shit we shouldn't do Who: Lance and Zania Where: Lance’s House When: Pre-dawn Warning: NSFW
Lance had slept even after Kenzie left, not really waking or moving until extremely late. Then he was looking at the ceiling. He supposed he was feeling better, in a way, because he found the motivation to get out of bed, throw on jeans and a tank top that was at least three sizes too big and raid Kenzie's cigarette stash. He could smoke inside, but it felt wrong. Maybe because the house was the nicest place he'd ever lived. He'd set himself up on the porch half curled up on himself, smoking slowly, staring off into space.
It had been a long quiet night that left Zania too much time to think. She was looking forward to having the club open, if for no other reason than the music seemed to sweep away her thoughts and keep her mind occupied elsewhere. She knew it’d be busier, most likely harder work, but hopefully more enjoyable than a night at the diner. Practically no one came in after midnight and she found herself dozing behind the counter. When she realized it was practically dawn, she grabbed her stuff and took off, hurrying towards home.
As she was walking down her street, she slowed, watching a figure smoke on the front porch of the house next door. It was only when she was right in front of her house that she stopped and laughed softly before continuing on to the house, then starting up the front walk. “You didn’t tell me we neighbors,” she said when she got close enough.
Lance didn’t even notice her until she was talking. Then he sort of half rolled his eyes to her, staring at her for a long moment. “Are we?”
“We are,” she said, walking up his sidewalk and then onto the porch. “I’m right over there,” she said, nodding towards her house. “No sleep again?”
He half looked where she pointed, but not really. It was weird that she was on his porch. Just like that. “Too much sleep. Can’t smoke in the house.” He looked up at her, finally really looking at her. “What’s up?”
“You shouldn’t smoke at all,” she said, but knew that the ‘smoking will kill you’ line barely worked on people anymore. There were so many other things that tended to kill them first. “Just getting home from work and saw you here. Thought I’d come say hi.”
“There’s a lot of shit I shouldn’t do,” Lance said, though it lacked the mirth he usually had. Her reasoning for being there wouldn’t have normally done anything, but considering how low he was feeling, that wasn’t really what he was expecting. “You just...wanted to talk to me?”
“Yeah,” Zania answered, coming over to sit next to him. “Is that okay?” It had been hours since she’d seen anyone and it would probably be hours before she saw anyone. Usually this was when she went home and went to bed, unable to get out of the house once the sun came up. “How was your drinking party with Lily?”
Lance made a little bit of a face when she sat with him, but he didn’t push her away. He just wasn’t sure what to do other than sit there, staring at her. “S’fine,” he said after a minute, though he wasn’t sure why she’d want to. At mention of Lily he looked at his cigarette instead. “Didn’t go.”
That wasn’t the answer she expected. “Why not?” Zania asked, frowning. She knew Lily had been really looking forward to it. Zania had even given her the booze she needed and kept her mouth shut about what had happened between her and Lance. It didn’t seem right to ruin her friend’s good time over her own mistake.
Lance looked at the cigarette as he ashed it out on the porch and shrugged one shoulder, looking too slender, all shoulders in the oversize tank top. “Didn’t feel up for it. Happens.” He took another drag on the cigarette, half glancing at her, judging her reaction. She’d judge him for it he guessed. Lance the asshole, the flake. A waste of space.
He didn’t feel up for hanging with a cute girl? Zania would have understood him flaking out on her, since she felt like a total downer lately, but not Lily. “Are you okay?” she asked. It was late for him to be up. Just like the other night. “You seem even lower than the other night.”
Lance rolled the cigarette between his fingers before taking another drag. “No. Not okay.” That should be obvious wasn’t it? Definitely not okay.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, then pressed her lips together, thinking. “Or would a distraction help?” Because she could be distracting when she wanted to be.
He was looking at the cigarette in his hand and when she offered the distraction he looked at her instead, then shook his head. “Not up for a roll in the hay,” he told her because he wasn’t. “And there’s nothin’ to talk about. Just can’t. Can’t do all this.” All this being breathing and living.
“I wasn’t offering a roll in the hay,” Zania said, rolling her eyes. “There are other ways to distract yourself. But what’d you mean ‘all this’?” He wasn’t even working, so what was it that had him so down? Though, if he was really depressed, maybe there wasn’t a source for it. Sometimes people just were and there was nothing they could do about it.
“Just...living.” It was hard. It hurt. It was getting better, but it was still bad. He took another drag to finish off the cigarette, stubbing it out and getting up. “You want to come in?” he asked, not sure why, but maybe it wouldn’t be bad to be distracted. Things had been a little better with Kenzie around, even if he’d been annoyed by it at the time. Maybe the same would happen with Zania.
She gave a little nod of understanding. So that was it. He was just down, not for any specific reason. That would be harder than what she was suffering, she thought, even if she wasn’t happy herself. “Sure,” she said, realizing belatedly that she may be stuck there for the rest of the day. If she had to get home, she could figure something out, but she’d deal with that when she got there. “Do you live by yourself?”
Lance nodded, leaning on the door to push it open, half holding it open for her and starting towards the kitchen to get something to drink. “Kenzie lives here too,” he answered, stopping at the fridge and looking into it. He didn’t have a lot. Just like always. “You?”
“I live with my friend Clementine,” Zania said, looking around as she walked in the house. It was definitely new, like they hadn’t lived there long, which she supposed was true. “Who’s Kenzie?” she asked, following him over to the fridge. She felt like she’d heard the name before, but she wasn’t sure where.
“Cousin,” Lance said, not really finding what he wanted in the fridge and settling on a bottle of water instead. “Sorta-sister.” Especially since she’d moved in with him and his father. He took a swig off the bottle, then nodded to one side for her to follow, heading towards the back of the house and his room.
“I used to live with my cousin, sorta-brother,” Zania said, helping herself to a bottle of water as well before following him back to his room. “He kinda kicked me out, but that’s probably a good thing cause now he can have his boyfriend over.” She realized now that Nic would have never invited Micah over while she was there, especially considering her new condition.
Lance was moving as if on autopilot, not really thinking about it until he was dropping to stretch out on his bed. The room bordered somewhere between bare and cluttered. The bed was plain and unmade, simple frame, standard sheets and blankets. Despite being almost empty it wasn’t in bad shape. Everything seemed well cared for. Scattered around the room was his somewhat collection, things he’d stolen over the years and in the dome, things he hadn’t given back yet, or hadn’t had a chance to yet, including Sylvia’s umbrella, propped in a corner by the door.
“Kind of a dick thing to do, kicking you out.” The last part was somewhat interesting, even if it did send a ripple of angry emotions through him. Faggot. It was like his father’s voice was there, reading his personal thoughts, knowing what Lance wanted without Lance ever verbalizing them. Really, his father probably didn’t know, it was just one of his slurs of choice. Not his fault it happened to be somewhat accurate. “Why wouldn’t he bring him around? You don’t approve?”
Zania stretched out on the bed beside him, making herself at home as she looked around. The room reminded her of hers before she’d truly made it her own. Painting, in her opinion, made all the difference. “I don’t know. I wasn’t a very good roommate. I kind of spent all my money preparing for the club, which left him to pay all the bills and buy all the food,” she said, then took a sip of water. It reminded her that she was thirsty, which was a weird thing to forget until food wasn’t what satisfied hunger. “Oh, I approve, but I don’t think he was comfortable with it. He normally dates girls. Also, he likes it cleaner than I can handle.”
“Sounds like me, but Kenzie wouldn’t kick me out.” Lance didn’t push her away when she joined him, he just gave her space. “I don’t know why she doesn’t leave me outside anyway.” He hated that when she talked about her cousin, it struck a little close to home. “But he’s still...with a dude?”
“Well, Nic didn’t kick me out so much as ask me to move out. It’s not like I was living on the streets,” she said. He wasn’t that cruel. She’d just gone home with… No, she wasn’t going to go there. “Because she’s family. And family should take care of each other.” Even Justin tried to be there for her and they weren’t especially close. “Yeah. He’s always had girlfriends, except for this one other time. So if it makes him happy, I don’t have a problem with it. It’s not my thing, personally, but why not?”
“That’s what she says. That’s what we did.” When Kenzie’s dad had beat her almost senseless, they’d taken her in without even thinking about it. That was what family did. “Because it’s not right?” Lance said, the words coming easily, but the question was there, betraying his own feelings. He’d been told one thing, but he was feeling another.
“That’s an opinion, not a fact,” Zania said, sitting up and looking at him. She’d heard the question in his voice, the uncertainty, which kept her calmer, rather than jumping to her cousin’s defense. “I think there’s so little love in this world, that you should take it where you can find it. Nic can’t help that he’s attracted to both guys and girls. That’s just how he is and I don’t fault him for it.”
“But…” Lance started but couldn’t find the right words, rolling more on his side and away from her. “You’re nicer than most.” He’d been faulted for his feelings his whole life and he’d never even admitted to them.
Zania didn’t know what response she was expecting, but that wasn’t it. She opened her mouth to respond, but then stopped, not sure what to say. “I… What do you mean?” Nicer than most what? Girls? People? Zania had a hard time believing either were true in general, but she was harder on herself than she probably should be.
“Not everyone sees it that way. You’re nice.” It didn’t seem to matter to Zania. It was unheard of to him. Lance had been treated like dirt under his father’s shoe for so long, he didn’t understand how someone could just care like that. Just accept. Sure, Kenzie did, but he wasn’t sure why she did it either.
“Some people have hate in their hearts,” Zania said softly. “Some people don’t want to understand. Or they’re too scared to. People shy away from things that are different. I… I like being different.” Even when it made her a bit of an outsider. Her mother had freaked when she’d pierced her nose. She couldn’t even imagine how she might have responded to Zania’s dreadlocked hair, or pierced tongue and lip. Though today she just had her nose stud and tongue in. But those weren’t the only things that made her different. Now she had fangs as well. “You can’t let the opinions of others run your life.”
That was an understatement. If anyone knew about hearts full of hate, it was Kenzie and Lance. They’d suffered under the blows daily. He shook his head slowly. “Different’s no good. I should know.” Others had always run his life. Others opinions had run his life almost into the ground.
Zania reached out, her fingers running lightly down his arm. It was like she could feel the pain beneath the surface, hidden by his words. “We know different things then… unless you think I’m no good?” she asked, drawing little designs on his skin with her nails.
The touch was weirdly soothing, so Lance didn't stop her. "Not the person to judge that," he started. After a moment he added. "No. I don't think so."
“I know some people want to impress their opinions upon others, like their word is truth,” Zania said carefully, still lightly caressing his arm. “But just because they believe it, doesn’t make it so. Your opinion is just as important. And people that don’t respect that aren’t good to have in your life.”
"Sometimes you can't get rid of them." At least, not without a dome door closing and locking them outside. Plus, it wasn't a matter of opinion. It was who Lance was at the core that was so wrong. "In some cases, even of you can't change who you are, their word is still truth."
“Who can’t you get rid of?” she asked gently. They were talking about someone here. Someone and him, she had the feeling, but she wasn’t sure if he’d elaborate, especially since they were dancing around a rather delicate subject.
Lance didn't talk about this. Not even to the girl touching his arm, the one that just wanted to talk to him. "No one," he said after a long pause, wanting to tell her, but not ready to reveal that to anyone. Instead he just reached for the hand she was using to touch him and used into pull her closer. "Tell me about the distractions."
She didn’t believe him, but she let it drop. It was a heavy subject and one that she wasn’t going to push him into if he didn’t want to. “What did you do for fun before the zombies came?” she asked, letting him pull her closer. It was nice to cuddle up against him. He was warm. And she was certain she could find a way to distract him without sex if she got to know him a bit better.
"Got drunk or high," Lance said, not minding her close even though she seemed cool. "Not a lot of fun in a small town." And Lance hadn't had much in the way of friends.
“How drunk were you the other night?” Zania asked, looking up at him with an amused little smile. She wondered how much he remembered, specifically her fangs. If it had been her, she wasn’t sure she would have let that go so easily.
"Drunk enough to function, but it got worse." He wouldn't have been able to pull off sex later in the night. He hadn't forgotten about the fangs, but he was trying to ignore that memory.
“Well, yes,” she said with a little laugh. “There were no complaints there.” Though she thought she’d probably have enjoyed it a little more if she’d known him a little better. Zania took a deep breath, then laid her head against his shoulder. “Do you believe in life after death? Or angels and demons? Or aliens?”
"Good." That was reassuring in his current mood, that he'd been good enough. At her questions he thought, letting his mind wander. "I wonder if death would just be like nothing. If you'd cease to exist." That sounded good sometimes. Not having to go back and be himself again. "I'd also like to see my mom again."
“Would you ever want to live forever?” she asked. That was something that still scared her a little, the idea that she’d stay young while everyone around her grew old and died. She didn’t mind the staying young part, but she wished everyone else would too. “What happened to your mom?”
"No," Lance answered that question easily enough. This life forever? No thank you. He was probably going to be relieved when he punched his ticket out. The world was going to be relieved. It was a small miracle he'd made it this far, but the Burke men, no matter how awful they were, seemed hard to kill.
“I might,” she said softly. “It scares me sometimes.” Especially in the current world, though she guessed that if she wanted to go, she could always just walk out into the sun. Burning to death just seemed so painful.
"Might want to?" Lance asked not sure how that would be scary. Death would come for them all in time right? And then, perhaps, nothing.
“No, might live forever,” she clarified. “Unless someone kills me. Or I kill myself.” Neither of which sounded very appealing. She’d always thought she would die old in her bed, even after the zombies came. Death wasn’t something she feared.
Lance frowned at that, looking at her instead of the ceiling like he had been before. "Wait...what?" The flash of her fangs was back, but that hadn't been real...had it?
Zania gave him a secret little smile, then reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. She liked the curls. “Do you have any other tattoos?” she asked, aware of the change of subject and curious if he’d let her make it.
What was that smile? Her hand in his hair wasn't bad, so he didn't move away. "Just the two on my arms." He held up with one furthest from her so she could see the gray band there.
She leaned in closer to look at the tattoos, at first thinking they were just bands on each arm. Then she saw the inscriptions-- not alone, never again. “They’re personal,” she said, leaving his hair to touch the ink. She always expected it to feel different. “I’ve always wanted one, but I never know what to get. It’s hard to decide.”
"Very," he said with a small nod. "What strikes you? The idea was easier to me, but the what was harder.” He didn't want to share the meaning with anyone who wasn't close enough.
“I want something personal, not just decorative. Something that means something to me. But also something visually appealing,” Zania said, laying back down beside him. “Sometimes I like the idea of song lyrics, but deciding what is hard. Plus, it seems kind of cheesy. I don’t really know what’s fitting.”
"If it means something, it's fitting. You don't have to impress someone with it." Lance's were a reminder of what he'd been through, how he was going to survive even if there were days when he couldn't believe himself.
“Everything means something though,” she sighed. “I could cover my whole body and feel like everything had some kind of meaning behind it. It’s narrowing it down that I have the problem with.” Because she really didn’t want to cover her whole body. She wanted one, maybe another someday, but whatever she got needed to be special.
"Then get as many as you want. I haven't had a need for anything else at this point." Lance looked at the tattoo he'd shown her before tucking the arm behind his head. "Why are you here?"
Zania's smile faded, not exactly sure how to answer that question. She'd been enjoying his company, but now she felt like the intrusion. She wasn't even sure she could leave, though she suppose she could hide in the closet for a few hours. "I don't know," she said. "Because being with someone is better than being alone. But I can leave if you want me to."
Lance shook his head. "Didn't say that. Just...not sure why you'd bother," he told her. Honestly, he didn't want her to go. She was right, being with someone was better than being alone.
She was quiet for a moment, laying there, looking back at him. She knew how he felt then because she felt it sometimes. Worthless and unwanted to the point where it was hard to imagine why anyone would stick around. “I want someone to know me, and you… haven’t kicked me out yet.”
“There’s a good chance I wind up letting you down,” Lance warned, feeling like he needed to. It wasn’t that he wanted to. He just felt like he always did in the end. He shook his head. “Not kicking you anywhere.” He didn’t have the strength for it anyway.
“Then you wouldn’t be any different than anyone else,” she said with a little shrug. “I’m good at running people off.” Especially the people she wanted to keep close. Maybe she’d do better if she just accepted it was going to happen anyways. If it was bound to happen with Lance, maybe she could just accept it.
“That sucks,” Lance said, fingers trailing across her arm, really touching her for the first time. “I don’t want to, but I always do.”
“Don’t want to run people off or let people down?” she asked, looking down at where his fingers were lightly brushing her arm. “It’s like, the harder I try, or the more I want something, the farther I end up pushing it away. Sometimes I think I should just stop trying, but that’s so hard to do. It’s like when you told me to stop thinking so much.”
“Let people down. But I always do.” He shrugged his shoulders as well as he could laying down. “You did pretty good when you stopped thinking,” he reminded her. “But it’s good advice.”
She didn’t know what to tell him about always letting people down. She wanted to tell him to just not do it, but knew it wasn’t that easy. “But then eventually I have to start thinking again,” she said. “And then I just feel empty… and alone. Like no one knows me or really cares to. And if it’s worse after something like that, then maybe it’s not so good an idea.”
“You’re reading too much into it,” Lance said as he shook his head. “You don’t really have to, you know. You could just stop worrying about it.” That was part of what he did.
“But I can’t,” she said with a little laugh. “Don’t you think if I could, I would?” If it was possible for her to just turn it all off, she would have done so a long time ago.
Lance thought about that, then shook his head. “Nope. You’re used to it. You find comfort in how miserable it makes you.”
Zania sat up and stared at him, anger suddenly flaring up inside her. “Fuck you,” she said, then got off the bed. She didn’t have to listen to him if he was going to think like that. She’d made a mistake in coming here.
Anger. That was new. But anger didn’t bother Lance, not normal, not depressed. He sat up a little, on his elbows. “Which part pissed you off? That you’re used to it, or you’re comfortable being miserable?”
“That you think I’d be comfortable with it!” she said, voice rising. “You think I like this? I hate it! I’m not comfortable with it and I can’t believe you would think that. That’s why I want rid of it!” He really thought she was that pitiful? Was she? She couldn’t decide who she hated more at the moment, him or herself.
Lance let her yell, not moving until she was done. Then he held out a hand to her. “Then stop, Zania. Just let it go. Stop clinging to it.”
“I don’t know how,” she said, her voice cracking as she looked at his hand. She wasn’t really sure what he was offering her, but she took it. “I just want to be happy again. I feel like everyone around me just brings me down.”
Lance pulled her back onto the bed, more over him, so he was looking up at her. “Then just be happy. You’re not like me. You can make a decision to be happy. Get away from the people that bring you down.” It was solid advice, odd coming from someone who’d been the throws of crippling depression just a few hours before, but when he was manic, he’d tell himself the same things. Make a decision to be happy, stick with it.
“But then I don’t have anyone,” she said, depressed by the idea. The last thing she wanted was to be alone, but it felt like everywhere she looked, there was someone making her feel not good enough. Even her girl friends were difficult to be around with the way that the boys had complicated her life. If ever there was a time to disappear and reappear in another dome, this would be it.
“Well technically you’ve got me.” Lance was watching her, feeling like he was finally starting to wake up, like he’d be dreaming up until that moment. “Just decide Zania. Do what makes you happy without all the concerns and the analyzing.”
Zania gave a little laugh, fine with the idea, even if Lance had already made it clear he was unreliable. He was better than no one at all. “Music. Singing, dancing. Having fun. I can’t remember the last time I had fun. I mean, I enjoyed being with you, but that wasn’t… it wasn’t the same. I want to laugh. Really laugh.”
Lance slipped one hand around her waist under her shirt as he leaned up towards her. “What makes you laugh?” Yes. He was definitely feeling better. Human again. Maybe it was her. Maybe it had just run its course.
“Um. Bad jokes. Funny movies. Too much wine,” she said with a little smile as she looked down at him. His hand was so warm, she felt like she could soak it up if he kept it there long enough. “I don’t know. Having fun. It’s hard to define.”
Lance leaned in the rest of the way, teeth grazing against her jaw. “Good to know. We’ll have to find some of those things.”
Zania’s eyes closed and she smiled at the feel of his teeth, nowhere near as sharp as her own. “At least we have a movie theater now. And wine. There’s lots of wine.” And if she had enough, she’d be giggly, but that wasn’t near as much fun on her own.
“We’ll get drunk and see a movie then,” Lance said, thinking of how much that reminded him of home. He kissed along her jaw, still using his teeth until he was pulling her in to half kiss her, lower lip between his teeth.
She couldn’t get much closer without climbing onto the bed with him, not at all sure how he’d started kissing her since he hadn’t seemed in the mood to even talk earlier. But she wasn’t going to object. It was a nice feeling, the kisses, knowing that he wanted them enough to take them, even if she knew it didn’t mean anything from him. “What movie?” she asked with a little smirk, then kissed him back, her hands moving up into his hair.
“Does it matter?” Lance asked, finally pulling her a little hard and back onto the bed properly. “I thought we were going to be drunk.” He was definitely feeling more like himself, normal. Which meant he was starting to want her again.
“Well, not all movies make me laugh,” she said, grinning as she fell back onto the bed. “A comedy is fun. Or a horror movie. Or something so cheesy we make fun of it.” If the point was to laugh, the movie needed to be right, in her opinion. “You’re feeling better?” she asked, looking up at him.
“I think if we’re drunk enough we can make anything fun,” Lance pointed out, but shrugged. “I vote bad horror flick. Like the old one with the terrible special effects.” At her question he kissed her again, murmuring against her lips. “Mmhmm.”
She didn’t know what had kicked him out of his funk, but she was glad for it, as he’d been really starting to upset her. Now she was kind of enjoying herself and trying not to think too much of it, as he’d instructed. “Evil Dead,” she smiled, desperately wanting to see it drunk now. That would be a blast. Zania kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair and giving his blond curls a small tug. This was nice… definitely better than before.
“Two,” Lance corrected. “More camp. Take it for what it is, Bruce Campbell being a badass.” He let out a soft noise at that tug on his curls, pulling her down more to kiss her again. Two could definitely play at that game.
“I can’t remember, do we get the chainsaw in that one?” she smiled, giving his bottom lip a nip with her teeth as her hands ran down his neck and over his shoulders. He needed to eat more, she thought. While she couldn’t really cook, he could have all the pie he wanted if he kept this up.
“Does it matter?” Lance asked, hands sliding up her sides as hers moved down. “It’ll be entertaining no matter what. Promise.” He might not be able to promise that he’ll make it the first time they schedule it, he could promise that she’d enjoy it.
“Of course, it matters!” she said with a grin. “The chainsaw is iconic!” Though she knew he was right, it would be entertaining, no matter which one it was, especially if they’d been drinking. “I wonder how we make the theater show it for us. Bribery? Or breaking and entering?” Because otherwise she didn’t think it would just come up, nice as that may be. “Unless you know someone with a tv and dvd player?”
“I’m always up for breaking and entering.” That also wasn’t too far removed from life before the zombies. Taking what he and Kenzie needed and wanted. “There’s a guy we used to sell broken electronics to when we’d roll through here. No idea if he’s still here, but I remember that happening once or twice.”
“And you think he’d have a tv and dvd player?” she laughed. Oh, and the dvd. That was going to be important. “We might want to check the movie theater first. They’re more likely to have the movie,” she smiled, fingers running back up his neck and into his hair again. “It’d be easier to get it up and running in the theater than someone’s house, hoping they don’t come home while we watch a movie drunk.”
“Good point,” Lance said. “I say we break into the theater first. Go from there. Plus breaking and entering would be great fun.”
"Is it?" Zania asked with an amused smile. She'd broken the law before, but not like that. This would work, though, since it required they do it in the dead of night. "I can provide the booze, unless you think we should go with beer. Might prevent us from getting too drunk."
“It would be yes.” He’d done it plenty of times. He was good at it. “Is there such a thing as too drunk?”
“Well, then you can teach me how to properly break and enter,” she snickered, crawling up onto his lap. “I don’t know how to pick a lock.” But she wanted to learn. It seemed like a useful skill to have. “We don’t want to be so drunk we pass out where we are,” she pointed out. “Nor do we want to get sick because that pretty much ruins the fun.”
Lance liked her in his lap, grinning brightly. "I can do that. Taught Kenzie how to do that and hotwire a car." Not that they'd stolen a lot of cars, but sometimes... "I don't get sick. And passing out would only be bad if we were naked. Even then, I ain't ashamed."
“Well, then I want to learn both, just in case,” she smiled. She didn’t know where she’d find a car to learn on, other than the ambulance, and she didn’t think Nic would appreciate that. “I do get sick, unfortunately, and I’m not keen on passing out somewhere that I can’t stay the rest of the day.” Being thrown out into the sun would be a real problem for her, no matter what she was wearing when she woke up.
"Are you staying here the rest of the day?" An idea was starting to form, but it seemed ridiculous, so he didn't voice it. "Then we keep it to functional drunk. Works if we get bored of the movie and want to do other things."
“Maybe,” she said with a little smirk, even if the answer was definitely yes. Now that he’d invited her in, she was staying till it was dark, even if that was hours away. “Other things like what?” she asked, raising a brow. She had an idea, but wanted to see how cocking he was about getting it.
Lance started with her shirt, working it up and off, grinning as he went. "You know what other things. Don't pretend you aren't a good lay." He leaned in to kiss down her neck, hands traveling up her sides.
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go there again,” she said, eyes falling closed as he began to kiss her neck. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, she just didn’t know how she’d feel afterwards. Stop thinking so much. It was hard to banish that feeling, but at least in this case Lance wanted her enough to make a move.
"No?" Lance asked, looking up before nipping along her collarbone. "We can do other things. Movie theaters are made for that sort of thing." Another reminder of his youth, sneaking into movies with girls and not ever seeing the movie. "Even now..." He moved his kisses along the parts of her chest that were exposed and let his hands pop the button on her pants. "We can do other things."
Zania laughed softly, remembering her own high school days. There were plenty of movies she couldn’t remember, distracted by ‘other things’. “Why should I let you?” she asked, her fingers sliding up into his hair again. She loved the feel of his curls between her fingers, but that wasn’t enough to give him everything he wanted. It was tempting, though, especially with his lips on her chest. She had to work at not rocking against him, eager to scratch that itch.
"Because I promise to make you feel good. And you already said you weren't leaving." She couldn't leave. Which was also clicking into place, but he didn't care. "Which means you get off and you get to sleep next to someone." His fingers worked her pants open, then ducked into them, searching her over her underwear, wanting of get a reaction.
She whimpered softly as she bucked against his touch, the desire becoming too much when his fingers were right there. He wasn’t promising her forever. In fact, he couldn’t even promise tomorrow. But he wouldn’t leave her today, and that was something, especially since he hadn’t gone off about some other girl he wanted to bang. That made a difference, plus his ability to go for it. “You better not disappoint,” she said, giving his hair a sharp tug as she pulled his lips back up to hers, kissing him hard.
At the moment, Lance didn't have other prospects to bang, so he was fine to stay with her. The darkness wasn't completely gone either, but that crushing kiss helped it edge away for now. "I never disappoint." He promised when he broke off to breathe, fingers slipping under her panties and teasing her momentarily before slipping inside.
Zania gasped as his fingers slid into her, her fangs sliding into place at the same time. He was bound to break her heart, she knew that, but could it really be any worse off than it already was? At least she felt good at the moment, which was a step up than how she’d been feeling on her way home. Lance had promised a taste of oblivion, so for the moment she’d take it, grasping at anything she could find that made her feel wanted, including him.
Lance knew that was a good sound and just to keep her out of her head and focused on what he was doing, he leaned up to kiss her hard as he started his fingers moving. Only when he kissed her, there was no avoiding those fangs or the fact that he'd cut his lip on them. Pulling back, he stared, fingers not stopping even if his eyes were wider. He'd remembered that right? Why were things lining up with that ridiculous thought he'd had earlier? This was not real...was it?
That little bit of blood on his lips was enough to make her groan, rolling her hips against him as she sucked at the wound. It lasted for only a few seconds before she realized what had happened and she stopped, breathless, and opened her eyes to see him looking back at her. “Don’t freak out,” she said softly. “I won’t hurt you.” She wasn’t sure she’d have believed such a request, had she been in his position, but she had to try.
"I'm not..." He stared at her, licking at his broken lip. "Is this weird?" It felt weird but he was turned on a little and he didn't see a reason to stop. Except that it might be weird to fuck a vampire. Because yeah. Vampire.
“Which part?” she asked with a little smile. The part where she had fangs? Or the part where they’d stopped to have a conversation and he was still touching her rather intimately. The thought made Zania laugh a little and she nuzzled his neck, scraping her fangs gently across his skin. “Do you want me to bite you?”
Honestly that made him shiver, her teeth against his skin. He did rough, almost anyone who ducked strangers out there did, but he was usually the one being rough, not receiving it. Though there had been times...encounters he didn't talk about. Or think about. "Does it hurt?" He asked, moving his fingers again. Fuck it being weird.
"No," she snickered, nuzzling his neck. "But I don't think you'll ever want me to blow you." For some reason every time she got turned on, her fangs were there. She was starting to notice a trend. At least Lance didn't seem put off by it all, as she was really hoping for a taste of him.
"Well..." he said shrugging his shoulders. He didn't want to say no, because yeah...that was always good, but yes fangs. Not so good. "Yes," he said finally moving his fingers just a little faster, hooking them towards him.
The more he touched her, the more she was beginning to regret her decision not to let him do more with her. So much for holding herself back. Zania shuddered as his fingers curled in and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, baring more of his skin. “Don’t worry. You’ll like this,” she murmured then bit into his left shoulder, blood filling her mouth.
He let her take his shirt, but didn’t stop what he was doing, still working against her and giving her more. Before she bit him, he wasn’t sure how, but as soon as her teeth sank in he groaned. Yes, there was a spark of pain there, but it only lasted an instant before something else flooded through him, as if it was coming from his shoulder, down through his stomach and lower. That felt amazing. Already his hips were moving with his hand, rocking against her more.
Zania sucked the blood from his shoulder as one hand slid down between them, working on his pants and squeezing him through them. Drinking didn’t have quite the same effect on her as it did on him, but it was oh so good in a completely different way. If she hadn’t fed so recently on Skylar, she knew she could get lost in it. But with Lance she could enjoy it, feeding while he fingered her, even if she’d decided she wanted more.
Lance groaned more as she touched him, rocking against her hand now and working harder with his fingers to get her there too. Because that felt amazing, whatever she was doing with her mouth combined with her hand.
Her breath hitched and she held him tighter, licking then sucking at the wound on his shoulder as she ground against his fingers. She’d had a head start in this, but bringing biting into the equation changed everything. Before she knew it, she was soon shuddering against him, seeking out a kiss as her fingers wrapped around him.
He didn’t slow things, not as she went to kiss him and his lip grazed those fangs again, sending another shock of pleasure through him. Her fingers on him earned her a groan, his body rocking towards her, still working his fingers against her.
She purposefully bit his lip, sucking on it for a moment before kissing him again, closer to losing control. She wanted to push him back on the bed and ride him, or find herself pinned under him, legs wrapped around his waist. There was too much clothing still in the way for either of those to work properly, but she determined there would be a next time, so long as he enjoyed himself, which seemed to be the case. Zania slid one of her hands down over his, holding it there as she gasped and cried out, the hand that was stroking him stopping only briefly before continuing on. She’d find time to breathe in a moment, after she came down from her high.
Lance liked her taking direction, being an active part of things and as she peaked he watched, whimpering when she stopped her motions, but groaning as she picked them up again. Then he was working against her, meeting her hands before reaching for her to pull her closer to his skin again. He wanted her to bite him again, and hoped she understood.
It didn’t take much for Zania to understand, smiling against his skin before sinking her teeth back in. She drank lazily this time, not needing much from her end, but understanding that he’d enjoy it so long as she did it. Her hand sped up, wanting him to feel as good as she did, knowing that he couldn’t be that far behind her.
He wasn’t far behind at all, but that spark of heat from her bite was enough and the faster pace drew him over his own edge with a sharp cry, fingers digging into her shoulder as he bucked against her hand until he was left shuddering. Lance was smiling as he slowed, head against hers. Definitely a good lay, even with just her hand.
She liked the grip he had on her when he came, a little harder than normal, fingers that might have left a mark on her had she been human. That was something she would miss, being marked, but she supposed she would get over it. She let him catch his breath, liking that smile of his, then bit her tongue before kissing him one more time. It wouldn’t do to leave him injured when he’d been so generous, even if he’d asked for it.
The blood on his tongue was weird, but good, leaving him with just a tingling feeling where she’d bit him. “Definitely okay with this,” he said when he pulled back, smiling a little. Because sure, the vampire thing was weird, but it was also pretty damn hot.
“Told you you’d like it,” she grinned, wiping her hand on her jeans. She was a bit of a mess, but she really didn’t care at this point, deciding now was the time to climb off him and ditch her pants completely before flopping back onto his bed. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask about it last time, actually.”
As she got up, Lance did the same, ditching his clothes all together and laying back naked. “You said I’d like the biting. I’m sort of digging the whole thing…” He looked over at her, amused by her and reached out to run fingers along her ribcage. “I wanted to, but I was drunk and opted for remembering that differently.
Despite what they’d just done, Zania still managed to keep her bra and underwear on. There was some comfort in having them, as if being completely nude would strip her soul to bare. She wouldn’t have minded losing her bra, except she felt like her breasts looked bigger with it on… “You like the whole thing?” she asked, smiling as he ran his fingers over her bare skin. It was warmer now, having just been with him, but still not as warm as his. “They kind of do what they want, my fangs.”
“Mmm,” Lance agreed, rolling on his side as he watched her, one hand propping up his head. “Just appear when they want to or bite whoever they want?”
“They come out when I’m horny,” she snickered, eyes raking down his body. She wouldn’t mind her tongue following the same progression. “Or when I’m hungry and smell blood, but I’ve gotten better control over that.”
“Might have to work on the first if we’re going to keep hanging out.” He could see where her eyes were going, and he could guess she enjoyed the view.
“You’re the first guy to really get me going since I changed,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “I haven’t had a lot of practice. Do they bother you?” Right now she had control of them, which was kind of fun, but it was annoying that they did their own thing whenever it came to sex.
“We can work on practice,” Lance said with a grin. He was fine with that. “No, but you mentioned blowing me and now I’m thinking about that.” He curled his fingers around her hip then pulled her closer.
“Yeah,” Zania said, her hands sliding over his chest as he pulled her closer. Just being this close to him, she wanted him again, which was far too soon, but then they had all day. “I don’t have enough practice to risk it. But I’d like to,” she said with a little smirk.
“Then we practice more,” Lance said with a grin, using one finger to tug her bra a little lower. There was no need to rush, but they could easily fool around all day. “We’ll save it for when the movie gets boring.”
“I like practicing,” she grinned, feeling desire begin to curl inside her once more, but pushing back the feeling that generally produced her fangs. She had nowhere to go today and he seemed perfectly fine with keeping her occupied. It could make for a good day, and this time she didn’t think she’d regret it.