"OH? And why is that too bad?" Taylor asked curious. "Because. She's nice. Just a little timid, that's all." Emma answered. "You're not timid though are you?" he asked cryptically. Emma shrugged her shoulders. "No reason to be. You won't get much out of life if you don't go for it. I don't plan on stayin' at this stinkhole all my life, Tay." she said matter-of-factly. "Be easier if I didn' have to worry about my mother too.." she sighed. "Tay I really have to go. I will tell Zac soon, but not tonight okay? You guys just got back.." "Okay, sugar baby.." he grinned. "See you soon.." "Bye, Tay.." she chuckled at how he used her stage name, trying not to offend her, or utter her REAL name either. she turned back to him for a moment. "Hey Hanson.." she called out. Taylor's heart pounded out of his chest at the sound of her voice calling him. "What?" he grinned as he turned back to her. "If I see you in this bar again, I will kick your ass and take that fucking dorky cap.." she laughed. "OOh hurt me.." he teased. "And what the hell is wrong with my cap?" he asked indignantly. "It's not you. You ARE a goober, but not that big a GEEK.." she said. "Get a blue one...the kind that are fitted, you know..have your haed measured, buy the right size..." she continued. "Thank you fashion guru.." he bowed with his hands up, palms out, making her laugh. "get going, before Zac wonders where you are.." he said. "Nite Tay." Emma shook her head, jumped in her car and sped away. Taylor pulled off his hat and looked at it a minute when he got into his truck. He smiled and threw it on the passenger seat, started the truck and sped in the other direction, heading home. He knew Zac would be gone by the time he got there and he was suddenly feeling extremely guilty and like shit, because he was jealous and knew exactly why. 'FUCK' he muttered and changed direction, heading for the other seedy hangout his freind Rick usually hung out in. he could use another beer. Zac pulled up behind Emma's car and parked. He looked up at the window and saw that the light was on so he went up, his heart beating wildly. His arms ached to have her in them, he wanted to bury his face in her silky curls and just BREATHE. He stopped out side her front door and knocked lightly. He heard rushed movement and then the door flew open. He almost gasped out loud, Emma stood before him, her green eyes bright, her dark curls still wet and wrapped in nothing but a towel and a smile. "Hey stranger.." she said softly. "Hi.." he breathed and then she blushed and remembered to let him in the house. "I'm sorry, Zac.." she began quickly, "I got sidetracked at the bar and am running a little late. I just wanted to get the smoke smell off.." She shut and locked the door behind him. "I'll be.." she started and moved in the drection of her bedroom. Zac grabbed her wrist gently. "Don't apologize.." he said quietly. "You look great." She smiled up at him. "Thank you. But I can't very well go out like this.." she giggled. "Do you even feel like it Em? We could stay here, if your mom doesn't mind the TV on or the stereo.." he offered. "Actually, she won't be home all night. She's visiting a friend in San Diego, she hates driving at night, so she usually spends the night." Emma told him. "Than let's stay in.." he said softly. "I missed you." "I missed you too, Zac." she trembled slightly as he pulled her closer. He took her face in his large, warm hands and kissed her. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips met hers and her blood rushed noisily through her body, making her ears ring. When they parted, she looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled up at him. "You have one helluva a hello, you know that?" she teased. He chuckled and stroked her hair back, twisting a curl around his finger. He let it go and stroked her cheek with his fingertip. She shivered slightly from his touch, but he figured she was cold, just out of the shower and still in a towel so he stepped back. "Go ahead Em...wanna listen to music? Or TV?" he asked. She went into her room but left the door open and began digging through her drawer for the pj's she wanted. "I don't watch much TV, Zac. Don't usually have time. Why don't you just put the stereo on? Cd's are on the top shelf..." she called out. "Kay.." he called back and looked through her collection. He chuckled when he saw what she had, recalling an old Billy Joel song with the line 'maybe she's the quiet type that's into heavy metal..' though he didn't really consider Emma the 'quiet type' at all. She had a wild streak, and he loved that about her. Whoever started printing the bumper stickers with NO FEAR on them, HAD to be thinking of her. He grinned again when he saw that she also had most of their CD's along with her hard rockin' stuff and some that would be considered adult alternative, and a bunch of classic rock compilations. There was such an array that he had no idea what to put on. "Anything in particualr, Em?" he called out. "No. Whatever you wanna listen to is fine..if you like any of the stuff I have..you can turn on the radio if you want.." she said on her way out to the living room. He stood staring for a moment, his breath stolen. She had combed her wet curls and shaken them out, and they hung around her face in glistening chocolate ringlets. She waswearing a pair of small, cotton, boxer-like shorts and a cotton tank that clung to her full breasts and bared her belly button to his gaze. Her nipples were erect and strained against the thin fabric of her tank. He looked her over, and noticed the tiny silver ankle bracelet on her left foot. He suddenly wanted to lick her sweet skin, starting from her anklet and working all the way up to hr neck and shoulders. He shook his head slightly and grinned. |