A/N- just a quick note to say i am writing more of my masked ball story, once i have finished this story then i will be posting a new chapter-thank you for all your reviews on that.

this story is based off Freaky Friday (mother and daughter swap bodies) but instead Zac and Vanessa trade bodies. This hasnt been beta read so please forgive me if there is any mistakes and it is a bit rushed (more than i'd like) but i had the idea and had to run with it! And its also based around Zac's recent european tour for Charlie St cloud-so if you've seen pictures, videos and interviews it will make even more sense! enjoy :))

Zac shifted in his sleep making Vanessa roll onto her side and away from him as the sun filtered through the curtains. The cool air that came with her departure from his arms made him slowly stir awake. He cracked open one eye to check the time and groaned when he realised he only had two left hours before he was due to leave to catch his plane. Normally his publicist Gina would have called or text him by now to remind him and he wondered why he hadn't heard anything.

"What?" Vanessa croaked, as she turned onto her back, squinting as she opened her eyes to the light, turned her head to look at her bedside drawers then placed her arm over her face to block it out. The few hours that they had managed to sleep were clearly not enough for her and she so desperately wanted to fall back into a deep slumber.

"I can't find my cell," he mumbled back, his head seeming to be hanging down the side of the bed to rummage through his clothes to find the device. "I thought i'd left it on the side," he added, before lifting the covers to check underneath them.

"Zac! It's not gonna be in the bed," Vanessa scolded, grabbing the sheets and covering herself again.

"Your right, not after all the moving about you did in it last night," he retorted playfully.

"Hmm well i never heard you complaining," she said, quietly humming as Zac snuggled back against her, wrapping his arm around her to bring her tightly to him. "How long have you got?" she asked even though she'd looked at the clock as soon as she'd opened her eyes. She lay her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat steadily as she waited for him to answer.

"Two hours," he answered. "That's why i was looking for my cell, Gina should have called me by now." Vanessa shifted slightly against him and he knew that guilt was hidden somewhere in that movement. "Van?" he asked, bringing her head up to look at his with his fingertip underneath her chin. She licked her lips before giving him a quick peck on his.

"I may have turned it off last night and left it in the bathroom," she admitted, her nose wrinkling cutely and she kissed him again. "Sorry," she pouted, making Zac grin at her.

"And why would you do that?" he asked trying to sound stern but not succeeding. Vanessa looked up to him with her big doe eyes as her hand snaked beneath the sheets and rested on his stomach, her fingers gently brushing against his skin tenderly.

"Your going to be away for 9 days Zac, i just wanted to keep you to myself for a little bit longer," she admitted, burying her head back into his chest as he tightened his arms aorund her.

"Baby, it'll pass so quickly you'll not even notice me missing," he hushed, his hand tangling into her curls as he twirled them around his fingers, feeling the silky soft strands.

"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I thought you would notice it was missing last night and then i totally forgot about it. What if you'd have missed your flight because of me?" she worried, biting her lip and earning herself a kiss off her boyfriend.

"Well im not going to miss it am I? So there's no need to think of the what if's. Plus Gina will probably come around here and kick my butt out of bed in a bit if she still hasn't heard from me." Vanessa giggled at the truth before her attention was taken with the sound of her phone ringing loudly from her purse. She groaned as she reached down to retrieve it and couldnt help the laugh that escaped her lips as she answered it.

"Hi Gina, yep yep he's awake. Oh his battery died i think, he was just about to ring you. Yes ok i'll tell him, ok, bye." Flinging her phone to the bottom of the bed she squealed as Zac pulled her back to him, her leg rising over his thigh.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked, his fingers gently tickling her sides as she squirmed against him.

"Nah, I think I saved you."

"Saved me? Your the one who hid my cell," he accused, his tickling getting fiercer. He stopped as soon as she stopped giggling and turned serious. "Are you ok baby? did I hurt you?" he asked, his hands stilled against her ribs as he watched her. She sighed out loud as she sat up in bed, her head resting against the headboard.

"No of course not. I'm just going to miss this." Zac followed suit and sat up next to her and Vanessa took his hands in her hers. "I know its only 9 days and we've managed way more than that but it gets harder and with me living with you lately, i'm going to miss you even more," she finished, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the back of his hands. Zac opened his mouth to speak, then shut it, then opened it again. He was at a loss for words as he wanted to make her feel better but at the same time was feeling exactly how she was. So instead he cupped her face in his hands and crashed his lips to hers. He sought to show her just exactly how much he would miss her too with his kiss. Her lips eagerly moved against his and she was the first to request more with the licking of his bottom lip to which he opened his mouth quickly and began a familiar duel with her tongue. Vanessa moaned as his mouth became more forceful and her chin tingled as his beard rasped against her skin. Parting to take a breath Zac rested his forehead against hers as he ran the back of his fingers down her face, cupping her chin again to press a few more pecks to her lips.

"I feel the same way baby, but we have facetime and stuff and when i get back..."

"It'll be better than ever," she finished for him, both of them grinning insanely at each other.

Zac strode to the trash can, depositing his cofffee cup into it, passing the old janitor on his way back and walked back over to Vanessa, smiling at the old man as he watched them with sympathy as Vanessa hugged herself close to zac. He placed a kiss on her forehead before burying his face in her hair, breathing in her familair scent.

"Will you ring me as soon as you land?" she asked him, her hands clasped tightly around his neck, her fingers occasinally brushing the fine hairs at the base. She'd debated whether to see him off at the airport or not. Usually she wanted to say goodbye to him at home but this time she wanted these few extra minutes in his company and he was more than happy for his girlfriend to drive him to the airport and see him safely away on his journeys.

"You know i will," he husked back, placing a kiss to her neck gently before lifting his head to look into her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you," she responded, tiptoeing to give him an all too brief kiss on the lips. She felt her eyes starting to tear up but didnt want to make Zac sad when he was about to start the last leg of his promotion for his movie Charlie St Cloud. "And don't forget to bring me something back from London," she joked, making him beam down at her.

"As if I would," he scoffed. "I do value my life," he grinned, swaying her slightly as his hands gripped her hips. "Anything in particular ma'am would like?" She bit her lip as she pondered his question and Zac remained still as he watched her carefully, drinking in her beauty. After 5 years together it never ceased to amaze him just how much he still fancied her and just how much she still turned him on. He'd heard people talk and read about couples that grow comfortable together and loose that initial sparkle but for Zac his relationship just got better. He still felt butterflies when he saw her after being apart from her for any length of time. He still fancied her constantly; if she's dressed up for a premiere, if she's casual for shopping, if she's dressed in her sweats for a day on the couch or if she's just stepped out the shower. She was always beautiful to him, always made his heart race and always made him want to hold her, make love to her and never let her go.

"Did you hear me?" Vanessa asked him, bringing him out of his thoughts, his eyes still forcused on her face.

"Yeah, shoes or a purse or some jewellery," he guessed, Vanessa's eyebrows raising at his blatant lying. "Ok, Ok im sorry, I was distracted," he admitted.

"Was your mind back in the bedroom?" she teased, placing a kiss on his plaid shirt clad chest and giggled as he groaned and pulled her plush against his body.

"It wasnt but it is now," he husked. "How am I going to manage without you, without this for 9 days," he moaned, quickly grabbing her butt, but not for long so as not to draw attention from the surrounding passangers in the airport.

"Zac!" she scolded, quickly looking around them before lifting his hand and waving it in front of his face. "Your just gonna have to manage with this arent you?" A further moan escaped his lips and his hand left her grasp as he pulled her head tightly under his chin.

"It's not the same and you know it," he said, kissing her forehead. "But I think your going to miss sex more than me."

"What? Why?" she asked, pulling away slightly from him so she could see his face. She knew that she would miss it equally as much as he would but she was not about to admit that just yet. Her boyfriend needed to explain himself before he was allowed those privileges.

"I'm going to be busier than you over the next week so i'll have more distractions," he said confidently with a slight smirk on his face.

"Are you trying to say I dont have anything to do while your away?" she asked with one hand on her hip. He could tell she wasn't mad at him with the way the corners of her mouth curved up and he stooped down to kiss each side gently. "Maybe you should spend a day in my shoes then Mr I have a busier life than my girlfriend," she joked, poking him playfully in the ribs as she noticed the janitor watching their playful banter.

"Give it four hours," the old man whispered to himself but loudly enough for them to hear. "Four hours."