Two Sides of the Coin
Rating: Teen/Mature
Part Twelve
Liz woke from sleep slowly, almost as if she were testing the day to see if she wanted to join it. When life had been normal, she used to love to wake up this way. It gave her a chance to thing about the previous day, and make plans for the day ahead.
She tried to turn over, but found something was holding her down. Slowly, she opened her eyes, afraid to see what was pinning her to the bed. Her eyes focused, and she realized Zan was lying on the bed next to her, one arm thrown across her body. Alarmed, she peeked under the covers relieved to see she still wore a shirt, though her jeans were gone. Zan must have taken them off of her when he put her in the bed. At least she assumed he had carried her to the bed. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the couch.
She tried to muster up the ambition to be furious with him, or at the very least, annoyed, but it didn't work. Since she was under the covers, and he was on top of them, he obviously hadn't tried anything, and besides, she was starting to get used to having him around.
Liz closed her eyes, shocked by the thought. After Max had died, she swore she'd get out of the alien hellhole that was her life. She forced herself to walk away from Michael and Isabel, though it really wasn't as hard as one would have thought, she wasn't particularly close to either of them. No, Max was the glue that had held that group together. But now there was Zan, and while he wasn't kindling any desires in her to hook back up with the others, she was starting to enjoy his company in a perverse sort of way.
Liz snuggled back under the covers, enjoying the warmth of his body while she thought more about this startling revelation. She was starting to like being around Zan. He made her feel – well she wasn't quite sure yet what she was feeling, but it wasn't anything she ever felt with Max. Max was new love, first love, the kind of love you think will last forever. Maybe it would have, if he hadn't been killed. Being with Zan was exciting, annoying, but exciting. But she was afraid that on some level, she was confusing the two; that the lines between the two of them were starting to blur somehow.
When she thought about Max, she thought about Max. There was no Zan, but when she thought about Zan, the lines between him and Max started to blur.
Blur Liz thought to herself. That means something
A whisper of a thought flitted across her mind, and Liz struggled to capture it, but the more she struggled, the more it eluded her.
Grrr, she thought. It was something about blurring. Why can't I think about it? Why can't I remember?
Liz sighed with frustration, annoyed at her inability to think clearly. It was important, she knew it, but she couldn't remember what it was. Liz's eyes grew heavy as she concentrated, and she drifted off to sleep, still unaware of the connection Max and Zan now shared.
Zan heaved a sigh of relief after Liz dropped off to sleep. He hadn't meant to fall asleep next to her. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her any more. She was, whether she realized it or not, very fragile right now, and he didn't want to be the one to upset her tenuous hold on her calmness. Slowly, inch-by-inch, he started to ease away from her. Liz mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, and moved closer to Zan.
Zan groaned at the close proximity of Liz's body. She was snuggled up against him spoon fashion and he felt his body's reaction to the feel of her behind pressed against his groin. His erection strained against his jeans, and he wiggled a little trying to relieve the pressure, but it only served to make him more aroused.
He knew he should get off the bed, but she felt so good in his arms. She was so soft and delicate. He felt like he never wanted to let her go. Mustering the last reserves of willpower, Zan started to push away, when Liz turned over in her sleep. He stared down, studying her features, and he knew he was lost. He wanted her in a way he hand never wanted a woman before. It wasn't just sexual. He wanted her heart and her soul, along with her body. He wanted to consume her, and to have her consume him.
Liz smiled in her sleep, and her hand brushed against Zan's chest. His breath caught as her hand came in contact with the exposed skin.
"Zan," she murmured, and he was lost.
His hand reached out of it's own volition and began to caress her body, gently. He reached out and cupped her breast with his hand, and Zan who was no stranger to a woman's body, felt as if it were the first time he had ever done so. His hand caressed her breast, teasing the nipple to a soft peak. He ached to put it in his mouth and taste it's tangy sweetness.
Liz's eyes flickered open, and he caught his breath, afraid of the shock and revulsion he'd see in her eyes. Instead, she smiled and slid her hand under his shirt and began to caress his chest.
"That feels nice," she said, her voice a throaty whisper. "But I think I know something that would make it feel even nicer."
"What's that?" Zan asked, his excitement building.
Instead of responding, Liz sat up and pulled her shirt off in one fluid move, then reached out and began to unbutton the shirt that Zan wore. He helped her to pull it off his body, and then reached out and took her hand in his.
"Are you sure?" he asked, softly. "If we do this, there's no turning back."
"I'm sure," she responded.
"I'm not him, Liz. I'm not Max."
"You're Zan, not Max, but you are two sides of the same coin. You told me that yourself."
"What?" Zan asked, confused.
"In a dream, you dream walked me, remember?" Liz said, confusion overriding her passion.
"You did that to me," said Zan. "I don't dream walk. That was Lonnie's gig, not mine."
"Does it really matter?" Liz asked, reaching out to stroke his face, gently. "We're here, together. Max is dead. You're the same, but different, and I want you."
She knelt up on the bed, and straddled his body, and Zan groaned. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't. He wanted her more than he ever wanted anybody. He wanted to feel his body in hers, and make her experience things she had never felt before.
"Who am I?" he asked, his voice clouded by desire.
"You're Zan, and nobody else," Liz whispered.
Zan reached up and looped his arms around the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his. Their lips came together, and it was like no feeling Liz had ever experienced before. And yet, it was. The passion she had felt with Max was there, but it was multiplied a thousand fold with Zan. She snaked her fingers through his thick black hair and kissed him again, allowing her tongue to wander into his mouth. She felt his hands slide down her body and slide her panties off, and she moaned with excitement at the thought of his hands touching her.
Her hands reached down and unfastened his jeans and she knelt up and allowed Zan to raise his hips of off of the bed and wiggle out of the garment. He wore nothing beneath them, and Liz struggled to restrain a gasp of amazement when she realized that.
Zan grabbed her and pulled her to the bed beside him.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"I'm sure you'd better stop talking, and kiss me again," Liz said.
"Baby, I'm gonna do more than kiss you," said Zan. "I'm going to love you like you've never been loved before. I'm going to make you beg for more. I want to hear you scream for me."
"What are you waiting for?" Liz asked suggestively. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she began to press kisses along his jaw. Slowly she moved down his body, tasting each part of him as she moved lower and lower.
Zan groaned, and his hands grabbed ineffectually at her hair as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. He did everything in his power to hold back wanting his release to come, not this way, but with his cock buried deep within her. He exerted a light pressure, pulling her away from him.
"My turn he said to her," and she smiled at him with passion filled eyes.
He took her small breast into his mouth and sucked gently, teasing the nipple to a peak. He ran his tongue around it and nibbled slightly, causing Liz to moan. His hand slipped down between her legs, and his fingers began to slowly caress her steaming folds. He moved his fingers faster, varying the degree of pressure he exerted, and Liz's hips began to move in time to his movements.
"Oh, God," she whispered.
"I told you, I was going to make you scream," he teased. "That wasn't much of a scream. He slid down the length of the bed, pressing warm kisses on her belly until his mouth came to her apex. He brought his mouth between her thighs, and Liz had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. His tongue swirled around bringing her higher and higher.
"Zan," she gasped. "I need to feel you inside of me. I have to. I think I'm going to die if you don't."
At the brink of his own climax, her words excited him even more. He pulled away and looked down at her.
"Last time, Liz. Are you sure?" he asked.
"God damn it, stop being so noble," she demanded. "Or I'll.."
"You'll what?" Zan asked teasingly, using the time to try and muster some control. He was so aroused, he knew if he took her now, it would be over before it began.
Instead of speaking, Liz reached out and pulled his body against hers. She spread her legs, raised her hips and reached down to guide him into her body. She stiffened slightly and tried to stifle a gasp when his initial thrust tore through the thin layer of tissue that made her a virgin.
Shocked, Zan pulled back and stared down at her. "Liz?" he asked, confused.
She nodded and looked up at him, her eyes burning with a combination of desire and trust. Zan vowed then to never do anything to cause her to lose that trust she had placed in him.
He began to move, slowly at first, and then faster as she began to rise up and meet him thrust for thrust. He felt her wrap her legs around him and angle her hips to meet his with the fullest contact as he slid deeper and deeper into her.
He felt her tighten around him as she climaxed, and it drove him over the edge. He relinquished all control, and he too began to climax. He closed his eyes, and he saw Liz, floating in front of him, arms opened to accept him. Next to him was Max, watching and smiling.
We are one, you and I. I am you, and you are me. Protect her Zan, and love her, and she will love you. It is as it should be. We are two sides of the coin, but the sides are the same. We are the same person Zan.
Max is right, the Liz in front of him said. I understand everything now. The lines didn't blur, they merged. The two became one. I belong to you, and you belong to me. We are joined now, forever.
The image faded, and Zan continued to thrust, filling Liz with every fiber of his being. It seemed to last forever, but it wasn't long enough. He never wanted it to end.
When they pulled apart, he looked at Liz, shocked to see tears streaking down her face.
"Di-did I hurt you?" he asked with concern.
"No, you made me whole. I understand now, Zan. We were meant to be together," she said. "Did you see it? Did you see him?"
"He's gone Liz, I'm here," he said.
"No, he'll always be here," Liz said. "In both our hearts. He's a part of us, but he's not between us, Zan. I understand now. Max was trying to tell us that it's okay. He's gone, but he'll always be a part of us."
"Yeah, I get it," said Zan. In a way he was relieved. He hated to think of Max as just not existing, but he wasn't sure how he felt about this merging thing Liz was talking about. He needed some more time to think about it. And right now, the only thing he wanted to think about was the armful of naked girl beside him.
"I don't think I heard you scream loud enough," he said, kissing her deeply.
Liz was about to respond when the door blew off the hinges.
"Really, cause I'm thinking I heard her scream plenty loud enough, ZAN, Rath said, leaning casually against the door frame.