| "No." Zac answered, "He called the house looking for you and asked for TAY of all people. He had a gig for you, but you stayed gone so long..Em, do you have any idea how I felt?" he asked. "I'm sorry, Zac. I really am...I don't know what else to say except that I was stupid not to tell you from the beginning. I'd never hurt you on purpose, I was trying NOT to.." she said and felt more tears well up. "And that I love you." she added. "I love you too, baby. No more secrts okay?" he asked. "Okay.." she gave him another weak smile and squeezed his hand in hers. "And what do you mean, 'he had a gig for' me? Is he NUTS?" she asked. "God Emma.." Zac sighed, "ARE YOU?" he asked. "Ummm....only about you," she smiled. "If What's-his-name calls you looking for me again, tell him I left town." she gave another weak smile and her shoulders shook, an equivalent to laughter in her weakened state. "Why is that so damn funny to you, Em?" Zac asked frustrated again. "You CAN dance baby.." he grinned. "JACK," he stressed the name so she wouldn't forget it, "told me he could keep you workin' so much your head would spin." "God, Zac..." she rolled her eyes, "I dunno what HE'S thinkin', but it's only a non-boring way to peel off my clothes for a room full of slobbering jerks. I only did it 'cause I needed the money...I couldn't support me AND HER and still go to school.." she took another swallow of water and then groaned. "I missed my damn finals.." she let her head fall back and hit it on the wall behind her. "Oww.." she groaned and rubbed the back of her head, making Zac chuckle. "You can make 'em up, I'm sure." he told her. "Or you can say 'to hell with it' and call Jack. Only thing Tay did right in this whole freakin' mess. Except Jack will want you to put some meat on your skinny ass.." he hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head. "I'll take the make-ups, thank you," she said softly and leaned into him. "I don't think you should, Em." Zac said, after a long pause. "Call Jack, okay? For me?" he asked. "Zac," she sighed, "YOU are the exact reason that I won't call him. I've never had any formal training anyway, and any dancin' I do from now on will only be for an audience of ONE...YOU." she cupped his face in her hands and kissed his soft lips tenderly. "Obviously," he teased, "Your brain still isn't functioning properly. Just do it, Em. You're GOOD, baby. You'd stay busy...put away money for school for Hannah.." he wiggled his eyebrows, knowing that was one of her plans for the future, she considered Hannah half hers, "Travel with ME some.." he gave her a wide grin. "Please, just call him." Zac urged. She groaned aloud and let her head drop to his shoulder. "I don't want to think about that now." she said softly. "I just want to be here, with you. I missed you, too, Zac." "Okay, Em. We'll talk about that later." He ran a hand through her curls and kissed her. "Are you hungry, now?" he asked still worried about how thin she'd become in just a week. She shook her head, no. "Are you SURE?" he asked. "Yeah..." she sighed. "I just want you to hold me, baby." She snuggled against him and he obliged, taking a handful of her hair and rubbing it against his cheek, breathing in deeply. "God I missed you.." he rasped. "You better not ever do that to me again, Em." he squeezed her again. "I DID miss you, Zac. Sleeping on the beach isn't the same without you next to me. Didn't even have the urge to surf.." she murmured, reaching up to his shoulder and playing with the ends of his hair. "Really?" he asked, looking down at her. "Really." she answered. "Surfing doesn't even compare to the way I feel when I am with you." she told him, slipping her hand under the hem of his t-shirt and running the palm of it over his strong warm stomach. |
"Em..." Zac gasped slightly at the touch of her small, soft hand on his bare stomach and tightened his grip on her. "Hmm??" she murmured feeling his tight muscles under smooth, warm, slightly fuzzy, skin. "Baby..." he groaned as her hand slipped over his waist and up to his chest. The tips of her fingers traced his collarbones before they slipped back down his strong pecs to his belly. "Zac?" she called softly, "are you alright?" "Yeah.." he breathed out. "That feels good, Em." he said closing his eyes. "Mmmhmmm..." she sighed and let her hand travel the same trail it had just taken. Zac's fingers tangled in her curls of their own accord as she touched him, re- memorizing all the dips and curves of his body. She leaned over needing to feel more of him, slipping her other arm under his t-shirt and sliding both hands up his ribcage and then over his shoulders. He leaned up slightly and pulled his t-shirt off, then lay back and let her explore him some more, closing his eyes as her thin fingers trailed over his shoulders, up his neck, along his jawline. She laid her hands on his cheeks, tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs, then moving to his lips. They were so soft, full, so sensuous, she thought to herself, thinking about how she had missed them, on hers, on her body, whispering in her ear. She smoothed her hands over his forehead, letting the tips of her fingernails comb through his long, dark blonde hair. He propped himself to a more comfortable sitting position, so she could straddle his hips. He rested his hands on her hips and smiled up at her as she continued her slow, sensuous search of his body. "Damn..." he breathed, slipping his hands under the hem of her borrowed t-shirt, letting his large hands span her tiny, too-thin waist. "Em...you've lost so much weight, baby. I'm afraid I'll break you.." he breathed, wanting desperately to make the same exploration of her body as she was of his, but afraid that he'd hurt her. His breathing was shallow and quick, his cock was already responding to her touch and she hadn't even ventured near there, yet. "It's okay, Zac. I want you to touch me...I missed you." she said, her voice raspy from her still slightly raw throat. "You won't hurt me.." He gently removed her t-shirt and drew his fingers from the sensitive spot behind her ear, making her eyes flutter closed and her breathing quicken, down her neck, to trace her collarbone. He continued from the hollow her slightly protruding bones made there down her chest and between her breasts. Her small hands tightened on his shoulders as he leaned up to kiss her where his fingers ended their trail, and let her head drop back as his mouth made hot, wet and electrifying sears on her skin. He sucked gently on the cleaveage that escaped her bra cups, working his way up, over her shoulders to her neck. He kissed a gentle, wet trail along her jawline ending at the soft curve of her chin. His hands tangled through her curls, pulling her head gently down so he could kiss her lips. When their lips met, a raging fire blazed instantly in both of them and they clung to each other, hands desperately roaming over their exposed skin, fingers tangling into each other's hair, as their kisses became hotter, more wanton, tongues plunging mercilessly in their attempt to find one another, to stroke the other into a fevered need. Zac reached up and unclasped her bra at the back, and Emma curved her spine to shrug out of it without removing her mouth from Zac's. She moaned into his mouth as his large, warm hands covered her breasts and kneaded them, then cupped the underside and flicked his fingers lightly over her stiffening nipples. She scooted back to sit on his thighs, and he followed to a completely upright position, unwilling to let their mouths part even for a moment. |