Wake Up Zachy: A One-Shot Series

Chapter 37

To Make Love

Background: This can be whenever you guys want to be basically. I pictured it going on like after book 5 . . . so whatever really.

Cammie's POV

My mind went fuzzy as his lips pressed to mine. Darkness clouded the room and it was only me and him.

I pulled away gasping for breath, but his lips never left mine. Traveling down my neck, he looked up at me from under his lashes. His gaze was soft but questioning and I smiled at him, letting a soft moan tumble from my lips as I nodded my head yes.

"I'm ready, Zach," the words were quite but he looked as if I screamed them. He gulped and I wondered slightly if he changed his mind, but when his lips landed on mine, I felt the same passion and confidence he always brought with him.

I inhaled his sent as I soft growl left his lips and my body was pushed roughly onto the bed. He was over me in a second, his body hovering over mine as his lips worked my neck and his hands roamed.

"Are you sure?" he asked against my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I pushed him away a little, locking my eyes with his, "Do you want to . . ." I trailed off know he understood what I meant. He chuckled, a deep hearted chuckle.

"Do I want to . . . what?" he smirked. I wacked his chest but took a deep breath.

"Do you want to . . . have sex?" I blushed, my checks tinting themselves with red as I tried not to look away from his eyes.

He starred at me for a while, but not once did I let my gaze falter. "No," he answered finally and I felt tears prick my eyes and my checks heat up as I took in his answer. "But I would love," he said kissing my forehead lightly, locking his eyes with mine again, "To make love to you."

I smiled as a few tears fell down my face and his gentle kisses, kissed them away.

His hands traveled south and he smirked as I let out a surprised gasp and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss.

It was full of desire and yet so full of love, and as he deepened it, all I could feel was him and his love.

My hands lay in useless fists on his chests as he grabbed my shirt and tugged. I slipped my arms up and shivered as he kissed his way up my stomach, pulling my shirt up as he went.

His lips sucked from my neck to my collar bone, and as his teeth bite down, his tongue was there soothing the love mark he had given me.

His hands roam and I shook slightly as they found my jean button.

"Not fair," I whined, pulling at his shirt but he just smirked at me as his tongue ran its way down my leg and he chucked my jeans across the room.

"Life isn't fair," he answered but pulled his shirt over his head anywhere. My eyes locked on his chest and my hand involuntarily found their way to his skin. His abs glistened in the faint moonlight pouring in from the window and the tan skin rippled as he tried to hold in his groan, but failing miserably.

He growled and shoved my further onto the bed. "Have I ever told you I love abs?" I asked, fluttering my eye lashes innocently as he worked frustrated on his own zipper. My head cover his and I felt him grow harder from the touch.

My fingers brushed his as I undid them for him, my smirk growing as another groan left his mouth. The second I was done, he pulled them off in one quick motion and was back on top of me before I could even say "Woah."

His lips left a trail of fire as they made their way up my stomach his hands expertly undoing the clasp behind me back. I tugged at his boxers but he just slid my hands away and removed my last article of clothing.

His lips meet mine again before he removed them.

"Shit," his voice reverberated against my lips. "I don't have a . . ." he was cut off from my lips crashing onto his.

"Don't worry about it, I'm covered." He smiled at me and wrapped me up in his arms, kissing my lips once more.

I scrunched my face up as head lined up with my entrance. His body hovered inches above mine and we locked eyes as he slid in. My teeth clamped down and he kissed my neck as he waited for the pain to subside.

"Ready," my voice called out in a whisper.

"I love you, Gallagher Girl. You know that right?" I smiled at him but didn't answer him.

"I love you too, Zach." He kissed my lips once more before he slowly started moving and my entire body erupted in pleasure.

Hours later, Zach's body fell next to mine and I looked at his crazed appearance.

He was taking deep, shallow breaths, trying to get out of his oxygen deprived state. His hairline was sweating leading up to his tangled locks that I couldn't help but think never looked better. His tan skin was illuminated from the moonlight as he smirked at me. I didn't even want to know what I looked like.

I wrapped my arms around him turning into his chest. He took a sharp intake of break and my mind was suddenly whirring. "What's the matter, Zach? Are you okay? Are –" he shut me up with a kiss.

"I'm fine, Gallagher Girl. I just have battle wounds he smirked at me but before I could reply his smirk disappeared.

"What did you mean by 'Don't worry about it, I'm cover'?" I smiled softly at Zach.

"I've been on the pill since . . . Josh."

He cringed slightly, "You and Jimmy didn't . . . do anything, right?"

I smiled at him, placing a soft kiss in the middle of his chest. "No, you were my first."

"Really?" he asked. I just nodded my head and he smirked at me.

"Was I yours?" I asked.

"Gallagher Girl . . . I used to . . . you were the first one that actually meant something to me. I only used to do it because I thought –"

"Zach," I pressed my lips gently to his, "I don't care. As long as it wasn't while you knew me, I don't care."

He smiled at me a true genuine smile, "It wasn't while I knew you."

"Good," I said placing a kiss on his lips and sucking gently on his lower lip.

"Gallagher Girl," he groaned. "Don't you think 6 times is enough for one night?"

I blushed, "I wasn't trying –" he shut me up with a kiss and when he pulled away a smirk was on his lips.

"Night," I said yawning.

"Goodnight, Gallagher Girl," he said, pressing his lips to my hair.

*****In the Morning*****

I woke up next to a sleeping Zach and I slipped out of the bed. I slipped on his shirt, walking around to examine the room we were in. The floor creaked and I spun around to see a sheepish looking Zach.

He looked me up and down, licked his lips, and smirked. "You look good in my shirt." He said while wrapping his arms around me.

"Ha-ha, you're so funny." I said wacking his back. He winced and pulled away from me.

"Let me see," I stated firmly.

"Gallagher Girl, it's fine –" he started but I cut him off.

"Let me see." He sighed turning around and I took in the bite marks and scratches along his back that looked fairly new. I gasped, "Zach. Oh my god. When did you get these? How did you get these? Are you –"

He turned around and cut me off. "Gallagher Girl," I looked him in the eye. "I got them last night. From you."

"Oh," I looked down blushing, "I'm sorry. I-"

He wrapped his arms around me, "Don't apologize." He smirked, "It means I did good. Really Goode."

I hit his chest. "Jesus, you are so cocky."

He wrapped his arms around me from behind stopping me from walking any further. "But you love it," he said twirling me around.

"Not I don't," I answered.

"But you love me," he said with an innocent look.

I hit his chest, "I don't know why," I mumbled under my breath and he looked hurt for a second before picking me up in his arms.

"Because I'm Goode," he smirked.

*****A few minutes later*****

We walked down the hall way silently, and Zach held my hand and led me so I wouldn't crash into any walls as I admired his abs.

He shirt was big on my but it smelled like him so I was glad he let me wear it.

"You can keep the shirt," he said pointing to wear it hung low on my body as we stood outside my door.

"Good, because I wasn't planning on giving it back." He smirked at me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my lips.

"See you soon, Gallagher Girl."

Macey dressed me up around Zach's shirt, placing it with skinny jeans and his jacket from that night so long ago.

Arms wrapped around my waist as we headed into the Grand Hall. Lips pressed to my neck and someone whispered into my ear, "You look so hot in my stuff."

I smirked and grabbed his hands, but his lips were near my ear again. "And that includes my smirk." Macey, Bex, and Liz stopped short, but I was too lost in my own world with Zach to notice why, which is also the reason I jumped as a voice that sounded so much like Grant exclaimed, "Dude what happened to you? Did you wrestle a lion?"

"Yeah," Jonas chimed in, "What mission did Joe have you do?"

"It's not from a mission," Zach smirked, wrapping his arm around my waist and not looking even a little surprised that the guys were here. "Well at least not that kind of mission."

"Then what kind?" Grant asked.

"A personal mission," he winked at me.

"It was your personal mission to sleep with me?" I asked eyebrows raised.

"What?" Grant and Bex exclaimed as the girls finally came to take their seats. "You two slept together?" Zach smirked at them in response and I could feel the heat rolling off my checks. Macey just smirked at us too and Lizzie blushed lightly, looking and Jonas who was staring at her.

"Dude," Grant high-fived Zach, "You did seriously good to get those marks."

"Well, I am Goode." He answered and I smacked his chest. His lips hovered by my ear as everyone went off into their own conversations. "That wasn't my mission. My mission was to let you have every part of me. And to make love to the girl I love."

I blushed as the almost ever present smirk appeared on his face.

A tall, stylish looking guy came up to Zach and I noticed Macey eying him from her spot. "Dude," the guy said talking to Zach, "Did you really go that good." Zach smirked as my face got redder and I buried it in his shoulder, no doubt making him smirk more. But even through my spot I could tell that guy went up to Macey as I heard him say, "Hey beautiful."

I smiled against Zach's arm as his arms wrapped around me and I couldn't help but think, Life is Goode.

A/N: Hey guys, so this was . . . oftly (is that a word?) in depth, but I don't think too much for a T rated story . . . so let me know. Good. Too Much. Not enough?

I hoped you liked it.

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Challenge: How many ongoing stories of mine do you read? (Hint: I have three ongoing Gallagher Girl stories and one Percy Jackson one that I haven't updated in on forever).

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Sorry this took so long to get out, it was an internal battle basically.

Love, Katie