A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE! The continuation of day 1! Enjoy!

Day 7: "Nice sugar plums."

Part 2 of "The Gala Series"

Zed's got a spoonful of cold chili halfway to his mouth and season three of 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' on his laptop when someone knocks on his door. He freezes, pausing the episode and checking the time. It's a little after one in the morning, and the only person he can think of being there so late is Eliza to yell at him for ditching her.

He gets up and sets his bowl to the side, ready to get berated, only to find a very sad Addison standing on the other side. She's in leggings and a sweatshirt, but her face is still glittery with makeup and her hair still curled around her shoulders.

He's—he doesn't know what he is. Surprised? Shocked? Terrified? All of the above.

He'd forgotten he'd given her his address. Her brows scrunch together and her face hardens and he really wishes he hadn't forgotten she had his address.

"You're an asshole," she states. "You ditched me. I thought we were having fun—we had some connection or something but no. You're just as bad as those white-collar suck-ups that my dad hires—no, you're worse than them. At least they stick around to get their dick wet. You're just a selfish asshole."

He gapes at her, unsure what to say.

He knows she's not wrong. It was an asshole thing to do. It takes him several long seconds to even remember why he panicked and left, and the words come tumbling out in the most idiotic way.

"You're Addison Wells."

"No shit, you think I don't know that?"

"No—I—Your dad owns—"

Addison huffs. "Is that why you bolted? Because that has got to be the stupidest reason I've ever heard. Usually, people try to sleep with me because I'm rich. What type of idiot are you?"

"Is it too late to say sorry?"

She crosses her arms. "Yes it is," she sniffs. "I wouldn't mind hearing it though."

"I'm sorry," he says earnestly. "I just—I really did just panic. I know it was a dick move, and I probably—no, definitely—shouldn't have done that."

He pauses and she watches him intently. "I mean, Eliza's my best friend. She works for your dad! What if you decide you hate me and wanna take it out on her?"

"I wouldn't do that," she states.

He huffs now. "Well, how would I have known that? Let's not forget how you neglected to mention the fact that you're Addison freaking Wells!"

"I didn't—"

"You practically led me on!" he points out, growing upset. Yeah, he did a shitty thing, but so did she!

"I told you my name was Addy, which is what I prefer to be called. You didn't ask me for my full name."

"I didn't think I had to!" he cries. "I mean, you show up at my apartment and start yelling at me like a psycho! I may have been a dick but you acted like a real asshole!"

She scoffs. "You showed up to my party! It's not my fault you're too dense to realize anything!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I don't do intensive research on the rich family next door! You're—God you're actually insufferable."

"You're an obnoxious pig!"

"Fuck you," he spits.

"Fuck you!"

They stand there, panting, both undoubted angry. Addison's eyes dance across his face. Suddenly the mood changes, anger fueling a strange sense of passion within them. Then she says, "Fuck me."

They surge together, Addison jumping in his arms and their lips connecting in a heated, passionate kiss. Zed drags her inside, then using the momentum to push her against the closing door. He lifts her against the wood and her hands grab at his tee-shirt with enough vigor that she might actually rip it.

"Bed, bed," she says against his lips.

Her ankles lock behind his waist and he carries her down the hall and into his room. He gently tosses her on the bed, stepping back to quickly strip out of his clothes. Once he's naked, he goes to his nightstand in search of a condom, ignoring the low whistle Addison gives.

"Oh you've got such a nice ass," she comments.

He spares a glance at her, sitting up on his bed, naked as she picks her panties off her ankle. He has no response to her comment except, "Nice sugar plums."

She snorts out a laugh. He grabs a condom, while she absentmindedly touches her 'sugar plums.'

He moves back to the bed once he's got the condom on, nudging her legs apart and moving between them. Addison grabs him by the hair and pulls him down for another searing kiss, her hands clawing at his scalp while he lines himself up with her wet entrance. She wraps her legs around his waist, moving her snatch along his hard member and moaning in his mouth, until he finally pushes inside, both of them groaning in satisfaction.

They take a second to get adjusted to the new territory, exchanging rough, passionate kisses until Zed pulls his lips back. "Still mad at me?" he breathes.

Addison slowly moves her hips against his, her lips forming a satisfied 'o' in quiet pleasure. The friction drives Zed absolutely mad—her wet pussy, twisting and squeezing him.

"Depends how good you fuck me," she says.

Zed places a hand on her hip, pulling out and thrusting back in, slow but rough. Addison's eyes widen, a silent gasp gracing her lips that makes him feel a little proud. Zed repeats the motion and this time she lets out a little whine.

He decides to continue with the slow and methodical attack, and throw in a little teasing. He's earned it, at least in his mind, after putting up with hours of her own teasing all evening.

"You, Addison Wells, was it?"

"Mhm," she moans.

"Addison Wells, heiress extraordinaire."

"I'm not an heir—" Zed thrusts back in, hard, effectively cutting her off. Her back arches off the bed and she cries out, "Oh fuck!"

"Came here just to yell at me," he went on. "Look at you now."

Addison huffs, propping herself on her elbows. "You're so cocky," she grumbles.

"Isn't that what you came here for?"

She rolls her eyes. "Stop."

Zed freezes, afraid he'd done too much. Not everyone was a fan of dirty talk. Oh God, what'd if he completely ruined the mood with the taunting?

"Was the dirty talk too much?"

She furrows her brows. "What? No? You're surprisingly good at it."

"Surprisingly?"

"You spent all evening all flustered, Zeddy, what else was I supposed to think?" she says teasingly.

She sits up, wrapping her arms around him for support with a soft sigh at the new angle. "I'm not a fan of being on my back," she explains.

"That's fine." He holds her around her waist, shallowly thrusting. He can only manage a few inches in and out with the way they're sitting, but it feels just as pleasurable. They both moan quietly for the few minutes they stay like that.

Then, Addison asks, "Do you like doggy?"

"Fuck yes."

They untangle their limbs and Addison turns around, getting onto her hands and knees on the bed. She looks over her shoulder and throws him a grin, wiggling her ass at him. Zed shuffles closer. He rubs his cock between her wet folds, making her moan again.

She has a really nice ass, something he hadn't been able to notice or appreciate when she was in her evening gown earlier. There's a lot about her that's a hell of a lot nicer to look at now that she's naked (even though she did look drop-dead gorgeous in her dress).

He honestly can't help himself, "spanking" her ass with his free hand, if you could call it that. It was more of a rough ass grab, that makes her squeal and jump. It serves as enough forewarning (at least in his mind) for him to push into her wet, welcoming hole.

They've already gone past the threshold, so Zed goes straight to the fucking her raw. As raw as fucking her with a condom could be. Fuck, whatever, not important.

He fucks her, a little out of spite because for some reason he feels like he needs to prove that he's good in bed. He's also insanely into her, and showing her a good time now would hopefully draw her to stay down the line.

And, most importantly, he hasn't gotten laid in a long time. He's got a lot of pent up energy, that's currently being redirected through his relentless thrusting, and appreciated by Addison Wells. Probably waking his neighbors with her loud moans of pleasure but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was too damn hot pounding her from behind.

"Ah! Oh, God, Zed!" she cries.

He moves a hand and playfully smacks her ass, making her moan loudly. "You like that?" he breathes.

"Yes!"

He spanks her again and she moans, drops her head down onto the mattress and pushes her ass back into his thrusts. "You're—Oh, you're so fucking good," she moans.

He doesn't think there's anything better than her quivering cunt, sucking him in with every thrust. At least until she starts rubbing her clit, something that makes her drop onto her elbow and cry out in even more pleasure than before, and become even tighter, her pussy spazzing around him.

With every thrust, he gets closer and closer to the edge, fingers digging into her hips as he doubles his efforts to get them off.

Suddenly, Addison freezes, letting out a gasp. Before Zed can even register what's happening, though, she loses control: moaning and screaming loudly, quivering, her pussy getting even tighter around him, tighter and wetter as she cums hard.

It's incredibly hot to watch (more so because it's mostly his doing), her cries of pleasure fueling him to continue pumping into her. And it feels so damn good that he's cumming with her in no time at all.

His ears ring a little, heart pounding as he slowly comes down from his high. He's panting hard, feeling a little gross from the sheen of sweat that's now covering his body. Addison, for the most part, is still very much out of it, letting out quiet little moans and sighs, her cunt still quivering a little.

Now comes the awkward part. Where either she leaves and they never speak again, or, worse, they talk about what just happened. He tries not to think about what that conversation might entail, instead focusing on cleaning up. He slowly pulls his softening member from her. She lets out a high pitched whine as he makes his exit.

Zed gets off the bed and grabs his tissue box from the dresser (he gets allergies in the winter!), peeling off the used condom, wrapping it up, and disposing of it in the trash. He's about to put the tissues back on the dresser but decides against it. Addison will probably want to clean up too.

He takes them back to bed and lays down with a sigh, putting the box between them. Addison glances at it, mutters a 'Thanks,' and sits up on her heels. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asks.

"It's down the hall." It's also the only other room in his apartment.

Addison stands, taking the tissues and walking shakily out of the room. Once she's gone, he lets out a sigh. He didn't often do hookups, for this exact reason. The after was always so weird because he was so weird. Should he get dressed? Offer her a drink or something?

Sex was easy, small talk was fucking terrifying.

He gets off the bed, figuring putting on underwear would be the least awkward thing to do. Except, of course, Addison walks back in as he's pulling his boxers up.

"Were you eating cold chili before I got here?"

His cheeks go red and he stammers. But when he glances at her, she's got an amused smile on her face.

"For all you know, it could've been warm."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Was it?"

"…No."

She laughs, and the tension fades. She goes searching through his messy room and grabs her phone, while he goes and sits back on his bed.

"Shit."

He looks up, Addison catches his eye and says, "My phone's about to die. Do you have a charger?"

He nods, standing up again. "Yeah, hold on."

His phone is plugged in in his room, but he's got a spare in the living room, primarily for when Eliza spends the night.

It's currently plugged into his laptop, right next to his discarded chili. He grabs them both, and the wall piece that's sitting on the floor, and heads back to his room.

Addison looks up from her spot perched on his bed. She's put on her sweatshirt, but her bare legs hang over the side of the bed.

He passes her the charger and puts his laptop on top of his dresser, then climbs back in bed. He sits quietly as she plugs her phone in, waiting for her next move.

After several quiet minutes, Addison turns around to face him. "Sorry for acting all insane," she says. "I mean, the sex was good. Great, I mean. Like, really, insanely amazing."

Zed let out an awkward chuckle, blushing a little. "Uh, thanks."

"But um, coming here all bitchy and shit was not cool."

"I'm the one who flaked on you," he says. "Which was…a really sucky thing to do. I'm sorry."

She gives him a small smile. "It's okay. Truce?"

Zed chuckles and nods. "Truce." He smiles at her. "So, how are you getting home?"

"If it's not two yet, I'm going to call my driver to come get me, but I'll probably end up in an Uber by the time my phone has enough charge."

"Well, in that case," he goes and grabs his laptop, "let's watch something to pass the time."

Addison chuckles, both of them moving to get comfortable on his bed. "What are we watching?"

"Avatar, duh."

"Duh," she mocks. "Dork."

He playfully sticks his tongue out, something she doesn't find weird and actually laughs at.

Zed startles awake, what feels like moments later. It's been much longer, something he only knows because his laptop is off, which means it either died or was in idle time. But Netflix's autoplay would've prevented idle time, so it's got to be dead.

He groans a little. It's still dark out, and he's still half asleep. He moves to put his laptop aside and snuggle back into bed, right when he realizes that there's another person in bed next to him.

There's some light coming in from the hall (God his electric bill was going to be insane), giving enough of a glow for him to recognize Addison all cuddled up next to him. Which is all well and good, he loves cuddles, he especially loves getting to cuddle the people he has sex with. But it's also insanely late, he's cold, and he needs to properly get ready for bed. Maybe put on some pants.

"Addison," he grumbles. He gently nudged her awake with his free hand.

She groans, turning into his side. "Ten more minutes," she murmurs.

If he weren't so tired he'd laugh. But he's exhausted and did he mention it's freezing? He's got a nice pair of fleece pajama pants calling his name, which he can't put on with her snuggling him.

"Addy, we fell asleep, get up."

She mutters a complaint but slowly untangles from him. She sleepily scratches her hair and yawns. "Oh shit," she says, suddenly realizing. "What time is it?"

Zed sits up too, tapping his laptop. Yep, dead. He gives her a shrug and climbs out of bed in search of some pants. Lucky for her, his phone is between the bed and the dresser, so he checks the time and tells her, "Three nineteen."

"Fuck," she groans.

Zed hears rustling but focuses on getting pants on first. The hardwood is cold on his feet and he'd much rather be asleep right now, at three in the morning.

Then, of course, he remembers their brief conversation from earlier, between the fucking and the sleeping. He turns around to Addison, who's sitting on her phone and typing.

"You can spend the night. The rest of it, at least." he offers. "I mean, taking an Uber at three in the morning isn't the safest idea."

"Oh no, I don't wanna impose."

Zed rolls his eyes. He doesn't even bother replying, jogging out of the room to shut off everything he'd left on (and dump his stupid chili down the drain) before running back in. "Come on," he says. He climbs back into bed, pulling her down with him. "Sleep time."

She giggles and complies. Zed wraps a blanket around their bodies then pulls Addison into his side again. "S'too cold," he complains. "So we're gonna snuggle."

"Of course," she whispers. "Goodnight Zed."

"Night."

to be continued…