Want (UC, Z/L, Adult) Complete 7/31

[darkmoon]

Title: Want
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.
Pairing: Zan/Liz
Rating: Adult
Summary: Zan and Liz in an intimate moment. According to Vampy, this is what should have happened when Zan pulled Liz into his room during Ch 11 of Death Is a Playground.
Author's Note: This was a fic for a fic. Vampy promised me a Larek/Liz fic if I wrote her Hot Zan/Liz sex.... So there's sex... No promises it's hot. I want to thank Jake17 from the bottom my heart for Reckless, which helped me write this... Mostly because that fic can make anyone hot and bothered enough to write sex, and it's made of awesome. Thank you!! Also A HUGE THANK YOU to Burningchaos who dealt with Microsoft Word crashing on her to beta this fic.


Zan pulled Liz close, her breast flatted against his chest. The room was devoid of any sound other then the harsh pants that beat out an increasingly bruising tempo. His leg sliding between hers, willing her to lean into him, demanding control as his slipped.

Fingers traced over her bottom lip, taunting her tongue to taste him. Liz licked and nipped at the pads of his fingertips. As his forefinger leaned to caress her top lip, she caught and pulled it into her mouth. Her tongue tasted the ridges of his fingertip.

Zan’s eyes went molten, as his other hand tangled into Liz’s hair. “You are mine,” was growled through clenched teeth.

She groaned in pleasure as she sucked his finger harder. Her eyes met his, as she wrapped her hand around his; trapping it and the finger she was focused on. Her tongue teased the underside, as she sucked. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head back. The finger slipping from her mouth, her teeth scrapped against it delicately, teasingly.

As Zan’s finger was freed from Liz’s mouth, he broke her grip on his hand. It cupped her face, the spit slick finger stroked against her cheekbone, leaving a path of moisture in its path. He leaned down and licked the mark from her face. He smirked, before kissing her.

His tongue demanded entrance as his lips ground against hers. Her fingers gripped his arms, almost begging for strength. Her mouth opened as her tongue fought for dominance. Her eyes opening, questioning and pleading, as his slide shut in pleasure.

The hand that was holding her face, slid down to her shirt. His fingers played with the hem, teasing the soft flesh of her stomach.

Liz broke the kiss, as she tried to pull off her shirt, only to have it stuck. Zan’s hand still entangled in her hair, her shirt wrapped around his forearm. Liz bit her lip; it was almost funny, except the passion that burned in Zan’s eyes as he stared at her plain white bra.

“I know it isn’t sexy…” Liz started, as Zan untangled his hand from her hair. As his fingers came free, he knelt before her. His mouth capturing a fabric covered nipple, Liz’s words were lost. Her hands let go of his arms, as they slid into his hair, holding him there.

He suckled as if all he needed in the world came from that nipple. His teeth grazed over the fabric, teasing the flesh to pucker underneath. Zan’s breathe was hot and wet against the already soaked fabric. “Can I have you?” The growl came out almost pleading.

“Please, Zan. Oh, please.” Liz let him lay her down on the bed. As his fingers nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, she pushed them down. The cool air reminded her that she was in nothing but her bra with one wet nipple, and panties.

Zan pulled off his shirt, as he starred down at her. His erection strained against the loose pants. She was there, ready for him, and only for him. “Can I have you?” Zan asked again. He looked up at her, smirking with a dirty grin.

Liz leaned up on an elbow, and unhooked her bra. It hung there, as if daring him to take it off the rest of the way.

Zan leaned down and pulled at the center with his teeth. The cotton ripped a little as his teeth snuck into the fabric.

Liz’s face heated up as she realized what she was doing. It was too late to back down, and the bra was half off when she felt the need to put it back on. Her need for his mouth out weighed her need to cover.

His fingers skimmed the edge of her panties, tickling the skin. A deep growl reverberated deep in his throat as the flimsy cotton pulled away to reveal her naked breasts to him.

“I feel really bare right now…” Liz looked down at Zan’s pants, the chains attached clinked together as he moved. The chill of the metal against Liz’s naked legs cause her to shudder. “Take it off.” Her voice came as a breathless whisper.

“As My Queen commands,” Zan’s pupils dilated as he used one hand to unbutton his pants. “Wanna touch?” He took one of Liz’s hands to help push against the jeans, her hand skimming his bare hip. “You’s feel so delish.” Zan’s growl had been tuned to a whisper.

“I can’t think.” Liz breathed out, as she lifted a foot against his other hip, and pushed his jeans off. Her hand moved from his hip, to her own. Lying back down, she lifted her butt and pushed off the last article of clothing. Liz could feel her thoughts about being uncomfortable being naked in front of a man, drip out of her ears like her brain felt like it was doing.

Zan kissed her stomach softly, his goatee and labret brushing against her. He smiled as Liz tried not to giggle. With her smile, he pulled her panties off completely, and spread her legs. “Lets see if you’s delish alls over.” With that being said, Zan licked at Liz’s labia.

Liz gasped, a strangled sound burst from her throat, as Zan sucked one of her folds into his mouth. His moans of enjoyment vibrated against her already sensitive skin.

She could feel him teasing her insides as much as he had teased her out. “I want you in me.”

Zan lifted his head, teasing her clit with his tongue ring before he spoke. “I was insides ya, Angel.”

Liz moaned, and shook her head. “You know what I mean.”

“If you’s can’t says it, Angel. You’s ain’t getting it.” Zan teased her clit with hard strokes with the ball of his piercing. Each time he did, he received a breathy moan that seemed to be caught in Liz’s throat, a choking gasp of surrender.

“I need you… your… cock…” Liz could feel the word taint her mouth; it was a dirty, freeing feeling. “I need your cock in me.”

“You’s wish is my’s command.” Zan kissed her, hot and heavy, as the feeling of finally understanding what it was to be a woman ran through her blood like fire.

Zan deftly opened the condom he bought for this, rolled it on and grinned down at her wickedly. “See’s you didn’t even needs to ask. I’s respect you.” He positioned himself, and slowly sank into her tight, wet warmth. His breath’s coming out in pants, as he prayed for control to any god who’d listen. As he reached the barrier that held the last bit of her innocence, he kissed Liz again. “Are you’s sure?” He ground out, painfully.

“More then anything.” Liz gasped, She felt stretched, raw and stopping him was the last thing on her mind.

Her cry of pain was mixed with his cry of relief as he was fully inside of her. A tear ran down her face, as the pain subsided. “Move.” A guttural moan tore from her lips, as the pressure skittered across her nerves. Muscles that had almost felt atrophied screamed to life in a desperate act to spur Zan into action.

Zan bit his lip, drawing blood, as he pulled out. His body screamed for him to pound into her, to find his release. As he pushed back in, her walls conformed to him, as if she was made for him and only him.

Liz placed a foot against the small of his back, opening herself wider for him. Her back arched in need, “Harder. I won’t break” Her head flung back baring her sweat coated neck in a sign of unconscious submission.

Zan could feel something break inside of him, at her voice. He slammed into her, causing a gasp in pain from both. The mating dance seemed both gentle and violent as he pushed into her body; both soaked in sweat, and blood.

Liz could feel something building inside of her. She had pleasured herself before, but this was so much more. The waves of pleasure washed over her, molten lava in her veins, electricity just underneath her skin, as Zan used one hand to tease her clit.

Liz’s hair wrapped around Zan’s wrist, it was as if it had a mind of its own.

Zan’s fingers itched to play with the sweat soaked strains, as he held himself above her, pumping in and out of her in a frantic pace.

Liz could feel her breathing shallow, as she was ripped apart by pleasure. It screamed across all nerve endings. Even her eyeballs burned as she collapsed in a sated sweaty mess of satisfaction.

Zan could feel his control slip, as her walls pulsated in a frantic intense fashion. He yelled her name as he felt himself spill into her... His arm felt like a wet noodle, as he collapsed on top of her. A second later, gathered the energy to turn onto his back, pulled off the condom he already hated, knot it and toss in the general direction of his garbage. Liz curled onto his chest, the sweat drying on their skin in slow contentment of the moment. He stroked her hair, as they fell asleep, exhausted and sore from the exertion.