Ok, well, this is Oscar night continued... WARNING: The last part of this chapter is M rated. It's just that darn dress!

I just have to say, I LOVE writing family scenes. I just envision them being so loving and concerned for each other and yet able to joke and pick at each other without any hesitation. :D Thanks for all your reviews and pm's; you feed my addiction and keep my mind wandering and wondering. Thank you! And thanks cncgrad for egging me on - I owe you either a fan or an ice cold drink! ;)

Oh, lastly...please let me know what you guys think about Charles. He's a character that I've used in a couple of chapters now and would like him to have a recurring role...but let me know what you think!

KTZLF! -adc



Stella watched as Vanessa stepped into the floor-length black gown and pulled it up her body. Then she stepped behind her sister to hold the neck straps while Vanessa removed her tank top and adjusted the dress to cover herself.

Vanessa took the elastic band from her hair and let it cascade down her back. She shook it out a little and then pulled it around to the right side of her neck and let her little sister clip the dress together and adjust the straps on the back. Gina walked in the bedroom just as Vanessa pushed her hair to the back of her neck and fluffed it with her fingers.

"Wow!" Mother and teen daughter said together. "You weren't kidding!" Stella added. "The dress is gorgeous and you're gonna drive Zac crazy!" she grinned and felt a squeeze on her arm from Gina.

"Mom?" Vanessa looked up at Gina for additional remarks.

"Honey it's beautiful. And you make it look even more wonderful. Your tan looks amazing. How are you always able to get such an even tan, all…over… Nevermind." Gina stopped as she looked at Vanessa's neck and shoulders. "Just tell me you aren't using a tanning bed, please?" The mother looked at both her daughters without a smile.

Vanessa blushed under her tan just a little. "No Mama, this one's all natural. We had…" Vanessa stopped to clear her throat just a little and Gina heard a hint of nerves. "We had a private beach in Queensland." Gina rolled her eyes and smiled toward her daughter.

"You had a private beach?" Stella's eyes widened at the thought. "You didn't? I mean seriously, did you?" she put her hands on Vanessa's shoulders and stared at her eyes. "You like…sunbathed in the buff?"

"Stella!" Gina scolded. "That is none of our business."

The fourteen year old paid no attention to her mom other than leaning over toward Vanessa's ear to ask her next question. Vanessa choked on a laugh as her own eyes got as wide as silver dollars realizing what Stella had asked.

"Stellz!" she practically shouted and then her voice suddenly turned quiet. "They don't make sunscreen for those, um, body parts." Then the tanned young lady thought again and looked between her sister and mother attempting to come up with a somewhat punishing answer for Stella. "Besides, I really don't need you thinking about Zac…that way."

Stella grinned at her. "Hard not to. Have you ever looked at you two together? Especially at the pool or the beach? He's a little obvious sometimes."

"Stella Teodora Hudgens!!!!" both of the older women looked at her.

"What?" she retorted. "Have you?"

Vanessa placed her hands over her eyes knowing exactly what Stella was talking about. The Australian holiday had been just as Stella was referring. They went to the private beach, put the beach towels over their chairs, laid down on them and Zac had immediately untied the strings of Vanessa's bikini and sprayed on the suntan oil. Just as quickly Vanessa had looked over at him and noticed the ridge forming in his swim trunks.

And honestly, she loved the effect she had on him. And she had been quite happy to talk him out of his own suit in order to…sunbathe…in the nude…together. She was already willing to go back to Queensland.

Gina continued to look at her daughters. At 14 Vanessa had had a boyfriend. But the idea of hearing her mention anything sexual at that age would have made Mrs. Hudgens laugh to herself. Then came Zac. And now, at age 14 Stella had no qualms at all about mentioning sex, especially when it was something involving Vanessa and Zac.

Gina stepped back toward her daughters. "Enough. I was just trying to say that your tan alone is probably enough to drive him crazy. If your father actually lets you out of this house with this dress on, you will likely push your date over the edge. Now where's that tape?"

Vanessa handed two packages to Gina. The double-sided tape claimed to be strong enough and made with elements gentle enough to hold the heaviest of fabrics to the most oily skin. Gina read the instructions and glanced up at Vanessa shaking her head. "I don't want to hear one word about the amount of tape I'm about to use. Just remember, if the words 'wardrobe malfunction' are mentioned tonight in reference to this dress I want you back at this house and we're moving to Australia. Understood?"

Vanessa simply nodded at her mother and sat down in the chair in front of her vanity mirror. She smiled at a picture of her and Zac that remained on that table. She was sitting on his lap, in one of the patio chairs on the Hudgens' deck. Greg had smiled at them and grabbed the camera to take a picture. Her father hadn't said a word to them and just put the camera away quickly. It had been one of the first times Zac had come from Arroyo Grande to visit her.

"Understood completely." Vanessa grinned at her mom as the task of discreetly taping her dress to her breasts began.

The women worked quietly with Vanessa moving ever so slightly to make sure the tape would hold. Stella was charged with tearing off the various sized pieces to hand to her mother who then carefully placed them on Vanessa's skin and then attached the dress material. With the right side finished their focus turned to the left.

Stella put her hand up over her mouth and held in a laugh as she looked at her sister. "Now what?" A somewhat focused Gina asked her younger daughter.

Stella sucked both her lips into her mouth and pursed them together, still grinning. She took a breath and licked her tongue over her lips before letting the tears settle in her eyes as she spoke. "Ness? That's a weird shaped…tattoo you've got." Stella pulled her lips back together but couldn't hide the quiet giggle that escaped.

"What?" Vanessa looked at her younger sister. Stella quietly placed the tip of her index finger on her own collarbone near the base of her neck. Vanessa's eyes widened again as she touched the same area on her own body and then looked into the mirror. "Oh." The realization struck her mildly.

Gina continued her work. "I highly suggest you wear your hair down and drape it to the front, over your left shoulder, and leave it that way until you're tucked inside a limo on your way home."

"This is the second time…" Vanessa mumbled.

Gina looked at her. "I told Greg you had a hickey at your birthday party. He didn't believe me. He said you'd just found a new way to wear your hair and he really liked it. He thought it made you look more mature."

"Then I guess he'll like it again. Hope he doesn't spot this mark before I leave tonight. Zachary will hear about this." Vanessa grumbled, sounding very much like her father.

"Uh-huh." Gina looked toward a grinning Stella and rolled her eyes. "Sure he will."

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An hour later the women made their way down the steps and back into the living room. "Has Zac been on yet?" Vanessa asked, hoping she didn't sound as anxious as she felt. He had told her it would probably be during the second hour of the program before he took the stage as a presenter.

"Do you remember last year how nervous you were?" Greg asked Vanessa instead of answering her question.

She nodded at him and stopped beside his chair. Greg's eyes grew wide when he finally looked at his daughter and saw the attire that somewhat covered her petite body. His eyes worked their way up the bodice of the dress approvingly. He reached the extremely low cut 'v' just above her navel and slowly meandered his view until he rested on her face. Vanessa's father took in a deep breath as he put his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself out of the comfortable location.

He took another breath and let it out quickly through his nose as he stood just steps away from her and looked at her again. He had no choice but to let her leave the house. She was 21, she owned her own house but chose to come here to dress and get his approval. The man she was meeting was responsible and practically already a member of the family. How could he not approve.

"You look beautiful Baby Girl." He finally spoke to her and smiled gently as he looked down at her sparkling eyes. "It's a beautiful gown and you look gorgeous in it."

Vanessa smiled, stepped back and twirled around slowly, giving him a view of the back of the dress. "You really like?" she turned back to face her father.

Greg nodded at her. "But it still needs to pass the dance test." He raised his eyebrows and directed his forehead toward her. Stella wandered over to the cd player and began looking through the cd's. "Something slow Young Lady. Don't even try any of that GooGoo Lady or whatever you listen to these days."

Stella and Vanessa both laughed at their father who put a mock scowl on his face. He held a steady hand out toward Vanessa who took it gracefully with her right and placed her left hand on his shoulder. Greg gingerly put his right hand on her hip as Stella chose a classical selection and started the music for the two dancers.

Gina and Stella watched as Greg and Vanessa took a few steps back and forth in the limited space and then began to turn easily in a short box-step pattern. They smiled at each other remembering numerous times that they had practiced this same dance.

"One comment, one question." Greg finally said.

"About the dress?" Vanessa asked nervously.

Greg looked at her and grinned. "Nope. As a matter of fact, nothing to do with the dress really."

V smiled back at him. "Okay, then go for it."

"You know, we used to dance like this when you were little, like 8 or 9 years old." He began with his comment.

"Mmm-hmm" she answered simply.

"You told me that one day you wanted to dance with your husband like this. I just took it with a grain of salt and kept dancing with you. I don't suppose you and Zac dance like this together much, do you?"

Vanessa's smile widened at her father's curiosity. She thought about the dancing that she and her boyfriend had done in front of the cameras, in public places, and the various dances they had shared privately.

"Believe it or not," she shared quietly, "we do dance like this. Only it's usually a waltz these days." She leaned her head back and smiled at her father, consciously keeping her hair draped over her left collarbone to conceal the purple love-mark that had been discovered earlier.

"Mmm-hmmm." Greg hummed as he thought about her answer. "Now my question."

"That wasn't it? You only said one question. This will make two." Vanessa tried to pout as she joked with her father."

Greg pulled back and looked at her. "What's up with Zac's hand placement whenever the two of you are standing together? Can he not keep his hands off your butt? He seems to give the paps a nice little show."

Vanessa stopped dancing but held onto her father's hand. "Daddy? Seriously?"

Greg squeezed her hand. "Seriously." He stated.

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly? I really don't pay that much attention." She blushed a little as she looked back at her dad's face. "I guess it just feels natural to both of us." She shrugged again and smiled softly. "It kinda reminds me that I'm his and his alone. And he's gonna take care of me."

Greg thought for another moment. "Then that's the way I'll try to see it as well. He'd better take care of you!" his voice was adamant.

Vanessa smacked her father's chest softly then bit on her lip and looked up at him. "So?" she asked as she saw the lights of the limousine pulling up to the front of the house.

"So?" Greg repeated the question and watched her face. "Oh, soooo… I guess the dress passes the test. Go, have fun." He smiled as he released her hand. "But Vanessa Anne?" He waited for her to turn back and look at him. "Be sure to keep your hair down over your collarbone. The boy really left a nice little love bite on you this time. Tell him he needs to put those in less obvious places. His hand on your butt is enough to let everyone know that you're his. No need to cover you with hickeys too."

Vanessa looked at her little sister who was waiting with Vanessa's purse in hand. "Yes sir." She called to her father then she began mumbling to herself, yet loud enough for Stella to hear. "He does put those in other places. And so do I."

Stella let out a snort and opened the door for Vanessa to leave with a wicked grin hidden on the twist of her glossed lips.

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"When r u gonna b here??????" The text beeped into her phone as the limo rounded the busy corner near the hotel. Vanessa rolled her eyes as she read Zac's note.

"Rounding the corner. Charles is going as fast as he can." Vanessa typed back.

"Why's Mr. E. so impatient tonight? That's like the fifth time he's sent you a note since we left the house." The driver commented.

Vanessa shook her head. "I swear sometimes he's just so impatient. He acts like a three year old."

Charles laughed at her frustration. "Hey now, I can name times that you both are acting like teenagers. I'm even willing to bet there'll be a certain amount of that when I come back to pick you guys up in three or four hours."

Vanessa grinned and shook her head knowing that he was completely correct. "Wait, three or four hours? How long did Zac say we were staying here? We're supposed to head over to another party in a couple of hours."

Charles glanced up at her through the rearview mirror. "Uh-huh. A second party. With you in that dress? I've got one more run to make after I drop you off here. After that I'm all yours for the evening. There's no way you're going to a second party after he sees you wearing that. But you have to go to this one for a while so I can get the other folks to their party."

Vanessa smiled. "Do you think he'll like it?" she made eye contact with Charles through the mirror.

"Let's just say I'm taking off as soon as you get out of the car so he won't have time to guilt me into taking both of you back home right now." Charles smiled knowing the two lovebirds could easily be all over each other in a matter of seconds once the limo doors closed and the shield was up.

Vanessa grinned coyly. "Darn. I was kinda hoping…"

"Hey, don't you start. Give me an hour and half. 90 minutes and I'll be back to take you to whichever house you prefer. Or for a long drive around town for that matter." The driver shook his head. "If your parents knew what I know…" he let his voice trail off as his head continued to shake.

"Ok!" Vanessa spoke up. "Ok, you win. 90 minutes and the three of us keep our little limo excursions just between us. I got it."

Charles smiled at her as Vanessa's phone beeped again. He pulled the car up to the curb and waited for an attendant to open the door. Vanessa finished typing her short text to her boyfriend before exiting the car. "I'm right here and Charles is leaving asap. He has another run. :( " She looked at the driver once more before taking the attendant's hand. "90 minutes. No more."

He grinned at her pout. "Shall I text you when I'm back?"

Vanessa glared at him playfully. "Nope, we'll be waiting for you."

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She carefully stepped out of the car and looked around. It was hard not to grin as she saw Zac running toward the car. He slowed down just a few steps away but hurried to her side. He wrapped a hand around her as the sound of their names being yelled by the paparazzi sank in. They both turned, smiled and waved before heading into the party. Both smiled like Cheshire cats when they looked at each other dressed to the nines.

"Hey you!" Zac started.

"Hey yourself." Vanessa added. "Miss me much?"

Zac grinned at her and leaned over to place a soft kiss on her temple. Vanessa leaned toward her boyfriend to accept his kiss and felt his arm wrap safely around her back.

"You just don't know how much I did." Zac spoke into her ear as they walked onto the red carpet of the V-F party. For the next five minutes they posed for pictures and smiled for the various cameras that appeared in front of them.

He finally let his hand slide down to that comfortable, natural position on Vanessa's bottom and began to actually look at what she was wearing. He tried to keep his smile to himself. Then he tried to focus his eyes on the proper places on her body knowing cameras were still present. Then he tried to actually focus on what Vanessa was telling him.

"You know you're going to have to repeat everything you just said to me, right?" he finally asked as their eyes met.

Vanessa looked up at him and let the smile on her face spread wildly. "Mind telling me why? I mean, you haven't been listening to me for the last five minutes?"

Zac kept eye contact with his lover as he let two simple words slide from his lips. "Nice necklaces."

He glanced quickly, he thought, at the deep 'v' cut of the dress and felt parts of his own body begin to react to her smooth, tanned skin that was exposed in that area. The roundness that hinted at her breasts caused his voice to hitch in his throat. "Very nice necklaces." He finally whispered.

With that Vanessa took him by the hand and they began to mingle with names that each of them had only dreamed of ever meeting. Zac realized quickly that it was the only way that either of them could keep their minds out of the gutter. And with other people's eyes on them, and constantly shaking hands, it kept him from putting his hands on other inappropriate parts of Vanessa's body…other than her butt.

A little over a half hour passed before they finally sat down to nibble on appetizers and grab a glass of wine and a beer. Zac held the chair for Vanessa as she got comfortable at the table and then she felt his fingers skim across the back of her neck and his palm moved over her bare shoulder. She simply looked up at him as his hand made its way down her arm. Vanessa lifted her hand to meet his as Zac took his seat next to her and scooted the chair as close to her as he possibly could.

"How much longer till Chuck gets back?" he leaned in and spoke softly directly into her ear as his knee grazed against hers.

Vanessa turned her head and looked at him. "I have no idea. Didn't you wear your watch?"

Zac pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and revealed his bare wrist. "Nope. Somebody forgot to put it with my tux."

Vanessa shook her head and snickered at him. She glanced around them and then reached a hand between them toward the waistband of his pants.

"Nessa…" Zac's eyes widened and his breath became shallow as he looked around them as well. "That's a very dangerous move at this point in time."

Vanessa just pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned her mouth toward his ear as she continued to let her fingers find their way beneath the black material. "I just want to make sure you put your C.K.'s on like I told you to."

The mixture of her words and the feel of her fingers so tantalizingly close to 'him' made him suck in a breath and hold it as a slight sheen of cold sweat moved on the back of his neck.

"Ness, seriously, you need to stop. Please?" he cleared his throat after speaking to her softly but clearly with his demanding request.

She gently removed her fingertips and brought her hand back to hold his on top of the table. "Sorry." She smiled genuinely and leaned over to give him an apologizing kiss on the cheek.

Zac took a drink of his beer and squeezed her hand knowing he had to change the subject. He was glad that their table was somewhat out of the way, in a darker corner of the room away from prying eyes. His eyes were continually drawn to her chest and the soft skin that lay right there in front of him. He moved his vision up her neck and looked lovingly at her face as she sipped on her glass of wine.

"Did you really sign us up for more parties after this one tonight?" he asked her as casually as possible.

"I did actually. But…" she noticed the glazed look in his eyes and turned her shoulder slightly so he wouldn't have a clear view of her front as she spoke. "That was before I found this dress." She leaned her back against his shoulder and felt Zac rest his hand on her arm.

"It's beautiful." He stated simply, rubbing his fingers up and down her arm. "You look gorgeous in anything you wear. But I knew you had found something to drive me absolutely crazy."

Vanessa looked out into the crowd of people and smiled, acknowledging a few others that walked by their table. "Is it working?"

"Let's just say I need to stay seated for a while and you need to keep your back turned to me." The huskiness of his voice suddenly made Vanessa wonder what exactly he was doing behind her back.

She twisted her neck trying to look at him at such a short distance. "Zac? Do I even want to know what you're doing?"

"I'm just…sitting…here." He continued people watching, smiling courteously and purposefully not looking at his gorgeous girlfriend. "You're the one in the sexy, boob-revealing dress that just stuck her fingers down my pants. I'm just sitting here trying to let that moment of opportunity pass me by without acting on it in front of what, two or three hundred people?" he took a deep breath.

Vanessa sat quietly for a moment realizing he was just trying to let his feelings subside temporarily. She lifted her clutch and pulled her iPhone from it and then just as quickly put it away. "We're halfway there Sweetheart. Forty-five more minutes and Charles should be back with the car. We aren't going to the second party, right?" she urged.

Zac removed his hand from her arm and simply balled his hands into a fist and leaned forward onto the table. "Not if you value our reputation."

Vanessa smiled at his attempt to joke with her. "I'm sorry." She said again and turned just enough to put her hand over his.

"I should be the one who's sorry. Go, mingle. I'll sit for a few more minutes and then join you." He nuzzled his nose into her hair and placed a kiss behind her ear.

Vanessa shook her head. "Nah, I'll wait for you. Oh, here's something that might help." She thought outloud. "Daddy suggests you find new places to leave your little love marks on me." She grinned as Zac groaned.

"Do I even want to know how this subject came up?" Zac had to admit, the thought of Greg had immediately done more to relieve the tightness in his pants than just sitting there for the past five minutes.

"We were dancing before I left the house. He put the dress through the dance test. I guess Mom cued him in to the reason I wear my hair like this sometimes. So he just suggested that perhaps you could find other places to leave your mark." Vanessa turned back toward Zac to see his reaction.

"Did you tell him that I do leave them in other locations? And what if I don't want you to cover them up?" he reached up to move some of the hair away from the mark that was hidden on her collarbone.

Vanessa reached up and stopped him. "Don't. Not while the cameras are around. I didn't put any concealer on it or anything. "

Zac smiled. "Ok, we're even for now." She smiled and moved her head toward him to share a soft kiss just as some of their acquaintances came to the table.

"How about a dance guys?" Joe asked and motioned toward the dance floor.

Zac gave a simple nod at Vanessa and then chuckled as he gave a serious warning to the men that were near them. "No offense guys, but I'm not sharing tonight. The only one dancing with Nessa will be me."

They shared the laugh but took the words to heart. For the next half hour Zac and Vanessa danced cheek to cheek sharing loving kisses, whispering to each other and watching the clock. Charles couldn't return soon enough.

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The skirt of Vanessa's dress was long enough and had enough thin layers that it served two purposes in their limousine ride home. It provided more protection than any condom Zac could ever purchase. And it forced him to lavish attention on the upper part of Vanessa's body that she had been craving all night.

As soon as Zac realized that they couldn't go all the way on this particular adventure he had decided to torture her enough to give Vanessa a taste of her own medicine. After acknowledging their personal driver and asking him to take the long way home the shield went up and Zac immediately laid Vanessa down on the leather seat.

She winced just a little as her bare back came in contact with the cool leather but she smiled when Zac reached for his jacket and offered to put it under her. She shook her head and reached up to loosen his tie. "I have a feeling the cool seat will be a welcome feeling in a few minutes."

Vanessa pulled Zac down on top of her and finally began the sensual liplock that they both had wanted all night. As their mouths meshed Zac used the tips of his fingers to run a slow feather-light line from the base of her ear, over the pulse in her neck – which he was able to enjoy because of how strong it was pumping – over her right collarbone and straight down her sternum between her breasts until he hit the material of her dress.

He caught her moans in his mouth and pressed his kisses more firmly to her lips. As he ran his fingers back up her skin he moved his fingers to outline the shadows of her shapely breasts that had been the objects of his attention the entire night. He attempted to move the material to the side, intending to tease her nipple with his fingertip. Instead, said fingertips encountered what felt like a mile of sticky substance that barely allowed the material to move.

He reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers and glanced down between them. "Tape." He mumbled. "Why does there always have to be tape?"

Vanessa giggled softly but felt the length of hard flesh that was forming again inside Zac's trousers. "I won't unzip you if you don't untape me…yet." Vanessa offered. "Mom wanted to make sure I avoided any wardrobe malfunctions."

Zac whined. "Problem is I want to be unzipped and I want to unzip him right between those lines of tape. You're killing me here Ness."

Vanessa ran her hand along his ridge. Zac sat himself up on her dress-covered thighs and threw his head back at her touch. He wedged his left leg between her body and the seat and kept his right foot on the floor. It wasn't the most comfortable position, it would've been much more comfortable had they both been naked and able to perform at least some act to relieve Zac's sexual tension, but at least this allowed him to straddle her, and hold her petite body underneath him.

"Did you bring a condom?" Vanessa continued to stroke him as he grew under her touch. She dared to dip her fingers beneath that waistband again, this time reaching in far enough to feel his slick tip moisten her fingers.

"Inside my jacket, in the pocket." He instructed and watched as she grabbed his jacket off the floor and expertly pulled the foil packet from its hidden location while moving her thighs to continue his stimulation. "Why do we need it though? There's no way I can get inside of you in here." He grunted as she returned her hand to his length stroking each inch and letting her palm cup his balls.

"No, but with the condom I can still take care of you without ruining my dress or even chancing removing the tape. I'm telling you, if I get out of this vehicle with any hint of your sex on my dress or one of my breasts being exposed to someone other than you, my mother will know it. And you know I'm right."

Zac's head was already in fog. He didn't care what she had in mind as long as she carried out her plan and brought him some pleasure along the way. "Mmmm." Was the only answer he could give her.

Vanessa fumbled with the clip on his pants for just a second until she had it undone and then slowly lowered the zipper. She was mildly disappointed to see that he had, in fact, put on his gray boxer briefs. But as she encouraged him to raise up and easily shimmied his tuxedo pants down onto his thighs she left the boxers intact. Instead of pulling them down she gently encouraged his penis to find its way through the miraculous hidden panel that men value so much.

With her toy exposed Vanessa eagerly licked her lips and placed her hands on Zac's backside urging him to move up her body and straddle her chest. His knees practically wedged into her armpits as Zac raised up enough to slide his thick head between her glossed lips.

His head dropped backwards again with a near moan as her tongue rolled around his shaft and her lips stretched his already taut skin back and forth along its sensitive path. Vanessa smiled as she watched Zac pull his head up and look down at her holding him gingerly between her lips before repeating the same process again, and again. Each time his temptation to roll his hips and push himself farther into her brilliant mouth was stronger but he resisted.

His groans, grunts and one-word phrases or encouragement served their purpose. Before letting his length drop from her lips Vanessa raised her head and gave one immense push sending his head to the back of her throat and letting his entire length engorge her lips. Zac's cry of pleasure was coupled with his hips moving and Vanessa quickly released him and slid the condom over his length.

Zac let his weight down on her chest as she continued to stroke and lick and pump his member until his body released the pent-up orgasm. He bent down to kiss her lips while his hips unknowingly continued moving, milking every ounce of energy that he had. When his body practically collapsed on top of her Vanessa took a few minutes to run her fingers through his now-sweaty unkempt hair.

"I love you." She placed a soft kiss in his hair not expecting any sort of response from him.

"You obviously do." He sighed contently. "And I love you too Baby. Once I regain some energy and we get home I'll show you just how much.

Vanessa stretched her arm out toward one of the storage pockets at the edge of the seats. She laughed a little when she opened it and found small, barf-bag like containers folded neatly in there. She knew exactly what they were for. And she knew it was another part of the limo excursion that was kept secret among her, Zac and Charles.

She pulled one of the bags from the storage area and tapped Zac's shoulderblade with it. "Here My Love, cleanup time." She smiled when he groaned.

"C'mon Zac Baby. Did you not hear what I said a little bit ago? If you drip on my dress Mom will have my head." She commented.

"She can't have it. I need it too much. That beautiful head of yours holds waayyy too many benefits for me. Gina will have fight me for it." Zac added with a sleepy voice.

Still Zac followed her orders, sat up, took the bag, turned away from her and removed the condom. He lifted himself off of Vanessa just enough for her to turn onto her side in the seat and made room for him to lie down beside her. He came back and kissed her immediately. "God your good." He smiled and continued peppering her lips with kisses.

"Horny Boy." Vanessa laughed.

"Hey, I was willing to just play until we got home. You, Miss Sexy Dress had the idea to take care of me. There you are with your dress still taped to your breasts and heels still on your feet. And still you can push me completely over the edge." Zac smiled and ran a finger under her chin.

Vanessa tucked her chin to her chest and looked away from Zac's eyes for a moment. "Make love to me when we get home Zac. No teasing, okay? Just let me get out of this dress and make love to me." She requested shyly.

Zac lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "No teasing. I will get you out of that dress. And I'm going to make love to you so slowly…so tenderly…that I'm about to get hard again right here just thinking about it."

They sat up together on the seat, Zac putting himself back together, pulling up his pants and placing the barf bag in the trash bag to hide their evidence. Vanessa knew she would have to endure her personal wetness until they were home. But as uncomfortable as it was, it also reminded her of the feeling of Zac inside of her and how much she wanted that feeling to continue.

She knocked on the privacy shield between them and their driver. As he lowered the plexiglass Vanessa pulled her hair off her shoulder and exposed the hickey that Zac had given her much earlier in the day. "Charles, how far are we from home?"

The driver smiled at her soft, innocent voice. He was more than familiar with the way this couple spent their time in his limousine. "I've been driving between your houses for the past fifteen minutes. Which one are you heading to?" he asked for instructions.

Vanessa bit her lip, looked at Zac and felt his hand sliding under the material of her dress and making his way from the back of the garment to her breast. She closed her eyes and sucked in as Zac finally reached his destination and lightly pinched her nipple. He smiled widely at his small victory and leaned forward placing his cheek against hers.

Charles caught the boyish grin on Zac's face. "If the parents are gonna try to wrap my gifts to hide them from me, they've gotta learn to tape all the sides."

The driver shook his head at Zac's obvious pride…whatever he was referring to. He shifted his gaze back to Vanessa whose eyes opened briefly only to practically glaze over at the feel of Zac's hand massaging her breast.

"Miss H.? Which house?" he repeated his request for directions.

Vanessa finally mumbled, just barely coherently. "I really don't care. Just get us there, now." She softly demanded.

Charles pointed a finger at Zac in the mirror. Zac continued his assault on Vanessa's breast pulling her backwards against him to feel his arousal beginning again. No words were spoken as the limo pulled up in front of Zac's house.

Hands were removed, eyes opened slightly and the driver opened the door of the car and pointed toward the door of the house. The lovers headed that direction and didn't look back as Charles removed the hat of his uniform and used it to fan himself before climbing back into the car.

After acting as a driver for those two, Charles thought he deserved his own Oscar statuette.

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