New Banner by Burningchaos
Title: The Changing Shape of Alien Sex
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: Teen
Summary: Liz has a secret for Zan... What is it?
Author's Note: So I said that It's A Nice Day For a White Wedding was the end... I kinda lied... A LOT! They keep writing themselves. And no worries, I'm working on how they got together. Thank you to KiaraAlexisKlay for the support and the title. Thank you to Buringchaos for her continuous pushing. And a giant thank you to all my wonderful readers of this series!! You keep me going! I doubt I'd keep writing this if you all didn't keep reading!!
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, It's A Nice Day for A White Wedding and Married Life is Just Another Word for Sexual Frustration
Zan grabbed Liz around the waist. “How’s my Angel?”
“Giddy, but scared.” Liz smiled up at Zan.
“Why?” Zan frowned. He didn’t like it when Liz was upset in any way. Usually, he just wanted to know the direction that object was so he could destroy it.
“I have a secret.” She leaned up and kissed him.
“I like secrets, unless they’s involve Emo. Then, not so much.” Zan grumbled, and then deepened the kiss.
“This doesn’t.”
“What?” Zan didn’t like the guessing games. He wanted answers.
“Well, you know how you sometimes call me Light Bulb due to my powers?” Liz sighed.
“Well since I calls you it… I’s hope so.” Zan started to sound frustrated. He was getting tired of the games.
“We made a little blub.” Liz smiled.
“What?! Hows do we make a little bulb?” Zan let go of Liz and looked at her confused.
“How did I know subtle wasn’t going to work with you?”
“Why’s be subtle. Just speak your mind.” Zan crossed his arms across his chest.
Liz rolled her eyes, grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her belly. “You have an heir to your throne now.”
Zan’s eyes went wide; it reminded Liz of their wedding. Unlike their wedding, Zan took that moment to faint.
“Well, that went well.” Liz shook her head. She walked over to the phone and called Ava. “Kyle, put Aves on the phone. No, we aren’t going to have phone sex. Kyle, if I wanted to make sweet, sweet love to your wife; would I tape it for you?”
A frustrated groan came from Liz’s throat. “Either put on your wife, or I make sure the only sex you’ll get for the next decade is from Seki… Thanks!”
The soothing tone of Ava’s voice put Liz at ease. “Your master and commander just passed out on me. No I didn’t wear him out during sex… again. Please come over.” Liz gave a thankful prayer as she hung up the phone.
Ava opened the door to Liz and Zan’s apartment without knocking. As she closed the door, she looked at the floor. “What ya do? He looks like he’s been hit by a frying pan. And we know that’s only Drama’s weapon of choice.”
“I’m pregnant.” Liz looked around the room, anywhere but at Ava.
“Oh!” Ava grabbed Liz and bounced in place. “I’m going to be an Auntie! No wonder he dropped like a rock. Men can’t handle stress well. I mean you should have seen him at the wedding, nervous as hell. You’d think they’d build a King better.” Ava rolled her eyes.
“I’m scared.” Liz whispered.
“Why?” Ava pulled back, stroking Liz’s hair.
“Does he want it? What if something happens? How long is a Human/Antarian pregnancy supposed to last? I’m excited too, don’t get me wrong. But there are so many questions, and Zan’s lying on the floor unconscious. Does he even want it?” Liz’s voice wavered a little.
“Of course he wants it. He’s not stupid, or Emo.” Ava giggled, and then tapped one of Zan’s legs with her foot.
“I’s awake! I’s on task, and da deadline’s totally goin’ ta be met.” Zan snuffled in his sleep.
“Look, he thinks he’s supposed to be writing…” Ava smirked. “Is he?”
“He just sent the newest book out. It’s all good.” Liz giggled, and hugged Ava back. “Thank you.”
“Please! I’m your friend. He’s just my King.” Ava laughed. “Can I kick him again to see what he’s going to say next? He reminds me of those toys on TV with the string.”
“No kicking my husband. We need him, and I love him.” Liz let go of Ava, and sat down on the couch. “Shouldn’t we move him somewhere?”
“Are you carrying him? Cause last time I carried his dead weighted ass, I think I threw out my back. I made a note to self after that; he gets his self unconscious, he can drag his self back home.”
“He is home.”
“We saved us a trip!” Ava nodded. “I going to go back to work. I have a client who needs an ensemble for a gala, and I know what I need to get her.”
“I’ll try to wake up his majesty.” Liz smiled softly, as she waved Ava out the door.
She turned back to her sleeping hubby. “I’m calling Max to let him know that his child’s doing fine.” Liz smirked as she walked towards the phone.
“It ain’t Emo’s and we both know dat, Angel.” Zan’s voice rose from the floor.
“I know, but I figured it was the fastest way to get you awake.” Liz nodded.
“But we should call Emo. Cause I wants him to know dat the bestest man won.” Zan stood up and brushed the dust from his clothes.
“So why aren’t we letting Michael know he won?” Liz laughed as Zan chased her around the room.
Zan picked Liz up, and carried her bridal style to the bedroom. “Time we’s celebrate new life… with sex.”
“How is this different from every other night?” Liz laughed as Zan dropped her on their bed.
“Hmmm…” Zan stared at her in thought. “Cause we celebratin’?”
“Just pray Seki doesn’t show up this time.” Liz laughed as she pulled Zan on the bed.
