Title: Married Life is Just Another Word for Sexual Frustration
Disclaimer:The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine . If I did, Zan would have lived. It would have been a good day. But Seki is mine... And that worries me to no end.
Pairing: Zan/Liz; mention of Kyle/Ava
Rating: Adult (OMG... I wrote Adult)
Summary: How is Marital Bliss going for Zan and Liz? What does Zan do for a living?
Author's Note: So I said that It's A Nice Day For a White Wedding was the end... I kinda lied... They keep writing themselves. And no worries, I'm working on how they got together. Thank you to my two muses Burningchaos, and KiaraAlexisKlay. And thank you to all my wonderful readers of this series!!
The fics before this one are The Marrying Kind, Who Says Romance Is Dead?, Transmogrification and Spaceman Spiff, Drinking Thinking, This Is Why Parties Have Strippers and It's A Nice Day for A White Wedding
Liz smiled as the glow from Zan’s office was visible from under the locked door. She knocked softly. “Do you want a drink or food?”
“I’m busy!” A growl came from inside the room.
“I guess sex is out too. Darn and I am wearing the lace and leather corset this time.” Liz murmured soft enough for it to be audible, but not to the companion in the other room.
“Did I hear sex?” was a squeaked reply.
“No!” Liz stuck her tongue out at the door.
Zan opened the door; his hair was sticking in strange ways. There were a pencil behind one ear, and a pen behind the other. “I know I heard da word sex outta ya.”
“Why do you have a pen and pencil when you use the laptop?” Liz pulled the pen out, and waved in front of Zan. “And we both know you can talk normally. So why don’t you try that sentence again.”
“Sex, you. My stuff can wait.” Zan smirked.
“You’re on a deadline. No sex, but I can get you a cup of coffee, or some reheated Chinese.” Liz pulled the pencil from Zan’s ear.
“I need dos.” Zan grumbled.
“Yes, because the pencil and pen have magical powers on the laptop.” Liz nodded while trying to hold back a smile.
“I don’t likes dis side of ya, Angel.” Zan pouted and glared. “Offer a man sex, den take his writing stuffs, dats wrong.”
“Of course, because once again; as I pointed out, you need them for the laptop.” Liz couldn’t help herself as the giggle passed her lips.
“Yous mocking me. I’m da Man, and yous giving da Man hells. I dink I needs time alone wit’ porn. Cheap Porn!” Zan turned back to the room and locked the door again.
“Thank you for that amazing conversation which has been more words then you’ve said to me all week!” Liz yelled at the door. “I’m going to Ava’s place.”
“I’s goes next door ifs I’s needs ya!” Zan yelled back. Then with a roar and something being thrown against a wall, Zan stormed out.
“You’s ain’t leaving!” Zan picked Liz up and threw her over his shoulder.
“You better not have thrown your laptop against the wall again.” Liz bitched as she clenched her hands from grabbing Zan’s ass.
“I threw Kopek Promise. It be da biggest book in der.” Zan smirked. “Plus dats where Eliza meets Azan.”
“You’re such a romantic.” Liz laughed then bit Zan’s ass.
Zan’s eyes widened. “If I knows dat bringing up my writing gots you riled, I’d fuckin’ read them to ya.”
“Can you read to me while you’re fucking me? Tell me how Eliza and Azan met? Did save her life from a thug on the subway?” Liz allowed herself to be tossed on their bed.
“He was chillin’ at his best girl’s place. Eliza torn into da room likes da hounds of hell was nippin’ at hers feets.” Zan pulled his shirt off.
Liz laughed. “Really? If I remember from the book correctly, Azan was healing from fighting a group of aliens. You were chillin’, so to speak. Eliza thought street punks had taken him down.” She wiggled out of her pants.
“We’s talkin’ too much. I needs more skin time.” Zan pulled off Liz’s shirt as he started to suck on one of her breasts.
“I like talking. We don’t do this much.” Liz moaned.
“I agree.” Zan lifted his head to start on the other breast.
“We have enough sex!” Liz gasped as Zan bit down lightly on her nipple. Her hands groped at his jeans as he blew on the abused nipple. “OH! I mean… I meant we don’t talk much.”
“Less talkin’, more sexin’.” Zan pulled off Liz’s panties as she found hold of the buttons of his jeans.
With more finesse then Liz thought she was possible at that moment, she unbuttoned the jeans, and pushed them down.
Sadly, at that point someone started to pound on the front door.
“Open this door, Liz! I know you’re there! I called earlier!” Seki’s voice rang out, killing the moment dead.
Liz huffed as Zan rolled off her, and pulled up his pants. “Angel, your friends suck.”
“If you don’t answer this door soon; I’m getting Kyle, the apartment key and the video camera.” Seki demanded.
Liz found her shirt on the ground and pulled it on. “I never told him where the apartment was. He would have never known had you not gave him directions.”
“Yous wanted your dry cleaning.” Zan glared as he buttoned up his pants.
“And you can’t pick it up?!” Liz pulled up her pants, and zipped them. “Never mind, we aren’t having this fight. We are going to kick Seki out, and get back to having dirty alien sex.”
“Have I mentioned hows I love da workings of your mind, Angel?” Zan smirked.
“I’m expecting you to finish your book by tomorrow. Your editor is on my ass for marrying you, and distracting you from writing your next book. She thinks that now that you’re married that you can’t write anymore of the Kopek Chronicles. Something about how Azan and Eliza will be neglected for enjoying pleasures of the flesh.” Liz sighed. “It's not like I don't want to know what happens to them too.”
“I’m getting Kyle!” Seki could be heard stomping away.
“I don’t think he realizes that Ava doesn’t need a key.” Zan laughed softly.
“I’ll never admit that that amuses me, and you’ll never admit that you write extraterrestrial romance novels. So lets get rid of him, and you can show me your spaceship.” Liz laughed back.
“It’s da biggest and best in the galaxy, maybe even the universe.”
