Zed's POV

"I'll kill him."

"Zed calm down. I'm ok now! Really!" Addison stands from her seat on the bed to place her hands on my chest. I pull her closer by the waist, a firm frown still on my face.

"Who's he to say we have to get married at the snap of his perfectly manicured fingers? It's our wedding! We should be able to pick the date!" I continue to rant. Her hands slide up my collar to wrap one arm around my neck while the other cradles my jaw.

"I know it's not how we thought it'd go, but we also didn't know twins were on the way." She persuades with a teasing smile. The tension in my shoulders relaxes with her contagious smile. But it still doesn't ease all my worries.

Pushing the wedding up to this weekend? That will cause so many different problems. The biggest in my mind being Addison stressing. Which is a big no-no for pregnant Addy.

She can obviously still feel my worries and sighs, moving her arms around my middle. I hug her tight to comfort her, though I think it's more for my own comfort.

"I don't want you to be stressed out," I admit, kissing the crown of her head.

"I promise I'm not." She whispers with a comforting sigh, then she pulls back just enough to look up at me. "I'm more excited than stressed." I smile, eyes narrow in curious suspicion.

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" I play along for her to continue.

"'Cause I get to marry you that much quicker."

Her playful smile doesn't make my heart flutter any less from her words. I surge forward, connecting our lips in a searing kiss. She squeaks in surprise but it quickly shifts into a moan as she melts into my affections, returning them with equal passion. My arms constrict around her small frame, her hands weaving into my hair to pull me closer. Neither of us wanting a single inch between us.

I extend my leg backward and gently nudge her bedroom door closed with my foot before lifting her by the thighs to carry her to the bed. She lets out a tiny giggle, hands sliding to cradle my jaw once again. The new angle she's got being eye level with me makes the gesture feel even more intimate.

I crawl up the mattress, holding her close with one arm, before softly laying her down with her head on the pillows. I follow after a short moment to appreciate her beauty beneath me, connecting our lips once again for a passionate kiss slowed down so we can soak in all the love and affection thickening the air.

Suddenly, our moment is ruined by her phone buzzing to life on the nightstand. I groan and drop my face into the crook of her neck. She giggles and pats my shoulder in sympathy.

"I'm sorry baby. Bucky said I need to be on call for wedding plans but it'll only take a minute." She apologizes. I lift my head to pout at her.

"Now I'm really gonna kill him. Cutting into sexy time like this." I grumble as I roll off of her so she can reach for her phone. She giggles again as she answers and gets up to pace the room while she talks plans with her cousin.

I watch her, not paying a bit of attention to what they're talking about but just appreciating all the little things about her. The way stray curls have escaped her messy bun to frame her face so perfectly imperfectly, the adorable look she gets when she's focused, the slightest baby bump peeking out from between her shorts and tank hiking up her hip.

I'm so in love with this girl that it hurts.

She glances over at me curiously, mouthing a 'what?' my way with a smile tugging her lips. I give her a suggestive eyebrow wiggle from my spot lounging on her bed, getting a playful eye roll as she turns her back to me. I can't help but notice how she stretches onto her tiptoes, effectively making her booty pop and look absolutely delectable.

A low growl rumbles in my throat. And I know she hears because she sucks in a shaky breath as I smell the delicious scent of her arousal between her legs. She rolls back onto her heels and peeks over her shoulder at me, lips parted, eyes hooded, cheeks pink. Beautiful.

Fuck Bucky and his wedding planning.

I'm behind her in half a second, pressed flush against her back. My nose in her hair, my hands palming her ass cheeks firmly, kneading them in my hands for a sensual massage. She stifles a moan by biting her knuckle, trying her best to hum along with whatever Bucky is saying on the phone to sound like she's paying attention when actually I've got her attention now.

My right hand slides across her hip to dip down between her legs, fingers greedily rubbing her folds through the fabric of her shorts. Her eyes roll back, head falling against my shoulders as the pleasure begins to take hold of her consciousness.

"Zed! Zed, you back away from her right now!"

I chuckle hearing Bucky yell at me through the phone that's now so close to my own ears. I release my hold on her ass to gently take the phone from her hand, lifting it to my ear.

"Sorry Buck, she'll have to call you back," I tell him mockingly.

"I swear! If she doesn't call me back in the next 20 minutes—" his threats are falling on deaf ears because all I can hear is Addison's soft panting with faint moans mingled in every now and then.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. She'll call you back." I hang up and toss the device on the edge of the bed to return my full focus to my beautiful mate.

"Zed," she moans my name, chills run down my spine, "let's, l-lay down."

As soon as the words of slight distress leave her lips, my senses are on alert. I can feel her legs quivering and realize her knees are just feeling weak from my fondling. I soften at how adorable she is, then scoop her up with a hand under each knee, her back flat against my chest as I carefully move us back to the bed.

I lay us back and down on the mattress, she starts to shift to roll over and straddle me but I quickly wrap my arms around to hold her in place. I plant sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck before she can start protesting, my hand sliding back down to her most intimate area.

"Ooh Zed," she moans as I caress her through the thin fabric of her shorts. The pads of my fingers rub gently over every dip and curve of her covered womanhood. One of her hands lifts over her head, tangling in my green hair and giving the strands a tug in desperation for more, while her other grabs at my wrist over her stomach.

Her encouragement is all I need to keep going further. I don't waste time teasing and just delve full hand into her shorts, fingers immediately soaked from her sopping wet lips. Her back arches at my fingertips brushing over her sensitive clit.

A growl of appreciation rumbles in my chest from how ready she is for me. My dick twitching in my sweatpants. But my muscles are all screaming because of the double-day football practice I had to endure earlier today. So a little finger and hand play will have to do.

My fingers dip in at a steady rhythm, my teeth simultaneously biting gently at her neck. Her unbridled moan stirs the zombie inside me, my teeth digging in a little more. A taste of metallic bursts over my tongue.

I freeze.

Just as fast my mouth and hands withdraw from her body in horror. Flashbacks to the school bathroom sending my heart down to my stomach. Her grip on my hair tightens as her body squirms overtop of mine.

"Mm Zed, don't stop! This is so hot!" She whines, her ass wriggling desperately just above my hips.

I swallow the thick lump in my throat and slowly, cautiously, return my hands and lips to their previous spots, her body shuddering when my fingers touch her again. I run my tongue on the teeth marks I'd left, to soothe and clean the wound in hopes it wasn't too severe. The only faint taste of her blood assures me that she's not hurt.

My tense muscles relax, a comforted sigh fanning across her neck. She shudders with a higher pitcher moan of surprise.

"Mmm," I moan in response, lips still attached to her skin.

My arm holding around her waist slides down her body. I hook my hand behind her leg down into my sweatpants, grasping my manhood and pulling it out for easier access. My hands sync up in a steady rhythm. Her fingers tightening in my hair.

"Ah! Zed! Yes! Touch yourself while you're touching me! Ah!" She cries in pleasure.

I groan, trailing my tongue across her shoulder until I reach her mark. I kiss the sensitive spot before scraping my teeth along the scarred indents. Her feminine walls clamp around my fingers, fresh fluid gushing as she came. I don't rush her as she rides out her orgasm, softly licking and kissing her mark while I leisurely stroke myself.

"Oh baby, we're lucky your parents had a city council meeting tonight. Or maybe they could hear you from across town." I tease, moving my fingers once again in time with the pumping of my hand.

Addison gasped as her body tensed. "Z-Zed, ah, too-too soon." She whines.

I slow my appendages to a stop and retract them from inside her, never ceasing with my other hand's stokes. I'm actually incredibly close to getting off. Addy's orgasm nearly sent me over the edge too. But I can get myself off without making her cum again. The last thing I'd ever want, is to make her uncomfortable with me. I respect her boundaries and she respects mine.

I trail my hand up her torso, my open mouth affections at the edge of her jawline. "I'm really close, Adds. Can I just touch you a little bit?" I plead softly, close to her ear. "I promise I won't take long." Her entire body shudders on top of me before she gulps, giving me a wordless nod.

I groan with appreciation as I give her neck even more attention, my hand glides across under her tank top to message one perky mound on her chest. I pump my shaft in rhythm with her labored breaths. Closing my eyes, I listen to her hot and bothered noises, let her scent fill my nostrils freely, savored how sweet her skin tasted on my tongue, her body laying on top of me with my hand fondling her perfect breast. Everything Addison is overwhelming my senses. And I could honestly die happy.

My hand still wrapped around my manhood strokes a little faster. I'm so close to tumbling over the edge.

I release my hold on her boob, a small whimper escaping her from the loss, then my thumb and index finger pinch her erect nipple. She cries out, her fingers pulling at my hair they're tangled in, along with the scent of her arousal spiking. An embarrassingly high-pitched moan escapes me as my load spreads across her inner thigh.

I wrap both arms around her to hold her tight as we both try to catch our breath, coming down from the orgasmic highs. Her grip on my hair loosens as she begins combing them comfortingly through it instead, causing me to sigh contently from my spot buried in the crook of her neck.

"Well that was different," she teases with a giggle, "but super sexy." My lips curl in a smile.

"You're super sexy, I am sore and also horny." I counter lightly, kissing her cheek. She giggles again as she turns her head to connect her lips to mine for a sweet kiss.

"I loved the creative position. Your hands really worked their magic." She sensually an inch from my lips.

"Mm, better be careful or my zombie might come out and flip you over on the bed." I hum in humorous warning. She rolls off me with a mischievous grin.

"Who says I'd be mad about that?" She doesn't wait for my comeback as she hurries towards the bathroom to clean up my mess on her leg. I chuckle watching her scurry out of the room, letting myself relax into her soft, comfy bed while I wait.

Her mattress is a major upgrade compared to any I've ever slept on in Zombietown. One of the perks of sleepovers with my human fiancé. I briefly wonder how many zombies have been able to splurge on new beds. Dad, Zoey, and I haven't but I wouldn't dream of asking for anything nonessential since Dad is our sole provider.

Memories of Mom flashing across my mind; when she'd get home from work and sneak us cookies she got from the human vending machines, her tucking us in every night with a lullaby even after she had an overtime shift, her staying by my bedside until I fell asleep because I didn't feel well.

I sigh contently, all the warm memories helping my mind and body relax. Not realizing how close I was to drifting off, I jump when a gentle hand touches my shoulder.

"Shh! Shh. It's just me." She assures me. I realize the room is completely dark now. I don't even remember hearing her turn the water in the bathroom off.

I groan and flop back down into her pillows. "Sorry Baby, I must have fallen asleep," I grumble as she pulls the covers up and climbs onto the bed.

Rolling over, I quickly catch her around the waist and pull her the rest of the way beside me. Immediately snuggling into her. My consciousness is already starting to drift as she shuffles a little more to pull the covers over us then getting comfortable in my arms.

"Sweet dreams Zed." She whispers, kissing my forehead. I mumble an 'I love you' with half my face squished against the pillow and it earned another giggle.

"Gar garziga forever," was the last thing I remember her saying before I fell into a perfect dream world with just me, Addy, and our beautiful twin babies.