A/N: As a girl who went to Catholic school her whole life, I might be projecting a little in this…

Day 10: "If I was the little drummer boy, I'd show you what pa rum pum pum pum really means."

Addison's parents are deep in a conversation about stocks with her cousin. Neither Zed nor Addison are paying much attention to it either, slowly working their way through their dinner while keeping an ear out in case they could rejoin the conversation.

Well, Addison does. Zed's mind is still stuck on earlier that evening. When they went to one of Addison's second cousin's school Christmas pageant.

He wasn't big on Christmas. Mostly because his family was Jewish and Christmas was a holiday for the Christians. But also because he just…didn't celebrate it. Besides the whole Jewish thing, Christmas wasn't his thing. Even though his loving girlfriend of eight months two weeks three days and seventeen hours was a huge Christmas nerd.

Addison knew he didn't celebrate, which was the whole reason they were at her parents' house. They really wanted to meet him, and according to Addison, Christmas was huge to them. And to prove it, they took him to church. No, not actual church. He would definitely draw the line at that. But Addison's second cousin's school Christmas show was held in their adjacent church and was…well it was a sight to behold.

The music was nice. Not the usual Christmas song he's heard on the radio, but nice. The story was…odd. He mostly just sat, confused, because clearly everyone around him was enjoying the show. It just felt so weird to have some seven-year-olds play a married couple. Hell, one was "the Virgin Mary."

Not the point.

Zed still thinks about the odd show now, at dinner, while her parents talk stocks with Bucky and Addison sits and listens quietly while eating and Zed ponders…Christianity.

So, he does the only thing he can do. Not wanting to deter the whole conversation, he leans over so he can whisper to Addison, "What were those songs in that Christmas show?"

Addison tilts her head at him. "Christmas music?"

"Super religious Christmas music," he whispers. "Like, I know Rudolph. And the Mariah Carey song. Those songs weren't like Rudolph though."

"I guess not." She shrugs. "Sorry, you had to sit through that. Did you hate them? I know you're not, like, into the whole Christmas thing."

Zed shakes his head. "No. The music was lovely. Composition wise. Do you still have a program? I wanna listen to some of them again…with people who can actually sing."

Addison sticks her tongue out at him and he holds back a giggle. She's really adorable.

"Hey. What's so funny over there?" Bucky asks.

"We're just talking about Anna's show," Addison says. "Zed thinks the kiddies are bad singers."

"I wouldn't call what they were doing 'singing'," he jokes, "but it was really adorable."

Addison's mother gasps, and just like that the two of them are sucked right back into the family conversation.

That night, Zed lounges in Addison's bed as she gets ready herself. She'd just gotten out of the shower, hair all soaked in nothing but a towel, and walks into her room with an amused smile on her face.

"What're you listening to?" she asks.

Zed pulls out his headphones. "The Little Drummer Boy." He's listened four times now, mostly because it made absolutely no sense. He wasn't totally paying attention during the elementary school play, but he was pretty sure there was no drummer boy.

"Oh, I like that one."

Zed looks up at her, feeling a little surprised when she tossed her towel onto the spot of the bed where he isn't and crosses the room, stark naked. Not that he hasn't seen her naked. It's just, her parents are down the hall. And she's got a killer ass. Those two things were not a good combination.

"I had to learn to play that on the piano when I went to Anna's school."

All sexy thoughts aside, that doesn't make any sense to him. "But it's about drumming."

Addison yanks open a drawer, then looks at him over her shoulder and laughs. "You, of all people, should know you can play anything on the piano."

He shrugs because it's fair. They'd met because Addison was taking a piano class and found Zed as a tutor from the music program at their school. Her favorite bragging point about him was that he could play anything on the piano. Which wasn't necessarily true but she had so much fun telling people that he didn't want to correct her.

"Okay…but there wasn't a little drummer boy in the Bible story. I don't think at least."

Addison pulls on a pair of panties (Pink brand, white), then turns around. "Well, no, but…" She trails off, frowning.

Zed raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting to stump her, honestly, but he couldn't help but find it a little amusing that she had no answer.

"It is weird, I guess," she admits. "But it's a fun song."

"It is."

Addison climbs onto the bed, straddling him with a grunt. Such a quick change, but he's not complaining. Addison looks up at him in all her almost-completely naked glory. Zed grins in response.

"Hi," she says.

"Hello," he says. "What're you doing?"

"I didn't want to walk all the way to your suitcase."

Zed blinks. "My suitcase?"

"Yes. I need a shirt."

"You have your own shirts."

"I like yours better."

"You can't keep stealing my shirts."

"You know you love it when I wear your clothes. Makes you super horny."

Zed chuckles, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands on her ass. "Exactly. Can't be horny, we're in your parents' house. Otherwise…well I'd show you what 'pa rum pum pum pum' really means." For good measure, he playfully smacks her ass, making her laugh and squeal.

"If you're quiet we can," she tells him. "Wouldn't be the first time…"

Zed playfully gasps. "Addison Joan Wells, are you telling me you've snuck other boys in while your parents are sleeping?"

Addison giggles and nods. "Haven't been caught yet. Though there's something about you…and sex with you…that just makes me lose my mind."

Zed's smile softens. Addison's does too, and she leans forward and captures his lips in a sweet, short kiss.

"I love you," Zed whispers. "But you should probably get dressed. We shouldn't risk it, ya know?"

Addison nods. She rolls off of him and heads for his suitcase, true to her word, pulling out one of his favorite tee shirts. "They don't hate you," she informs him. "I mean, my dad does. But that's just him being a dad."

Addison pulls his shirt over her head, then shuts off the lights and climbs into bed beside him. "Plus, they're gonna have to get used to you. 'Cause I love you."

Zed smiles, pulling her in closer. "I love you too, Adds."

She kisses his cheek, then pulls her blanket over their bodies, the two of them snuggling in for the night.

A/N: No, there's no smut. Yes, it's late. But I really loved writing this one so I hope you enjoyed.

Day 11 is in progress. However I had to go to the doctor and finish my vaccines (Hep, HPV, the works) and get blood drawn. So I'm feeling all over the place. Day 11 may not get posted tomorrow…I'll try my best (and delete this A/N if it does).