Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (18/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor story.
Previous Chapters
Comments = Love!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Taylor's POV
We worked hard all day unpacking everything. We only took breaks for coffee and water, lunch and dinner. We also got our phone, cable and internet hooked up. When we finally finished for the night, it seemed like the day had just flown by.
Now Zac and I are laying on the couch just vegging. Zac's on top of me, his head on my chest. Although my build is a lot slimmer than his, I like when he lays on me. I like the feel of his sturdy body holding me down. It makes me feel safe and secure.
I sigh quietly and stroke Zac's hair. After a moment he speaks up.
"You know what I've realized?"
"What?" I ask.
"We've been together for almost four months now and we haven't even been on a date yet," Zac says. He lifts his head to look at me. "I want the memory of having a first date with you. A real date." I chew on my lip.
"Like going out for dinner and a movie?" I ask. Zac shrugs.
"It doesn't have to be dinner and a movie," he tells me. "It can be anything. I just, I want to go on a real date like couples do." He looks down at my chest, playing with the chains around my neck. "Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have a first date before we have sex for the first time?" he asks, looking up at me through his eyelashes.
I smile at my brother.
"Yeah, that would be nice," I agree. I run my hands through Zac's hair saying, "So when do you want to go on this date?"
"Tomorrow?" Zac suggests. I chuckle quietly.
"Someone's in a hurry."
"It's not that I'm in a hurry," Zac tells me. "It's just that the sooner we go on our date, the sooner I get to make love to you." He kisses my neck. "The sooner I can be in you." Another kiss. "The sooner I get to make you mine." He kisses my lips softly, but pulls back before I can get my tongue involved. "The sooner I can feel your tight heat wrapped around me."
His words send an intense warmth to my groin. I arch my back, moaning his name. He sucks on the pulse point in my neck and then bites down gently. The heat in my groin spreads through my body. I pull at Zac's shirt and he moves, letting me rip it off over his head. I toss the t-shirt aside and place my hands on his chest, rubbing his soft skin and hard muscles.
"I want you," I murmur, sliding my hand up his neck and into his hair. "I want you so bad." I pull him down, crushing our lips together.
Zac moves his hands under my shirt, tracing my sides and ribs with feather-light touches. I moan against his mouth, sliding my hands over his back and shoulders. I feel his muscles flex and move under his skin as he moves against me. I can feel how strong he is.
I love Zac and I can never say no to him. Whenever he wants to kiss or cuddle or do anything sexual, I let him. And it's not just about pleasing him or keeping him happy. It's about cherishing every moment I have with him because it could all vanish in the blink of an eye.
The day he sees the disgust and hatred in someone's eyes over our relationship will be the day he realizes how very wrong this all is. That's when it will all end. That's when I'll lose him forever. He won't kiss me first thing in the morning. He won't hold me all night. That's why I can't say no. I want to commit everything to memory. The way he kisses, the way he tastes, the sounds he makes. The way he smells, the look in his eyes when I tell him I love him, and the way his fingertips dance over my waist.
I don't notice I'm crying until Zac pulls away and wipes at my tears.
"What's the matter, Baby?" he asks gently. I shake my head.
"Nothing."
"Jordan Taylor, don't lie to me," Zac says in a stern voice. But then his tone becomes gentle again. "I can tell something's wrong and it's not just because you're crying. I see it in your eyes and it's written all over your face. Now, what's wrong?"
"I just... I don't want to talk about it right now. Okay?" I tell him. Zac nods.
"Okay, Baby. That's fine."
"Will you, will you hold me?" I ask, feeling unsure of myself. Zac kisses my forehead.
"Of course."
We shift around until Zac's pressed against the back of the couch and I'm facing him. He wraps his strong arms around me tightly as I curl into his chest. He sighs and kisses the top of my head.
"Everything's okay," he tells me softly. I squeeze my brother tightly.
"Please don't leave," I whisper, a fresh wave of tears assaulting my eyes.
"Shh, Baby," Zac soothes, stroking my hair. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I press myself tighter to him and squeeze my eyes shut. If only he could keep that promise.
Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor story.
Previous Chapters
Comments = Love!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Taylor's POV
We worked hard all day unpacking everything. We only took breaks for coffee and water, lunch and dinner. We also got our phone, cable and internet hooked up. When we finally finished for the night, it seemed like the day had just flown by.
Now Zac and I are laying on the couch just vegging. Zac's on top of me, his head on my chest. Although my build is a lot slimmer than his, I like when he lays on me. I like the feel of his sturdy body holding me down. It makes me feel safe and secure.
I sigh quietly and stroke Zac's hair. After a moment he speaks up.
"You know what I've realized?"
"What?" I ask.
"We've been together for almost four months now and we haven't even been on a date yet," Zac says. He lifts his head to look at me. "I want the memory of having a first date with you. A real date." I chew on my lip.
"Like going out for dinner and a movie?" I ask. Zac shrugs.
"It doesn't have to be dinner and a movie," he tells me. "It can be anything. I just, I want to go on a real date like couples do." He looks down at my chest, playing with the chains around my neck. "Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have a first date before we have sex for the first time?" he asks, looking up at me through his eyelashes.
I smile at my brother.
"Yeah, that would be nice," I agree. I run my hands through Zac's hair saying, "So when do you want to go on this date?"
"Tomorrow?" Zac suggests. I chuckle quietly.
"Someone's in a hurry."
"It's not that I'm in a hurry," Zac tells me. "It's just that the sooner we go on our date, the sooner I get to make love to you." He kisses my neck. "The sooner I can be in you." Another kiss. "The sooner I get to make you mine." He kisses my lips softly, but pulls back before I can get my tongue involved. "The sooner I can feel your tight heat wrapped around me."
His words send an intense warmth to my groin. I arch my back, moaning his name. He sucks on the pulse point in my neck and then bites down gently. The heat in my groin spreads through my body. I pull at Zac's shirt and he moves, letting me rip it off over his head. I toss the t-shirt aside and place my hands on his chest, rubbing his soft skin and hard muscles.
"I want you," I murmur, sliding my hand up his neck and into his hair. "I want you so bad." I pull him down, crushing our lips together.
Zac moves his hands under my shirt, tracing my sides and ribs with feather-light touches. I moan against his mouth, sliding my hands over his back and shoulders. I feel his muscles flex and move under his skin as he moves against me. I can feel how strong he is.
I love Zac and I can never say no to him. Whenever he wants to kiss or cuddle or do anything sexual, I let him. And it's not just about pleasing him or keeping him happy. It's about cherishing every moment I have with him because it could all vanish in the blink of an eye.
The day he sees the disgust and hatred in someone's eyes over our relationship will be the day he realizes how very wrong this all is. That's when it will all end. That's when I'll lose him forever. He won't kiss me first thing in the morning. He won't hold me all night. That's why I can't say no. I want to commit everything to memory. The way he kisses, the way he tastes, the sounds he makes. The way he smells, the look in his eyes when I tell him I love him, and the way his fingertips dance over my waist.
I don't notice I'm crying until Zac pulls away and wipes at my tears.
"What's the matter, Baby?" he asks gently. I shake my head.
"Nothing."
"Jordan Taylor, don't lie to me," Zac says in a stern voice. But then his tone becomes gentle again. "I can tell something's wrong and it's not just because you're crying. I see it in your eyes and it's written all over your face. Now, what's wrong?"
"I just... I don't want to talk about it right now. Okay?" I tell him. Zac nods.
"Okay, Baby. That's fine."
"Will you, will you hold me?" I ask, feeling unsure of myself. Zac kisses my forehead.
"Of course."
We shift around until Zac's pressed against the back of the couch and I'm facing him. He wraps his strong arms around me tightly as I curl into his chest. He sighs and kisses the top of my head.
"Everything's okay," he tells me softly. I squeeze my brother tightly.
"Please don't leave," I whisper, a fresh wave of tears assaulting my eyes.
"Shh, Baby," Zac soothes, stroking my hair. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I press myself tighter to him and squeeze my eyes shut. If only he could keep that promise.
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