New "Song to Sing" Chapter!

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Title/Chapter: Song to Sing (08/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zac / OFC: Olivia
Genre: Love / Romance / AU
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: first person, switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: This is written for the Hanfic Genre Challenge
Other Notes: Sequel to Collide
Word Count: 2,755
Warning: Graphic Sexual Situations
Previous Chapters
Summary: After The Walk Tour ‘08, Olivia and the rest of Late Night Romance move down to Tulsa so Olivia can be with Zac. After entering her second trimester, there’s a tragic loss that sends Olivia in to a devastating depression that puts a huge strain on her relationship with Zac. Will they be able to overcome this hardship or will it destroy them?

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

OLIVIA’S POV

After Taylor’s ice pack has melted I send him on his way. Once he’s gone, I find my keys and jump in my car, determined to make things better between him and his brother, one destination in mind: Zac’s house.

When I get there, I pull in to the driveway and park. Zac’s car is in the drive in front of mine. I sigh as I look up at the house where I used to live, the place I used to call home. I take a deep breath, shake off the sadness and climb from my car. I walk up the front steps and ring the doorbell, which feels so odd to be doing at this place.

After a moment Zac opens the door with a grin on his face, but it immediately drops when he sees who’s standing opposite him. “Hey,” I murmur.

He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a hard look. “What do you want?” he asks gruffly.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened between you and Taylor,” I answer.

“You’re not just saying that so I‘ll let you in, are you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, I honestly want to talk to you about what happened today,” I tell him. Zac nods and steps back, letting me in the house. He leads me in to the living room and sits on the couch. I sit down facing him, one ankle tucked under the other knee, sitting sideways and a good foot away from my ex.

I notice three angry looking scratches on his cheek and reach out to touch them lightly. He flinches, whether in pain or just because it’s me, I’m not sure. “Did Taylor do that to you?” I ask. Zac grunts in response. “Jesus,” I mutter. There’s a beat of silence. “You know you got him pretty good too, a fat lip and a black eye.”

“Yeah, well, he deserved it,” Zac replies.

“No he didn’t. Well, no, I take that back,” I say. “He deserved it for hitting you first, which he shouldn’t have done. But you could have been the bigger man and walked away.”

“I don’t walk away quite that easily,” he tells me.

“It seemed pretty easy when you walked away from me,” I murmur.

Zac’s head whips around and he glares at me. “That was different,” he says. “You betrayed me. And it seems my brother has now too.”

“I got him to change his mind. He’s going to continue to work on the album. But maybe you should keep talking about Kate to a minimum,” I suggest. “It seems to get him really upset.”

Zac snorts. “Yeah, that’s because he thinks we belong together.”

“We do,” I say quietly. Zac shoots me a glare. I move closer so my shin is resting against his thigh. “Don’t you see it?” I ask. “We were always meant to be together. Every relationship has it’s up’s and down’s. This is just a down for us right now.” I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “I promise things will be different if you take me back.”

“How?” Zac asks quietly. “How are things going to be different? You won’t be depressed anymore? Or you won’t sleep with your best friend anymore?”

“Both,” I murmur. “I’ve been working so hard on my music and it’s been a big help. I hardly ever have a bad day now and I actually get out of bed and shower every day. The only thing that makes me feel even a bit depressed is not having you around.” I look away from him for a moment and sigh. “I miss you so much. Every single day,” I say quietly. “I just… I just want back what we used to have.” I sniff, tears burning in my eyes.

Zac doesn’t say anything and I don’t know if it’s because my words are having no effect on him or if it’s because it’s making him angry. I just wish he’d say something to me. “Zac?” I murmur. “Please say something.”

He looks down at his hands and begins picking at his cuticles. “You really hurt me,” he says quietly.

“I know,” I whisper. “I can’t believe how stupid I was.”

“Did you even think about me when it was happening? I mean, did you even consider my feelings?” he asks.

A tear trickles down my face. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I wasn’t thinking about you at all. I was only thinking about being able to feel again because I just felt so numb. I didn’t care if it was pain or pleasure, I just wanted to feel. I was being selfish. I hurt you and I basically used my best friend for my own benefit. But you know, he forgave me.”

“He wasn’t in love with you,” Zac retorts. “You were just someone to fuck.”

I close my eyes for a moment, the tears running in rivulets down my face. “That’s not true,” I tell him.

Zac looks over at me. “What?”

“He was in love with me. He’s still in love with me,” I explain. “He had these feelings for years, but when I met you he vowed never to say anything because he knew we belonged together.” I shrug.

“Then how do you know now?” he asks.

“Because after you found us, I got pissed at him and he told me. We didn’t talk for a week.” I scrub at the tears on my face, getting angry at myself for crying in front of my ex. “I’m so stupid,” I mutter. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just hope you can forgive Taylor. I know he’s a dumb-ass sometimes, but don’t hold it against him. He’s just doing what he thinks is right.”

When I turn to get up, Zac grabs my wrist and pulls me back down on to the couch. “Don’t go,” he whispers. I look at him and there’s something written in those chocolate colored eyes that has me leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

The kiss starts out soft and sweet but then turns desperate, Zac’s fingers curling in my hair. Tears rain down my face as he kisses me thoroughly with his tongue and teeth. He tugs a little too roughly on my hair, but I don’t care. I want his hands on me whether they’re gentle or not. I just want him to touch me, to love me. Maybe what he’s doing isn’t out of love but out of hurt. But once again I don’t really care, I’m doing this as an apology.

Soon Zac is pulling me up off the couch, keeping our lips attached, and guiding me towards his bedroom. The bedroom I once called mine. When we get there he pulls away from me, both of us panting and out of breath from kissing so avidly and trying to walk at the same time. He steps up to me so we’re toe to toe and slowly lifts the hem of my shirt. He lifts it until I raise my arms over my head so he can pull it off all the way, tossing it to the ground. Then he lets his hands trace over my bare skin, skittering so lightly it raises goose-bumps on my arms. “Zac,” I breathe.

“Shh,” he murmurs. Then he begins to kiss over my collarbones, licking and sucking his way across to one side and then back again. He licks a path down between my breasts and nuzzles between them. I stroke his hair gently as he keeps his cheek pressed against my heart, his hands reaching around to unclasp my bra. Then he straightens up and slowly slides the straps down my arms and lets the piece of clothing fall at our feet. He leans back down, sucking, licking and rolling my nipples between his teeth until they’re hard little pebbles, making my heart pound against my ribs.

I dig my hands in to his hair as he kisses a path down my torso, stopping to bite gently at the side of my navel. He soothes over the bite with his tongue as he pops the button on my capris and slowly slides the zipper down. He works my tight pants down over my hips and ass, letting them pool at my ankles. I kick my flip-flops off and let Zac help me the rest of the way out of my jeans. He tosses them aside and immediately starts to pull my panties down my legs. I shiver as his fingers gently trace the insides of my thighs.

Zac slowly gets to his feet and stares in to my eyes. It’s almost as if those brown orbs are staring right in to my soul. I visibly shiver and Zac trails his hands softly over my shoulders and down my arms, down my sides, his hands coming to rest on my hips. He steps closer and tilts his head down, kissing me deeply, lovingly. I let my hands wander up to his hair, digging in and holding on. I never want him to let me go. But he soon does, stepping back and lifting his shirt up and off over his head.

My breath catches in my throat when I see how even more toned his body has become since the last time I’d seen him without a shirt months ago. I move closer to him, my hands reaching out to touch the hard muscle under soft skin. I lean in, kissing the place right over his heart. Then I lick and suck at his nipples, making him moan and toss his head back. I briefly wonder if Kate knows how much he enjoys having his nipples played with. But I push that to the far recesses of my mind. I don’t want to focus on her, I want to focus on making Zac feel good.

I slowly pop the button on his jeans, undoing the zip and pushing the denim down over his hips and ass. The pants pool at his ankles and he kicks them away, leaving him in only his boxer-briefs. I let my hands slide down his abdomen, feeling the muscles flutter beneath his skin. My hands slowly make their way down to his cotton briefs, pulling them down, letting his stiff cock spring free.

Zac takes my hands in his, placing them palm to palm and weaving our fingers together. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I’ve missed you too,” I whisper shakily, letting him pull me against his naked body. Everywhere his skin touches mine feels like it’s on fire, but such a good fire. It’s the heat of passion.

He wraps his arms around me tightly and bends his mouth down to mine, kissing me softly and sweetly, his tongue sweeping around my mouth leaving no crevice untouched. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me over to the bed we had shared for so long, the one that I used to call mine. Zac pulls the covers back and slides between the sheets, beckoning me with his hand. I crawl up beside him and we lay on our sides, facing each other. He strokes my hair lightly, pushing my long bangs back from my eyes. Then he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. His lips find mine again and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

We kiss for a while, just slow and gentle, but the fire of arousal burning in my belly keeps growing bigger. With every kiss, every swipe of the tongue, every gentle nibble, another log gets added to the fire. Before long I’m soaking wet between my legs and my clit is begging for attention. I moan, rubbing against Zac’s thigh, wrapping my legs around it. Zac chuckles lightly, moaning at the end as my hip brushes against his weeping erection. “Please, Zac,” I whimper. “I need you.” He groans as he grinds against my hip.

“I need you too,” he gasps. Then he’s gently turning me on to my back, climbing in between my legs. He lays against me, his body flush with mine as he leans in for a kiss, slow, gentle, loving. Then I feel the head of his cock rubbing against my clitoris making me moan, my back arching. “You like that?” he asks, his voice deep and husky with arousal. I nod, lifting my hips to his. He gets the hint and slowly slides his thick cock inside me. He fits perfectly, like always.

He begins a slow, steady rhythm, moving his hips in tight little circles, just barely brushing against my pleasure point with each swivel of his hips. I groan. “Please,” I gasp. “No teasing. Please.” Zac kisses my mouth, my cheeks, my forehead.

“I’ll do what I damn well please,” he says quietly. “This is my game. You tortured my heart, now I’m going to torture your body.”

I whimper and not from pleasure. “This is just a game to you?” I ask, tears springing to my eyes. Zac pulls back to look down at me. His hips stop their movements as a pained look comes over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, starting to pull away but I grab his shoulders and pull him down against my chest.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t go. Do what you want with me, I don’t care. I deserve it. I deserve to be used and abused.”

Zac lifts his head from my shoulder, looking me in the eye. He’s silent for a moment, just studying my eyes. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I hope he finds it soon. After another minute of silence he leans back in, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me gently. “I don’t want to use or abuse you,” he says.

“Then what do you want to do to me?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, hanging his head.

I stroke the singer’s hair, gently moving my fingers through it as I lick over my parched lips. “Lets just forget about the past for right now,” I suggest. “Lets just live in the moment, in the pleasure we’re giving to each other. Lets not think about the pain I’ve caused. Can we do that?”

Zac lifts his head, shaking his hair back from his face. “Yes,” he murmurs. “I’d like that.” I smile at him and wipes the tears from my eyelashes. He kisses my eyelids, then my nose before his lips finally land on mine. He’s sweet and gentle when he kisses me, his hips offering the same treatment.

Our bodies move in a steady rhythm, each of us keeping time with the other. Our hands explore and our lips taste. We both shed tears that mix together on my skin, Zac catching them on his lips. We murmur I love you’s and I need you’s and please don’t stop. Our hips push and pull, taking me through two climaxes that have me clinging to the man above me, crying tears of pleasure. And maybe, just maybe, tears of sadness, of the mistakes of made, of what those mistakes cost me.

Soon Zac begins to shake, his muscles tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. I nuzzle his ear, whispering encouragingly to him, telling him it’s alright to let go. With a shout, he cums hard unloading his hot seed inside of me. Feeling his thick cock pulsing inside me sets off my third and final orgasm. Our mouths mold together, our tears mixing on our faces. “I love you,” Zac murmurs.

“I love you too,” I gasp.

The drummer rolls off of me and stares up at the ceiling silently, both of us panting. But then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I turn on to my side, letting his body wrap around me from behind. I feel so safe in this position, his strong body protectively curling around my smaller frame. I want to stay like this forever. He pushes my hair to the side and lays tiny kisses on the back of my neck, nuzzling gently with his nose. “Stay,” he whispers.

“As long as you want me,” I reply quietly. Then my eyes slide shut but I force myself to stay awake until Zac’s breathing becomes slow and even and I’m sure he’s slipped in to dream world. Only then do I let myself fade in to unconsciousness.



Stay Tuned for Chapter Nine!