| Happy Birthday, Zacstud |
| “Zac… Zac wait…” Emma giggled as she fumbled with her keys. Her hands trembled as they tried to get the key into the lock so she could let them both into their small apartment. The combination of his proximity and the whiskey she’d been drinking all night made all her senses reel. She held her breath as the fingers of one of his hands splayed across her hip. He stretched his other arm over his head and leaned against the doorframe. She grinned as he pressed himself against her. “Zac. I am having a hard enough time here, without you rubbing YOUR hard time against my backside.” She giggled as she fumbled with the key yet again. “Yeah well, this wasn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my birthday anyway, babydoll.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him. He lowered his head, pulled her long curls aside and took a soft, wet bite of her neck. “God. Zac…baby…just let me get…the…door…” She managed to get the whole sentence out, even as his arm slid up her body. His mouth still tasted her sweet skin. One hand had her backside firmly pressed against him; the other cupped her breast, fingertips gently pinching her nipple through the think fabric of her tank. “Mmm.” She closed her eyes and let her head rest against the door for a moment as he took his hand off her hip and took the key from her. Her eyes flew open as quickly as the door did, and she giggled as they stumbled through it together. Before she could turn to face him, she heard the door slam. Before her whiskey blurred vision could focus on him, she let her jacket slide down her arms and hit the ground with a thud. “So tell me, drummerman, what DID you think we’d be doing for your birthday?” She looked up into soft brown eyes, lit with desire so light reflected in them like the flickering candles he’d recently blown out on his birthday cake. Her smile brightened when his face broke into the slow, wide grin she loved so much. “Well, Zacstud? You are right baby. It is your birthday.” She licked her lips as she moved toward him. “Jeez Emma.” He groaned inwardly as the way her dancer’s body moved made her appear to be floating toward him. He reached out and ran his fingertips through the long, dark curls that framed her face. Her deep emerald eyes darkened just a bit as he stroked her coffee-with-cream colored skin. He traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. She closed her eyes as he began to speak. “Emma, babydoll, as much as I love Taylor and Jen…and Hannah too, a ‘surprise party’ was not high on my list of ways I wanted to spend my time outside the studio.” He cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips against her neck. “Zac.” Emma pretended to whine, “You mean you weren’t surprised?” She stifled a giggle and feigned disbelief. Then she moaned as his hands caressed her body through her clothes. “Yes. I was. Surprised.” he said between kisses that traveled from one side of her neck to the other. Emma’s breathing quickened and she tilted her head to accommodate Zac’s searching mouth. “Good.” She licked her lips and let him support most of her weight. His mouth and hands were making her knees begin to buckle. “Now what, drummerman? It’s still your birthday.” she whispered. “Emma…you know what…” he growled as he slipped the straps of her tank down over her shoulders. She tilted her head and managed to catch his mouth with hers. He quickly took control, cupping her head and crushing her mouth more firmly onto his. She groaned into his mouth as his tongue searched hers. She shrugged her shoulders so he could push her straps down far enough for her to slip her arms out of them. Once free of them, she reached up and raked her hands through his short, dirty blonde hair. Their hearts pounded a mile a minute, in rhythm with each other, as the kisses gained speed and intensity. They quickly turned to the hungry open-mouthed kisses as his hands toyed with her breasts and warm finger tips pinched and rolled her sensitive nipples between them, sending electric pulses through all her limbs, ending in a demanding ache between her legs. He could not touch her enough, taste her enough, as her hands went to his tan button down shirt and undid the buttons quickly. She pushed it back over his shoulders and he only removed his hands from her body long enough to discard it. She helped him out of the tank top he was wearing and stopped a moment to run her fingers over the simple cross on a leather cord. Her birthday gift to him. As straightforward, honest and non-pretentious as he was. “I love it babydoll.” He whispered in her ear as he pulled her against him. “I’m glad.” She whispered back as his lips just touched hers. |