"Hey..." Zac leaned up suddenly and grinned down at her. "What happened to the music? You were supposed to pick." he teased. Emma giggled. "I was BUSY...just in case you didn't NOTICE.." she rolled her eyes. Zac growled and buried his face in the hollow between her shoulder and her neck. "Rrrrr....oh yeah...I NOTICED.." he bit down gently on her shoulder, making her squeal and wriggle away from him. "Hey...you aren't going anywhere.." he teased and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her tightly against him. She melted into him and kissed him, deeply. When they pulled apart, he rested his forhead on hers, the tips of their noses touching. "Zac?" she asked softly. "Hmm?" he murmured, back. "Are you planning to keep me BUSY all night?" she asked, her voice low and sexy. "Oh-ho yeah.." he chuckled and gave her backside a squeeze. "Oooh.." she teased then pressed her lips together trying not to laugh, Zac took a nother bite out of her neck and she giggled again. "Zac...Zac..baby..wait.." she laughed as he gnawed on her neck and shoulders. "ZAC!" she hollered still laughing. He leaned up and looked down at her. "What?" he asked with a grin. "If you're gonna keep me that BUSY.." she drawled, " I just HAVE to..." she stopped and rolled him gently off her. "Have to what?" he leaned up on his elbow. "EAT!" she giggled and jumped up while she had the chance. He jumped from the bed and chased her down, but he didn't catch her before she had pulled his large t-shirt over her small body. "Zac..come on.." she giggled as she backed away from him. He was pulling on his jeans, but grinning wickedly. He moved closer to her and grabbed her by the waist again, then he kissed her, effectively melting her into his arms. "Mmm.." she sighed as he loosened his grip on her. "Preview of dessert babe.." he grinned. "Food? Who mentioned food?" she giggled and put her arms around him, kissing him the way he had kissed her a moment ago. He backed up with her in his arms, moving them into the bedroom. As they floppd down on the bed, he kicked the door shut with his toes. Taylor lasted maybe two beers at the bar where he met his friend, Rick. Rick was in a rowdy mood, and had had about a six pack too many already. Tay felt bad for the girl dancing on the stage in front of him, Rick was getting way too close, and she kept having to back up and step away from him. That precaution angered Rick, who was barely able to tell where he was and he kept hollering at her to get back over there, his money was as good as anyone else's. The bouncer moved closer to their table and Taylor decided that Rick was 'this close' to getting kicked out of there, so he finished his beer, laid a tip on the table and slipped the dancer a twenty with an apologetic look. She winked at him, stroked his cheek and pranced to the other end of the stage. Taylor chuckled, shook his head and left, finally headed home. her reached home almost the same time Ike did, ike already being half undressed and getting ready for bed. Ike commented on the fact that Taylor smelled like an ashtray, admonished him for spending too much time in the creepy places Rick liked to hang around in and practicallt begged him to take a shower. "Yes, mother.." Taylor replied and headed for the bathroom, having already decided he desperately needed to bathe. He did that quickly and fell into bed, discovering that his body was exhausted but his mind would not let him sleep. Ike was already asleep, but not snoring yet, thank god. Taylor rolled over and looked in the direction of Zac's empty bed, then at the clock. 'This was easier when I had NO IDEA where he was' he thought to himself, rolled over again, sighed heavily and lay there for a long time before he fell asleep. Zac was dreading leaving Emma's apartment. All he wanted to do was stay here in her arms, not go home to his empty bed and his brothers' snoring. Tonight had been so great, just being with her. After they made love again, Zac actually let her up to get something to eat. She didn't do much, being the middle of the night, just threw a frozen pizza in the oven. When it was done, she pulled a six pack of beer from the fridge, set it on the coffee table then dug through the drawer in the kitchen for a pizza cutter. Zac thought she looked extremely cute, and unbelievably sexy at the same time, when she reappeared from the kitchen. She was back in her little cotton Pj's, her curly hair all toussled and messy, from his hands raking through it over and over, he smiled to himself at that thought. She held the pizza in one hand, like he'd seen waitresses do with a tray full of food, and had a couple of paper plates and napkins in the other hand. Zac quickly stood and took the pan from her hand, swearing under his breath because the pan was still hot and then shifting it, so he could set it on the hotpad and then down on the table. Emma set the paper plates down, and the napkins, then moved a couple of slices onto each plate. She ran her hand through her hair, pulling her tangled curls out of her face, then handed Zac a plate and a beer, then grabbed her plate and a beer and flopped, cross legged, on the couch. The cd player was on, the volume low and the two ate and talked comfortably, Emma skillfully evading any questions about the bar. She kept telling herself that she would tell him, soon, but she was so comfortable and happy, like this she was sure that telling him would ruin everything and she had missed him terribly. Zac was oblivious to her inner struggle, still on an emotional high from the way she responded to him, not just in bed, but in everything. The way she listened to him talk about work, the intelligent questions she asked about writing and recording, even her input when he talked about being stuck or frustrated. She touched him often, usually stroking his cheek or playing with the ends of his hair. |