Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2003 7:37 pm
~11~
Zan parked his motorcycle outside the apartment complex. He got off stiffly, mostly due to the fact that her body pressed up against his had given him quite an arousal, and turned to help her off the bike.
She was sitting straddled over the seat, the little red dress up almost to the top of her thighs. He groaned out loud and was thankful the helmet kept her from hearing.
She took the helmet off, causing her curly hair to come down in a tangle. He smiled as she peered up at him through strands of silky hair, her brown eyes sheepish. He took the helmet and placed it on the back on the bike, then used his powers to make sure the bike wouldn't be stolen.
Zan reached over and picked her up off the bitch pad. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, but slipped off when his leather jacket came up over her hands. His grip was tight enough that he didn't drop her.
Instead he swung her up, hooking her legs up over his other arm and strode forward, content as she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him.
"Zan," she murmured.
"Hmm?" he asked as they entered the elevator.
"I can walk."
"Not in those shoes, you can't," he teased, stepping out as the door opened.
She giggled, "I meant that you don't have to carry me. I don't want you to get tired."
He chuckled and shifted her so he could get his keys. "You ain't that heavy, sweets." His door swung open and he swept her over the threshold. "Think of this as ya honeymoon."
"Are you my new husband?" Her voice was rippling with laughter and he tried not to imagine what that would be like. He didn't need any human crap like that. He had enough shit to deal with when Ava was on one of her “destined mate” trips.
He put her down abruptly and closed the door, a little harder than necessary, and went to the kitchen.
"Zan?" she said, tone apologetic, "I'm sorry, did I say anything wrong?"
"Nah," he replied, "You want a soda?"
"Sure," she said awkwardly. He handed the coke to her and looked her over. She was fiddling with the top of the can and biting her lip.
She looked beautiful standing there, looking overly innocent in his leather jacket, that was several sizes to big for her petite frame.
He felt a sudden streak of possessiveness and another of anger when he thought of that frat boy with his grimy hands all over her...
~
Roz watched him cautiously as rage blossomed in his eyes. She should feel scared. She was in an unknown apartment with a strange man, who was like a tiger. She remembered his eyes at the club, when Brett had refused to let her go on the dance floor. The violence she had seen in them...
But she was feeling protected, and safe, and she instinctively realized that the anger was not at her, but at something he couldn't control.
"Zan?"
"Yeah?" He opened his can of soda and took a swing.
"I like your apartment."
"Thanks." He smiled at her devilishly. "I like it too."
~
His apartment was a thing of pride and joy to him. He had saved up enough to buy it and furnished it according to his style. Black and gray. His landlord, Dogan, had said as long as he returned the apartment the way he had bought it...It was cool.
It had only taken him five months to get enough to complete it and get his cycle. Now he was working on a place for Ava. He couldn't get her a place in his building cause it was full up with crazy senior citizens, but he needed her close. He needed to make sure he could protect her, she was just a pawn to Lonnie and Rath, and that was dangerous.
"Wanna watch some TV?"
"Sure." She followed him into the main living room and sat down on the couch after laying his jacket on the back. He turned on the TV and grabbed the channel changer. She was sitting with her legs curled under her, shoes under the coffee table.
She looked like she belonged there.
He shrugged and sat down next to her, kinda lounging so that her knees brushed his leather incased legs. "So sweets, how's life been treatin' ya?"
"Pretty good. I'm graduating as valedictorian in a couple days, and I got to opt out of exams. I got into NYU, the only problem is living in the city."
"Wha's so bad 'bout the city?"
"It's big," she pointed out, blushing, "And scary. I'm afraid I might get lost or something."
I got's a deal for you sweets," he propositioned her.
"What?" She leaned forward even as he did and they were nearly nose to nose.
"I shows you 'round da city, so yous can get used to da streets, and you and me hang out some more."
"Deal," Roz responded softly, and she leaned forward more. Zan stifled a moan, her cherry red lips glossy and tempting. Her tiny hand crept in between them, signifying a shake to seal the deal. He laughed, and crossed the distance separating them.
She tasted so sweet. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she made a little noise her mouth tentatively opened for him.
But he resisted and pulled back slowly, watching her flushed face. She opened her chocolate brown eyes and stared at him, her gaze slightly dazed and starry.
"Happy birthday, Rosalyn."
TBC...
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Zan parked his motorcycle outside the apartment complex. He got off stiffly, mostly due to the fact that her body pressed up against his had given him quite an arousal, and turned to help her off the bike.
She was sitting straddled over the seat, the little red dress up almost to the top of her thighs. He groaned out loud and was thankful the helmet kept her from hearing.
She took the helmet off, causing her curly hair to come down in a tangle. He smiled as she peered up at him through strands of silky hair, her brown eyes sheepish. He took the helmet and placed it on the back on the bike, then used his powers to make sure the bike wouldn't be stolen.
Zan reached over and picked her up off the bitch pad. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, but slipped off when his leather jacket came up over her hands. His grip was tight enough that he didn't drop her.
Instead he swung her up, hooking her legs up over his other arm and strode forward, content as she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him.
"Zan," she murmured.
"Hmm?" he asked as they entered the elevator.
"I can walk."
"Not in those shoes, you can't," he teased, stepping out as the door opened.
She giggled, "I meant that you don't have to carry me. I don't want you to get tired."
He chuckled and shifted her so he could get his keys. "You ain't that heavy, sweets." His door swung open and he swept her over the threshold. "Think of this as ya honeymoon."
"Are you my new husband?" Her voice was rippling with laughter and he tried not to imagine what that would be like. He didn't need any human crap like that. He had enough shit to deal with when Ava was on one of her “destined mate” trips.
He put her down abruptly and closed the door, a little harder than necessary, and went to the kitchen.
"Zan?" she said, tone apologetic, "I'm sorry, did I say anything wrong?"
"Nah," he replied, "You want a soda?"
"Sure," she said awkwardly. He handed the coke to her and looked her over. She was fiddling with the top of the can and biting her lip.
She looked beautiful standing there, looking overly innocent in his leather jacket, that was several sizes to big for her petite frame.
He felt a sudden streak of possessiveness and another of anger when he thought of that frat boy with his grimy hands all over her...
~
Roz watched him cautiously as rage blossomed in his eyes. She should feel scared. She was in an unknown apartment with a strange man, who was like a tiger. She remembered his eyes at the club, when Brett had refused to let her go on the dance floor. The violence she had seen in them...
But she was feeling protected, and safe, and she instinctively realized that the anger was not at her, but at something he couldn't control.
"Zan?"
"Yeah?" He opened his can of soda and took a swing.
"I like your apartment."
"Thanks." He smiled at her devilishly. "I like it too."
~
His apartment was a thing of pride and joy to him. He had saved up enough to buy it and furnished it according to his style. Black and gray. His landlord, Dogan, had said as long as he returned the apartment the way he had bought it...It was cool.
It had only taken him five months to get enough to complete it and get his cycle. Now he was working on a place for Ava. He couldn't get her a place in his building cause it was full up with crazy senior citizens, but he needed her close. He needed to make sure he could protect her, she was just a pawn to Lonnie and Rath, and that was dangerous.
"Wanna watch some TV?"
"Sure." She followed him into the main living room and sat down on the couch after laying his jacket on the back. He turned on the TV and grabbed the channel changer. She was sitting with her legs curled under her, shoes under the coffee table.
She looked like she belonged there.
He shrugged and sat down next to her, kinda lounging so that her knees brushed his leather incased legs. "So sweets, how's life been treatin' ya?"
"Pretty good. I'm graduating as valedictorian in a couple days, and I got to opt out of exams. I got into NYU, the only problem is living in the city."
"Wha's so bad 'bout the city?"
"It's big," she pointed out, blushing, "And scary. I'm afraid I might get lost or something."
I got's a deal for you sweets," he propositioned her.
"What?" She leaned forward even as he did and they were nearly nose to nose.
"I shows you 'round da city, so yous can get used to da streets, and you and me hang out some more."
"Deal," Roz responded softly, and she leaned forward more. Zan stifled a moan, her cherry red lips glossy and tempting. Her tiny hand crept in between them, signifying a shake to seal the deal. He laughed, and crossed the distance separating them.
She tasted so sweet. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she made a little noise her mouth tentatively opened for him.
But he resisted and pulled back slowly, watching her flushed face. She opened her chocolate brown eyes and stared at him, her gaze slightly dazed and starry.
"Happy birthday, Rosalyn."
TBC...
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