Deja Who? (UC, Z/L, ADULT 1/1) [COMPLETE]

[DMartinez]

Author: Dmartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following belong to Metz, Katims, and UPN. No infringement intended.
Rating: Adult
Category: L/Z
AN: Tentative prequel to A Night on the Balcony.

Deja Who?

I let out a giggle when Max appeared dressed in dark clothes and a torn shirt, hair in spikes and fake jewelry in his ears. "Wow. Maria did a number on you."

"It feels weird." Max shrugged and opened the door for them to leave. "Shall we?"

"I like it." Maria had dressed me in a cut off sweater and a leather skirt. Now I know why. I kiss his pouting lips. He really hates this but I really wanted to go. As I kissed him, I passed along a couple of fantasies to lift his mood. "Like my mother's worst nightmare and my best dream all wrapped in one."

"Maybe your dream will come true tonight." He murmured as we made our way to the party. It was just a few doors down but mingling with other people, pretending to be normal had its appeal on occasion, despite Max's tendency to stay hidden.

We lost each other three minutes into the door. After an hour of mingling, I headed upstairs so maybe Max would find me if he remembered my fantasy. I sat on a bed and waited for him to find me, trying to project to him all the dirty little thoughts I'd been having about him in his party get up. I almost started without him, the thoughts running around in my brain getting me hot. Where was that boy? Then the blessed door opened. "You waitin' for someone, sugar?"

"Only you sweet thing." I purred and leaned back on the bed, crooking my finger at him.

He shut the door and pounced. Then it was a clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. I had never been so turned on before. I love my Max but tonight he was just… so uninhibited. He climbed onto the bed between my thighs, hands roaming from my ass to my breasts. I couldn't keep quiet. His touch alone could make me come, he has done that before. Then the blessed sound of his zipper filled my ears. His hands slid inside my top to perform so much good, fingers pinching all those places that make me weak. I reached down to free him and guided him into my body. That's right, mister, no underwear. As soon as his weeping head was pressed into my slick opening, he dove in. "Ah," I gasped and reached for his flesh to hold on to as he pounded into me again and again. Whatever had gotten into my husband was definitely a good thing. He wasn't usually so rough.

He bucked his hips over and over until I cried out, clawing my nails down his back under his shirt. Then I had to pull him down over me so I could gain a little control as I raced for the edge. He knows me better than to think I'm going to let him do all the work. Then I was screaming out my orgasm, unintelligible phrases until I came down. He panted into my neck as he came a beat later, making me feel so warm. "Yes. Yes. Yes. That was so good, Max."

"Glad you liked it…" He waited a beat before he got to his feet to tuck himself back in. "But who in the hell is Max?"

I blinked at him. Was he still in character? I reached forward to grab his left hand and the first thing I noticed was his ring finger. "Where in the hell is your wedding ring?"

"You movin' a little fast there swee' pea. I ain't the marryin' kind."

"This isn't funny, Max. Cut it out. Where'd lose your wedding ring?" I wagged my ring finger at him.

"Oh shit. My bad." He chuckled to himself but didn't look at all like he was sorry. "You got a husband who looks like me?" He laughed through a fake wince and took his hand back. "Go figure. They made two of us."

"Wait." I got to my feet, righting my clothing. "No. He's dead. You're dead."

"Guess not." He zipped up but still didn't look one bit sorry about what had just happened. "Tell 'im no hard feelin's… you did invite me in."

I threw a pillow at him. "Get the fuck out." He was out the door in a flash. A few moments later he returned. "I said out. Get the fuck out" I threw another pillow.

"Liz?" Max ducked. "You okay?"

"There's a shapeshifter here. He just left." I pointed to the door he had just walked through. He was out the door again in a flash. When he returned an hour later, he was shaking his head. "He looked like you."

"There is no other alien here tonight, Liz. You sure?" He took me in his arms but I was still feeling Zan.

"I saw him. I did." I kissed him hard, willing him to get a flash so I wouldn't have to tell him what I had done. "Did you see?"

"Just you getting started without me." Max followed my lips, his fantasies flooding our connection. "You really think someone was here?" I nodded, clinging to him, making sure he was really my husband. I checked his finger and there was the mate to my band. A little tan line around it because he hadn't taken it off in months. "What if you dozed?"

"I didn't."

"A vision? Maybe he's coming later?"

"But…"

"Sh…" He deepened our kiss. Why wouldn't he believe me? Couldn't he see it? "Come on. There are no other aliens in this building, tonight. We've got this room to ourselves." I just sighed and let my husband's sweat rid me of the other man's smell. "Want me to be in character?"

I barely nodded and gave as good as I got. My mind lingered on my previous round with an alien king. 'Was that really Zan?'

The END