Chapter Nine: They Made Everything Special

Zane's POV
We rode for the rest of the day and all through the night. Tally, Dasha, and Fausto each had a hoverboard, and I ran. It was more like walking for me, though, since I could go much much faster, not that I minded.

Fausto still couldn't believe I had escaped. Apparently his brother was very, very pissed off.

It was kind of nerve-wracking going back to Diego, the source of all my unhappiness, but I would do it for Tally. I would do anything for Tally.

We were close. We were so close, I could feel it in my unbreakable bones.

We rode, (and I ran), until we broke dawn, and Dasha started swerving a bit. She wasn't going to mention that she was tired, that much was apparent, not with a group of Specials who wouldn't get tired for at least another day or so, but I was afraid she might push herself to her limit and crash.

I noticed Fausto had taken some interest in her, which surprised me. If Specials even felt anything about Pretties, it was how lazy, stupid, and inferior they were.

But Dasha was different, she wasn't like most Pretties, which was a plus since having a bubbly headed Pretty would definitely take a toll on our little mission.

She started swaying even more, so Tally spoke up.

"How about a little break? We'll let our boards charge for a while, after all, this is the last time we have a chance to charge them until we reach Diego.

Dasha tiredly nodded in agreement.

We stopped and Dasha set up a place to sleep as we all unfolded our hoverboards to soak up energy.

Fausto laid down beside Dasha, letting his face get some sun. I guess some Pretty habits never die, he was always tanning. He did have a nice tan, though, so I guess it was worth it.

Tally wordlessly grabbed my hand and we started walking.

"I know it's really selfish of me, but I kind of don't want to go back. So much has happened in Diego, you know? And if you switch the first part with the second part, it spells 'Go Die'. That must mean something."

"Well remember in the Rusty days when people were really messed up in the head? Well, the really messed up ones went to therapists. And if you out a space after the first part of the word, it makes 'The Rapist'," I said, holding back laughter, remembering when Fausto told me that in out Ugly days.

"What does that have to do with anything? Therapists aren't around anymore, Pretties don't need them. Now we have 'counselors' in case any Pretty has a little problem."

"I don't know, I just thought it was kind of funny. And besides, when would I even get a chance to bring it up again? It's not like we talk about mistranslations of words very often."

"Oh, shut up, Zane," she said, laughing and pushing me. She didn't push me that hard, but I faked falling backwards, grabbing on to her, so she would fall with me.

"Zane!" she yelled. She had good muscles and reflexes, but nothing compared to mine. I brought her down and rolled on top of her, much like with Fausto, only a lot better.

She giggled, a foreign sound coming from a Special's lips, that only egged me on more, though. We wrestled around like Ugly boys did in the dorms.

I was on top of her, our face inches apart. Her smooth, pink lips called out to me. I leaned down and kissed her gently. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I was prepared for anything, it was whatever Tally wanted, that's what would happen.

She kissed me back, shyly at first. But that was over very soon.

She attacked my lips with hers, putting more passion into it than I had ever seen before. We didn't exactly keep our voices down, either. I knew in the back of my mind that Fausto could probably hear us, bub I didn't exactly cared. Tally was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

"Zane," she whispered, slightly out of breath, "I need you. Now."

I knew just what she needed and was more than willing to give it to her. I quickly removed her shirt, tossing it aside, as she worked to remove everything else. Never the patient one, Tally was.

She started tearing at my clothes, her mouth never leaving my skin, she bit, kissed, and sucked at my neck, only parting to take my shirt off. My pants were removed as well. There was nothing separating me and Tally.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Zane," she told me somewhat impatiently, "I'm not exactly a virgin, you of all people should know that. Yes, I am ready."

I kissed her long and hard, plunging myself into her. She cried out, gripping onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my back. I kept going in deeper, until I was all the way in.

"I think...," Tally said, painting, "you've... grown."

She arched her back, pressing her chest into me. "And I think... you've gotten tighter."

I pulled out and went back in, panting. Did the Special operations do something down there, too? Because I honestly can't remember it being this good, and it hasn't even been a minute yet.

"I think...," she said once more with a moan, "they made everything about us special."

She was on the same page as I was. I started to pick up the pace, thrusting into her faster.

"Oh, dear fucking Lord!" she yelled, using the Rusty expression. "Faster!"

I happily obliged going harder and faster, getting her wetter and wetter, making it easier. She moaned into my lips, and I took the opportunity to plunge my tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan again. I explored her mouth, enjoying the taste very much.

She detached from my mouth, kissing down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. It had always been a sensitive area for me, and she knew that. Not only was it still sensitive, but it got even better.

"Oh, God, Tally!" I moaned, forgetting about being quiet completely. I thrust harder into her, causing her to scream out. I knew we were both so close.

I picked up the pace, meeting her bucking hips with mine. The serene silence of the woods was disrupted by the sound of our moans, screams, our skin slapping together, and the deliciously wet sound of sex.

She tightened around me, shuddering and crying out my name.

I quickened my thrusts, riding her orgasm into mine. I came shortly after her, moaning and slowing down until I had completely stopped.

We laid beside each other, blissfully soaking up the relaxing sun shining down on our naked bodies.

"That was amazing, Zane," Tally whispered.

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Dasha POV:

This is so awkward, this is so awkward, this is so awkward, this is SO fucking awkward, I chanted in my head over and over and over again.

The sound of two Specials having hot sex in the woods about a hundred feet away, with another Special laying beside you as you pretend to sleep? Yeah, very fucking awkward.

I tried tuning them out, but that was pretty impossible. I at least pretended to be sleeping so I wouldn't have to make small talk with Fausto while we tried to pretend like we didn't hear Tally and Zane ravishing each other not too far away.

Did he honestly think I was asleep? Because I have no idea how anyone could sleep through that.

Every time I thought they were going to stop, they just went at it again, even louder. I swear, they scared birds away.

"So, are you going to stop pretending to be asleep anytime soon, or are we going to lie here awake, listening to the soothing sounds of Special sex for a while longer?"

"You noticed, huh? Did I even have you going at all?" I asked.

"Yeah, when you were actually asleep. When you woke up it was kind of obvious."

I cringed when I heard Tally scream again. Nope, not ever yet. It's never over....

I pulled myself up into sitting position, facing Fausto. "So... this is awkward."

"Just a bit. But honestly, you can't knock it 'till you've tried it. Special sex is, like, ten thousand times better than when you're a Pretty."

"Sounds like you know your stuff...," I said. The tiny flare of jealousy surprised me quite a bit. I smothered it back down, but it was there nonetheless.

"I know enough," he said in a modest, but smug way at the same time. How the hell did he even do that?

"You get around," I said, pressing my lips together. I guess I was being a bit of a hypocrite, but it made me mad.

"Well, I wouldn't put it like that, exactly...."

"Then how would you put it?" I asked in a slightly bitchy manor. My bad.

"I'm... experienced."

"Nice choice of words," I commended.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked.

"Are you going to ask me no matter my answer?" I asked in return.

"Most likely," he said honestly.

"Then go for it."

"When Zane found you... in the woods... what had happened?" he asked hesitantly.

"I can't answer that," I said truthfully.

"I understand, it's not really my business anyways, I guess I was just kind of curious and I wanted to know, and I knew there was a bunch of stuff happening in Weston, so I thought I could maybe hel—"

"I can't tell you," I repeated myself, "because I honestly have no clue."

"Oh."

I remembered back to that night, all I could remember of it, that is. I was at a huge party being held in my mansion, Vendago, everything was crazy. No theme, no rules, just a bunch of drunk and crazy Pretties. A bunch of us decided to get a few temporary surges, the ones that fade away by themselves. I got highlights that went from bright white, to a light gold color, to a darker gold color, until it reached bronze, then the bronze got gradually darker, then the dark bronze went to black, then faded back. I've always had a thing for metallic colors, hence the eye jewelry, so it was perfect for me. I got my lips to be stained a bright mixture of bronze and gold to go with my hair, and my skin glowed going from normal colored to a beautiful gold in sync with my heartbeat. My girl friends did the same things, but with different color themes.

My other, (mostly guy), friends got a little crazier, though. Azre got bleached from head to toe, draining his skin and hair of color completely, Keela got Medusa snakes in her hair that looked much to lifelike, tinted her skin green, and wore a little gold crown, looking completely Pre-Rusty in an amazing way, and Helio came on fire. Literally. There's this new thing out that you can put on your skin so it won't catch fire, but it will hold it. It was weird. It also doesn't allow it to spread, so he can sleep on fire, and his bed would stay untouched by the fire. It was pretty amazing.

Then I remembered drinking—a lot. Too much. I felt dizzy, but not in the usual drunken way. I got nauseous, and fell into the arms of a stranger who's face I didn't even catch.

The next thing I knew, I was in the middle of the woods, naked, sore, and being held by a gigantic, slightly scary man. Now I was here. Doing the bravest, most adventurous thing I'd ever done. And the most fun. Parties and Pretties can get boring at times, especially the hangovers. This—being out in the wild, going on a mission to rescue a guy from Special Circumstances in another city, traveling with the three most special Specials in the world—was was exhilarating.

"Hey, Earth to Dasha...," Fausto said, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Oh, sorry, just thinking."

"Yeah, I could tell," he said, looking down.

"Hey," I said, cocking my head to the side, listening for something, "I think it's over."

"Finally," he sighed, still tensed, waiting for us to be proven wrong, but... nothing. It was finally over!

"I hope they don't start again any time soon," Fausto said, "'cause if anything, us Specials sure as hell have got stamina. A fucking lot of it."

"Great," I sighed, wishing that even if they did have such amazing stamina, they would at least be a little quieter.

"Yeah...," I sighed, not knowing what else to say. And I thought it was awkward before....

"You're not like most Pretties," Fausto stated out of the blue.

"So I've been told," I said. What could I say? I was a freak, I wasn't like most Pretties, I never really had been.

"You remind me so much of Tally when she was Pretty. But with more attitude," Fausto laughed.

"Really?" I asked, doing my best to conceal my happiness. I kind of​... looked up to Tally, I guess you could say.

"Yeah, and I think she sees that, too. Otherwise she definitely would not be putting up with you right now. She's not too fond of Pretties. Not the mindless ones at least."

"Mindless," I repeated. "A pretty accurate description regarding Pretties."

"Most Pretties," he corrected me, "You're not mindless. It's almost as of you—" he cut himself off.

"What...?" I asked, urging him to go on.

"Nothing, it's nothing, okay?" he said, looking at me with a fierce expression.

"Fine."

I turned away, facing the breeze, and heard it again. Tally and Zane going at it yet again. "Damn stamina."

Fausto let out a laugh but I refused to respond to it. Damn Specials.

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this up! Ugh, things are kind of crazy with me right now, and I have my other two stories Darkest Hours and Till the Day I Die out that I want to get out at an even pace, and I'm working on my own book which is driving me insane! My friend just got a book published, and I'm almost done with mine, but I know I'm going to change it, rewrite it, and edit it about a thousand times before I'm anywhere near satisfied, and then I still have to get it signed with a publisher and a bunch of other craziness!

And by the way, how was the lemon? Lol it was actually hard to write because A) It's Tally and Zane and I have too much respect for them! And B) I imagine that it would be a little different for them than for us... so I did my best! Review :-)