind was on overload. Max and Zan were both kissing her, pressing their hard bodies against her, and she knew she should object, but she never felt anything so good. She wanted them both.

Wrapping one arm around Max’s neck, she reached back with the other, cupping the back of Zan’s head.

Zan slid his hand around Liz’s side caressing her stomach, slowly moving up until he reached her breast. His thumb stroked the underside for a moment and then he simply slipped underneath her bra to cup her fullness.

Liz gasped, arching back and Zan sucked her neck hard as he swept over her distended nipple with his thumb.

Slowly Max unbuttoned Liz’s shirt as he continued to kiss her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that Zan was kissing and touching Liz, but it didn’t bother him like he thought it should. Zan was giving Liz pleasure, that’s all that mattered.

It was like Zan was a part of them. Like he was meant to be there.

When Max got Liz’s shirt opened enough he slipped his hand inside, brushing his palm over her other breast. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her soft mound into his mouth again. Sliding her bra aside, he lowered his head, and closed his mouth over her.

She moaned in pleasure, tightening the grip on the back of his head.

Liz turned her head toward Zan and instantly his lips were on hers. He kissed her hard as he continued to stroke her and she felt an incredible power building inside her. It was pleasure like she’d never imagined and she never wanted it to end.

Suddenly Max’s hand was between her thighs stroking her exactly where she needed. She moved rhythmically against him as her whole body pulsed with the power. Shocks of energy rushed through her faster and faster.

Every muscle in her tightened and arched and she gave herself over to the incredible pleasure.


Tess was surprised to see Max’s Jeep at Zan’s place when she got there. She knew that Liz went to work on her powers with Zan everyday, but Max didn’t practice on Tuesdays.

She checked her watch. Liz’s lesson was over by now, so that’s not why Max was there. She guessed it was possible that Max was hanging out with Zan.

A smile raised the corners of her mouth. It would be an even bigger betrayal if Max and Zan had become friends, and then Zan took Liz away from him.

She parked on the street and cautiously approached the building to look into one of the small windows.

Zan had tinted them so no one outside could see in, but Tess used a small push of power so she could look through a corner.

The lights were low inside, and at first she didn’t see anyone. Maybe they’re upstairs, she thought. She was just about to turn away when a slight movement caught her eye, and she gasped with surprise.


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, mature) Pt15 11/13

Post by RoswellOracle » Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:53 am

Thanks guys for all the support!

Moomin – Tess is pretty stubborn. lol
Alien_Friend – I knew you were anticipating these parts! A little Z/L/M action!
Scorpio6 - ;)
Earth2Mama – lol, you know I love cliffhangers.
AlysLuv – you are right
Katydid – you know that Nick is always up to something


Part 16


Tess pulled her car slowly into the Valenti’s driveway and turned it off. She was still stunned by what she’d seen at Zan’s, and she was having a hard time believing it. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have said it was impossible.

It seemed that Liz was a lot more wild than she let people believe. Of course, Tess reminded herself, Liz had slept with Kyle just out of the blue.

Even harder to believe was that Max and Zan were willing to share her. She knew Max was wrapped around Liz’s finger, but she had no idea how much power Liz had over him. He was a king. He could have any woman he wanted and he was settling for a woman who would never truly be his.

She guessed she wasn’t as surprised at Zan’s participation. Although she didn’t know about his past, he certainly seemed like he was experienced. She imagined he had any number of women and done all kinds of kinky things. She just couldn’t believe he was attracted to mousy Liz.

Taking the keys out of the ignition, she left the car and headed for the house.

Obviously her plan to turn Max against Liz wouldn’t work now. If he was willing to share Liz, maybe she didn’t have a chance with him after all. At least until he was finished with Liz.

Anger rushed through her. Why didn’t Max want her?

He would rather share Liz than have her?

Fine, she said to herself, if Max could play around then she could too. She knew Kyle had a thing for her so why not occupy herself with him for a while.

She let herself into the house intending to seduce him on the spot, but to her disappointment the interior was still dark. Kyle must be out. She didn’t know who he was dating, but it was bound to be some blonde bimbo. It would be easy for her to steal him away.

She was just heading for the kitchen when a small noise caught her attention. It seemed to be coming from Kyle’s room, so maybe he was home after all.

With a smile, she headed for his room. As she got closer she could hear more sounds that she recognized, grunts and puffs of breath that meant Kyle was working out.

Perfect, she thought to herself. She’d surprise him when he was all sweaty and pumped with testosterone and have her way with him.

She tiptoed the last few steps and silently pushed his door open, peering in through the crack, and for the second time that day she was completely shocked.

The sounds she’d heard hadn’t been Kyle working out at all. He was in bed with Ava and they were having enthusiastic sex.

She watched them in stunned silence for a moment.

They moved together rhythmically and Tess couldn’t help but admire Kyle’s bulging muscles. Ava’s arms and legs were wrapped around him, and her body was arched back in obvious pleasure as he surged into her.

It was kind of weird seeing Ava beneath him, like watching herself in a movie or something.

She had no idea Kyle was seeing Ava. She didn’t even know he’d talked to her more than a couple of times. But it was obvious now that Ava was who he’d been spending all his time with.

Slowly, silently, Tess closed the door and backed away. She felt a surge of deep disappointment and sadness. It should be her with Kyle, not Ava.


(Wednesday, November 8)

Liz sat in class waiting nervously for Max to arrive. After what had happened at Zan’s place last night, she wasn’t sure what to feel.

It had been incredible, letting the two men touch and kiss her and bring her to orgasm, but according to everything she’d ever been taught she should be ashamed. She should feel like a slut.

But she didn’t.

She felt a bit embarrassed, and even a little exhilarated that two such beautiful men wanted her. At the time all she’d thought about was how much she desired them and the incredible pleasure they were giving her.

After she’d climaxed, Max and Zan continued to caress her and kiss her, but the urgency was gone. It was like the energy that had surged through them needed release, and the orgasm had set it free. At least temporarily.

That night she’d had more erotic dreams of Zan and Max, and this time the three of them were together, touching, making love. She’d woken up flushed and aroused and wanting them both, and the feeling had only gotten stronger as the day passed.

But she wasn’t really sure how she was supposed to behave with them. They hadn’t really talked about it afterward. They’d broken slowly apart, talking about nothing for a while, all of them acting like it hadn’t happened.

They agreed to stay late after practice today, and see if they could summon the energy again. It was the three of them connecting together, they had decided, that had caused it. The power was like nothing any of them had ever felt and it was worth exploring.

But no one had mentioned that it had most likely been the power that had drawn the three of them together in the first place.

Max had been ready to beat Zan to a pulp for kissing her, but after the surge of power he had no problem with Zan touching her so intimately.

But would Max regret it today? Would he hate her for allowing it?

Liz also remembered that the power had seemed to heighten their desire for each other too. It had been incredible. She could still feel it running through her.

She could also still feel Zan and Max’s hands and mouths on her, and heaven help her, she wanted it again.


Max hurried down the hallway, eager to get to Liz.

He was so confused, he wasn’t sure what to feel.

He thought he should feel hurt, or betrayed because Liz had wanted Zan, but he didn’t. He thought he should feel like scum for letting another man pleasure his soulmate, but he didn’t.

It hadn’t felt wrong at the time and it still didn’t. Although, he did wonder what Liz thought of him for sharing her with Zan.

Sharing her.

The words sounded horrible. He didn’t even want to think about it in those terms.

It hadn’t seemed like they were sharing her, it had been more simple and more complicated at the same time. It was like she had belonged to both of them in that moment, like the three of them completed each other.

The thought flickered through his mind that it could be an alien thing. What if his people were more free with their sexuality? What if threesomes, or even more, were common?

But that didn’t seem right either.

In the destiny book, it had shown the four of them together in pairs, not groups of three of four.

Max tried to picture Michael or Kyle kissing Liz and was filled with disgust, anger and jealously.

Then he pictured Zan kissing Liz, touching her. He was a little jealous, but not nearly as much as he would be if she were with someone else.

And he hadn’t been jealous at all when the three of them had been together. All he’d thought about was Liz. It was like Zan was an extension of himself, extra hands and mouth that could pleasure Liz.

His brown wrinkled in confusion. It was weird. He wasn’t sure how to think about it. He had nothing in his experience that even came close.

Liz seemed okay with both of them touching her last night. She hadn’t said she was uncomfortable, and she enjoyed it enough that she had climaxed.

Max knew he would never forget that moment, the first time he had brought her to orgasm. He hadn’t planned it. It had been completely instinctual. And the fact that Zan shared it didn’t bother him at all.

But would it bother Liz?

Afterward they talked, and then he’d driven Liz home, and kissed her goodnight. Everything seemed as normal as possible.

But now that she had time to think about it, she might be regretting her actions. And he certainly wouldn’t blame her. He didn’t know what to think himself.

He wanted to pretend that none of them had been in their right minds, that the power had made them do it. But he knew it wasn’t true.

Sure the power had increased their desire, and it had given him a brief glimpse into Zan’s mind, so he saw how much Zan loved and wanted Liz. And maybe that made him feel sympathetic toward Zan, but it hadn’t made him let Zan touch Liz.

Max couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when they invoked the power again.

It reminded him of the time last spring when he and Liz had been getting all of the visions when they kissed and eventually found the orb. But this time the power and the desire he felt for her was even stronger, and he knew Liz felt it too.

He was sure that Liz would have given herself to him if they’d been alone. So what would happen with the three of them together again?

He wasn’t sure, but he did know one thing. He wanted her. Liz’s orgasm had somehow seemed to dampen his desire for the first time in days, but now he wanted her even more.

But he wanted the power too.

Sometime during the night it had come to him. If the power was enough, if they could control it, then he could convince Liz to give up on her ideas about Tess being their salvation. If they were strong enough then Liz would be with him with no reservations.

Finally he arrived at the class he shared with Liz and tried to brace himself for any reaction she might have.

He felt her before he saw her and knew that she felt him too. Her eyes were focused on the door as he entered and his heart leapt as she gave him a shy smile.

Smiling in relief, he took a seat next to her and reached out, squeezing her hand.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Liz met his eyes. “I love you too.”


Zan couldn’t stop smiling.

He could hardly believe what had happened last night.

He’d thought Max was going beat the crap out of him, but something had changed Max’s mind. And Zan was pretty sure it was the power that had done it.

For some reason Max accepted him, and let him be a participant in giving Liz an orgasm.

He could still remember the feel of her soft breast in his hand, the taste of her lips, and the way her body had arched into him as she’d cum.

It was everything he’d imagined and so much more. And it made him desire Liz even more than he had before.

They all agreed that they should try to summon the power again, but he’d been the one to push for another meeting today. It was true that they were running out of time, and the power might be the thing to save them, but he had to admit it wasn’t his main reason.

He was hoping the power would act the same way again and Max would allow him another taste of Liz.

Zan knew it was incredibly selfish, but he loved her and desired her so much, and he thought it might be the only way he’d have even a small part of her.

If the only way he could have Liz was with Max there too, then he would take it.

He really hadn’t minded Max being there at all.

He didn’t desire Max, and he knew Max didn’t want him. Neither of them wanted men in that way. All of their desire and longing had been focused on Liz, on giving her pleasure, on loving her.

It felt right, the three of them together.

Zan shook his head. It felt more than right, it had been so natural and complete. For the first time in his life, he’d felt like he was part of something special, like he belonged.

And maybe he just felt that way because he’d never been in love before, never been part of a real relationship, but he didn’t think so.

As crazy as it sounded, it felt like the three of them were supposed to be together.


Tess had never felt so alone in her life.

It seemed like everything she believed just wasn’t true.

She knew Max was infatuated with Liz, but she’d been so sure he would eventually turn to her. They were destined after all.

Her whole life Nasedo had told her how it would be. How Max would love her and they’d be together, but all he wanted was Liz.

And even though she’d given Kyle no encouragement, she had flirted with him, and she thought he’d always be there. But he had moved on to Ava so she didn’t even have anyone to occupy herself with until Max realized his true destiny.

Maybe she’d just choose some random guy at school. There were plenty of good-looking guys with killer bodies that could ‘scratch her itch’, but she would have liked it to be Kyle. She knew it would piss off Max if she slept with Kyle too.

She smiled as the bell in the hallway rang and watched from around the corner as Max and Liz exited from their classroom together.

They weren’t holding hands or touching or showing any signs they were back together. They were simply walking together, talking softly.

Max was still looking at Liz that way he did, like she was the only thing in the world, and Tess knew what they had done last night. At least she knew what had happened the few moments that she had watched. But Max and Liz still weren’t back together?

Tess’ brow wrinkled in confusion. What was going on?

She’d have to watch them together with Zan at practice today and see if she could figure it out.


All day Zan had hardly been able to contain himself, he was so eager to see Liz again at practice.

The day seemed to go by so slowly, and Zan counted the hours silently to himself. Every time he looked at the clock he would imagine where Liz was in her day. She was just leaving for school, she was in English, she was eating lunch.

Finally it was time for school to end, and he knew to expect her a few minutes later.

She would be coming with Max, but that didn’t even bother him now.

He felt Liz’s presence a moment before he heard the telltale sound of the Jeep outside.

Although he and Max and Liz hadn’t talked about the sexual aspect of their night, they had discussed their newfound powers. For now they had decided to keep it to themselves, at least until they had a better idea about what was going on.

So Zan couldn’t show the others yet that anything was different.

“They’re here,” Ava called out, and Zan waited a few seconds and then followed her downstairs.

Liz was just coming in with Max and Isabel, and Zan allowed his eyes to quickly skim over her before looking away. He felt his heart leap and desire filled him, but he controlled his face, careful not to show his excitement. It was just like any other practice, he told himself, over and over.

It would be over in an hour, and then his real day would begin.


Tess was eager to see how Zan, Liz and Max acted around each other, but she was disappointed. Zan supervised the group for a while and then they broke into smaller groups to practice like they always did.

Zan and Liz were together as usual, and Tess watched them carefully, but saw no signs that anything was different between them.

Then she turned her attention to Max, who was practicing with Michael. She thought Max would be keeping a close eye on Zan and Liz but he didn’t look at them once.

She was even more confused than ever.

Her attention was brought back to her own group as Isabel excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Tess took the opportunity to focus on the other thing on her mind.

She turned to Ava, “So you and Kyle are going out,” she said casually.

Ava smiled, her whole face softening. “Yeah, he’s great,” she said candidly. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

Tess pasted on a phony smile and nodded, hardly believing her ears. What was Ava thinking? She could have a king, but she was settling for Kyle?

“But what about you and Zan?” she asked Ava.

Ava shrugged. “There never really was a me and Zan. He tried, and I thought I loved him for a while, but it wasn’t working. I didn’t want to admit it for a long time, but there was always something missing.”

Tess’ eyebrows rose skeptically. “And you found that ‘something’ with Kyle?” She gave a giggle. “Sure he’s cute, but he’s just a human.”

“That doesn’t matter to me,” Ava said, shaking her head. “I’m happy with him, happier than I’ve ever been.”

“That’s great,” Tess said pityingly, not meaning a word.

Ava might have given up on Zan, but she wasn’t giving up on Max. She’d be there when he was ready to follow his destiny.

“And Zan doesn’t mind?” Tess asked.

Suddenly Ava had a feeling that Tess was really trying to get information about Zan and Liz. Zan had asked her not to say anything and she would keep her word, of course, but she wondered what Tess was up to.

Ava kept her smile in place and simply shrugged, answering Tess’ question.

“Why would he mind me going out with Kyle?” Ava said. “He just wants me to be happy.” She changed the direction of the conversation to focus away from Zan. “He even let me borrow his car to go see Kyle after practice.”

Tess nodded, but she couldn’t help thinking that Zan just wanted to get Ava out of the way so he could be free to pursue Liz.

Then Tess had another thought, and stepped closer to Ava, lowering her voice. She motioned to where Liz and Zan were standing. “Liz sure works fast,” she murmured.

Ava looked over at Liz and Zan practicing. “What do you mean?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well,” Tess said, watching her double closely, “first Liz was with Kyle, and then when Max saved her she switched to him, and then she dumped him, but totally kept him on the hook. He was begging her to take him back and then a couple of weeks ago she broke his heart and slept with Kyle. And now she’s moving on to Zan.” She giggled. “I think she’s trying to bed every guy in Roswell.”

She saw the surprised look on Ava’s face when she’d mentioned that Kyle slept with Liz but acted surprised. “Oh, I’m sorry. You did know that Kyle and Liz had sex, right?”

“Well,” Tess continued, not waiting for an answer, “I’m sure it didn’t mean anything.” She patted Ava’s arm. “It was just a one night thing as far as I know.”

Ava nodded silently, moving away, and Tess smiled. Maybe Kyle would be hers soon after all.

Throughout the rest of the practice Tess continued to take covert glances toward Max, Liz and Zan, but didn’t see anything unusual until it was time to leave.

Max had a brief conversation with Isabel, and then Isabel approached her.

“Hey Tess,’ Isabel started, “you don’t mind giving me a ride home do you? I hate riding on the back of Michael’s motorcycle.”

“Of course not,” Tess assured her. “But why isn’t Max taking you? Is he working?”

Isabel rolled her eyes. “He said he needs to run some errands.”

Tess motioned to Liz. “What about Liz?”

Isabel shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said disinterestedly. “I guess Zan will take her home. She’s staying for some extra practice or something.”

Tess slowly followed Isabel to the door. Michael was already on his motorcycle and Tess noticed that Ava was determinedly heading to Zan’s car. She was probably on her way to confront Kyle.

Max, Liz and Zan were standing, talking softly, and she realized they’d arranged to be alone together.

She had a feeling she knew what they’d be doing a few moments after everyone had left, and she had no desire to see it again.


Zan kept watch on the parking lot, waiting until all the vehicles had left. “They’re gone,” he said, turning to Max and Liz.

With a wave of his hand he turned three chairs into a sofa, motioning for them to take a seat. Zan sat on one end and Liz automatically took the middle seat, while Max was on the other end.

“How should we start?” Liz asked nervously.

Zan let his eyes skim over her again. He could feel the desire in her, and it almost took his breath away.

“I’ve been thinking,” Zan said gruffly, “it happened when we were all touching. So you and Max should connect and then you can bring me in and we’ll see what happens.”

Max nodded. “I had the same kind of idea. We’ll take it slow and see if we can control it.”

He offered Liz his hand. “You feel okay about this, right?”

She nodded, placing her hand in his. “Yeah. It’s kind of exciting.”

Max smiled softly. He too had high hopes that the power would be enough so Liz would give up the idea of him and Tess.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mind to her and the connection slid into place so easily that it made him gasp. He was deluged with images and feelings from Liz’s mind. He’d felt her desire all day but now it was overwhelming. And she didn’t just want him, she wanted Zan too, loved him.

Max thought he should feel jealous, but he didn’t. If anything, he felt curious.

Then he felt Liz’s guilt about Zan, and her worry that he would think less of her, or even hate her for it.

He squeezed her hand and spoke softly. “It’s okay,” he assured her.

Her eyes met his and he saw confusion along with the gratitude and relief.

Max was fairly confused himself. He didn’t understand any of what was going on. “We’ll figure it out.”

Liz nodded, and reached a hand out to Zan.

He took her hand and opened a connection to Liz, not knowing what to expect. A rush of images from both Liz and Max filled his mind along with their feelings. Quickly he sorted through their emotions about the situation and what had happened last night, and amazingly enough, neither Max nor Liz regretted it.

Zan was surprised for a moment but the feelings he got from Max and Liz explained everything. He clearly felt their emotions, and knew that they felt his. He could even feel the power inside them and their abilities. But what he didn’t feel was the energy surge like they had experienced last night.

Just as he had the thought, Max spoke.

“There’s no power.”

“No,” Zan agreed. “We must be missing something.”

“Well,” Max said, grinning sheepishly, “I was pretty mad.”

“But I wasn’t,” Zan said, “and neither was Liz.”

“But,” Liz said, thinking quickly, “we were all emotional for various reasons. Maybe the heightened emotions made us lose control of our powers.”

Max nodded, “That makes sense. We should try building up a little power inside ourselves while we’re connected.”

Zan concentrated just a small amount of power and he felt Max doing the same. Their power seemed to look for each other, fusing together, but nothing really happened until Liz was added to the mix. Her power joined with theirs, focusing it, and a surge of pure energy rushed through them.

All three of them gasped. And along with the power came overwhelming desire.

Zan’s thumb started to trace over the back of Liz’s hand. He wanted her so much, ached to kiss her, but he worked to keep himself focused.

He raised his free hand and directed the smallest amount of power toward a table with weights and some equipment on it. Everything seemed to shatter, bursting into thousands of pieces and flew apart.

The action surprised Zan and he immediately thought about stopping. And he was shocked when the pieces instantly halted their movement, revolving in mid-air for a split second and then rushed back together to reform the original shapes, looking exactly as they had before.

The whole thing happened so fast Zan wondered if it wasn’t just a hallucination he’d had, until Max and Liz both spoke at the same time.

“Wow,” they gasped. “How did you do that?”

Zan shook his head trying not to look at Liz to keep his concentration. “I have no idea,” he said, leaning into her so their bodies touched. “I just sent out a tiny blast and when I saw how destructive it was, I wished it back.”

Liz shivered with the contact, and her need for them echoed through the connection.

Max closed his eyes for a moment as he swayed toward her. He was working hard on controlling himself, but it was quickly slipping. Automatically his hand rose and he cupped her cheek, pressing his face to hers.

“There is so much power,” Max said, his voice gruff with desire. “I can feel it surging through us. If we could harness it. . .” he trailed off as his mouth met Liz’s.

It was if someone had set a spark to dry tender. Their desire broke free and there was a flurry of hands and lips as they struggled to get closer to each other.

Max kissed Liz like they had been apart for weeks and he was aware that Zan had swept her long hair aside and was devouring the back of her neck.

Automatically Zan’s hands went to the buttons on Liz’s shirt and he had them undone in moments. He pulled the shirt down her arms as his lips trailed across her naked back.

Max’s hand automatically moved to Liz lace-covered breast and he stroked her through the material as he kissed her.

Liz moaned with pleasure. It was wonderful having both of them touching her, but she wanted so much more. She ached for them, felt like she would go crazy if she didn’t have them.

She felt Zan move away and blindly reached for him. But he was only gone a second, and when she touched bare skin she realized he had taken off his shirt.

He pressed his naked chest to her back as he continued to kiss his way across her shoulders and then he started down her spine.

Max slipped inside her bra, cupping her soft fullness. He kissed her one final time before he took a second to toss aside his own shirt, and then dipped his head and took her breast into his hot mouth.

Liz cried out as Max sucked at the sensitive peak and arched into him as his tongue laved over her erect nipple.

At the same time, Zan used a twist of his fingers to release her bra. Liz turned to meet his lips and let her arms fall momentarily to slide the shoulder straps off.

Zan grasped her head, devouring her lips, and his other hand automatically went to her other breast. His rough thumb stroked over her nipple and he could feel the surges of electricity that rushed through her.

There was nothing he wanted more than to be a part of making her cum again. And he could feel exactly the same thing in Max’s mind.

Max’s hand was already stroking across her flat stomach, but this time he slid inside her jeans and panties, following her soft skin until he touched silky curls. Liz gasped, arching into him, grasping his shoulders.

He couldn’t stand it any more. She wanted him and he certainly wanted her. He left her breast to concentrate on unfastening her pants.

In moments he had them open, and kissed a trail down her stomach as he started to pull them off.

Zan was aware of what Max was doing as if he were doing it himself, and a sudden idea popped into his head. Without breaking the kiss with Liz, he waved his hand and instantly the sofa transformed around them.

They were sitting in the center of a large bed, and Zan lowered Liz back so she was lying beneath him.

Max stripped Liz’s pants down her legs, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose. He swallowed hard as he took a deep breath, trying not to rush.

He wanted to remember every moment and make sure that he gave Liz as much pleasure as possible.

Removing her shoes and socks, he took her pants completely off. He paused, looking up her body. She was naked except for a pair of small, lacy panties and her hair was spread out around her. She looked so incredibly sexy.

Zan was kissing her neck and he had one of her breasts in his hand but Max didn’t mind. He was simply giving Liz more pleasure. He didn’t even care that Zan was about to witness the most intimate act he and Liz had ever shared.

Max held Liz’s gaze as he grasped the top of her panties and started to pull them off. Her eyes were dark with desire and she lifted her hips to help him strip off her last piece of clothing.

He watched eagerly as he exposed her dark triangle of curls and practically held his breath as he pulled her panties lower. Liz had her legs parted slightly but it was enough for him to see the perfect flower shape of her sex.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

Tossing her panties aside, he moved up between her shapely legs, kissing and licking a trail to his ultimate goal. Gently he urged her legs even wider as he got closer to her core. He inhaled the sweet scent of her and saw that her lower lips were glistening with moisture.

Smoothing his hand up her thigh he slowly approached her center. With two fingers he lightly touched her, tracing around her succulent lips until he reached her clit. A surge of electricity rushed through her and she arched into his hand.

Concentrating on her nub, he stroked it again and again, and within moments Liz was gasping for air, her hips moving with him. He had made her cum yesterday by simply touching her clit, but he wanted much more this time.

He withdrew his fingers and she gasped in disappointment, but he leaned down, taking her tiny nub into his mouth. A small whimper escaped Liz as he explored her with his tongue and Max stored away her every reaction.

Slowly he moved down, licking her lower lips, tasting her essence, and she was so sweet that it made him greedy for more.

He dipped his tongue between her puffy lips, sampling every inch of her, urging her legs wider with his hands. She smelled and tasted better than anything he’d ever experienced and he wanted as much of her as he could get. He wanted to be buried between her soft thighs as she climaxed around him.

Finally he reached her center and slowly licked over her, making her whole body shake. He took a long lick from her core up to her clit, swirling around her sensitive nub before returning to her center, and slid his tongue inside her.

He only entered her about half an inch and then withdrew before doing it again and again. Liz’s gasps of pleasure quickly turned to moans and then whimpers. Moisture poured out of her and her fingers twined into his hair, her body moving with him, as she tried to bring him closer.

Max could feel Liz’s every sensation through the connection and knew she was quickly building to orgasm. He grasped her hips and plunged his tongue inside her deeper, going faster and harder.

Sliding his hand forward he brushed her clit with his thumb, bringing a more urgent sound from deep within Liz. He stroked her faster and felt her inner muscles pulse around his tongue. Her hand tightened in his hair and she flew over the edge.


Her legs clamped around his head and Max stayed inside her as the waves of the orgasm washed through her. He couldn’t believe how wonderful it was giving her pleasure, tasting her, having her sweet scent surrounding him.

Withdrawing his tongue, he kissed and licked her as he stroked her silky thighs. He had dreamed about this moment for so long, and the reality was so much better than anything he’d imagined. He never wanted to leave.

Her breathing slowed and she released his hair as her body went limp with the pleasure. Max smiled, knowing he had done it to her.

Liz felt like she had died and gone to heaven, with the two men she loved doing such incredible things to her. The sensations of their mouths and hands on her body made her feel hot and shivery, the pleasure building up until she couldn’t stand it. And when Max’s mouth had touched her hot core, she thought she might explode.

She had never experienced anything like it, and she wanted so much more.

Specifically, she wanted Zan.

Zan had continued to touch and kiss Liz as he watched Max pleasuring her. He’d heard Liz’s gasps and moans, and felt her body tighten as she had gotten closer to climax. With one hand he stroked over her hard nipple while he had her other breast in his mouth, stimulating as much of her as possible, and helping Max toward their goal of making their angel cum.

It was obvious how much Max and Liz wanted each other, even if he couldn’t feel it through the connection. And even though Max had just given her an incredible orgasm, he knew they both wanted more.

He thought Max would continue, stripping off the rest of his clothes and finally making Liz his, but he didn’t. His hands smoothed over her naked body possessively, but he climbed up the bed, settling by her side. She turned her head to him and they kissed passionately, both declaring their love simultaneously.

For the first time Zan felt unsure about his place with them. They’d allowed him to witness and participate in bringing Liz to orgasm and it was an experience he’d never forget. But he wanted the same pleasure of having his face buried between her legs, dipping his tongue inside her, making her react to his every touch.

He just wasn’t sure if they had the same thing in mind. But he could still feel Liz’s desire for him, and he wanted her so much that he was willing to risk it.

Starting out slowly he continued to kiss her breast as his hand caressed down across her stomach, over her hip and back again. Gradually he moved lower as he stroked her, finally reaching the juncture of her thighs.

Slowly he delved through her curls, going directly for her clit. Liz gasped as he touched her and as he felt her pleasure through the connection, his whole body tightened. He wanted to give Liz an incredible orgasm, but he paused where he was, lightly caressing her nub as he waited for any objections.

No one said anything, and Liz’s hips started to move with his hand as the sensations built inside her, making him even more confident.

His lips left her breast and he moved slowly down her body, kissing and licking across her stomach. He could feel every one of Liz’s reactions and he swore she was holding her breath in anticipation of having his mouth on her.

When he reached her silky curls he stopped and looked up, meeting Max’s eyes, asking for permission.

Max watched Zan touching Liz and again waited for jealously to fill him, but it didn’t come.

He knew that Zan wanted to give Liz pleasure in the same way he had just done, and he considered how he would feel. It seemed like it should bother him, but it didn’t. It was almost like Zan was an extension of himself that could give Liz pleasure, and that was all that mattered to him.

Max gave Zan a short, single nod.

Zan didn’t wait for Max to change his mind. He moved down the bed, smoothing his hands over Liz’s stomach and hips. He caressed her down one leg and up the other, settling between her thighs.

He noticed that Max had taken over his place kissing Liz’s breasts, and then he concentrated on Liz.

Lightly he stroked his thumb across her thigh to the center of her desire. He traced along the edge of her pussy lips, and couldn’t believe how beautiful she was.

Deeply he inhaled and the sweet scent of her arousal filled him, making him almost dizzy with desire. Dipping his head, he parted her lower lips with his tongue as he took a long lick from her core to her clit.

Liz moaned, her body jerking with the sensations that flashed through her, and Zan had a rush of satisfaction.

Using his thumbs he unsheathed her clit and closed his mouth over her. He swirled his tongue over her nub, gently grazing it with his teeth. Liz gasped and Zan felt like he had fire in his veins.

He was greedy to hear the sounds of her pleasure, but he didn’t want it to end too fast.

Flicking her clit a couple more time with his tongue, he stared to move lower. Taking small licks, he barely dipped between her velvety lips. She was so soft and sweet, she tasted like heaven.

He traced her core with the tip of his tongue and withdrew to take one of her succulent lips into his mouth and then the other. He sucked softly, licking her delicate flesh before releasing her, and then moved back to her clit. His tongue swirled around her nub, and the he took a long lick over the top, pressing hard.

Soft moans escaped Liz and her hand slid into his hair. He repeated his actions several times, exploring her, teasing her, and he could feel the effect he was having on her. Her desire built quickly and she was desperate for more of him.

Her hips moved against him and her hand tightened in his hair. She was gasping for breath and sweet juices flowed out of her. Zan lapped them up greedily, delving his tongue between her lips until he was at her core again.

Liz grasped at his head and angled her hips, arching up into him. She was trying to bring him inside, and Zan had never felt so wanted or so loved. He didn’t make her wait another moment.

She was so wet that his tongue slid easily into her, and he couldn’t help but notice how small and tight she was. He thrust into her deep, setting a steady pace inside her.

Her gasps instantly turned to soft whimpers and her hips moved with him as if she were riding his tongue.

Zan soothed her legs apart even farther, so he could go as deep as possible.

He increased his speed, angling the tip of his tongue up to hit her G-spot each time he withdrew.

Liz’s inner muscles started to pulse around him, and he could feel that she was getting close. Reaching around, he rubbed her clit in quick circles. She panted trying to catch her breath and her back arched as she came apart.

Immediately Zan withdrew, softly kissing and licking her pussy lips and continuing to stroke his thumb over her clit. With each touch Liz’s body spasmed as more jolts of pleasure rushed through her.

She was so sensitive and responsive that Zan wanted to start all over just so he could experience another of her orgasms. But he wanted much more than that.

He wanted to be inside her more than anything, thrusting his aching cock into her tight, liquid pussy, making her cum again and again.

But he was sure she was a virgin, and he didn’t want to rush her.

And Liz’s first time should be special, not on a makeshift bed in the practice room. And her first time should be with Max. He had saved her life, had loved her his whole life. Zan didn’t even know if Max or Liz would allow him to have sex with her. He was still amazed that they were including him so completely.

Zan stayed between her legs, laying his head on her thigh. Slowly he continued stroking over the incredibly soft skin of her legs and licking and kissing her lips and clit. He never had so much pleasure and he hadn’t even cum.

He never wanted to move, but after a few moments he was concerned that she might be getting cold.

Getting to his hands and knees he crawled back up the bed, placing a kiss on her flat stomach and then on her perfect breast before settling beside her. With a flick of his hand he used the power still rushing through him to bring his shirt to him. As it flew through the air he altered it into a sheet, spreading it over the three of them.

Liz reached over, touching his face, kissing him softly. “I love you,” she said.

Zan felt his breath catch in his throat. It was the first time she’d said it and his heart pounded as pure joy rushed through him. “I love you too, baby,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion.

She smiled and he leaned in kissing her lingeringly.

He didn’t know how he got so lucky. When he found his soulmate she already belonged to someone else, but she loved him anyway.


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, mature) Pt16 11/23

Post by RoswellOracle » Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:00 pm

Thanks for reading guys! And for the continual support.

Earth2Mama – that Tess, just can’t keep her mouth shut :lol:
Scorpio6 – poor Liz, stuck with the two hottest guys on Earth :twisted:
Alien_Friend – this is certainly a different Zan than I’ve written in the past, and I love how he is with Max and Liz too
Janetfl – I've been updating a lot :D
AlysLuv – hmmm, not telling :wink:
Roswellian love – Tess is a manipulative shrew :lol:
Moomin - :D


Part 17


Ava’s brow was creased in confusion as she drove to Kyle’s house. She just couldn’t figure out why Kyle never mentioned that he’d slept with Liz.

It’s not that Ava was jealous or expected Kyle to have been a monk before she met him. On the contrary, she knew he was experienced. It didn’t bother her that he had been with other women.

He’d been very open with her about his past and she knew he’d had other relationships. She even knew he’d dated Liz briefly before she was shot and healed by Max. But Kyle had never mentioned that they’d slept together just a few weeks ago.

She wasn’t mad at him, she just wondered why he hadn’t told her. And she wondered if Liz had told Zan.

Ava guessed not. She thought Zan probably would have mentioned it to her.

Pulling the Mustang into the Valenti driveway she turned off the engine. Gathering her few things she walked up to the door and knocked.

Maybe Kyle and Liz decided it was a mistake, Ava thought. Maybe they agreed just to put it behind them.

The door flew open a moment later, Kyle greeting her with a warm grin. He wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, baby,” he breathed.

Ava pressed herself against him automatically, and spoke in his ear the four words that men dread most. “We need to talk.”

Kyle pulled back, his smile dissolving as he searched her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked confused. He thought things were going great between them.

“Is your dad home?” she asked.

He nodded dumbly.

“Let’s sit in my car, where we can have some privacy,” she said.

A terrible feeling of foreboding rushed through Kyle. Was he losing Ava already? He was pretty sure he was falling for her.

He followed her to the car and got in the passenger seat, closing the door with a final-sounding thud, and turned to face her.

“Kyle,” she started, “what is going on with you and Liz, and why didn’t you tell me about her?”

Now Kyle was really confused. He shook his head. “I told you we dated before she got shot, and a little after, but she’s been a goner for Max since then.”

Ava’s brow creased. “Aren’t you conveniently forgetting that you had sex with her a couple of weeks ago?”

“What!?!” Kyle exclaimed, his voice rising unnaturally. “I never slept...”

He trailed off as he realized what he was saying. He had pretended to sleep with Liz, and she had asked him never to tell anyone. But he didn’t want to keep a secret like that from Ava.

“This is going to sound crazy,” he started, and then realized he was talking to a girl from another planet, “or maybe not.”

He ran his hands over his face. “I never slept with Liz,” he said.

“But Tess said,” Ava started.

Kyle nodded, cutting her off. “Yeah, everyone thinks we did, but it was all a setup. You see Liz came to me needing my help. She asked me to pretend that we were sleeping together so Max could catch us.”

“What?” Ava asked. “She wanted Max to catch you.”

“Yeah,” he continued, “and as far as I know, he still thinks we had sex. And before you ask me why, I have no idea. Liz wouldn’t tell me. But I kinda think it was get Max to leave her alone. He kept trying to get her back, and she kept saying no, but he wouldn’t give up.”

“And she thought that was the only way?” Ava asked incredulously.

“Like I said,” Kyle explained, “she seemed so desperate I just did what she asked, and then I wished I hadn’t, because she was miserable afterward, and Max…” he trailed off. “Man, I’ll never forget the look on his face. He was devastated. He looked like the world had ended.”

“But I promised her,” he said, “I promised I’d never tell anyone. I only told you so you wouldn’t think…” he trailed off. “I mean you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and we’re just starting…”

He was watching her closely. She still looked confused. “Ava, you can’t tell Max, please, I promised Liz.”

Ava met his eyes. “I won’t tell Max,” she said, but she was sure as hell going to tell Zan.

“So,” Kyle said uncertainly, “you and I, we’re okay?”

Ava smiled, touching his face. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me too,” she said, “just no more pretending to sleep with old girlfriends.”

Kyle felt the relief all through his body. “That’s a promise.”


Max, Liz and Zan laid together in the bed he created for over an hour, touching, kissing and talking softly. The connection was still active between them and the power had gradually lessened after Liz’s orgasms.

Zan rose up on his elbow so he could see both Max and Liz. “The power is incredible,” he said, still feeling the last remnants of it running through him, ‘but it looks like sex is part of it. Not that I’m complaining,” he said, grinning, “but we need to learn to control it. We can’t be stopping in the middle of a fight to,” he winked at Liz, “make Liz cum.”

She blushed and Zan chuckled, leaning down to kiss her head.

“Maybe if we get together everyday,” Liz suggested, “and practiced, it wouldn’t effect us so much.”

Max smiled, stroking her arm. “I certainly wouldn’t complain about doing this everyday,” he said, “but Liz are you prepared for the consequences? I don’t want you to rush into anything or do anything you’re not ready for.”

“The power is making our desires uncontrollable,” he continued, “and if we keep practicing we’ll be having sex in a matter of days, or less. We won’t be able to stop ourselves.” He kissed her temple. “And you shouldn’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

“But the power,” Liz argued, “it could save us all.”

Zan shook his head. “Max is right, we can’t do this unless you really want to have sex. The power isn’t worth it otherwise. You shouldn’t have to pay that price.”

His throat tightened as he made his next suggestion. “Maybe you and Max should talk about this alone, and figure out what you want to do. And if you decide to take that step with Max, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to control when the three of us get together to practice.”

“Zan,” Liz started softly, but Max cut her off.

“No Zan,” he said, coming to a sudden decision, “for whatever reason, the three of us are in this together. The power needs all of us. Liz loves you and wants you too, and it feels right when the three of us are together. It feels like we belong together.”

Zan couldn’t believe his ears. Max was actually inviting him to be in the relationship with them, to have sex with them. His eyes snapped to Liz’s and she nodded, smiling softly.

“I feel it too,” Zan said, “but I didn’t think you’d want me with you. It’s not exactly normal.”

Liz’s smile widened. “What’s so great about normal?” she teased. “And since when has anything in your life been normal?”

Zan nodded. “Never,” he said softly. “But usually it means something I can’t have or something I have to give up. It’s never meant I get exactly what I want.”

“I know how you feel,” Max said. “But this power means not only do we have a good chance of surviving, but we don’t have to depend on Tess to save us.” He touched Liz’s face. “Will you give up on the idea that I need to be with her? How could you even ask me to leave you after this?”

Liz nodded. “You’re right, I can’t. I don’t want to be without you. I love you too much.”

Max hugged her tightly. “We’re supposed to be together,” he said. “I’ve known it since the first time I saw you. My future self must have been an idiot to think I could give you up.”

Liz gasped as a sudden thought occurred to her. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Future Max,” she said breathily.

Max pulled back and both he and Zan focused on Liz.

“Oh,” she said, looking from one to the other, “don’t you see? I think Future Max intended that the three of us be together all along.”

She looked at Max. “It’s like you said, he must have known you’d never give me up. You’d never go to Tess. And we both said that all he accomplished with his plan was slowing down our relationship.”

She turned to look at Zan. “And he sent you here. He must have known what would happen between us. But if Max and I were already bonded together…”

Zan cut her off, picking up on her line of thought. “Yeah, if you had already gotten together you’d never accept me.”

Max nodded. “It makes perfect sense. He knew the three of us had to be together to access this power.”

Liz’s brow furrowed. “I guess he didn’t tell me the truth because he thought I’d never believe it.”

“I think,” Zan said, “it is one of those things you have to experience or it would never make sense. We had to live it to come to this point.”

“I agree,” Max said. “I would have thought it was insane if someone had just told me this was how it was supposed to be.”

“So what do we do?” Liz asked. “This whole thing is so strange. How do you have two relationships at the same time? Or maybe it’s just one big relationship? I mean am I dating both of you one at a time, or do all three of us go out together and do . . . um, everything together?”

Zan smiled. “We do whatever we decide is right for us. It’s our lives. We should live them the way we want.”

Max nodded. “We’ll just figure it out as we go.”

Liz smiled, blushing slightly. “I guess I’m just over-thinking this. But what are the others going to say about the three of us?”

Zan stroked over her breast as he kissed the side of her head. “Do you really care?”

“I don’t know,” Liz admitted.

She looked from Zan to Max. “It’s not that I’m ashamed or anything,” she assured them. “I don’t regret anything we’ve done. But they won’t understand.”

The blush on her face deepened. “And when we start having sex…” she trailed off.

“We don’t have to tell anybody,” Zan said shrugging. “It’s our business.”

“We probably should keep it to ourselves for now anyway,” Max suggested, “at least until we figure out the power. Then we can decide what we are going to tell them.”

He smiled. “I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep it quiet though,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I can hardly stop smiling.”

“Max is probably right.” Zan said. “Someone will notice something.” He winked. “We were hardly able to keep our hands off you before, and now it will only be harder,” he said, stroking over her breast again.

Liz reached out, touching both their chests and all three of them felt a surge in power. “Wow,” she gasped. “We need to start learning how to control this.”

“We have time now,” Zan said sitting up.

The sheet fell down, exposing his naked chest, and Liz felt a rush of desire.

Zan felt it through the connection and a smile raised one corner of his mouth as he looked at her. “If Liz can keep her hands off me,” he teased.

Max chuckled, kissing her head. “She can’t resist a ripped chest.”

Liz blushed, knowing she was caught. “You guys put your shirts on, and hand me my clothes, and we’ll just concentrate on practice.”

“Well,” Zan teased, gently pulling at the sheet, “this is my shirt, remember?”


Tess pouted as she stirred the straw around in her untouched shake.

Isabel suggested they go to the mall before heading home, and Tess had agreed.

For once she hadn’t enjoyed the shopping, but it’s not like she anything better to do.

She didn’t want to even think about what Zan, Liz and Max were doing. And she really didn’t want to go home and possibly see Kyle and Ava. So Isabel was her only other choice.

Isabel was really the only one out of the group who had shown her any friendship, but they weren’t close. And Tess guessed it was her fault. Isabel had been her friend before she knew who she was. But after Tess admitted that she had sent them the dreams, it had never been the same between them.

She thought the dreams would help Max, Michael and Isabel remember their past and who she was. But it hadn’t really worked. They were suspicious of her and even thought she meant to hurt them.

They were too human. They never understood how important they were, and how important their mission was.

None of them remembered their other life, and they didn’t want to go back home like she did. They didn’t remember how good it was to have everything they wanted, to rule a planet. If they did, they’d be fighting with her to get back.

But they liked their obscure human lives, with their human friends and lovers.

Somehow she had to help them remember, and make them understand.


After Zan, Liz and Max got dressed they practiced with the new power for more than an hour. The power wasn’t as strong as it had been earlier but they couldn’t believe how long it lasted.

They were just wondering if it was a permanent increase when it finally faded.

“Well,” Liz said, “we can get together tomorrow and try again.”

“We’ll have to be careful,” Max said, stroking her arm.

“Exactly,” Zan said. “We can’t let the power make us do anything you’re not ready for.”

“We’ve been able to stop so far,” Liz pointed out.

“But the desire is getting stronger everyday,” Max said. “And with the power added to that…” he trailed off.

“Liz,” Zan said, “we might have to stop if we can’t control it.”

Without even discussing it he knew that he and Max were on the same page about Liz’s sexuality. They both desired her but neither of them wanted her to agree to sex unless she desired them just as much and was completely okay with it.

“We love you,” Max continued, “and we don’t want you to feel pressured.” He kissed her temple. “You choose when you’re ready. We won’t let the power choose for you.”

Liz felt a rush of love for both of them and tears pricked her eyes. “Thank you,” she said, hugging Max and then Zan.

“We should get you home,” Max said.

Liz nodded. She turned to Zan, blushing. It was silly to be embarrassed after everything that had happened, but she couldn’t help her feelings. The whole thing was all so new.

Zan smiled. He knew it must be weird for her responding to two men, especially when one of them she’d thought was the love of her life. In the heat of the moment it was so natural, but with Max standing right next to them, watching them, he didn’t blame her for hesitating.

And he wanted her to be completely comfortable with him, so he’d let her come to him when she was ready.

He cupped her cheek. “I love you, baby.”

She smiled and hugged him tightly. Zan wrapped his arms around her and she let her body melt into him as the tension left her. “I love you too,” she breathed.

Zan kissed her softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” she said.

He released her and nodded at Max, who nodded back. They had come a silent understanding about Liz. They accepted each other because they both wanted to be with Liz, and they both wanted to make her happy.


Ava only stayed at the Valenti house a couple of hours before heading home. She couldn’t get Kyle’s words out of her mind.

When she got home, the practice room was dark, and she went upstairs, finding Zan in the kitchen making a sandwich.

He was smiling, and she hated to tell him her news because she didn’t know how he would take it.

“How was your date?” he asked in between bites.

Ava smiled. “Good.”

“Ummmm, Zan,” she started, “did Liz ever tell you anything about her relationship with Max?”

Zan’s brow creased. He was sure Ava didn’t know the truth, but maybe she had figured out something wasn’t quite right.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well,” Ava said, “I was talking to Tess and she told me that Liz slept with Kyle about a month ago, so I asked him if it was true. But he said they never slept together. Liz asked him to pretend that they did to set up Max to find them in bed.”

Zan felt a rush of relief. Liz and Max had told him about it already.

Ava continued. “I just wondered if Liz told you because I knew you were so hurt.”

Zan nodded. “She told me.”

Ava looked relieved. “I know it’s none of my business, but…” she trailed off.

Smiling, Zan got up and gave her a one-arm hug. “Thanks for having my back,” he said sincerely.

But his attention was focused elsewhere. He was interested in the fact Tess had felt the need to tell Ava that her boyfriend had slept with Liz. Tess must be really hurting if she was trying make everyone around her miserable. He thought it was about time someone talked to her.

“I just thought,” Ava started again, “that maybe Liz really doesn’t want to be with Max, and that’s why she tried to get rid of him. So maybe she could be with you.”

“Maybe,” Zan agreed.


Max took Liz home and he spent the next couple of hours in the Crashdown while she helped with the dinner rush. Then afterward they went up to her room to do their homework together, but Liz was having a hard time concentrating.

Thoughts rushed through her mind, but she didn’t say anything until Max was leaving.

She turned to him. “Max,” she started softly, “are you really okay with this?”

He didn’t need to ask what she was talking about. His brow creased as he had a thought. “Are you?”

“Max,” Liz started softly, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to either. You’re not just including Zan because you think it’s the only way we can be together, are you?”

Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. “I would do absolutely anything to be with you,” he said, “but I’d never let Zan touch you unless I was completely okay with it.”

He shook his head. “It isn’t how I imagined it would be between us. And I thought I might be jealous, but the truth is I’m not.” A soft blush colored his cheeks. “I liked seeing him with you. Seeing him pleasure you, and your reactions, made me want you even more.”

Liz was surprised but pleased, and she nodded as Max continued. “And it’s like I said before, it feels like he’s part of us.”

She nodded. “That’s how I feel too, but I wanted to make sure that you really weren’t going to get hurt.”

Max smiled. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

Leaning in he kissed her tenderly. “We’re going to be together, just like I’ve always wanted.”

“Yes, we are,” she said, holding his eyes. “Max, I want to be with you completely. Both of you. I’m ready.”

He searched her face. “Are you sure? You don’t have to rush into anything.”

She nodded. “Today it felt so right. I’ve wanted you for so long, and it’s been building inside me. I want you more every day and I dream about you every night.”

She took his hand. “Max, now that we know we can be together, I don’t want to wait any longer.”


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, mature) Pt17 12/4

Post by RoswellOracle » Tue Feb 16, 2010 3:37 pm

Sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ve been ‘under the weather’ so to speak, for the last couple of months. But feeling much better, and starting to write again, so hopefully we’ll get back to regular updates. YEAH!

A huge thank you to everyone who nominated this story, and voted for it in the awards. I am always so humbled that people like my writing and take the time to support it.

Thanks to all of you, it was voted -
Best Lead Character Portrayal in a UC Fic - for Zan
Favorite Portrayal of a Dupe - for Zan
Best Dupe Fanfic

And huge thank you for all the feedback and the bumps while I was away.
Roswellian love


Part 18


(Thursday, November 9)

Liz danced around her bedroom as she got ready for school, feeling lighter than she had in months. Finally she was happy. She was going to be with the two men she loved.

The orgasms they had given her yesterday dampened her desire for a while, but now she wanted them just as much as she ever had. She didn’t have to wait any longer. After school she was finally going to give in to her desire for them.

She had felt so hopeless for so long. She had even resigned herself that she would never really be happy. It seemed like she was in an impossible situation.

To save the world she’d been willing to do what Future Max had said and give up her dreams, and give up Max. But it didn’t have to be that way. Max didn’t have to be with Tess.

Future Max hadn’t intended Max to be with Tess at all. He’d only wanted to stall their relationship until Zan arrived.

She couldn’t imagine how Future Max had known, but she was so happy things turned out this way.

A crease of concentration wrinkled her brow. How did Future Max know she was supposed to be with Max and Zan?

Or did he?

A sliver of doubt entered her mind. They had assumed that Future Max had stalled her relationship with Max, but what if they were wrong?

Of course they wanted it to be true, and maybe that had clouded their judgment.

They had no proof, only the feeling that it was completely wrong for Max to be with Tess. Max had always believed he was meant to be with her, and Liz had come to believe it herself. What if they had just convinced themselves of Future Max’s true intentions because that’s what they wanted?

Liz shook her head, pushing her doubts aside. No, they weren’t wrong. They couldn’t be. It all made sense.

She wasn’t going to second-guess herself any more or worry about what might happen. They had no idea of what the future held for them. She was just going to trust her instincts and allow herself to be happy.


(New York, NY)

Lonnie was frustrated. She had been spending a lot of time with Nicholas, but he still hadn’t told her anything more. She was sure there was something big he was keeping from her, and he took great pleasure in teasing her with hints and bits of information.

But she was running out of time. The summit was coming up and they needed the info before it started so they would be in a better position to negotiate.

Lonnie had been subtly using her powers on Nicholas the last few times they had gotten together, to see if he could tell. But so far he hadn’t said anything.

Her special power was being able to plant suggestions in people’s minds, and she really needed it now. She had decided to try the full force of her power on Nicholas and hopefully he would give up the secret he was keeping from her.

Moving closer to him, she stroked his arm. The skin-to-skin contact would give her powers an even bigger boost.

Pushing a steady amount of power into him, she leaned forward, speaking into his ear. “So General, is there anything you want to tell me.”

He seemed to think for a moment and then shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

She tried more power, willing him to trust her and want to confide his secrets in her. Once again she spoke. “You do want to tell me something.”

Nicholas’ brow creased in concentration. “No,” he said. “I can’t think of a thing.”

Recklessly, Lonnie pushed all of her power into him. “Tell me what you’re hiding,” she demanded.

Nicholas nodded. “Yes, there is something.”

Lonnie leaned even closer. “What is it?”

He paused and then shook his head. “No, I was wrong. I’m not hiding anything.”

She nearly snarled with anger. She was being her most persuasive and it still had no effect on him.

Suddenly he laughed. “You didn’t really think that would work on me, did you? You didn’t think I’d feel your pathetic power.”

Alarmed, she started to pull her hand back, but he roughly grabbed her wrist. “In too deep, Lonnie?”

“Nicholas,” she purred, trying to calm him, but he cut her off.

“Why don’t you just ask me what you are so obviously dying to know?” he sneered.

She’d lost her best hope of tricking him. Instantly she decided she didn’t have anything to lose by just asking. “What is so special about the Granolith?”

“I told you…” Nicholas started.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re full of shit. You want that thing way too much for it to just be a religious artifact. You’re not the religious type.”

He held her gaze, thinking quickly and finally shrugged. It didn’t really matter if she knew the truth. Maybe she would even help him. “Okay,” he said, “we don’t know what it is exactly. The Granolith has been around for millennia and no one remembers its origin. But we found a way to access the power inside it, and it has become a symbol of the true king.”

Lonnie nodded, digesting the information. “And if Khivar has it, he thinks his kingship won’t be questioned.”

“Exactly,” Nicholas confirmed. “This war has been raging for over fifty years, and as powerful as Khivar is, it’s taking a toll on him.”

“So,” Lonnie continued, “if we get rid of Zan and get you this Granolith then Khivar will be doubly protected. The rebels will have no one to fight for.”

She met his eyes. “Where is the Granolith? You don’t have it, and we don’t, unless you think Zan knows where it is.”

Nicholas shrugged. “I was hoping you knew, but we can ask your brother when he gets back.”

“Zan’s been gone a while,” he continued casually. “You have talked to him, right? When is he coming back?”

“Of course I’ve talked to him,” Lonnie lied. “He and Ava are just having some fun, but he’ll be back in time.”

“Right,” Nicholas said sarcastically, holding her eyes. “I don’t know what is going on with Zan, but don’t even think about trying to double-cross me. I’ve got spies everywhere, and anyone standing against me and Khivar will get what’s coming to them.”

Lonnie nodded, seeing how serious he was. “Don’t worry,” she purred. “I want my brother dead just as much as you do.”


To Liz it seemed like the school day lasted forever, but finally it was over. Max met her at her locker after their classes, and together they went to the Jeep.

The desire had been building inside Liz all day until it felt like it was humming through her. She was flushed and hot and it seemed as if her whole body was pulsing. She was drawn to Max, barely able to keep her hands off him.

And she wasn’t the only one who felt it. When they were alone in the Jeep he’d caressed her skin, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Liz, I want you so much.”

He hadn’t stopped touching her the few minutes journey to Zan’s place. As they exited the Jeep, Max and Liz came together, linking hands, and walked to the door where Zan was waiting for them.

Zan had felt Liz’s desire all day too and when he saw her, he reached out touching her arm, and she instantly moved into his embrace.

His warm, hard body pressed against hers caused an ache deep inside her that left her breathless. If she hadn’t already decided to sleep with them, the sensations inside her would have left her with no choice.

“Is Ava here?” asked Max, looking around.

“No,” Zan said, keeping one arm wrapped around Liz’s shoulders. “She’s out with Kyle. We have the place to ourselves for hours.”

“Zan,” Liz spoke up, getting his attention, “I’ve made a decision” she said huskily. “I don’t want to wait any more. I want to be with you both.”

He focused on her face. “Are you sure?”

Liz nodded. Max had been asking her the same thing since she’d told him. “Yes,” she said, grinning. “I’m more than sure.”

A soft smile raised the corners of Zan’s mouth as he worked to control his own desire. “Well we have to figure out where to go,” he said. “You deserve so much better than the practice room. Somewhere special.”

His smile dimmed. “But we have to be careful. We don’t know what might happen.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Max agreed, reaching out to touch Liz’s arm. “What if we went to a hotel and melted it to the ground or something. And my house is out because my parents are there, and the same with Liz’s.”

Liz smiled. They were both so sweet and caring. “I don’t care where we go,” she said, blushing slightly. “I just want to be with you.”

She turned to Zan. “What about your room?”

“It’s not…” he started, but Liz cut him off. She didn’t want to wait another minute.

“You have a bed, right?” she asked, smiling.

Zan was almost speechless. Liz didn’t care about room service or being treated like a princess, she just wanted to be with them. “Yeah, baby, he said, “I have a bed.”

Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her lips to his. “Then what are we waiting for?”

For maybe the first time in his life Zan felt flustered. “Umm, right,” he stuttered, “just give me a second to pick up.”

He kissed her quickly and then dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Liz turned to Max, moving into his arms and kissing him. “Come on,” she said, pulling him backwards.

Max smiled. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” she said.


Zan skidded to a halt in the doorway of his room, looking at it critically. With a swipe of his hand he tossed all the clutter and clothes laying on the floor into his closet. With another burst of power, he made the bed and freshened the room.

Liz might not care about her first time being special, but he did. Grabbing a handful of magazines off his bedside table, he altered them into several different-sized candles. Placing them around the room, he just finished lighting them and pulling the curtains closed as Max and Liz came in.

Max glanced around the room and then met Zan’s eyes, nodding in approval.

The light of the candles illuminated everything in the room with a soft glow. Liz smiled. “It’s perfect.”

She felt so wanton but completely loved by the two wonderful men. Holding out a hand to Zan, she turned to Max kissing him hungrily. Zan took her hand, quickly closing and locking the door before pressing his body to hers, and his lips met the back of her neck.

Max cupped her cheek as their kisses rapidly got out of control.

Liz’s hands slipped under the hem of his shirt caressing his chest and it made him impatient for skin-to-skin contact.

He broke the kiss, pulling his shirt over his head, and then he reached for Liz’s buttons. Quickly he got them undone and stripped her blouse down her arms. Leaning in again he went directly for her neck.

She arched back, giving him access, gripping at his head.

Zan took advantage of Liz’s free lips, turning her head gently to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her and she tangled one hand in his hair, pulling him closer.

His hands slid up her sides, stroking her silky skin before cupping her lace-covered breasts.

Liz’s fingers found the collar of Zan’s t-shirt in back, and she tugged at it, pulling it up.

Zan took the hint and used one hand to reach back and rip the shirt over his head, only separating his lips from hers for a second. Instantly they continued the kiss.

Max used a twist of his fingers to release Liz’s bra clasp and nipped at her neck as he slid the straps down one of her arms and then the other. Then he dipped his head, going directly for her breast. He took her soft mound into his mouth, his tongue laving over her peak.

Liz moaned into Zan’s mouth and he reached around cupping her other breast, stroking her.

Kneeling down, Max kept Liz’s breast in his mouth as his hands slid down her stomach, going for the fastening on her jeans. He had them open in a matter of seconds and pulled them and her panties down her legs.

Zan knew what Max was doing and broke the kiss with Liz. He held her hips, steadying her as Max lifted each of Liz’s legs, as he removed her clothes, socks and shoes.

She stood naked before them and Max took a moment to let his eyes roam over her. He wanted her so much and it felt so good that he didn’t have to hold back. But at the same time he also wanted to slow down and make sure it was good for Liz.

“You’re so beautiful,” Max whispered.”

Liz smiled and reached for him, pulling him to his feet. Her hands went to the fastening of his jeans.

Zan spoke up. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

“What?” Liz asked turning toward him.

Zan smiled. “You and Max don’t want an audience for your first time, baby. It’s okay, I understand.”

Liz shook her head, grasping his arm, but Max spoke for both of them. “Zan, it’s the three of us now.”

Zan met Max’s eyes and understanding passed between them.

He’d had some doubts about how much Max would allow him to be with them, but Max was accepting him completely into their lives.

“Okay,” Zan said.

He smoothed one hand down Liz’s stomach stopping just above her triangle of dark hair. “Of course you’ll be with Liz first,” Zan said, “but there’s one thing I can do for her.”

His hand glowed briefly in the dim light and Liz felt a warm, tingling sensation inside her. Instantly she knew what he’d done. Zan had taken away the pain she would have experienced.

Turning, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

He winked at her. “Go get him, baby.”

With a wave of his hand he turned his bedside table into a chair. It seemed weird that he was going to sit and watch Max and Liz have sex. But they had invited him to do so, and it felt right. He even felt like he should be participating, and maybe he would, another time.

But this time was all about Liz.

Again Liz reached for Max’s belt and he pressed his head to hers, stroking her arms as she opened his belt and pants. “I love you, Liz,” he whispered. “And I want this to be perfect for you.”

She leaned in kissing his chest. “I love you too, and the only thing I need to make this perfect is you inside me.”

Max shivered with a rush of desire and his cock hardened painfully. Liz was so sexy and she wanted him so much. He’d have to use all his concentration to make sure their first time was good for her.

Liz pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor and her eyes dipped down to see him for the first time. She blushed slightly but moved into him and they both gasped with the skin-to-skin contact.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and kissed her head. “Lie down on the bed,” he rumbled.

She kissed his chest and did as he said, and then watched as he removed his shoes and socks. Once again his eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her creamy skin before he joined her. He laid next to her and she smiled at him. It was just like he’d been dreaming about for months.

Reaching out he cupped her cheek, caressing her skin down her neck and arm, stroking over her hip and back up to her breast. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of touching her.

Liz leaned in pressing her lips to his. Her hand smoothed over his chest and around to his back, holding him close.

The kiss quickly got out of control, and with Liz’s naked body pressed to him, Max felt like he wanted to eat her alive. His lips left hers, nipping and sucking at the soft skin on her neck, making Liz moan and writhe beneath him.

But it only made him greedy for more.

He moved over her, sliding one of his legs between hers. Kissing down her chest, he took her prefect breast into his mouth, circling her hard nub with his tongue. His hand grasped her other breast and he stroked his thumb over her tip, repeating the same motion.

Liz gasped with pleasure, arching into him. She grasped his neck, holding him close, going crazy with desire.

Max settled fully over her, and she held him between her thighs. His erection pressed against her, and they rocked together. A smoky, seductive sent reached his nose and he knew it was Liz’s arousal. He could feel the slickness at her core and sensed she was completely ready for him.

It was the most powerful, amazing thing he’d ever felt, to know he had done it to her. She loved and wanted all of him.

“Please, Max,” she gasped.

He wanted to slowly explore every inch of her, kissing and licking her silky skin, but that could wait for another time. There was something urgent in Liz’s tone, and he felt the overwhelming need to be joined with her completely

Cupping her cheek, he held her eyes as he moved down slightly and then slowly started to push inside her. He watched her carefully, noting every movement of her features to make sure he wasn’t causing her pain. But as their bodies joined, so did their minds.

Suddenly they were deluged with images and emotions from each other, and instead of trying to guess what Liz was feeling, he was experiencing it with her.

He could tell the sensations were different than she expected. With him inside she felt full and stretched, and he could feel how pleasurable it was for her. He could also feel that his solid length filling her dampened her desire for a moment, but the friction of his movement made her want even more.

For him, being inside her was just as amazing. Her liquid heat surrounded him and she held him so tightly. The motion as he slid into her was like nothing he’d ever felt, as her soft inner walls enveloped him.

He stopped when he was completely inside to give her time to adjust to him, and to give himself a moment to find some composure so he didn’t climax immediately.

His eyes were still locked with Liz’s and a rush of love passed between them.

Max wanted the moment to last forever but he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold on to his control for very long. He just hoped he could bring Liz to orgasm before he came.

And then Liz’s answer was in his mind. Just feeling you is wonderful, she said with a smile. And we can always work on your stamina together another time.

He grinned back, feeling some of the pressure on him lessen, but he still wanted to make sure that she climaxed first.

Slowly he started to withdraw. A gasp left Liz’s lips and he groaned with the sensations. It was more amazing than he could have imagined.

Her naked body was under him, every inch of their skin touching as they slid together. Her hard nipples raked across his chest and her small hands grasped at his back and neck, holding him close. Her silky thighs tightened around him and her core pulsed around his cock.

So many sensations, so much pleasure, it was hard not to give in to it, but he tried to focus on Liz and what she needed.

I need you, she whispered in his mind.

He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly as he slid back inside her, eagerly watching her reactions.

A soft smile raised her lips and her heavily-lidded eyes widened slightly as he changed directions. He felt her breath catch and the accompanying jolt of pleasure that rushed through her, and it made him eager to give her more.

She was so wet that he slid easily inside her despite the snug fit, and he settled into a slow rhythm.

Her fingers tightened on his back and her hips started to move with him, matching his pace, and for long moments they rocked together.

As the pleasure built in both of them they began to move faster and faster, staying perfectly in sync with each other. Liz’s breaths turned to gasps and her core squeezed his cock as her back arched. Her whole body seemed to be tightening around him.

He knew she was getting close, he could read it in her reactions and feel it through the connection. He was holding on to his own control by a thread and gritted his teeth.

Just a little more, he told himself. Just a little more.

“Max,” she moaned. “Oh Max!”

His name on her lips nearly sent him over the edge. His cock twitched inside her but he stubbornly didn’t allow himself to come. Instead he met and held her gaze as he sped up even more. He wanted to be looking in her eyes as he gave her the ultimate pleasure.

As Liz felt the sensations overwhelm her, she instinctively reached out to Zan, and he took her hand.

Instantly he was pulled into the connection with Max and Liz and he felt their climaxes approaching as if it was his own.

Liz’s own pleasure intensified as she touched Zan, like a flash of electricity rushing through her body. With just a few more strokes, Liz’s inner muscles clamped down on Max’s cock and she came apart in his arms.

He instantly lost control, exploding deep within her. A harsh groan escaped him as his hips pumped into her several more times and he emptied himself completely. He collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck as he gasped for air.

Liz was completely wrapped around him, her small hands were still clutching his back, and he’d never felt closer to her.

He could feel Zan in their connection too, but instead of being an intrusion, he just felt like a part of them.

“I love you,” Max whispered in her ear, between kisses on her neck. He pulled back just enough to see her eyes and stroked her cheek as he said it again. “I love you, Liz.”

A bright smile crossed her face. “I love you.”

He smiled too. “I can’t believe we’re together, finally making love.”

“I know,” she said. “I didn’t think it would ever happen. But I’m glad it did,” she said as her smile widened. “It was incredible.”

Leaning down, Max took her breast in his mouth, laving her hard nipple. He felt a flash of intense pleasure rip through her, and her body arched back as she gasped.

He loved that he could effect her so much, and he wanted to spend hours just caressing her to see her reactions.

Possessively he stroked her skin, loving that he could touch her the way he’d always wanted. He kissed her lingeringly, and her hands twined in his hair. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

After everything that had come between them and tried to tear them apart, finally they were together. For long moments they simply touched and kissed, savoring the closeness.

Liz was feeling the same way, and she held him to her. “We’re together now,” she said, smiling. “We can do this as much as we want.”

“Yeah,” Max agreed. “And the connection,” he said, “I could feel everything you did, and we could talk through it.”

He tuned to Zan. “Did you hear us?”

“No,” Zan said, still grasping Liz’s hand, “but I wasn’t in the connection with you.”

How about now? Liz asked silently, gently squeezing his hand.

Yes, Zan answered her the same way, I can hear you. He looked at Max, who nodded too.

“We should do some experiments,” Liz said excitedly, “to see if it still works when we’re not touching, and how far…”

“Another time,” Max said, cutting her off with a grin. “Today is just about the three of us.”

Max wanted to stay inside her forever, but reluctantly he pulled out, kissing her again.

He rolled off her, knowing she was going to make love with Zan, but he felt excited about watching them. With a smile he got off the bed, and nodded to Zan where he was sitting.

Zan gave him a single bob of his head and got up, moving to sit on the bed next to Liz. Stroking her cheek.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

Leaning in, he kissed her. He meant it to be a soft kiss, but seeing her and Max together had practically driven him wild, and the kiss quickly turned hungry.

Liz pulled Zan to her, loving the feel of his naked chest against her. Max had satisfied her wonderfully, but a hunger was growing inside her again just for Zan.

She smoothed her hands over his chest and back, exploring him. Then she separated her body away from him just enough to reach the fastening on his jeans. For a moment she fumbled with the buttons as she attempted to open them while her lips crashed with Zan’s

Finally she had them undone, and gripped the waistband, tugging at it. The ache inside her was growing urgent again.

Zan could feel her desire for him and stripped off his jeans and boxers with one hand, eager to be inside her. He kicked off his boots along with his clothes and settled over her. His hard length pressed against her core and he growled with the sensation.

Breathing hard he told himself to slow down. No matter how much they wanted each other it was Liz’s first time and he needed to be gentle with her. He also wanted to touch and kiss all of her, savoring her and the experience.

His lips found her neck, sucking and licking her delicate skin. He knew she loved it, and her head fell back giving him more room. His hand went to her breast and he circled her tip with his thumb, making it draw to a tight point.

Kissing a trail down her neck and chest he moved between her soft mounds. He licked the underside of one breast, slowly going up until he reached her rigid nipple, then he closed his mouth over her, sucking her sensitive skin.

She gasped, and her hands tightened on his head, holding him in place. He loved that such a simple touch could give her so much pleasure.

He flattened his tongue, drawing it across her hard nipple in long stroke before brushing his chin stud against it.

A jolt of energy shocked through Liz, and her hips started to move against him. She gripped his back tightly and writhed under him as he continued to suck and lick her breast.

Oh, he wanted her so much!

Moving back up he met her lips again, kissing her tenderly.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asked.

He knew she wanted him, but he didn’t want her to give herself to him unless she was absolutely positive. There were so many complications; her relationship with Max, what her friends would think, how she would feel about herself.

“I love you, Zan,” she said. “I want to be with you.”

He held her eyes. “Once we do this, there’s no going back,” he said. “We’ll belong to each other.”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He felt a rush of relief and love. Finally he would be with her completely.

Holding her eyes he positioned himself at her core. “I love you,” he said. He had never been so sincere, never meant anything more than he did at that moment. “I’ll always love you.”

He had wanted this since the first moment he’d seen her, and he couldn’t believe it was happening. Slowly he slid inside her, and it felt like he was finally coming home.

Then the connection opened between them, and Zan was surrounded completely by Liz. She held him inside her body, her arms wrapped around him, and her memories and feelings were rushing through his mind. He could feel her love and desire for him so clearly.

He’d had sex with a few women during the breaks in his on-again off-again relationship with Ava, but with Liz it felt like his first time. It truly felt like he had never been with a woman before, and he knew it was because he’d never been in love before.

Stopping deep inside her, he paused to savor the sensations.

Liz was a virgin and he expected her to be tight, but she parted to envelope him perfectly and held him like they were made for each other. She was so wet, and her core already pulsed around him. She was so responsive to him, he was going to enjoy giving her as much pleasure as he could.

Kissing her again, he started moving.

Slowly he inched out of her and then reversed directions, sliding back inside, all the time watching Liz’s face. She gasped as the sensations flashed through her, her hands tightening on his back, and her hips lifted in to his.

Zan couldn’t believe how good it was. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Everything seemed more pleasurable, more intense.

You are amazing, he said silently.

Liz blushed, but smiled. You’re the one who’s amazing.

He sped up slightly, drawing a moan from her. Through the connection he could feel how incredible it was for her too, and he wanted to give her even more.

His hand found her breast and he stroked slowly over her hard tip, sending shocks of electricity through her. His lips brushed hers, teasing her with soft kisses.

Liz squirmed under him as her pleasure built, her hips moving to meet his strokes.

Once again she reached out to the chair, where Max was now sitting, grasping for his hand. She felt the need to be touching both of her men, and as Max intertwined his fingers with hers the intensity of her pleasure jumped.

She arched back, suddenly changing the angle of her hips and Zan slid even deeper inside her. And even though he was experienced, he felt his control slipping.

He started moving faster, careful to make sure of Liz’s reactions, but he needn’t have worried. He could feel that she loved it.

Her small hand skittered across his back, trying to hold on to anything, and her breath was coming in gasps. With each of his strokes her hips rose to meet him, and her body was tightening, bowing back. Her inner muscles pulsed around him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

With just a few more of his strokes the orgasm took her suddenly, and Zan watched greedily as her body arched and she flew over the edge. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He wanted to make her come again and again, so he could watch her, but he didn’t want to seem like he was trying to outdo Max. There would be other times, he told himself, when he could spend hours bringing her to climax. So he simply allowed himself to cum into her, growling his complete satisfaction.

Never had he given or received so much pleasure and he knew it was because he was so much in love.

As she came down, he caressed her neck and chest, watching her every reaction.

Gradually her breathing and heartbeat calmed as the intensity of her climax lessened.

Her hair was fanned out around her wildly, her skin was flushed and glistening with moisture. She had a warm, satisfied smile on her lips, and her eyes were soft and sleepy. She looked like she had been well loved.

Reaching up, she touched his cheek as she spoke silently. I have been well loved.

Zan was surprised. He hadn’t realized he’d said it through the connection.

I couldn’t exactly hear it, Liz told him, but I could feel what you meant.

So could I, Max said. I could feel how much you love her, and I’m glad. She deserves the best.

Zan nodded. Yes she does.

He pulled out of her, and rolled to her side. Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed her again.

The bed dipped on the other side, and Zan knew Max had joined them.

Liz turned to touch his face, and pressed her lips to his. She reached for Zan’s hand and spoke to both of them. “Today was wonderful. You were both,” she grinned, “wonderful.”

They settled together, Max and Zan caressing and kissing her. Liz smoothed her hands over Zan and then Max, concentrating on each of them in turn. All of them felt sated and complete.

“So you don’t regret anything that happened?” Max asked, stroking her neck.

“Not at all,” Liz assured them, looking from one to the other. “I loved every minute.”




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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L,Z/L, adult) AN 3/1

Post by RoswellOracle » Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:14 pm

Hey guys. Thank you so much for sticking in there with all the support and the bumps. I’m still getting back up to speed, but I’m writing!. :D

Earth2Mama – Liz is certainly living my dream!
Alien_Friend – I liked the idea that they could all be together. You don’t often see it in a non-AU fic. I think it is an interesting direction to explore in the show canon with the characters we know. Great idea!
Roswell3053 – reading smut at work can be dangerous ;)
Totallizfan – oh no, not polar! No polar here! :D just lots of double dipper goodness!
Egyptian_Kiss – it is interesting you say that about Liz. I never saw her that way. On the show she was very flirty, made the first move a few times, and was fairly aggressive with Max. Of course, who wouldn’t be with all of that male deliciousness before you. :twisted:

I definitely wanted to make this Zan a little different, still cocky, but out of his element and a bit unsure. And he needs to be his own person, similar to Max but different, and he has to be someone Liz could fall for right away.


Part 19


Lonnie and Rath sat at the table over several cartons of Chinese take-out. Rath stuffed a large shrimp into his mouth and then pointed at Lonnie with his chopsticks.

“So you think Nicholas was telling the truth?”

She nodded. “What he did tell me, yeah. But I think he’s still holding back. They want that Granolith back now for a reason.”

Rath grabbed a large amount of noodles and leaned back, dropping them into him mouth, and then talked around the food as he chewed. “Nicholas told you it’s because the war’s going bad,” he said. “Isn’t that enough reason?”

Lonnie shrugged. “I think the war’s going a lot worse than Nicholas let on. Maybe Khivar needs that Granolith to keep his position.”

Rath looked up. “So if we had it, we’d have a huge bargaining chip.”

“Exactly,” Lonnie said. “And Zan must know where it is, because no one else does.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us,” Rath sneered. “Was he hoping to make a deal of his own?”

“Or maybe use it to kick Khivar’s ass,” Lonnie speculated. “But whatever he was planning, we need to talk to him. With that Granolith we can negotiate an end to this war and a return trip home.”

“Khivar ain’t gonna let Zan come back,” Rath scoffed, “no matter what kind of deal we make.”

Lonnie smiled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

Rath nodded.

“We need Zan to give us the Granolith, and he has to be at the summit, but after that,” she trailed off significantly.

Putting down his chopsticks, Rath picked up her phone, holding it out to her. “You should call him now, and see what he says.”

Lonnie took the phone, but sat, thoughtful. “We’ll have to be careful. We don’t want my dear brother to get suspicious that we’ve been meeting with Nicholas.”

She pressed the speed-dial for Zan’s number. “I’ll just ask him how the vacation is going.”

The phone didn’t even ring, but went straight to a message. “The user you are trying to reach is out of the coverage area. You can leave a message on voicemail.”

Lonnie felt a rush of anger, but composed herself to speak normally when the beep sounded. “Zan,” she purred, “just wanted to see if you and Ava are having a good time, and what you’re doing. Call me back.”

Snapping the phone shut, she looked at Rath. “He’d better call soon,” she snarled.


Max stopped the Jeep in the alley around the side of the Crashdown. He looked around briefly to make sure they were alone, and then he and Liz moved into each others’ arms at the same time. Their lips crashed together and they kissed passionately.

After long moments Max pulled back, sighing contentedly as he stroked Liz’s hair. “Today was incredible.”

Liz smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It was perfect.”

“Do you feel okay?” Max asked concerned. “You’re not in pain or anything.”

Liz’s smile widened. Zan had asked her the same thing when they were getting dressed, and she gave Max the same answer. “No, I feel wonderful.”

She was a little sore in some of her muscles, but it was nothing she wanted Max to take away. She wanted to feel it.

Leaning against him, she put her head on his shoulder. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”

He placed a kiss on her head. “Me too. It would be so nice to hold you all night.”

Reluctantly Liz disengaged herself from him. “I better go.”

Max grasped the back of her head, bringing her in for a last kiss. “I love you,” he breathed.

Liz pressed her lips to his again. “I love you too.”

She got out of the Jeep, holding on to Max’s hand, stretching their arms out between them until they had to let go.

“I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow,” Max said eagerly.

“You can’t,” Liz said with a smile. “We can’t act any differently.”

Max sighed. “I know. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Me too,” she agreed. “I wish it could be a normal relationship, but for now…”

Max nodded. “We have to act like nothing’s changed.”

“Okay,” he said reluctantly, “I’ll see you at school.”

Liz watched him drive away and then headed into the Crashdown where Maria was working the dinner shift.

“Hey,” the blonde greeted her, hefting a tray full of dirty plates. “How did practice go?”

“Fine,” Liz said, as they walked together into the back room.

Maria set the tray aside and looked at Liz properly for the first time. “You look, different,” she said perceptively, “and you’re smiling.” Her head jerked back with realization. “Something happened with Zan, didn’t it?”

“No,” Liz lied, “of course not.” She hated lying to Maria, but she had to, at least for now.

Maria’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her friend, and Liz squirmed under her intense gaze.

“Nothing happened,” Liz said moving toward the stairs. “Max was there too. It was just, a good practice session.”

“Wait,” Maria said, her, brow creasing, “why was Max there?”

“Ummm,” Liz started, “he’s getting in extra practice.”

Maria nodded, but her gaze still lingered on Liz. “So what did you learn?”

Liz used the cover story she and Zan had come up with. “I’m getting better control.”

“And that’s why you look all happy,” Maria said skeptically.

“Yeah,” Liz said, still thinking her friend was seeing too much. She started up the stairs. “Ummm, I’ve got some homework to do, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“I’ll call you after my shift,” Maria yelled up the stairs after her. She shook her head, and went back to her job.

Liz didn’t exhale until she closed her bedroom door behind her. She should have known Maria would be able to see right through her. She just needed to be alone so she could sort out everything that happened.

If she couldn’t be with Max and Zan, then being alone was the next best thing.

Going into her bathroom, she stripped off her clothes and stepped under the spray of the shower. She hated to wash away the scent of Max and Zan on her skin, but she was afraid of who else might smell them, like Maria or her parents.

The hot water sluiced over her and she shivered with the contact. It felt as if every inch of her was over-sensitized from the lovemaking.

Washing herself, she winced as tender muscles protested her quick movements, and then smiled. The dull ache made the whole thing more real, a constant reminder of what had happened.

She’d stayed in bed with Zan and Max for over an hour afterward, talking, touching, just being together. It had been wonderful. A perfect first time.

Moving her hands over her body, she could still feel Max and Zan’s touch. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of them. The lovemaking had temporarily dampened the incredible desire she’d had for weeks, but she could already feel it building again.

She would have been happy to stay in bed with them, making love all night.

They hadn’t used condoms. It seems none of them had even thought about it until afterward, but Zan had taken care of the situation, using his powers to make sure she wouldn’t conceive. She wasn’t sure about exactly what he’d done, she’d have to ask him later. He’d simply called it alien contraceptive.

He’d said goodbye to her at his place, and kissed her so sweetly that she could literally feel his love. She hadn’t wanted to leave him but they thought it might look suspicious if both Max and Zan had taken Liz home.

Finishing her shower, she put on a t-shirt and sweat-pants that she wore to bed. It wasn’t that late, but she felt pleasantly tired, and the sooner she went to sleep, the sooner the next day would begin, and she could be with Max and Zan again.


Tess went by the Crashdown, but for once Max wasn’t there. So she went to the only other place she knew he might go. The park.

It was getting dark by the time she arrived but she recognized him sitting on the bench from half-way across the park.

A smile crossed her lips. He was alone.

Maybe she could talk some sense into him.

As she got closer, she could see he looked relaxed, instead of his usual rigid posture, and he had a soft, dreamy smile on his face. For some reason, he was in a really good mood. It was a good time to talk to him. Maybe if she used a little of her powers, she could convince him.

Approaching him from the side, she didn’t speak until she was practically next to him. “Hi Max.”

A slight scowl marred the smooth lines of his face, and his smile dimmed. The last person he wanted to see was Tess. In his mind he’d been re-living every moment of his lovemaking with Liz, and Tess had definitely just put him out of the mood. But he’d promised Liz he’d be nice to her.

He sat up straighter, and he greeted her pleasantly. “Hey Tess. How are you?”

She shrugged slightly, sitting down near him. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just out for a walk, thinking.”

Max felt a tingling along his spine, like electricity was humming across his skin. It was an eerie sensation, and he’d felt it before. The last time, he’d assumed it was his alien side waking up, but now he recognized it for what it was. Tess’ power.

But he was aware of it now, and her power didn’t affect him. He knew it was because he was stronger, and he briefly wondered if it had anything to do with his connection with Zan and Liz.

Instead of confronting Tess though, he decided to see she was trying to do. He lowered his defenses just a little to see if he could get a feel of her power.

Instantly he could sense a soft, persuasive nudge in his mind. She wanted to convince him of something, so he played along. “What have you been thinking about?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Well,” she said, smiling softly, “I was thinking since we are practicing our powers so much, maybe we should be trying to recover our memories from our other lives too.”

Max fought to keep the scowl of confusion off his face. Why was she bringing that up again?

When he didn’t cut her off immediately, she continued eagerly, thinking her power was working on him. “As you know, Nasedo taught me some techniques to remember our past, and maybe Zan and Ava can help with it.”

Max nodded. “And how would that help us?”

Tess sensed the hesitation in him, and used more of her power on him. “Max, if we knew why they wanted us dead, and remembered what we could do in our other life, it would be easier to win.”

He had to admit she was right, but he didn’t think it was the only reason she wanted to do it. She’d told him this before, over the summer, but he had always said no. Then she hadn’t mentioned it for a few months. So why was she using her powers so strongly to convince him now?

Out loud, he said, “I think that’s a good idea. When we get together tomorrow for practice we’ll bring it up, and get started.”

Tess scooted a little closer to him, her voice lowering seductively. “Well, you and I could try right now, and then we’d be able to show the others.”

Max felt a ripple of revulsion through his entire body. The last thing he wanted to do after making love with Liz was to spend time with Tess. He wished he hadn’t come to the park, and stayed in his room instead. But maybe Tess would have come looking for him there too.

He felt the urge to run away from her, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and he also kept Liz’s warnings in mind.

“I do want to try it,” he said carefully, “but tonight just isn’t a good time. I had a really long day, and I’m so tired, and I still have a ton of homework to get through.”

He saw her face fall, and quickly added. “Why don’t you just tell me some things you remember.”

Tess was amazed that Max was able to resist her, but she was determined to take advantage of the situation. “Well,” she started, “I remember how much we were in love, and how you used to hold me at night, and …”

Max was surprised that was the memory she chose to share. Was that all this was, a lame attempt to try and seduce him?

He cut her off, feeling really uncomfortable. “But what do you remember about the political situation, or Khivar?”

Tess’ brow creased in frustration. “I don’t remember anything about that. It’s why I suggested trying to do it together.”

She smiled and touched his arm. “You know we’ll remember more if we get,” her voice lowered to a purr, “closer. You’ll remember how good we were together.”

Max had enough. He wasn’t going to sit and give Tess any encouragement after his beautiful afternoon with Liz. “Okay,” he said, getting to his feet, “I’ll see you tomorrow and we can work on it then,” and then quickly added, “at practice.”

With a wave, he jogged across the street and into his house.

Tess was stunned and fuming. How could Max get away from her so easily? Tomorrow she’d use more power and get him to listen to her, and if she had to plant memories in his head, she’d do that too.

Max was going to be hers, and they would go home together to reclaim their life. She’d do anything she had to, to make it happen.


After dinner, Liz was reading in her bed, when her phone rang. Glancing at the caller-ID, she smiled when she saw Zan’s number.

“Hey,” she greeted him softly.

“Hey baby,” he purred. “I just wanted to talk, since we can’t be together.”

Liz felt a rush of love for him, and tears pricked her eyes. “Zan,” she breathed.

“I wish I could hold you all night,” he said, “so you could feel my love. I want you to know that this isn’t just about sex for me, I really do love you.”

A single tear ran down Liz’s face. “I know you do,” she assured him. “Since we made love, I can feel strong emotions from you and Max.”

“And you couldn’t before?” he asked softly.

“No,” she said. “I could feel like your energy or something, and I knew when you were near, but now it’s stronger.”

Zan was curious. “I didn’t even consider that making love might strengthen our connection, but it makes sense.”

He paused, trying to feel Liz, and got a warm rush of contentment and happiness. “I can feel you more too. Before I could feel your desire, but now I can feel your more subtle emotions too.”

“What do you feel?” she asked curiously.

Zan smiled. “You feel satisfied and bit sleepy.”

She giggled. “That’s right.”

“I’m glad you can feel me,” he continued. “Everything happed so fast between us, and we don’t even know each other that well. We never even had a real date before we made love.”

“I know you,” Liz assured him. “I know you’re a good friend, a good leader, and a good man. You’re loyal and kind, you care about people, and you keep your friends safe. We may not know details, like favorite foods and colors, and stuff like that, but it will come.”

She smiled. “And I’m not worried that you only want sex. You did try to get me to go out with you, and get to know you. Maybe we did things a little backwards, but,” she blushed, “I really couldn’t wait longer to be with you.”

“Liz,” he growled, sending a shiver of desire through her. “I want you again right now,” he said.

“Me too,” she breathed.

“I just wish I could touch you,” he said. “I can feel that you want me, but I want to feel your skin.”

“I loved touching you too,” Liz said boldly, “and feeling your skin against mine. It was wonderful. It made me feel so close to you.”

“Damn,” Zan growled, “I can’t believe I have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to touch you again.”

“Me too,” she said. “It seems like forever away.”

Zan released a large sigh, “Well, since we can’t be together, why don’t you tell me more about yourself.”

Liz turned over, cuddling her pillow as a rush of love filled her. “What do you want to know?”


Lonnie paced back and forth, casting dark glances at her phone on a table. All day she had been waiting for Zan to call her back.

It had been hours, and still nothing.

With a growl, she snatched the phone up and pressed redial, but again she got the same message. He was still out of the coverage area.

She left another quick message and tossed the phone aside.

What the fuck was he doing?

She really had been stupid. She didn’t know where they were staying, and she had no contact information other than their cell phones.

Zan was powerful, but something could still happen to them. They could get mugged or be in a car wreck or get lost in the fucking desert.

A flash of anger and alarm went through her, but she damped them down quickly. Nothing was wrong, Zan was just cutting lose for once in his life. Maybe they went camping or something equally stupid. There was no need to worry.

Zan said he would be back in time for the summit, and he always kept his word.


Zan hung up the phone an hour later, feeling better than he ever had in his life. Liz loved him, they had spent the afternoon in bed together, and they had just spent the last hour learning all they could about each other.

For the first time in his life he felt truly content and like he belonged.

He was about to set his phone aside when he noticed he had two messages.

Curious, he glanced at the caller ID.


So it was beginning.


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Re: Never Underestimate Destiny (UC, M/L, Z/L, adult) pt19 4/9

Post by RoswellOracle » Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:56 pm

Howdy everyone!

First, I must say thank you to everyone who is hanging in there with me. I seem to be all over the place with my writing, but I'm going to try to keep to a regular schedule. :)

And a huge thanks to everyone who is reading, and those who left feedback.

Alien_Friend – we’re back! I must say I love a creepy Tess. :lol:
Earth2Mama – lol addicted to Max and Zan hotness! I know the feeling! :twisted:
Jake – thanks so much for your comments. We might just see more of them. ;)
Roswellian17 – It’s nice to hear that I am creating the atmosphere I was going for. And glad you are enjoying!
Roswell3053 – that Tess, she’s not fooling anyone. :roll:
Alisakuya – Zan isn’t getting the leftovers, he’s just trying to keep Max and Liz’s feelings in mind since they’ve known each other for so long. But don’t worry, he will be an equal part of the relationship.
Dreamerfriend – they want to be open, but imagine that conversation with your friends or your parents, ‘Um, I am sleeping with two guys, at the same time.’ :wink:
Sin – thanks for reading


Part 20


(Friday 10)

Liz clutched the note that Max carefully passed to her in the hallway.

It wasn’t smart for them to be seen together too much, but she hated pretending. She wanted to run into his arms and kiss him like normal people in love do. Instead she was left feeling cold.

And the contents of the note didn’t make her feel any better.

Max called her last night and told her how Tess used her powers on him again. She must be getting desperate. Liz suggested he call Zan and tell him before they went to practice, and he must have done, because then he gave her the note.

Quickly she scanned the contents again.

Zan wants to meet for lunch to talk.
I’ll pick you up behind the school at noon.

The first thing that had gone through Liz’s head was that something was wrong.

Last night, she had actually felt Max’s surprise and then revulsion, when he was talking to Tess, but she hadn’t felt any strong emotions from Zan after she’d talked to him. So what could this urgent meeting be about?

The second thought she had, was it would look really suspicious if she and Max were both gone at lunch.

Lately the eight of them had lunch in the quad together, and there would definitely be questions if she and Max didn’t show up.

Occasionally she did skip lunch to study, or sometimes two or three of them went out for lunch, so she figured that was the best cover. She went in search of Maria, and asked her to disappear for lunch. If she and Maria were gone, everyone would assume they were together.

Maria asked a lot of questions that she couldn’t answer, and she tried to convince her they just needed to talk. But in the end, Maria was still assumed she and Max were sneaking away for a romantic tryst.

Liz really didn’t see the point in correcting her, and simply swore her to secrecy.

Now she was nervously waiting on the nearly deserted street behind the school. It was just noon, and she was wishing Max would hurry, when his Jeep swung around the corner. He stopped next to her and she scrambled inside.

“Max,” she said urgently, “what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he said, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Zan just asked us to meet him, but I’m sure it’ll be all right.”

She nodded. “Where are we going?”

“Zan said we couldn’t go to his place because Ava would be there,” he said, putting the Jeep in gear, and pulling away from the curb. “So he suggested a restaurant on the other side of town, where no one would know us”

“Good idea,” Liz said. “I asked Maria to disappear for lunch to give us a cover.”

Max smiled. “I asked Michael to do the same thing.”

Liz grimly smiled back. “We really need to get our lies straight.”

The smile disappeared off of Max’s face. “I hate sneaking around and lying. And I really hate playing this part for Tess. It’s giving her hope that there can be something between us, when it’s impossible. It’s not right. It’s cruel, and it will make the truth that much worse when it comes out.”

“I know,” Liz agreed with a nod. “I’ve been thinking about it too.

She put her hand on his leg. “I felt what you did last night when you were with her. I had no idea you disliked her so much.”

Max shrugged. “It’s not that I dislike her, but she always makes me feel so uncomfortable. That’s why I knew I could never be with her.”

Liz sighed. “Well, I think you have to tell her part of the truth at least. I can’t stand the thought of her using her powers on you and making you kiss her again.”

“I don’t know how hard she was trying,” Max said, “but she might try again if she thinks there’s a chance for us.”

“I think so too,” Liz said. “She certainly isn’t shy about it.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “We don’t have to rub her nose in our relationship. We can be careful in public still, but it would better to tell her that you won’t be together.”

“Maybe my future self lied about her leaving,” Max said hopefully.

“It’s possible,” Liz agreed, “but I don’t think so. We’ll just have to make sure we include her and make her feel like one of us.”

He turned to glance at her as her earlier words finally sunk in. “Wait. You felt what I did? Since when could you do that?”

“I realized it after I got home last night,” she said. “I think it’s because we made love.”

“Can you feel everything?” he asked.

Liz shook her head. “No, but I can feel strong emotions. With Zan too.”

Max digested her words with a nod as they pulled in to the restaurant parking lot.

Zan’s car was already there, and they went inside. The restaurant was nearly empty, and they saw him immediately. He sat at a corner booth alone and Liz tried to read his emotions to see if he was upset, but she didn’t feel anything.

When he saw them, he smiled and Liz felt his desire for her. It made her feel a little better because if something was really wrong he wouldn’t be wanting her. Would he?

Zan stood up as they approached and took Liz into a hug. “I missed you, baby,” he whispered in her ear.”

“What’s wrong, Zan?” she asked anxiously.

“Yeah,” Max said, “what’s going on?”

Zan released her. “Lonnie left me two messages yesterday,” he said, looking from one to the other. “It’s less than two weeks to the summit, and she’s starting to worry.”

He continued. “I know it wasn’t part of the original plan, but I think I should call her and give her a date when we’re coming back. That will give us a bit longer.”

Max nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”

“And I think we should tell the others,” Zan said. “They need to know what’s coming.”

Liz swallowed hard, taking a seat. “Wow, it’s getting close, and I don’t feel ready at all.”

Max rubbed her arm as he slid in next to her. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be ready for them. We’ve been making a lot of progress with our powers in practice. But you’re not going to be anywhere near this fight.”

“But,” Liz started to protest.

Zan cut her off as he took a seat on her other side. “Max is right. You barely have control over your powers. You’re not up to dealing with two killers.”

“But,” Liz said with a stronger voice, “your powers are stronger when the three of us are together.”

Zan smiled, loving Liz’s determination. “There are six of us, and two of them. I think we’ll be able to take them without the extra power.”

“But,” Liz started again, only to be cut off by Max this time.

“Zan is right,” he agreed. “There’s no need for you to be involved.”

Liz looked from one to the other. She could argue with one of them, but with both of them ganging up against her . . . Maybe there were downsides to this threesome thing after all.

“Now, just a minute,” she said, “I’m part of this and I’m not just going to sit by while you are risking yourselves.” She touched both of them. “You aren’t going to keep me out of this when I could help save your lives. You mean too much to me, and more power is always better.”

“We just want to keep you safe, baby,” Zan said.

“And I want to keep you guys safe,” she said.

Max and Zan exchanged a quick glance. They were in complete agreement about keeping Liz away from danger, but there was no point in arguing about it.

“Okay,” Max said, “we’ll figure out a way for you help.”

“Sure,” Zan agreed.

Liz knew they were just telling her what she wanted to hear, but she wouldn’t let them shut her out, especially when so much was at stake.

She smiled. “You guys aren’t fooling me for a minute,” she said, “but I don’t want to waste our time together arguing, and we have other things to discuss.”

Max and Zan smiled too. Zan kissed her cheek and Max squeezed her hand.

“What’s that, baby?” Zan asked.

Liz sighed. “We have to do something about Tess.”


Later that afternoon when everyone arrived at practice, Zan made his announcement.

“Lonnie called me and left two messages yesterday,” he said.

“Shit,” Michael spat. “They’ll be coming soon.”

Zan nodded. “I’m going to call her and tell her we’re coming back a couple of days before the summit, and that will give us some extra time.”

Isabel nodded, but looked frightened. “We’re not ready,” she said. “We’re getting better, but we are no where near ready.”

Ava spoke up. “We’ll be ready. We gotta be.”

Max stepped next to Zan. “Zan and I have talked about it and we think we should get together every day to practice.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the others, and Michael spoke up. “That’s the first good idea I’ve heard in a while.

He motioned to Liz. “She’s going to be useless in a fight anyway, so better we use the time for us to train.”

“Michael,” Max growled, and he felt Zan stiffen beside him.

“What?” Michael barked. “It’s true. She can barely control her powers.”

“You could be more polite about it,” Max said, scowling.

Liz touched Max’s arm. “It’s okay, really,” she said. “It is a good idea. Everyone should get in more training time.”

Tess watched the interaction curiously. She knew both Max and Zan were involved with Liz, but no one else seemed to notice anything.

She spoke up, partly to break the tension. “And I had an idea, that I told Max.”

Everyone turned to her, and she continued. “We could try some memory retrieval, and maybe we could remember what happened when we died, and avoid those mistakes this time.”

“That’s great,” Michael scoffed. “And how is that going to help with this?”

“Well,” Tess started, only to be cut off by Michael.

“We should concentrate on one problem at a time, Maxwell. We don’t need the distraction of this memory retrieval now.”

He turned to Tess. “Why didn’t you mention this months ago? Like after Nasedo died. That information could have helped us a lot. Why didn’t you tell us you remember stuff from our other life?”

Max stepped in between them. “Stop, Michael. She doesn’t remember about Khivar. And there’s no point in arguing about it now.”

He turned to Tess. “I know I told you last night that it is important, and it is, but right now we need to concentrate on Lonnie and Rath. After that we can work on the memory retrieval.”

Tess felt a warm rush of love for Max. It was the first time he’d ever defended her. At that moment she would have done anything for him. “Okay Max,” she agreed meekly.

For the rest of practice, she stayed near Max, feeling like he was seeing her for the first time. Maybe he’d gotten tired of sharing Liz with Zan.

She noticed that Zan paired off with Liz like he usually did, and watched Max carefully. Max glanced at them occasionally, but he didn’t even react when Zan touched Liz.

A smile crossed her face. Maybe Max was really starting to come around.

Zan coming to town could be the best thing that ever happened to her. Liz could be with Zan, and she could have her King and her place in the palace, just like she was destined.

When practice ended and Max asked her to take Isabel home, she didn’t even hesitate. She would go to him tonight and take her place at his side.


Zan waited until the others had left, and Ava had gone to Kyle’s, before he took Liz into his arms. Her soft body pressed against him as if she couldn’t get close enough, and he felt the same way.

Rubbing her back, he spoke over her head to Max. “Tess doesn’t take a hint, does she?” he said. “She was following you around like a lovesick puppy.”

Max nodded. “It’s how she’s always been. She backed off for a while, but it seems to be getting worse again.”

Liz stayed in Zan’s arms, but turned to see Max. “This is why I’m afraid she’ll leave if she knows the truth. It’s like she has no identity of her own. She just Max’s wife.”

“But I can’t lead her on,” Max said, pressing his body to Liz’s and kissing her temple. “Not anymore. I couldn’t even pretend after what we shared.”

Zan nodded. “I agree, you have to tell her. The next chance you get, sit her down and do it.”

Liz hugged Max tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You are the most compassionate person I know.”

“I hope Tess thinks so,” he said, “or I’ll be responsible for the destruction of the Earth again.”

“No,” Liz said. “I felt responsible for so long, but not any more. You’re not responsible and I’m not either. We’re offering Tess a family, and if she abandons us then that is her choice.”

“No one is going to be responsible,” Zan said, “because we won’t let it happen. Tess or no Tess, the three of us will take down that bastard Khivar one way or another.”

Liz wrapped one arm around Zan, and kept Max in the other, resting her head on his chest. “I can’t imagine anything bad can happen when I’m with both of you,” she sighed.

Zan kissed her neck. “Nothing bad will ever happen to you with us around,” he promised. “We’ll make sure,” he kissed her cheek, “you have nothing,” he kissed her chin, “but pleasure.”

Cupping her cheek, he turned her head and properly kissed her lips.

Liz felt an instant rush of desire and turned into him, continuing the kiss as she reached behind her for Max. His body pressed to her, and she felt him lift her hair and his lips brushed her skin. Someone’s hand slid under her shirt, caressing her side and then slipped into her bra, taking possession of her breast.

With a gasp, she arched into the jolt of electricity that raced through her. She felt an answering desire in both her men and she was relieved. They wanted her as much as she wanted them.

She’d tried not to wonder when they’d make love again. With everything happening around them, they really needed to work on their powers, but the desire had been building inside her all day, and it was like Max and Zan had just set a match to dry wood. She had to have them.

Without breaking the kiss with Zan, she started pulling at both their shirts.

Suddenly Max lifted her in his arms and carried her upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, with Zan right behind them. Once in Zan’s room, he put Liz on her feet and both their hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Liz melted into him, kissing his chest, lightly scraping his skin with her teeth. One hand brushed over his hard nipple and the other reached down to stroke his solid length through his jeans. She wanted them so much, she had to have relief soon.

Zan pressed his body against her back, kissing her neck as his hands slipped under her shirt to her waist. He caressed across her stomach and into her jeans, and she moaned when he touched her clit.

As she worked to open Max’s jeans, he pulled her shirt over her head and quickly unfastened her bra. Liz let it slip down her arms and pressed her naked chest to his as she stood up on tiptoes to kiss him hard.

Zan continued stroking her and she turned to him as the ache inside her grew urgent. His shirt was already gone and she gave his magnificent chest the same attention she gave Max’s. As she kissed and sucked at his skin, her hands worked on undoing his jeans. When she had them open, she slipped her hand inside, gripping Zan’s erection, making him growl.

Max had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in record time, and pushed them and her panties down her legs, kneeling to relieve her of shoes and socks. Then he finished removing his own clothes and pressed his naked body to hers.

As Liz stroked him, Zan pushed down his pants and underwear, revealing himself completely to Liz. He gripped her hips, pulling her against him. His erection pressed into her and she couldn’t wait any longer.

With a hand to Zan’s chest she pushed him backward onto the bed, and joining him, she climbed on top of him.

Max chuckled. “I love it when she gets aggressive.”

Zan was surprised but pleased and reached for her. She kissed him hard as she settled over his solid length, grinding against him. “I want you so much,” she gasped.

He held her head, kissing her as his other hand went to her hip.

Max climbed on the bed and knelt behind her. His hands stroked over her pale back as he started pressing kisses to her skin.

Reaching between them, Liz gripped Zan’s erection and lifted up enough to take him inside her. “Oh,” she moaned, arching back, as he filled her, “that feels so good.”

Max was so turned on at seeing her actions that he could barely contain himself. He settled more fully against her, pressing his hard cock against her back as his hands stroked over her sides.

Immediately Liz started moving, her hips pumping on Zan. She loved feeling him inside her, and his thick shaft stroked her inner walls so perfectly. He growled, reaching for her head, bringing her closer so his lips could meet hers. Their mouths crashed together as she continued to grind on him.

From behind, Max cupped her breasts, his rough thumbs stroking over her rigid nipples. His teeth grazed the skin of her neck and shoulders, and she arched back into him as surges of electricity rushed though her. It was amazing the sensations they could cause in her.

Moving faster, she broke the kiss with Zan and leaned back against Max, letting him hold her. The pleasure was building up inside her so quickly, her whole body felt like it was tightening up. Her breath was coming in gasps, and as she met Zan’s eyes, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive.

Another surge of desire shot through her as he growled, and she felt his cock twitch inside her. They were both close. He grasped her hips, helping her move, urging her to go faster.

Speeding up again, she put her hands on Zan’s shoulders for leverage and lifted off him, then plunged back down, taking him completely into her. They both groaned, and kept the motion steady for a dozen strokes before Zan reached between them, sliding his fingers over her clit.

Liz’s hips bucked with the unexpected pleasure, and she whimpered as she exploded.

Collapsing back into Max, he held her tightly as Zan pounded into her twice more before he growled his release.

They both were breathing hard, but Zan sat up to press his lips to hers. He continued to stroke her clit, sending more pleasurable sensations through her.

“Mmmmm baby,” he purred in between kisses, “that was incredible.”

She nodded, smiling, as her hands moved over his chest. “I love being with you,” she said, and leaned forward, kissing him hard.

Max kissed her neck and stroked her breasts as she came down. He loved being part of making Liz climax, even if he wasn’t the one inside her. Through the connection, he could feel how turned on she was, and how much pleasure they were giving her, and he knew she wasn’t finished with them yet.

And as if he’d read her mind, she lifted off Zan, letting him slide out of her, as she broke the kiss. Then she settled in Max’s lap, pressing her lower lips against his cock. He was so turned on he groaned.

Reaching back, she grasped his head as she turned to kiss him.

She moved against him, her slick pussy sliding on him, making him harden painfully. He didn’t think he could take much more, and grasped her hips, lifting her and thrust inside, filling her in a powerful stroke.

Liz sighed. It was exactly what she needed.

“Oh, Liz,” he groaned, shaking with desire, trying to control himself. His hands slid over her body, trying to take his time, but Liz couldn’t wait. Grinding her hips into him, she kept him deep inside as she moved.

She could actually feel that he wanted to take it slow, but it just wasn’t possible. Liz wanted Max so much it was almost painful, and she knew only having him around her and inside her would give her relief. “Max,” she gasped, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I need you so much.”

Holding her hips he gave her what they both wanted, thrusting up into her.

Zan got to his knees, moving forward between her legs. Leaning in, he took one breast in his hand as his mouth closed over the other. He sucked her hard, laving her nipple with his tongue.

Liz reached to Zan, sliding her hand into his hair, holding him. She couldn’t believe how much pleasure the two of them could give her. It built in her quickly, making her feel shaky and desperate.

She sped up on Max meeting his strokes, pumping against him, as her body uncontrollably arched back. Their two hard bodies held her between, slid against her. She heard her breath coming in quick pants, and the moans and growls of Max and Zan, and she couldn’t help thinking how perfect it was. The three of them were definitely meant to be.

Just when she felt like she couldn’t take any more pleasure, Max’s hand slid down and stroked over her clit. Crying out, she climaxed instantly, and the pressure of her muscles clamping down on Max brought him with her.

His hips jerked as he spilled himself into her, and his head collapsed on her shoulder.

Liz felt like she was floating on the rush of pleasure they had given her, and through the connection she could feel Zan and Max with her. She was surrounded by their bodies and thoughts of love swirled around her, making her feel so complete.

All three of them were breathing hard, Max against her neck and Zan between her breasts.

Max’s hands smoothed over her sides and hips, before wrapping around her waist, and Zan kissed both her breasts and then her lips as he cupped her cheek.

Smiling, Liz stayed in the circle of Max’s embrace, and wrapped her arms around Zan. She could see he was hard again, and amazingly she was still hungry for them both.

Meeting his eyes, her smile got wider. “How much time do we have?”

Zan grinned crookedly. “As much time as we want, baby.”


As the sun started to set, Max walked across the street to the park again, and took a seat on his usual bench.

He and Zan had spent a couple of hours in bed with Liz making love, and he felt wonderful. After their first urgent joining, they’d been able to take their time and explore each other more, which is exactly what he’d craved. It made him feel so close to Liz and to Zan. It didn’t even seem strange anymore that the three of them were together.

Max respected and trusted Zan more each day, and they made a good team together. It seemed Zan was stronger in areas where he was weak, and vise-versa, and Zan often surprised him with his insight. He also liked that the leadership didn’t just fall on his shoulders. He could share the responsibility with Zan and Liz and it didn’t seem so much like a burden.

Afterward, they practiced for about an hour with the extra power their joining had given them.

Max couldn’t help but feel good about it. His control over his powers was improving rapidly and he and Zan worked together well. Their power was even greater with Liz, but they were both trying to keep her out of it.

Liz resented it, he knew, but he’d do anything to keep her safe.

He’d suggested a solution just to pacify her, but it was actually a really good idea. And if it worked, it would keep Liz out of the line of fire.

She’d kissed him passionately when he took her home, and he promised to call her later. It was hard letting her go after they made love, but he really didn’t have another choice. For once in his life he wished he was older and living in his own place, so he could hold Liz all night.

But since he couldn’t be with Liz, the only thing he wanted to do was be alone in his room, but he was sitting in the park, waiting.

He figured it was likely that Tess would show up again. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing her, but he needed to tell her the truth.

And he didn’t have to wait long to be proven right. Moments later, she came out of nowhere as if she’d been hiding, watching his house, and waiting for him.

A creepy feeling tingled up and down his spine. He told himself over and over that none of this was her fault, but he couldn’t stop feeling like she was stalking him, and trying to force him into a mold of who she thought he should be.

He couldn’t imagine how he’d ever stomached being married to her in any lifetime.

She smiled brightly, taking a seat on the bench next to him. “Hey Max.”

“Hey,” he greeted. “Out for a walk?”

Tess didn’t waste any time on preliminaries. “I know the others want to wait until after Lonnie and Rath are taken care of, but I thought you and I could try some memory retrieval on our own.”

Max was surprised. He did think knowing about Khivar would be useful, but he was reluctant. He didn’t want to encourage her, but it seemed insensitive to not at least listen to her. “How does it work?” he asked warily.

A smile raised Tess’ mouth. “Well, we need to go somewhere where we can be alone, that’s quiet.”

A shiver of disgust went through him, but he smiled back. “We are alone,” he said, “and it’s quiet here. Peaceful.”

He saw the annoyance flash across her face, before she regained control, and then he felt the icy tendrils of her power start to wrap around him.

“You’re right,” she purred. “We can try it here.”

Max certainly wasn’t going anywhere alone with her, especially when she was trying to use her powers on him. He felt a lot better out in the open. He’d feel even better if anyone knew where he was and what was going on, but he thought he could handle her.

She continued, “I think it would be easier at first to pick a memory when we were both there, so I can help you.”

He hesitated. He didn’t want to remember her or how they were together. He knew he couldn’t have loved her like she said, but he didn’t want to even have a single image of their life together in his mind at all. It seemed like a betrayal of Liz.

Tess sensed his reluctance and chose a memory Max couldn’t refuse. “What about trying to remember your mother?”

Max was surprised. “Do you remember her?”

“Of course,” Tess purred. “I was with her almost every day after we got married and I moved into the palace.”

He shifted uncomfortably.

“I loved your mother,” she continued. “She was so nice, and she always had such beautiful clothes and jewels, and wonderful parties.”

Her eyes met Max’s, and she used an even larger burst of power. “You and I met at one of her parties,” she said softly, leaning in and placing her hand on his arm, “and had our first kiss.”

Max’s skin tingled with revulsion where she touched him, but he was careful not to show it as he lifted her hand and placed it in her lap. Tess was using his memories to try and seduce him.

“What else do you remember about what happened?” he said, trying to change the subject.

“Not a lot,” she admitted, “but I remember you, and how we were together. How happy we were, and how wonderful our life was. And we can have that back when we beat Khivar.”

Max understood her now, and shook his head. All she wanted was to go back home and play Queen in the palace. She was only thinking about herself, as usual.

He sighed. It was time. “Tess, I want to stop Khivar so he can’t hurt anyone else. And I’d like to see my mother and our planet, but I don’t know how that could even happen anytime soon. We don’t have a way back. As for the lifestyle and the clothes and everything else, it just doesn’t matter to me.”

Lowering his voice, he tried to be as sympathetic as possible. “And I’m sorry about our life together, but I don’t remember, not any of it. I…”

Tess smiled, cutting him off. “But you will, when I help you. You’ll remember how much in love we were.”

He tried not to be cruel, but he couldn’t let Tess think there was a possibility of anything between them. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d never loved her. He would remember something if he had, and she needed to know the truth.

“Tess, you seemed a little familiar to me when I first saw you, but I didn’t feel the deep connection of someone I loved. I’m sorry, but I just don’t have those types of feelings for you.”

He saw her face fall, but he had to continue. “You’re family and I care about you, but we won’t be together romantically.”

Tess felt like he’d punched her in the stomach, but finally she understood. Max didn’t care about their past life. He didn’t want it, and he didn’t want to change. All he wanted was to stay on Earth, because of her.

“You’re with Liz,” she said simply.

Max didn’t know how she knew. He thought they had kept their relationship to themselves. Maybe she was just guessing. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t get the chance.

“Do you want me to leave?” Tess asked.

Max’s brow creased in frustration. This is exactly what his future self had said would happen.

With the new boost in power he, Liz and Zan had gotten, they might have enough power without Tess to beat Khivar. But he didn’t want to risk it. They needed all the help they could get. And even though he didn’t want to be with Tess, he didn’t want her to leave.

When he thought he’d lost Liz to Kyle, it had softened him toward Tess a bit. He understood her loneliness and wanting to belong, to have a family, and to be loved. And she was still part of them.

“Of course not,” he assured her. “You are one of us.”

“But not your wife,” Tess said bitterly. “If I’m not your wife, then who am I?”

“You are part of our family, part of our group,” Max said. “Nothing can change that whether we’re married or not.”

Tess smiled sadly. “I thought you’d get over Liz. But that’s not going to happen, is it?”

Max shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

She looked completely lost, and he was worried about what she might do. “Tess,” he said softly, “I know you want to go back to Antar. And I promise when it’s safe, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you go home and have the life you want.”


Lonnie felt a rush of annoyance along with relief when she saw Zan’s name on her caller ID. She’d actually started to worry that something might have happened to him, and it made her angry that she cared.

Snatching up the phone, she swallowed her hostility and purred into the phone. “Hello.”

“Yo sis,” Zan greeted. “Got your message. You trippin’ or something? You sounded like you’re worried about us. You know we can take care of ourselves.”

Lonnie’s lip raised in a snarl. “I just thought you’d be back by now,” she said, struggling to keep her voice calm. “And when I couldn’t reach you, I wondered if you got lost in the desert or something.”

Zan chuckled. “No, we aren’t in Vegas anymore. While we’re down here, we decided to check out L.A.”

“You’re in L.A.?” she asked with the horror of a true New Yorker.

He chuckled again. “You know,” he said, “it’s not so bad. There are killer clubs and bands, and I’m even liking the beach and the sunshine.”

Now she knew he’d lost his mind. “Zan,” she said sweetly, “you do remember the summit is coming up, right?”

“Sure I remember,” he assured her, “and we’ll be back in plenty of time. We still have more than a week. I’ve already got the return tickets for the twenty-first. That’s two days before, so quit your bitchin’ and chill. We’ll show up for the party.”

“Okay,” Lonnie said, relieved, “I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you.” She forced a laugh. “I mean, maybe those L.A. women couldn’t keep their hands off you and Ava got jealous and roasted your ass.”

“Not likely,” Zan said with a laugh. “She’s fucking a surfer dude.”

Lonnie felt like she threw up in her mouth a little. “Right,” she managed. “See you in a few,” she said and quickly hung up.

They had both gone crazy, Lonnie thought. Zan was liking the beach? And Ava was doing a surfer? It’s a good thing they were going back to their home world, because this one was definitely coming to an end.


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