A/N: I have been doing a lot of smut writing in the past few months! Here's a special surprise for the end of the year! Big thanks to the love of my life krut09 aka my bestest friend, none of this would be possible without her encouraging me and proofing! Enjoy!
The dress is too blue, the ribbon sits wrong in her hair, and as Bree walks through the door she's just coming to the sudden and unexpected realization that she owns nothing but sneakers.
"Fuck," she mutters.
Bree surveys the scene in both amusement and shock. Their whole living room is a mess, clothes and pillows strewn everywhere, and Addison is laying in the middle of the floor, just about ready to give up.
"Geez, Addison," Bree mumbles. She walks over and kicks Addison's knee gently. "Close your legs, girl. Unless you want a roach to crawl up your vagina."
Addison groans. "I haven't seen Zed in two months! Two!"
"Yes I'm aware," Bree grumbles as she starts walking around the room, picking up after her friend.
Addison ignores her and continues to rant. "I can't find any shoes and all my sexy panties are in the wash! It's a fucking disaster!"
"Ok, well, you have to put on some type of underwear if you wanna lay all spread eagle like that."
Addison huffs but closes her legs. Outside, Willa smashes the horn and Addison groans again. She honestly can't find the will to even get up at this point. They need to leave right now, at that very moment, if they want to get to Oregon on time. But she can't face Zed the way she is. Everything has to be perfect.
Bree grabs her arm and pulls. Addison groans but sits up and pouts. "I'm not going," she grumbles. "Just look at me."
"You look pretty," Bree notes.
"Exactly!" she exclaims. "I'm not trying to look pretty."
"But—"
"I have not seen my boyfriend in two months! I'm trying to get fucked. I don't want a nice dinner and sweet kisses and shit. I want to get fucked. I want his dick to fucking destroy me."
Bree blinks. "Well, that is a vivid image I don't want in my head."
Addison ignores her. "I need dick, and I will not get dick if I show up in sneakers and a cute dress!"
Bree rolls her eyes. "Then stand up because Willa and Wynter are waiting in the car and your man is waiting for you in Oregon. So grab your clothes. We have nine and a half hours before we even get to Portland. We'll figure this out on the road."
"But—"
"No buts!" She pulls Addison to her feet and starts dragging her to her bedroom. "Grab like eight skirts and shirts or whatever the fuck you need. And put on some fucking underwear."
"But—"
"No! We will stop at Victoria's Secret on the way just grab your shit and let's go!"
Willa gives them ten minutes. It's kind of an overestimate given they return with several pairs of panties and bras.
"I thought you needed a pair of underwear?" Willa groans.
Addison giggles as Willa starts the engine. "I like to have options," is all she says.
Willa grumbles under her breath. She pulls out of the parking space and guns it, speeding out of the lot and onto the main road.
Addison waits until they're on the highway before she twists her arms behind her back and yanks down the zipper of the dress she'd left the house in.
Willa eyes her through the rearview mirror. "You better not be getting naked back there."
Addison unsnaps the hooks of her bra and giggles. "Too late," she jokes. "I'll be fast, promise!"
"Don't flash the motorists!" Wynter sings, sparing Addison a glance before she shrieks. "Oh my god! Your boobs are just…out!"
Addison rolls her eyes while Willa laughs. Addison reaches into the bag and pulls out the floral, green, lace, halter bralette she'd just bought. She probably shouldn't wear it as a shirt, but her nipples didn't show which she saw as a win. Plus Zed would go absolutely crazy once he saw her.
There's only twenty minutes before they will get to the airport to pick up Wyatt, then another fifteen to the venue where the zombies are running through soundcheck.
Addison grabs the little black thong from the back and manages to stand in the backseat, slide her dress down to the floor, and get the underwear on mostly seamlessly. Ok so not seamlessly. And she's sure she gets some looks because anyone looking in can see her ass through the window. But what matters is that it doesn't take as long as it should. And then, she manages to get into the old black skirt that she had randomly snatched from her closet, that Bree had spent hours cutting, sewing, and altering into the cutest and sexiest mini skirt a girl could ask for.
"Okay, Willa, drive carefully," Bree says. "We're doing makeup back here!"
"Can't that wait?" Willa grumbles. "We're on the fucking highway."
Bree scoffs. "No, it can't wait. Just don't be reckless. And everything shall be fine."
Willa grumbles and complains more, both things that Addison and Bree ignore. And even though she complains, Willa does drive more carefully, and Bree absolutely slays Addison's makeup. By the time they get to the airport, she looks and feels stunning, a complete 180 from that morning.
Willa stops at the pickup zone that she probably isn't supposed to be in and Addison jumps out despite the wolf's protests from the front seat. She goes around to the trunk and yanks it open, pulling her duffle open and grabbing her favorite jacket. The one-piece of clothing that'll tie her whole outfit together.
Addison lays back in bed with a huff. "Don't leave me," she whines for probably the third time that night.
And, for the third time that night, Zed says, "It's only a few months, Baby."
"A few months without you is torture," she complains. "You're basically ripping out my soul." She sits up, pushing her white hair out of her face so she can see him. He's standing by the closet, dropping his clothes into a suitcase that they'll fix later, and smirking like this is all funny. Addison points an accusatory finger at him. "You, Zed Necrodopolis, are stealing half my soul. And taking it all over the stupid country, on your stupid fucking tour."
Zed laughs, crossing the room and crawling onto the bed, grinning at her. "Aw, poor baby," he says. She pouts and he gives her a short kiss.
"It's only five months. Not even half a year," he reminds her. "And we'll talk every day."
She crosses her arms and looks down. "It's not the same," she mumbles. "I want you here. With me."
"I know you do," he whispers. "But I have to go, you know that. How many zombies can say the band that they started in bumfuck Seabrook, New Hampshire has a national tour?"
"Only my two best friends and the most amazing boyfriend in the world," she grumbles.
"Exactly," he says. "I don't wanna leave you either. But think of how much good will come after this tour!"
He smiles, big and excited, and Addison can't help but give a small smile. She couldn't actually be pouty and upset when he was so excited. He was right, too. This was huge for him, for their friends, for all zombies everywhere.
"It's gonna be awesome," she tells him. "I'm just…I'm gonna miss you. So much."
His face softens. "I'm gonna miss you too." He reaches up and cradles her jaw in his hand, and she wraps her arms around his neck. "You're my favorite human ever."
"You're my favorite zombie ever," she whispers. He smiles and kisses her. She sighs against his lips, relaxing under his gentle touch. Briefly, it crosses her mind that she's not going to see him for months—not until she could get away from both school and work—and she wouldn't get kisses like this for months. But she forces the thought away and savors the moment.
Zed's free hand drops down to her hip and rests there for a moment before he's rolling them over. He lays on his back while Addison shifts to straddle him, both of them smiling. It only lasts another few seconds because Eliza bangs on their door and shouts, "Zed, you'd better be finished packing!"
Addison pulls away and sighs. Right, he was leaving tomorrow. And she wouldn't see him for months.
"Does your tour really have to be one hundred and seventy-two days? I don't think I'll last."
Zed raises an amused eyebrow. "You counted."
"Yes I counted," she says. "I'm gonna miss you. I gotta keep track of the days."
"It won't be that long," he promises. "You won't even notice I'm gone."
Addison frowns. Zed sighs and scoots to the edge of the bed. Before she can ask any questions, he lifts her up off the bed as he stands. She squeals and tightens her grip around him.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"I have to finish packing," he says. "Down."
She jumps down with a huff. Zed reaches around her and into the closet, taking a moment to look at whatever he's holding behind her over before smiling. "Keep this," he says, bringing it around so she can see.
She gasps, not even daring to touch it. She'd never been allowed to mess around with it before. It was his favorite, one of a kind and therefore his good luck charm, that she was sure he'd take with him on tour.
"Zed's lucky jacket," she whispers as she pulls it from her bag. It's a muddy green, with brown and red patches, designs, and letters sewn all over. And her favorite part is the letter A hand-sewn on the bottom corner of the left breast pocket, in red, with a pretty heart around it.
She carefully unfolds it and pulls it on. It's the first time she's ever even worn it. He gave it to her the night before he left. Every time she had a bad day or missed him like crazy, she'd hold it, letting his lingering scent engulf her while she fell asleep. Even now, it still smells a little like him and she loved it. She'd have to take some of his clothes back home.
She ties it loosely in the middle. She feels great. She doesn't need a mirror to know she looks great too. It's gonna be a good day.
Addison closes the trunk, just as someone whistles lowly. She whips around, ready to fight.
"Is that Addison Wells?" Her eyes land on Wyatt and she softens only slightly, giving him a frown. He grins and jogs over, still smirking even though she crosses her arms.
"You're such a creep," she jokes.
He scoffs, amused, and re-opens the trunk, dropping his duffle inside. "Oh you love me."
She ignores him and gives him a hug. When she pulls away, Wyatt closes the trunk and grabs her hand, walking around the back with her. "You look sexy as hell, Adds."
She grabs the door and does a little twirl. "Thanks, I'm hoping Zed thinks the same thing."
"Oh he will. I mean he'd say you look sexy in a potato sack." Addison laughs, and Wyatt climbs into the car with Addison following behind him and closing the door.
Wyatt leans over the center console, greeting both wolves up front with a kiss on the cheek, then gives Bree a one-armed hug. Once he's sitting again, Willa pulls into the road and heads to the venue.
The car hasn't even stopped but Addison jumps out and runs, ignoring the protest of her friends. She has to run across the street and narrowly avoids getting hit by a taxi. She doesn't care, running into the little club where The OZ's are running through soundcheck. Their manager, Dave the human, gives her a wave as she runs in.
She stops and smiles at him, taking a moment to straighten out her clothes. "Lucky you, they just went on a bathroom break," Dave the human says to her.
She nods, not caring all that much about what he has to say. Her heart pounds because Zed is here, he's right in this building, and if she knew it better she would've already been bolting down the hall and to the bathroom to catch him by surprise but she knows it's better to wait now than to get lost.
She doesn't have to wait long. Not even a minute after she's arrived, their voices drift into the room and she can see their shadows coming down the hall adjacent to the stage. She runs, anticipation and excitement carrying her across the room. As Zed enters, he barely has enough time to even register her before she's jumping into his arms with an excited squeal, her arms and legs wrapping around him.
Zed laughs as he stumbles backward. But he wraps his arms around her and holds her tight, spinning her around. "Holy shit, Addy, you scared me!" He laughs again.
She can't even think straight. His voice and his smell and his—everything. She's imagined this moment for two months, the day she'd finally get to hold him in her arms and be with him face-to-face and not through a fucking phone. And it feels surreal.
Addison looks at his face. She has the biggest grin stretching her cheeks.
He looks so beautiful—brown eyes all dark yet shining, perfect pale skin and adorable, full cheeks, and his perfect long nose and perfect lips and perfect face and perfect everything. She wants to cry from how happy she is seeing him, in the flesh, but instead she kisses him hard.
It's a little sloppy and rushed, their lips mashing together clumsily as they both fight to hold on. In the end, they're both laughing, stumbling, fumbling messes. Addison cups his cheek in her hand. She can feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes and smiles at him. She can't even find the words to say how insanely, undeniably happy she is right now.
"Hi," he whispers.
She giggles and pecks his lips one more time. "Hi," she says.
"You look well."
She laughs, shaking her head. He was being so ridiculous but she wasn't even mad about it. It was so…him.
"I missed you," she whispers.
He grins. "I missed you," he kisses her again then adds, "so much."
He sets her down but Addison hugs him immediately, not ready to let him go. She can't let him go, not yet, because it's been two months and she refuses to be away from him. She's only got two days with him and she refuses to spend that time not attached to his hip. Well, minus the time where he's performing tonight. But other than that, she's determined to spend all of her time with him.
Zed chuckles, squeezing her in his arms. She lets his presence, his smell and his hold and his everything, engulf her. Just glad to finally be surrounded by all things Zed.
Behind her, Eliza clears her throat, breaking the couple out of their bubble. Addison pulls away from Zed, slowly, not actually wanting to let him go, and turns to look at her other friend, giving her a half-hearted smile.
"You're not gonna tell the rest of us hi?" Eliza asks with a smirk.
Addison rolls her eyes but grins, jogging over and throwing her arms around Eliza (who hates hugs). Eliza grunts in response, muttering, "Ew, okay," and awkwardly hugs her back. Willa laughs behind her.
"Addison is very excitable today," Willa says. "Well, she's like this all the time. Usually. More so now that we're here, but still."
Addison laughs, pulling back from Eliza. Bree and Bonzo are hugging at the other end of the room, and Willa says something to her girlfriend that Addison doesn't quite catch because Willa looks from Addison to Zed behind her.
Addison bites her lip in anticipation. Willa knows, if the nearly ten hour car ride wasn't enough of a hint. And the little smirk that plays on her lips excites Addison more because the look on Zed's face is amusing Willa. She waits another second, grinning from ear-to-ear, then turns around.
Zed's jaw is practically on the floor. His cheeks go red, his eyes snapping up to her face (he was definitely looking at her ass!). She smiles, her sweetest yet sexiest smile, and when she straightens her back it makes her "assets" pop even more. Which draws Zed's attention to her chest. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she walks over to him, she can almost hear his brain breaking.
Once she's close enough that only he can hear her, she raises an eyebrow and asks, "Something the matter, Zeddy?"
He swallows, the lump in his throat bobbing with the motion, as another lump forms in his jeans. Her stomach jumps with excitement. She licks her lips in anticipation.
"You…" his voice cracks and he doesn't even clear his throat. "Wow."
Eliza laughs. "So articulate."
Zed blinks, then shoots his friend a glare. "Can you guys get out?"
Eliza starts to protest but Addison turns around and gives her a pout that Eliza can't say no to. Begrudgingly, Willa and Eliza both leave, and as they do, Zed gently tugs Addison in the opposite direction.
She nearly squeals. Getting out of the open space is a good sign, always is. She briefly remembers the time they'd gone to her mother's stupid campaign dinner a year or two ago, and Zed had looked absolutely delicious in his suit. She couldn't help herself, and snuck off with him to a utility closet and blew his brains out. She wonders what he has in store for her now. Just the prospect has the familiar coil tightening in her belly, her pussy getting wet in anticipation.
They round a corner, into a tight, dark hallway. She's barely even turned the corner when Zed grabs her hips, swinging her around and slamming her back into the wall. Her breath leaves her lungs and she doesn't even get a chance to regain it, Zed's lips attacking hers in hot, desperate hunger. She barely manages a gasp. Zed growls, lifting her off her feet and holding her ass for better access.
This, she thinks, locking her ankles behind his back and her arms around his neck. This is exactly what she's been wanting, what she's been needing for two months. Texting was nice, talking was nice, phone sex was nice. But none of it measured up to the real thing. Zed, hard, hot and bothered, pressing her against the wall. Tearing her apart with his desperate kisses.
She can barely keep her head straight, clinging onto him like a lifeline. Everything Zed engulfs her—his scent, his kisses, his touch, even the sounds he makes. His hard erection presses into her barely covered snatch and she gasps against his groaning lips.
"Fuck," he mumbles. He pulls back and she tries to chase his lips, already missing his kisses. He rests his forehead on hers and they both pant. "You….fuck, Addy."
She lets out a breathy giggle. His fingers sink into the soft flesh of her ass and he grinds his covered member against her again, drawing a moan from deep in her throat. "You're so wet," he mumbles. "Are you even wearing underwear?"
She nods. "You can check," she says slyly, making him smile slightly.
Zed audibly gulps, his cheeks growing red. He moves one hand around her ass to her thigh, slowly traveling up her leg. His touch sends chills throughout her otherwise hot body. "So wet," he mumbles as he touches her. "Missed me?"
"Mhm," she hums. His fingers brush her inner thigh and she shivers, letting her eyes flutter closed. She'd nearly forgotten what it was like to be touched by Zed. His finger press into her thong, the thin fabric yielding and pushing into her wet cunt, pulling a whimper from her throat. She's absolutely soaked and it hasn't even been five minutes yet.
Zed's fingers rub over her partially covered pussy. She moans, her head falling back against the wall, feeling an orgasm building already. "Fuck," Zed whispers. "I've missed you so much, Addy."
She nods, unable to formulate any other words. She just wants him to touch her, wants to feel his skin against hers. She drops an arm from around his neck and unties the jacket, letting it fall apart and expose her chest. Zed's fingers falter and she opens her eyes, seeing his own attached to her chest.
"That's new," he says, his voice already hoarse.
"Just for you," she whispers. She uses the hand not wrapped around his neck to reach down between their bodies. With practiced ease, she undoes his belt and his jeans, reaching into his briefs and pulling out his member. Her hand strokes up his shaft and he moans, struggling to keep quiet.
They lock eyes, the air surrounding them thick and heavy. "I need you," Addison says. "Right now. Please."
Zed doesn't hesitate, readjusting the thin piece of her thong over her ass, taking his dick in his hand, and pushing in. They both moan, Addison's loud and unabashed, while Zed presses his lips in a firm line and it comes out more strangled. She squeezes her eyes shut, gripping onto him for support, her nails digging into his shoulder. She whimpers and moans until he bottoms out.
"Ssh," he coos. She opens her eyes, panting. "You gotta stay quiet," he whispers. "Wouldn't want someone walking in, would you?" He sounds almost concerned but the slight smirk that tugs at his lips says otherwise.
Then his hips pound into her with a sudden shift. Her gasp is swallowed as his mouth covers hers. Even if she wants to be quiet, it's useless. It feels too good to have him inside her. It's all she's dreamed of for months!
She grabs his hair, barely able to hold on as he fucks her hard. It's rough and quick and desperate, all a strange perfect mix that satisfies her every need.
Zed sinks his teeth into her lower lip, a quiet growl leaving his throat as he thrusts impossibly harder. She can feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. Her pussy gushes with every stroke, every hard thrust, Zed's dick and lips ravishing her.
Then, like a bucket of ice-cold water, they hear Eliza shout, "Zed? Addison? You two better not be doing what I think you're doing!"
They freeze, sharing a wide-eyed look. There were more voices coming toward them. Addison feels genuinely crushed as Zed pulls out in a rush, feeling empty both down there and in her heart. Of course, the first time she sees Zed in months gets interrupted, fucking ruined. She wants to cry.
Zed sets her on her feet and she goes about adjusting her clothes to make it look like they weren't just fucking, even though she didn't actually care. She just wanted to be with him, alone, just them. Why was that too much to ask?
She ties his jacket and runs her fingers through her hair with a huff. Zed manages to stuff himself back into his pants, rather uncomfortably, and frowns at her. "Hey," he says quietly, "what's wrong?"
She looks up at his face, the angry pout fading from hers. His eyebrows are scrunched together, worried about her and everything that's going on in her head. She can't tell him, can't tell him any of it. She can't worry him any more than he already is.
"Nothing," she says, "frustrated, and horny." She gives him what she hopes doesn't look like a forced smile, and luckily he relaxes and smiles.
"Yeah," he agrees. "It's okay. Just a few more hours. Then…" He snakes his arms around her and leans down, planting a kiss on her lips that both leaves her breathless and more upset. He pulls his lips back, resting his forehead against hers, and whispers, "I'll be all yours the rest of the weekend."
She smiles for him. "I love you," she whispers. Even though he's holding her, smiling at her, it doesn't feel right. It just…it's like they're still video chatting, waiting for the day they could be together again.
She does everything she can to not cry, not wanting to worry him or stress him out before his show.
"Zed!" Eliza shouts.
He huffs, rolling his eyes. Addison shuffles closer, resting her cheek on his chest hoping to find some sense of comfort. Zed wraps his arms around her tightly, resting his head on top of her head, and calls, "We're over here!"
A few seconds later, they're joined by their friends. If Addison's being honest, she doesn't care for what they're saying. She doesn't bother paying attention either. There was only so much Addison and Zed time before she had to leave again.
A/N: Part 2 coming soon!
