Um, that hadn't been meant as an offer or as a suggestion of something to do that night. They were friends in a very awkward undefined stage that certainly didn't need to get complicated by such a...he wasn't sure what the right adjective was because he was trying to think...game, but that, they didn't...but oh Merlin.
Tracey was thinking about it. Zach was fairly certain. She wasn't the hardest to read while, fuck, drunk. Drunk. Oh Zach, he mentally shook his head. The little signs were there, as to where her mind was going. And perhaps for that very moment it would have been better if she had been repelled by that idea.
But Tracey liked that kind of thing? Bloody hell that was an amazing thing. Really, so many people were damn boring in bed, and that did not work when it came to sex. he didn't want just, but no he was not going down that path. He was the sober one. he had more self-control. And it was well damn time he used it. At least on his thoughts.
And she spoke.
Fuck.
Zach wanted to, a lot. Of some type, maybe even dipping lightly into the toys he had. Nothing as detailed and...quite as power played as the pet thing. But he wanted to.
Tracey had said she liked it because it was him. Did that count? Did that count? He wanted it to count. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh yea he wanted to. Fuck.
He wasn't even drunk! That made his eyes widen up a bit, all on its own. Zach had taken only a single shot of liquor, and he wanted to have sex with her. How was that possible?
"You'll figure out what you want?" Zach asked, "When sober?" Perhaps if she promised and it was like...a rain check, sort of. That would make it more okay at least.