AUTHOR'S NOTE: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. IT'S MY FIRST ATTEMPT AND IT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT I NORMALLY WRITE. THANKS FOR CHECKNIG IT OUT. - KRISTINE.
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: UH. NO.
GIVE IN TO ME
- Z - & - W -
She closed her eyes the moment she shut her front door. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was heaving like she'd just run a marathon after eating a Big Mac and supersize fries. All she could think as she desperately tried to catch her breath and calm her frazzled nerves was that she'd never been kissed like that before. Everything from her head to her toes was on fire and buzzing. If only she could have stayed in the moment and allowed herself to appreciate his Southern charm and soft, but firm caress. If only she could have stopped being herself for a moment. Finally she might have understood that being with a man could actually be as romantic and satisfying as romance novels always promised and proclaimed.
With one last nearly calm, deep breath she pushed away from her door to take in just how bad she must have looked. She frowned so deeply her mother would have shot her a disapproving look had she been there. She'd always said Zoe needed to do everything she could to keep the frown lines at bay. According to her being a brilliant surgeon was not enough to convince a good looking man to glance Zoe's way. Now that all the adrenaline from her sultry makeout session had worn off she felt too tired to do anything more than quickly wash her makeup off and brush the tangles out of her wet hair before pulling it back into a messy bun. Within five minutes she was wearing her most comfortable pajamas and pouring over the new issue of the Journal of Cardiothoracic Surgery wondering again how the hell she had managed to end up in Bluebell instead of New York.
She was in the middle of what she thought was a particularly interesting study on the effects of hyperbaric oxygen therapy for patients that had had a Sternotomy when she heard a knock on her front door. She glanced at her alarm clock and wondered why someone was stopping by at close to midnight. She got out of bed and considered pulling on a robe, but decided not to on account of the fact that even though the sun had gone down it was still far too hot for her liking. She immediately regretted that decision though when she saw Wade standing there in his still nearly soaked t-shirt looking so impossibly attractive she wondered why he'd never modeled.
"You're staring so hard you're bound to put a hole through my sternum Doc," he noted in that cocky drawl of his that somehow always made her a little weak in the knees.
"What do you want Wade?" She asked in a tone that made it clear she was no longer under the spell of the heat wave. "It's nearly midnight. Some of us have actual jobs you know."
He smirked pointing out, "You certainly didn't seem too concerned about work twenty minutes ago."
If she had a little more energy she might have been able to keep up with their usual banter. Hell she might have been able to roll her eyes and shoot him a defiant look. As it is she was nearly dead on her feet so instead she simply whispered, "What do you want Wade?"
It seemed he sensed just how tired she was because instead of giving her an answer that would have surely infuriated her he instead said, "You."
"I already told you-" she started.
"Not like that," he interrupted because he could sense one of her mile-a-minute rants brewing beneath the surface. "I want you to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night."
"Don't you have to work?"
"I'll take off."
"Won't they need you to work? It's a Friday."
"I said I can take off. Damn it Zoe just say okay like any other normal damn red blooded woman who stares at me the way you do would."
Her eyes widened in surprise. He'd never called her Zoe before. Normally it was just Doc this and Doc that. Maybe it was because of that reason alone she smiled and said, "Okay."
"Okay?" He asked, obviously a little surprised that she'd actually given in.
She smiled and nodded.
"Well okay then. I'll pick you up here at 6:00 tomorrow night." He said backing away it seemed before she could change her mind.
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding once the door was closed and she was once again by herself. Of all the things she had been expecting when she saw him standing on her front porch that hadn't been one of them. Whether or not this was a trick she didn't know. She'd never been good at reading men. That was just another thing that could be chalked up to spending more time focusing on being a doctor than trying to learn how to be a good girlfriend. She imagined for a second what her mother would say had she known about Wade. She could only imagine it would have been something degrading and infuriating like don't try to use him for anything more than a stress reliever because men like that aren't made to be husbands.
She sighed and glanced out the window one more time as though he was going to suddenly come back and tell her that it was all just an elaborate ruse. Finally when it seemed obvious that she did indeed have a date with Wade Kinsella tomorrow night she climbed into her bed. Now though reading her journal wouldn't suffice as an appropriate distraction. Instead she texted Rose hoping that she'd be up and willing to come over tomorrow to help her find something to wear at one of the shops in town on her lunch break. She didn't even have to look in her closet to know that there was nothing in there that would work. After an of course text from Rose that was with a dozen exclamation points Zoe finally let her head hit the pillow.
For the first time since moving to Bluebell she went to sleep wearing an actual smile.
- Z - & - W -
AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO THAT WAS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT THIS FANDOM. ALSO THIS RIGHT NOW IS A ONE-SHOT BUT IF YOU WANTED IT TO BE A MULTICHAPTER FIC YOU CAN LET ME KNOW IN A REVIEW. I LOVE WADE/ZOE. SERIOUSLY THEY'RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS GOING ON TELEVISION RIGHT NOW. I HOPE YA'LL LIKED THIS! - KRISTINE.