Dinner wasn't as peaceful as tree picking. It started after Zed's forehead wound just started bleeding. The gauze was still covering it but it was random nonetheless. And when I asked about it, Zed shrugged and said, "Blood clotting in Zombies isn't something we're known for. It'll stop eventually."

"Maybe you should get stitches," Raina suggested.

Zed made a face of disgust. "Maybe I shouldn't," he stated.

"Hospitals don't treat Zombies," I explained. "To get stitches we'd have to go back to Seabrook to Zombie Containment and hope that his doctor is there."

"Also needles are horrifying," Zed added. "And hospitals. And doctors and technicians. And every person who works in Zombie Containment."

Dad just grinned from his seat at the table. "Tells me I'm doing my job right."

"That you are," Zed agreed. "I was shaking on my shoes the first time I met you."

"As you should be when you meet your girlfriend's dad," Raina stated. "I remember when my first boyfriend met my parents. You guys hated him."

"We did not hate him," Janet protested.

Her husband nodded in agreement. "We preferred others to him, sure."

"You never called him his right name," Mikey pointed out.

"You even said my name," Bucky added. "And pretended it wasn't your son's name."

Everyone around the table let out a good laugh at the thought, considering a lot of us weren't there for it. Raina turned to look at me and asked, "How did it all go down, Addy-Catty?"

"Well for starters, they didn't find out Zed was a zombie until a lot later," I said, rousing a laugh from everyone. "The only reason they were meeting was because I snuck out the night before and when I got caught they said that they needed to meet 'this boy' or I'd never cheer again. Mind you this was right before the big Homecoming game and he cheer championships, so it was a big deal."

Anthony mockingly leaned on the table to look at me and Zed. "Why'd you sneak out?"

"We went to a party in Zombietown," Zed explained. "Great times. We danced and sang, she met my sister. And then I nearly I got sent to Zombie Containment for being out past curfew."

"It's how I got caught there," I added. "So anyway, I was going to tell Mom and Dad that Zed was a Zombie, when he decided to show up at our door. He had adjusted his Z-Band to look human, so he could impress them and so I could cheer without any problem." I gave Zed a pointed look. "It also nearly killed him."

He just smiled sheepishly. "That was two years ago, Addy. I'm fine now."

I just rolled my eyes (fondly, of course) before continuing. "He brought Mom flowers. Him and Dad bonded over football." I smiled at the memory. "Then we went out for ice cream because at the time the shop was for humans only and how could we pass up an opportunity like that."

"And we won the football game," Zed added. "And placed second in the cheer championships."

"Because of your awesome moves."

"Because the best cheerleaders in the world were leading."

I smiled and leaned into his side, grinning even wider when he kissed the top of my head. Of course our loving moment was ruined by Pops on the other side of table, saying, "You lost because there were dozens of Rotters there ruining the show."

I just frowned at him. Bucky gave me this look, trying to tell me not to argue. But we had seen the scoresheets and the judges had come and told us why we hadn't won. It wasn't because of the Zombies—the Zombies were the only reason we weren't in last.

Everyone was content with leaving the grandparents as they were—prejudice and discriminatory toward Zed and Zombies—but I was sick and tired of it. It had barely been one day and Zed, who was more excited for this than anyone, already wanted to go home. He felt unwelcome and he was definitely unsafe. So I did the only thing I could: I stood up even though Bucky was trying to signal to me to stay seated.

"Pops, I believe I told you this earlier." I said. "I love Zed. Zed is always there for me, always supporting me and always there to save my ass. It was his idea to have Zombies and cheerleaders together that first time, and it was because of it that we placed second. Bucky's routine sucked ass, and Zed saved us."

I moved from my seat, completely livid. I could feel all the hatred Dr. Jankowski had helped me cover and move past two years ago bubbling up inside. All I could feel was just anger, at every person in my family who had just degraded and belittled me for years.

Everyone was looking at me now; my face was probably red from being so upset and angry. I continued in a harsh and angry tone, "Zed was the first person to encourage me to take off the fucking wig. Zed loves me, damnit. He loves me more than anyone here every has, does, or will. And if it comes down to choosing between my family and Zed, you can bet your asses that I'm choosing Zed in a heartbeat."

I turned away on that note. I didn't need to turn around to know that Zed was following me. I moved quickly but still angrily up to my shared room. I got inside and a second after Zed walked in. He opened his mouth to say something, cut off by me forcibly grabbing his shoulders and pushing him against the door while simultaneously closing it.

Zed let out a surprised noise at the contact, one that I silenced by pressing my mouth against his hard. It only took him a second to collect his bearings before he kissed me back as hard as I was kissing him. Zed pulled me flush against him, his cold hands on my back and sending shivers down my spine as he rubbed my skin, crawling down to my ass.

In turn I reached under his shirt with one hand, feeling up his taut stomach. With the other hand I undid his belt and jeans expertly, reached into his boxers and giving his hardening penis a soft squeeze. Zed gasped and moaned, pulling his head back to look at me worriedly. "What're you doing?" he muttered.

I squeezed his dick again, rolling my fist up and down his length slowly. Then I leaned up to whisper in his ear, quiet and in the same tone we used during oral sex. "Well right now, I'm giving my sexy boyfriend a handjob," I whispered, flicking my thumb over his dripping tip. Zed stifled a low moan in his throat, letting his head fall back against the door. "Then I plan on getting down on my knees to give him the best blowjob of his life."

Zed cleared his throat, took a few deep breaths, then asked in a shaky voice, "Now?"

I nodded. "I think anger really fuels my sex drive. I know it does for you." I stood up on my toes and sucked on the skin below his ear, causing him to release a deep moan.

"Well what—uh—what if someone hears?"

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door behind Zed. It was more like someone was pounding on the locked door, clearly trying to get inside. I rolled my eyes, pulled Zed a little ways away from the door to open it a crack.

"Yes father?"

Dad was a lot less amused, scowling at me through the crack. "What's going on here? Why was the door locked?"

"We're making out," I stated. "It'd be better without any interruptions."

I tried to close the door but Dad stopped me immediately. "I want to see Zed," he stated. "His Z-Band reads his heart rate increased dramatically within minutes."

Zed leaned around the door, his face all red and still panting. He offer my dad his best 'cool and casual' smile. "Chief," he said in greeting.

Dad frowned but didn't say anything else. "Behave you two," he warned. "We're going skiing tomorrow at eleven, be ready for breakfast at nine."

"Yes Dad, goodnight," I said, forcing the door closed before he could say anything and locking it.

"Well that was close," I stated with a breathy laugh.

"Uh huh." With on glance at Zed I could tell he was still hot and horny, his face and neck all red (red for a Zombie, at least) and breathing hard. His Z-Band was working hard to keep his heart rate normal which meant that if I were to touch it I'd feel the vibrations of the electromagnetic pulses. Oh and his dick was rock hard, possibly harder than before I had opened the door.

His jeans and boxers are bunched up directly under it. I give him a smirk, reaching and pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and getting down on my knees in the process. Zed looked down at me in complete wonder and surprise, tentatively reaching down and tangling his fingers in my hair.

I wrapped my hand around his pulsing manhood. The purple head was dripping pearly white precum. It takes everything in me to not just go for it, not just pump him fast and hard to make him cum in my hands. I was in control now, and I wanted it to be slow and drawn out, pulling him just to the edge before backing out again. Teasingly slow I lean in, running my tongue from the base of his dick up to the drooling head. Zed gasped loudly when I flicked my tongue over the slit, thrusting shallowly into my mouth to which I pulled back.

"No no no ," I teased.

Zed whined, resting his head back against the door and closing his eyes tight. I ran my tongue along his dick a few more times, caressing his warm balls in my free hand. After several minutes filled with wet licks and Zed's labored breathing, I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth, eliciting a deep moan from his part.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down the length of his dick, grinning to myself at the noises coming from him. He was trying his damndest to keep quiet, considering neither of us knew where anyone in my family was. Zed groaned and moaned, trying to find something to hold on to.

Usually when we did this we were in my bedroom and Zed was sitting or laying on my bed, clawing at the sheets just as badly (sometimes even worse) than me whenever he'd eat me out (not typically the word choice I'd use, but it'll do for now). Now, Zed had a death grip on my hair, partially guiding me up and down the length of his dick.

However when Zed tried to thrust into my mouth I pulled back, smirking when he whined in protest. "Addy," he whined. "So close."

I grinned slightly. "You're ready to burst, huh?"

"Mhm," he moaned with a nod. I gingerly lifted his dick, leaning in to run my tongue over his warm nutsack. He moaned again, "Addison."

I sucked his balls into my mouth, sucking and licking at the hot flesh while pumping his dick long and slow. I moved my mouth from his balls up the length of his dick then sucked the head in my mouth again. Zed gasped and rolled his head back against the door.

"Fuck, Addy," he moaned, tangling both his hands in my hair to guide me up and down the length of his dick faster. His Z-Band is vibrating out of control like it always does when he gets a blowjob. I halfly worried about Dad coming back but more focused on getting him off (and frankly not caring).

Zed, who was stronger than me by a lot, took over, fucking into my mouth at a crazy fast speed. I held my mouth open for him, moaning to myself underneath the spit-filled gagging sounds. I looked up at him, drooling around his pounding dick, giving him my best innocent look. Not a second later he came with a groan. His cum erupted in my mouth. It was pretty impossible to swallow his cum fast enough to keep it from spilling out, considering he—as a Zombie—came fast and more than (most) humans.

His eyes rolled back in his head; seconds after he finished his legs buckled underneath him. I stood up quickly, supporting him as he fell against me. It was hard but I managed to drag him to the bed, letting him fall against the mattress. I then fixed his clothes—putting his soft pen is back inside his boxers and bottoming his jeans again.

One thing about being a Zombie was that he knocked out after he came. It was the reason I only gave him a blowjob when he was on a bed. I didn't regret this one, though. Being pissed makes for the best blowjobs (and according to Eliza, sex).

It used to be hours before Zed would wake up from his sex-induced slumber, which had reduced over time. Today it was a little over a hour. I spent most of it in the shower and getting ready for bed. And, you know, masturbated in the shower. I killed more time calling Bree, then Zed's dad for a checkup.

Right when I hung up with Zevon, Zed stirred from the bed. He rolled over onto his back and groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. I smiled at him and moved toward the bed, sitting down on the edge as he woke up. He gave me a sleepy smile and said, "Habe you been creepily watching me this whole time?"

I shook my head and bit my lip to hold back a laugh. "I took a shower, 'cause there was cum all over my face and my neck."

Zed just laughed, a little sheen of nervousness underneath it. "Uh, sorry."

I just shook my head, leaned down and kissed him gently. "It's okay, just remember you owe me."

Zed laughed lightly, sitting up and stretching upward. "I'm tired, but I need a shower," he stated. "And if I get in the shower, the water will wake me up."

"Just…use a towel and wet it and do a half-shower sort of thing," I suggested. "Then you can shower in the morning."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek before standing. He went over to his luggage, getting his shower supplies and pajamas together. "You're the best, I love you!"

"I think I'm due some dessert."

I looked at him sideways. "What're you talking about?" I knew exactly what he was talking about.

After he'd finished in the shower we went down to the basement because that where we'd always hang out after the 'adults' went to bed. I put that in quotations because everyone beside me, Bucky, and Zed were adults, but we referred to our parents and grandparents as the adults.

I wasn't allowed at the basement parties until last year (they said I was too young). It was just a game room that we weren't allowed in by Pops's decree. So we did it behind their back.

Anyway, Raina had apologized for us not finishing our dinner or getting in on the dessert (vanilla ice cream), and had offered to get some later. Zed had said it was fine and he'd get dessert later. And then he gave me a sly look and ran his hand up my thigh. His action was hidden by the blanket that had covered us.

Now, a little after midnight when everyone had finally gone to sleep, Zed was ready to get some 'dessert'. Zed closed our room door and 'discreetly' locked it. "I think in the fairness of love and war you're due some justice."

I couldn't help but smirk at his fancy terminology. Zed climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled forward until our noses touched. He gave me a cheeky smile. "Hello beautiful," he whispered cheerily. "If you don't mind I plan on eating you out."

I was feeling flustered but managed to keep my composure, asking slyly, "Oh yeah?"

Zed nodded, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. He situated himself between my bent legs. I couldn't stop the moan from leave my mouth at the press of his erection against my wet center. Both of our pelvic regions were still covered by underwear and pajama pants, adding to the sensation. Zed trailed kisses from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck. He knew that the combined efforts of his mouth and his dick (though in me or not) were enough to drive me wild.

Zed pulled the straps of my tank top down and pushed my arms out, exposing my bare boobs. He ran his tongue from my collarbone down to the valley between my tits. I couldn't help but moan loudly.

Zed looked up at me amused and surprised. "You gotta be quiet, Addy," he reminded her. "Your parents are upstairs. You wouldn't want them—" Zed pinched my nipple, making me gasp, before finished with, "coming too early."

I had a habit of being very loud during sex (Zed says it's the cheerleader in me). To be fair I've never had an actual reason to be quiet. No one's home when we're together intimately and the Safe Room is soundproof (and completely unwired).

Zed practically skipped over my tits and my stomach, pulling down my pants and putting them off to the side before going for my panties. He held them up for me to see the wet spot, then moved up the bed to hold them over my face. "Open wide," he said as he balled them up.

I didn't have to be a genius to know what he was implying. We were both juniors in high school in some of the most sexually fueled sports—we know about sex and kinks and BDSM and other stuff. I wasn't sure how I felt about possibly ruining some of my favorite panties, but would much rather have them than have to cover my mouth with a pillow and obscure my view of Zed.

Once I was properly gagged Zed went back to work, pulling my shirt off before sucking my nipple into his mouth. Add to that his wandering hands, one tweaking the boob not in his mouth and the other running slow circles against my clit. I was losing my mind, trying my best not to moan too much or too loudly and drowning in the pleasure.

Zed flicked his tongue over my hard nipple, sucking it in his mouth like a baby with a pacifier and rolling it between his lips. I felt my orgasm building within, knowing I could cum at any second but not wanting the pleasure to end. He didn't spend long on one breast, moving on to the other and repeating his actions again.

Zed stuck a finger inside my slit, slowly and teasingly fucking me. I groaned and rolled my head back, my eyes fluttering closed. I couldn't help but thrust my hips in rhythm with his finger. Zed pulled off my nipples and instead of going down to my pussy (like usual), he moved up, running his tongue up my neck and to my ear.

"You're getting loud," he whispered teasingly. "If you want I can stop."

He had the nerve to actually stop, his finger at rest inside me and his thumb still pressed against my swollen clit. I whimpered in protest, moving my head to look down at him. "Don't stop," I whined around the cloth in my mouth.

I didn't know if he understood me or just knew what I wanted to say. Either way he leaned in and kissed the skin below my ear. I could feel his smile in his kisses as he gently inserted a second finger in, using the two to restart his slow assault on my pussy.

He moved his mouth across my jaw, kissing and sucking the sides of my mouth and partially blocking out the escaped moans.

Zed pulled away, withdrawing his fingers so he could take off his shirt. He wasn't gone long, using his hand to fuck me faster than before. He moved down until his head was between my legs, slowly and teasingly running his tongue up my slit.

I groaned and panted in response, drool leaking out the sides of my mouth. I reached my hands down to grab onto his hair, pulling him closer and guiding him through the motions (like he needed any help).

He sucked on my clit gently, slowing the pace of his fingers inside. I groaned again, grinding my dripping snatch against his face. I could feel his laugh against my clit, reverberating throughout my body and bring me to the brink of orgasm.

Zed knew I was close. He curled his fingers inside me, sucking and licking my clit with renewed energy. I cried out in pure ecstasy, cumming hard at his ministrations. I didn't hold onto his hair, instead clawed at the blankets and sheets as I lost control. Zed continued to fuck me at a slower pace, making me cum harder. My vision darkened as I crossed the peak.

I vaguely felt Zed pull his fingers out and draw his mouth away. He moved up, pulled the gag from my mouth before silencing me with his mouth. He rubbed slow circles against my still spamming cunt, helping to bring me down from my high.

We made out in bed after I had stopped cumming. I could taste a mixture of my juices and my sweat on Zed's lips, then just my juices when he'd replaced his mouth with his slick fingers. After a few minutes he pulls away, breathless and red.

"We should clean up and go to bed," he stated.

I tilted my head at him, reaching down to feel his erection. "We gotta take care of this, you know," I pointed out.

He just shook his head with a small smile. He got off the bed, going over to his suitcase. "I'll be able to fall asleep, it's fine," he said, rummaging through his luggage.

"In the meantime, I'm gonna clean you up," he said, turning around with a package of baby wipes in his hands.

I laughed, watching as he came back over to the bed. "You brought baby wipes? What is wrong with you?"

He shrugged. "Look how handy they are now, though."

Zed used the baby wipes to practically give me a sponge bath. Considering how sweaty I was and how I had spit everywhere, I wasn't really complaining. I got redressed while he threw them away, putting on all my clothes except for my underwear—they were thoroughly soaked and getting a new pair would raise suspicion in Mom, who always did the math the see how much clothes I would need before a wash.

Once everything was back in order we got in bed together. Not a minute after we got in bed the door opened and Bucky peered in, his eyebrows scrunched together.

"What's going on in here?" he asked. "I heard screaming."

Now, I could've lied and said I had a nightmare. But messing with Bucky was so much fun. With a straight face, I told him, "Zed is very good at cunnlingus."

Zed didn't say anything, just stared at Bucky with an equally neutral expression. Bucky made a face of disgust, his inflamed cheeks giving away his discomfort. "You know I hate you, right?" he asked.

"Goodnight Buck," I said as he closed the door.

Once he was gone Zed let out a quiet laugh. "You're insane, Gorgeous."

A/n: ah, smut. It's so much fun to write, you know? Sometimes it's pretty funny to write.

So leave a review or something. Have a good day, see you soon. (Chapter five is already under works and there's a vague outline for the story!)