Zania Castell (brokendoll) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-10-27 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-13-2017, lance, lance and zania, zania |
More Than Just A Vice
Who: Lance and Zania
Where: Zan & Clementine’s House
When: Pre-dawn
Warnings: NSFW
Banished to the couch, Lance had eventually fallen asleep, mostly out of boredom than anything else. He wanted to head back to Zania’s room, but he had a feeling that Clementine might make rounds, just to make sure that Lance was where he belonged, so he stayed put. And by morning he was out cold, one arm over his eyes, blanket twisted around his feet, shirt pushed up his stomach.
Zania came in just before dawn, tired from a night of working, but not quite wound down yet. She’d had a lot on her mind, but it was better than most nights, and she thought that maybe, if she worked at it, she could turn a new leaf. She started to head back towards her room when she noticed Lance on the couch sleeping. Dropping her bag by the door, she came over to the couch and looked down at him with a small smile. That stomach was too tempting not to touch and she lightly ran her fingers over his skin, aware of how much cooler she was than him.
The cool touch had Lance jolting out of sleep, waving towards whatever was touching him to get it to go away. “God damn ghost, no!” He blinked twice before realizing it was Zania and dropping back on the couch. “Thank god.”
Zania yanked her hand away at his outburst, eyes wide. That was not the reaction she was expecting. “Sorry,” she said, biting her lip. “You were just so tempting. Didn’t mean to scare you. Want to come back to my room?”
He reached for her hand, bringing it back towards him. “Sorry. You surprised me. Had a ghost try to freeze me to death earlier.” After a moment Lance sat up, nodding. “Yes. Your roommate wouldn’t let me back there.”
She took his hand in hers, then pulled him up from the couch. “A ghost?” she asked, wondering if he’d run into Cody. She hadn’t seen him in a while. “Clem’s a little protective, but that’s okay. I like that. She’s sweet and I’d do anything for her. I’m glad she let you in, though.” Because Zania wasn’t all that sure that she would. If it had been her in reverse, she wasn’t sure letting a stranger in the house would be a good idea.
“A ghost. Lydia. Cute, but young. And dead. Though the dead makes the age thing a little strange, doesn’t it?” He let her pull him to his feet, but made sure he was close to her when he got up from the couch. “Technically, I let myself in and she almost hit me with a frying pan,” he said.
“I’m dead, too, you know. But not a ghost,” she said, keeping hold of his hand even once he was on his feet. “The age thing will always be weird. The not aging thing.” She couldn’t really tell at the moment, but eventually it would be obvious. “Oh shit,” Zania laughed. “I told you that you might want to warn her. No one got hurt, did they?”
“That’s right, you won’t get older, will you?” Lance tilted his head to look at her, smiling a little. “I’m not against that.” Not that he was sticking around, but coming back in a while and seeing her there, looking just like she did when he left? That was a nice idea. “No, no one got hurt. I’ve got good reflexes.”
“I don’t think I will. I’m still adjusting to the idea,” she said, liking that he smiled when he thought about it. He would get older, but he wasn’t scared of her, and didn’t seem to plan on leaving her anytime soon, even if he refused to be attached. Rather than try and fit him in a box, she tried to just be happy he was there. “Good,” she laughed, pulling him towards her room. “I’d have hated to come home and find you had a concussion.”
“What’s there to adjust to? You can’t die. I’d be miserable, but I’d make the most of it.” By being stoned out of his mind for most of it. “You would. I’d be useless and I figured you intended to put me to good use.”
"It's not so much that I can't die, but that I won't grow old. I'm sure someone could kill me if they wanted to," Zania said. She knew walking out into the sun would kill her, and was pretty sure a stake through the heart would work as well. But she didn't want to die right now, so it wasn't something she thought too much about. "I intended to show you my tattoos," she grinned.
"Right, that. Either way, hot." Lance grinned in return and nodded. "You did. And I intend to give a thorough inspection."
“Hot that I can’t die?” she asked, curious about that, since it wasn’t what he wanted for himself. She got that it was hot that she wouldn’t grow old, though. That part she didn’t mind so much. “I was hoping you might,” she grinned, pushing the door open to her room and turning on the bedside light. The windows were covered to keep the sunlight out, but that didn’t stop the room from being bright in it’s own way, even in the shadows. Zania was a fan of color.
"Yeah. Death is messy." Lance shrugged, but was distracted by her room, so unlike his. "Whoa." While his was plain, hers was bright and full of life. There was no way to get depressed in here.
Zania had stuff everywhere, mostly music related, albums, cds, and posters, as well as clothes, shoes, and a dress form in the corner. The bedspread was emerald green with golden sheets to match the gold paint she’d flicked across the white walls. It was nowhere near clean, but you could see the floor in patches from the door to the bed. "I really need to clean," she said, smiling as she looked back at him.
"How do you even know what you have?" Lance said, picking his way to the bed to sit on it, eyes ticking up at her.
“Music is grouped by genre. Rock is over there. Pop over there. R&B, Country, Classics,” she said, pointing out different piles and stacks. “iPods are harder to organize. I know most of my shoes, even if I can’t always find them, and I made about half my clothes. It’s just not put away. I need to get on a cleaning kick,” she said, flopping down on the bed beside him. “I want to find Christmas lights and string them across the ceiling.”
"Quite the collection," Lance said sounding a little impressed. It must have taken time to get it right. "Lights would be good. People still have those. I've seen them though can't remember where." He shrugged a little, turning to look at her. "Alright. What have ya got?"
“Do you still have a stash of stuff you were trading?” she asked. “Maybe there’s some in there. We should go through it sometime.” She’d love to see what kind of stuff he’d been toting around. At the mention of her tattoos, she jumped back off the bed and stood up, turning her back to him and looking over her shoulder. The tattoos ran up the back of her legs, black hosiery lines that ended in bows at the top of her thighs. If her cut offs had been any longer, they’d have hidden the tattoos, but if they’d been any shorter, she’d be showing off her derriere. “What do you think?”
"We might have some stuff. My father had about half our stash, but we had everything we were trying to sell when the doors shut." It still wasn't much. There was a reason why his father had left early. They were running low. When she got up, he took a long moment to take in her legs, running his fingers along the lines. "Very nice."
Zania wondered about his dad, but what she’d heard, she didn’t like, so she didn’t continue the topic. She’d want to know eventually, but they were both in a good mood at the moment and she wanted to keep it that way. “Thank you,” she smiled, looking down at him as he ran his fingers up her legs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “I think they’d be more fun with a dress, but I got them done in shorts.”
Lance let his thumb press against her bow on one leg and nodded. "And healed." Reaching forward he went for her shorts, unbuttoning them. "I think they'd look better with nothing else on actually."
“One of the many perks of being a vampire,” she said, keeping her back to him as he unfastened her shorts, just to make it difficult. “And what do I get for giving you that kind of a show?” she asked with a smirk.
Lance raised one eyebrow, still working at her shorts. “Me?”
“I was going to get you anyways,” she grinned, placing her hands over his. “There’s a hoe down tonight. I know it’s not your scene, but go with me?” Zania took a few steps away, putting him out of reach, then slowly pushed her shorts down to her ankles, giving him a show as she did it. “Please?” she asked, standing back up.
“You have no proof of that,” Lance said about her getting him. Then she was moving back and asking him about a hoe down, which was unbelievably unfair, because he did hate those sort of things, but she was also undressing slowly and distracting him. “I’ll have you know you’re cheating, and I’m going to fight you the whole way but fine, if that’s what it takes to get you back over here, then fine. We can go.”
“I don’t need proof when you’re that eager,” she snickered, moving back towards him in just her t-shirt and a pair of boy briefs. “It’s not cheating. It’s working with the tools God gave me,” she smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “Thank you, though. I don’t want to go alone. I promise to see that you have a good time.”
“Since when is me being eager a bad thing?” Lance asked. Once she was close enough his fingers were running up the backs of her legs where the tattoos now were. “By good time you mean get me obliterated drunk so I can tolerate it, right?”
“It’s not,” Zania grinned. It had gotten her what she wanted without even a fight. Maybe he’d have said yes without the ploy, but it was easier this way. When his fingers slid over the backs of her thighs, her eyes shut and her head tilted back as she hummed softly. “Not too drunk,” she smiled. “I’d like to do more than dance with you.”
“Now you might be asking for too much,” he said letting his hands cup her butt and lift her up and pull her into his lap. “Oh really? What is that you have in mind?”
“I’d like to think I’m worth it,” Zania said, settling in his lap, legs on either side of his hips and arms wrapping around his neck. “Something like this. I was going to leave this part up to you,” she grinned, leaning in to steal a kiss.
“Something like this. I could work with this.” He hooked his fingers into her underwear and kissed her back. “You might be worth it. Though you didn’t tell your roommate about me.”
“Mmm… I thought you could,” she grinned, deepening the kiss for a moment before continuing on. “I haven’t gotten to catch up with her lately. We keep different schedules.” She was awake while Clementine was asleep, but she needed to make an effort and fill her in. “Told December about you, though. And Lily.”
“I just assumed you were ashamed of me,” Lance said, but there was no animosity in it. Just like it was a thing that he wouldn’t blame her for. “Did you? What did they say? And why is one of them named after a month?”
“Why would I be ashamed of you?” Zania asked, pulling back a little. She knew she’d gotten upset about sleeping with him the first time, but it wasn’t anything like that. She would have never looked down on someone else for having a good time, but sometimes she had trouble reconciling her heart and her mind. It was hard to explain why she’d gotten so upset. There was no logic behind it. “December’s the tattoo artist. She was also encouraging me to think a little less,” she smiled. “I told her you make me feel wanted. And… I enjoy your company.”
“Lots of reasons. I’m not mad about it.” He wouldn’t be, that wasn’t like him. Smirking a little he nodded. “I think I like this month-girl,” he said. At least he could agree with her thoughts. “You enjoy my company…” Lance gave her a questioning look. “What on earth does that mean?”
“She’s pretty cool.” Zania felt much better about December now that she’d spent some time with her and wouldn’t mind hanging out with her again. She thought more clearly than Zania did and she appreciated that. “It means I like hanging out with you,” she smiled. “That being around you just kinda… makes me happy.”
The questioning look was still there, but so was a ghost of a smirk. "I make you happy?" He actually liked that. It was a nice thing to know, that he made someone happy. That didn't happen often.
“You do,” she said, fingers running through the hair on the back of his neck. “So far you’ve put up with my bullshit, tried to cheer me up, and succeeded in doing so. And… I like who I am when I’m around you. You keep me from being too mopey.”
Lance sighed a little at her touch. "You are more fun and you're not mopey." It made sense that it was how she felt about herself rather than how she felt about him that made her feel good. Lance wasn't one who invoked feelings of want him as much as the after-effects. His hands slipped under her shirt, teasing her sides and lifting it on his wrists. "Still, it's good. I'm glad you're happy."
“Well, it’s not just me,” she said, laughing a little at the feeling of his fingers on her sides. “You’re fun to be around. I’m sure you have plenty of things that could depress you, and I know sometimes you get stuck there, but you’re not all down on yourself. That and you’re hot, but I’m pretty sure you know that.” It was hard to put into words all the reasons she was happy around him. It wasn’t simple, but it was good. Which was why it scared her to remember that he didn’t want anything more.
"I get stuck there, but you seem to have a knack for pullin' me back." Lance grinned a little, letting himself lean back and rest on his elbows, which sadly meant letting go of her but it was fun to look at her. "So I'm hot now?" That kept the smile there, a nice feeling bubbling up in him. He liked that she thought as much, which was more than he expected. Normally he didn't care much outside of the moment, but it seemed more lasting with Zania.
“I try,” she smiled, looking down at him. He’d done the same for her, tried to pull her out of her funk, and so it felt natural to return the favor. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him, and she liked those she cared about to be happy. “Like you don’t know,” Zania grinned, leaning in to kiss him. Lance was one of those guys that could likely have anyone he wanted, if he turned the charm on, at least in her opinion.
"I had a feeling," he mused, but reached up to keep her close after the kiss. This was going a way things normally didn't with him, almost comfortable and while it was a weird feeling it wasn't a bad one. Not yet at least. Not when Zania was here to kiss again and again.
“You wouldn’t have gotten my pants off so easily if you weren’t,” she snickered, kissing him again, her tongue stud clicking against his teeth. “But it’s the fact that I like you that keeps me coming back.” If he’d been an ass, that first time would have been their only time. But Lance had managed to do something no one else could do, and that was get her to have some fun. To move on. To forget about what she couldn’t have and focus on what she could. And in the meantime, she was getting a chance to get to know him better.
“It wasn’t that easy,” Lance said, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, relishing in that piercing of hers. He wanted it elsewhere, but they had to deal with the fangs first. “It’s good you like me though. Most people don’t.” And that didn’t bother him either. He usually left before it was even an issue, only now he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay right here and get her undressed more.
“That’s good,” she said, her elbows pressing into the bed as she gave in and laid upon him. “I like to think I made you work at least a little.” Though right now, he wasn’t having to do much work at all. She was enjoying being close to him, the way his hands moved over her body. And she wanted to bite him… but realized that if she did, she needed to control how much she took. She couldn’t feed on Lance all the time or it would hurt him. “They should. I think you’re very likeable.”
“You did. Even more the second time,” Lance didn’t mind though. It was fun and something to do. “I’m not,” he said shaking his head, fingers tracing around her lower back. “But that’s okay.”
“Well, I like you, and that just means I’m not having to fight off other girls for your time,” Zania smiled, teasing a kiss from his lips. She wasn’t sure she could do that again, go up against another admirer, not when she’d lost so badly the last time she’d tried. Then again, she was stubborn enough to do it anyways.
“Well, I’m that kind of likeable, but no one else is calling,” Lance said with a smirk. “Though if someone offers me way out of that hoe down…” Was it actually being called a hoe down? Why on earth would anyone find that appealing? Obviously they hadn’t grown up in it. He answered her kiss with one of his own, something with a little more behind it.
“Hey, you promised,” she laughed, her eyes shutting as he kissed her again. This was something she could grow used to, if he’d let her. Not just the kissing, though she did enjoy that, but spending time with him. Maybe next time Clementine would let him in her room, rather than confining him to the couch. “I’ll even make you apple pie… or cherry, if you prefer,” she murmured.
“Promised I’d go,” Lance clarified, but he doubted he’d leave her. Not when he knew what he was getting if she took him home afterward. His hands worked up her sides again, teasing the shirt towards off. “I never turn down food, but I’d rather have you.”
“I’ll make sure you have fun,” she reminded him, though her interest in the conversation was waning as she began to push his shirt up his chest. That he would turn down pie to have her? That said something. “What’s your favorite, just so I know?” she grinned against his lips.
Lance let go of her long enough to take his shirt off then finished off the job with hers. “I know you will.” He kissed her again, fingers in her hair, pulling her closer against him. Chuckling a little he leaned back tucking one arm behind him. “Pecan or pumpkin.”
Oh, she liked that, feeling his chest against hers. If she’d been human, she would have been more sensitive to the chill in the air, but instead she only noticed the warmth of his body. And his fingers in her hair, pulling her in. “Mmm, pumpkin. I haven’t tried to make that before.” But she was sure she could, if she had the right spices. Zania nibbling lightly at his jaw, then down to his neck as she listened to his heart, then began to kiss lower, onto his chest.
“I’ve never had the homemade kind. Just the store bought.” There was a host of bad memories that went with it, but there were a few shining moments. Memories with Kenzie, just the two of them, enjoying what was left of a pie. Lance let himself get lost in what Zania was doing, her cool skin raising goosebumps along his.
“My mother knew how to make it. She wanted to teach me, but I didn’t want to learn,” Zania said, wishing that she’d taken the chance. She’d been so set on doing what she wanted, on not being a lady, that she’d missed opportunities that went with it. It wasn’t something she liked to think about, not when Lance was doing such a good job at keeping her distracted. “Can I have just a little taste?” she asked, nuzzling his chest, her kisses moving lower.
Lance didn’t want to talk about mothers. That was a rough subject no matter how he looked at it, so he let that one go completely. Thinking about his mother was bound to ruin this moment completely. He watched her go lower, propping up a little more to see her. “Depends on what you’re tasting.”
“I was thinking blood,” she said, looking up at him with a grin as she unfastened his pants. “But if my fangs will behave, maybe something else.” Though, honestly, she wanted something a bit more rough from him, it wasn’t exactly something she knew how to ask for. This she knew they’d both like, and then maybe he’d want more.
“That would be what I’m worried about,” Lance said, but grinned. “Though there’s always time to practice.” He’d liked Mannix’s sentiment on that even if it had put awful ideas in Lance’s mind. “I’m good with the blood though.” Definitely good with that rush. It was like a drug, but cheaper.
“I’ll see how far I can get before they become a problem,” she smirked, kissing down his abdomen as she began to pull his pants down his hips. Once her fangs were in the way, she’d move on to biting him, perhaps just long enough for them both to enjoy it, but without taking too much blood. It was nice how easily he went along with that plan.
Lance was on board for just about anything at this rate. Her mouth on his stomach and her pulling at his pants was enough to pull him in completely. Especially the hint at what she had in mind, because that sounded way too good. Shifting his hips to give her more access and help her get his pants lower, he just grinned. “Sounds like a good plan.”
Zania laughed softly as she took him in her hand, watching him with eager eyes. She didn’t understand why he didn’t have girls banging down his door, except for the part where he didn’t want more than this. Still, there were plenty that would be happy with this and nothing else. As he hardened in her hand, she worked to keep her fangs at bay, taking the time to run her tongue up his length. He wouldn’t get as much of this as she wanted to give, but she didn’t expect him to turn it down either.
He groaned happily as she started to work, catching her eyes and that she was watching, but him but letting himself forget that and fall back against the bed. His hips twitched against her movements, but that tongue, that earned her another soft moan, something he actively was trying to contain. Definitely more of that. No matter how much he could get he wouldn’t complain.
Her free hand crept up his body, lightly scratching down his sides as her own eyes fell shut. His scent grew stronger as his heart began to race and she found herself falling into the moment, growing aroused herself. She held it off as long as she could, but eventually she had to stop, lest she bite him in a place she doubted he’d enjoy. Now she just had to decide the best place to bite him.
She really did have his number. Distantly Lanced wondered if it was a Zania thing or a vampire thing but whatever it was, he was fine with it. Really fine with it. When she stopped he made a soft noise, opening his eyes to look down at her, then reach for her. Maybe he could pull her closer and start something else.
Zania moved up to meet him and kissed him hard, forgetting for the moment that she’d promised him a bite somewhere in there. The look in his eyes was irresistible, raw desire that she’d so rarely seen directed at her. Her legs wound around his, her fingers in his hair, and only once she had him did she break the kiss to bite his shoulder, sucking the blood away for just a second. It was delicious on her tongue, but not near as good as the rest of him.
He liked that hard kiss, already finding himself used to her fangs against his tongue and lips, but more so he liked that bite. As her teeth sunk in he let out a low noise, spark of pain that was followed quickly with a burning rush that seemed to spread from his shoulder through him and lower, his own hands gripping her hips hard. It wasn’t something he’d never thought would be a turn on, biting was one thing, but biting like that was something else, still, Lance found himself craving it right along with her. With a low noise in his chest he was pushing at her underwear, trying to work them lower, his fingers already under them and touching her.
She lifted her hips as she arched against him, letting him remove her underwear as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. All it took was a bite to her own tongue brushed over his wound to heal it, and she smiled to see how she’d managed not to get blood on the sheets. When his fingers found their way between her legs, she moaned, not even trying to be quiet like he was. Last time she’d been drunk, out in public, and concerned about so many things that she’d barely been able to let go. This time she wanted him without anything there to push her in his direction. Zania wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, the taste of blood still on her tongue as her fangs scraped against his lips.
As loud as she was, Lance wasn’t worried. Nothing could hear them here, besides maybe her roommate. He was still getting used to that, to here being different than out there, but when she made that noise, the dome didn’t seem so bad. He wanted more, but he wanted that noise again, and opted for going with the easiest and quickest option, fingers slipping inside her, pushing hard. His free hand moved to her chest, teasing there, but with a rougher, eager edge to the touches.
Her nails dug into his skin as his fingers pushed inside her and she groaned, pushing her hips back in kind. It felt good, so good, and even though she wanted more, she wasn’t going to turn it down. His touches made her squirm against him, her nipples tightening as he teased them. “Lance,” she gasped softly, nipping at his lip. She’d never been good at being quiet, so she wasn’t going to start now.
She felt perfect under his touches. She’d been good the first time, but holding back in a way and now, now she was just giving in and it was a wonderful feeling. While Lance was often only interested in sex, he wasn’t bad at sex, pretty good actually, and it was always more of a rush to bring that other person along, watch them enjoy it as much as he was. And she was enjoying it, her skin warming from the contact between them, but not to the point where he was sweltering in it, her body reacting the way it should. When she said his name he almost grinned, but the light nip sent another spark through him, a tease of more and he really didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing at her shoulder, he rolled them over so he was on top, hands braced next to her on either side grinning as he ground his hips against hers.
Zania moaned, rocking against him, his fingers feeling so good, but not quite what she wanted. She was about to reach between them and take matters into her own hands when he rolled them over, putting them one step closer to what she really wanted. Zania wrapped her legs around his waist, feet against his ass as she rolled her hips, aching for more. “Come on. Please,” she said, half laughing as she saw him grinning down at her. He was good at what he did, but he was close to driving her crazy in the process.
He wanted to laugh, but her rolling her hips against him got a soft moan out of him instead. “Now she asks for it,” he teased, one hand catching her thigh, right over where her new tattoo was and grinding against her again. “What is it you want?”
“What do you think?” she grinned, then bit her lip to hold back a moan as he ground against her. She knew she wasn’t the only one wanting here, but he seemed to be able to hold out longer than her. Maybe because this was the best she’d had in years and they weren’t even there yet. “Are you gonna fuck me or am I gonna have to go find someone else who can get the job done?”
She wasn’t the only one wanting, but he was enjoying the game, playing with her. Her last question though took some of the fun out of it and Lance was pulling his hips back to adjust and when he moved in again, he gave her what she wanted in one thrust. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t quite gentle either. “No one else would do,” he murmured with a grin before giving in to what he wanted as well and started to move.
Zania gasped, surprised even though he’d given her what she wanted. Her grip on him tightened and she began to move with him, his answer bringing a smile to her face. “You’re right,” she murmured, “They wouldn’t.” And the more time she spent with him, the more she was beginning to believe it.
Lance was starting to believe it as well, that she really was what he needed right now, not just what he wanted. It was a peculiar thought, needing someone that wasn’t his cousin or something that wasn’t his usual vices, but Zania seemed to have that effect on him. It wasn’t a matter at the moment, not with her moving against him and his grip tightening on her thigh as he upped the force of his thrusts.
Zania had never been one of those girls to just lay there, always an active participant no matter what position she was in. She clung to Lance, thrusting her hips up to meet his and letting out a little cry with each one. A part of her knew that Clementine was trying to sleep, that she should try and be quiet, but she didn’t want to hold back, not even a little bit. Being with Lance allowed her to let go of everything for the moment, even if she probably owed it to her roommate to keep it down.
He wasn’t about to silence her, not now. Her noises were getting him off almost as much as her hips thrusting against his every time he moved. So he did as she did, let go and let it wash over him and enjoy it. While he wasn’t as loud, he was vocal as well, racing at that edge as well.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, the feeling beginning to build inside her, that ride to the top of a cliff. Her legs tightened slightly and she bit her lip, cutting into it with her fangs, wanting to squirm, to pin him to the bed and do anything she could to get herself there, but she knew it would be so much better if she waited it out. And, damn, did he provide a good visual, pumping into her, his hands on her thighs, making little noises as he worked. Zania watched him, her fingers moving up into his hair before she pulled him down for a kiss, almost there.
He was with her, and had no real intention of stopping, not now and certainly not any time soon. But he did move faster with the request, fumbling at the kiss, but answering it, at least until he couldn’t breathe and he was forced to pull back again, forehead against her as he pushed harder, wanting to get her there even if he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out himself.
It was like he could read her mind, giving her exactly what she needed to get there, the feeling coming closer until she could no longer hold back. Zania moaned his name, gasping and arching against him as she came, her body tightening around his. Nothing mattered at that moment. Nothing at all. It was just the two of them, tangled together in ecstasy, and that was where she wanted to stay.
He had a split second to watch her, but her tightening was that last spark he needed, his movements become erratic at best as he hit that edge with a low groan. Short nails dug into her skin as it shook him, trying to keep moving for her to ride it out, but after a moment he wound up slowing, panting against her, face pressed into her shoulder. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat, which he distantly realized was because it wasn’t there, but his was pounding hard enough for both of them.
Even if she didn’t need to breathe, Zania was left gasping, sure that it was her heart racing, even if she knew that it was only his. Her legs loosened around his as her body slowly came down from it’s high, the feeling so much better than she remembered. Far better than that night at the club, that was certain, even if she was sure his performance that night had been good as well. She was in a different state of mind now, one prepped to better enjoy the afterglow.
After a moment, Lance was sure he could breathe again and he moved, kissing her bare shoulder before rolling off of her and flat on his back, running his fingers through his hair and smiling over at her.
Zania rolled onto her side, facing him, smiling back up at him as her fingers danced down his bare chest. She couldn’t help from curling up against him, unwilling to let him go, her body now as warm as his. “You’re welcome to be waiting in my bed anytime,” she said softly. “I’ll make sure you never get relegated to the couch again.”
Lance laughed at that, pulling her in to kiss her. “You’re going to have to admit to what’s going on if that’s the case, no more being your dirty little secret to your roommate.” Which wasn’t necessary, but it felt kind of nice to know he wouldn’t be the regret. That always ate at him despite having a collection of regrets himself.
She smiled into the kiss, drawing it out before finally pulling away enough to speak. “You aren’t my dirty little secret. I told Lily, who’s my friend. I just haven’t caught up with Clem lately. I’ll tell her later today, if she hasn’t already figured it out.” Zania had a number of secrets, but she didn’t see the point in hiding something that made her happy, and currently Lance was a bright spot in her life. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but she wasn’t going to hide it.
“With that performance I think she might have,” Lance teased with another grin. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to tell her. Or anyone. It wouldn’t be the first time.” Everyone had secrets, he had his own as well, so it wasn’t a bad thing in his mind.
“I do want to tell her. I don’t mind anyone knowing. You think me asking you to a hoe down is going to hide it?” she asked with a little laugh. If she wanted to keep it a secret, going to a public event with him wasn’t the way to do it.
“Were you planning on making a scene at this thing?” Lance asked, smirking more, fingers carding through her hair.
“No, but it’s possible,” she smirked back at him. She wouldn’t mind dragging him up to the hay loft and having some fun. Nor would she mind making out in some dark corner. But most of all, she wanted to dance and party. “I just mean I’m not ashamed to be seen with you. And I hope you feel the same way about me.”
“What do I have to be ashamed of?” he asked looking at her. “You’re adorable, fun, and I’m sure plenty of guys out there wish they were getting what I am getting.” He kissed her again.
Zania wasn’t going to argue with him, even if that hadn’t been the case. He was the first guy to show an interest in her, not one of the others really looking her direction. And Skylar didn’t count in her book. He might have hit on her after a bite, but she had trouble believing that was real interest. Zania hummed softly as he kissed her, genuinely happy. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I’m not one of those guys.” He leaned back more kissing her forehead. “I’m a little bit of a shallow jerk like that.” And he’d never really regretted the women he’d hooked up with. It was the men he regretted.
“I don’t think you are,” she said with a little laugh, smiling when he kissed her forehead. She liked those little gestures of affection, the kind of things that he didn’t have to do, but made her feel special. Zania shut her eyes and rested her head on his chest, vaguely wondering where the covers were. “Do you mind if I doze for a bit? I’ve been up all night.”
“I am, but it’s okay.” He shook his head, closing his eyes. “After that I might need to, too.” And dozing wouldn’t be bad.
“If you stay and nap with me, you can shower with me after,” she said with a smile, reaching for the blanket and finally finding it. She pulled it over them both, hoping to keep in the warmth. He would always be warmer than her, but she didn’t want to be cold by comparison.
Lance raised an eyebrow at that. “You don’t have to suggest that twice,” he told her with a grin, rolling on his side and wrapping his arm around her waist. That would be nice. And it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be.